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  The storm grew worse, and as Tina stood in the center of the small, fire-lit room she shivered in the glow of the flames raging in the huge fireplace, feeling the chill of fear and desire race up and down along her spine.

  Her mind was far away and she plucked nervously at the buttons to her blouse. The sound of chanting grew louder and louder in her ears and she could feel the presence of others though she was alone in the room.

  "Turn to me," commanded a quiet voice, almost too low to be heard, but full of power and force. "Turn and face your mistress!" Quickly she spun on her heels and saw, at the far end of the room, Lamia Abaddon dressed in a blood-red robe, standing at the foot of the altar erected there. She could see the huge figure of a goat with a man's head, standing poised over the altar, its eyes blazing with the glow of the flames behind its head.

  "Come forward, slave, come forward to me," hissed Lamia, her long, slender fingers beckoning to Tina "Now is your moment! The moment when you become what you are to be! Come forward now and accept!"

  Slowly Tina moved toward the motionless woman, her eyes fixed on the outstretched hand and arm. The fingers moved slightly, opening and closing, the dark red nails disappearing into the black palm then reappearing again. Her body was tense, almost drawn to a fever pitch and she could hardly walk she felt so strange.

  The chanting echoed in her mind and her heart seemed to beat in time with the overpowering music she was hearing. Her flesh tingled with anticipation and she had no thought or memory of anything other than this place and this moment. When she reached the spot where Lamia was standing, a few steps above her, she sank to her knees and bowed her head.

  "Accept me, Mistress," she whispered urgently. "Accept me into your heart and soul! Make me yours completely! Make me what I am to be!"

  Lamia reached down and placed the palm of her black, smooth hand on the young girl's head. Tina shivered uncontrollably and a fire seemed to burn through her scalp and sear like a thousand needles into her brain. She sobbed as the aching, knifing sensation took control of her.

  "Stand, stand, stand," repeated the woman. She was swaying slightly as her voice took on its sing-song manner. "Stand and look at me! Look at your Mistress, now! You have much to do to prepare for me! Much to do! Stand, slave, stand!"

  On almost numbed limbs the girl drew herself to her feet. She could not stand the searing glance of the beautiful woman in front of her and dropped her eyes to the floor beneath her feet.

  "What is your wish, Mistress," she sighed in fear and apprehension. "Tell me what you desire of me, I beg you!"

  "Look in my eyes, slave," Lamia barked softly, reaching out and lifting Tina's face up to stare at her own. "Look deeply into my eyes and I will tell you all you should know and do!"

  Her eyes bored into Tina's like fiery coals, demanding the girl's complete attention. It almost hurt the way the woman looked at her and Tina could not look away, so transfixed was she by Lamia's burning glare.

  "First you must remove these garments, they offend our host," Lamia chuckled softly, waving her arm at the figure of the goat-man behind them. "But do so very slowly. Each layer of clothing must be removed with a passion and concern for what is to follow. Slowly now, begin to strip! Strip, slave, strip!"

  The chanting took on a deep, thick emotion to it, a sound and clinging urge that made Tina's loins quiver and grow warm. She swayed to the beat of the sound and licked her young, pink lips, making them glisten under the glow of the fire and candles that illuminated the room.

  She found herself smiling wickedly as she ran her fingers over her blouse, dancing the tips of her digits lovingly across the swelling mounds of her full, ample tits. She shuddered with the contact of her hands caressing her own breasts. The luscious globes seemed to ache wildly and she gasped as a creamy delight washed through her body.

  She seemed almost floating on air and she slowly slithered her fingers down over her hard, flat stomach, feeling the intense and pleasing sensation of her belly rippling excitedly beneath her clothes and traveling fingers.

  Gently she caressed the warm, throbbing place above the hem of her tight skirt. Her pussy mound was aching with need and pounding under her touch as she slithered her fingers around over the pounding hillock. She felt the heat of the room and the burden of her dress overwhelming her and she moaned softly, yearning to be rid of the unwanted garments.

  She ran her fingers back up along her blouse, fumbling wildly with the buttons as she went along: Quickly she popped them free, a small, quiet groan of delight and pleasure escaping her lips as each one came undone.

  "Slowly, slowly, slave," hissed Lamia. She shook her head determinedly. "I can see your hurry already and that will not do! Take your time, slave, make every movement count!"

  Gulping feverishly, Tina tried to control herself. She freed the last button to the blouse and pulled the folds of the garment from the waist band of her skirt. She shrugged her shoulders and the blouse slipped down over her slender arms and hands and fell to the floor below.

  Lamia was sighing, with pleasure as the girl's bra-cupped breasts were revealed to her eyes. She watched intently as they rose and fell with the girl's labored breathing, straining against the confinement of her halter, obviously aching to be free and exposed to the light and incense-filled air of the room.

  Lovingly Tina dropped her hands to her skirt and fumbled with the zipper that held it together. Slowly she ran it down and around her left thigh, the slight hissing sound almost overcoming the loud, urgent noise of the continuing chanting. The skirt fell away from the girl's smooth thighs and sheer, tight panties and she held it for a moment between her fingers then let it join the blouse on the floor.

  "Excellent, excellent," gasped Lamia, her body shuddering involuntarily as more of the young girl's luscious body was revealed to her. "That is what I want to see! That is how I want you to act! Now, touch and caress yourself before going on! I want to see your hands riding over your flesh a bit before you reveal the rest of your secrets to me!"

  Tina moaned softly, the intense, violent fire burning hotter and hotter in her loins as she watched the beautiful, compelling woman running her eyes up and down over her full, ripe flesh.

  She danced her fingers upward, cupping them beneath her breasts. She curled her fingers around the magnificent globes and squeezed them lovingly. An aching, stabbing delight tore through her spheres and she sighed with contentment, as if it were someone else's hands gripping and kneading her luscious boobs and not her own.

  She could feel her nipples growing hard under her riding palms, digging into her flesh through the sheer material of the halter. She sliced the smooth flesh of her palms back and forth over the charming buds and soon they poked urgently through the bra, as stiff and hard as two large stones.

  Hungrily she ran her digits down over the warm, rippling flesh of her stomach. Her fingertips seemed to be on fire as she pressed against her hard, flat plain, rolling and dancing the seeking prongs ever downward toward her pulsating pussy.

  She felt her belly fluttering spasmodically as she caressed it and when she slithered her fingers over the hard, hot mound of her pussy she almost screamed with the intense, driving pleasure she received.

  "My body, my body is on fire," she murmured quietly, rocking back and forth on her heels. "Ohhh, Mistress, Mistress, my body is on fire for you! On fire, on fire!"

  She rubbed her fingers gently between her damp, warm thighs, feeling the creamy love juice that soaked her sheer underwear covering her fingers with a thin film of her liquid pleasure. She groaned loudly as the spasms of delight raced through her loins when she felt her greedy prongs riding along her throbbing cunt petals.

  She shook violently and felt the tingle of passion engulfing her. She rode the seeking spears along the cleft between her fluttering pussy lips and felt the intense heat rising up from her fevered cave. She spread her legs apart and slid her fingers over the tops of her thighs and back to the spongy swell of her delicious bottom. She cur
led her fingers around the darling half moons and gave them a soft, gentle squeeze. A ripple of warm delight rolled through her buttocks and licked pleasingly at the inner walls of her pussy. She kneaded and massaged the lovely buns, pulling them apart and squeezing them tenderly until her ass felt warm and damp with the growing pleasure of her attentive hands.

  "Ahhh, yes, yes, very good, very good," cooed Lamia, smiling a thin, cruel smile. "You are doing well, slave, very well, indeed! Now it is time for another useless piece of clothing to be removed. The bra, you useless whore, the bra, right now!"

  Eagerly Tina slithered her hands up to the back of her shoulders. She played with the single strap that held her bra together until she found the hook that secured it. She twisted her insistent digits and the snap came free. Her large, full breasts pushed urgently against the cups of the bra, forcing it away from her body. Tina dropped her arms and the halter fell quietly to the floor, exposing her luscious, jutting mounds to Lamia's eager eyes.

  The beautiful spheres jiggled enticingly under her gaze as the breathless girl sobbed loudly with the agony of trying to breathe. The pert globes stood proudly on her chest, the rosy, erect nipples pointing high in the air. Every time she moved the sweet boobs rocked and swayed on her ribcage and Lamia was growing more and more excited as each fiery moment passed.

  Gently Tina brought her hands around to the front of her body and cupped her luscious boobs in her hands. She squeezed them roughly in her grasp, rolling the nipples back and forth between her thumbs and forefingers. A sigh of aching need came from her as she felt the driving passion erupting in her loins while she caressed herself.

  "Ohhh, Mistress, Mistress," she moaned softly. "I feel so strange and different! So good and wonderful, yet wicked, so wicked!" Lovingly she rolled her digits over the pulsating mass of her tits, kneading and playing with the twin spheres of pleasure as she continued to attended to her aching flesh. She slithered the fingers down over her flat, warm stomach and danced them around the rim of her panties.

  "Go on, whore, go on," groaned Lamia, her own hands now roaming over her robe, playing and caressing her flesh through the folds of the gown. "Remove them, now! Remove the last trace of yourself right now!"

  Eagerly Tina hooked her thumbs in the band of her panties and slowly ran her palms over her buttocks and thighs, drawing the sheer, tight under garment down over her limbs. She dipped her legs and slid the panties over her smooth, white knees then pushed them the rest of the way to the floor.

  She stood up again, daintily stepping out of the pool of clothing at her feet. She spread her legs apart and moaned softly, her eyes half closed as she ran the tips of her fingers back up over her warm, trembling thighs.

  She felt her nails scraping the sides of her quivering pussy lips and she moaned in delight as she felt the powerful tremors of wanting boiling in her fevered womb. She ran her digits back and forth over the slippery dampness of her cunt petals, feeling them shiver and quake with the contact of her soft, caressing hand. Gently she swirled the tips of her fingers over her warm, twitching clit and pinched the darling nugget between her thumb and forefinger. She gasped with pleasure as she rolled the lovely button back and forth between her fingers, spasms of aching need tearing through her loins with a growing lust and desire.

  "Ahhh, that's good, that's good," hissed Lamia in a thick, harsh voice. Her eyes were locked on the young girl's hands playing with her shimmering cunt. "I am beginning to feel the pain of this pleasure! I am beginning to approach the sacred moment! Go on, slave, go on! Show me more, show me more!"

  Tina groaned loudly and slithered two of her fingers down along the cleft between her wet, swollen cunt lips. She moaned and shivered as the seeking prongs rode up and down between the throbbing petals and she braced herself for the moment that the insistent prongs would enter her.

  Gently she pressed the seeking digits against her fluttering, damp entrance. A spasm of intense delight tore through her when she twirled the spears around and slithered them beyond her fevered cave opening. She drove the shafts deep inside of her quaking pit, turning them round and round, scraping at her inner walls until the boiling fire of her wanting had reached an almost unbearable fevered pitch.

  She slipped her other hand around to her quivering, spongy buttocks and caressed them lovingly with her delicate fingers. As she rocked and swayed on her feet as kneaded the soft, pliant cheeks and rhythmically pumped her fingers in and out of her damp, hot tunnel, groaning and sighing with every measured stroke.

  Lamia watched intently, her insides churning with the building, aching desire that was rippling wildly through her. She smiled her cool, almost detached smile and took a step forward, standing now, just inches away from the swaying, almost hypnotized young girl.

  "Now it begins, now it begins," she whispered passionately. She reached out one long, slender black hand and caressed Tina's cheeks. The girl shuddered involuntarily and moaned softly in happiness. "Yes, yes, my slave! You feel wonderful don't you? You feel as if you were about to be lifted from the earth! You are right, little one, you are completely right!"

  Lovingly she curled her fingers around Tina's chin and drew her mouth toward her own.

  Tina moaned softly and shook uncontrollably as she felt Lamia's full, succulent petals caressing hers. Slowly their mouths moved back and forth against each other. A harsh, thick heat developed between them as Lamia drew the girl into her embrace. She danced the tip of her tongue across Tina's even, white teeth, pressing firmly, determined to part them and seek entrance to the moist interior of Tina's precious mouth.

  Tina shivered with lust as she felt Lamia's strong arms going around her shoulders. She groaned loudly and pressed her body tightly against the flowing robe. She felt the insistent pressure of Lamia's tongue against her teeth and she willingly parted them, allowing the urgent spear to slither over the teeth and stab hungrily at her own, pink dart.

  The two arrows of passion entwined and rode around each other as the women crushed their mouths hungrily together, kissing and darting with their tongues in a caress of angry greed. Tina gasped with delight under the driving force of Lamia's kiss and her body tingled with anticipation as she felt the woman's warm, soft fingers riding slowly down over her trembling back, gripping and kneading her pulsating spine as she went along.

  "Kiss me, slave, while I explore your burning flesh," the woman cooed softly against Tina's mouth, the delicious sensation of her fluttering lips building even more intense flames of wanting in her loins. "Kiss me deeply, whore! Kiss me as you have never kissed another!"

  As Tina urgently mashed her mouth back and forth across Lamia's full, luscious lips, her pink, pointed tongue stabbing hungrily at Lamia's own, she felt a shudder of expectation rippling through her pert, quivering buttocks. Tenderly Lamia slid the palm of her hand over Tina's pert, rounded bottom. She could feel the pleasing, tingling delight tearing through the young girl's flesh and she teasingly scraped her nails over the spongy cheeks as she rolled her palm over and under them.

  Tina groaned and quivered uncontrollably as she felt Lamia's wonderful hand cupping her darling ass. The woman gripped one soft, warm half moon in her fingers and squeezed roughly sending the sparks of pleasing pain shimmering through Tina's flesh. The girl gasped with delight and bucked her pliant cheeks against Lamia's greedy hand, sighing with satisfaction as the woman continued to massage her aching buns.

  Slowly Lamia rode the flat of her hand up and down along the tight, narrow cleft between the spongy moons. She could feel the warmth and dampness of Tina's quivering bottom and it pleased her to know how much she was creating an undeniable need in the young girl. She could feel the tiny, dark dot of Tina's asshole quivering against the pressure of her hand and she swiftly turned her fingers around and began massaging the unyielding dot, rolling and twirling her fingers around the taut entrance to Tina's anal tunnel.

  "Ohhh, God that's good, that so good, Mistress," the young girl sighed, rocking on unsteady feet, her head
swaying from left to right in a lazy manner. "My body feels so good, Mistress! Ohhh, please don't stop, don't ever stop, please!"

  Lamia laughed deeply, slithering her finger round and round the rim of the girl's palpitating asshole. She jammed the tip of the prong beyond the taut, hot entrance and Tina screamed with the intense mixture of pain and pleasure the penetration gave her. She tried to remain still as Lamia gently twirled the invading prong back and forth, driving it deeper and deeper into her hot, aching bum.

  She gasped with the throbbing delight that raced through her asshole as Lamia pushed her finger completely inside the tight, hot pit, burying it to the hilt against her soft, spongy buttocks.

  Greedily the young girl bucked her bottom against the hand, trying hard to make the woman roll and pump the prong inside of her. Tenderly Lamia began to ride the hot, damp tunnel with her sunken digit. She could feel the thick, warm juice of Tina's passion begin to flow and in moments her finger was driving back and forth with an ease that Tina would not have thought possible.

  The young girl swayed from left to right and bucked her ass hard against the driving prong. She ran her own hands up to the jutting mounds of Lamia's breasts and curled her fingers around the woman's magnificent tits, squeezing them urgently through the full, thick robe.

  The huge globes felt rock hard in her grasp and she wanted desperately to hear the woman moaning and crying out as passionately as she knew she was. Lamia shuddered lightly under the kneading, massaging movement of the girl's fingers and she ran her free hand down over Tina's chest, pinching the tender, pink nubs of her nipples with her fingers and rubbing the smooth, warm alabaster background with her palm.