They allowed her a few minutes of respite and left her exhausted body to hang limply on the altar, her head, hands, and legs dangling off the sides while rivulets of her body's secretions and sweat trickled into the glass containers at the corners of the table. People started talking amongst each other, but if they had kept quiet, they would have been able to hear Lena's gentle moaning, her head fallen back, her mouth open as she slowly regained consciousness gulping in air even as her insides continued to shake weekly. When she felt His presence near her, Lena groaned as he pulled her head up and forward making her look down her body at the bemused crowd. She felt a sudden sense of shame, but somehow it was oddly muted perhaps because of the strength of her most recent tribulation or the presence of her new master so close to her. Before Lena knew what was happening, however, he had wrapped his fist in her hair and started pulling her off the table.
“Now that slave Lena has proven her commitment, I will sanctify her as a Holy Consort.” The Overlord walked around the table where the girl was just coming back to her senses and slowly glided his hands through her hair as if combing it back into fluid order from the disheveled mess of her pain. Then without a warning he suddenly wrapped it around her long lustrous curls and gently but resolutely began tugging her down to follow him. At first, Lena didn't seem to know what's happening but then with a little squeal she tumbled off the altar and scurried after him as he led her as if by a leash towards the bed. "Sex is a ritual of exchanging spirits, energies, power. During sex one becomes a spiritual sponge for the consciousness and energy of the other person." He spoke as he dragged her by the hair until she stumbled to the foot of the bed where he let go, and she fell into a puddle of broken flesh at his feet. "Each pump and thrust are an affirmation. Each spasm drains my life force and energy flowing them into your body recharging, healing and refueling your spirit." She was panting now her eyes wide open apparently anticipating what was to follow.
He touched her hair and smiled down on her. “You may cry now, daughter,” he said and immediately tears she didn't know she had been holding back sprang forth pouring down her cheeks. “You have had too much responsibility placed on your tiny shoulders. Your master and your mother had no right to ask that of you. You are a natural submissive. Your destiny is to serve, and in servitude, you shall find happiness.” He was speaking solemnly, loud enough for everybody to hear. “From now on, it will be my job to care and protect and guide you. In return, you will do everything I ask of you and more. By the end of tonight, you will be mine, and your only goal in life will be to please me.” He looked down on her and from where she was kneeling on the floor staring up at him he seemed like a God. “Now kiss my cock.”
Lena blinked feeling her face flush. She shimmied forward, and when was within reach she pressed her face close to him and began to lick earnestly at his cock which though gigantic and scary was also the most beautiful thing she had ever laid eyes upon in all of her nineteen years of life.
“Good girl.” He caressed her head as she craned her neck and buried her face underneath his heavy sack feeling him grow hard for her. “You will be my body slave and milk girl, completely at my will. I will do anything I wish with you including keeping you with me forever and as a slave, you will do your absolute utmost to please me. Isn't that so little slave girl?” he smiled as his thick head pushed its way stretching her lips wide forcing Lena to take it into her hot wet salivating mouth.
She could taste his musky saltiness but didn't mind it one bit. Quite the contrary, she licked her lips and swallowed, her tummy rumbling with excitement. She was humbled to be in his presence. He had absolute power to do whatever he wished not only with her but also Dr. Branigan, her mother, as well as to the multitudes of people seen and unseen gathered here to witness her ritual subjugation.
Her new master tasted very different than anything she had swallowed before. His pre-cum didn't even have the consistency of other men's cum but felt more heavy and thick somehow, more like that of very thick dairy cream, but with distinct male carnivorous undernotes that hinted at the power it contained. Also, it was sweet! She had never in the last month of training tasted anything like it! Usually, her master's seed or that of the men she had been made to pleasure with her mouth had a bleachy, washed out thin taste. But this was something different entirely, and now she realized she could actually survive just feeding on it! With a start she understood she was daydreaming even as her tongue and mouth continued to mechanically work at the large mushroom head that filled her mouth.
“Child, do you want to lose your innocence?” Lena heard his voice as if it came from all directions all at once.
“Y – yes,” she stammered and felt on the verge of fainting again.
“Good little slave girl, climb on the bed then. Be mindful of the pure power of sex, daughter," he said and climbed in after her his body almost eclipsing her small form in the large bed.
He was everywhere suddenly. His tongue lapping hungrily at her breast was the spearpoint of what felt like a mountain of flesh that engulfed her and encompassed her from all sides smothering her in him. She was naked, but his body clothed her and covered her choking her flesh in his throbbing hardness.
The conversations amongst the gathered witnesses that had started up when her spanking had ended suddenly came to an abrupt halt when the sound of a loud gong announced it was time to attend to the girl’s deflowering. A deathly silence descended upon the room the girl’s whimpers and the sound of flesh rustling the only ones to break the silence.
The Overlord smiled down at the girl enjoying her open expression of pure innocence as she stared back up at him sublimely ready to be mastered. The way she looked at him – sniffling with the aftershocks of her recent beating made him harder than he had ever been.
In all his wisdom as Overlord of his dark society, he knew perfectly well the value of the premium put on virginity by socially primitive people. Even now, after a couple of full long months of training with Dr. Branigan, the Overlord could tell Linda was still virginal in the most profound sense of the word. After all she had been through – anally possessed, trained to please men in her throat, brought into milk by her master, and spanked before the gathered membership of the Society, she was still blushing head to toe! Her body quivered and as he moved toward her on the bed the girl turned her back to him curving her nakedness away. She was trying to huddle up and hide, and this made him want her all the more. It was instinctive he knew, and he appreciated that she followed what her subconscious dictated. He came up by her stretching himself out almost engulfing her entirely with his enormity. Slowly, carefully, he put one hand on her shoulder and gently moved her so that she could turn to him. Lena turned slowly, and his hand touched her breast which was firm, full and already hot with new milk. And then she was in his arms so suddenly that it even surprised him, and he wrapped his arms around her kissing her warm mouth deeply, moving to crush her body and breasts against his heavy weight and then curling his body on top of hers.
The demon in him was gleefully rejoicing at the readiness with which Lena came alive from the stupor of her beating to become all eagerness, surging against him wildly in a virginal erotic abandon. He knew that now she would become his almost double – the feminine to everything masculine in him, a slave in the truest sense of the word. The Demon Lord would bless her with his trust and affection, and the full-blooded young girl would arise reborn from her virginity to erotic awareness perfect like an exactly ripe fruit.
Lena:
Slowly he lifts himself up over me as if hovering and I look down at my body and watch as he lowers his head down and licks my neck, and I feel the softness of his cheeks, the scars and marks there as brush against my skin. I feel his hand go between us, moving his cock back and forth over my clit.
"Yes!" I feel my body spasm up against him.
"Who am I, Lena?" he says breathlessly.
"My Lord... you are my Lord," I whimper, and his mouth comes down on mine, invading m
e with his long thick tongue. And I realize I don't know how to kiss -- not with somebody like him, but I feel emboldened by the greedy need I feel as I kiss him back! It is so consuming as I try to match his fervor. He's powerful and dominating, and I feel his hand between our bodies stroking himself faster and faster and then – warm wetness coats me, spilling all over my clit and thighs and I feel his body jerk above me. He pulls his mouth from mine interrupting the soul rendering kiss as he buries his face in my hair and I feel him spill more of himself coating my punished flesh with his hot thick white cream. I am both ecstatic and disappointed, worried anxious that the consummation of our ritual will have to wait. My master always had to take some time before he could release himself again. But to my surprise, the Overlord doesn't even pull back, and I see him smile as if having read my thoughts. He moves back my hair to the side and kisses me softly on my lips. "Don't worry, precious. This is just the beginning."
"Wow,” is all I can say as I smile tentatively back at him. "Yes, my Lord," I say instantly. "Claim me. I'm yours." He smiles, the grotesque scars on his face moving like snakes. Irrationally I want to reach up and kiss his lips, his jaw, but I don't want to move until he says I may. I just lie beneath him, my chastened center suddenly feeling happy and soothed, ready for him. His cock has not diminished one bit, and as I crane my neck to look down at us, I see how he has to bend it down to my opening so that he can get inside of me. Little childish whimpers escape my mouth as he takes a moment to wait and rub the tip all over my lips.
“This will make you feel better now, sweetheart,” he says. “You’re pink and wet, but your wounds still need to heal."
“Yes, my Lord,” I whimper sitting up on my elbows watching him use his thick girth to massage his cream into my soft red flesh. He pushes back on my thighs and looks down at me.
“I can see the ring I'm going to breach, little one. It will hurt, but you will take it.” just then I feel myself clench, and he laughs. I am so wet. "Good little slave… such a good little virgin,” he playfully kisses the tip of my nose.
“I'm yours, only yours, my Lord,” and then he moves forward covering my face with his kisses, and I feel him press against my virginal opening. "Aooouch!," my barrier has stopped him. "A deep breath, my Princess," he says and just as I fill my limp lungs he pushes through. A small cry escapes my lips, but I remain otherwise still as I feel myself suck him in as he starts claiming me for the first time.
The Overlord:
Her soft wet velvet engulfs me like a warm blanket as I sheath myself deep into her belly. She is so tight! I kiss her forehead seeing her squeezing her eyes, grimacing with discomfort. I move into her body slowly but implacably forcing it to adjust itself around my presence. I kiss her gently on the head letting her know how deliciously perfect she is. I feel her tummy move and rumble between us fighting the monster’s intrusion. After a long moment, Lena begins to relax a little and her tight abdominal grip on me eases just a fraction. "Perfect.” Tears are pouring down her cheeks as we both look down between our bodies to where we are joined. Slowly I pull out, and we both marvel at the cherry red color she has left along my cock. My balls tighten and my cock throbs at the sight of her blood and I jerk out a trail of pre-cum christening her walls as I pull out and then make my way back in.
“My Lord,” she exhales relaxing back into me. Still, I have more than half of my girth waiting to bury itself into her.
“Welcome your master inside you, little slave. I will never pull out and always come in you. I will claim you, heal you, guide you and protect you, and you will be the sweet milk maid and consort who eases my lust any time my cock gets hard.” Lena looks up at me and nods saying yes. She's gripping the sheets and her tummy spasms around me. Still I'm more than half out and I know she will take all of me. She's tighter than anything I've ever dreamed of as she moves her hips up and wiggles around pushing back on my cock spreading her legs wider fighting to do my bidding.
“Aiiiie!” Lena wailed as her overlord’s crown pressed forward again opening her up like a flower. Like flowing honey her lips curled enveloping his head and then closed behind the crown. She was breathing in small, fast breaths now as her freshly spanked lips were forced to expand and accommodate the girth of the first cock in her life. Her little pussy kept getting forced wider and wider. He would withdraw and then push back in again. Out in the audience her former master – Dr. Branigan felt the two pregnant followers by his side gently nuzzle up against him and whisper soft words of encouragement. He was beyond feeling angry or ashamed at his weakness. Something deep inside that he was beyond caring to analyze right now had shifted gears, and now he was watching dumbfounded the slow claiming of his girl and with a darkness that surprised him realized it was turning him on!
Jack Branigan watched as the Overlord pumped himself in and out and the girl shivered and cried as he forced more inches deeper and deeper into the deflowered virgin. He withdrew and pushed back in, and Lena whimpered.
"That's my good little slave girl," everyone could hear the Overlord soothingly speaking to the girl. Everybody could see that when he drew a deep breath and began smoothly stroking in and out of her, his cock was sparkling with her eager wetness. Soon Lena was taking the full length of him on every thrust. Now Dr. Branigan knew would come her first vaginal climax. Her new master would seduce her with his smooth, commanding, confident strokes. Slow and powerful, he filled her and then left her empty, allowing nature to run its course and twist her will molding it to his. A gentle girlish sigh escaped her lips, and Branigan knew that the Overlord had made Lena cross the last threshold. She was almost there. The entire crowd watched fascinated as the Overlord moved closer and holding her breasts in his hands started working her in a steady rhythm. Lena took several quick, excited breaths before a whimper escaped her throat. The Overlord and the girl were both covered in a shiny sheen of sweat but he never broke stride fucking her ever faster and then the orgasm struck her making her body tense up visibly for a long time while his thick hard member kept claiming her.
Waves of climactic glee washed across Lena’s nerves, but the Overlord gave her no respite as he sped up and lengthened the depths of his strokes. Lena, who had been trying to catch her breath, responded almost instantly as another massive orgasm erupted and she screamed from the bottom of her lungs as her hips jerked and flopped. Soon she was having one climax after another called upon from her receptive sensuous body by the masterful fucking her overlord was giving her. Her orgasms were not up to her anymore. He was forcing her to have them controlling their intensity and frequency. His demonic cock elicited each one by masterfully alternating slow and deep with fast and shallow movements buffeting her soft center into awestruck submission.
And then it was time. He ground himself all the way in and even from where he was seated in the audience Dr. Branigan could see how the overlord’s testicles pulsed as he fired the first jet of white hot sperm deep into the girl. The entire crowd was dumbfounded and gasped when they heard her climax when she realized what was happening.
The moment he came, she felt her ownership shift and transform. The moment the Overlord started flooding her virgin womb, her vagina, her tubes, her entire lower abdomen to bursting, she was no longer Dr. Branigan’s submissive, but had become the Overlord’s Holy Consort. It was a physical change that swept over her and baptized her into a fervent adept of the dark overlord. His potent seed made Lena shiver and she felt the physical sensation of her ownership changing hands in that instant. In a primal way, she felt possession pass from her master to the overlord as the demon completed his domination of her flesh.
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