Fine Italian Wine: Chapter 03 - Sex Stories

Fine Italian Wine: Chapter 03

... ran out the corners of her mouth onto her breasts. For an instant Sherri knew that it was blood. Then a smoldering root was brought forward. The smoke arose to her nostrils. The shaman grunted. Sherri inhaled the smoke. Someone threw a powder in the flaming pit in the middle of the room. The light flashed and she got a glimpse of an image in a glass container. She blinked and it was her face. A leopard’s markings covered her face and shoulders. Her ears were cat ears which were partially hidden by a leopard’s mane. She opened her mouth and long fangs appeared. Sherri attempted to speak! The sound of a leopard’s roar filled her ears. She looked down at her hands. They had been replaced by a leopard’s claws. She looked down. A leopard’s tail curled around her hind legs. She looked for James. A leopard was sitting on the throne. When she looked, it roared at her. Arms picked her up and placed her on the rough-hewn wooden altar at the foot of the stairs. They placed her leopard legs beneath her in a crouch. She looked at the James-Leopard and roared. He bounded down from the dais and leaped on to the sacrificial altar. He landed on the altar behind her. Growling and snarling, he climbed on her from behind. The mighty leopard’s penis penetrated her womanhood. Sherri-Leopard began whimpering as her vagina felt the pleasure of the leopard-phallus. It plunged to the depths of her soul and to the pit of her most sensual pool of love. She closed her eyes. She shook her head and opened ...

... her eyes. She was on her back, and a priest with a hideous tribal mask was atop her. His phallus had entered her body. She felt her vagina-temple contracting. She accepted that she was the sacrifice. Her reward was pleasure beyond belief! Her body was undulating. She wrapped her legs around the temple priest and began screaming. “Fuck me! James! Make me your sacrifice!” she screamed. Priest after priest sacrificed her on the altar of pleasure. *** Sherri was led to a place in the center of the room. Her hands were tied between two huge wood-carved black phalluses. The room was dark. The light from a log fireplace caused patterns to dance on the walls. The light played an eerie game with the tribal regalia of hideous faces, weapons of battle, and animal heads. Sherri’s eyes became fixed on the head of a leopard. Its eyes came alive in the dancing light. Her mind flashed back to the leopard in the sacrifice chamber. She started to speak, but the roar of a leopard escaped from her mouth. She cleared her throat and spoke again. This time her voice was clear. “James? Are you there, master?” she whispered. The leopard leaped from the wall and approached her as if it was stalking its prey. It rose up on its two back feet. She desperately tried to get away! Sherri blinked. It wasn't a leopard. It was a shaman with a leopard mask. He was holding a whip of reeds. She watched his hand go up and come down. Sherri felt the whip come down across her back. She felt no pain. The blows were ...