Decadent and Slave Chapter 12: The Ritual, a spice and wolf fanfic

Lawrence grunted and snorted, breathing in thin, shallow puffs of air as he held the girl down against his bed, shoving her deep into the mattress, and fucked her from behind. Finally, with a final gasp, he shoved his cock deep inside her pussyhole and had one last nut.

Lawrence placed his hands on her large, bouncy ass cheeks and began jiggling them, rubbing and slapping them as they began to bounce like jelly. Once he was finished spreading the messy nut ass-pie all over her cheeks and pussy, Lawrence got up and grabbed the girl by her hair, lifting her up off the mattress as he revealed her glazed, sticky face.

Diana woke up, her frothy mouth dripping with spit. She opened up her semen-encrusted eyes and gazed at Lawrence. Her beautiful, lusty lips curled into a smile, and she crooned, with a soft, sweet voice:

"Have you satisfied yourself with this body, Master?"

Diana's cool, calm, mature voice and her sweet, doting face was too much for Lawrence to handle, and he immediately held his rubbery dick up to her face again as he jerked himself off.

For the twentieth time, Lawrence was unable to control himself as he stood at the foot of the bed and masturbated to Diana's lusty face. Diana said nothing and accepted this, wincing as Lawrence hit her in the face one more time with his cum.

Lawrence was now gasping for breath, weak and in pain. He dropped Diana on the bed, hunched over. Struggling to get up, he finally forced himself away from the bed and put on a shirt. Then, with his dick still flopping between his legs, he made his way out of his room.

Lawrence stumbled across the hallway and into the kitchen, where a large meal already awaited him. He fell onto the chair, lifted up the knife, and began to eat.

It was in this way that Lawrence began his day, with a cold meal and beer that was already getting warm. It was the middle of the afternoon as he ate lunch, the first nourishment he had received in almost twenty-four hours. Breakfast lay in the refuse heap, having lain on the table for four hours as he had remained in his room with Diana's supine body.

Lawrence began to feel better as he ate. Slowly, the pain began to go away, and as poured out some more lager into his mug, he felt his headache subside as he finally got some fluids into his body.

The entire room was empty, as it now was during mealtimes. Two more weeks had passed, and yet again, things had changed dramatically in the household. Where once, girls had accompanied him through all of his mealtimes, now Lawrence ate completely alone, the girls forbidden from his presence.

In fact, the girls were rarely ever around anymore, though they stayed inside the house. They made sure that their presence was known but not felt.

Lawrence began gasping for breath, burping as he finished lunch. He was now feeling somewhat back to normal, and he rested at the table for a few more minutes. His cock rested against his chair, slapping against the legs as it swung back and forth. He could feel it rub against his thighs whenever he moved, and at times it brushed against the floor when he wasn't careful.

Lawrence got up again, his naked swinging dick accompanying him. He stepped out of the kitchen and into the hallway, where he ran into a slave that had not made herself hidden in time.

Ruka stood in the hallway, her miniature, spindly body mostly bare, her soft pink nipples and clit erect, her pussy swollen and dripping with juice. Her small, luscious toes in their large, heavy sandals were twitching and tapping against the leather, and the soft smile on her face hinted that her failure to hide herself had not been so accidental.

"Master~"

Lawrence grunted and howled as his flaccid cock suddenly flailed about, and a huge bubbly froth of cum burst from his dicktip. It sprayed against the floor, forming a thick, creamy river.

Lawrence's balls, swollen to the size of cantaloupes, danced between his thighs as they spontaneously started to shake. Lawrence's cock shuddered again, and his urethra vibrated, as he finished his orgasm, only to be tormented by another one that started immediately afterwards.

Ruka's eyes glittered, and she let out a wispy, squeaky fart as she stepped forward, her stick-like legs shaking. Ruka placed her hands on Lawrence's cheeks with a whorish expression that was entirely inappropriate for her childish, innocent face.

"Master~, I'm so-o-o-o-o sorry. Please restrain yourself. If you lose control, you'll make it worse."

Ruka rubbed her pussy between Lawrence's flaccid cock, and it immediately sprung into action, expanding between Ruka's legs. Lawrence let out another savage yell, and he suddenly grabbed Ruka by her waist with one hand as he lifted the tip of his cock up in the air, glistening wet with cum—and entered her.

Ruka let out a primal, feminine scream as she was split apart. The savage, monstrous cock that was as thick as her waist, as long as her legs, charged into her body, constrained and squeezed on all sides by her magical pussy.

Ruka screamed, her arms and legs flailing, as Lawrence nutted inside her, filling her entire body up as she vomited all over her face. Her pussy began to spray and squirt cum all over Lawrence's body as she began erupting into uncontrollable orgasmic fits.

Slowly, the other slaves emerged from all corners of the house, and Lawrence began to yell and scream as he came again and again. Slowly, each of the girls—from the pleasing and nubile Nora, Merta, and Dancer Girl, to the rough and vulgar Chloe and Helena, to the harsh and strict Elsa, to the fragile boytoy Col, to the slutty an Diana and Fran, emerged from their enclosures, stepping out in the hallway with their uncovered, almost-naked bodies and their loud, rustic leather sandals.

From this mass of disobedient slaves stepped Eve, who stared at Lawrence as he continued to fuck Ruka, his infinite libido unrestrained and unslaked by the endless orgasms he released inside Ruka's broken body.

"My, my…Master seems to be in quite a predicament. It appears that Master cannot satisfied with merely one onahole. For Master's safety, it looks like we must replace one onahole with eleven."

"Eve…no…"

"Did you hear that, slaves? Eleven onaholes, understood?"

Eve smirked as she grasped Lawrence by the cheek. Lawrence glared at her with utter contempt in his eyes.

"Eve…you…bitch…"

Eve gave a soft, lovestruck moan and kissed her master, making out with him as he sprayed yet another burst of semen inside Ruka's body. Blinded by Eve's smooth, beautiful face, Lawrence felt his cock become unsheathed, only to be enveloped by another pussy. Lawrence struggled, his body flailing, but his slaves shoved him to the ground, covering him up as they rubbed him from all sides, a turtle-like formation of bodies.

Lawrence screamed, but his cries were drowned out by the boobs in his face. He began to literally drown in pussy as his slaves thrust their vaginas into his nose and mouth. His cock began to groan and flail, bulging until the overworked veins alone were several times the width of a lesser man's member. He involuntarily pounded asshole after asshole, pussy after pussy, his balls and shaft and mouth and feet and ears and nipples assaulted by a dozen hands and a dozen feet and a dozen holes.

Lawrence no longer had control of his body. Rather, his body, taken over by his slaves, had orgasm after orgasm as he continued with delirious visions of pussies and assholes. A dozen angels with a dozen pubic bushes and two dozen armpits draped with hair descended upon him, a blazing field of light and clitorises and assholes.

Finally, in the midst of the fucking, which took place over both an instant and an infinity at once as Lawrence lost the ability to track time, the rebellious slaves separated, parting like a massive wave.

Over Lawrence, who lay on the wooden floor with his erect cock in the air, stood the most evil angel of all, the most beautiful and deadly of the unruly slaves that had poisoned him.

Holo licked her lips as she pinned Lawrence down. Spreading her legs, she positioned herself on top of his cock and began to stuff it in between her legs.

Lawrence gazed upon the angel of death and rolled up his eyes as he lost consciousness.

…

Lawrence endured his brutal fucking for almost twenty-four hours, and then twenty-four more after he passed out. By the time his traitorous slaves had finished, he was near death, with a critical lack of fluids that could only be resolved as he was woken up by a flurry of a dozen streams of piss hitting his face.

Lawrence struggled and choked as he took it in all at once. The sour, bitter streams of a dozen sluts hit him straight in the mouth, and he looked up to see the creamy, stuffed, wrinkled vaginas of a dozen beautiful girls.

Lawrence struggled to hold it all down, but eventually, he managed to make his stomach settle. The sight of a dozen beautiful pussies and a dozen beautiful girls was no longer making him erect. It was thus that his unending torture of orgies had ended—by being beaten to the point of near death by pussy until his cock was physically unable to grow hard anymore.

Lawrence looked up at Eve, who had been at fault for this. Eve smiled as she registered the look of rage in his face.

"You…you were the one who did this."

"Yes, Master." Eve nodded and smiled as she took full credit for what she had done.

"You whore."

"Thank you, Master."

"This is the fourth time…"

Lawrence looked around at the crowd of women that surrounded him. Eve had been the one who started it this time, but they all shared the blame for what they had done, as Lawrence woke up and escaped death for the fourth time in two weeks, this being the closest and most brutal encounter yet.

Lawrence looked up at Eve again, glaring at her with deadly vehemence in his eyes.

"This shall be the last."

"Yes, Master."

Lawrence grabbed Eve by the neck and drew her close to him as he made out with her, kissing her until she came all over the floor and wet herself, while his own cock briefly hardened one last time before bursting and shooting out another liter of semen all over his balls and legs.

…

The girls had become uncontrollably arousing, too beautiful for Lawrence. Their fallen status and feeble minds made his cock hard whenever he thought about them, and their low, slovenly moral state made him uncontrollably erect.

For his own safety, he had shut them away, only able to think about them as he pleasured himself. This had failed four times in two weeks, and he now averaged an orgasm a minute as he was surrounded by the unchecked allure of pussy.

It was their beautiful bodies, their beautiful eyes, their beautiful voices. Setting his eyes upon these was too much for Lawrence, and his body collapsed in a paroxysm of shock every time. He could only imagine these beautiful things in his head before he nutted from ecstasy, and seeing such beauty in reality was enough to kill him.

Thus, after the twelve girls had fucked him and smothered him for the last time, Lawrence decided once and for all to neutralize the threat from their hellish, erotic bodies forever.

"Master…"

The chanting continued in a wide circle, a low droning that was soft but constant and unceasing, so that it seemed like the voices came from everywhere and nowhere in particular all at once.

Lawrence lay on the floor in the center of the room, breathing in the smoky, hazy smell of incense as the chant echoed throughout the room and into his ears. He rolled around on the floor, naked, his movements jerky and frenzied.

The chanting continued, the circle of girls loyally declaring their devotion to their one true master as he continued to roll about in ecstasy listening to their voices.

Finally, Lawrence's cock twitched, and a thick stream of semen burst out from his urethra, going all over the floor as it spread all over the room, getting all over the girls' feet, coating them and making them sticky.

The slaves stopped chanting as they watched their master ejaculating on the floor. The room was eerily silent now.

The slaves all stood around in a circle as Lawrence lay in the middle. The room was pitch black, save for the candles that each girl held in her hands. Lawrence opened his eyes. The weak light of the candles was not enough to light up the room. Instead, each girl held her candle directly in front of her with both hands, holding it just below waist level so that their pussies were illuminated and nothing else. Thus, as Lawrence opened his eyes and looked up, he saw a vision of floating pussies, flickering and golden, arranged in a circle above his head.

The girls began chanting again, softly this time so it wasn't clear at first what they were saying. Lawrence stared at his chain of pussies, nodding contentedly as the garland of pubic hairs started moving. The girls began to walk in a clockwise motion, their sandaled feet making a loud, blunt rap against the ground as they marched in unison.

"…cock…"

"…bountiful…beautiful…"

"…cock…ass…"

"…cum…cum…"

"…make us cum…"

The girls chanted louder and louder, their words becoming clearer until Lawrence could make out the full words of the chant.

"Bless us, oh bountiful cock. Bless us, oh beautiful cock. Bless our pussies with your majesty. Bless our assholes with your majesty. Give us your holy cum, your ungrateful human sheaths, your pathetic human cunts. Make us cum forever, us pathetic bitches that are lower than dirt. Make us cum forever, oh great, blessed, beautiful cock…"

Lawrence began to masturbate as he listened to this vulgar chant. The girls smiled as they watched their master, who was clearly pleased with their performance. Lawrence quickly came all over his own stomach, flooding the room with another liter of semen, and the girls stopped again as their toes were once again blessed with a flood of cum.

The circle now became a line as the girls began to file one-by-one at Lawrence's feet, still holding their candles. The first girl in line kneeled down, setting her candle to the side as she bowed down to Lawrence's cock and started worshipping it.

"Blessed cock, thank you for tolerating this slave's presence. Blessed cock, this slave shall pleasure you now. Blessed cock, let these words be the final ones that come out of this slave's mouth. Blessed cock, please forgive this slave for existing."

The sweet, affectionate girl with a soft, flowing voice; long, unruly blonde hair; and pale, small feet; the beautiful shepherdess who had started it all when she first made Lawrence's cock erect, now kneeled in front of her master, bowing her head to the enormous structure that towered above her. She was now reduced to nothing, less than a slave, her entire status as a human being erased forever as she became nothing more than a sheath, a toy, and a pet for the cock that stood in front of her.

The slutty, sexy, thick woman with the jet black hair and the pale, moon-white skin, with an excessive body of monstrous breasts and ass cheeks, whose low, smooth voice had hardened dicks and pitched tents, now crawled forward, forever silenced, and joined her blonde companion in kissing and licking and stroking her master's cock.

The cold, brutal, slender ice queen with a frosty glaze and porcelain-pale skin, the strict and severe girl who had first aroused her master through her harshness, now crawled forward, simpering and submissive. Her wispy, dominating voice was now silent, replaced only by the crude and vulgar bodily noises of her lips and tongue as she joined her companions at Lawrence's crotch.

A high, cloying squeal rang out as the slutty, flirty barmaid, the vulgar, common whore crawled forward. Her utterly immoral and lustful body had created erections and fantasies everywhere she had stepped, but now she was forever tamed, no longer free but completely enchained and enslaved by the tower that now loomed above her. The beautiful slut-slave lowered her head as she pressed her tongue to the massive idol and began to worship it.

The sweet and caring, compassionate girl who used to be a nun crawled forward and began to kiss her master's dick on the tip. The beautiful and pure girl, formerly so tender and innocent, was now as craven and slutty as the rest, addicted to dick as she began to tongue her master's urethra.

A slender, seductive, sexy dancer girl crawled forward and bowed before the cock in front of her. Beautiful and energetic, the girl now lived to serve her master, her entire body now devoted only to being as agreeable and pleasing as possible to the large, fleshly sword before her. The meat slave crawled before master as she started kissing his fat, throbbing testicles.

A incredibly handsome woman crawled forward. Formerly deadly and fearsome, the tamed slave now humiliated herself as she bowed down to her master. Her sharp, cold eyes now glittered only with lust, her cunning mind now filled only with thoughts of sex and cum. The deadly fox crawled forward and worshipped her new master, tamed and defanged as her tongue slid down his shaft.

A beautiful, tight young loli now crawled forth and kneeled before the cock in front of her. The cute, precocious young girl who had excited boys and made dicks hard now lay quietly on the ground with a smile, her mouth silent except for the sound of her throat as she began to join the dancer girl in sucking Lawrence's balls.

The exotic and mysterious dark-skinned girl from faraway lands now crawled up to Lawrence and kneeled on the ground for him. Her large breasts and ass, her tanned curves, her erotic body now excited Lawrence to no end, and this strong, forceful girl now lowered herself willingly as she groveled before her master's cock.

A thin, tender, pale young girl was next. She crawled forward, timidly kneeling in front of Lawrence's cock as her own miniature penis touched the ground. Her small, slender young member, barely an eighteen-incher, began to leak pre-cum as her quivering ass-pussy let out an acidic, bellowing, feminine fart. This weak and flowery girl crawled up to the cock and began to massage and kiss it as her own slender dick rubbed against Lawrence's wrinkly sack, cumming almost immediately as it spilled its own weak dick-milk all over the floor.

The nasty, freaky bitch-slave now crawled forward, worshipping her master in her depraved, slutty voice. The cum-bitch, who had formerly been filled with defiance and hatred for her master, now stepped forward in meek, timid small steps before getting on her knees and thrusting her face firmly against the ground as she crouched over in awe.

Finally:

"Blessed cock, thank you for tolerating this slave's presence."

The last of the slaves regarded her master with a loving glance, a sweet and knowing smile on her face.

"Blessed cock, this slave shall pleasure you now."

Her canine ears twitched as she caressed her master's shaft, her long wolf tongue drooling as she ran it against his head.

"Blessed cock, let these words be the final ones that come out of this slave's mouth."

The last of the slaves began to moan, her legs growing wet.

"Blessed cock, please forgive this slave for existing."

The last of the slaves moaned as she enveloped the entire tip of Lawrence's shaft in her mouth, her eyes glittering bright red in the darkness. Then she turned her head—and the red eyes disappeared forever.

Lawrence jerked his body, convulsing it back and forth as he suddenly gave in, and his cock came over all twelve of the girls that were clinging to it and pleasuring it. The girls cried out as they received a shower of cum, their bodies enveloped in a layer of the rich, nourishing fluid as they simultaneously began to cum, all twelve at once, in unison with their master's twitching and flailing cock.

At that moment, the candles went out, and the room was covered completely in darkness.

"Ah-h-h-h…ohohohohoh—OH-H-H-H-O-H-H-H-H-HO-HO-HO-OH-H-H-H-H-H!"

"nnnnnnnggghhh…ah-h-h-h-h…A-H-H-H-H-H-H"

"OH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H…OHOH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH!"

"AAAAAAHHH-H-H-H-H-H-H…AHH-H-H-H-H-H-H…ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!"

"nghh-h-h-h-h…mmmm-m-m-m-f-f-f-f-f…m-m-m-m-OH-H-H-H-H-H-H!"

"oh-hh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h…OH-H-H—H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H!"

"E-E-E-E-E-AAAAAAAAHHH! Oh-h-h-h-h-h! AH-H-H-H-H-H-H!"

"e-e-e-e-e-OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH! OH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H!"

"NNNNGGGGGGG—YYYYAAAH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H!"

"OH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H…UGHH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-AH-H-H-H-O-H-H-H-H-H-H!"

"ngh-ngh-ngh-ngh-ngh-NGH-H-H-H-H-H-H-OHHHHHHHH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H!"

"AH-H-H-H-H-H-OH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-HHH—IIIIIIIKKKUUUUUUUUUUU!"

The room was now filled with the smells and sounds of sex as Lawrence held an orgy in the darkness. Shrouded in the black, Lawrence went freely from hole to hole, indulging in the slaves of the household as they all became a filthy, sticky mess. Mouth met with mouth, asshole with cock, hands and fingers with breasts and pussies, mouths with asses, cocks with feet, feet with mouths, as Lawrence and his twelve playthings rutted in the dark on the ground.

Lawrence floated in a midnight paradise, his cock suspended in a state of permanent ecstasy as it came nonstep, his body enveloped in an erotic cocoon of women, each orgasm succeeded by another, one wet pussy squirt followed by another.

Lawrence and the bodies rutted nonstop through the night, until finally the day began to break, and light streamed in from the windows.

Dawn came to the ritual room, revealing a large, empty square room with bare walls. Strewn throughout the floor were spread, comatose bodies laid all around the room, unconscious and layered with a thick film of cum and grime.

In the center lay Kraft Lawrence, the master of the house, lying on his back, his legs and arms supported by the various bodies that were strewn about him. His cock lay to his side, hanging over his thigh, a single string of semen hanging from it as he slept.