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Date: Sun, 7 Jul 2002 20:50:38 -0500

 
Black Mass Union
 
A gloomy sunset grew into a dreary dusk..
and a gathering of dark minds united at an abandoned cemetery to celebrate the acquiring of a soul to her master.
Every being's dark interior was clothed in black.
Hooded bridesmaids tended and fussed over the slave's unholy gown.
A leather zipper mouth mask only with air holes no eye or ear vents was worn by her with no veil.
The bride's thoughts imagined what the scene must be like.
An altar was created over an open pit, which was filled with six feet deep of blood.
Wind created soft ripples unsettling the red liquid.
Across from it stood her dominant.
The ceremony began and a hush spread thru the crow.
Silence grew but for an occasional gust of cold wind.
Lanterns flickered around the area, dancing shadows cast upon everyone's solemn faces
An elder man walked her down to a few inches from the pit.
Unexpectedly a guttural growl, from behind the tombs, announced he was ready to commit her to her dominant.
He was a surreal apparition summoned from the depths of sepulcher.
Unintelligible his words in different tongues, then many languages.
Finally he spoke to her, just her, she could now understand him.
He opened her mask and she saw his transparency.
 Her ordered her on her knees facing her dom.
He spoke,
"Here kneels this submissive before her master and he shall take her and he must punish her constantly;
to remind her of a certain death if she misbehaves.
She shant complain, or speak unless given permission by him."
Her ears listened, her heart promised, her mind obliged and her pussy tightened thinking about him.
He ordered the Dom to come and make her stand up.
She heard the sounds of metal chains clatter, her skin began to feverishly sweat.
He cuffed her writs together and ordered his servants to raise her up high.
She was moved over the filled grave as the dominant begun to recite his instructions;
 she was slowly lowered into the frigid liquid.
Her feet sank deeper and her dress got heavy as it soaked up the blood.
 Her arms hurt as she descended further down.
Her cleavage submerged, her warm supple breast stained red.
Her neck surrounded by icy blood, her ordered them to stop.
The Dom got down to one knee and with a big strong hand, he placed his palm on her smooth masked head and held her deep in there.
She felt herself take a last breath, her thoughts grew anxious as to how long he would hold her in there without being able to breath.
At first it thrilled her to stop breathing and time elapsed and waves of darkness rolled in her mind.
Sometime later she still found herself still submerged.
She knew she shouldn't move or try to get air because it would only make him do it longer.
When finally she felt him soften his grip and ordered her lifted up slowly.
As her nose was uncovered she grasped for air, all the drippings flowed into her airways, down to her throat which gagged her.
The taste of salty, bitter, thick, frosty blood flowed down to the pit of her stomach to quench her needy thirst for blood.
She was set on the ground and the Dom ordered her unclothed.
The bridesmaids helped her out of the soaked gown and placed it on the altar.
She was covered in cerecloth which quickly tainted red.
The inhuman presence declared them officially united and disappeared into the now foggy night.
Dom and sub posed for some artist sketches and off to a wicked reception they went where pain and humility awaited her.
The club was nearby, guest were served flutes of red potion, absinthe for those who dared, and black cake.
The sub was brought forward onto the center of the dance floor area and knelt in a circle filled with broken glass.
He ripped off her mask and opened her clothing exposing her back.
He stood in front of her unzipped his pants and took a wet whip and began to flog her back and shoulders while his cock he forced in her mouth.
He dug his nails deep in her fresh wounds making them bleed even more while she sucked his hard dick tighter.
His cum he spattered all over her face, some of it hit her back and mixed with her oozing blood.
Then he made her kiss his big black spiked leather boots.
He stood up and attached a mouth piece to prevent her from screaming.
He led her on stage where the bands were playing some dark ambience metal.
On stage there were chains and collars hanging from the ceiling.
He took her arms and bonded her to them.
He attached the collar and left the stage to retrieve a leather rod.
The music resumed, slowly at first so the strikes on her ass were easy, as the music progressively got harder his swats became more intense.
By now the crowd was full of lust and fucking excited;
they oh'd and ah'd.
Men wanted a crack at her and women wanted her place.
All the while she was weak in sub-space, relishing in devilish pain, suffering in silent pain.
He closed the scene with some ecstasy inducing mortiferous chokes and some skin breaking bites.
Relishing in lust while being beheld by his eyes sight.
The night grew short and the ceremony was almost at an end
He released her and she was barely able to get off the stage.
Their vows were now official.
She now belonged in soul , flesh, and life to him

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