Violet always had been a curious girl, passionate about history and ancient languages, always wanting to learn more, to understand better ancient culture. She was a shy small girl, with ginger hair and blue eyes. But under this shyness was hiding a world a imagination and creative fantasy. In her imagination, she was at the same time a desperate romantic, and a complete slut. She was horny all the time, even if she never dared to talk to a boy, and could only masturbate dreaming of a hot lover who would be the one able to take her to the greatest pleasure. Someone able to teach her to please him and able to explore her body freely. She was still daydreaming, reading an old book on witchcraft when she found a slip of paper between two pages. It was written in an ancient akkadian language, and it was obviously a copy of a much ancient stela. After some hours translating the text, she finally understood it. It was just an old ritual to invoke some kind of spirit, but the introduction was quite strange.

“There is an evil in the woods. An ancient spirit, a powerful god. Beware humans of this ritual, he will give you power, but will make you his slave. He will help you, but will own you. Only if you want to be his and serve him, only if you are ready to surrender to him should you use this ritual”

Then the text went on to describe the ritual.

Violet scoffed at the ridiculous introduction. That was preposterous, how could the people at the time be so stupid as to believe this? But she couldn’t help to realize the wetness between her leg. The idea of being owned by a powerful spirit was getting her horny, and the more she was thinking about it, the more she was fantasizing. She had to leave the library or it would become impossible to hold. The evening in her bed, she masturbated imagining this evil owning her body, just for fun she decided not to come, “pretending” that he owned her pleasure now. And she decided to try the ritual. Of course she didn’t believe in it, but just the idea of doing the ritual was so hot, and she felt in her body that she needed a bit of magic in her sexual life.

She waited for the next full moon and went into the wood, wearing only a light dress, her way being lit only by a candle. She had with her a little bag containing all the elements needed for the ritual. She had shaved all of her body except for her head, and she had washed herself in the river as mentioned in the paper. She followed the river until she reached a clearing as indicated on the map. In the middle of the clearing was a massive oak tree and a small and ancient dolmen. She removed her dress, and holding only her candle, a blindfold and a piece of rope, she walked barefoot to the dolmen. She put the candle on the dolmen, using the rope to make a ring around it. Her body was dimly lit by the candle, surrounded by darkness. Her pale skin was almost glowing, her firm breasts, small but perky, her thing legs, everything was on display. She could feel herself getting wet, naked in the woods, the wind chilling her skin. She put the blindfold on, and knelt in front of the dolmen.

“Powerful god, great spirit, I beg you to accept my submission. I want to be yours and to serve you, I wish to be your slave and your servant on this earth. I will follow each order, I will obey your every desire. My body will be yours, and so will my soul. I want to please you and I want you to use me, to abuse me in every way you wish. I beg you, my lord, to accept this slave’s submission!” She felt so good, this was so exciting, so perfect. It was such a fetish come true. She could feel her pussy leaking, wetter than ever. She was slightly moving her thigh, hoping to rub even if just a bit, the itch she was starting to feel. Of course she knew nothing would happen. Of course it was only superstition. But god it was so hot. She waited a bit. Nothing. She decided that it was time to masturbate and call it a day.

“I accept your submission, slave”

Her heart skipped a bit. The words seemed to come from every direction at the same time. The voice was deep and powerful. Was it someone praying a prank? Maybe she should remove her blindfold? She felt a deep breath on her neck, too deep for a human. It looked more like an animal than any possible human.

“Start masturbating for your master” said the voice. And she felt a massive hand on hers.

Hypnotized by the voice, Violet let the stranger’s hand guide hers between her legs. He guided one of her fingers on her pelvis, brushing against the shaved skin around her pussy. She needed to feel some stimulation, she needed to touch her clit, but the creature was slowly avoiding it, only circling around it, getting closer, and every time she thought that he would finally allow her to touch her clit, he was going back further, until she could not hold it.

“Please Sir, I beg you. I know I belong to you, I know you can do anything you want to be with my body, but please sir, I need to touch myself, I beg you my Master. Please, I need it” she pleaded, whimpering. His hands felt so good on her body that she wasn’t even sure that she could not come even if didn’t touch her pussy. The creature laughed, and his second hand started to explore the rest of her body. She felt his hand covering one breast, going gown on her belly, caressing her legs. Then he put one hand on her throat, and while slightly choking her, whispered to her hear : “Don’t forget your place, slave, you’ll get your pleasure when I decide that you deserve it”. Violet felt her pussy throbbing from these words, moaned slowly. She knew that a simple light touch on her pussy would have been enough to send her over the edge.

“I want to please you Master” whimpered Violet.

“Put your hand in your back”

She obeyed and put both her arms behind her, pushing her breasts hoping to please him.

“I want you to suck my cock. If you please me, you’ll deserve your release, if you don’t, you’ll go back home mine but frustrated” said the creature. She started to beg for his cock.

“Please, my god, I’ll suck you. I’ll take you as deep as I can. I don’t mind choking, I don’t mind gagging, I just want you to use my throat for your pleasure, I want my lips around your cock, I want to suck you and to worship you. I need you, Sir, I need your cock. I beg you to let my tongue explore your cock, Sir!!”. Violet herself was surprised by her own submissiveness, but she couldn’t hide that she loved it. She really wanted to please her new master. She really wanted to gag on his cock.

He put the rope she let on the dolmen around her neck, and pulled her face near his cock. She could not see it, but she knew that his member was close to her mouth, she knew he could feel her breathing on the tip of his penis. She wanted to like it, to suck it, to kiss. She needed this so hard now. She had her mouth open, waiting for him to fuck her face, spit drooling on her chin, on her chest. She felt like a slut, but was enjoying it so much. She stick her tongue out. Under her pussy a puddle was forming.

Slowly, her put his dick on her tongue. She didn’t dare to move, feeling the softness of his tip, tasting the precum leaking from her master’s cock. It was massive, wider than she imagined. She opened her mouth wide, and her master started to push, slowly inside her mouth, filling her with his dick. He was going in slowly, getting deeper and deeper in her throat. When she started to gag, he removed it a bit, and went back in. He was training her, helping her to know how to please him. She was focused entirely on his cock, on the feeling in her mouth and her throat, trying to take him as deep as she could, to make him proud of his little slave. He started getting rougher, making her choke and gag, she started drooling more and more.

“You can now use your hand” said the creature.

She started worshiping his cock like the most precious thing in the world, alternating between taking it deep in her throat and liking his shaft. She was sucking on his balls while stroking it, caressing the tip with her tongue, she was kissing it, sucking, licking, she was loving it. She was lost in the adoration of his cock. She was whimpering and squirming at his feet, her wetness leaking on her legs.

“Masturbate yourself, but come only after me” said the creature.

Violet slipped a hand between her leg, still kneeling for her master. She was slobbing on his dick, brushing against her clit. Every time she was touching her clit, her moan were getting stronger and stronger, often muffled by her master’s dick deep in her mouth. She started begging for her master’s cum. Started begging for him to come on her face, she asked him to cover her, to mark her with his semen. She wanted to be his.

Her moans became screams of pleasure, and when she felt the warm cum of her master and his own moan she could not refrain herself and came at her master’s feet. She felt his cum land on her face, flowing on her lips, her breast. She felt some of his semen landing in her mouth, and the taste sent her over the edge. She was convulsing for him, thanking him for his cum, thanking him for letting her take his dick. She felt waves after waves of pleasure taking over her body, and when the pleasure subsided, she felt her body becoming limp, relaxed by the orgasm, barely able to clean her master’s cock.