Willowbrook Manor

Chapter 1- Dedication

The temple walls echoed with the slow beat of the drums, mirroring the beat of Vanya’s heart as the procession of temple virgins snaked its way up to the main dais. Each of the seven girls had been selected for her flawless beauty, each representing a different form of body. Atop the dais the priest initiates were already waiting, their bronzed chests glistening as the light from the chandeliers sparkled off of freshly applied coats of oil. The oil was the only thing they wore, and Vanya could feel the damp begin between her legs as she saw the rather impressive erections that many of them were already sporting. She took a deep breath, hoping to use one of the many meditation techniques that the Sisters had taught her to steady herself. Instead she got a strong whiff of the incense burning in the many braziers flanking the wall. Her pulse began to race as the potent aphrodisiacs, deliberately mixed with the normal incense, entered her blood and began to take effect. Another breath and then another, and what had once been a faint damp turned into a trickle of liquid arousal as she rubbed her thighs together in anticipation.

The tempo of the drums picked up as the line of virgins finally reached the dais, steadily picking up in time until they abruptly cut off. The seven girls stood in a line, spaced exactly three feet apart at the shoulders as they stood and faced their thirty-five counterparts. The drums picked up again, this time using a slow roll like approaching thunder as the ends of the male line began to march down the dais stairs, careful to keep their gaze averted from where the girls stood while they formed a large ring around the girls. Once the circle was complete the drummers changed for the final time, ripping into a new rhythm that raced as fast as they could pound the drumheads. Vanya felt as if each beat was racing across her skin, begging her to get up and dance along with them.

The circle of men thundered as they all snapped towards the girls in unison. Their erections jutted forward, pointing towards the girls as if to select their partners for the coming ritual. Vanya’s eyes scanned the men standing before her, trying to determine who had been selected for her. The partnering had been determined long before by the temple elders, but only the men knew which woman had been selected for them, having been forced to memorize the image of her face as part of their preparations for the ceremony.

One man in particular stood out to her, the faint smirk on his face telling her that he would be her first. Unlike the men standing next to him, all of whom looked overly eager and ready, his eyes were half closed and his breathing was slower and more even. He was almost totally relaxed, as if in defiance of everything that was going on around him. On an sudden impulse she glanced down, had to bite her lip to keep from letting out a small gasp. The men standing before her had all been selected for their physical qualities as much as anything else, but even with that in mind he stood out amongst the others. If they were the best of the best, then that made him the incarnation of physical perfection. Vanya shuddered as her small trickle of desire turned into a steady stream of arousal.

The girls separated from one another and headed towards the ring of me, which in turn advanced around them. Vanya was pleased when the man she had been staring at advanced to almost directly in front of her. Four more men joined him, surrounding her in a smaller version of the circle they had all been standing in before. She knelt gracefully as they took their positions, then bent at the waist with her arms outstretched before her, prostrating herself before them. Though she couldn’t see it in the position she was holding they in turn bowed low to her. It was a highly stylized way of saying, “Thank you for being my first,” but just as formal and important as what was about to come. She returned to the kneeling position, and immediately found herself confronted by three cocks, each bobbing slightly as the blood pulsed through them. The man in the center was the one from before, and she smiled at the half lidded look of lust in his eyes.

Now it was time to begin, and she did exactly as her instructors had taught her. Reaching up with her right hand she closed her thumb and forefinger behind the crown of his cock, leaning forward as she gently peeled back the foreskin. She placed her lips at the very tip of his cock, allowing his girth to part her lips as she slowly took him into her mouth. She took him as deep as she could, using her tongue to press him against the roof of her mouth, She relaxed the pressure slightly as she slid off of him, then repeated the maneuver two more times. She gave him one last lick, using the very tip of her tongue to tease him one last final time before she moved on to the next man in the circle. She was not quite done with him, however, and even as she began to suck on the next man in line she continued to stroke his cock with her left hand.

The men said and did nothing as she sucked and stroked them, giving them all the same treatment that she had given the first man. They continued to hold their position until she had completed the circle, at which point they made their move. As one creature they bent down and seized hold of her. Their iron grips would leave her slightly bruised in the morning, but she hardly cared about that as they lifted her high into the air, flipping her over in the process so that she was facing the ceiling. The men who held her arms and stomach closed their mouths over her nipples, grazing them lightly with their teeth, and her body shuddered at their erotic assault.

The first man stood before her and turned her head up, forcing her to look him in the eye as he stroked his chin thoughtfully. He knelt down slightly, so that his lips were level with her ear and whispered, “After tonight, you shall belong to me and no other. Other men might try and possess you, but when you feel the fires of passion building in your belly it will be my voice you hear, my face you envision, and my touch that you will feel.” He stood back over her again, their eyes meeting for the briefest instant before he kissed her, hard and demanding. Her forced her mouth open, his teeth tugging at her lower lip. His tongue slid inside, seeking hers out. She yielded to him readily, letting his tongue twirl about hers.

He pulled away suddenly, and though she tried to make the contact last a little bit longer he did nothing to help her. He snapped his fingers once, the sharp crack audible over the still beating drums. At his command her bearers turned in a circle and flipped her over, so that she was facing the floor and he alone was standing between her legs, spread wide by the men who held them.

He began to rub the head of his cock at the entrance to her sex, just barely grazing her clit each time. Her back arched with pleasure, her hips rolling in a desperate bid to seize him and take him inside of her. Her hands grasped for the first thing that they could find, greedily taking hold of the erections of the men standing closest to her, stroking them furiously as her own lust mounted. She was lost to a desire so strong that she didn’t even notice that he had stopped his teasing and had instead positioned himself directly in line with her cunt, his hands gripping her hips to steady himself.

He thrust, and she screamed out in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he sheathed himself inside of her, thrusting to the hilt as he broke through her virgin barrier in one solid push. Her hips bucked in response to him bottoming out inside of her, her walls squeezing him tightly. He withdrew ever so slightly then plunged back into her, time and time again. Each time her sex would clench, trying to hold him inside of her, trying to prolong the pleasure, but each time he would escape only to claim her once more.

The men who had been holding her legs released her. Instinct kicked in as she wrapped her legs about his hips, rocking their bodies back and forth each time he slammed into her. She unconsciously squeezed the members in her hands, proving too much for one of the men. He came hard, splashing her side with his come, semen and sweat mixing as it flowed down her side to drip to the floor.

The men who had been holding her legs moved around to the other side. She found herself looking up at them as the first man continued to pound between her legs, maintaining a fast pace that pushed her screaming towards orgasm. One of the man wrapped her hair around her head and pulled it up. She gasped at the sudden shock of pain, only to nearly choke as he shoved his cock into her mouth.

Instinct as much as training took over as she locked her mouth around his shaft, stopping him from forcing it down her throat. Caressing him with her tongue, she slowly rolled his foreskin away from the head of his member, exposing the most sensitive parts. She held him still for just a moment, enjoying the feel of him quivering inside of her mouth as much as his slightly salty taste. She leaned into him as far as the men holding him would allow, until he was edging against the back of her mouth. Her teeth closed down gently until she had a decent grip on him. She pulled back, taking his foreskin with her and pulling it over the crown of his cock. She paused to swirl her tongue around his tip before slowly pushing his skin back. Another of the men came, spilling on to her back just as the man in her mouth groaned his own climax. His seed was bitter and salty, but she swallowed every drop and still craved more. Obligingly he stepped back, allowing another man to take his place as he did his turn holding her up.

Between her legs the first grunted and stopped thrusting, his cock buried deep inside of her. She felt him shudder as his orgasm ripped through him, taking her along for the ride. His cum mixed with her juices, so that a little trickled out after him as he pulled out. Just as her own orgasm began to fade another man took his place, thrusting hard and deep inside of her.

On and on it went, the men taking turns using her body however they pleased. Some came in her mouth, others in her pussy, while the rest soaked her body in their seed, letting their come fall as it would. She had long ago lost count of how many times they had come for her, just as she was so blitzed on pleasure that she could no longer tell where one orgasm ended and another began. They all had incredible stamina, but one by one they fell away exhausted, forcing her into new positions. As they put her down they made it so that she was on all fours, one moving to make use of her ass as the others continued to use what ever came to hand. As the next few fell out, she found herself straddling a man on his back, until he rolled out from beneath her so that another might take his place.

In the end she found herself on her knees, looking up at the man who had begun with her. By then all of the others had retreated, too tired to continue. There was a brief moment when she was caressing his cock with her hand where she wondered how he had done it. Had he simply waited until now, saving himself for this? Or did he simply have the stamina to last this long? But it was only for a moment. By now all the other circles had spent themselves, but the drums continued to beat. As long as the drums continued to beat, the ritual must continue, and that meant that the drums were beating for them. They were the ritual. She ran her tongue along the length of his cock, starting at the base near his sac and working her way to the tip with a zig zag pattern. There was a slight taste of musk to him now, and she realized it was the taste of her juices drying on his skin.

She continued to suck on him for several moments, until he pushed her down and away from him. As she lay down on her back he knelt between her legs, spreading her lips with his fingers. He positioned himself at her entrance, then sheathed himself inside of her with a single stroke. Her walls had already been well stretched over the course of the night, but even then she could still feel him moving inside of her. She wrapped her legs around him, trying to pull him deeper into her as he began to thrust. Unlike the frenzied paces of the others, he maintained a much steadier rhythm, one that made sure that she could feel each and every thrust. One massive hand cupped her ass, pulling her into him, while the other went about the back of her neck. By then she was too far gone, lost in a haze of pleasure and exhaustion, just letting the sensations wash over her body. She didn’t even realize that he had spent himself until his body stopped moving, and that she could hear the ragged sounds of his breathing. Behind them, the drums had stopped.

They were too exhausted to move, let alone disentangle themselves. Even when he had gone soft there was still a small portion of his cock inside of her. Thus they were still like that when her eyes closed and sleep took her.

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