And it spreads. Leaving no room for breath, for light, for love. Arms bound above the head. Eyes, blinded by black silk. A tremor of terror? A twist of undeniable pleasure? No control. Just being controlled. Losing the sense of who, what, when and where. Just feeling wave after wave of intense touching, tasting. Pushed to limit of physical pain- pleasure. By now they are the same thing. You drift on waves of exquisite sensation across your sea of darkness.
Passion exceeds your needs as you are tied and tangled in another spiders web. On the verge of exploding, there is so much sensory input. You would fall on you knees if you could but your legs are bound so that you can’t even sit down. In the darkness behind your eyes, you can feel fingertips, lips, teeth and tongue. There is pinching, caressing, kissing and savage biting. You moan, in pleasure and in agony. You will this to stop, but want it to continue. Sensitive and wet, you are trembling. Every muscle of you aches with such fierce longing. Voices are heard in the darkness. “What lovely skin, how good it tastes.” You can feel their breath on the inside of your thighs, and down the middle of your back. Light touches, and hard spanks bring you ever closer to a climax. But you are being teased and they are saving you. They want to milk you as they eat you, piece by piece. Slowly devouring you.
Hours have passed. You have no idea if it is day or night. All you know is the pain-pleasure that you have subjected to. This is maddening. This cycle continues. Night, day, day and night an eternity has passed.
Yet all you want is more. Your need to be fulfilled is growing, aching. Nails trace their way down your spine, and tongues lap up your juices as your body is being used. They are taking in your essence with each orgasm, with each moan that passes over your lips. And the pleasure just grows and grows. It burns you, slowly consuming you. Over and over again, with each touch, with each thrust. You take as you are being taken.
In a black room, a thin pale body hangs by hands and feet. Tears run down the cheeks, and tongues lap them up. There are bruises and open wounds, but the body writhes in pleasure. Crying out for more. Penetrated by man and woman, this person experiences every pain filled sexual pleasure to ever be sought after. All you see is pale bodies on top of pale bodies. The room is filled with grunts, sighs and low whispers. There is an occasional scream but it is never acknowledged. The smell of sex and blood is over powering.
They fuck like animals, as if their very life depended on it. Teasing and taking, eating and cuming. The body convulses, offering it’s beautiful soul up to the savage people that surround it.
Behind the silk, you feel your self being consumed. You had no idea that death could feel so good. Hair is lightly touching your belly; you feel hands all over your body. Groping, caressing, sending you into waves of delightful bliss. There are so many tongues, teeth, lips and fingers. You are in ecstasy. Against the darkness behind your eyes, you begin to see light. With each touch, with each lick, the light gets brighter and brighter. With a sigh you surrender.
They surround the limp body, giving their last kisses, their last thrusts. Tenderly they take the beautiful creature down, and wrap it up in the softest cloth. Lovingly, they place it in a box made of marble and wheel it away. They wheel it to where the others are. The ones that they really loved, the ones that really loved them. It is here that they will live on forever. Forever inside the box, and forever inside of them. Blessed be those who pass over their lips.