1. Underworld: run me through 2


    Date: 3/11/2016, Categories: BDSM, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: lady-jen, Rating: 50, Source: xHamster

    Just before he’d cruelly run me through with that sword Nergal had mentioned something about days of unimagined sexual pleasure but even in my wildest dreams I’d never imagined anything quite as overwhelming as this. My body was his to do with as he pleased and he took me in ways I’d never imagined possible, and it wasn’t until late in the afternoon that Nergal finally relented, I guess even an ancient God can have stamina issues. Afterward, as I laid there in the warm sun, basking in the orgasmic afterglow of the most impossibly erotic day of my life, I suddenly felt Nergal’s eyes upon me. My eyes met his and once again I found myself utterly captivated by the darkly erotic mix of lust and sadistic cruelty staring back at me. It was then that I once again heard in my mind, “Once my beautiful and insatiable slave, you were mortal but no more. You are now and until the end of time, a willing pleasure slave in eternal service to my Mistress, the death goddess Lady Jenova. As such, you will remain young and beautiful for all eternity, your days filled with endless erotic pleasures beyond imagination, but the gifts bestowed upon you by Lady Jenova come at a fiendishly diabolical cost. Every evening at sunset you will once again find yourself trapped within the darkest depths of Underworld’s dungeon torture chambers, there to endure a slow and painfully agonizingly death.” I could feel my pulse quicken in terror as he paused, the look of lust fading from his eyes until nothing ...
    but the cruelty remained. Smiling darkly he casually added, “And if I’m not mistaken, the sun’s about to set, welcome to the Underworld’s endless cycle of pleasure and pain.” But by then I could already feel myself once again falling into darkness. I awoke to once more find myself within the darkest depths of the Underworld’s dungeon torture chambers, the flickering flames of the fire providing just enough light to make out the ominous shapes of torture instruments arrayed along the chamber’s ancient stone walls. I was still struggling to find enough courage to take a closer look at those diabolical devices when I heard the distinctively familiar sound of stiletto heels approaching from the darkness. I felt a sudden chill, almost as if the chamber’s temperature had suddenly dropped, as I watched the woman I instinctively knew to be Lady Jenova, the goddess of death. She was unimaginably beautiful and yet somehow terrifying beyond description. As she drew closer she smiled at my obvious fear, her eyes glowed like the fires of hell and I smelled the faint hint of brimstone in the air, she was Lady Jenova, death incarnate. I could feel her eyes upon as she slowly walked around inspecting me, and then, like with Nergal, I heard her voice inside my head, “I hope you enjoyed spending your first day here in the Underworld being pleasured by my servant Nergal. I do like him dearly but still I find his tastes for amusement down here in the dungeon torture chambers a bit to direct for my ...
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