Your cult’s leader Vladimir (and the object of your sexual fantasies) calls you to his chamber
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| - | + | “Sharon Abrahamson.” | |
| + | Just as you were ready to leave a voice calls your name. You don’t have to turn around to know who it is, Vladimir´s bodyguard and lover Natasha´s voice always makes you cringe in hatred. She is a mulatto lady, very fit, very beautiful, and most of all very dangerous. What´s so hateful about her is that she´s Vladimir’s number one, she shares Vladimir´s bed every night, a luxury you can only dream of. | ||
| - | + | “Yes Natasha?” You say, not turning around to stand face to face with her. | |
| - | + | “Report… report immediately to Vladimir´s private chamber Sharon!” | |
| - | + | The disapproval in her voice is evident; Natasha has to squeeze Vladimir´s orders out of her mouth, uncharacteristic for the normally cool and collected Natasha. You turn around with a superior smirk on your face. Natasha is struggling to contain the rage within; the beautiful woman is almost boiling over with anger. You and her have never gotten along, even if you weren’t competing for Vladimir´s favor you’d probably hate each other. Seeing your rival this pissed warms your hearth. | |
| - | + | “Well since you can please his needs I guess I have too…” | |
| - | + | “Just go you fucking cow!” Natasha screams at you, the girl looks as if she’s about to burst a blood vessel. | |
| + | Although you’d never admit it to yourself you always feared Natasha. Her sexy, model like body could easily snap your feminine neck like a stick, that’s why she’s Vladimir’s bodyguard. Only Vladimir’s favor saves you from her wrath. Not keen on testing your luck you walk past Natasha and head for Vladimir´s private chamber. You can feel Natasha´s hateful gaze burning into your neck, in response you cockily swing your ass around as you walk, advocating your sexual prowess to the already pissed of Natasha. | ||
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| - | + | You enter the private chamber of your Master Vladimir. It’s a well lit room with plenty of satanic and pagan symbols decorating the walls. Vladimir sits behind his desk, to you he is the center of the universe, that which everything revolves around. Pushing your chest out to emphasize your massive breasts for his viewing pleasure you stride forwards, towards him. Arriving by his desk you kneel, putting your forehead on the floor and your ass in the air. | |
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| + | “You may rise.” His deep, masculine voice utters. | ||
| + | You stand and look at him. Vladimir is approaching his sixties; he was born in the remote parts of Eastern Europe but immigrated to America during his teens and still holds a slight dialect. His once jet black hair has begun to turn gray, although the rest of his body is still in perfect condition. But whats most astonishing about him is the almost magical sexual aura surrounding him. Every time you move near him your twat gets wet. You don’t know why this happens, maybe it’s some kind of subconscious smell that turn women on, maybe it’s his self-confidence and dominating personality and maybe its Satan working his powers through Vladimir, nobody knows but the aura of sex is definitely there and you can feel it as you gaze upon him. | ||
| - | + | He created the cult, all for his beliefs; as far as you know he has always been a follower of Satan. He despises the purity of the Christians, so much that he has spent his whole life fighting them. Of course none of his heroic deeds are known to the public as that would cause the Christians to rise up against him. Now he has found a way to summon a Demon to earth, something that hasn’t happened for thousands of years and it fills you with pride to know that he has chosen you to provide for the necessary sacrificial victims. | |
| + | Vladimir has also involved the cult in the drugs, pornography and sexual slavery market. These businesses fits well with the satanic ideology and their integration into society do well to cause moral declines among the population. More and more Christians are abandoning their fate in favor of hedonistic pleasure, Satan´s sin more powerful than God´s love. The corruption starts at the subconscious level with greater acceptance for sexual deviants and then works its way into the awaken mind. Sex is no longer used for reproduction purposes but for selfish pleasure and dominance. | ||
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| - | You exit headquarters and get into his private Lamborghini. He starts driving towards the hearth of the city. After ten minutes you can’t take it anymore, you need satisfaction. Your wet from your own juices and have started to sweat uncontrollably from having to control yourself like this. | + | With a sly grin on his face he gracefully get up from behind his desk and moves up to you and gently puts his hand on your cheek. |
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| + | “Come with me little one, I have work for you” | ||
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| + | He spoke to you! And touched you! Never have you been so horny in your life. You follow him like a bitch in heat; it’s even hard to walk straight when he’s next to you. Your pussy begs for attention, burning with arousal and soaking your panties. | ||
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| + | You exit headquarters and get into his private Lamborghini with leather seats. He starts driving towards the hearth of the city. After ten minutes you can’t take it anymore, you need satisfaction. Your wet from your own juices and have started to sweat uncontrollably from having to control yourself like this. | ||
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| + | The man of your dreams is sitting next to you, your Master, yet you do nothing, what will you do? | ||
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*[[Spread your legs wide and masturbate in the Lamborghini]] | *[[Spread your legs wide and masturbate in the Lamborghini]] | ||
Current revision as of 17:41, 13 January 2011
“Sharon Abrahamson.”
Just as you were ready to leave a voice calls your name. You don’t have to turn around to know who it is, Vladimir´s bodyguard and lover Natasha´s voice always makes you cringe in hatred. She is a mulatto lady, very fit, very beautiful, and most of all very dangerous. What´s so hateful about her is that she´s Vladimir’s number one, she shares Vladimir´s bed every night, a luxury you can only dream of.
“Yes Natasha?” You say, not turning around to stand face to face with her.
“Report… report immediately to Vladimir´s private chamber Sharon!”
The disapproval in her voice is evident; Natasha has to squeeze Vladimir´s orders out of her mouth, uncharacteristic for the normally cool and collected Natasha. You turn around with a superior smirk on your face. Natasha is struggling to contain the rage within; the beautiful woman is almost boiling over with anger. You and her have never gotten along, even if you weren’t competing for Vladimir´s favor you’d probably hate each other. Seeing your rival this pissed warms your hearth.
“Well since you can please his needs I guess I have too…”
“Just go you fucking cow!” Natasha screams at you, the girl looks as if she’s about to burst a blood vessel.
Although you’d never admit it to yourself you always feared Natasha. Her sexy, model like body could easily snap your feminine neck like a stick, that’s why she’s Vladimir’s bodyguard. Only Vladimir’s favor saves you from her wrath. Not keen on testing your luck you walk past Natasha and head for Vladimir´s private chamber. You can feel Natasha´s hateful gaze burning into your neck, in response you cockily swing your ass around as you walk, advocating your sexual prowess to the already pissed of Natasha.
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You enter the private chamber of your Master Vladimir. It’s a well lit room with plenty of satanic and pagan symbols decorating the walls. Vladimir sits behind his desk, to you he is the center of the universe, that which everything revolves around. Pushing your chest out to emphasize your massive breasts for his viewing pleasure you stride forwards, towards him. Arriving by his desk you kneel, putting your forehead on the floor and your ass in the air.
“You may rise.” His deep, masculine voice utters.
You stand and look at him. Vladimir is approaching his sixties; he was born in the remote parts of Eastern Europe but immigrated to America during his teens and still holds a slight dialect. His once jet black hair has begun to turn gray, although the rest of his body is still in perfect condition. But whats most astonishing about him is the almost magical sexual aura surrounding him. Every time you move near him your twat gets wet. You don’t know why this happens, maybe it’s some kind of subconscious smell that turn women on, maybe it’s his self-confidence and dominating personality and maybe its Satan working his powers through Vladimir, nobody knows but the aura of sex is definitely there and you can feel it as you gaze upon him.
He created the cult, all for his beliefs; as far as you know he has always been a follower of Satan. He despises the purity of the Christians, so much that he has spent his whole life fighting them. Of course none of his heroic deeds are known to the public as that would cause the Christians to rise up against him. Now he has found a way to summon a Demon to earth, something that hasn’t happened for thousands of years and it fills you with pride to know that he has chosen you to provide for the necessary sacrificial victims.
Vladimir has also involved the cult in the drugs, pornography and sexual slavery market. These businesses fits well with the satanic ideology and their integration into society do well to cause moral declines among the population. More and more Christians are abandoning their fate in favor of hedonistic pleasure, Satan´s sin more powerful than God´s love. The corruption starts at the subconscious level with greater acceptance for sexual deviants and then works its way into the awaken mind. Sex is no longer used for reproduction purposes but for selfish pleasure and dominance.
With a sly grin on his face he gracefully get up from behind his desk and moves up to you and gently puts his hand on your cheek.
“Come with me little one, I have work for you”
He spoke to you! And touched you! Never have you been so horny in your life. You follow him like a bitch in heat; it’s even hard to walk straight when he’s next to you. Your pussy begs for attention, burning with arousal and soaking your panties.
You exit headquarters and get into his private Lamborghini with leather seats. He starts driving towards the hearth of the city. After ten minutes you can’t take it anymore, you need satisfaction. Your wet from your own juices and have started to sweat uncontrollably from having to control yourself like this.
The man of your dreams is sitting next to you, your Master, yet you do nothing, what will you do?
