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A World Away - 3
by this guy (thisguy.1066@gmail.com)
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Still tied up, the male high school student is given to
a leather clad temple priestess... (Fdom/m-teen, sci-fi,
time travel, bd)
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THE FOREST TEMPLE OF THE SLOPED SPRING
After what felt like two hours of walking down the slope
of the hill we came to a line of rocks (each about the
size of a basketball) on the ground. Mre-vha turned us
left, and began leading me along the line of rocks.
Another half-hour's walk had us standing in front of a
strange structure built into the side of the hill. The
bottom portion, about seven or eight feet tall, was most
definitely solid: made of boulders (the smallest nearly
the size of a motor-scooter, the biggest about the size
of a small car).
Above that was an extremely rustic, very open (gazebo
like) structure of wood (small tree-trunks and branches:
none of them appeared to be more than six inches in
diameter), crowned by an extremely steep wood roof.
Walking around to the high side of this unusual
structure, we ascended a set of eight steep stone steps.
After making a 90-degree right turn at the top of the
steps we stepped under the roof of the rustic gazebo-
like structure. Directly in front of us was a stone
slab. Mre-vha took the rabbit bones from the sock and
placed them on the stone slab, then turned to me. Having
no idea what was going on: I just stood there. She
smacked me on the arm.
I shrugged my shoulders as if to ask, "what?" Rolling
her eyes, she took my hands (still tied together at the
wrists) and forcefully shoved them against the piece of
fur that was tucked into the waistband of my boxers. I
removed the fur and placed it on the stone slab next to
the bones...all the while looking at Mre-vha. The little
smile that appeared on her face told me I was doing the
right thing.
When I looked away from Mre-vha I realized we were not
alone. Standing opposite us, on the other side of the
stone slab, was another woman. Looking to be a few years
older than Mre-vha, she could have been a runway model:
quite slender; her arms and legs were stick-like, I
doubt her breasts were any more than an A-cup, if that.
Her straight very dark-brown hair was pulled back in a
strikingly simple pony-tail, her skin was somewhat paler
than Mre-vha's, but she had similarly strong facial
features.
Like Mre-vha, her clothing: an almost conventional mini-
skirt and a long vest (both in black leather) with a
series of bones for buttons down the front didn't scream
"out for a day in the woods." But that was not all that
she was wearing, wrapped tightly around her neck was a
simple black leather dog-collar-like necklace studded
with what looked like animal teeth.
She placed one hand on the bones and the other on the
fur before making an indecipherable guttural moaning
sound. Closing her eyes she tilted her head back, as she
pulled the fur and the bones across the stone slab
towards her...then off the edge of the stone slab. Out
of the corner of my eye I noticed that Mre-vha had bowed
her head. After fifteen seconds of silence, the woman in
black leather spoke, "Ga-rom." She motioned towards me,
"Ga-rom."
Mre-vha smacked me on the arm with the back of her hand
and began pushing me against the stone slab while
pulling my arms upward. Assuming they wanted me to get
on the slab I did my best to climb up onto it: not the
easiest task considering my wrists were still tied
together.
Once I was on the stone slab Mre-vha pointed to me then
down at the stone slab in the same way she had told me
to sit down in the forest the night before; so I sat.
Mere seconds after my butt touched the stone slab there
was a hand on each of my shoulders: the two beautiful
women were forcing me to lay down on my back.
The moment my shoulders met the cold stone of the slab I
was laying on I realized where I was: in a temple,
laying on an alter! Not more than a second after having
that realization I shuddered: fearful that I was about
to be SACRIFICED.
Nervously, I turned my head towards the woman wearing
black leather, pointed at myself with the thumbs of both
hands (which were still tied together at the wrists) and
broke the silence, "John," I pointed at myself again,
"John."
"John," she said, pointing at me. I nodded eagerly;
hoping that she'd be less likely to sacrifice me if she
knew my name.
From behind me I heard Mre-vha speak, "Mav uunk tra-qi
paz ruc."
The temple priestess gave me a little smile before
pointing at herself and saying, "Krum-veh."
I pointed at her and repeated, "Krum-veh." She nodded.
As I breathed a small sigh of relief, Krum-veh spoke
across me to Mre-vha, "Gaz hok ra. Pizz-ee sche proa ri-
bou-yef." Just as I turned towards Mre-vha, she did an
about-face and began walking away. At that moment my
heart sank in my chest as I was gripped with the fear
the she was leaving me there at temple to be sacrificed.
Mre-vha couldn't have made it three steps down the stone
staircase when I felt a hand firmly grip my crotch. I
quickly turned my head back towards Krum-veh. There was
a definite sparkle in her dark brown eyes as she pulled
my inflating cock out, through the fly of my boxers. She
began gently rolling my balls around with the fingers of
her left hand as she repeatedly squeezed my inflating
cock with her right hand.
Once my seventeen-year-old cock was fully inflated, I
could feel it begin to throb in Krum-veh's hand. She
gave me a look that seemed to ask if I was ready; I
began nodding eagerly. She let go of my manly parts and
climbed up onto the stone slab/alter.
When Krum-veh stood-up on the slab, I was surprised to
see she was bare-foot. Without saying a word, she turned
and swung her left foot over my body; planting it firmly
on the slab next to my right thigh. She pulled the
bottom of her black leather mini-skirt up revealing her
bare, hairless pussy; and proceeded to squat down over
my pubic region.
Less than a second later I felt the soft, warm (and
amazingly already moist) skin of her pussy against the
tip of my rigid cock. At that moment it hit me: I was
about to have sex with a woman in her twenties! "Oh man;
my friends are gonna be so jealous when I tell them..."
I began thinking.
Krum-veh continued lowering herself down until my entire
cock was inside her warm wet pussy and she was sitting
on my balls. She closed her eyes tightly and began
bouncing up-and-down. I simply laid there on the stone
slab, letting her use me as a living fuck-toy. Looking
up at her face I couldn't help but try to guess her age,
"Twenty-two... twenty-three?"
A few seconds after Krum-veh closed her eyes, her lips
parted as she began breathing more heavily. After a few
more seconds passed, the walls of her pussy seemed to be
getting slightly warmer around my cock... Then, in
singular movement; she threw her head back, her body
tensed, the walls of her pussy began rippling around my
cock, and my crotch was flooded with wetness. It was
truly amazing: in that moment every part of her body
seemed to freeze, except the walls of her pussy.
It couldn't have been more than five seconds before my
boxers were soaked through and through with the warm
liquid that was, quite literally, flowing from Krum-
veh's pussy. As I began to feel the wetness wicking up
the back of my t-shirt, my butt-cheeks tightened under
me: I was about to have an orgasm. I took a breath and
allowed nature to take its course: my hairy teenage
balls drew up under my cock.
A fraction of a second later the cum began surging up
the little tube on the underside of my cock. I took a
deep breath, exhaling as the first tablespoon-sized
spurt of my hot, thick, sticky, creamy-white, sperm-
laden, teenage cum spewed out of the little hole on the
tip of my cock... spraying deep inside Krum-veh's pussy.
Little more than a second later a second spurt followed
the first, followed by a third, and a fourth.
I was breathing heavily, practically panting, as the
sixth (and final) spurt of cum oozed out of the little
hole on the end of my cock into her warm, incredibly wet
hole. Astonishingly Krum-veh's orgasm continued as I
laid under her. My cock may have been inside her warm
wet hole, but after the three orgasms I had had with
Mre-vha over the past ten hours... I guess you could say
I was sexed-out: a humbling experience for a seventeen-
year-old guy.
As my member began to wilt I started counting. It wasn't
until I reached "forty" that Krum-veh's orgasm began to
slowly die-down. When her eyes opened, a full twenty
seconds later, her entire body was glistening with a
thin sheen of sweat. Not only was she breathing heavily
through her open mouth, but she was making the oddest
sound... it almost resembled a little-girl's giddy
giggle of joy.
As Krum-veh caught her breath a full five minutes later,
the giggling sound stopped. Despite the fact that her
eyes appeared to be both out-of-focus and looking in
different directions; she practically rolled her body
off of me. She effortlessly hopped down off the stone
slab/alter, before motioning for me to join her.
I took a deep breath before sitting-up. After exhaling,
I swung my legs to the side and hopped off the stone
slab/alter. When my feet hit the stone floor of the
temple I finally realized where Krum-veh had come from:
there was a narrow staircase that "fell" down through
the floor behind the stone slab / alter. Once I was
fully standing on the stone floor of the temple, Krum-
veh pointed at me then towards the opening in the floor.
I didn't move. Tilting my head back I took another deep
breath as if reveling in the wonderful orgasm I had just
had. Taking the second or two the deep breath had given
me to weigh my options. My wrists were still tied
together and my dick and balls were hanging out the fly
of my boxer short: limiting my possibilities somewhat.
For one thing, I could simply turn and run: Krum-veh was
bare-foot and I was wearing hiking boots; all the hard
things that litter a forest floor would help to give me
a pretty good chance of out running her... Alternately
Krum-veh was quite slender... slender enough that I was
fairly sure that if I slammed my body into her, I'd have
a pretty good chance of sending her over the side of the
temple: improving my chances of a getaway...
Of course there was always the possibility of head-
butting her in hopes of knocking her out. There were two
little problems with all of these "escape" plans:
firstly I had no idea where I was; secondly Mre-vha was
somewhere out there in the woods. Between that big knife
she was carrying and what she'd done to the rabbit,
well, trying to run away seemed more like a form of
attempted suicide.
Ultimately I decided that trying to get away would be
the equivalent of signing my own death warrant. Krum-veh
began pushing me towards the opening in the floor:
wanting to live, I let her.
A few seconds later she was pushing me down the very
narrow (barely more than eighteen inches wide) and
surprisingly steep stone staircase. Descending the
narrow and steep stairs into the darkness below the
floor of the temple was terrifying.
Not only did I have no idea what awaited me at the
bottom of the stairs, but for the darkness I couldn't
actually see the steps below my feet; and, to cap it all
off, my arms were still tied together at the wrists!
To be continued?
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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