The worst part was not the agony, but the lack of it. Her body was reacting to his touch, his fingers slick with her building arousal. Her mind knew and feared what would come next, but her body was beginning to crave it, these simple touches just appetizers to inflame her sexual hunger. Finally, he pulled his fingers free and licked them clean. “My original plan didn’t include a victim, and I need to keep this coin raised to hold them back, but I suppose it would be rude of me to ravish you with the handicap of one of my hands occupied.” She looked through her tears, seeing him retrieve the silver knife. But rather than bringing it towards her, he raised it to his own face. She began to scream, praying that this was just a bad dream, for the sight before her was cutting through her soul the way the knife had cut through her flesh. Without losing his smile, he dug the tip of the blade under his right eyeball. It was an effortless movement, the man prying his eye right of its socket and severing the nerve. She could see him shivering, his body surely reacting to the wound he had just inflicted, but his soft laughter told her that any pain he felt was nothing short of euphoric. He cast the eyeball aside, and in its place, he wedged the coin into the socket, the mirror side facing out. Her looked down on her and she could see her indian own tear-streaked face reflected in the glass. “There, now my hands are free and I can Bhabhi keep one eye on you and one eye on them—a figure of speech, of course.” “You’re insane,” she hissed. “On the contrary. Those who live in fear, those who break in the face of pain, they are the insane, as their minds are too weak to understand true control, true willpower. The gods bow to the power of fate, but fate bends to the will of man, and by my will, all of creation will be eclipsed. Besides, the loss of an eye is nothing compared to what I will soon gain.” He then removed his clothes, and seeing him in the nude, the woman gasped. He was even more muscular than she first thought, chiseled, even, but from head to toe, he was covered in scars, burns, and permanent bruises. He climbed onto the altar, kneeling between her spread legs. The moonlight shined on his back, while she was kept in his shadow. He brushed his thumb outdoor along one of her cuts and then across her lips, reddening them with her blood like lipstick. “Tell me, do you feel alive? Do you feel the power of your soul surging through you, the warmth of your blood permeating every cell? Do you feel the hardness of the stone, the bite of the rusty chains, the chill of the night air lapping at your skin? Savor those sensations, the bliss and the party pain, for they are couple more precious than you realize.” He then forced himself inside her, offering her no warning or mercy. She cried out from the brutal penetration, feeling like his manhood was poisoning her. The sanctum of her body had been violated, her will and freedom ripped away. Hours ago, she had hoped, desired, to feel his cock subjugate her, for him to take her as he would, but that was back when she just thought he was an interesting man. Now she couldn’t tell who the true monster was; the undead abominations circling around them, or the man with a soul blacker than she ever thought possible. Once the man entered her, the demons around them gave shrieks that chilled her blood and gripped her heart, shrieks not meant for mortal ears. The arrogance of this human, it enraged them beyond measure, to fornicate before the incarnations of death and upon the bones of their broken vessels. They wished to strike, to extinguish the spark of sex life within him and teach him the meaning of despair, but a single glance into the mirror of that coin would mean banishment to Purgatory. The man wasted no time in initiating a rhythm, thrusting into her with machine-like movements. To be who she truly was. Again, I wasn’t sure how old she was but figured they were probably much younger than me, but I found myself looking back their way before leaving the park. She smiled at its size, before taking it in one hand. Not that there was a complaint to have. Just like they did with Becky and Tim. As my vision returned in that dream, I saw the party result of my self-pleasure. Would that be better than catching my sister going down on our mother, he wondered? We made eye contact and she pointed to my brother who was on his knees sucking the older mans big hard cock while he stroked two of the younger men. You’re a mess.” “AAAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAHHHHHHHHH” she screamed when that powerful tongue cleaved its way through her slit. Five minutes later Susanna showed up at outdoor her door with two men in tow. The cum shot out going warm deep indian and sticky into her ass. I started getting less spontaneous Bhabhi about screwing my sister, I mean I took more time to admire her while she watched me. My eyes roamed from her face down her neck couple over her quivering tits then along the sex length of her flat, taut stomach. "Dad and I fixed the cabin up enough to be useful as a family hunting lodge. “You, too” Yudif smiled as she unhooked the fastening of her brassiere and held it out to her. Muscles freshly cleansed after an intense game, water still dripping off his exposed chest and rounding under the curve of his swollen pectorals.