Zoltan, and more

Helen walked down the hall to the entrance of the room where she last saw Zoltan. The movie was still playing. The woman on the cross had been stripped naked, and the tall masked figure knelt before her. Was he eating her pussy out? Helen could only imagine it so from the positions they were in. She felt herself being drawn into the room, and she went willingly. She decided to play self righteous indignation, and fake Zoltan out to see what kind of reaction she would get. But the more the film drew her into the room, the more submissive she began to feel.

Zoltan looked up, noticing Helen's entrance for the first time. "Interesting film, isn't it Helen?" he asked.

"Y-yes" she answered, startled by Zoltan calling her by name.

Zoltan patted the seat beside him. "Please, have a seat beside me, and watch."

Helen folded her arms over her breasts and took a seat by Zoltan.

"I know what you came here for" spoke Zoltan as he looked into her eyes. He gently took her right hand, and placed it upon his cock. "You want to be the woman on the cross." He lifted up her dress, and snaked his hand inside her soaking wet panties. "You want to be stripped and flogged, and tortured, don't you?"

"Yes" came Helen's breathless answer. She had begun to stroke Zoltan's cock, enjoying the feel of it in her hand. Meanwhile Zoltan's fingers were snaking their way inside her hot, wet pussy, causing her to squirm with delight. Tingling waves of lusty delight began to wash over her entire body. "Will you put me on it now, please?"

Zoltan removed his hand from her panties, then removed hers from his cock. He stood up, and offered her his hand. "Come. We will go there, and I will make you mine."

She smiled and took his hand as she stood up. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him close for a kiss. She kissed him with a lusty passion that burned like an all consuming flame. "I want to be yours, forever."

They walked over to the far wall. Zoltan depressed the lower right corner of a rather large painting hanging on the wall. A hidden panel in the wall slid open, revealing a hidden room. He turned to Helen. "There is no turning back once you enter here. You understand?"

Helen spoke without hesitation. "I understand. I don't want to turn back. I want to be yours."

"Come" he said, taking her by the hand once again. "You shall be my slave." They both stepped into the room. and the panel closed behind them. There in the center of the room stood the object of Helen's darkest desires. The X frame cross. Lit candles surrounded it, just like in the film. While Helen looked over the instrument that would soon hold her, Zoltan walked about the room, lighting wall scones that held torches. The eerie glow gave the entire room a medieval look and feel.

What Helen did not notice about the candles on the floor that surrounded the cross was the pattern they formed of a five pointed star. Even if she had noticed, she may not have cared. She was past the point of no return, and she had become a willing sacrifice, a willing vessel. Zoltan smiled as he moved toward her. "We shall see if you are worthy of receiving my mark."

"I am worthy!" Helen exclaimed as Zoltan strapped her to the cross.