What's love got to do with it ?

Stacy had never felt so alive, her body relished in the sensation, tingling in antitipation of the next, feeling almost nothing about poor uncle Richard, yes he had been the oblect of her school girl crush, but did he really expect she would be his, just because she had sucked his dick? The power of his dirty lustful intentions had made her strong, but also hunger for more.

She walked through the Varko house almost drawn by her hunger, her destination almost predetermined, the room before her dark with a central column of light, a stone altar in its centre, did Arman show her a picture of this?, a young man wearing a mask that covered all but his eyes and nothing else lay manacled on top, his erection look swollen and raw and his scrotum was the size of grapefruit.

Oh the poor thing Stacy thought as she hitched up the hem of her outfit, she noticed the strange metal ring at his hilt, as she climbed onto the altar , standing astride him she could see his eyes look at her, slowly she gyrated her hips , her hands squeezed her breasts together almost forcing them from the cleavge window of the dress, before slowly stripping off above him.

The last thing Chris remembered was being balls deep in mrs Walker, he had woken to find her gone, but he was now wearing a mask, he could barely breathe as it contained a gag too, and as he lay there, he saw a vision , what seemed to be the sluttiest nun he had ever seen had entered the room, climbing above him and started to dance, his eyes stared as he realized who the nun was, he barely recognized her and what had happened, his girlfriend had become the most physically perfect woman, he tried to call but could only manage a mumble.

The figure beneath her strained at his chains, saying something unintelligible she assumed he was enjoying the show, and why wouldnt he, Stacy now stood above him naked apart from the medallion, she looked at him again, something buzzing at her subconcious mind, not the greatest cock , but it certainly looked hard, she lowered herself down to him, teasing his bucking prick with the merest touches of her lower lips.

Her own need taking over, she lowered herself onto the engorged phallus , she felt her lips accept him inside as her walls stretched around him, her sensitive sex feeling every inch of his penetration, her own excitement large she soon slid easily up and down his length, a cold chill made her gasp as her lips hit the strange ring, which dissolved into a black and green gas.

Her hands rested on his chest as her rythym increased , her nails dug in ,to her shock drawing blood as she started to moan , thrusting herself forward she ground her clit against his pubic bone, a climax claiming her she thrashed around on top of him still hungry for more.

Stacy felt him tense, muffled groans signalling his approaching peak, his release hitting her cervix made her glow , Richards lustful peak had given her power but this was something different, he came again her senses firing and becoming more acute, screaming in delight she tore the mask from his face.

Chris looked up at her, feeling his first orgasm in what seemed forever he couldnt stop , he bucked again and again filling her with his pent up seed,"Stacy " he moaned weakly,

Stacy the real Stacy screamed inside, realising what was happening she knew it wouldnt stop, the more he came filling her with spunk and life the weaker Chris looked, realising the difference and increase in potency, she was draining pure love.

"Yes yes yes" she screamed as his balls and his soul emptied into her, she felt her old self shatter inside ,pleasure and desire filling the void, her skin rippled as she changed more, no inperfection marred her flawless skin , her hair thickened and her face perfection

Chris's body crumbled to dust beneath her as the altar rose into the light, moving into the hall above where the orgy awaited.