Loading...The Temple was the final stop on our daylong bus tour of Tokyo, and though we’d very much enjoyed the sights, my wife, Amber, and I were quite spent by the time we piled from our bus with the thirty-six other tourists into the crowded temple courtyard. It seemed to us that anything sacred or religious about the place had been lost in crass commercialism.
Dozens of tiny shops hawking troves of useless plastic knickknacks lined the courtyard leading to the temple steps, and for 100 yen you could get your fortune told or have a sip of healing water. None of those milling about seemed to pay much attention to the few who were there on a meaningful pilgrimage.
We wearied quickly of the circus atmosphere and decided to rest on a bench in a small, quiet garden area off to left side of the main temple building before heading off on our own to find some dinner. After a few minutes resting in the shade, a priest who was dressed in traditional Buddhist robe came out from an unobtrusive doorway near the rear of the building and up the few concrete steps toward us.
The man, with a clean-shaven head and a long goatee, approached us directly and spoke in broken English, “You come foddo’ me. See sacred temple chambah. P’divate tour fo’ jou.”
Without waiting for our answer he turned and walked back toward the doorway form whence he came, stopping only briefly to look back and beckon us with an urgent waving gesture.
Amber and I looked at each other inquisitively. I said, “This is our chance to see the real temple – not the fake stuff they show for the tourists. Let’s go.”
I grabbed her hand and we stepped quickly toward the doorway, almost catching up to the priest by the time he had shuffled to the entryway. We followed him down the steps and through a locked, heavy door that clanged loudly behind us once we were through. The single candle held by the priest barely illuminated the long narrow hallway with a rather low ceiling. The cool subterranean air was a refreshing respite from the oppressive Japanese August heat we’d been experiencing all day.
A minute later we made our way through a second and much more ornate door, which led to a long winding staircase with intricately carved balusters and a heavy wooden railing. Brightly colored tapestries of semi-naked women and men lined the wall, but it was too dark to make out much of the details of the depicted scenes. After what seemed like a descent of several hundred steps the priest stopped in front of the third door. He turned toward us and spoke for the first time since we entered the temple.
“Jou wait hea’. I come fo’ jou.”
He unlocked and pushed open the massive door, handed the candle to me, bowed deeply, and shut the door behind him. We heard the key jangling in the door from behind and assumed the priest was locking it. I wondered for a moment whether he was locking us in or locking us out.
Amber broke my train of thought. “This is really creepy. Maybe we should go,” she said nervously.
“It’s OK,” I assured her. “It’s supposed to be creepy. It’s a temple.” I didn’t bother to mention that we probably stood little chance of getting through either of the locked doors through which we’d already passed. She was jumpy enough.
Suddenly there was a strange odor and a mist began to rise from a small grate in floor near our feet. We looked at each other with a mixture of shock and fear.
“Matt, what the hell is that?” Amber cried out.
“OK, we’re getting out of here,” I exclaimed as I grabbed Amber’s hand.
We didn’t get more than two steps before we both blacked out.
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I must have hit my head when I fell, because it was my throbbing forehead that I noticed first when I awoke. That was followed by the immediate awareness that I was bound fast to a chair, my hands tied behind me, my feet tied to the legs of the chair. As my head began to clear I started to take in my surroundings.
My chair was against the wall of an enormous circular room, about eighty feet across, with at least a twenty-foot high ceiling. A ring of a dozen hefty columns, each three feet in diameter with flutes of gold, formed an inner circle about half way between wall and the center of the room. The only light in the room came from a tall ten-foot wide shaft going up to who-knows-where from the center of the room. I assumed it was the fading daylight shining from above, and from the damp cold it seemed that I was still somewhere deep down below the temple. Thirty or more brightly colored tapestries filled the walls floor-to-ceiling and bore the same kind of naked people scenes I had seen on the walls of the stairway, only now I could clearly make out the wide variety of sexual acts blatantly depicted upon them.
Suddenly recalling our descent down the tapestry-laden stairway and the circumstances that preceded our passing out from the gas, I called out for Amber. No answer came. I called out more loudly. Still no answer. I struggled against the bonds that held me fast. No luck. Damn. What the hell is going on? I thought to myself. Was this a robbery? Was the priest we followed a fake? What was a temple doing involved in this kind of activity? What did he want with us? Where is Amber? Is she OK? What is this place?
As these questions shot rapid-fire through my mind, muffled voices coming from the far end of the room startled me. One of the tapestries, which showed three kneeling, topless women all engaging in oral sex with the man standing over them, slowly rolled up from the bottom, revealing an oversized arched wooden door with a carving in the dark wood that mimicked the tapestry in front of it. The door creaked open slowly to reveal dark passageway behind, from which a silk-robed priest entered the room. He had a shaved head and goatee like the one that had lured us into the temple, and he was holding a lit torch. He was followed by a second, identically robed, torch-bearing priest. The pair stepped just inside the room and turned to face one another from either side of the doorway. A third priest appeared with his torch yet unlit. In contrast to the first two, his robe was plain brown and made of cotton or wool, though he was bald with a goatee like the others. The first two, apparently some kind of high priests, bowed toward one another, touching their torches together, allowing the third to light his torch from theirs as they chanted something in what I assumed was Japanese. At the completion of the chant they stood upright again and allowed the plain-robed priest to pass into the room before bowing to light the torch of the next priest. The procession of plain-robed priests continued in this fashion until twelve priests had taken their place, one in front of each of the twelve gilded columns of the inner circle, each standing like a statue and holding a lit torch.
Fascinated by the spectacular pageantry unfolding before me I sat dumbstruck until the priests were all in position. Jarred back to the reality of my situation, I called out to them loudly, frantically insisting that they untie me and let me go. I screamed empty threats and vainly ordered them to bring Amber to me. All my pleas went completely unheeded. None of the men so much as gave a glance my way, each of them staring blankly toward the empty center of the room while the two torch-lighting high priests made several long, slow processions around the outer circle, one in clockwise direction, the other moving counter-clockwise. I called out to them as they passed near me without effect. After shouting myself hoarse I finally gave up my appeal.
The torch-lighters disappeared through the doorway through which they had entered while the others stood still as statues, all eyes remaining fixed on the empty space at the center of their circle. I heard what I thought to be the sounds of an unintelligible female voice. Amber? I thought.
Seconds later the two priests entered the room with a squirming and squawking Amber between them. Her wrists were bound in front of her, she was blindfolded and gagged, and the men were forcing her along roughly by the elbows as she fought them futilely, causing the long silk cape she wore to gape open in front.
“Amber,” I yelled, my voice raspy from my earlier shouting. “It’s me, Matt. It’s going to be OK. We’ll get out of this somehow.”
Of course things were anything but OK, and I had no idea how things might turn out or how we’d manage to get out of this situation, but I felt compelled to reassure her. She was obviously terrified, and knowing her as I do, I knew hearing my voice would provide her a modicum of reassurance. Of course she could only respond with more muffled cries and unintelligible pleas. Seeing my poor wife helplessly bound before this room of creepy men grew a rage in me I could barely contain. I knew from the tapestries and the way she was scantily dressed that they had ill intent to use her vilely. I fought with renewed vigor against my restraints until the ropes cut deeply into my flesh and I lost the feeling in my hands, all to no avail.
Amber was obviously outmatched against the two tall men, who managed to wrestle her to the center of the circle, where they lowered her to the floor in a sobbing heap. One of the two made a beeline for me and I recognized him as the one from the garden. He had fire in his eyes as he looked down at me.
He spoke in broken English. “No more sound or she be hurt. Watch quiet now or we hurt her. We hurt you bad.”
Without another word he turned and went back to the center of the circle. I believed his threat. We were in the middle of some bizarre ritual that very well could turn to human sacrifice if we weren’t careful. I chose silence.
The one who spoke to me, perhaps the one among them who spoke the best English, said something in Japanese to the other silk-robed one and he walked to the wall and opened a small box in the wall about three hangings down from my chair. He pressed a button and a whirring noise echoed through the room. From overhead high up in the center shaft that disappeared above us a length of heavy rope was lowered to the floor. Something metal on the end of it clanked loudly onto the floor near Amber’s feet. The garden priest opened the metal jaws on the device and clamped them over the bulbous knot in the short length of rope between her wrists.
The whirring noise started again, raising the rope up and causing Amber to be pulled awkwardly to her feet, only stopping once her hands were winched high over her head. Her brightly colored silk cape now fell freely open, exposing her entire front to the circle of men, who were now all fixated upon her. With the click of another button, the floor vibrated thunderously as a twelve-foot diameter circular section of the stone floor under Amber rumbled upward, forming what looked like a raised stage beneath her. When the platform jarred to a stop at about four feet above ground, Amber stumbled, dangling and swinging awkwardly like a fish caught on a hook.
The priest in the center stepped up the stairs that formed in concentric rings around the platform and quickly steadied my staggering wife. Once she was stabilized in the center of the stage, I watched his hands push aside the opening of her cape and slide deftly over her naked breasts, down over her hips, and then as he knelt in front of her, one hand each brushed down her thighs and calves. He flipped open a metal plate just to Amber’s right and removed from the opening in the floor a length of chain with a leather ankle cuff on the end. He shoved her right foot over to where the cuff would reach and buckled it to her ankle. He did the same with her left foot, forcing her to stand spread-eagled.
The winch was raised another several inches until Amber’s body was stretched out tight, her legs spread wide by the cuffs and arms held overhead. The high priest stood again and tugged open the knot that held the silk cape about her neck, allowing it to slide off her body to the floor and exposing her fully to the room full of gawking men. Amber sobbed quietly through her gag. Next he removed her blindfold, and because she’d been bound facing me, I could see for the first time the terror in her eyes, and I’m sure she saw the complete helplessness in mine. I silently mouthed the words “I love you,” heeding the priests threat.
The priest on the platform walked slowly around the rim of it and shouted a brief instruction to the men, who were still standing like statues in their circle. One man pulled a small bundle of what looked like incense sticks from his robe and lit the bundle from his torch until it began to smoke profusely. He sniffed it deeply for a minute as he slowly approached the stage area, placing it in one of a series of small holes that ringed the edge of the platform. As he returned to his place he set his torch into a bracket on the pillar, clearly placed there for just that purpose. He then removed his robe, revealing that that he was completely naked underneath and sporting a raging hard-on. He carefully hung his robe on a hook next to the torch and returned to his statuesque position.
One at a time, with military precision, all twelve men did the exact same routine until the twelve burning bundles formed a ring around Amber, causing a thick, steady cloud of smoke to enshroud and obscure her entire body. After five or maybe ten minutes, as the incense began to burn low, another verbal signal was given. All twelve priests retrieved the smoldering sticks from the altar and began processing in line around the platform, inhaling the remnants before climbing the steps together and extinguish them into a golden urn that had been placed between Amber’s legs.
As smoke began to clear from around my naked and bound wife the change in her demeanor struck me immediately. No longer was she thrashing about or fighting her bondage, and gone was the look of terror in her eyes. In its place was a look that I could only describe as kind of hazy, wild-eyed, drug-induced lust, which gave me my first clue as to the magic erotic potion she had been just forced to inhale.
Her sobbing had ceased and her eyes now cast wildly about at the room full of parading naked men. I couldn’t tell for sure, but it looked to me like she was staring straight at their rigid cocks, following them around the room as they marched before her. It dawned on me, as I watched the procession, that each of these twelve men was extremely well endowed. I was intrigued by the remarkable size, which was rather out of proportion with each man’s typically small Japanese frame.
I now saw clearly how Amber’s breasts were swollen and full, the way they do when she gets turned on. Her nipples were harder and more distended than I’d ever seen. Clearly, whatever it was they’d given her was stirring new levels of lust from deep within my dear wife, who was normally rather sexually reserved. The lips of her womanhood were swollen as well, even to the point of being parted and pouting open, and I could see moisture glistening on the inside of her spread thighs. Whatever potion they had given her, it was clear that my wife had been turned into a raging nymph.
The two high priests, who had also disrobed and joined the procession at the head and tail, finally climbed the stairs of the platform and approached Amber simultaneously from the front and back. The one behind her removed her gag and tossed it to the floor. His hands then reach around in front of her and pinched both her nipples simultaneously between his fingers while the other man unceremoniously stuffed two fingers into her gaping pussy. Immediately Amber’s eyes clamped shut and she cried out loudly, but it wasn’t a pain cry. No, she was clearly coming, gasping, moaning and writhing with pleasure in instantaneous response to the fingers of the two men. I’d never seen such a thing. Her pleasure cries filled the room and her body thrashed against the bondage on her wrists and ankles, her orgasm lasting the entire thirty seconds or minute that the men were fingering her pussy and tweaking her nipples.
After her noisy orgasm subsided the two men freed her arms and legs from their bonds, apparently satisfied that the incense had taken full effect both in heightening her sexual sensitivity and in muting her resistance to whatever was about to take place. However, her hands were still bound together in front and they left in place the leather cuffs on her ankles.
The men led Amber down the steps toward me, their huge stiff cocks and her heaving breasts bobbing up and down as they bounded down the steps toward me. Involuntarily I felt my own cock stir from watching my wife in the throes of sexual ecstasy. Eventually Amber’s eyes drifted up toward mine, casting only a brief glance my way. She smiled at me and then licked her lips, but didn’t speak. I wondered if she was even able to, whether the drug had pushed her into some kind of semi-conscious state, or perhaps they had threatened her to silence as they threatened me.
I soon learned that I was not their intended destination when the men led my wife before the priest standing by the pillar just a few feet to my right. I knew they started with the priest nearest me with intention, as this afforded me the best view of the proceedings. Without provocation she sank to her knees in front of the naked man. Immediately her bound hands clasped together around the man’s thick member, and she slowly, lasciviously stroked him up and down while staring ravenously at his enormous cock. I watched as she licked the shaft while cupping his heavy balls in her hands, working her mouth up it’s tremendous length to the bulbous purple head. She stretched her jaw wide open and engulfed as much of his meat as she possibly could, which was a little less than half its twelve-inch length. Her hands went to work making up the difference, stroking furiously in counter-rhythm as her mouth plunged up and down upon the man. I’d never seen my wife suck cock in such a vociferous manner – like a woman possessed. I was always lucky to get an occasional one-minute, half-hearted blowjob, and that only after much persistent begging on my part.
I was awestruck as I watched her perform with absolute abandon. In less than two minutes the priest she was sucking let out a small groan, and I knew he was going to come. Having always staunchly refused to taste my semen, I was shocked when Amber’s lips clamped desperately around the man’s shaft as it began to convulse in her mouth, flooding her throat with his load, all of which she readily swallowed. After he’d finished emptying into her mouth, she spent several minutes eagerly licking every hint of come from his shaft, while continuing to stroke his shaft and caress his balls.
Amber had to be forcefully removed from the man’s cock and brought to kneel at the next priest’s feet, his ample meat waving in her face. She gave his cock a ravenous gaze and quickly engulfed all she could, milking his full load into her hot mouth in mere minutes as well. Though my view of her performance on the third and fourth priests was somewhat obstructed by the wide columns, she made quick work of them, obviously sucking down every drop they offered her.
She continued moving around the circle undirected and unassisted by the high priests.
It seemed to me that she was becoming more eager with each cock. By the time she knelt at the fifth’s feet, she seemed crazy with lust. As his member spurted deep in her throat, she dropped her bound hands between her legs and touched her clit, exploding in immediate orgasmic delight. Her whole body seemed to convulse wildly as she came, which only seemed add to the priest’s enjoyment of her oral skills.
Her orgasm did little to relieve the sexual inferno that raged deep inside her. As the sixth priest started coming she pulled his cock from her mouth and smeared his come all over her lips, cheeks and chin until it dribbled down her face in streaky white globs and down onto her tits. She licked her lips clean, and with her fingers gathered all the come she could and slurped it down. When her fingers moved to the come that had dripped onto her breasts, she came again instantly as soon as her finger grazed her nipple.
Now half way around the circle and with a belly full of come, Amber showed no signs of slowing down. Rather, she seemed to become more randy with each man’s ejaculation. When number seven went off, she sprayed his huge load all over one of her beautiful breasts, being careful to coat the areole and nipple thoroughly. Though slightly obscured by the platform now, I could see that without cleaning off, she moved on to number eight and covered the other tit similarly. She stood and faced me, affording me a clear view of the puddles of jizz trickling into small streams over lovely mammaries and into the valley between. She gave me intensely lusty looks as she proceeded to wipe the priestly man-juice from her upper body, careful to avoid the nipple area until the remainder had been judiciously cleaned.
She looked over at the two priests, who were now watching from a distance as she performed on each man. She raised her bound wrists toward the men and gave a pleading look, obviously asking for her hands to be unbound. One of the priests approached her and undid the knot between her wrists but left the wrist cuffs in place.
Her hands now free, Amber again turned toward me. I could clearly see the white blobs that she left on her areoles and nipples, and from what I’d seen so far I knew what was about to happen. In a sudden motion, she swept the middle and index fingers of each hand over her engorged come-covered nipples and immediately her body began to convulse with a tremendous orgasm. She gasped and cried out obscenities while licking her fingers clean. An ever-stronger wave of pleasure swept over her with each touch of her fingers to her nipples until it looked as though she were having a seizure. When the last traces of number seven and eight were removed from her breasts, she lost no time in moving quickly to the feet of number nine, even as the last convulsions of her climax seared through her twitching body.
I had a clear view of number nine and watched in awe as my sweet little innocent wife shoved his massive member between her heaving tits. This forced a continuous wave of powerful orgasms to crash over her as her nipples grazed up and down on the man’s belly. In less than a minute large shots of jizz sprayed up into her chin and over her neck and chest. Relentlessly Amber milked every drop from him until her spent body fell back in absolute exhaustion onto the cold stone floor.
I wondered at first if she had passed out cold, but I soon discovered that she was only catching her breath, and a few seconds later she managed to raise herself to a sitting position. When she tried and failed to stand to her feet, I could tell she had reached her body’s physical limit. Though she had nothing left physically, she had lost none of her fiery desire. I could see it there still in her eyes. She slowly used her trembling fingers to feed herself from the last priests orgasm, wiping her neck and chin as clean as best she could without being able to see them. She gingerly cleaned the streaks from her upper chest, carefully avoiding her nipples, knowing that one more violent orgasm might well cause her to lose consciousness.
She noticed that a small white blob of come had dropped to the stone floor next to her, and she rolled over on her hands and knees, lowered her face to the floor and compulsively licked it clean. As she swallowed the last bit her arms gave out and she fell face down on the floor. She came again as her tits were crushed into the stone by the weight of her body, causing her to roll spastically onto her back to quickly stop the orgasmic torrent.
She lay there on her back for several minutes, eyes open and staring blankly, her chest heaving up and down with labored breathing. When it became obvious that she could no longer move about on her own in order to service the three remaining priests, the two high priests, who had been intently watching the entire proceeding, decided to intervene.
The pair coaxed her to her feet and helped her, half walking and half dragging her, up the steps onto the platform. While one of them held up her limp, naked body, the other went to the control box on the wall. With the push of a button an opening formed in the center of the platform from which rose a heavy round wooden table about six feet across. A thick embroidered matt covered the top of the table and more erotic tapestries hung down the side, covering its circumference. The one facing me depicted two women atop that very table engaging in some 69-style mutual oral activity.
Amber was laid out on her back atop the cushion, which I’m sure must have been a welcome relief after kneeling and lying for so long upon the cold, hard stone floor. Priest number ten walked slowly to the edge of the table, and the two high priests slid the cushion containing my wife toward where he stood until her head extended over the edge. Lacking the energy even to support her head, it drooped backward off the table, leaving her mouth just at cock height – an intentional positioning I’m sure.
Immediately number ten stuffed his manhood into her gaping mouth as far as he could. She instinctively opened wider and allowed him to penetrate the back of her throat, causing her to gag and cough. Still the man did not relent. Despite barely having the strength to move, Amber sucked and licked him with every ounce of strength she had left. As he was about to come, the man placed his heavy balls into her open mouth, causing him to spray his release freely over her breasts and stomach, a few spurts almost reaching her dark, trimmed pubic hair.
Number eleven was approaching even as number ten processed back to his place. He wasted no time using her mouth in a similar fashion, just as brutally as his predecessors had and with equal enjoyment. As he came, however, he stepped back and emptied his loins all over her face and hair. Unable even to lift her arms, Amber made a desperate attempt to lick up what she could reach with her tongue.
The last of the twelve plain-robed priests made his way onto the platform. However, instead of using her orally, he slid her to the center of the table and climbed up onto it, kneeling over her torso. He shoved his cock between her swollen tits, clamping them around his cock roughly with his hands, carefully avoiding her nipples lest she pass out from the pleasure. He didn’t seem bothered at all by the presence of the other men’s copious seed upon her body, rather he was using the lubrication to his advantage, sliding the length of his shaft between her luscious globes at a furious pace, the head of his lengthy cock sometimes slamming into her chin. As he neared his peak, he stood up on the table and shot huge globs of jism over her from thigh to forehead.
As the last priest took up his place in front of his designated pillar, I noticed something I hadn’t before: all twelve men, including those who had just finished using Amber so thoroughly, still sported full erections, their stamina apparently brought on by inhaling the intoxicant that so enflamed my wife’s sexual appetites. It made me wonder what was next; it was clear these men were not yet completely satisfied.
As I was pondering these things I heard the faint and growing clip-clop sound of horse hooves on stone. Forty feet to my left, about ninety degrees around the circle from my position one of the high priests rolled up another tapestry, and the sound of thundering hooves echoed more loudly in the room. Suddenly a horse came through the opening pulling what looked like a lion’s cage on wheels – something like you might see in a circus. The inside was packed with gorgeous young Japanese women clinging to the bars of the cage as the horse jerked it along. Without human direction horse paraded around between the standing priests and the center platform, and as the girls made their way past me I could see each was identically clad in a scanty red silk outfit.
The twelve priests began stroking their enormous stiff cocks as the girls rode past.
After a few times around the room a high priest gave a verbal command and the horse came to a quick stop, jostling the female flesh about inside the cage. The priest went to the back of the cage and opened the door, lowering some steps behind it. As the women processed one at a time out the back of the rolling cage, I could see more clearly how they were dressed. Each had on only a sheer red silk stole, through which each girl’s pert little Japanese tits could be clearly seen, and which hung down to about the middle of each thigh. The stoles left the entire backside and the center of their torsos uncovered, including the identically trimmed jet-black tufts covering their pubic regions. Another strip of red silk performed as a belt, through which the ends of the stoles passed to keep them in place. A golden medallion the size of a saucer hung from a thick golden chain around each woman’s neck.
These women were perfectly proportioned, though classically petite, with strikingly beautiful faces and plainly cut shoulder length black hair. Frankly they looked almost identical to me as they filed out one after the other, stopping to kneel at the feet of each of the twelve priests, who were still jerking themselves with measured intensity.
The last two women to emerged from the cage marched up the steps toward Amber, who by now had recovered enough of her senses to watch the unusual parade. While one of them retrieved the water urn into which the incense had been doused earlier, the other helped Amber to a sitting position at the edge of the big wooden table. The urn was placed at Amber’s feet and the two Japanese women bowed to one another before removing their silk stoles and waist belts, revealing their firm but small breasts with tiny brown areoles and thick brown nipples.
The two beautiful women kissed one another deeply but briefly and then bowed again toward each other. One of them lifted the urn of water toward the other and offered her the end of the long bamboo straw that protruded from the top. The woman drank deeply of the potion and then took the urn, offering it to her partner, who enjoyed an even longer drink. Together the two women lifted the urn to Amber, who drank eagerly from the straw without hesitation until at last they removed it from her lips.
The two attendants gently helped Amber down from the table and onto her feet. Supporting her gingerly on either side, they led her to one side of the platform, where there was a low area in the floor surrounded by a metal grate. While one of them steadied Amber from behind, the other slowly poured the remainder of the incense-infused water over Amber’s head, allowing it to flow down her naked body. She gasped in surprise and seemed to be shocked from her stupor.
Now more alert, Amber watched the two naked women use their stoles to carefully clean the semen and dirt from her ravaged body, starting at her head and working with great deliberation down to her feet. They were careful to avoid her clitoris and her nipples, knowing, I suppose, that this would cause an instant orgasmic response and an immediate relapse.
As the women went about carefully cleaning and drying my lovely wife, the ring of priests continued pounding their fists over their shafts as the diminutive girls knelt watching with rapt attention before them.
When at last Amber was clean and dry (except for the noticeable bits of dried come that clung to her still rock-hard nipples), the two servant girls brought Amber back to the table and helped her climb up onto it. They positioned her on her back, and using the cuffs that remained on her wrists and ankles and their silk stoles and belts, one of them tied her arms to the edge of the round table while the other tied her ankles to the opposite edge. They double-checked the bonds that held Amber in spread-eagle fashion and adjusted them until her entire body was drawn taught.
The two women climbed up onto the table with Amber, one on each side, and without hesitation knelt down beside her, each clamping her mouth over one of Amber’s come covered nipples. This of course triggered a tremendous uncontrollable orgasm. As she cried out her body thrashed about on the table, testing the strength of the ties that held her arms and legs fast. The two girls’ tongues flicked relentlessly over Amber’s sensitive nipples, triggering wave after wave of explosions deep within her loins, coursing violently over her whole body.
Once satisfied that Amber’s nipples were sufficiently cleaned and that the security of the bondage was adequate, the pair climbed off the table, allowing Amber to coast down from the brutal pleasure. The girls approached one another, bowed and kissed again. In contrast to the first kiss they’d shared, this time I noticed that their kiss was much more intense, with open-mouthed tongue exchanges. Their bodies were clearly more aroused, their breasts and nipples more swollen than before, all of which I attributed to the drink they took from the urn of incense water. As their passions escalated the women embraced, forcing their chests together, and immediately both women began trembling and moaning loudly as orgasms simultaneously overtook them both, thus proving my theory about the urn water.
I was surprised at how long the two continued their embrace and so endured the forceful spasms and vicious pleasure rocking them. As their loud orgasmic duet of groans continued, the twelve kneeling slaves all pushed their stoles off their shoulders, shrugging them loose and exposing their breasts. In unison they lifted the medallions that hung from their necks, using both hands as if serving a dinner plate to the priests before whom they knelt. On cue, within seconds of each other, each priest jacked his load toward the woman kneeling before him, spurting his seed onto the golden medallion, some spilling inadvertently onto the girls’ bodies.
The twelve bare-chested girls arose form their knees and processed in concert to the edge of the platform, carefully holding the come-splattered medallions in both hands so as not to spill even a single drop of the precious fluid. The twelve priests followed a few steps behind. Each girl knelt on the second step, removed her medallion from around her neck and placed carefully it on the edge of the platform. Still holding their medallions in both hands, each of them bent down and began meticulously licking them clean. The twelve priests approached the twelve women, knelt behind them and drove their cocks in to the hilt in a single deep thrust. The cries of ecstasy joined those of the two women on the platform as they continued their orgasmic embrace without pause.
After another two minutes or so one of the high priests gave a command and the two women on the platform broke off their embrace. Immediately, dazed as they were, they headed toward me. My heart was pounding in my chest, both from in sexual excitement and fear of their intentions. They untied me from the chair, pulled me to my feet and began to undress me. Once naked they led me onto the platform next to the table where Amber lay in stunned silence.
As the two women sank to their knees and started sucking and licking my cock to yet full attention, I looked over at Amber, and she smiled at me warmly. A million questions shot through my mind all at once. Was she aware of all that was going on? Was she really OK with it all? Was she enjoying this as much as it seemed she was? How was this going to end? Were we safe or were our lives in jeopardy?
But soon enough I became lost in the oral pleasures I was receiving and little else mattered but the deep desire that burned in me. The women who were sucking me brought me repeatedly to the edge of orgasm and back again until I thought I might pass out from the delight of it. Once I was delirious with lust, they directed me up onto the table between Amber’s legs, clearly intending for me to take my wife right there in front of everyone.
I didn’t hesitate. I looked lovingly into her eyes as I lowered myself over her, bound and outstretched as she was. Our lips met just as the tip of my cock entered her swollen and soaked womanhood. I entered her with ease. An orgasm immediately shot through Amber that was retriggered repeatedly with each thrust I made into her. Through wet and passionate kisses Amber cried out loudly, gasping and moaning. I wrapped my hands around her swollen tits and flicked her nipples with my thumbs, obviously deepening the intensity of the waves of pleasure that were sweeping over her.
I looked over to see the two women kneeling before the high priests, servicing the engorged cocks while I fucked my beautiful wife and while the twelve priests continued fucking the twelve maidens, who were still eagerly licking their medallions. Shortly the two marvelous cocksuckers walked around the table to the side nearest Amber’s head. They leaned down onto the table, pressing their little tits into the tabletop, and both started coming immediately. Without hesitation the two high priests stepped behind them and started fucking them vigorously, triggering more frequent and deeper waves of orgasms in the writhing women.
We were all beginning to crescendo together. I sensed that they were all just waiting for my own explosion to begin. Despite being on such public display, I was having no problem heading steadily toward my own peak. The sexual intensity in the room was intoxicating to me, and I soon knew I was beyond the point of no return.
As I felt the first tremors of ultimate pleasure well up from my balls, I screamed out loud, “Yes!” It was the first word I’d spoken since being threatened to silence by the high priest. My cock jerked and spurted relentlessly into Amber, who was still coming ferociously beneath me. All twelve kneeling little come-licking sluts starting coming too, as the thick cocks of the twelve priests dumped huge loads into their drenched shuddering pussies. Simultaneously the high priests shot their jizz into the two women whose tits were still pressed into the table and whose own orgasms were being continually retriggered with each priestly thrust.
The room echoed loudly with the sounds of sexual delirium, and for the next several minutes we all came in carnal concert.
I collapsed onto Amber, who had at last passed out cold from the bliss. Even unconscious, her body trembled and twitched as the last remnants of her orgasm trailed off. I lay on her, my cock still inside her and still semi-hard, and watched as the room emptied in as ceremonious a fashion as it had filled.
The horse drawn cage entered the room on cue, and the fourteen sluts piled in one at a time, come dripping from their engorged sex and glistening from their bare breasts. The twelve priests retrieved their robes and torches and filed around the platform twice, their cocks still at full attention, and then proceeded out the same entrance through which they had entered. The two high priests followed them out without a word.
The room went dark. The meager sunlight that had earlier illuminated the room from above had vanished into night. How long had we been there? As the last of the noises faded into the passageways, all was silent again. I wasn’t sure if the ordeal was over or if this was just the end of the first act. Nevertheless, I proceeded crawl around the table and untie Amber from the silk bonds on her arms and legs. As I undid the last leg cuff, a mist began to rise around the table.
Before I knew it I was out cold.
– – – –
When I came to I was back in the stairwell where we had first been gassed, Amber laying next to me. We were both fully clothed.
As the grogginess left my head, I roused my wife and took her in my arms to wake her. She slowly came out of her stupor and looked at me in confusion.
“What? Um.. Where are we?” she asked.
“We’re inside the bottom of the temple, sweetheart,” I said plainly. Images of the bizarre sex ceremony were dancing through my head, and I had to ask, “Do you remember anything?”
“I remember coming down the stairs.” Then she paused. I could see her searching her brain cells for answers. “That’s it. Then I woke up here. What do you think happened? What do you remember?”
I quickly considered whether I should tell her what I thought I remembered, but then I began to doubt the reality of it myself. Perhaps it was all just a gas-induced dream. Or perhaps not. There was really no way to tell for sure.
“Same for me. We were coming down the stairs and the priest left through that door. Then whammo! Out like a light.”
“What the hell was this all about?” Amber asked indignant. “Should we go to the police?”
I checked for my wallet and had Amber do the same. No, robbery hadn’t been the motive. I stood and pulled my wife to her feet.
“Whatever they gassed us with made me sore all over,” Amber sighed, stretching her jaw, and bending over to rub her sore knees.
“And I must have bashed my head when I fell,” I complained as I lightly rubbed my forehead, “It really hurts.”
We started up the stairs back the way we came in, but I stopped suddenly.
“Hold on a second,” I said to Amber.
I quickly stepped back down onto the landing and pulled open the large door standing slightly ajar before me. It swung open easily with a loud creak to reveal the rear side of a tapestry hanging in the doorway. I pulled it aside enough to peak my head through.
My mouth dropped open as I stood, stunned, looking into a huge circular room with a dozen massive gold-fluted columns.