*This is an excerpt from the much larger chapter. Check out r/Ariella for the full chapter 2 and 3. I did not post any of chapter two here to r/Erotica because it did not contain any erotica. It was world building and a character building chapter. Let me know what you think. And, as always, enjoy!*
Chastity opened the door, holding the same lit candelabra that Michael had used that first night here. “It is time. Put this on.” She held out a robe of soft, black silk. Ariella wrapped it around herself and tied it tight, nervousness making her hands shake. The robe was hemmed short, falling to just below the swell of her ass and it was thin, see through material.
“Should I be worried?” Ariella asked, hoping for some relief of her anxiety.
“I have no idea,” Chastity said. That was definitely not the answer she wanted. Her anxiety grew inside her, threatening to cause her to panic. Ilara’s words returned to her “you must dominate.” Ariella took in a deep breath, holding it in, her heart pounding in her ears and with blowing it out, she managed to break some of the tension she felt. I will dominate, whatever the trial, I will pass, she thought.
Ariella passed the door, following Chastity’s naked form, and was suddenly blinded. A bag had been put over her head from behind, and strong, rough hands, grabbed at her wrists. A rope was quickly tied around them as she struggled to break free. Her anxiety rushed back in, filling her with dread. Her struggles were pointless, and with in seconds her wrists were tied behind her back and the rope was being passed around her ankles. She was lifted into the air and her feet were wrenched up behind her back painfully, to be tied to the restraints on her wrists. Screaming at them was not helping nor did it slow them down. Through the hood she could glance the light, making tiny, bright dots in her vision. Chastity had stopped, probably to watch. That bitch.
Having completed tying her up, the two men carried her down the stairs, following Chastity and the light. They went into the entrance hallway and behind the stairs, opening a door beneath the stairs. Ariella could feel the bumps as they descended a staircase. The smells that rose up to her were earthy, like their passage way had been dug out of the ground. She could hear chanting coming from up ahead.
They passed into a chamber that was well lit and the chanting became louder. Ariella was set down on a cold, stone surface, her naked flesh rising in chill bumps. Her nipples rose instantly at the cold sensation and she quivered. The bag was removed in a flash and the bright light from the torches surrounding the chamber made her clench her eyes shut.
The chanting stopped. Ariella opened her eyes and strained her neck to look up. On a small dais, Ilara sat in a large, ornately carved wooden chair. It was carved with the same, small figures that were locked in the throws of pleasure that the rest of the furniture had. The only difference here being that these figures actually moved. It was not a trick of the eye and Ariella could almost hear the whispered moans coming from the carvings. Standing next to her chair was a woman that Ariella had never seen before.
This new comer stood tall, taller even than Ariella herself, to the right of Ilara, off the dais. She was dressed in a see through, white silk dress that flowed down her curvaceous form to her ankles. It was held to her figure at the waist by a golden looped belt. Her long, straight black hair fell to her waist. The woman was looking down at Ariella, smiling warmly, a look in her eyes that filled Ariella with an inexplicable fear. She couldn’t tell from her vantage point, but it appeared that her irises were a red, rust-like color. How odd.
She bent her head around to glimpse the rest of the room. Ariella lay in the middle of a room seemingly cut from stone with one entrance she could see, presumably up the stairs back into the house, the way they had come down. Torches were placed in sconces all around the chamber, casting their dancing light over the entire room. The six men and women that Ariella had been with when she first arrived here were standing in intervals around the room, all naked. She lay in the middle of a stone circle, carved into the floor. There seemed to be ornate symbols carved into the stone that separated her circle from the rest of the floor, but she could not see them with enough detail to make them out.
“Your first trial of the night will begin,” Ilara clapped her hands. Nothing happened. She didn’t hear any footsteps approaching her. She craned her head around, arching her back uncomfortably and nothing had changed. Ariella looked back up to Ilara with confusion when she felt a sudden slap on her ass.
Ariella yelped from the stinging sensation on her buttocks. She turned to see who had slapped her. A man, lithe and beautiful knelt next to her. His features were soft, almost feminine, but the muscles on his chest and abdomen were well defined and bespoke a hardness to him. He was nude, and she glimpsed his dick hanging limp.
Ariella felt a desire rise up in her. She wanted him to touch her more, rub his hand on her wet mound. A sudden sense of wetness between her legs made her squirm. He seemed to be aware of it and rubbed his middle finger down her crack, over her tight asshole and pushed it into her pussy. He pulled out slowly, savoring the moan that escaped her lips and dove back in, pushing hard and fast. His left hand began kneading he buttocks, his fingers slipping between her ass cheeks to tickle her rear entrance.
Another hand, a third hand, began to caress her lower back, massaging the muscles. She gasped at this sensation and turned her head the opposite way. There was another man, not as effeminate as his counter part, but still with soft features. His dick too, was hanging limp. The second man began to push her robe up and she shift as best she could to lift up so it could be moved. His hands explored her back, ranging up to her shoulders and neck, massaging any tension that had been there away.
She eased into a rhythm with one man fingering her and playing with her asshole and the other rubbing his hands on her skin. An orgasm built inside her, coming fast and strong. Her breath was heavy and loud, moaning out each breath.
“I told you she would fail,” said the strange woman standing beside Ilara. She did not try to hide her comment.
Ariella’s mind snapped back. Be dominant. She knew now that she must not succumb to their pleasuring, she must take control. But how, being hog tied and practically helpless. Ariella fought back the orgasm and a thought occurred to her.
“Can I taste your dick? I desperately want to taste both of you. Please, give it to me,” she purred at them. “I have been a good girl and I think you should reward me by filling my….” Her words were cut off by the sudden motion of her being lift to her knees by her restraints. The man fingering her had pulled out suddenly and grabbed her. Back arching painfully, she came to rest on her knees, slightly bent backward but able to rest somewhat comfortably.
Both men appeared in front of her, their dicks in hand, semi-hard. She opened her mouth and the approached her at the same time. There were many things that she had never done before, and now she could cross suck two dicks at the same time off that quickly shortening list.
Both heads entered her mouth, stretching her wide. She played her tongue across them, flicking first at one then the other. There was a small sense of warmth creeping into her. She felt it first in her loins, building in much the same way her orgasms did. Without really knowing what she was doing, she attuned herself to that feeling and it flooded into her, filling her with heat. Ariella was now moving her mouth up and down on shaft and would switch to the other for a few seconds before switching back. Both men were fully erect, above average sized dicks in her face. She looked up at them and they were both staring at her ministrations with lust fully visible on their faces.
She formed the power, shaping it with her will and pushed at the smaller of the two men while saying, “I would be able to service my two master better if my hands were untied.” Without a word, he moved behind her and began untying the knots. Within seconds her hands were free and the restraints were loose enough on her ankles that she might be able to slide out, if the need arose.
She turned to the man still standing in front of her and grasped his shaft with one hand and began licking on the head, intermittently bobbing up and down with dick, jerking it into her mouth. The smaller man returned to her front and grabbed her hand, placing it on his balls. She kneaded them, harder than she need to, but it elicited a sharp intake of breath, followed by a moan. Ariella pulled him by the balls closer to her and put her mouth on his dick while stroking the larger man.
Ariella worked back and forth for several minutes, wondering what she needed to do to make them come for her. She tried forming the thought that the smaller man wanted to come, and it spring to her quickly and easily. Pushing the thought toward him, she could feel the warmth recede some. With her hand massaging his balls and her mouth working his shaft, he threw his head back, grunted loudly and thrust down her throat, releasing his seed with each pump deeper. She was able to relax her throat, and took his seed in his mouth. She didn’t swallow it and she couldn’t say why she held it in her mouth, but it seemed the right thing to do.
Having finished pumping her mouth full of his hot semen, he stumbled back, away from her and fell to the floor. At the moment of impact, he vanished, seeming to fall through the floor and Ariella yelped in surprise. The remaining man pushed his dick back into her face, grabbing the back of her head. She opened for him, letting him fill her mouth. He thrust into her mouth, deep down her throat, hard. He pulled back and began fucking her face while he continued to hold her head, using it as leverage to pull her all the way down his length. Ariella clenched her eyes closed at the sensation of have her mouth and throat fucked so roughly and grabbed onto his ass with both hands. He pulled out long enough for her to take a deep breath and then plunged back in again, going faster this time.
When he let her take another breath, she quickly popped her index finger into her mouth, letting it gather some saliva and semen on it. She sucked on it, looking up at the man, impatience on his features. Her finger was now thoroughly soaked, she allowed him to resume his thrusting.
Ariella wound her arm around his legs and played with his ass. She formed the image of her fingering his asshole and him coming in her mouth and pushed it to him. He relaxed his thrusting, unclenching his cheeks. She slipped her finger between his ass and found his asshole. With the spit and cum on it, she penetrated his easily. She held her hand steady and he pumped back and forth, deeper in her and further off her finger, the pulling back, pushing himself down on her hand. She waggled her finger when it plunged into him and within seconds, he was grunting, trying to hold back from getting off. He didn’t last. He grunted loudly and made short thrusting motions as he added his semen to the cum already there. He stepped back, and knelt down, disappearing the same as his counter part had.
Ariella heard clapping. Everyone except for the woman wearing the white dress was clapping softly.
“You have passed the first part. Here spit that in this,” Ilara said, pulling a silver chalice out from beside her chair. “On you knees.”
Ariella crawled over to Ilara, and spit the semen in the cup that was held out for her.
“Now for something a little more challenging,” Ilara said, a twisted smile on her face.
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