Stacy's descent into the dark

Arman smiled happily to see Stacy’s dilated pupils. The potent drug he’d slipped into the guests’ wine was taking effect!

He led the compliant young woman down a dark spiral staircase, then down a hallway and into a large circular chamber, which was lit by firelight from five circular braziers, positioned at the tips of the large pentagram which was painted on the floor. In the center of this stood a stone altar.

Around the edge of the pentagram stood a dozen robed and hooded figures, who swayed slowly from side to side and were chanting quietly.

Stacy’s eyes widened in alarm at the sight of this room, but Arman took her by the hand and led her towards the altar. In spite of herself, the young American felt a flutter of dark excitement in her stomach, knowing that this was just like the intensely erotic scenes she’s seen illustrated in the book upstairs.

Several more robed figures appeared and surrounded Stacy, as Arman stepped away. They took a gentle but firm grip of Stacy as she weakly struggled, but she was powerless to stop them removing her summer dress and her bra and panties. She was self-conscious about being suddenly naked and surrounded by unknown strangers, but her mind swam and she gasped with undeniable lust as the robed figures manhandled her.

She protested with a weak moan as they lifted her and placed her face-up on the altar. While two of the figures held her wrists and ankles tightly, the others produced bowls which they dipped their hands into, and began smearing scented oil all over her supple young body.

Soon, her whole body glistened in the flickering light, and Stacy writhed in a mixture of embarrassment and intense arousal as the many hands stroked and caressed every inch of her. She hissed through clenched teeth as she felt one hand smear the oil between her legs and over the soft lips of her pussy, then she felt a finger rub against her clit.

She arched her back and strained against the hands that held her, as an intense orgasm blasted through her. The strong hands held her in place as her beautiful oiled body writhed and spasmed.

As the waves of intense pleasure passed, she was aware that the hands holding her ankles were pulling them apart, and she lifted her head and saw a dark figure appear at the end of the alter before her. It was Arman, now wearing one of the robes. He slowly opened the robe to reveal his naked, muscular body. Stacy gasped and her eyes opened wide as she saw his huge, hard cock. He fisted it slowly and she watched in fascination as a drop of clear pre-cum oozed from the tip, and he smeared it around the bulbous glans, making it shine in the torchlight.

Stacy had frequent sex with her boyfriend back home, but his cock was barely half the size of Arman’s. She bit her lip as she watched him climb onto the alter, and positioned himself between her spread thighs.

“This is an important night for us, my pretty. The stars and planets are in the correct alignment, and His Dark Majesty’s powers are at their peak!”

With that, he gripped her thighs and moved his huge cock towards her slippery sex…