Tuesday, November 29, 2011
The Voodoo Hut
Porn Star Models : Adam Proctor CeCe Luminos
I know you want it all – my tits, ass, and cock. I found out just how much you want it my first debut night here. My perfectly sculpted breasts, perky nipples, and long blonde hair lured you in. It was too much to turn away from, even when you saw my 8 inch hard cock throbbing under my short skirt. Or should I say “especially” instead of “even”, because you sex animals only got hornier when I put your hand on my hard shaft and milked pre-cum into your fingertips and told you to lick it like a good cocksucker.
My first 36 hours turned into non-stop sex. When you have both tits and cocks to suck, and love giving it as much as receiving it, the sexual variations can keep you rocking cocks to no end. Being the ultimate, gorgeous, oversexed Tranny Femme Doll in Second Life is sexier than I ever imagined. Yet after a few days of being adored, pampered, paid, fucked, sucked, and proven irresistible even to men who claim to be “straight” (claim being the operative word, haha) I had to find a way to bring me out, out to the limits, and beyond. I needed to be free, to fuck and be pure wicked sex. It was driving me crazy, until one night I set out on a mission to find where my new unlimited body can have all the cock and cum it can handle – and then more.
Drifting the darker streets, I heard an enchanting music coming from an oddly adorned door. The lights inside would pulse red, then green, then a golden color, yet the outside was forgettable. Nothing could hint at what hid inside. Not even a sign. As I approached the door, I became aware that others had their eyes on me, which is not rare, but in this case, they knew I would disappear inside and be changed, so they eyed me with devilish delight.
Entering, I looked up and saw cut into the wood sash “VOODOO RAPE HUT.” The “Holy Shit’ my mind said was drowned by the “Fuck yeah!” that dominated my fears and replaced them with lust. I looked around. A hot sexy woman behind the bar, a few men lingering in the shadows. The décor was too much to ignore, so that caught my mind. As did the music, which had an eerie, creeping presence in me. There were ropes as décor everywhere, but not formally placed. A few wooden tables that looked like they were made by hand and spent a decade in a swamp or forest. Very animalistic décor, rough and there were blood stains on some of it. There was an old woman in the corner that lit u a sort of incense and began talking to herself. I could see her eyeing me, but didn’t care. I was there for cock and orgasms, and to figure out if this is where my new life can really come out. In a side alcove there was a tree with ropes dangling from branches.
The bar tops were of Hard wood with slash marks from chains, maybe. The lighting kept on pulsing. I came for a sex high, but now was so consumed with this place that I had to give it some time to settle into my mind. So I walked all the way around into the back. Some more men. The men were toned and sexy, macho, yet hanging back from me. Just eyed me, smiled sick grins which made me wet, and then walked in what can only be called an evasive way. Wow, for a rape bar, it seemed more like an aquarium, the way that fish evade you until they see you modify for them and then they are curious later. I opened my top and let my full upper tits show off.
Ah yes, that got the attention, and my nipples got instantly hard. My cock was throbbing as it was tucked away still. I knew I would blow a lot of huge loads tonight somehow.
I slowly heard in the music there were sounds of sex, the moans of hot sexy girls and a few grunts from the men. Plus voices. Voices seemed to be echoing in my ears but I could not find the source. Not that I cared. Then I realized that some of the voices were in the music, others were coming from the people that held back from me.
In the side room there was a futon. Above it a picture of a sexy younger woman flashing her pussy. Hmmmm, the rape room perhaps? No, they didn’t need to come back here for that, this is where longer sexual surrender to what you are designed to do would happen.
I returned to the main room. The music and smoke, with the pulsing lights, had a numbing effect on my mind. The sexy bartender was exotic looking, must have had some Creole in her, busty and all sex. She already had a drink poured for me, “the house special” which I sipped. It tasted so intoxicating, in fact I swooned a bit and looked around.
I saw two of the older people, a man and woman, start at the door and, it took me a while, but I realized that they were following my steps now. Walking right where I walked. And they would sprinkle some dirt, like, fine dirt from a garden with some twigs in it or leaves or something, right where I walked. They did this like it was carefully measured. And moved like they were acting out a play. The smoke from the burning tray was carried past me, and it entered my lungs as I took another sip. My cock instantly got hard and my body felt like the whole thing was a sexual organ. My mind started to empty. All I could think of was the words , the sexual words, that played in the music. The drink was going down in a few gulps. With every sip, the one urge or word or craving that kept building was “cum.” Not just building up my own cum, but, my mind was repeating dozens of cum shots, cum loads aimed to my open mouth.
“Hard to remember how you got here?” I turned to my right and a mysterious woman wearing a veil on her hat was there, as if my shadow, she moved with me. “Hard … to remember.” I thought, and the words came out slowly, “No, I walked here.” The bartender spoke up while waving some of the smoky ashtrays, “But before, how you were obsessed with finding yourself here, you don’t care to remember that, or where you came from, do you?” I couldn’t really grasp the question. It was confusing me. My sex drive was out of control and they were talking to me. “Not even your footprints are left, sucked up by the earth like you suck up sex.” “I suck up sex” was my reply. I listened as one voice came in through my right ear, and one from my left. “Walking into a rape hut means two things: you need limitless sex, and your first step into that world needs to be forced.” My old self came out and I laughed, but it was not funny, it was like some part of me was laughing at another part of me. The Bartender continued, “The drink makes you crave cum, you just can’t swallow enough, your mouth feels empty.” “What? No, that’s not normally the case.” I said. Then the woman laughed, “How can you say that when you cannot remember your old normal ways? In fact, you cannot even remember how to walk out of this bar until you complete what you came in here to do.”
Hearing this, I decided that I should stand up and stop this, just for amusement. But as I walked toward the door, the second my feet hit the spot that they covered with the dirt, I stopped and in an instant spun around until my feet would only walk in the same footprints I made before. Everyone watching chuckled. “You came in here of your own accord, and in doing so, gave up your free will,” the old woman said. “All you exist for from now on will begin in this rape hut.” My feet could not control where they went, they followed the steps.
I started walking toward the back, but this time, there were men, men that appeared from nowhere. Hot, sexy men. And all of them had their cocks out in their hands. Hard, sexy cocks. Five, six, seven, eight men. All dripping cum. As I passed each one, my fingers couldn’t help but touch the cocks to get some pre-cum off of them. “You’re exactly what we needed,” one man said. Another said, ‘There’ll be nothing left of you but the cumslut and cock whore your mouth wants you to be by the time the spell finishes transforming you.” By now there was nothing I could do, and nothing I wanted to do but suck and fuck! I tasted each cock, and then, when I felt the hardest one with the best taste and most pre-cum, he knew he was the one.
Suddenly he grabbed me hard by the wrist and pulled me to the tree. The ropes and chains that hung down were quickly wrapped around me. The words seemed to be part of the ropes, and indeed the ropes were stained with the words, “Obey” “Cumslut” “Whore Time” “My Pet Awaken” “Animal” “Cock” and other words. Bound by these words, I could feel that this first time of Cock Suck Rape would change me forever.
While I could feel the ropes tie around me, my mind was already forcing me into the chained position, ready to suck the first cock of the rape. The man was bald, with big muscles, and I knew he wanted me to suck. I looked up at him, and in a second he grabbed my head and my mouth naturally opened. He started fucking my mouth with his cock. The moment it entered I felt my whole being change.
The voodoo was turning me into something that would exist as a pure sexual animal, needing sex so much I would go to any extreme to get cock that tasted this good. The feeling of the cock head pulsing was like nothing I felt before, even though I had sucked cock before, this time it was pumping into my mouth and shaping everything about me. Soon I had a cock in each hand, and other cocks waiting for me to suck them, too.
I’ve never wanted cock so bad, and wanted lots of cock, so much, as now. But this was intense! They surrounded me with their cocks and I began sucking them, so many cocks, I could not keep my mind at all. The moment that my mouth was empty I had to fill it again. Then things got intense.
Suddenly the big muscled guy picked me up and bent me over a saddle on a bar that hung down from the ceiling. In front of me was a man with a hard on for me to suck. Behind me was another man, and he was ramming his cock into my ass! I would lurch forward and the cock in front would be rammed deeper into my throat, which made me lurch back, impaling me on the cock behind me. They made me swing back and forth, penetrating me deeper as one raped my mouth and the other raped my ass. Yet I was in sexual heaven. Nothing mattered.
An incredibly sexy woman appeared in the shadows, dressed in black to highlight her black hair. Her tits were perfect and big. Slaves kissed her feet. When she spoke I realized hers was the voice in the music. “Awaken to your new life. You will be a slave to the commands you swallowed just like you are addicted to the cum you swallowed. Every cock will addict you more. You can never retrace your steps out of this world I now chain you to.
The rape of your mouth and ass will define you as a Whore, a cum slut, needing cum constantly, using your sexy Tranny Femme Doll tits to lure in first time cum suckers. One suck on your cock will addict them to serving me. And I will use you all the time, tearing men who I trick into envisioning you away from the female bodies they love and make them obsessed with sucking both tits and cocks from you. Tonight, you will transform completely, into what you craved to become, beyond any limits, beyond any return to your old life or a free will.
You will have sex on a level not humanly possible, and I will control your dreams, days, and body. You will never stop sucking cock or having your cock sucked. And every time that you come looking for cock, you will pay me for transforming you into what you desire.”
I was sucking and being fucked as I heard her words and voice. I was so drunk with sexual cravings and satisfaction that I could only accept them.
The sexiest man, the one who led me to the tree, was now leading me into the room with the futon. We were taking turns using each other as we desired. The others had raped me so many times that I lost count of how many cum loads I swallowed.
Thrown onto the futon, he engulfed my cock and sucked it so strongly that I could feel endless ropes of cum forming. He pushed me back and I reached down and stroked his cock as he sucked. Other men came in and began sucking my tits as I stroked their cocks until they came all over my face. Again and again, as I was forced to orgasm while being sucked I made one cum load explode after another.
I lost track of time. Other men came, new men, and I would try to leave the hut but my feet would turn around and lure another man into the tree. Soon I would be chained to performing as a good whore would give up her ass and cock and mouth to any man that could cum for her. I loved watching the men suck my cock, especially if it was their first one. And it was all I lived for.
Some time toward dawn, I found myself walking on the street. I do not know how I got there. My mouth was craving more cum, but slowly I was finding my way home. My ass hurt but the orgasms I had while being fucked were so intense that all I wanted was more.
I slowly returned to where I was before, and turned around and could not remember anything except that I had so much sex I didn’t want to leave.
At home, I knew all would be different now. I could hear the voice of the sexy woman commanding me back to her. And knew that tomorrow I would repeat this, without choice or desire to go back, to what I could not remember.