The Contest Pt. 04

This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. This is a sequel to another story but it is a standalone as well. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.

I want to thank Notawhit for the idea behind this story and Tigerssman for helping with the editing.

PS - If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way.

The Contest

Chapter 5

The day after Erika's show an emergency meeting was scheduled for the board of the Gotham Billionaires club. The purpose of the meeting was the discussion of Erika's show. She had gone beyond the rules and actually had a sex on stage. The board of the club called the meeting because of the rules Erika broke but the purpose of the meeting was changed almost immediately.

Many of the members loved her Barbarella interpretation, loved Erika's theatrical show and wanted more shows like the one she had done. The old guard of the club was stunned and demanded a vote from the club members. Once again, they were shocked and eighty-two percent of the members loved her show and wanted more. The fight between the old guard and the other members went on for two days, but ultimately the old guard was voted down.

A committee was formed to revise the rules and in the end the rules stated that there were no rules and the contest participants could present themselves anyway they wanted. While the club wrestled with the rules and the direction of the annual fund raiser, the contest was paused for two weeks. Erika walked around like a queen. She had blown open the contest and she was pretty confident that she had defeated Penny with Izzy and Nina left trying to grapple with the new parameters.

Izzy

Izzy did her research, and she, like the others, found that Mary Ann had the largest auction in the club's history. However Erika may have blown that wide open, but the format had changed so it was difficult to tell. She watched all three of Mary Ann's performances and rewatched Erika's performance, they were wildly erotic, seductive and orgasmic. After watching them she had a lot of thinking to do, mostly because everything Mary Ann did was in her comfort zone, Erika's was too but she wanted to do more. The first act was almost always a strip tease but she wanted to jump right in without building to a third show climax.

Izzy knew that she was gorgeous, and she wasn't shy about showing it. As beautiful as her body was, she used it to open doors, but once she got through her true talent was her brain and look out. With all her cheerleader's routines, dancing and modeling her body was slim athletic with muscled arms and legs, but her rock-hard abs were the showstopper. Her only flaw, if you wanted to call it that, was her A-cup breasts. This contest was all about beauty and showing off her beauty and her brain would be secondary, but she knew she could market herself spectacularly and this was where her brain came in. She had a lot of work to do before she could do what was required.

Mary Ann worked with her and tried to convince her that she needed breast enhancement surgery. Izzy tried on various "sizers" and she had to admit larger breasts really boosted her figure. She worked with the bust "sizers" and decided to really go for it and decided on a D-cup breast on her slim athletic form. After the surgery she loved her new barbie doll look, large breasts on a slim body.

The delay in the contest gave her time to rethink her shows and after watching Erika's show she knew she needed to amp it up. She started doing more research and based on what she had already planned began to modify her show. She decided to follow Erika's idea and create a themed show, but her theme was a Tomb Raider Series.

Izzy knew she could present herself and be stripped naked like that and could have an audience watching her climax over and over. As a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader, a fashion and fitness model, she had been in front of cameras and audiences most of her life, but this would be the pinnacle of her career. The thought of being on the stage, naked and writhing in orgasmic glory, made her horny and she craved what she knew she was going to do, but she still needed and craved the bondage element.

Izzy, however, knew that her beauty, her fabulous body and beautiful face would definitely outshine Penny and Erika, all she needed to do was create a show that would display her incredible athletic passion. She had some incredible lovers and knew what her fiery and wildly enthusiastic orgasms would look like, all she needed to do was create some shows that would display her rapturous talents.

She was going to create her own shows and realized that the bondage shows created the most bids, so all three shows needed to have a bondage element. They were all going to be awesome and since she was going next to last no one would be able to copy her performance. She mapped out all three shows and each one had her naked in bondage and ultimately squirming in orgasmic bliss.

Her training for the shows had been going on since the beginning and the new shows didn't change that. Izzy thought she knew what she had to do but Mary Ann was her mentor and she discussed everything with her. Mary Ann worked with her to get her over her confidence in exposing herself in public. For Izzy there were always no inhibitions on exposing herself in public, but Mary Ann coached her into showing herself to be a little more innocent than she really was.

She knew she needed to practice stripping in front of a crowd until she was good at it and could tease the crowd. Likewise, she needed to spent time at a BDSM club and practice giving herself to a master and having him create a symphony on her body. This would be the most difficult part for her, she had never given herself to anyone sexually. She had sex, but always under her control and she had always been in charge.

All of that was exactly what she had done. She got over her over-confidence to become a world class stripper and figured out how to tease any audience. Most of this she already knew and she discovered a long time ago that she truly loved being in charge, with the sexual prowess and all the power under her control. She could stare at a guy and had made them orgasm in their pants while she filled them with lust.

Unfortunately, the BDSM acts were the opposite. The master was in control and she had to give herself to him and this was difficult for her. It took several tries, but she finally found a master that with one look could conquer her. It was this one man that could do this to her and no one else could come close. She decided that she had to hire Dominic to help her with the show, otherwise it wouldn't be any good.

Now here she was audition night and her introduction began. The auctioneer droned on, touting her degrees and academic prowess. She knew that was secondary compared to her now spectacular form. As she prepared to walk out on stage, she marveled at her change. If possible, now she was even more beautiful than Cindy, Penny, Erika, Mary Ann or Nina and the billionaires would ogle what they were buying.

Izzy designed three sets and Dominic created them, but time constraints had required Dominic to do some work around, but even so Izzy had requested and received a week's delay. But his was not the only contraption, fortunately they were not as complicated, and he created all the props on time. Dominic was also going to be the person that operated the implements, and Izzy trusted him to keep her safe while tormenting her to explosive climaxes.

As the auctioneer bellowed her name, Izzy slowly and seductively sauntered onto the stage. She took one more glance in the mirror with her trim luscious figure wrapped in a brilliant-colored outfit. As her introductory sketch she would be the queen that is seduced by a hunky warrior and then she and the warrior are punished by the King and sealed in a tomb.

The auctioneer began the narration, "It was during the classic Mayan period. They had defeated the Olmec and expanded their empire from Mexico to Columbia and even bordered on what would later become the Inca empire. Areas from Columbia to Peru were a no-man's land with both warriors fighting against the Mayans tussling for domination with the edges of the Mayan empire. The King ruled over one of those kingdoms located in the jungles of what is now Columbia."

"The King loved his hedonistic lifestyle and took full advantage of his royalty to imbibe in food, drink, special drugs and of course sex. The minute he laid eyes on Asana he was smitten and was already loving the king's decadent court."

"He had taken Izzy as his queen, and he was the envy of every man in his kingdom. Izzy was the most beautiful and stunningly sexy woman in all of the known kingdoms. She knew it, flaunted it and used her beauty to get whatever she wanted. The King allowed her petulant, spoiled behavior because he loved having everyone jealous of him and he loved that only he could touch this gorgeous creature. He even loved the way she showed her fabulous body off and tonight was no exception."

Even though Izzy as the queen was an exhibitionist, she didn't usually wear revealing clothes. She loved clothes that were stylish and gave hints of what lay underneath, but blatant exposure was just not her style. Tonight however, there was a different story. She was displaying everything she had, and she wanted every man around her to drool over her, but no one could touch her.

Izzy was wearing a royal blue, suede vest that barely covered the bottoms of her breasts. There was a very large gap between the two panels leaving most of the insides of her breasts exposed. Anyone could see the pink of her aureoles peeking out the edges of the vest. The panels were held together with a single leather tie. The closure seemed very fragile and with one tug or even a deep breath, her breasts would be set free.

The bottom was made of the same royal blue, suede material and was an extremely sexy loincloth. The same type of string that was holding her vest closed was holding up a large narrow piece of fabric. The string had a bow resting high on each hip with the weight of the material pulling the string taut as the material drooped down very close to her womanly slot. The fabric was snug running between her legs and draped over the top front and back of the string, hanging almost to the floor. Her narrow waist allowed the string to sit comfortably on her womanly hips, but the high cut narrowed the strip of fabric to one that barely covered her pussy and ass.

Izzy was devastatingly sexy, with only a few strips of fabric keeping her from being completely nude. The whole outfit gave the illusion of being precariously suspended on her body and it would fall off with the slightest misstep. However, the teasing smile on Izzy's face told everyone that wouldn't happen. Her tight, tanned, silky skin glistened in the torchlight with her athletic figure sexily displayed. Yet, she was elegantly regal at the same time. Her headdress made her fit the part of a Mayan Queen.

She felt almost every eye in the chamber following her movements. She quivered as she felt dozens of eyes caressing her barely concealed form and she loved being the center of attention. The act began to feel real, like she was a Mayan queen presenting herself in front of a crowd.

The thought of all of those male eyes wandering over her body, trying to find glimpses of skin, kept the amorous butterflies in her stomach fluttering. Also, as part of the game, she would be perched like a sacrifice to the lecherous men in the chamber.

She made her entrance after feast when a nubile young virgin had been sacrificed to the Gods. The virgin sacrifice had been so beautiful that Izzy had been jealous and made sure her outfit left no doubt who was queen. The sacrifice had been a gorgeous young lady, and she was gone to the Gods now, but as the queen now wanted all eyes on her.

Despite having every eye in the chamber watching her, she stretched and posed hoping to get everyone's attention. When that didn't work, she gave a flip of her hair and a deliciously buoyant smile that lit up her face. This drew attention to her lusciously inviting lips, when suddenly a deep voice startled her.

Izzy jumped, stunned at the sudden intrusion, but turned to stare at a huge hulk of a man occupying a chair around the head of the table. Despite her best efforts at being subtle, her mouth fell open in astonishment. Next to her was the most ruggedly gorgeous giant she'd ever seen. Most of the Mayans were around four feet tall, but this warrior was well over six feet and his intimidating height and bulk were menacing.

His face seemed like it had been chiseled out of granite, and it was more befitting a paramour than the man sitting next to her. His body was likewise chiseled, but this time through many years of hard combat. The shirt was stretched skintight over his muscular physique revealing a broad muscular chest and powerful shoulders. His arms were as big as her thighs, and she could feel the immense power and confidence radiating from this hunk.

His massive chest tapered into his small, flat, and muscular belly. Each of his brawny thighs seemed as big as her waist. Izzy knew he had to be the new warrior her husband had obtained from a nearby kingdom. Her eyes roamed over this hunky piece of awesome maleness. She finally looked at his face again and he was wearing a quizzical look as if he had asked her a question and was awaiting an answer.

Izzy leaned towards him and sputtered, "I'm sorry! What did you say?"

As Izzy leaned forward, the sides of her breasts peeked through some of the side of the vest. Her smile broadened as she saw his eyes drift towards the peep show now taking place on her chest. The outfit was doing exactly what she wanted, drawing all eyes towards her scintillating body, and making her feel exotically beautiful and gorgeously sexy.

The hunky stranger leaned towards Izzy bringing his mouth close to her ear, meanwhile his massive hand gently caressed her shoulder and wandered down her back. She could feel his breath on her ear as he whispered, "I said, what would you like to drink?"

His fingers toyed with the edges of the vest gently caressing the edges of her breasts underneath while his hand moved steadily down her naked skin. Goosebumps erupted on her skin as she felt his fingers gently caressing her silky tanned skin. Izzy felt like putty in his hands as his caresses lit a fire in her loins, but she stutteringly answered his question, ", I... I'll have Liquor Maya." a sweet drink compared to anise with a touch of honey and was very strong.

The hand didn't stop as it reached her rounded muscular ass but continued until it finally rested on her bare thigh. Izzy knew during his caresses he confirmed several things about her. First, he knew now that she was not wearing anything under the outfit and second, she had not pushed his hand away or squirmed out of his reach. So, he knew that she didn't mind, or more appropriately, enjoyed having a man's hand caressing all of her intimate areas.

The hulky stranger slid his hand between her thighs and began slowly stroking towards his ultimate goal. Izzy looked at his relentless hand for only a moment before her eyes misted over with the lusty feelings happening between her legs. She gasped, took a deep shuttering breath, and moaned softly as she felt his thick beefy finger caress her womanly lips.

Izzy's face revealed her quandary, and she didn't know what to do now. She knew that she should slap his hand away, that's what she should do, but what she really wanted was to feel his finger caress her clit and explore her pussy. It was exciting to have this handsome stranger fingering her in front of the crowd. Izzy twisted back towards the table momentarily halting his advance and when she saw their drinks had arrived, she downed the liquor in one large gulp.

She felt the booze spread warmth through her body as it slid down her throat, but she also felt his finger oozing between her soaked pussy lips. This was not the plan, but oh God it felt so sinfully delicious to have his finger inside her, in full sight of everyone in the chamber. Immediately his other hand was on the inside of her thigh, spreading her legs. As he began to caress up her thigh, he leaned over and whispered in her ear, "My name is Dominic, and you are mine for the night."

His claiming of her for the night sent anticipatory shivers through her impassioned form and she could feel her pussy gush, yearning for his dominance of her body. His finger dipped between her womanly lips, but only to get the tip of his finger wet. When his finger retreated, it began rapidly flicking her clit back and forth, with the effect being a vibration on her clit. Once again, she heard the noise die down in the chamber and a furtive glance proved that the entire chamber was mesmerized, and everyone was watching Dominic do whatever he wanted to do to that sexy lady on the chair. Izzy didn't know what it was, the exhibitionism or the submission, but all she knew was that she couldn't stop and wanted more.

She knew she needed to do something, but her brain had fogged up and all she could think about was that thick finger thrusting inside her and caressing her clit. Quite on their own, her hips began to grind against the invading finger hoping for more stimulation while the rest of her body trembled under his erotically sensual manipulations. Unfortunately, her hip movements had slid her closer to the edge of the chair and with one more twitch, she began to fall from the chair.

A strong massive arm wrapped around her waist, caught her, and helped her stand unsteadily on her feet, without actually falling. Izzy wavered on her feet knowing she had a reprieve and quickly blurted out, "I need to go."

She walked as fast as she could to her private quarters but looked over her shoulder back at the warrior. His eyes were glued to her ass as she walked away, but he also had his finger in his mouth tasting her essence. The thought of him tasting her womanly nectar caused tremors in her womb and her legs quivered almost causing her to fall.

Izzy burst into her private quarters and once inside tried to catch her breath as she leaned against the wall. Her hands and legs were quaking as she relived his fingers, implementing a path over her barely concealed form. For a moment, she wondered if the provocative outfit had been a mistake, but that thought was immediately dismissed, because she loved the way everyone was looking at her. As a matter of fact, if she was true to herself, the last few minutes of being finger fucked while on full display of the chamber, had been one of the most exhilarating things she had ever done.

She pushed off the wall and sat in a chair trying to get her wits back. She would've never let anyone do that, so why did she let a stranger finger fuck her in front of everyone at the chamber. All she can think is that it was a moment of passionate weakness and one she would never let happen again... Or would she?

As she thought about it, she knew lots of people had seen him take advantage of her and that gave her a lusty thrill to have all those eyes watching as someone used her as his sexual plaything. She put her hands between her legs and swore that she had never felt this wet before. Some of it could've been the stranger, but she knew most of it was an audience watching as someone finger fucked her.

She gathered her wits and was determined not to let him have his way with her again. She was a strong woman, full of fiery passion, but she could not let that passion rule her life. But the thought of giving up that wild and crazy passion left her feeling empty. Her quivering stomach and unsteady legs told her that despite her strong will, she wanted more of this. The anticipation of what he was going to do next had her almost breathless and despite her angst, she was going to let him do whatever he wanted to her, and she was going to enjoy every minute.

When Izzy came out of the her private bedroom, she had the fierce look of a predator stalking her prey. She swung her hips in a sensual beat that wobbled her breasts making them come close to bouncing out of the vest revealing large amounts of gorgeous breast flesh. If the chamber crowd was watching, they could see an occasional nipple show around the edge of the vest or glimpse at her gorgeous ass. The crowd was watching, but she was on a mission.

Izzy felt every eye in the room watching her as she strutted towards the chamber and that only enlivened her blisteringly primal show. She locked eyes with the brute at the chamber and saw him give her a wickedly sexy smile. He knew what she wanted and was ready to give her more than she ever dreamed of.

His look only made the nervous quivering in her belly turn into a scorching primitive need that had to be filled. With every step, Izzy felt the desperate yearning grow stronger. All the eyes in the chamber were following her and everyone could feel the lust growing stronger with every footstep she took. She slapped him and he laughed. He grabbed her and pulled her into his lap. She squirmed with her fists bouncing off his solid muscles.

This only made her hotter and Izzy whispered in his ear, "Meet me in my chambers and I will be there momentarily."

With that, she walked out of the chamber and made her way to her private bedchamber. When she arrived something was wrong, only one torch was lit, casting the room in sensuous shadows. A smile crossed her face as she rightly assumed her warrior lover had done this. Then two beefy arms grabbed her, bound her hands together, tied her bound hands to a strip of leather thrown over the beam in her chamber and stretched her arms over her head until she was barely standing on her toes.

Shock, fear, and an unknown desire traveled through her body. No one had ever treated her like this, and she had no idea how to react, so she did what she normally did, she blurted out, "What in the hell do you think you are doing? Let me down immediately and you have lost your chance with me! Get Out!!"

A large knife appeared and easily sliced through her vest and then the strings holding up her loincloth and in the blink of an eye, she was bound naked in front of the warrior. An erotic shiver trembled through her impassioned form, and she knew he was going to take what he wanted... her. Fear mixed with an unknown craving for more caused her to struggle against her bonds, but this carnal passion was what she really wanted.

Still this hulk of a warrior had to earn her body, so she twisted and fought her bonds shouting, "I am the Queen! Let me down and I won't punish you!"

Dominic growled and slapped her breasts and grabbed her nipples. It was an erotic pain that she had always longed for but never had a lover as dominant as this mountain of a man. She knew he could really hurt her if he wanted, but the slaps and pinches only seemed to grow her deep desire for him to take her any way he wanted.

He let go of her nipples and slapped her pussy with most of his fingers striking her clit. For Izzy it was like a lightning strike that sent fiery craving throughout her rippling body. She gasped loudly and her stomach muscles clinched as the white-hot ecstasy undulated through her now turned-on body. As her body calmed, she looked him straight in the eyes and opened her legs for more and he obliged with quick, light slaps on her clit until her body convulsed in an orgasm that left her breathless.

Never in her entire life had Izzy had a climax that blistered her heart, mind, and body like this one had. But then again, no one had ever dominated her like this man had and she craved more. For the first time in her life, she wanted to submit to a man and let him send her soaring with ecstasy. She breathlessly whispered, "More... I need more. I want you to play with me and take me anyway you want."

Dominic smiled because he knew she would be his for as long as he wanted and with a body like hers, he wanted to do things she had never imagined. He pulled her legs up to his mouth and began licking, sucking, and nipping on her clitoris until a second, third, fourth, and fifth orgasm tore through her convulsive form. The muscles in her legs and stomach were trembling and quaking and she was having a difficult time breathing by the time he stood and dropped his trousers.

Izzy's eyes widened as she saw his massive cock poised to take her. His cock was just like the rest of him, hugely muscled and a powerful weapon. He rubbed the head of his cock through her sodden pussy lips and then ploughed into her tight, silky sheath until he crashed into her cervix. He stretched her like no one had ever before and as he filled her, his deep thrust touched parts of her that had never felt a cock before.

Izzy screamed like a banshee with a mix of pain and unbelievable passion, with her screams echoing off the stone walls. He was so deep inside her she swore she felt him inside her stomach. Her spectacular form bucked and heaved with unequalled rapture exploding throughout her body and was like nothing she had ever felt before and oh how she wanted more. She was immediately addicted to this kind of passion and never wanted to go back to the wimpy sex she had before.

She felt wonderfully stretched and full of Dominic's mighty weapon. Never had she had a cock this size inside her or a studly lover that really knew how to use his weapon. Oh, how she had longed to be taken by a studly lover, just as Dominic was doing now. His magnificent cock plumbed depths of her pussy that had never felt lust like this before. She wanted him to keep fucking her forever.

The bliss the warrior was giving her was like nothing she had ever felt before and even her fantasies didn't come close to this reality. Already she had experienced more orgasms than her entire life with other lovers and he was just getting started. Her arms knotted with the strain of her bondage and her breasts wobbled temptingly as Dominic plumbed the depths of her pussy. A tsunami of orgasms swept her away into a blissful state she had never even dreamed of.

Dominic watched her body convulse in wild spasms, jerking, arching and flailing in an erotic show of ecstasy. The crazy passion roaring through her made him feel like a god and she had quickly become his fantasy lover. He wanted more of her and began rapid-fire thrusts that took her to a new level of bliss. Her eyes opened wide in awe and her mouth fell open in astonishment.

It was a bliss she never even knew existed and now she was living it. After the first couple of climaxes, she was hooked and wanted more. The rapture she was experiencing blew away any experience in her previous life. This warrior had conquered her with passion, orgasms and feelings that quickly addicted her. She wanted more, no she craved more and now couldn't live without the feelings that slashed through her body.

That is how The King found them, with Dominic's cock buried deep inside his queen and his queen convulsing in the most spectacular climax he had ever seen. Her scream of passion had given him an idea of what was happening, but what he saw destroyed his love for his wife. Fury rose inside him, and he summoned his guards. Dominic and Izzy had no idea what was going on until six guards pulled Dominic away from Izzy leaving her empty and desperately craving more.

The queen hung from her bonds helpless, still shivering in her orgasmic rapture, as her lover was bound and carted away by the royal guard. The King told the guards to cut his queen down, call her handmaidens to take care of her and then leave.

The next day a special ceremony was convened, one that had not been convened in a millennium. Dominic would be put to death, but it would be a special death. He would be confined in a sub-chamber of an underground chamber and there he would die slowly as he suffered, with no food, no water and at some point, a lack of air. He would be given an herbal elixir that would keep his penis engorged, even after death, the elixir would also keep him from reaching a climax. However, when he died his spirit would remain, ghostly haunting the sub-chamber, his cock still engorged, and he was still unable to reach a climax.

Dominic stood naked, stoically facing his accusers and behind them all was Izzy bound to a plank of wood. She was there to watch her lover die for daring to touch her and she was gagged so not to speak. Her punishment would come later. She watched Dominic standing there knowing he dwarfed her husband physically, dominantly and was three times the lover her king was. She ached to feel his touch, his mastery and to feel him inside her again, but it was not to be.

The King watched as the priest made him drink the elixir and almost immediately his cock sprang to massive attention. Izzy's mouth watered at the sight and her knees trembled at the size of his monstrous trudgen. Everyone stared at the massive warrior and his hugely engorged cock, then backed out of the sub-chamber as two warriors carried Izzy away. Her eyes stayed glued to her warrior lover until the last second. As the door was closing Dominic yelled, "You will never be able to make love to your queen like I can, and she deserves a real lover, real passion, not a wimp like you!"

The King stopped as Dominic's words hit home. He looked at his wife, saw the tears running down her face and knew she would never be as passionate with him as she was with Dominic. He had to do something, and her punishment would soon come. An idea quickly hit him, if Izzy wanted him, why not give her to him.

The King called a halt to the procession and had the bearers release Izzy from her bondage on the board. As he instructed the bearers to place her inside the tomb, Izzy knew her fate was sealed and began to fight for her freedom, but it was useless. She screamed, "I will always be your woman and you know you want me!"

The King listened to her hollow words, and he was done with her, but no one else could have her. With a wave of his hand, his former queen was unceremoniously tossed into the tomb and with a loud bang, the stone door was shut and sealed. Dominic was alone in the torchlight with an aching distended cock and a gorgeous Izzy to fuck into eternity.

Izzy ran to the sealed door and banged on it in a vain attempt to change her King's mind. Her voice and pleas never made it outside the door. When she finally broke down and began crying, Dominic came to her, but she had none of that. She screamed, "This is all your fault! If you would have left me alone, I wouldn't be here!"

She tried hitting him, but her tiny fists bounced off the rock-hard muscles of his chest with no effect. He held her tight and began caressing her gorgeous body. At first Izzy resisted because she wanted out of this chamber, but her fantasies of Dominic's powerful body making love to her weakened her struggle. Soon she turned in his arms, presenting her lips for a kiss.

Dominic took full advantage of her lips and kissed her with his tongue possessing her mouth. He sucked the air from her lungs leaving her light-headed and dizzy, but the passion only grew stronger. Dominic picked her up from the floor and easily carried her to the altar at the top of the chamber. He softly placed her on the altar and once again kissed her pouting lips leaving her breathless, pleading for more. His hands wandered over her succulent curves as his lips kissed down her neck.

Izzy arched her back presenting her body to his wandering, insistent hands, but suddenly he was gone. She looked at him through lust glazed eyes and saw him searching the room for something. Her eyes begged him to come back, and her whimper cajoled him to take her. Then he returned to the altar with four leather strips in his hands.

He gazed at her trembling form and tied each limb to a corner of the altar until she was naked and spread eagle on the altar. He gazed down at her and looked into those eyes full of lust and a longing for him to take her. He cupped her face in his hand, and she responded by rubbing her face into his hand. Then he leaned over and began to nibble on her lips softly and sensuously. Then suddenly he thrust his tongue in her mouth claiming her mouth as his. Izzy gasped and moaned as she gave herself to him and she responded to Dominic's possession of her. Years of pent-up longing and passion came pouring out of her as he began to slowly stake his claim to every part of her sensuous body.

He sucked and nibbled on her neck and ears, then moving to her breasts where he aggressively nipped and bit her breasts. He moved to her nipples leaving tiny red marks as he claimed her outstanding breasts as his. Izzy was responding by pushing her body into his aggressive attack, demanding he claim her and take her as his. She wanted him to take her; she wanted to give herself completely to her lover. Izzy felt the euphoria and the freedom of releasing control of her body to Dominic.

Dominic continued moving down her body claiming every part of her licking, nipping, biting, and caressing every inch of her ribs, her flat sunken belly, her sensuous navel as he moved on to her hips. He nibbled around her hips and down her right leg, paying special attention to the sensitive areas of the inner thigh, behind the knee and her toes. He moved to the left leg starting with her toes and moving up her leg aiming for her weeping pussy that was thrusting up and down begging for attention.

By the time he reached her pussy, Izzy was writhing in ecstasy strapped to a rocket ready to explode the minute he touched her. There was no softness as Dominic sucked her entire pussy lips into his mouth and Izzy's whole body came off the altar as she exploded into a lust affirming, heart rending and mind-numbing orgasm. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before and all the muscles on her arms and legs were taut and distended as she pulled against the bonds tying her to the altar. The tendons in her arms, legs and the chords in her neck were all distended as she silently screamed her love for her lover.

Dominic didn't let up as he sucked her pussy and bit her clit as he continued to claim this woman whose body drove him mad. He continued to drive her orgasm higher and higher as Izzy's stomach muscles cramped into tight knots trying to curl her body around the pulsations centering in her pussy. Her whole body began to spasm as Dominic refused to relent in his claiming of the woman he desired. Whether it was one long orgasm or multiples chained together, Izzy continued floating in a sea of orgasmic rapture.

Dominic relented and stopped sucking her pussy long enough to kneel between her legs and drive his cock deep into her cunt, claiming the rest of her as his. When he stopped eating at her pussy Izzy's body fell back to the altar but blasted into a whole new level of orgasm when he drove his hard cock deeply into her quim. Izzy screamed with passion as the ecstasy overrode all of her bodily functions. All she could feel was the rapture as her lover claimed to her and drove her to heights of bliss she had never known.

Izzy's whole body was quivering and shaking with spastic movements as Dominic drove deep into her, stretching her, filling her as he drove deep into her pussy. As he continued to pound inside her, Dominic's passionate madness continued at a merciless pace. Izzy couldn't respond because her whole body was still shaking so hard even her teeth were chattering.

Her orgasms piled on top of climaxes and still Dominic continued to drive her unforgiving rapture to new heights. Izzy was lost in the blissful agony of non-stop orgasms, and they washed over her like a tsunami, giving no quarter and no forgiveness. Her mind drifted into sub-space where the only thing she knew was the unrelenting rapture of Dominic's cock. Her body fought her bonds with athletic, convulsive seizures of pure bliss and all of her muscles were pumped and distended as her body battled the unending ecstasy.

At this point, Izzy was overwhelmed with the intensity of pure physical sensations. Wresting away any semblance of self-control, Dominic was ripping away the false reality and the mistaken belief that she was a strong, capable, independent-minded woman. The wildly exuberant sensations thundered through her impassioned form, showing her just how vulnerable she is to a man who knew exactly how to handle a woman. She was being inexorably reduced to a drooling, howling mess of quivering flesh.

She started to learn during Dominic's unstoppable passion, just how much her body could take. How much she can bend and stretch, to accommodate all the teasing and positions. How orgasms can be continuously wrung from her, even under the most unpleasant and uncomfortable duress. She was kept in the torchlight, to encourage docility and increase her dependence on her powerful lover. It made her lean into her warrior lover and strained his commands, delivering demands and orders.

Now she's near the end of her rope, he judges. Her lovely form was finally subsiding from the relentless orgasms that wracked her body during their session. He can feel the muscles in her body finally giving up their tenseness as she turns limp from exhaustion, her head lolling back against the altar. The frenzied seizure and shuddering of her body were finally tapering off into the occasional shiver, a fine trembling that made her breasts quiver in exhaustion and still rampant passion.

"There you go," he murmurs, inside his head. "Give it up, my beauty."

She's quieted down at last, only whimpering a little as he moved his cock inside her cunt, teasing out another orgasm. The climaxes are coming slower now, but he's patient, and experienced. It'll be like this every time for her from now on. She is experiencing the extreme pain of forced orgasms, or the other end of the spectrum relentless teasing and edging. She'll swing back and forth between those two ends, a helpless pendulum until he can hopefully reach his orgasm. He thought he had an eternity to tease, take and wring ever last ounce of passion from this magnificent body.

Dominic liked to think about how, right at this moment, she's wishing he would stop. She's thinking she can't possibly come again, that she doesn't want to come again. Another climax is too painful.

And yet, the next time she'll wish the opposite. She'll beg the gods to let her climax. She might even remember this very moment, when she was experiencing all these painful orgasms, and she wished that they would end. She'd probably be cursing herself for thinking about it.

Dominic knows that this is the first step in this journey to get her to the point where she accepted everything that her Master might want to do to her. To climax or not to climax. It was never going to be up to her, and there was no point wishing for one outcome or the other. She just had to surrender to her fate. They had an eternity as Master and his submissive sex slave.

He sinks his cock into her convulsing sex again. She lies beneath him, still and quiet, just breathing out of her nose in unsteady breaths, as he thrusts inside her. No fight left in her, not today. He twists her sweet nipples, and she moans as another climax ripples through her body.

Dominic fucks her cunt, deep and hard, until he hoped he could climax, but nothing is rising in him, and he decides to try something else, her tight ass. Then he pulls out of her pussy and pushes his cock into her tight virgin ass, already soaked and ready. She jerks a little at that, tensing a bit.

Dominic clicks his tongue and repeats silently, "Hush, beauty. Just take it. Just accept this. I want to cum in your gorgeous ass, Beauty, and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

Two, three pumps, and he pounds inside the clutch of that dark, tight channel. Izzy whimpers as another unending series of countless orgasms contorted her body. But her muscles are limp and unresponsive as her mind explodes in another form of bliss, one she has never known. Her body can't react anymore, only tremble with weak exhausted reactions. Still, he pounded inside her and the climaxes continued to ripple through her.

Dominic wasn't even close to an orgasm, and somehow, he knew he never would be. When the last torch went out, he knew it was a sign the air was running out and his plans for an eternity of taking Izzy were for naught. At first, he thought their heaving breaths were from their passionate exertions, but when the torches went out, he knew they were going to die as the air ran out.

Bathed in complete darkness, he knew he had lost his chance of finding a way to escape. He had let his aching cock to rule his mind and now they were both doomed to die inside the chamber. His warrior mind wanted to find a way out of here but his time fulfilling his lustful desires with his gorgeous queen had wasted all of his precious escape time.

~~~~~

The auctioneer looked into the silent audience, everyone was awestruck and slowly clapping and wolf-whistles began to build in the assembly room. He spoke in an awe inspired voice, "This is the end of act one. In act two Izzy will be a tomb raider that finds the tomb of the two lovers, but she must first conquer the traps set for trespassers. Now for the start of the bidding."

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Izzy stumbled to her dressing room and stood under the shower for ten minutes trying to recover from the most incredible fucking she had ever received. She even wondered if she could continue but she knew she had too. She downed two energy drinks and felt her muscles revive, a little. She gave herself five more minutes to recover then began to dress for act two.

Her legs were still wobbly as she walked towards the stage. She took a deep breath as she began to walk, and all the silky cloth from her jungle outfit seemed to erotically caress her naked skin underneath. With each step, she felt the silk stroke her nipples, breasts, belly and legs. Her erotic excitement grew with each step and her legs trembled as the silky cloth cuddled her sensitive skin. She also knew what was coming, she was going to be captured, stripped and tormented buy tentacles until she orgasmed repeatedly. "Oh God, she couldn't wait to have every eye in the audience watching her contort in orgasmic rapture, again."

The auctioneer began the narration, "Izzy studied the cave for an additional day, because she knew there were many traps waiting for her. Izzy had known that the traps within the cavern were to stop treasure hunters in their tracks. The centuries-old mechanisms she had navigated through seemed too easy and she was wary of what she was NOT finding. There were the usual spring-loaded traps, poisoned tipped arrows and pits to fall into, but once you knew what to look for, they were easy to avoid. However, she never expected to be caught by a slow-moving organic entity while she was searching for mechanical traps. All the mass of tentacles needed was to lay patiently in waiting for its unsuspecting prey."

Dominic built a monster contraption according to Izzy's specifications. It would have four sections of an X-frame disguised as tentacles and these would hold her four limbs. A fifth tentacle would be wrapped around her rock-hard belly. Then there were six other tentacles that would be used to tease, torment and bring Izzy to orgasmic destruction. Dominic would be the controller of the tentacles and after act one she knew he would devastate her.

Izzy walked towards the waiting contraption and by the time she felt tentacles wrapping around her legs, it was too late. The suction cups on the tentacles latched on to her with an unbreakable grip. She was pulled off her feet, dragged the body of the beast where a swarm of tentacles awaited her. Their strength astounded her as she fought and struggled against the seemingly unending swarm of tentacles. While multiple tentacles lifted her above the water, spread and held her arms and legs captive, presenting her to the audience in an X shape.

Four sets of tentacles wrapped around her arms and legs stretching her appendages until she felt as if she were bound on a medieval rack. The only difference was there was no support on her back. The tentacles pulled harder, keeping her suspended in the air as it stripped her naked. It needed her naked to begin its diabolical torment.

Other tentacles began shredding and stripping her clothes from her. Apparently, the tentacles wanted her naked, vulnerable and available to whatever it had in mind as a punishment for her transgressions. Pieces of her clothes began tearing off revealing her rock-hard abs, then her muscled arms straining against her bonds and then her sexy muscled and beautifully shaped legs. Izzy watched the tentacles ripping off her clothes and even from her viewpoint it was an erotic striptease and she loved the revealing of her body. The cuffs of her blouse around her wrists and the pant cuffs around her ankles were all that was left around her arms and legs.

The tentacles finally got revealing her breasts in a slow tease, but their perfect shape was ultimately revealed with her rosy nipples engorged and waiting to be played with. Finally, her hip, ass and womanly mound were revealed in all their glory, and she was totally naked. Her pussy glistened in the stage lights with her womanly nectar and as her muscles danced under her skin while her body squirmed, held in the air.

Once it had finally stripped and secured its new prisoner, the tentacled beast was free to show Izzy how this long-extinct civilization punished those who dared to seek out their treasures.

Fear raced through her struggling form. She fought with everything she had, but it had very little effect. The tentacled beast had only one job and it did it well. She never expected a living organism to still be alive and guarding the tomb after centuries. Once she was caught, the fear of how she was going to die overruled all her other senses. Izzy tried to regain her wits and think of a way out, but terror gripped her, and she couldn't think. A jolt of adrenaline made her heart pound in her chest and cleared her mind for a second, but it didn't make any difference. She was vulnerable in the tentacle swarm.

It quickly became apparent that the tentacle monster had no intention to kill her... outright. Those that had survived the mechanical traps were destined for a more diabolical punishment. She expected that death would come slowly, and she would die of starvation, heart attack, and/or dehydration. What happened between now and then was anyone's guess.

After struggling and unsuccessfully trying to escape its clutches, she soon came to find that a quick death or even torture was not its goal - or at least not the kind of torture she had feared. The tentacles slowly and almost seductively caressed her newly revealed skin searching for areas that could provide the most erotic torment.

The swarm of tentacles took its time turning her fear into arousal, armed with hundreds of years of experience honing its skills on human anatomy. It was aided by its own cocktail of aphrodisiacs that the barbed suckers began to inject into her bloodstream. Fortunately for Izzy, most of the treasure hunters were male and the swarm had to find out where the female erogenous zones were. The tentacle's silky caresses slowly stroked the hills and valleys of her skin searching for areas that would illicit a gasp, whimper or moan of pleasure.

Soon Izzy was writhing, all thoughts of escape had been rendered moot by such deliberate seduction. It was too dark to make out the minute details of the cave's protector, though it had absolutely no trouble in tantalizing the minute details of her own body. It read her every desire as if each one of her movements were its very own script. Tiny tendrils snaked across her body, using its suckers and little cilia to tease and gauge her reactions.

Izzy squirmed, twisted and danced an erotic dance as the tentacles teased her closer and closer to the climax she craved. Her mind's eye could not keep up with the ways it explored between her thighs. Through such disgust and fear, the creature knew just how to cause her body to betray her; it had much experience in making one lose themselves to the desires of the flesh. So many tendrils caressed the lips of her sex while others sought out the delicate jewel nestled within, slowly circling until her clitoris was pulsating with arousal.

Izzy's inhibition parts of the brain began to shut down, robbing her of her voice of reason. Logic and thinking functions began to blackout while she fought, but the mounting pleasure saw her fight dissipating while dopamine, oxytocin, and endorphins ran rampant through the remainder of the brain, leaving her swimming in a sea of arousal. All the twitches, quivers and tremors and muscular spasms were her mind's automatic response to the tentacle monster's erotic torment. Torment turned to torture as she writhed in the protector's grasp.

With each teasing touch, the tentacled beast felt every micro muscular reaction and began to learn how Izzy reacted to each tormenting contact. While Izzy tried fruitlessly to escape the clutch of her captor, deep down she wondered how much this thing was tapping into her most intimate desires. If only she knew what was to come, perhaps she'd have tried so much harder to run and fight. She of course knew that this was to ward off explorers but still was not sure why it was treating her to such a whirlwind of pleasure, seducing her body like the most attentive of lovers.

However, the tentacle monster would not give her the respite of caressing that sensitive clitoris the way she needed. For so long it had toyed with that little morsel, causing her hips to sway in a desperate bid to communicate that it had won her over. Instead, those little tendrils continued to caress her folds like cruel fingertips as if taking joy from every muscular twitch of anticipation, while those at her clitoris slid and prodded tenderly like one hundred tongues all playing with their meal. As time went on though, and as it continued to arouse her without pushing towards her climax, she'd soon understand that this was the tentacled beast's torture.

The erotic thunderstorm inside her raged until all other thoughts were pushed aside. The storm inside her continued to build until it was a tornado, twisting her body and wringing every last drop of ecstasy from her loins. It was pleasure beyond anything she could imagine, and it kept building until it was pure agony. For a few moments she wondered how pleasure could turn into misery, but then her mind lost all cognitive abilities.

The more it went on, the more it learned about her, and how to keep her teetering on the edge. Suddenly came the little strokes of a phallus against her soft, wet petals, just pushing to that twitching opening. Always enough to make her hope for more though still it would not offer relief, keeping her pussy constantly dripping without any sign of penetration.

Each time the tip of that large appendage pressed to her; Izzy felt soft little cilia moving autonomously, completely covering that bulbous head. It wreaked havoc on her imagining what that would feel like if only it slid inside her needy pussy, to be fucked while having the cilia stroke right against the most sensitive parts within her. She imagined the cilia stroking her G-Spot and clit at the same time and she tried arching her hips into the torturous appendage to help her achieve her vaunted climax.

The way the tentacle monster forced a sucker-tipped tentacle to devour her nipples seemed to drive the point home. It knew what she craved and wanted her to think about how much more it could do. She knew it could give her wonderous orgasms, but she was denied that bliss, because she had dared to hunt for the tentacled beast's treasure. She felt as if she were going to die of unrealized pleasure, with her rapture just over the horizon.

At one point the tentacle against her pussy started to vibrate, forcing her to feel every ridge and groove that squirmed against her sensitive sexual core. She begged and pleaded like her life depended on it - all to no response. It simply kept the wondrous tip just far enough away to let her feel it press her pussy lips apart every time she gyrated her hips against it. Feeling the little cilia oscillate just at her opening, swaying a little as if trying to slip a little further into her pussy, was truly maddening. This tentacle-based lifeform was more intelligent than Izzy expected to find, and it was actively toying with her body. It wanted her to know that her efforts to fight against it were hopeless and she would become its marionette as it dictated to her every movement.

As she grew accustomed to one torment another began. A slender tentacle began to probe her anus. The tentacle gathered her womanly nectar that seeped from her wildly exuberant pussy and used it to lubricate its entry through her brown star and into her bowels. This was not Izzy's first double penetration but having two live tentacles inside her pussy and bowels sent her to the edge of a massive climax. The tentacles sensed that and kept her twisting, leaving her hanging over her orgasmic abyss. The torturous rapture that was just out of reach began to sizzle areas of her brain.

She was supposed to remember something and yet, she wanted the tentacles inside her more than anything else in the entire world. Izzy opened her mouth and closed it a few times, like a fish gasping for breath outside of its tank. Her mind went completely numb once more as the tentacles devoured her sumptuous flesh hungrily. Sparks ignited inside her, and a storm built to dangerous levels in her core. She was so close to reaching the precipice they had her standing on. She wanted to go over... no she needed to.

Being turned into a brainless, sex-induced corpse was not her preferred way to die, but it would be painless. She would have preferred a knife in the heart, knife, knife, she had a knife in the cuff of her blouse still pressed underneath the cuff. As a matter of fact, it would be the most idyllic way to die. She was bent in half, fighting for her life. But as thunderous passion seized her tortured form, she didn't know if she even wanted to be released. Knife, Knife she thought.

A tentacle roamed over her clit and she lost her train of thought. Her head bounced between her arms as she thought, "Oh God, this thing knows how to make me lose my mind."

Once her body backed slightly away from her orgasmic gorge, a more male-like tentacle was introduced to her lips to feel those thick, pulsing inches against her tongue. Tears of frustration rolled down her cheeks as she imagined how that motion of penetration would feel for her agonizingly teased pussy. Now all three of her holes were filled with slithering tentacles that were intent on tormenting her to the point of insanity.

In rare moments of clarity, she remembered the knife and worked her hand so that the knife would work its way out of the sheath and into her hand, but then the tentacles pressed a spot that ripped her mind back to the wild torment. They stroked her sexually with soft, gentle, loving strokes keeping her hanging over the crevasse of her impending climax but never giving her enough friction to fall into her ruthless rapture. The audience watched as Izzy fought, contorted and quivered as the tentacles moved her towards her climax.

Even just the slight teasing motions around her clitoris, the occasional hum of pleasure to her pussy, was enough to bring her towards the pinnacle. Adding the suction to her nipples flung her right to the edge. It drew her nipple up and lavished that stiff peak with numerous tongue-like sensations, all in a bid to make sure she never lost focus of what the tentacled beast could do to such a small part of her body. Every time she got close however, it kept her on the brink for as long as she could possibly take - slowing the motion of the tendrils and backing off with the buzzing phallus.

She knew full well that her pleas had no effect, yet when the tendrils peeled back her clitoral hood to let another sucker brush over the tip, she still screamed out every promise and plea her mind could muster, just to feel it clamp down on it. It was the most diabolical of tortures to push her closer and closer to blistering edge of her orgasm yet never letting her have it. Teetering on the edge of an orgasm for what seemed like hours, was a torture she had never even thought of. Her body betrayed her, her pussy became the focus of her whole world and her brain could no longer process the unending pleasure.

Her eyes lost their focus, her brain began to shut down while her breathing became labored, and her heart thumped wildly in her chest. Only her muscles automatic response to the unceasing, torturous teasing still reacted the way they should. But before her mind completely shut down, one sucker did finally snatch that engorged pleasure filled nub in her pussy and sucked on it relentlessly. The tentacles tightened their grip on Izzy as every muscle tensed and strained in shock and joy.

Her mind snapped back celebrating in the long-awaited orgasmic bliss that hit with the force of a rapturous hurricane. Her back arched, belly knotted, legs trembled, and blissful screams echoed through the auditorium as the long-awaited bliss exploded inside her. Her mind saw colorful fireworks as the buildup of an endorphin-serotonin cocktail was suddenly released. Izzy felt as if she was soaring into outer space and her body fought against her bonds as it tried to curl into a fetal position and protect her devasted sexual core. As her massive orgasm began to abate with her mind still battling her endorphins, her mind cleared slightly, and her predicament returned.

She remembered the knife and began to work it in her hand. Her fingers could almost grasp it and she worked quickly because she knew what was coming and she would lose her focus. Her fingernails scratched the knife and she knew she was almost there.

Then the cycle began all over again. The tentacled beast would not let her mind drift away because it needed its victim conscious, thinking and feeling its torment. The tentacled beast had grown accustomed to the many ways of teasing humans to the brink of insanity. With so much time spent alone and undisturbed, it made the most of its one and only activity.

She would not be saved from this torture. It knew how to suckle against and draw pleasure from every nerve ending in her nipples, clitoris, anus and areas she never knew were erogenous. It knew how to explore every inch of her pussy and devour the joy of her G-spot. It knew how to keep her skin aflame with need and her breasts heaving in constant anticipation. It was going to take its time showing her the depths of pleasure too hellish to believe, and to make her weep at the decision to ever enter this place.

Her personality and thinking mind had to be saved. She found a way to hide within her own mind and she needed to do it again. Izzy's mind was ravaged by the unrelenting torment, but she began to retreat, leaving the parts of her brain devastated by the endless torture and bliss. Her body was on automatic, reacting with wild gyrations, orgasmic quivers and intoxicating euphoria with each loving caress of the tentacles. The audience was enthralled and sat almost panting, waiting for the next wild, convulsive orgasm to take control of this incredibly stunning, beautiful woman.

It's always there. Always. Constantly. Relentlessly. It's her faithful constant companion. It's her best friend who is always right between her legs. Her clitoris is also Izzy's worst enemy, tirelessly on the look-out to exploit her smallest weakness and launch her orgasm. Sometimes she screams like all hell breaks loose, but it's always there, throbbing painfully, waiting for the explosion of rapture.

She looks at her pussy. Foe and friend. A part of her, but also apart from her. They share a body, but it is painfully obvious who is in charge. Yeah, there are around 8,000 nerve endings in the clit which is the highest density of all human tissue. But there are 100 billion neurons in the brain that should count for something and overrule the tiny pleasure filled nub between her legs.

Nope, it doesn't. One impulse from here to there and her mind is captured by her one and only need; she has to face her orgasmic need. Her clitoris is screaming to be touched. It's also screaming "don't you dare touch me!" Her mind had already lost the struggle except for the corner of her brain she was hiding in. Her fingernails finally purchased a hold on the hilt of the knife and it was in her hand.

Another orgasm hit with the force of a runaway train and her body convulsed in wild passionate seizures and she almost dropped the knife. As the orgasm began to wane, she knew she had only moments before another one started and she began slashing with the knife and within seconds her hand was free and she began slashing the tentacle holding her other hand. The tentacle monster could feel its captive trying to escape and it also felt the pain of the knife.

The tentacles around her waist and legs tightened as both arms were now free. Additional tentacles began to reinforce the tentacles holding her, but Izzy fought them as she fought to free herself. As Izzy began slashing at the tentacles they tightened trying to hold onto their captive, but the knife continued to slash the tentacles holding her. Now her waist was free and quickly her legs were also free.

As Izzy fought the seemingly hundreds of tentacles, she began looking for the monster's heart or brain and finally found a mass of flesh in the center of the tentacles. She waded in and began slashing at the mass and soon the tentacles stopped moving and she got away from the monster. She sat gasping as she fought waves of exhaustion in addition to unrequited passion. As much as she was glad to be out of there, her body shivered wanting more of that blistering passion.

Izzy turned to the audience and stated, "This is the end of act two. In fifteen minutes, act three will begin."

With that she adjourned to the dressing room and walked straight into the shower. She really wanted Dominic right now and as if he were in her mind, he entered the shower naked with an impressive hard-on, picked her up and skewered her pussy. Her mouth opened in a scream, "Oh, God yes, fuck me, fuck me hard and deep."

Dominic did just that and after she had four glorious climaxes and he had one, they let the shower cool them off. Then with a loving glance they both began to prepare for the final act.

~~~~~

In act two Izzy had been stripped naked so she had no costume for act three, but she did redo her hair and makeup. Dominic had to dress quickly and change the set of the stage. In act three Izzy discovers he altar where the Mayan queen and her lover were put to death. However, the lover's ghost is still in the tomb and has taken up residence in the altar. Dominic had added a large dildo to the altar for Izzy's scene of being taken by the ghost of the Mayan lover. He painted himself white so that he could be the ghost and had a bucket of ice water, so when he touched Izzy she would feel a ghostly touch.

The auctioneer announced Izzy's act three and set the stage for the ghostly seduction and sacrifice. By now the audience was ready for Izzy's wild show and even wilder sexual exploits. Her athletic muscular body had everyone waiting for her competing dances, her muscles under her skin and her body's exuberant dance of bliss.

Behind the rock façade was a doorway that opened leading into a large antechamber. The walls were filled with all kinds of trinkets and torches still as yet unlit. The room was lit up from the stage lights effectively and as Izzy looked around, her heart began to pound in her chest as she realized this was a sacrificial chamber. There was an altar dominating the prominent and main position at the top of the chamber. There was a skeleton on the altar and another next to the altar.

The skeleton on the altar looked petite and feminine while the skeleton next to the altar was a large masculine figure. As she looked around it seemed obvious that the woman had been bound to the altar and somehow died there.

The sacrificial altar was on a raised stone base at the head of the room. She could tell it was a sacrificial altar right away because of the restraining manacles at the top and bottom corners. She touched them noticing that they were made out of some kind of stiff rubber. She nodded her head imperceptibly, acknowledging the rubber.

The carving was intricate, and full of symbols she had never seen. At first, she thought this was an altar for human sacrifices, but the more she looked she knew that was not the case. The altar was beautiful, delicate and almost feminine in its design, and generally a human sacrificial altar would be more rugged masculine. The top appeared to have a series of small channels running throughout the altar and their purpose was lost on Izzy.

Izzy didn't understand all the intricacies of the altar, but she gleefully rubbed her hands and As she studied the altar she noticed that it seemed strangely devoid of any dust or debris. She ran her fingers over the polished surface felt tingles through her fingertips that seem to reverberate throughout her body.

Izzy knew she was excited with the thrill of discovery, but this felt different. This discovery would break open the whole Mayan culture, but the thrill had a decidedly sexual nature. Her nipples hardened and ached while her belly trembled and womanly folds wept her womanly nectar. The more she stroked the surface of the altar the deeper she felt a craving and throbbing in her womb.

As she stroked the altar, the stroking of her fingertips on the surface of the altar became slower and more sensuous as her hidden desires began to take shape. Her passionate daydreams fulfilled the sexual energy flowing through her fingers, showing her an erotic paradise. Her waking dream was manifesting her desires.

Her suppressed desires seemed to bubble to the surface. She longed for someone to love her, just like she longed to love someone. The man of her dreams was foremost in her mind and heart. Her body's needs dominated her thoughts with many of her erotic dreams leaving only her sexual desires.

She envisioned his hands caressing up her belly until he cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. She dreamt of his eyes pouring into her hungrily, telling her that he wanted to devour her. Her knees trembled and chest heaved as her intense passion made it hard to breathe. She couldn't seem to get those hungry thoughts out of her head. Izzy felt a desperate desire to feel him conquer her, take her and ravage her as he held her captive with his love and passion.

Izzy shook her head trying to clear the lustful thoughts from her mind, but they remained... invading and controlling her thoughts. She forced herself to step back and back away from the altar. As she moved back her sexual fantasies began to recede. She needed to explore the altar and carefully removed the bonds around the skeleton's wrists and ankles, then carefully moved the skeleton to a position next to the male skeleton.

She found it difficult to concentrate but forced her mind to examine the top of the altar. As she caressed the intricate patterns on the altar, she felt Dominic's tongue and fingers replicating their design on her skin. All the channels seemed to feed down to a circular area almost the exact center of the altar. Izzy traced the patterns with her delicate fingers on one hand, then reproduced the design on her skin with her other hand. The markings seemed to flow to her sexual core, just as the channels lead to the circular core of the altar.

She ran her hands around the circular area in the middle of the altar and felt it give slightly. She pushed hard on the core area and large phallus rose from the center, angling towards the top of the altar. Izzy had many lovers, but this phallus seemed larger than the lovers she had. It looked to be made of hard, dense, oily wood but none of that mattered as the power contained in the phallus poured through her grasping fingers.

The altar began to feed off her desires and fantasies with the tingling and erotic power growing in her hand. The phallus seemed to grow warmer in her hand and as Izzy stroked it she began to believe it was more human. This was the cock she always dreamed about. The cock she dreamt about taking to unimagined heights of bliss and her fantasies began to take over. It was Dominic's cock... she just knew it was!

She envisioned that Dominic was really there as she gripped the phallus tightly and she tried to rid her mind of her erotic daydreams. Once again, she shook her head trying to concentrate on the archaeological find, but it was only moments of lucid thought before her erotic fantasies once again took over.

Izzy had suspected now that this was some kind of a fertility altar and the phallus confirmed it. Her scientific excitement and curiosity rose, but as she stroked the phallus a different kind of excitement flowed hotter through her veins.

It was sensual and exhilarating running her fingers over something so old and it seemingly untouched by time. She envisioned a nubile young virgin strapped to the sacrificial top, naked for everyone to see. Something about this image sent chills through her and it was shudders of excitement, not dread. In her dreams SHE was the naked virginal sacrifice. She actually felt her womanly folds becoming wet with excitement as this vision controlled her thoughts.

The thought of being the naked nubile young virgin bound to the sacrificial table was exhilarating. She dreamed of being strapped to the altar, helplessly waiting for her body to be taken by the priest. Her dreams and visions were so real she found her nipples agonizingly hard and her pussy aching to be filled.

Izzy cupped her breasts feeling their bountiful plumpness fill her hands. Her thumb and forefinger surrounded her nipples, tugging, pulling and squeezing sending exquisite bolts of passionate fire surging through her writhing form. She threw her head back belting out moans of needy desire echoing through the chamber. The harder she twisted her tortured nipples, the more her body forgot about everything except quenching the fire inside her.

Izzy jumped up onto the altar sitting there with her feet hanging off the edge. With her womanly slot drenched in her womanly juices in full contact with the altar everything jumped to a new level. Her whole body tingled as though she had been plugged into an electrical socket. It was too much and whatever this was, she wanted to give in and let these feelings have their way with her.

She stretched across the altar binding her feet in the hard rubber manacles on one end. With her legs spread wide bound in the manacles she lay back across the altar. Izzy began franticly feeding the large phallus into her womanly slot. It felt huge to her pussy, but the ache filled a carnal void inside her. Her hands didn't care as they fed more and more of the erotically slaking phallus inside her.

Izzy felt stretched and filled like she never had before, but it was not like any of her other lovers. It was beyond anything she had ever felt, because she felt an energy filling her. She felt like it had some kind of power filling her to overflowing. Her whole body vibrated, resonating with power that centered in her womb. The phallus felt like a living thing inside her, taking possession of her and filling her with its sensuous energy.

Her passion had come to life like a flower unfolding, blossoming into a dazzling magnificent spectacle. The energy centered on her G-Spot creating sensations beyond her sexual experiences. In addition, she felt vibrations on her clit and as they combined, she felt an erotic tension that threatened her sanity. Her body felt like an erotic bowstring being pulled back with an arrow notched and ready to let fly. As the erotic bowstring was stretched, the tension in her increased and she arched her back in erotic torment. She found it harder and harder to breathe as the tension grew, anticipating the point where her body would be set free. Her sensuous muscles knotted as her hips thrust up and down demanding more of this ruthless rapture.

The anticipation gnawed at her, impatiently devouring her, wrenching her heart open and brutally laying bare her soul. Her whole body was on fire in a way that she never imagined and the carnal heat was merciless in its honesty and validity. She was spread open, vulnerable, with no parts remaining unseen or undiscovered. She imagined Dominic hovering over her, threatening to taunt, taste, kiss, caress, bite or fuck her anyway he wanted. In her lust fogged mind, she was his possession, his captive and she was his willing prisoner, waiting to be ravished.

The tension and anticipation were excruciatingly intoxicating, with her mind being consumed by the fiery expectation. Izzy's body arched backwards over the altar emulating the stressed bow she had become. Her arms stretched over her head and slipped through the manacles at the top of the altar. As if by magic the manacles tightened on her wrists and ankles locking her in the perfect sacrificial position. The phallus was incessantly electrifying every nerve in her body. Her body was greedy for more, with the white-hot hunger demanding to be fed.

Her body was locked in an erotic arch with the phallus pressed perfectly against her G-Spot as it began to vibrate. Izzy's eyes popped wide and her mouth hung open as the erotic power inside her was catapulted to a whole new level. She twisted and squirmed as the energy inside her grew to incomprehensible levels. Her arms and legs strained against her bonds as she fought to keep her sanity in face of the unrelenting lustful onslaught.

There was another part of her mind that glorified her sexual bondage. She had always wanted to be taken and forced into carnal bliss. Now it was happening. She was the altars prisoner as it worked its sexual magic on her body. The helpless feeling only intensified the wanton heat rushing through her loins. She was powerless before the altars lewd and lustful control. She craved and needed more. Her body responded in ways she never imagined. The heat in her womb pushed away all doubts. She eagerly gave into her animal needs and desires.

Her hips had a mind of their own as they began small thrusts pushing her lover's cock deeper into her love starved cunt. She couldn't move, she couldn't breathe and her mind was lost in the sensual overload. Fear and panic set in as the pitiless wanton power continued to build. She knew if it continued, she would explode and then suddenly the powerful lustful arrow was released. All the tension, pleasurable anticipation and expectations were all released in one singular moment.

Izzy felt her mind burst in thousands of colorful fireworks at the same time her body cramped in rigid exultation. She finally understood why an orgasm was called a little death. Her mind seemed to leave her body and all rational thought abandoned her. The extraordinary, unparalleled pleasure took over her mind and body leaving her floating in a lustful fog. She screamed her frenzied elation until she was left euphorically breathless.

At the height of her orgasm, she felt another presence. A cold ghostly hand began to play with her breasts and tease her nipples. She felt cold ghostly lips traveling down her taut undulating belly till they reached the core of her sexuality. The cold lips on her clit made her gasp and writhe in a seductive dance of desire.

Dominic's ghost knew what it took to conquer while seducing a woman. He needed this sultry woman to be his sexual vessel, so he could finally be released from this spell. Only when she was in a reckless carnal state would she be wildly stimulating enough to maybe release his orgasm and remove the spell on him.

He took advantage of her surrender as he ruthlessly teased her neck, breasts, and nipples. She knew she needed to fight the growing desire but constrained as she was, her bondage and the ghostly caresses sent thrilling sexual hunger through her. The cold made her nipples and now her clitoris perk up, making them more sensitive and the ghostly caresses sending erotic chills down her spine. Her body began to feed off her desires and fantasies with the tingling and erotic power growing inside her.

She envisioned that Dominic was really there as his fingers and tongue created the reason for the desire welling up inside of her. In her dreams the teasing was Dominic making love to her. Then a ghostly cold finger eased inside her pussy alongside the phallus and a passionate gasp escaped her lips. She tried to shake off the building desire, but she couldn't fight the increasing blissful craving inside her.

She envisioned a nubile young virgin strapped to the sacrificial top, naked for everyone to see. Something about this image sent chills through her and it was shudders of excitement, not dread. In her dreams she was the naked virginal sacrifice, and the ghostly teasing and caresses fueled her sexual dreams. She actually felt her womanly folds becoming wetter with excitement as this vision controlled her thoughts.

In her mind's eye she saw a priest standing by the altar with his phallus splitting her womanly lips, and she was the willing sacrifice. In her visions she was impaled on the sacrificial altar. She could almost feel herself being sacrificed as her womanly lips were stretched tightly around the cold, ghostly fingers as it invaded her body.

Her dreams felt real, as she was bound tightly to the sacrificial altar impaled on the priest's massive cock. The thought of being the sacrifice had her thrilled, excited and aroused. She knew she should be fearful, but she wasn't, she was electrified and truly craved being the sacrifice. Izzy ached to be strapped to the table, forced to do things she would never normally do. She hungered to have that ghostly phallus sliding between her thighs, stretching and filling her with ghostly delight and passion.

Dominic's ghost could do anything he wanted to her, and she was powerless to stop him. She was his plaything, his sacrifice and whatever was going to happen she felt sexy knowing there was nothing she could do against his desire. Her knees trembled at the thought, with the anticipation and yearning more potent than anything she had ever experienced.

Izzy felt ghostly hands caressing her body, sending blistering desire coursing through her enraptured form. His hands cupped her breasts pinching her inflamed nipples with her back arching away from the altar pushing her aching and desperate breasts into his ghostly hands. His thumb and forefinger surrounded her nipples, tugging, pulling and squeezing sending exquisite bolts of passionate fire surging through her writhing form. She threw her head back belting out moans of needy desire echoing through the chamber. The harder he twisted her tortured nipples, the more her body forgot about everything except quenching the fire inside her.

Izzy's whole body tingled as though she had been plugged into an electrical socket. It was too much and whatever this was, she wanted to give in and let these feelings have their way with her. She was stretched across the altar with her legs bound to the altar, spread wide and leaving her womanly cleft open and available to her ghostly lover. With her arms bound above her head she was stretched tightly, tummy shrunken, breasts lifted to the ceiling with nipples pleading and leaving her sensuous body beautifully displayed

She lay back across the altar and saw the ghostly apparition watching her. He hovered over her, around her and beside her with his hands caressing her bound form. Izzy felt apprehensive but also anticipatory excitement and her breathing came in gasping gulps that made her breasts wobble enticingly. The warrior ghost gave into the lure of her nipples with his fingers and lips.

Izzy arched her back, pressing her flaming, engorged nipples into the cold sucking and pinching of her ghostly lover. His cold large ghostly hand settled on her breast, and they were perfectly filled with her soft, firm succulent breast with her tight thrusting nipple digging into his palm. Dominic closed his hand circling her breast and then with his thumb and forefinger began to twist and pull her nipple sending bursts of desire throughout her body.

Izzy bowed her back trying to push more of her breast into his grasping hands and threw her head back in a passionate moan. This exposed her delicate neck to Dominic's voracious desire, and he began to kiss and nibble down the sensitive skin of her neck. He could feel her hammering pulse beating just below the skin and felt her warm blood and life force rushing through her veins just below his cold, ghostly sucking lips. As he continued to lick, suck and nibble on her sensitive neck she gave a shuttering moan and surrendered.

From her lips to her neck and her thrusting nipples her whole body was on fire. Izzy was having a hard time catching her breath as everything Dominic's ghostly form did to her, forced her body to explode with new sensations. Just as she thought it couldn't get any worse Dominic's mouth joined his fingers on her nipples, and she arched her back even further. She quivered as her pussy pulsed with every tug, suck and nibble on her incredibly sensitive, turgid and over stimulated nipples. It was like her nipples and pussy were connected; she was finding it hard to breathe with every new sensation sending shutters through body.

Once again Izzy had trouble catching her breathe and her whole body shook as she felt Dominic's thick finger push deeper inside her next to the phallus. Izzy let out a raspy moan telling the ghostly figure that she loved everything that he was doing to her. "Oh my God... Oh Oh."

As Dominic's cold lips and mouth continued to move back and forth between her nipples nibbling, tugging and scraping her nipples against his teeth, while his finger was slowly sliding in and out of her pussy. He would occasionally slide to the top of her pussy and caress her clit before dipping back between her swollen pussy lips. Izzy felt sensations climbing higher, higher, and completely on their own her hips were lifting off the altar reaching for more. Dominic slid a second finger into her incredibly tight pussy and the stretch of her quim made her hips jump to a new level with the sensations.

With two of Dominic's large fingers buried in her pussy alongside the dildo, Izzy was stretched wide and it felt so wickedly delicious. She wanted him to conquer her and make her feel the passion he could unleash on her. He had already pushed her pass anything she had ever felt before and now her pussy was stretched, full of a ghostly apparition. More than anything Izzy wanted to be released, or stuffed, or away, or stretched and now the Mayan ghost was fulfilling her confused desire. He was giving her pussy the most wonderful stretching workout and her whole body was shaking. The desire he was building in her pussy was beyond anything she ever felt, and she let him know it.

"Oh God... More Oh God More... Take Me... Stretch Me... Fill Me... Make me Yours."

Izzy felt the build increasing like she was going to explode, and she was finding it harder and harder to breathe. Her hips were reaching higher, lifting further off the altar trying to get more of the ghostly fingers inside her and more of the thick phallus. With two of Dominic's fingers firmly embedded in her pussy he used his thumb to start caressing her clit and that was all it took. Izzy's whole body bucked, arched off the altar and froze in a muscle clenching, body consuming orgasm. For a few seconds Izzy couldn't breathe as her whole existence revolved around the sensation centered in her pussy. She lost the ability to see as fireworks were exploding behind her eyes and the euphoria she felt was unlike anything before this night.

Izzy's breath came back in a shuttering gasp, but her orgasm wasn't over yet. Dominic's ghost rapidly flicked her clit with his thumb as he rammed his fingers back deep inside Izzy's spasming cunt and orgasm blazed anew. Her body clinched again as she screamed her ecstasy for everyone and no one to hear.

"AGAIN... OH MY, OH MY GOD... AAGGAAIIN... OH GOD."

Dominic's ghost continued to believe how passionate and responsive Izzy was. He had been lucky when she walked into the chamber and now, he was just getting started and with her having already climaxed twice. In his mind, he knew that this was the woman to give him an orgasm and release him from the millennium of torture. He needed to build her into a frenzy so her flaming desire could pour into him and release him from his torturous spell.

As he kissed his way down her flat, muscled, quivering and convulsing belly, he paused to pay homage to her very sexy navel before his lips joined his fingers making love to the core of her sexuality.

Dominic's ghost licked her clit, watching her quivering response, he smiled as he settled between her legs and began to take this breathtakingly beautiful woman to new heights of ecstasy. He pulled one of his fingers out of her to give room for his tongue, pulled her hips to give her more of the phallus. With his first taste of her nectar, he was addicted and he began to lick, suck and feast on her succulent nectar. Her body went wild with shakes, shutters and seizures and it was a good thing she was bound to the altar so he could continue his feast.

In Izzy's entire life nothing prepared her for wild and uncontrollable ecstasy, buffeting her mind and body. The ghostly lover knew how to send her into apocalyptic climaxes but also tease her and keep the orgasms buffeting her enraptured form.

After Dominic's ghost brought her to her first orgasm, she lost the ability for rational thought and all she could do was feel. Her body had no experience on how to cope with these feelings and her formerly graceful body was out of control with spastic responses to the rapture stampeding through her sexual core. Dominic was loving her reactions but needed more and moved to suck her clit into his mouth, then caress and work it with his tongue. As he took her clit, Izzy exploded into her strongest orgasm yet with all her pussy, stomach and legs seizing in convulsive bliss. Her rapture tried to pull her whole body into a fetal ball, but her bonds held her tight, and her muscles knotted exuberantly. The cords on her arms and legs popped against her skin, while her belly tangled in a knotty six-pack. Her breath came out in an explosive stuttering scream.

"OH GOD... OH GOD... OH FUUCCKK."

With her whole-body cramping and seizing in orgasmic bliss, Dominic's ghost knew it was time to move to the next step. His ghost gave her succulent pussy a final kiss before reluctantly pulling back from her delicious juices.

She began struggling again and unsuccessfully tried to escape Dominic's ghostly clutches, she fought her bonds attached to the altar. But soon came to realize that a quick death or even torture was not Dominic's goal, As she opened her eyes the ghost returned and slowly, almost seductively, began caressing anew her sensitized skin searching for areas that could provide the most erotic delight. She whimpered, moaned and squirmed as her body began to respond again to Dominic's merciless rapture.

The swarm of fingers and lips took its time turning her panic into arousal. The ghostly silky caresses slowly stroked the hills and valleys of her skin searching for areas that would illicit a gasp, whimper or moan of pleasure.

It didn't take long before Izzy was writhing again, all thoughts of escape had been rendered moot by such deliberate seduction. It was too dark to make out the minute details of the Dominic's ghostly form, though he had absolutely no trouble in tantalizing the minute details of her own body. He seemed to read her every desire as if each one of her movements were its very own script. Tiny caresses snaked across her body, using fingers and lips to tease and gauge her reactions.

Her mind's eye could not keep up with the ways he explored between her thighs. The ghostly Dominic seemed to know just how to cause her body to betray her; it had much experience in making one lose themselves to the desires of the flesh. So many touches caressed the lips of her sex while others sought out the delicate jewel nestled within, slowly circling until her clitoris was pulsating with arousal.

With each teasing touch, the ghostly apparition felt every micro muscular reaction and began to learn how Izzy reacted to each second of teasing contacts. While Izzy tried fruitlessly to escape the clutch of her captor, deep down she wondered how much this ghost was tapping into her most intimate desires. If only she knew what was to come, perhaps she'd have tried so much harder to run and fight. She still was not sure why it was treating her to such a whirlwind of pleasure, seducing her body like the most attentive of lovers.

However, the Mayan ghost would not give her the respite of caressing that sensitive clitoris the way she needed. For so long he had toyed with that little morsel, causing her hips to sway in a desperate bid to communicate that he had won her over. Instead, those little caresses continued to caress her folds like cruel fingertips, taking joy from every muscular twitch of anticipation. The tongue at her clitoris slid and prodded tenderly like one hundred tongues all playing with their meal. As time went on though, and as it continued to arouse her pushing towards her climax, she'd soon understand that Dominic's ghost needed a climax to release him from the spell.

The erotic thunderstorm inside her raged until all other thoughts were pushed aside. The storm inside her continued to build until it was a tornado, twisting her body and wringing every last drop of ecstasy from her loins. It was pleasure beyond anything she could imagine, and it kept building until it was pure agony. For a few moments she wondered how pleasure could turn into misery, but then her mind lost all cognitive abilities.

The more it went on, the more Dominic's ghost learned about her, and how to keep her teetering on the edge. Suddenly the altar's phallus receded and Dominic replaced it with his ghostly cock with little strokes of his phallus against her soft, wet petals, just pushing to that twitching opening. Always enough to make her hope for more though still it would not offer relief, keeping her pussy constantly dripping without any sign of penetration.

Each time the tip of his large appendage pressed into her; Izzy felt soft little vibrations moving autonomously towards her clitoris. It wreaked havoc on her imagining what that would feel like if only it slid inside her needy pussy, to be fucked while having the vibrations stroke right against the most sensitive parts within her. Izzy vaguely remembered feeling this once before, but she couldn't think, only feel. She imagined the vibrations stroking her G-Spot and clit at the same time and she tried arching her hips into the torturous appendage to help her achieve her vaunted climax.

She knew he could give her wonderous orgasms, but she was denied that bliss, because he needed to have her excited enough to forcefully pull the orgasm from him. She felt as if she were going to die of unrealized pleasure, with her bliss just over the horizon.

At one point the cock against her pussy started to vibrate, forcing her to feel every ridge and groove that squirmed against her sensitive sexual core. She begged and pleaded like her life depended on it - all to no response. Dominic simply kept the wondrous tip just far enough away to let her feel it press her pussy lips apart every time she gyrated her hips against it. Feeling the little cock just at her opening, swaying a little as if trying to slip a little further into her pussy, was truly maddening. Dominic wanted her to know that her efforts to fight against him were hopeless and she would become his marionette as he dictated to her every movement.

She was supposed to remember something and yet, she wanted the cock inside her more than anything else in the entire world. Izzy opened her mouth and closed it a few times, like a fish gasping for breath outside of its tank. Her mind went completely numb once more as the ghostly appendages devoured her sumptuous flesh hungrily. Sparks ignited inside her, and a storm built to dangerous levels in her core. She was so close to reaching the precipice that he had her standing on. She wanted to go over... no she needed to.

Even just the slight teasing motions around her clitoris, the occasional hum of pleasure to her pussy, was enough to bring her flying towards the pinnacle. Adding the suction from his lips to her nipples flung her right to the edge. He drew her nipple up and lavished that stiff peak with numerous tongue-lashing sensations, all in a bid to make sure she never lost focus of what he could do to such a small part of her body. Every time she got close, however, he kept her on the brink for as long as she could possibly take.

She knew full well that her pleas had no effect, yet when the finger peeled back her clitoral hood to let another finger brush over the tip, she still screamed out every promise and plea her mind could muster, just to feel the fingers clamp down on her clit. It was the most diabolical of tortures to push her closer and closer to blistering edge of her orgasm yet never letting her have it. Teetering on the edge of an orgasm for what seemed like hours, was a torture she had never even thought of. Her body betrayed her, her pussy became the focus of her whole world, and her brain could no longer process the unending pleasure.

Finally, the very thing that Izzy had been craving for. Dominic pressed the bulbous head of his cold, thick, engorged cock firmly against the Izzy's pussy. The lips of her sex spread around the head of his cock, stretching wonderfully and almost painfully as he slowly pierced her womanly cleft. Her moans, cries of pain, whimpers of pure pleasure, echoed around the chamber. It was music to Dominic's ears and now he can begin in earnest.

It was beyond anything she had ever felt, because she felt an energy consuming her. She felt like the ghost had some kind of power washing over her. Her whole body vibrated, resonating with power that centered in her desperately craving womb. The ghost felt like a living thing swarming over her, taking possession of her and circling her with its carnal energy.

Her mind forgot she was lying on an altar. Her every thought was consumed with the craving for him to take her and thrust into her soft yielding sweetness. Her passion had come to life like a flower unfolding, blossoming into a dazzling magnificent spectacle. The energy centered with his cock inside her rubbing her G-Spot creating sensations beyond her sexual experiences. In addition, she felt vibrations on her clit from fingers and cock and as they combined, she felt an erotic tension that threatened her sanity. Her body felt like an erotic bowstring being pulled back with an arrow notched and ready to let fly. As the erotic bowstring was stretched, the tension in her increased and she arched her back in erotic torment. She found it harder and harder to breathe as the tension grew, anticipating the point where her body would be set free.

Her whole body was on fire in a way that she never imagined, and the carnal heat was merciless in its honesty and validity. She was spread open, vulnerable, with no parts remaining unseen or undiscovered. She imagined her Dominic hovering over her, threatening to taunt, taste, kiss, caress, bite or fuck her anyway he wanted. In her lust fogged mind, she was his possession, his captive and she was his willing prisoner, being ravished ruthlessly.

The anticipation, then deep pounding thrusts and finally blissful tension were excruciatingly intoxicating, with her mind being consumed by the fiery expectation. Izzy's body arched backwards over the altar emulating the stressed bow she had become. Her body was locked in an erotic arch with the ghostly cock pressed perfectly against her G-Spot and clit, driving her wild with ruthless rapture. Her ghostly lover added his fingers to her clit with caresses and pinches and then the fingers began to vibrate.

Izzy's eyes popped wide, and her mouth hung open as the erotic power inside her catapulted to a whole new level. She twisted and squirmed as the energy inside her grew to incomprehensible levels. Her arms and legs strained against her bonds as she fought to keep her sanity in face of the unrelenting lustful onslaught.

There was another part of her mind that glorified her sexual bondage. She had always wanted to be taken and forced into carnal bliss. Now it was happening. She was the ghost's prisoner as it worked its sexual magic on her body. The helpless feeling only intensified the wanton heat rushing through her loins. She was powerless before the ghost lover's lewd and lustful control. She craved and needed more. Her body responded in ways she never imagined. The heat in her womb pushed away all doubts. She eagerly gave into her animal needs and carnal desires.

Her hips had a mind of their own as they began small thrusts pushing her lover's cock even deeper into her love starved pussy. She couldn't move, she couldn't breathe, and her mind was lost in the sensual overload. Fear and panic set in as the unrelenting wanton power continued to build. She knew if it continued, she would explode and then suddenly the powerful lustful arrow was released. All the tension, pleasurable anticipation and expectations were all released in one singular cataclysmic moment.

Izzy felt her mind burst into thousands of colorful fireworks at the same time her body cramped in rigid exultation. She finally understood why an orgasm was called a little death. Her mind seemed to leave her body and all rational thought abandoned her. The extraordinary, unparalleled pleasure took over her mind and body leaving her floating in a lustful fog. She screamed at her frenzied elation until she was left euphorically breathless.

Izzy's passionate scream echoed throughout the chamber and although she couldn't see it, the warrior ghost was smiling at her bliss. Izzy's heartbeat wildly in her chest frantically pumping blood to all her euphorically stressed body. Her skin flushed red as the heat from her orgasm rippled through her body, but everything centered in the furnace between her legs. Cramping knots in her belly and womb forced her womanly nectar to drench the ghostly cock inside her. Her passionate contractions forced her sexual honey out of her body with it collected in the altar below. The cock, it seemed, fed off of her womanly juices and the vibrations inside her only got stronger.

Izzy had never felt anything like the fiery tsunami that took control of her body. As she was finally able to breathe again and her mind floated back to her, she felt the fingers' vibrating on her clit and the cock reaching deep inside her boosting her towards another explosive climax. Fear started building inside her as wild pleasure began to build deep inside her towards a crescendo. She felt out of control, as the intense pleasure ripped her minds power from her. The scientist inside her vanished and she was now a passionate, needy and erotic woman.

The carnal passion controlled her, and her body only seemed to want more. Never in her entire life had she experienced the unbelievable carnal pleasure that had just devastated her mind and body. She was afraid that she was losing herself, but she didn't have a choice, the bliss was too intoxicating. She was terrified that she couldn't stop, but she wanted more! Oh God she wanted more! Now it was starting again, building towards an even more destructive orgasm. The first climax had been devastating and now an even more powerful orgasm threatened her very sanity.

In a panic she fought against her bonds trying to get away from the altar and her ghostly lover, but her arms and legs were trapped in the manacles, and she couldn't move. The more she fought the excruciating bliss the more it grew until it was her entire world. As she explosively shattered again, more of her nectar bathed the ghostly cock and poured onto the altar, once again feeding the cold, ruthless, ghostly rapture inside her.

Izzy's mind was trapped somewhere between blissful euphoria and terrified fear. She was trapped by the ghost that seemed intent on extracting every bit of passion inside her. His cock, mouth and fingers kept throbbing, vibrating and pulsing inside her and she couldn't stop her body from responding. The fact that she couldn't control her body had her terribly frightened, but only in her lucid moments.

The ecstasy roared through her like a series of runaway trains. In between each devastating orgasm she had only a couple of moments of coherent thought and that's when the panic came. However, the time between climaxes became shorter with the merciless rapture edging out any thought, pushing away her panic. Izzy finally gave in to the unending euphoria and she delighted in the new paradise she had found.

The paradise continued unabated as Izzy felt herself drifting on an erogenous sea. The sensual feelings pushed all of her fears and doubts into the dark corners of her mind. She felt sensual, sexy, but oddly separated from her body. She could feel her body alive with passion, but it was like she was watching someone else. It was then that she felt the ghostly presence pushing her further out into a passionate sea.

Her mind snapped back celebrating in the long-awaited orgasmic bliss that hit with the force of a rapturous hurricane. Her back arched, belly knotted, legs trembled, and blissful screams echoed through the chamber as the long-awaited bliss exploded inside her. Her mind saw colorful fireworks as the buildup of an endorphin-serotonin cocktail was suddenly released. Izzy felt as if she was soaring into outer space and her body fought against her bonds as it tried to curl into a fetal position and protect her devasted sexual core. As her massive orgasm began to abate with her mind still battling her endorphins, her mind cleared slightly.

She remembered the cycle before when Dominic had heaped orgasm after orgasm on her. Now they have begun again. A tsunami of climaxes washed away all rational thought and once again she drifted into subspace. Izzy's mind was ravaged by the unrelenting rapture, but her mind began to retreat, leaving the parts of her brain devastated by the endless rapture and bliss. Her body was on automatic, reacting with wild gyrations, orgasmic quivers and intoxicating euphoria with each loving caress of the fingers, lips and cock.

Something changed and Dominic's ghosts' thrust began to stutter with a different rhythm and he seemed more desperate with each thrust. His ghostly cock swelled inside her and she knew that his long-awaited orgasm was coming. Izzy felt a thrill rush through her when she realized that he was on the verge of breaking the spell that had forced his cock to be engorged for a millennium. Another orgasm rippled inside her and as her pussy muscles undulated down his cock, caressing him, she felt him freeze in orgasmic bliss.

Then with a roar that echoed through the chamber, Dominic's orgasm exploded and years of waiting for release vaporized. In the midst of her unending orgasms, Izzy felt an unknown power wash through her body. It was cold, heartless and yet thankful. At the end she was left empty as the bliss inside her began to dissolve. Her body still vibrated with the euphoric onslaught and her mind began to return.

Dominic came back on stage and released Izzy from her bonds, picked her up and held her in his arms as the auditorium roared its approval for Izzy's show. After several more bows Izzy and Dominic left the stage and the auctioneer began again.