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The following Monday I awoke to fresh scrambled eggs, French toast, and orange juice in the kitchen. I was half-way through eating when the phone rang in the kitchen and I put it on speaker. “Hello, Domina,” I said trying to woof down my breakfast. Since I’ve been here, I’ve been so busy sexually that food has come in spurts – just like my men. See what I did there? I’d been eating in ‘noshes’ as the Jewish people say, and with no one here but me, I was taking the chance to fuel up. I didn’t know how hungry I was until I started eating. “Hello, whore. I wanted to call to let you know that it worked – I’m pregnant with Mark’s child. He’s drawing up vicious divorce papers for you but I’m not done with you by a long shot. Your trip to Chicago is about painting you as a cock addicted whore that can’t control herself on a business trip. I’m working another angle for you, so I need you to get to the parking garage. A limo is waiting to take you someplace. As always, go naked.”After I finished breakfast, it was a long ride in the limo, during which I had an orgasm in the back seat with my vibrating buddy keeping my engine revved. I was taken to an abandoned church. It was obvious from the boarded-up windows, overgrown weeds, broken stained glass windows, and black mold on the gray bricks this place hadn’t been used in about a century. With heavy black rain clouds moving in, I ran nude up to the front door – only to find it chained. I ran quickly around back before the rain started to almanbahis şikayet pour and found a door left unlocked for me. I wandered around for about half an hour, just taking it all in. I went into the sanctuary where the pews had decayed, rotting where they sat. The baptismal bowl had long since been shattered and there were flame marks along the walls indicative of at least one arson attempt. A naked woman in a church is either perfectly appropriate, or sacrilege.Some time later, I meandered into the basement and understood why I was here. It was a fully stocked BDSM dungeon, large pentagrams drawn on the floor, black candles burning around the room, along with men and women of various ages in black robes. Sometimes I could see faces and sometimes not. The leader was as naked as I. She was a short redhead with green eyes, busty chest, and a dangerously thin waist. She was also wearing antlers on her head. Looking around carefully, I saw cameras in the corners of the ceiling. Within each pentagram circle was a St. Andrews cross, chains dangling from the ceiling, fuck bench, leg spreader or similar setup – and each was occupied by a woman being used hard by multiple men. I recognized right away this was about showing the world that I was clearly a slut, and had no respect for the religion practiced by most Americans. I was greeted by a black couple, and taken to a padded saw horse inside of a circle. The black woman kissed me softly on the lips as the redhead spoke. almanbahis canlı casino “I’m Samsara – the leader of this group. Will you sacrifice your body willingly, whoring for the goddess until the storm passes?”Running my right hand down to my pussy, I spread my legs and rubbed my pussy lips. “I will so whore, Mistress.”The black lady bent me over the padded sawhorse and shackled my ankles tightly to the floor while her man slid his cock into my wet pussy. I exhaled a breath as he did. His wife knelt down in front of me, kissed me on the lips, and whispered, “Why do so many men of other races like white bitches?”I looked around the room at the other women being used and replied, ‘Because we need to surrender. Look around – it’s only white women being used.” Her man picked up a little speed as I talked to his woman. “Your man is going to cum in my pussy. By the time I leave here, men will cum down my throat, and others will cum in my ass or all over my body…and I need them to do it.”I could feel him throbbing hard. “Your man has full balls – that’s not my fault, that’s yours. He seeks out women that will drain him. He’s got a nice cock, though.” I explained starting to moan loudly. “He feels so good. When was the last time he was in you?”She looked at him, then back at me as my words hit like a hammer. Her man began to slam my pussy hard with his cock and he breathed heavily. “She’s got a great pussy!”Looking at him in shock, she cried, ‘Don’t you dare cum in almanbahis casino her, Dwayne!”Sensing that I was close to another orgasm, I slid back against him as far as I could, then kissed her on the lips and slipped my tongue into her mouth. After a few seconds, I pulled out, looked her in the eyes, and whispered, “Too late. He’s cumming.”Her man shoved hard into me one time and I felt his manhood entering me…pulsating hard. I took her hand in mine, weaving my fingers into hers. “I was wrong, he’s got a great cock!” I kissed her hard as I came on her man’s cock. “FUCK he feels amazing!”He held his body against mine and told her, “Her pussy is better than yours. I couldn’t help it.”She was horrified, but she was also getting wet. “You haven’t fucked me in two years! Dwayne, how could you?!”I kissed her deeply again. “You have two choices – fuck someone in this room, or be his cuckqueen.”You can always tell the submissives – they hesitate. Deer in the headlights. “You’re his cuckqueen,” I said surprised. “You’ll watch as he fucks other women tonight – and you’ll get wetter than you’ve ever been.” She shook her head but it was too late. Samsara took her by the wrist and walked her over to an open circle, put her wrists into shackles, then raised her up by her arms and left her dangling with her toes off the ground. She then inserted a vibrator just like mine into her pussy and ass, and turned them on high and put her ankles in a spreader bar. “Cum as often as you like, Marsha – but no human contact. Watch your man fuck others tonight.”She started to object but Samsara shut her down. “Marsha, you swore an oath to sacrifice till the storm passes, as we all did. If you stay, you do so as you are now or you can leave. Naked.”