Roragi 1

Fever

by Punjara

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asp/punjara/roragi01.php
Summary: Lost to the their love, only their love can pull them through
Info: Basically just PWP. And lots of it. For fun, depth and intensity. And, well, just p0rn! :)

Janet felt the fever consume her. Burning deep within her core, she shivered with lust and need and primal urges. A part of her clinically recognized the viral contagion and its effects, but more of her reveled in the eroding of control and inhibition and the release of sexual rage.

Sam, her wife of 4 years, held Janet's hands in her own gently. "Janet, I am here for you, as always," she assured and reassured her, "I'm not going anywhere," she promised.

They both knew what was going to happen to the physician. It had been explained to them by the natives that they'd been here to help with a dangerous influenza type of outbreak.

Janet had contracted the Roragi, of that the natives were certain. Although the Roragi had been common in the past, it was apparently rare now, and there was no known cure.

The Roragi could be fatal, if the afflicted were not attended by their chosen.

The Roragi would consume Janet with a raging sexual fire and drive. An all-consuming need for sex – and sexual domination. The Roragi would enhance and amplify the afflicted's need for sexual control and power and dominion.

Janet shivered and closed her eyes, attempting to quell the desires licking and flaming within her. Sam was openly offering herself to Janet to satisfy the Roragi, and Janet clenched her hands tightly to keep herself from throwing the blond against the wall and ravaging her.

"Janet, don't fight it," Sam spoke gently, still holding Janet's clenched fists in her own. "Fighting it will only make it worse," she beseeched her beloved to take her.

Sighing, Sam reached up and tenderly kissed her feverish wife's hot lips, "I love you," she breathed softly, "and I offer myself to you freely and openly."

And in the blink of an eye, Janet sprang to life, savagely bowling her wife over and pinning the unresisting blond to the floor beneath her. Panting, she leaned over Sam's beautiful and open face, and growled, "Sam, this... this fire within me...," and she fought to retain control.

"It's OK, Janet," Sam looked up at her with nothing but love. "It's been explained to me, and I am offering myself to you completely and without hesitation," and then she did hesitate and doubt and worry crept across her features, "Unless..., it isn't me that you want..., but someone else?" with nothing but sorrow and love in her face and voice as she looked up at her feverish lover.

And with that suggestion, Janet's blood sung with rage and the need for possession. Unbeknownst to anyone but her and Sam, Janet often desired kinky sex where she dominated and controlled the blond. But all of that would now pale in comparison to the images that flooded her heated mind now.

The fever burned in her blood and coursed along the veins throughout her body. Consuming her with the need to dominate and control this willing female pinned below her. There was no other that she wanted or needed. But she needed Sam completely and without reservation.

Her mind fell to primal levels of need and desire. For sex and domination and control. Her testosterone levels soared and her mind raged and her muscles sang with energy and strength.

Sam lay open and willing and soft beneath her, inviting and imploring her lover to take her. In the bedroom, she often gave control over to the physician's kinky needs and demands, loving the woman beyond simple boundaries.

The bond between the two women had grown strong and mutual and deep over the years. Each filling the other's needs and desires. Each being what the other needed.

Janet tending to Sam's broken body and mind after countless missions. Nurturing and fostering the blond gently back to heath and vitality.

Sam tending to Janet's mental anguish when there were patients that she couldn't save. Sam giving herself completely to Janet's need to dominate and completely control in the bedroom, even when she couldn't in the operating room.

And here and now, Sam studied the feverish eyes of her lover with worry. Worry that she wouldn't be able to fulfill her part in satisfying the Roragi raging in her wife. The natives had explained that the two women were now quarantined in the Roragi temple. Although the Roragi was rare, and the last time it had surfaced had been over 12 years ago, the temple's Roragi facilities were always kept fully stocked and self-contained with food and water and any other necessary supplies.

If Janet did not accept Sam as her Roragi-tu, then the fever would consume her and she would either die, or seek out another Roragi-tu, another fever-companion-servant. If the fever drove her to seek another Roragi-tu, the natives had those among them who would consider offering themselves. Janet was beautiful and there were those amongst the natives who would be willing to serve her fever, in the hopes that she would then stay with them after the fever left.

As rare as the Roragi was, the tales of the deep bonding of souls were legendary and coveted amongst these people. Those who had lived through the Roragi fever, in either capacity, were revered and respected and envied.

Sam looked at Janet's burning eyes and heavily perspiring face and neck. The fever raged deep within her beloved and she wanted nothing more than to quiet and soothe the fires. She wanted to be the balm that soothed Janet's primal soul. But if it couldn't be Sam, then she wanted to find the one who could, she loved the brunette too much.

"Janet," she spoke firmly, but with complete depth, "I completely and openly give myself to you," and Janet growled dangerously and ground her groin against the blonde's abdomen underneath her.

"I give myself to you," Sam continued calmly, "and I understand what that means," she said sincerely and trying to reach deep inside of her beloved's fever-hazed mind.

With a roar, Janet's control snapped and the fires inside consumed her mind completely as Sam's words penetrated her soul and broke her last vestiges of control against the raging flames inside her core.

Roaring and growling, she ripped the blonde's clothes off of her and Sam's eyes widened while she held herself docile and submissive under her lover's assault.

Lying naked and exposed on the tattered remains of her clothes, Sam looked up at feral eyes that raked her body possessively and lewdly.

Smiling and growling at her, Janet unbuckled and opened her pants and a large, straining cock bounced out.

With wonder, Sam realized that the Roragi had enflamed and engorged Janet's clitoris into a phallus. A very large phallus, and her eyes widened with amazement and wonder.

Janet watched with feral, possessive delight as her throbbing cock mesmerized and transfixed the pliant female beneath her.

Roughly kneeing Sam's legs apart, she took pleasure in the female's willingness to part her legs on demand. Taking pleasure in the female's willingness to serve her Mistress.

With one hand guiding her cock, she poked at the female's vaginal opening and found it wet and ready from their tussling. Growling her pleasure, she jerked her hips up and thrust her entire length into the warm, wet, tight pussy.

Sam moaned and writhed as her vagina was stretched forcefully and sharply by Janet's newly engorged and straining cock. Pushing into her in one stroke, her groin was stretched and stuffed and impaled and her back arched involuntarily. The conscious part of her mind attempted to relax and open herself to Janet's sexual assault, while the rest of her body and mind simply reacted without her control.

With her cock fully inserted, Janet spoke clearly for the first time since the two had entered the temple's inner rooms. "Do you want me to fuck you?" her words came out roughly and harshly.

"Yes," Sam whimpered between pants, "Yes, Janet, fuck me," she invited and accepted.

"Sam...," Janet growled and panted, holding herself back, but just barely. "Sam..., if we go any further...," she panted again, "I... I... this fever inside me... it wants to... I want to...," she growled and lowered her forehead to rest against Sam's breastbone, between her heaving and naked breasts.

"It's allright, Janet," Sam regained some of her own breath and returned more calmly. "Janet, you'll die if you don't do this, and I understand this. I also understand that the fever will let loose your alpha-primal urges for control and dominance," Sam slowly and gently entwined her fingers through her lover's hair as Janet huffed sharply against the blonde's breastbone. "I fully and completely give myself to you, openly and without reservation. And I understand that I will be your servant, your Roragi-tu, throughout the fever – and beyond," she promised.

"Sa-aa—am," Janet moaned against her lover, "It's calling me to... to do things to you... to demand things from you... that go way beyond anything we've ever done before," she pleaded with the universe to release her from the grip of this virus.

"I know," Sam returned clearly, "They explained it to me. Janet, it's OK. It's going to be allright. I'm giving myself to you, completely and without reservation, and I understand what that means."

Janet pulled herself shakily up and met her lover's eyes. Deep, anguished ones, filled with a barely-restrained fire met open and willing and giving ones.

"Janet, you are my life. You are my goddess. I already love and revere you and I am grateful for every moment that you have graced me with," Sam spoke with her heart. "Please, let me do this for you," she pleaded.

"I love you," Janet wrenched out with passion and lust and soul-deep commitment.

"And I love you," Sam returned with soft love and then she jerked and twisted her hips, and Janet's face lit with challenge and the dams of her self-restraint broke completely and she once more pinned the larger woman beneath her with adrenaline-charged strength. With her arms pinning her pliant lover's arms beneath her, she began thrusting and piercing those warm, sensual and inflaming depths with her straining and throbbing cock. Her blood pounded and raged in her skull and groin and her skin flushed with heat and sweat. Her head bowed down and she gripped a swaying breast in her teeth and squeezed and bit and nipped and claimed the tender flesh as her own.

Sam writhed beneath Janet's assault, but didn't fight against it. She opened herself as much as she could to the pounding thrusts of Janet's huge cock as it rubbed and stretched and impaled her. Her back ground and slid and skidded against the stone floor with Janet's forceful hammering. Janet was taking and claiming Sam's body as completely and as forcefully as any man twice her size could have.

Sam's body reacted without her control to the sexual stimulus and demands. Her pussy generated lubricating fluids and her groin flushed with warmth and pleasure along with the pain. Her breasts ached and her nipples tingled with the pain/pleasure of Janet's rough bites and mastications.

When Janet's mouth switched breasts, her other hand continued the assault on the bereft breast as she thumped and banged into the willing female's body. The female below her was open and willing and moaning and feeding Janet's fever and desires. She heard her name moaning and pleading from the female's luscious mouth and lips.

"Janet," pant, moan, "Janet, yes, yes, I'm yours, take me," the female chanted and begged and offered.

And Janet's internal fires rage and fumed. She felt the tensions build suddenly in her groin and felt her cock warm and swell and she rammed her length towards the underside of the female's luscious breasts while biting down hard.

The female screamed beneath her as her willing body spasmed and climaxed with the peaking assault. Janet's inflamed cock spilled hot possessive seed into her female at the same time that her teeth broke the skin of her breast and the brunette's infected saliva mixed with the blood oozing from her lover's flesh.

Sam's body rocked with climax as Janet's huge cock filled and stretched and impaled her – and then shot surprising and hot fluids inside her womb. The infected saliva mixed with her blood as the semen(!) filtered into her bloodstream through her vaginal walls.

Assimilating with her blood, the virus claimed her as Janet's Roragi-tu. Singing along her veins and throughout her body, she felt the change flood through her mind and senses as Janet continued to thrust and ejaculate into her pussy while forcefully suckling and licking the open bites on her breasts.

Roragi-tu. The servant. The vessel. The slave. The submissive. The grateful. Her mind and body were consumed with feelings and desires to serve her mistress.

And then they both finally lay still and spent.

Janet's hot and flushed body limp and heavy on Sam's limp and dazed one. With Janet's now-flaccid cock still fully inserted in Sam's pussy. Still claiming her.

The open wounds on her breasts were rapidly closing and healing, their function fulfilled. The necessary chemicals now fully injected and assimilated into Sam's bloodstream.

They both fell into an exhausted sleep, there on the hard, stone floor. Neither had slept in the 24 hours since Janet had first been confirmed as having definitely contracted the Roragi virus. Neither was now as they had been just one short week before.

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Some time later, Janet woke, her mind fuzzy as she slowly took in her warm, soft bed. Sam. Her Roragi-tu, her mind quickly supplied with deep glee and desire.

Pulling her soft clitoris-cock out of her servant, she sat up, straddling the sleeping blonde's groin and abdomen. Watching the swaying breasts with lust stirring her loins. The bite marks caught her attention and she inspected them with pride. Marks of her claim and dominance. A small part of her noted with professional interest how fast the bites were healing, but it was a very small part, way in the back of her mind. A mind that was focused and funneled on the complete and continual dominance of her willing servant and slave. Roragi-tu.

That same, small part in the back of her mind also wondered at the cock that now existed where she'd once had a small, sensitive clitoris... and even more at the amazing ejaculation... but it was a very small part of her mind. The rest of her mind reveled in her new sexual apparatus and her mind lit with the anticipation of injecting her seed into her willing slave.

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Sam opened her eyes to immediately find her gaze trapped in Janet's feral stare. Impaling her with her eyes, the brunette spoke clearly, "Roragi-tu," a declaration.

And from her prone position beneath the straddling brunette, "Roragi-tu," she agreed and confirmed, her entire body giving itself completely to her lover.

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Janet no longer questioned the demands of the fever that raged within her. She was filled with urges of domination and lust, and it was focused solely on Sam. Her Roragi-tu.

Testosterone raged through her bloodstream, as well as other chemicals, and she wanted nothing more than Sam's complete and utter submissiveness in any and all possible ways. Roragi and Roragi-tu.

Standing shakily, she stood imperiously over her servant. Feeling her domination, watching the servant look back, waiting for direction.

"Come," she ordered as she walked over to a large, upright, well-padded chair and took a seat.

Sam picked herself up and followed her Roragi obediently.

Complete and utter domination, her blood lusted for it as she gazed at the willing blonde before her. "Kneel before me," she commanded.

And Sam knelt submissively in front of her Mistress.

"Kiss the ground at my feet," Janet then commanded and watched as Sam bowed before her. Without question and without hesitation. Her naked ass up in the air above her bent legs and her lips to the stone floor in front of Janet's toes.

"Tell me what I am to you. Tell me what you are to me," the fire in Janet's blood raged inside her, demanding her to loudly demonstrate complete and utter dominion over this female. Desperately needing to hear confirmation of her power and authority.

"You are my Roragi, and I am your Roragi-tu" Sam spoke with her lips grazing and kissing the floor. "You are my Mistress, and I am your willing servant," she spoke the words with complete belief and acceptance, "You are my Owner and Master, and I am your slave. Your word is my command and I am helpless to do anything but what you ask."

"How much do you want to fulfill your function and position?" Janet asked with intensity and desire.

"With all of my heart and soul, I want to fulfill your every whim and desire, no matter how simple, no matter how carnal," Sam replied with fervor, her lips still kissing the ground before her Mistress's feet.

"Are you grateful?" Janet's blood sang and the fires built with each of Sam's responses.

"Yes," Sam replied immediately and with complete passion. "You are my reason for living, and I want nothing more than to serve you and be used by you," and her tone was one of begging and pleading for her Mistress's grace and benediction.

The need to have this female serve her completely and abjectly, consumed the brunette and she ordered, "Lick my feet," and watched with deep satisfaction as the willing slave began reverently and tenderly washing her Roragi's feet with her tongue.

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Sam's heart swelled with gratitude and love and pride at being ordered to wash her Roragi's feet with her humble tongue and saliva. With reverence and gratitude, she washed each and every line and feature of the Mistress's feet with care. Coveting every lick and lathe, she moaned softly as her body was washed with a soft flush of pleasure at serving the desires and needs of her Roragi.

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Janet's body also flushed – hotly, and with deep lust and fire. Her cock rose stiffly, bobbing and straining in the air before her chest, Sam's attention to her sensitive feet igniting the fire once more.

"Suck your Lord's cock," she intoned roughly, and Sam's head obediently rose up and she lovingly and worshipfully embraced the straining clit-cock in her warm, wet mouth.

Janet's hand immediately wrapped around the back of her slave's head and pushed down forcefully. And Sam submitted willingly as her head was pushed to her Roragi's groin and her mouth and throat were impaled by the large, straining phallus. Relaxing her jaw, Sam accepted the cock deep into her throat, the submissive virus in her blood suppressing her gag reflex.

Without preamble or foreplay, Janet began roughly pumping her hips while sharply directing Sam's head up and down.

Sam's warm, wet mouth slid along Janet's sensitive veins and skin, driving Janet's lust and fire and need and desire while suffusing Sam with waves of pleasure and gratitude for serving her mistress. Janet's movements became stronger and sharper and she shoved her cock deeper and deeper down Sam's throat while grinding and smashing and slamming her servant's face against her groin with each thrust. Owning her, claiming her, using her. The primal urges and ultimatums sang through Janet's blood.

And when she came, she ejaculated once more, strong and searing hot, this time deep down her slave's throat and into her core. Sam's eyes rolled up with the waves of pleasure rippling through her body as her Roragi's seed graced her body and filled her.

Janet's body convulsed and spasmed with orgasm and deep, visceral satisfaction, while Sam's body flushed and warmed with contentment and gratitude as she drank all that was given to her. The chemical viral bond between them deepened and grew stronger, cementing their roles as they each gave to the other.

Panting hard, and still rocking with small spasms, Janet's hand relaxed against the back of her servant's head which still suckled softly and reverently on her Goddess's softening cock. Breathing deep, Janet surveyed her slave with satisfaction and alpha-domineering possessiveness.

After two hard orgasms and ejaculations, Janet's feverish mind accepted Sam as her Roragi-tu, and her eyes turned to survey the rest of the room and its accoutrements. A large bed against one wall, a kitchen area, a dining table with four chairs, a seating area around a currently-unused fireplace, a large, stone island counter-table, a few large windows covered with sheer curtains that let light in, but not lookie-lous. A door that she recognized as the one they had entered by and then two other doors and several cabinets and cupboards.

Reveling in the feel of her Roragi-tu's supplication and reverence, she idly let her eyes wander over the room's details and speculated as to what lay beyond the other two doors and what was inside some of the cupboards.

Finally, her curiosity demanding that she move, she ordered, "Kiss the floor at my feet," and her servant obediently pulled her head back and let her Lady's cock fall from her mouth, and then dropped immediately to the floor at her Roragi's feet.

Standing carefully, Janet inspected her slave's prostration. With her legs bent under her and her bare ass up in the air, her head was face down to the stone floor and her lips were deferentially kissing the surface.

"Stay," she commanded curtly and then began exploring. One of the doors led to a large bathroom with an enormous shower and bathtub and her mind began immediately laying plans for its use. The other door led to a large internal garden area with a small fountain and an expanse of grass surrounded by manicured bushes and flowers. The cupboards contained various foodstuffs as well as basic toiletries, towels and some basic changes of clothes, as well as some very intriguing items – some of which she recognized, some of which she intuited, and the others of which she wanted to explore.

Finally turning back to her Roragi-tu, she appreciatively took in her curved and naked form, still bent in prostration before the now-empty chair. Still kissing the ground where her Roragi had been, with reverence and gratitude.

Sighing deeply with contentment and anticipation, Janet smiled, the fever burning bright in her mind. "Come," she instructed her slave.

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The Roragi surveyed the results with satisfaction and lust. Her Roragi-tu was spread-eagle and restrained on the large stone island. Janet's eyes voraciously inspected and lewdly perused the flesh openly displayed before her. The long, long slim legs splayed wide and with the ankle cuffs tied to the corners of the stone island. The long, slim arms also splayed wide and restrained by wrist cuffs. The beautiful and openly vulnerable and exposed pussy. The gorgeous and beautiful breasts swaying on the gently rising and falling chest. The slim neck leading to the beautiful face with those sexy lips and deep, blue eyes. Eyes that looked at her with adoration and love. Not fighting any of her wishes or desires or possessiveness. Not fighting, giving. Openly and without reservation. Desperate, actually, to be taken and used by her Roragi.

Singing through Sam's blood was the gentle fire and continual light arousal at the scent and image of her Roragi. She constantly strained and hoped for her Roragi's touch and use.

Janet's hands possessively stroked and caressed her beautiful possession, and reveled in the soft moans that her simple touch elicited. Her gentle caresses of those beautiful, soft breasts incited her slave to arch her back upwards, straining for more, more of her touch, more of her benediction.

Chuckling softly, Janet moved her hands lower and gently slipped her fingers between the soft folds of her servant's labia. Expertly finding and softly caressing that tiny bundle of highly sensitive nerves. And, again, Sam moaned loudly and begged for more as her hips thrust upwards against the soft touch.

"Please, Janet," she begged and panted, "Please use me, fuck me, screw me," as her body arched skywards again, thrusting herself at her Mistress.

"I'm afraid I'm not quite ready again, my slave," Janet purred her first response to her willing servant and then pinched her nipple, hard, and watched with satisfaction as Sam yelped and her body jerked involuntarily at the assault.

Leaning over, she kissed her Roragi-tu deeply and passionately and smiled as her slave's body writhed and moaned at her attentions. "I may not be quite ready yet," she smiled down at the eyes looking adoringly up at her, "But this is," and she held a long, fat object in front of Sam's beautiful blue eyes.

Seeing the lack of recognition in her servant's eyes, she smiled wickedly, "Watch," she commanded and lay the object onto Sam's naked chest. Obediently, Sam curled her neck and watched the object as it came to life. Wriggling and squirming on her chest and breasts, one end of the squat object rose up and explored the air above her chest. Turning first towards her chin, it nibbled her skin lightly and Sam's eyes widened with curiosity and arousal. Turning away from her chin, the object lightly tapped one of her nipples, nibbling softly, yet insistently.

Her beautiful, spread-eagle captive moaned and thrust her breasts skyward at the sexual stimulation. "Give yourself to it," Janet commanded and Sam moaned more loudly as her body offered itself openly and without reservation to her Goddess's wishes and ministrations.

Now nibbling and exploring her other teat, Janet watched the object play with her willing servant. And then it began squirming and worming its way between her breasts and unerringly zeroed in on her clitoris. Slipping between her labia, it nibbled and teased her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Sam moaned and writhed and begged for Janet's pleasure. Wanting nothing more than to serve her Mistress, she accepted her position as sex slave to be teased and played with.

Janet's eyes now watched avidly as the object wormed its way lower and then smoothly plunged inside her captive's open and exposed pussy.

Sam's body arched with climax and orgasm as the animated dildo plunged inside her, piercing her pussy and filling and stretching her completely. Screaming, her body shook and rippled with convulsions as the writhing, spasming dildo prolonged her orgasm beyond anything she'd ever previously experienced.

Janet watched lustfully as her Roragi-tu's body bowed skyward from head to toe, her breasts thrust high into the air as her body reacted involuntarily to the assault that Janet commanded.

Under hooded eyes, she watched her captive's body slowly settle back onto the stone surface, still twitching and tremoring with aftershocks.

Turning the object off with a remote, she leaned over her spread-eagle prisoner and kissed her possessively and demandingly and fiercely. Reminding her who owned and possessed her body and soul. Her Roragi-tu responded warmly and softly and deferentially, allowing and accepting and embracing Janet's penetration and her tongue's demand for widening access.

Pulling back, Janet looked deeply and commandingly into her captive's eyes. And without verbal prompting, Sam offered, "Thank you, My Lady," with adoration and deep gratitude and love, "Thank you, thank you," Sam breathed reverentially.

Growling, and with fire burning in her eyes, she reached over and untied the restraints attached to Sam's wrists and ankles while commanding, "Do not move." Sam submissively left her arms and legs spread eagle.

Stepping back, Janet moved over to the large bed and sat down and slid back until she rested against the headboard, propped against some pillows. Spreading her legs, she examined her still soft cock and realized that the ache deep in her groin came from somewhere else.

"Eat my pussy," she commanded her spread-eagle slave, and watched with deep approval as the blonde willingly and obediently rose from the stone slab and stepped over to the bed. As Sam moved onto the bed, Janet added, "Lie flat, with your hands together behind your back."

Without question, her slave lay face down between her Owner's legs, with her hands clasped behind the small of her back. "Now, eat," Janet commanded and Sam dove in.

Pushing her nose below her Mistress's flaccid and drooping cock, and then between Janet's beautiful folds, Sam eagerly nuzzled and lapped and lathed her Mistress's glorious tissues and skin. With absolutely nothing else that she would rather do, she wholeheartedly pushed her nose and her tongue into her Goddess. Lapping at the magnificent nectar and reveling in the wonder of being allowed to serve. Janet's fluids were pure ambrosia to her servant.

"Harder, deeper," Janet commanded roughly as her legs spread to allow her slave better access.

Sam willingly speared her tongue stiffly in and out of her Goddess's spectacular opening. Lathing and reaching as deeply as she could, she rasped and ate her way inside. And her Lady began thrusting and squirming against her face, demanding more.

When Janet came, she came hard and her internal muscles clamped down on Sam's invading tongue and pulsed and pulled it deeper while her ass muscles tightened and squeezed against her slave's face. Her hot cum spilled out, coating Sam's face and neck and hair.

Her pussy rippling and her body spasming, Janet ground herself against Sam's head and clamped her thighs tightly to hold her in position.

Finally, her body gentling from the orgasm, she relaxed her thighs and lay back against the bed. Sated, for the moment.

Sam lay with her now-soft tongue still breaching her Lady's glorious opening, and her face still fully against her Lady's groin. Her face wet with her Lady's magnificent cum, her tongue and mouth fully graced with her Lady's flavor and essence. Sam moaned softly as she lay within a euphoric rapture of pleasure and servitude to her Goddess.

Grinding her nether regions against her slave's willing face, Janet greedily intoned, "Again," and lay back and lazily watched and felt her servant willingly and eagerly push her face once more into her Roragi's hot, wet pussy.

Janet's flesh was hot and wet and already stimulated and sensitive from the previous orgasm, but she pushed and ground herself against her slave's second attempt. Tightening her thighs, she squeezed her slave's head, increasing the pressure against her groin.

Sam lathed and nuzzled and lapped at her Goddess's wonderful bounty. Stiffening her tongue once more, she began thrusting as deeply as she could, and then crooked her tongue on the way out, rasping against the godly G-spot. With her nose firmly ensconced and smashed in her Lady's crack, she breathed in puffs around her tongue at the entrance to her Roragi's pussy.

As the tensions built once more in her groin and pelvis, Janet began humping and squeezing her willing slave's head and face. Moaning and growling, her fists twisted in the sheets as she watched Sam's naked back, with her hands still willingly and obediently clasped just above her ass.

And when she climaxed again, her thighs clamped down hard and her pelvis arched upward as her internal muscles rippled and pulled on her slave's stabbing tongue.

Sam's face was once more washed in her Goddess's hot, searing cum, while her tongue was pulled and held by her Lady's strong internal muscles at the same time that her head was squeezed and pushed upwards against her Majesty's crack and groin.

Panting with release, Janet lay back with her eyes closed in post-orgasmic bliss. Reveling in the feel of Sam's head still obediently pressed against her pussy, she enjoyed the image in her mind of her Roragi-tu reverently prostrate between her Goddess's legs.

Lazily and contentedly, Janet allowed herself to float in a haze of satisfaction and achievement. Her deep needs for alpha-ownership satisfied. Her thighs possessively grinding and squeezing against and around the head still trapped between them.

Roragi-tu floated in her own personal nirvana. Her face open and soaked with her Goddess's glorious cum. Her face pressed against her Lady's magnificent nether regions. Her head trapped and held possessively between the strong thighs of her Mistress. Roragi-tu's body flushed warm and flooded with endorphins and pleasure. She wriggled lethargically and sighed softly with content as she breathed her Goddess's strong, musky scent within her loins.

"Can you do it again?" Janet challenged her adoring slave, and watched as her eyes widened with first awe, and then pride at being asked.

Nodding silently, her slave dove eagerly into the tender, swollen tissues surrounding her Mistress's holy opening. Sliding her tongue lovingly into her opening once more, she began slowly and sensually caressing and revering her lord and master. Reveling and glorying in her holy mission, she adoringly tended to her appointed task.

Janet's swollen and sensitive tissues ached and seared at the continuing movements and Janet reveled in the fiery sensations which lanced deeply through her core. Spurring and feeding the smoldering fire that crackled within her.

Writhing and wriggling under Sam's loving assault, Janet once more climbed the peak and orgasmed. Again ejecting hot searing cum over her grateful and worshipful servant, as her body jerked and pulsed and spasmed in climax.

Time passed slowly after that third time that Sam successfully brought her to climax by eating her pussy. Janet lay quietly with Sam's head between her wet, musky thighs. Sam's face still smashed up against Janet's tender and sensitive tissues and dripping opening.

"Clean me," Janet commanded imperiously and watched lazily as her willing slave began carefully and tenderly lapping and licking at her Lady's flesh. Touching a control, the wrist cuffs magnetically clamped together, relieving the strain on her servant's arms and she watched with satisfaction as her slave's arms relaxed with the respite as she let the cuffs keep her wrists where her Majesty had commanded.

And when her slave had done enough to satisfy Janet, she ordered, "Slide down," and she slid down herself as her servant submissively moved down the bed. Lying prone, she ordered, "Stay," and her slave stopped obediently, her feet dangling off of the bed, but her face still pressed against her Lady's groin.

"Sleep," Janet commanded and felt her slave relax and obediently slide into a well-deserved slumber, Roragi-tu's breaths hot and soft against Janet's sensitive and swollen tissues. Feeling her own eyes grow heavy, she growled sleepily with satisfaction and content and squeezed her thighs around her supplicant's head possessively.

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The next few days passed as Janet burned with the fever searing her blood, raising her libido and her need for sexual dominance over her Roragi-tu. Sam openly accepted her role and willingly submitted to Janet's feverish needs and desires and demands.

Janet alternately ordered her slave to either suck her Goddess's cock or eat her pussy..., and Sam responded eagerly and reverently to each command. And if Sam wasn't sucking that magnificent cock or eating glorious pussy, then she was kissing the ground before her Mistress, or she was washing those holy feet with her tongue. Or, she was being sexually played at her Lady's whim. Sometimes spread-eagle on the stone table, other times tied to a chair, or other times, while prostrate before her Beloved Holiness.

The fever rooted and seared deep within Janet's mind, playing and amplifying her needs for sex, sexual dominance and complete control. Her appetite for sex and sexual acts grew as the virus worked through its progressive, growing stage.

As the days passed, her treatment of Sam grew rougher and each time she satisfied herself with Sam's body, she did so more savagely and forcefully.

Sam was aware of the fever's progression as Janet's behaviors escalated, the natives had explained the fever's arc and its demands and changes in the afflicted. Sam knew that the fever was reaching deep into Janet's mind and playing on the sexual and dark attributes and memories and imaginations. And Sam knew that some of those would be played out on her.

And she accepted her position and her function willingly. Because if there wasn't a Roragi-tu, then the afflicted would quite literally run amok amongst the population..., or the afflicted was isolated and the fever simply consumed them as their minds fell into a darkness from which there was no escape and their bodies wasted from the fever's poison.

The Roragi-tu, however, provided the afflicted a canvas on which to play out the desires and needs demanded by the fever burning in their body and mind. The Roragi-tu protected the rest of the population from the frantic attempts of the afflicted to follow the fever's directions.

No one knew if the virus had a purpose, or if it was created by sentient beings who had a design for it. No one knew if the virus was simply a product of evolution on this planet, or another.

What was known, however, was that the virus placed specific demands on the human body, and if those demands were not met, then the afflicted either went insane or died... or both. Those that didn't die rarely ever broke the virus's hold if they were not serviced by a Roragi-tu during the first month. And if they didn't die, then the fever burned inside them unceasingly, distorting their minds and amplifying their dark, sexual needs and desires. Insanity always followed for those who didn't simply waste away.

Sam willingly accepted the position as Janet's Roragi-tu, knowing full well that when it was all over, and when Janet's fever had broken and run its course, that Janet would have trouble accepting and dealing with what she had done to Sam during the fever's raging pitch.

And Sam also knew that the fever had yet to peak, she knew that it was currently building and surging within her beloved. Sam knew that these first few days, characterized by Janet's rough sexual dominance... this was just the beginning. Sam knew that the fever would continue to delve into Janet's psyche, much as Fifth had reached into Sam's, and that the fever would extract and distort and morph those things that are usually deep down inside of our minds.

Memories from Janet's past, scenes from movies, events from books, fact and fiction, experiences from Janet's medical profession, and countless scenes and occurrences from the many years of Stargate travel. The fever would mix and morph all of these along with Janet's deepest sexual fantasies, her desire and need for control and dominance, and her fears.

Sam knew that there was a lot to work from in the minds and memories and experiences of all of those who had worked with Earth's Stargate program over the past many years. They had all seen and experienced things that they previously couldn't have imagined possible. Fifth had shown her quite thoroughly what could be pulled and distorted and experienced just through what resided in her own mind. And she was well aware that Janet had her own similar, yet different, sets of memories and experiences and imaginations and fears.

A part of Sam was most definitely apprehensive and scared of what could happen as the fever ran its course through her beloved. But she also hadn't hesitated to first volunteer, and then insist when Janet initially refused.

Sam knew that she wouldn't be able to live with herself if she didn't help Janet through this. She already was Janet's Roragi-tu, her beloved. She already considered Janet the best part of herself, and she already lovingly worshipped the brunette, and considered herself immensely grateful that she shared her life with Janet.

In the bedroom, Janet was usually the more aggressive, not always, but usually. And Sam indulgently played along, loving that she could give that to her beloved. And, occasionally, Janet's sexual appetites got a bit kinky and Sam had allowed herself to be tied down and played with and sexually teased and tormented. She had found it a bit amusing and she admitted to herself that the sexual predator in Janet was thrilling and titillating.

When not in the bedroom, Sam considered herself the protector. She was the taller and larger of the two women, and she was physically adept at self-defense and proficient with several types of weapons. She also faced intergalactic bad-guys on a weekly basis. Janet, on the other hand, was the more motherly of the two of them, Janet was the nurturer, the healer, and she was always on hand to oversee Sam's recuperation from the latest malady or injury.

Sam's mind wandered hazily as she looked up at her sleeping beloved's beautiful face. Her Roragi was lying prone on her back on the bed, slightly snoring, with her legs spread to accommodate her prostrate servant. Having fallen asleep after ejaculating down her slave's throat, Sam now watched her Mistress sleep while gently and reverently suckling on her gloriously wonderful, although now soft, cock.

The 'sister' virus coursing through Sam's veins amplified and intensified her willingness for subservience and submission, while also magnifying her devotion and adoration of her beloved.

And so Sam watched Janet's flushed and currently sated and peaceful face sleep after pumping her seed down Sam's throat. Sam lay belly-down between Janet's legs, her core warm and full of her beloved's nectar.

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The days passed as a blurring sequence of sexual acts and sexual dominance. Janet playing out her whims and burning desires on Sam's pliant and willing and begging body.

And as the fever escalated and flamed, so did Janet's actions. She became rougher and more demanding and her eyes burned brighter as her mind swirled with dark desires and needs.

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Janet's mind was hot and feverish and she had trouble maintaining focus.

She needed to play with her toy. She needed to play deeply and strongly and roughly with her toy. She needed her toy to submit completely and repeatedly. She needed to be acknowledged openly and freely as the dominant, the owner, the Goddess.

Her eyes swept over the beautiful form before her. Spread-eagle and vertical, the wrist cuffs strapped tightly to hooks in the ceiling and the ankle cuffs strapped tightly to rings in the floor.

Her slave's gorgeous skin and arms and legs displayed prominently. Her beautiful breasts swaying as she panted with anticipation and a little fear of the unknown before them. Her vulnerable and exposed opening damp between her forcefully spread thighs.

Janet teased and caressed and fondled and squeezed and suckled and nipped at the exposed and vulnerable sex before her. Taking as she pleased, when and how she pleased. Crystallizing and reinforcing her complete control over the scene and her slave.

Staring into her servant's eyes, she saw a unique mix of love, fear, anticipation, sexual arousal and complete devotion and acceptance. Keeping her slave's eyes locked into her own, she stepped close and gripped the back of Sam's head with her hand and savagely and passionately plundered her mouth, demanding and probing dominantly while grinding her pelvis against her slave's vulnerable and aroused clitoris.

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Sam moaned openly and wantonly, reverently accepting and reacting to her Mistress's actions and use of her body.

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With her servant moaning with arousal and desire, Janet quickly slipped down and took one soft breast in her mouth and bit down hard while simultaneously pushing a stiff finger into her slave's puckered backdoor opening.

The warm, sexy, spread-eagle form jerked and shrieked at the sudden assault and Janet chuckled while stepping back to watch Sam's wet, red breast sway on her heaving chest as she panted and her pelvis jerked and tremored.

The fever burned deep and the fires raged inside of her. Pushing her needs and desires to new levels – and depths.

And right now, what she needed... was this, and the flames inside of her danced and burned with anticipation and necessity.

Picking up the long, wire-thin object, she sat before her suspended slave and carefully inserted the item into the opening in her cock where her ejaculate emerged from. Threading the long wire further and further in, her back arched from the piercing sensation and she hissed with the mixture of pleasure/pain lancing through her groin and awakening cock.

With it fully inserted, the last half inch of the wire extended out past the tip of her now hardening phallus. Leaning back in the chair, she took slow, deep breaths and looked up at her watching, waiting servant. Who was watching - avidly, and with anticipation and adoration.

Standing, Janet grinned lewdly and wickedly at her captive and then slid a small block over and stepped up on it. Standing on the block, Janet's pelvis was now even with her slave's, compensating for Sam's much longer legs.

"Watch," she commanded, and Sam obediently lowered her eyes to watch her Goddess's hand stroke her cock into rigidity. Janet watched her slave's eyes gleam with anticipation and love as her glorious cock swelled and stiffened before her.

"Do you want it?" Janet asked, knowing the answer full-well, but needing to hear it.

"Yes, yes, please," Sam panted, her face and chest flushed with arousal and desire.

"Are you sure?" Janet asked in a threatening and promising tone.

"Yes, please," Sam whimpered, never taking her eyes off of the very large and now-throbbing and straining cock as her Goddess's beautiful hand softly slid up and down that magnificent length.

"As you wish," Janet's voice was filled with lust and knowledge and anticipation and need – and she shoved the end of her rigid cock into her servant's soft breast. The protruding wire poking into the exposed and vulnerable nipple and the entire cock stabbing the fleshy mound down and into her slave's chest.

And Sam screamed as her breast exploded with an unbelievable intensity of pleasure and pain, completely overtaking her mind and her thoughts. Her eyes were trapped on the image of the rigid cock impaling her soft breast, and pushing her nipple back into her flesh. Sparks and fingers of some sort of energy danced and lanced across and through her breast, brightening the softly lit room.

Janet watched with deep satisfaction and need and arousal and approval as her plaything howled and convulsed with the searingly intense sexual stimulation and sensation. Her slave's arm and leg muscles tightened and contracted and she pulled and yanked involuntarily against the wrist and ankle cuff restraints as her breast exploded and seared and sang with lancings of pleasure and pain.

Holding her stiff cock against her servant's impaled breast, she stroked her cock hard and fast, the sexual need and desires inside her own groin escalating quickly.

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Sam's entire world both shrank and exploded into her impaled breast. Her vision was completely locked on the image of her mound impaled by that glorious and magnificent stiff cock. Her mind focused entirely on that image and the sensations searing through her breast and from there throughout her body. She was the sexual plug and receptacle for her owner and Mistress.

Pleasure and pain throbbed through her breast and chest at an intensity that she had not previously known or experienced – or even realized possible. She shook and tremored and moaned and groaned and screamed as her breast pulsed and lanced and seared and rippled. She orgasmed repeatedly and endlessly and openly.

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When Janet came, her ejaculate spurted into Sam's breast and sprayed back out of the hollow around Janet's impaling cock and back against Janet's chest. With her hands gripping Sam's sides, Janet thrust and pumped powerfully against Sam's breast, pushing deep and insistently, as if trying to drive her stiff shaft completely through Sam's chest.

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Sam moaned helplessly under the assault, her eyes never leaving the cock impaling her breast, and her mind lost amidst the searing, overwhelming sensations rocketing and flooding through body. Searing outwards from her breast, it rippled and pulsed strongly through her chest and torso and through her pelvis, setting off an endless chain of involuntary orgasms in her aching and pulsing pussy. From her core, the sensations rippled and pulsed down through her arms and legs and down through each and every finger. Her entire body pulsed and rippled with that erotic pleasure/pain sensation radiating out from her impaled breast.

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Finally empty, Janet's cock jerked a few more times tiredly into her slave's pliant breast and Janet sagged against her tremoring and moaning servant. Hanging onto her lover's suspended and sweaty body, she enjoyed the quakes and tremors and moans still vibrating through her willing captive.

Finally pulling away, she sank back into the chair before her toy and inspected her beautiful, flushed body and glazed eyes. Hanging limply from the wrist restraints now, her servant's head lolled heavily to one side and her eyes stared in the general direction of her Mistress and owner. Her assaulted breast was a livid red, a definitive contrast to the alabaster sister breast that had not been used by Janet's cock.

Reaching over, Janet dimmed the room's already low level of lighting so that the room was almost dark.

And there before her, she watched with deep satisfaction as her slave's breast glowed in shifting hues of soft greens and blues. Janet growled softly with deep satisfaction as she watched the play of colors across her servant's beautiful breast, the outline clearly and heavenly displayed by the shimmering phosphorescence inserted by the wire protruding from her phallus and activated by her seed.

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Sam watched with dazed eyes as her breast glowed from within. Soft, shifting greens and blues moved and slowly danced within her mound, making her breast look like an internally lit soft mood lamp.

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Noticing the drying ejaculate on her chest, Janet stood and released the wrist and ankle cuffs, easily catching the falling, limp weight of her supplicant. Lying Sam prone on the bed, she slid alongside her and then pulled her slave on top of her and laid her servant's head onto her Mistress's chest and then commanded, "Clean."

Obediently, Sam propped herself up with her tired arms, and then she happily and adoringly washed her Goddess's now-sticky ejaculate from her chest and torso. Her softly glowing breast lighting her way as she lathed Janet's glorious skin.

"Sleep," Janet then ordered, and possessively held her Roragi-tu to her as they both slipped into slumber.

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Hours later and Janet watched the slowly shifting play of colors glow and radiate from Sam's breast. As strong as they had been hours ago, the phosphorescence would take weeks to dim and fade. And for now, Janet simply reveled in the effect and her control over her Roragi-tu's body and sexuality.

"Sit up," Janet ordered and woke Sam up with a command. Her eyes opening at the sound of her Goddess's voice, her mind took a moment to process the words and then she obediently rose into a sitting position and then leaned back against the headboard at Janet's direction.

Slipping a soft strap around her slave's waist, Janet clipped Sam's wrist cuffs to the waist strap and then straddled her servant's thighs. With one hand deeply massaging the glowing breast, she attacked Sam's mouth with her own, kissing and plundering her warm, wet depths. Sam's mouth opened willingly and with desire, while the palpated breast glowed brighter with the excitation and stimulus of Janet's demanding hand.

With both of the women moaning and rubbing against each other, Janet's cock stiffened and rose and poked between them. Making itself known and igniting their fires.

Pulling back from Sam's mouth, Janet listened with deep pleasure to her supplicant's moan of disappointment as her Goddess withdrew from her.

"Watch," Janet commanded and her insides warmed with satisfaction as Sam's head bowed and her eyes fastened onto the dark, straight form of her Mistresses throbbing cock as illuminated by the light emanating from her breast. Sliding her hand from the glowing breast, she slid that hand around Sam's side and to her back, bracing herself and gaining leverage. With her other hand, she gripped the Sam's dark breast and held it firmly as she lifted her hips up and forward, impaling the soft nipple and flesh as she had the other breast so many hours previously.

Leaning her head forward, she gripped her slave's hair animalistically as she began fiercely thrusting and rocking against her pliant and willing Roragi-tu. Her groin and lower pelvis lifting and falling against Sam's wet and aroused clitoris and pelvis. Janet's pussy dripped with arousal that slid down amongst Sam's sensitive and tingling tissues and folds and openings, driving her to push upwards and pull her thighs apart, begging for her Goddess's penetration and use.

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Sam's breast exploded with intense waves of pleasure/pain, just as her other breast had earlier. Her body, however, was not 'used to' the sensations, and this second assault was at least as intense and overwhelming as the first. Deep, intense, pulsating and rippling sexual arousal and desire and stimulation radiated out from the breast under attack by Janet's savage pounding. Sam quickly escalated and peaked and orgasmed, and then the orgasms hammered through her one after the other, her chest aching and pounding, her clitoris spasming, and her pussy viscously rippling and contracting around nothing. Moaning and shrieking and yelping, she writhed and convulsed beneath Janet's use of her body.

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Once more, Janet's ejaculate spurted against the deep depression in Sam's pierced breast. Ricocheting back and over Janet's own sweaty chest and torso. Janet plunged and thrust, heedless of the hot searing fluid coating the two women. Driven faster and harder with her burning fever, she poked and stabbed and claimed this female before her. Completely and entirely.

Completely sated, Janet sagged against her hot and sweaty Roragi-tu. Her head lying on Sam's limp shoulder, her arms loosely around her beloved, Janet sighed with profound visceral satisfaction and contentment. The sweat and sticky fluids of orgasm glued the skin of the two women together and Janet wriggled back and forth a little, sliding deliciously and possessively against her willing captive.

With her breath settled back down and her mind refocusing, Janet leaned back in Sam's lap and took in the wonderful light show now playing across her Roragi-tu's beautiful breasts. Both breasts were now lit from within and glowing softly. The colors now not simply greens and blues, but also joined by deep purples that faded and merged and flowed with the original hues.

Simply and absolutely stunning and astounding, Janet's hand slowly and reverently stroked the beauty before her. The fever's fires temporarily sated and tampened, her mind cooled and calmed and she took in Sam's amazing form before her. Glowing and sated and beautiful and sweaty and tired and limp, yet willing and open, her Roragi-tu lay before her.

Tenderly, Janet leaned forward and gently kissed Sam's tired lips and then softly kissed her hot and sweaty forehead. "Thank you," she whispered for the first time in days to her willing beloved.

Gently unclipping Sam's wrists from the waist strap, Janet tugged Sam's limp form down and prone onto the bed, away from the areas damp and wet from their sexual activities.

"Sleep, my love," she whispered and watched with satisfaction as Sam's eyelids slid shut as her body fell into a much-needed sleep.

On her side, beside her beloved, Janet gently caressed Sam's skin in the glow from her breasts. Her mind and soul as quiet and peaceful as it had been since entering the temple so many days ago. The fever's fires still burned inside her, but for these moments, she lay content and peaceful with this amazing woman who gave herself so completely to her.

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Sam woke slowly to the coruscating lights. Drowsy and bemused, her mind drifted semi-awake, idly gazing at the colorful glow. As her eyes focused, she took in the bright glow from her chest and stared at her breasts with amazement. Her breasts ached and tingled... and glowed with a softly shifting play of blues, greens and purples. As if lamps lit from within, her breasts were colorful beacons in the dark room. Her mouth slightly agape, she stared at the play of colors across and within her breasts... which also appeared larger than normal... but perhaps that was because they were glowing in the dark...?

Her eyes wide, and her lips parted, her brain skidded for a few moments and then the memories flooded back of Janet's cock impaling and stabbing and pounding against her breasts. The thin, sharp wire protruding from the end of her Holy Phallus, the repeated stabs and lances and compression as Janet fucked her servant's willing breast with force and domination. The intense and strong ripples and pulses of sexual stimulation and response that had radiated out from her breast and hammered through Sam's body. Orgasm after orgasm as her body had convulsed with climax after climax.

The ache in Sam's breasts moved to the forefront of her awareness as the memories replayed vividly in her mind. The breasts now each ached from the previous pounding and lancing.. and tingled with a continued low level of stimulation and arousal. As Sam focused on it, she realized that the sensations in her breasts were rising and falling in intensity with the movement and play of the shifting colors shining from her mounds.

Awake now, but resting, she watched the lights ripple and morph and sweep across her breasts, sensations resonating with the low level of sexual stimulation and arousal radiating outward from her chest.

Feeling movement beside her, Sam's eyes shifted from the mesmerizing colors and caught reflected glints off of Janet's eyes. The mirrored, shimmering lights gave Sam the impression that she was seeing the virus's fever burning deep inside her beloved's heart and mind.

Silently, Janet reached over and gently caressed the glowing breast closest to her. The graced flesh responded immediately by glowing and burning brighter and sensation and arousal and titillation seared through Sam's chest and her back arched and she gasped with surprise.

Loving the reaction that her gentle touch elicited, Janet smiled lustfully and stroked the other breast and watched with deep satisfaction as the breast glowed brighter where caressed and her servant's body writhed and moaned with arousal and sexual stimulation.

Leaning over, Janet suckled one glowing teat into her warm, wet mouth, while gently fondling the other breast. Sam's movements escalated quickly and Janet switched breasts, suckling the second one, while fondling the one now wet with her saliva.

Moaning and panting, Sam's body flushed and rippled with strong, intense sexual response as her Goddess suckled and fondled her aching and sensitive breasts.

Sensing the approach, Janet hummed against the sensitive tissue in her mouth and then bit down sharply around the teat, while pinching the other nipple hard. Sam orgasmed on command, her body arching and shoving her breast more completely into her Goddess's mouth, while Sam's body rippled with contractions and climax.

Knoshing on the one breast, Janet palpated and pinched the other throughout Sam's orgasm, prolonging and extending it at her pleasure, enjoying Sam's moaning and writhing and jerking and convulsing. She found her beloved's body in orgasm to be one of the most beautiful sights in the universe.

And now, she was even more spectacular, as her sexually manhandled and fucked breasts now shined more brightly and stunningly. Now longer simply glowing, they were now bright orbs of shifting, colorful light in the dark room.

Finally, as her servant's movements slowed and gentled, Janet quieted her own movements and slid her hip over Sam's thigh, pressing her stiffening cock up against the smooth skin and muscles of her willing sex slave.

Slowly rubbing and pressing, Janet let the feelings in her groin build and mount as her cock hardened and filled, all the while enjoying the colorful display shining from Sam's swaying breasts.

Sam lay in a post-orgasmic haze. Aware of her limp, naked form topped by the glowing, aching breasts that still rippled gently with continued sexual sensation and low-level arousal. Aware of the brighter glow from her chest, and very, very aware of her Goddess slowly humping and rubbing her humble servant's willing hip. She lay sated and yet still aroused. She lay open and willing and offering. She lay wishing to fulfill her Goddess's needs and desires.

When her cock was stiff and engorged and throbbing, Janet slid herself on top of her Roragi-tu, straddling her upper thighs, with her hands propped on her servant's gently undulating lower abdomen. Looking down at Sam's beautiful face, lit by the shimmering lights of her own breasts, Janet lifted and rotated her hips back, aiming her stiff cock expertly while sliding her hands down onto the sides of Sam's waist, just above her hips.

Catching Sam's eyes, lit with the colorful display from her own mounds, Janet rammed her hips forward with strength and force. Impaling Sam's pussy in one thrust and completely filling and stretching her vagina. And she watched with deep satisfaction as her Roragi-tu's back arched and her pelvis was shoved towards the assault, and the two women ground against each other, Janet's phallus fully and completely embedded in her slave.

Grinding her hips back and forth while pressing and pushing in and up, Janet's body sent a clear message of sexual domination and control to Sam's opening and willing one. Janet growled her unchallenged supremacy while Sam moaned and panted with gratitude and pleasure at serving her Mistress and lover.

The fever burning fiercely inside her, Janet's eyes flashed and stared intently at her prey while beginning to thrust and pound harshly and quickly. Sam's eyes stayed trapped in her captor's gaze, willing, open, begging, and loving.

The sensations built quickly for both of them. Janet's mind was lost in the sexual pleasure of controlling and dominating and taking and using her sex slave so completely. Janet's cock throbbing and straining and rubbing and stroking and filling and stretching Sam's pussy. The friction and warmth and wetness and tight embrace, all sensations that flowed and pulsed through Janet's fiery, demanding core.

Sam's pussy flushed hotly with warmth and her mind was lost amongst the amazing feeling of stretching and filling and pounding and thrusting and friction as her vagina was used and taken by her deity's holy cock. Added to the sensations were the continued rippling and aching of her swaying, glowing breasts. The coruscating light patterns matching the rhythms of sexual sensation emanating from her chest and through her core.

The force of Janet's thrusts, shoved Sam's body, inch by inch, across the bed, Sam's hips spread wide, her legs bent up to ease her Roragi's access and penetration, her breasts swaying and jerking and bouncing and pulsating with Janet's pounding, demanding rhythm.

The bouncing, jerking light show fed Janet's fever and escalated her intensity and she thrust and pounded and impaled the willing female below her with only thoughts of her own alpha-dominant pleasure and release. Not considering her slave's sexual responses or needs, she became focused on solely reaching her own climax and relief. Pounding savagely, she ripped her cock in and out of the warm, delicious, tight pussy.

And when she came, she howled her dominion to the heavens. Jerking her hips spasmodically, her cock ejaculated in hot spurts inside her property, marking her, scoring her, branding her, claiming her.

"Mine!" she screamed to the air above the rocking mattress. "Mine!" she screamed again and again as her phallus continued to empty with need and fervor.

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Sam orgasmed with her Roragi's climax. Sam's body rippled with contractions and muscle convulsions and her pussy rippled and pulled and milked at Janet's glorious and magnificent cock stroking inside her supplicant's vagina. Sexual pleasure along with the deep, soul-deep, satisfaction of the adoring servant to her mistress, flooded through Sam's body and mind.

Satiated and replete, Janet collapsed down onto the hot, sweaty, but pliant, form of her Roragi-tu below her. Her head lying between the dazzling light display emanating from Sam's breasts, Janet lay limp as she panted and recovered, her softening cock still fully filling and gracing her slave's pussy.

The two women lay, hot and sweaty, and tired and sated, heavy against the mattress.

Recovering, Janet lifted her head and shoulders and softly kissed Sam's sweaty breastbone between her glistening and glowing breasts. The raging fires of the fever tamped down temporarily again, Janet's loving and grateful eyes slid up and met Sam's looking back with adoration and a love of unfathomable depths. Seeing and recognizing the lack of limits on Sam's love made Janet's heart swell and she smiled tenderly and gratefully at her beloved's flushed face and sated eyes.

"I love you," she said sincerely and appreciatively, and as Sam opened her mouth to reply, Janet leaned over and claimed Sam's reply with a tender and loving kiss that Sam returned gently and reverently.

Pulling back again, she listened to Sam's sigh with happiness and then Janet pulled her hips back and slid her now flaccid cock out of her servant's pleasured and used pussy.

Sitting back on Sam's upper legs, Janet's eyes widened with pleasure and approval as she took in the effect and result of her cock's latest assault on her Roragi-tu.

Because Sam's pussy was now also glowing. Her groin and pelvis were pulsing with a light from within. Shimmering and coruscating blues and greens and purples and maroons shifted and played across her flesh, as if a bright light was fully inserted in her vagina. A soft spray of light leaked and bled out of her glistening, wet and dripping opening, while the flesh of her pelvis glowed as if lit from within.

And her clitoris. It shone a brilliant, hot yellow. A tiny nubbin of hot, intense light, like a star against a colorful nebular backdrop, her stimulated clitoris signaled its location and need clearly.

"Wow," Janet breathed with awe and amazement and admiration. Her Roragi-tu was absolutely spectacular, gorgeous and amazing.

"Sam, look," Janet instructed, and Sam obediently pushed herself up onto bent arms so that she could peer down beyond her bright breasts.

In amazement, Sam took in the colorful light display emanating from her groin and pelvis. Her mind dazedly acknowledged that her aching and sore pussy was slowly pulsating in rhythm with the movements and motions of the lights shimmering and coruscating in her lower sex. Her eyes widened more at the glaring beacon of her brightly shining clitoris. Slowly her eyes were pulled up to meet Janet's watching hers.

Smiling with deep possessiveness and pleasure, Janet stared back at Sam's wide and amazed eyes. "I made you into this," she smugly and proudly informed her Roragi-tu.

"Yes, my love," Sam agreed easily and reverently.

"You were beautiful, you were gorgeous, you were sexy, you were alluring and enticing... and now you are an awe-inspiring, mesmerizing and wondrous spectacle," Janet elaborated with expansive pride.

"I am your creation, I exist at your whim and command," Sam returned devotedly and fervently.

"Yes, you are my creation," Janet breathed as her eyes raked over the shimmering, coruscating lights playing through her Roragi-tu's breasts and pelvis. "My beautiful and amazing creation," she sighed with deep pleasure and ownership.

"Lay back and rest," Janet tenderly instructed, knowing full-well that Sam's breasts and pussy ached with the extensive and demanding use of the past day and night here in this darkened room. Knowing full-well that Sam's body was still being continuously sexually stimulated and aroused in time and rhythm of the lights' shimmering and pulsating movements.

Submissively, Sam lay back, prone before her Goddess. On display and at the pleasure of her Roragi, Sam lay back, tired and sated, but fully aware of the picture and image that she presented and displayed. Her naked form limp and vulnerable and passive as the lights shimmered and pulsated across her breast and pelvis, as if her mounds were lit internally by light that shown clear through her skin and beyond. Her body in a low level of continual sexual arousal and stimulation as sensations rippled softly through her breasts and pussy and clitoris in time to the pulsing, morphing lights. Blues and greens and purples and now maroons, played across her flesh and suffused the air above the bed.

Her breathing settled and slowed and her eyelids slid half-shut as she drowsily drifted in a pleasurable haze, lying prone before her Goddess.

Janet watched, mesmerized, and then she stretched out alongside her Roragi-tu and propped her head up on one arm and simply enjoyed the peace temporarily cooling the fires in her core and her mind as her gorgeous and sexy beloved glowed and shimmered before her.

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Waking slowly, Janet snuggled the warmth of her beloved in her arms, and then smiled as she recognized the pulsing glow beyond her closed eyelids. With one of her arms wrapped over Sam's chest, just below her breasts, and one of her legs curled over Sam's hip and thigh, Janet gently squeezed the warm, sexy female possessively.

With her head on Sam's shoulder, she contentedly watched the shimmering light show emanating from her Roragi-tu's gorgeous mounds and flesh.

Eventually, she stretched and woke Sam up and set them both on relief, ablutions and the intake of sustenance.

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Leading Sam outside, Janet ordered, "Down, on all fours," and her servant submissively dropped to her hands and knees on the indicated grass.

Pushing Sam's legs apart with her feet, Janet moved between Sam's legs and pressed the length of her rigid and straining cock inside her servant's butt crack, sliding her phallus between Sam's soft flesh.

Sam moaned and wriggled her ass enticingly and invitingly as she felt the wonderful and arousing feel of Janet's warm, stiff flesh along the length of her crack. Sam's body responded to the promise and her pussy ached and fluids swelled and leaked towards her opening, while her dangling, swaying breasts became heavier and began to ache and tingle with increasing arousal.

Smiling at her slave's willing and devoted response, Janet reached down along Sam's right side and pulled her arm up and clipped her wrist cuff to the waiting waist strap. With her servant supporting herself now only on one arm, Janet moved to the other side and pulled that arms up as well, pulling Sam's torso back and up as she did so, allowing Sam to support her weight on her knees, but not allowing her to straighten up, keeping her bent over at an angle a bit.

With both of her wrists secured at her waist, Sam knelt before Janet, leaning forward and only kept from falling by Janet's arm around her abdomen.

Janet's hands moved up and each took one of Sam's breasts and began kneading and squeezing possessively and greedily as Janet's lips and teeth licked and nipped and grazed the luscious skin of Sam's shoulders and back.

With Janet's rigid cock still lying along the length of Sam's crack, and Janet's hands working her breasts and Janet's teeth and tongue and lips teasing and tormenting her shoulders and back, Sam moaned and writhed and groaned with stimulation and pleasure. Completely helpless and under the control of her Roragi, Sam gave herself completely to her beloved's burning desires and needs for domination and control.

And the fires burned and seared within Janet, screaming for her to completely assert and proclaim her power and supremacy over her female. Over this female. Over this luscious flesh that would be so desired and accepted by so many, but was solely for Janet's purposes and pleasures.

The need to demonstrate and physically prove her alpha-control raged through her in increasing waves and surges. Harder and harder, she squeezed and pinched Sam's breasts and nipples, while pressing her pelvis forward hard, at the same time that her licks and nips became rasps and bites.

Sam's body trembled and quaked with sexual response as her body helplessly rippled with increasing sexual stimulation.

Pulling back, Janet pushed Sam's head and torso down until her forehead was braced against the ground, and then with both hands, she spread those beautiful ass cheeks and exposed that puckered backdoor. Smiling with spiraling need and desire, Janet pulled back and with one smooth thrust, impaled her cock into Sam's tight, warm backchannel.

Gripping Sam's hips on either side, Janet pushed firmly and completely stuffed her large, thick phallus into her willing and groaning and moaning slave.

Sam's torso jerked forward at the harsh thrust and her forehead skidded across the grass as her ass was stretched and completely filled by her Goddess's glorious shaft.

Sam yelped and panted directly down into the turf. Her pussy ached to be filled, while her ass stretched painfully, yet pleasurably, with its overfilling.

Janet pulled back and thrust in again, strong and hard and domineering and with complete and utter control as she used Sam's body as a living glove to fuck her throbbing cock.

Again and again, she pulled in and out, jerking Sam forward with each thrust, grinding and scraping her slave's knees and forehead into the grass.

The fever in Janet's mind exulted and raged with rippling and escalating fire and the need for physical and sexual domination as she pounded into Sam's ass from behind while jerking and pushing her completely helpless and very sexual body across the garden.

Sam's breasts flopped and jerked and bounced colorfully as they dangled from her chest while Janet humped and pounded against Sam's open and exposed ass. Sam's aching and begging pussy dripped with fluids as Janet impaled and pierced her other channel.

With her sexual rages continuing to build, Janet reached down and pulled Sam's head up by her hair, unconcerned for the soft pleasures of her sexual toy, Janet was completely lost in the fever roiling and raging through her mind and body, and the fever demanded complete and utter physical and sexual domination of this female.

Pulling Sam's head up with one hand in her hair, Janet kept her other hand on Sam's hip and began thrusting more rapidly and fiercely.

Sam's head curled up and back as her Mistress's hand gripped a large handful of hair and pulled. The large handful spread the pressure across the back of Sam's head, and Sam's head lifted easily and her neck and shoulders lifted and curled backwards, her head coming up while her chest arched down and her nipples brushed the grass.

Moaning with the relentless pleasure/pain combinations relentlessly assaulting her body, Sam's knees continued to jerk and skid across the grass as Janet's testosterone-enhanced strength held Sam's torso and head above the ground as Janet pounded and impaled her slave.

Grunting and growling, while forcefully bucking against her willing and responding servant, Janet propelled them jerkily across the grass.

Sam's moans and grunts and yelps punctuated and fed Janet's rhythms and ever-building internal fires and rage.

Finally climaxing hard and deep inside Sam's anus, Janet pushed hard against Sam's ass while pulling Sam's head back with strength and her slave's body arched and curled so that she was looking up at the sky as her Goddess's precious nectar jetted forcefully inside of her.

Jerking and moaning with pleasure at her release and domination, Janet held Sam's head back and her back arched throughout Janet's climax and continued thrusts and jerks as her cock completely emptied itself.

Finally done, Janet released her hold on her slave's hair and Sam's head and torso flopped back down to rest on her forehead once more.

Panting and moaning from her own climax, Sam rested with her head down and her ass still up and with her Goddess's now-softening cock still filling and stuffing and stretching her anal channel. Intense warmth and pleasure radiated out from her ass as her body absorbed and integrated the hot seed and its chemicals on top of the sexual stimulation and release.

Janet's weight pressed down on Sam as her Roragi lay limply over her slave's supporting bent posture.

With her breath quieting back down, Janet felt the warm, sweaty body beneath her, holding her Goddess up off of the turf. Impaled by her voracious, but now soft, cock. With pleasure and satiation suffusing her body now, Janet reveled in her domination and taking of this gorgeous and beautiful female.

Pulling herself up and off of Sam's warm back, Janet pulled her cock out of Sam's ass and knelt there, examining the results.

And the results were that the base of Sam's spine now glowed and shimmered with colors that seemed to be coming from a light inside of her. The line of shifting colors rippled in a bumpy line that led directly into the crack between those beautiful ass cheeks.

With complete assurance of her control and right to do so, Janet spread Sam's ass cheeks wide with her hands and smiled lustfully and lewdly at the results before her. The shimmering, shifting line of colors went right down Sam's spine and along the bottom of her butt crack, circling and swirling around her puckered anus, and then continuing down to meet and fuse with the shimmering play of colors that were continuing to play across her pussy and the front of her pelvis and groin.

And Sam's continued low moans and gentle writhing confirmed her unremitting arousal and desire and begging invitations.

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The fever was escalating and building within Janet again, consuming her thoughts and her actions and tunneling her focus to simply Sam. And now her eyes lustfully raked over the beautiful expanse of naked skin before her. And the position. With the coruscating fluid light show suffusing down into the bedding, Janet's core wriggled and burned and flamed with anticipation and delight.

Sam was face-down on the bed, her back arched into the mattress and headboard as her torso bent and swept up and vertical to where her arms were secured to straps from rings high on the wall above the headboard. Pillows propped her gently curving form so that her wrists and arms were not taking her weight.

Provocative. Erotic. Janet saw only the invitation to sex and sexual domination when she took in the bare ass and beautiful curved back and long, long legs on display before her. And the bedding glowed and rippled as Sam's body shown downward – except for where the phosphorescence wrapped an arc up and around and past the opening to her pussy and anus and up her butt crack and spearing up the base of her spine.

Beautiful. Spectacular. A work of art. Breathtaking. Awe-inspiring.

All of that and more went through Janet's mind as her eyes feasted on the scene before her.

And the fires within Janet grew and fanned higher with desire and need as she drank in the sight of her supplicant's willing offering.

"Sam?" Janet asked with a low growl.

"Yes, Goddess," came the devoted and deeply sincere reply, spoken into the pillows.

"Do you want me to take you here? In this position?" Janet asked with a growing and dangerous smile.

"Yes, Goddess, please," Sam answered genuinely and openly, her body aching to be used by her Mistress and owner.

Crawling over her slave's prone form, Janet positioned herself so that she was straddling Sam's left knee. Leaning over, she possessively squeezed one of the luscious ass cheeks on display center-stage.

"Ahhh..," Sam moaned with pleasure at the touch of her beloved, and Janet's smile grew and the fire in her eyes deepened with lust and desire.

With her second hand joining the first, she massaged and stroked and petted and squeezed the fleshy mounds of both ass cheeks, while Sam moaned softly and wriggled her ass enticingly and invitingly in response and arousal.

Choosing the one that she wanted to focus on, Janet squeezed the cheek and then lightly bit the flesh pinched between her fingers and was rewarded with a jerk and gasp from her gorgeous slave.

Leaning over with her hands on either side of Sam's slim waist, Janet licked and nuzzled the flushed skin of Sam's back, eliciting more moans and sighs of arousal and desire from the female below her.

And then Janet jerked her hips up and forward, stabbing the tip of her stiff and throbbing cock into the exposed and vulnerable flesh of Sam's right ass cheek. Impaling the malleable mound, the wire still extending out of the tip of her phallus, poked into Sam's soft flesh, pricking and driving into her. The broad tip of Janet's hard cock pressed hard and created a deep, concave indentation as Sam's body attempted to jerk forward, but was cushioned against the bedding and pillows pinning her in position.

Kneeling doggie-style over her prostrate Roragi-tu, Janet began swinging her hips back and rocking them forward hard and strong, impaling and poking and fucking Sam's delicious and sexy ass cheek savagely and imperiously. The wire protruding from the tip of her cock pricked and poked the soft, pounded skin over and over, and all over, just as it had on each of her beautiful breasts and inside her wonderful pussy.

The fire and lust and deep passion escalated within Janet's core and she licked and nipped at the vulnerable and exposed delectable skin before her face as her cock pounded relentlessly and repeatedly into her sexual property.

Sam's body rocked and jerked from the pounding and impaling of her ass at the same time that her torso writhed and wriggled from the sexual teasing and stimulation on the skin of her back by her deity. Sam, as always, opened herself entirely to Janet's current wishes, needs and desires. Completely accepting and embracing and giving, Sam allowed Janet to completely use and dominate her Roragi-tu.

Grinding her torso side to side as much as she could within the bounds of her restraints, her breasts were pressed and ground into the pillows and bedding, as was her clitoris, and they all sung and ached with sexual arousal and stimulation. Her pussy ached and begged for use as her body shook and jerked and desperately ached to answer Janet's sexual rhythm.

Janet came fierce and hot, her cock stabbing for depth and penetration into the pounded and beaten soft mound of Sam's ass. Jerking spasmodically, Janet emptied herself into the current depression in the soft flesh as her cock strained to pierce through Sam's flesh and reach the bedding on the other side.

Sam was pinned to the bed beneath Janet's fever-strength. Her Goddess's glorious cock stabbing deep into her ass and, while jerking, continuing to press deeper with each forceful stab. And when her deity's warm, divine seed spurted forth and ran across Sam's flesh, her body suffused with ecstasy and she climaxed and her pussy clenched tightly and spikes of pleasure shot between her aching breasts and clitoris and groin. Moaning with the bliss of Janet's use and domination of her offered body, Sam's body rocked and convulsed with pleasure.

Sated and possessively content, Janet leaned against the flushed body tremoring and moaning softly beneath her, feeling the echoing pleasures quaking and shuddering through her servant and willing slave.

Leaning back and sitting up, Janet perused the results before her, where the assaulted ass cheek was now glowing brightly, as if there were a shifting array of lights embedded in the heart of the mound, soft and beautiful lights rippled and glowed forth.

Lightly running her hand across the surface of the ass cheek still coated with her seed, Janet smiled with deep content as the path of her fingers was answered with a tracing of lights crossing over the deeper shifting of colors. Massaging and kneading, she helped her fluids penetrate and absorb into the pricked and stabbed and tender flesh.

And willingly helpless to her beloved's ministrations, Sam moaned and writhed as her body rocked and tremored with a string of gentle climaxes and soft orgasms. Sam's mind was adrift in a haze of pleasure and bliss and ecstasy as her Goddess played with her.

Smiling with alpha-possessiveness and pride, Janet finally quieted her motions and watched as her servant moaned and sighed with both relief and disappointment.

Absolutely gorgeous, Janet eyed the sexy beauty before her proprietarily.

Her own raging lusts momentarily cooled and quieted, Janet lay alongside the glowing curves and rested contentedly, watching with pleasure and pride as her Roragi-tu drifted, and glowed, in the after-bliss of her usage.

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Just an hour and a half later and the fires were burning deep in Janet's chest and groin and mind again, the fever flaming higher once more. Sam rested alongside her, no longer tied to the headboard, she glowed beautifully in the darkened room.

Her objective clear, and predetermined, she climbed once more over her face-down and prone beloved and slipped a pillow beneath Sam's hips, elevating her ass just a little, just enough. Smiling with anticipation and desire, Janet slapped the glowing ass cheek hard and was rewarded with the imprint of her hand glowing bright orange-red in front of the blues, purples, greens and maroons emanating from Sam's mound.

Growling with her quickly mounting desire, Janet straddled Sam's left knee and quickly jerked her hips forward, impaling the dark ass cheek firmly and deeply.

Unbound, but devotedly submissive, Sam's hands twisted in the sheets beside her head as her body was jerked and her ass was pounded and impaled.

Janet quickly set up a hard and rough rhythm that jerked Sam's hips, and pillow, inch-by-inch across the bed. Impaling and stabbing and piercing and pounding into her beloved's soft and yielding flesh, Janet unleashed her inner sexual furies as the fever raged and crested within her. Her mind lost in the fever and need to take and dominate and sexually claim this female. Over and over.

Pounded and sore and pricked and stabbed, Sam's ass ached and pulsed with sensation and stimulation. As before, her sensitive breasts and clitoris responded to the grinding against the bedding and her pussy ached and fluids dripped from her opening as her body flushed and rippled with desire and arousal and need.

And again, Janet came with a ferocity that gave her additional adrenalin-strength and focus, and she thrust her hips and stabbed her throbbing and stiff shaft into Sam's flesh as if she was straining to pierce her servant completely and impale her to the pillow below.

And when her Goddess climaxed, Sam did also, her body rocking with convulsions and rippling with delight and searing sensations of jubilation at serving and being used.

Janet lay limply over her Roragi-tu, sandwiching her warm, sweaty slave between her Goddess and the bedding. Sated once more, Janet nuzzled her beloved's neck and hugged her property possessively and happily. The fever's fires dampened once more, and only for the time being, Janet lazed and dozed on top of her sexy, willing mattress.

Sam drifted dreamily below the warm, comforting blanket of her beloved. Happy and grateful, she lay devotedly open and willing and ever-submissive.

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Waking hours later, Janet drowsily opened her eyes to find herself lying spooned up behind Sam. Janet's arm possessively curled around her slave's waist, her face buried against the back of Sam's beautiful and desirable neck.

Pulling back, she looked down at the two glowing orbs of Sam's ass with deep pleasure and pride.

Leaning over Sam's shoulder, she smiled even wider at the light show playing over her Roragi-tu's breasts and pelvis and groin. Lit from the front, the pelvis and the behind, she was a spectacular sight to behold. The soft, shifting lights an entrancing symphony of color that appeared to emanate from deep within her body and suffuse through her skin.

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Although she still had at least one more immediate objective for her creation, she ordained a break for food, relief, bathing and stretching. Showers were followed by dinner and then a stroll around their private garden, where Sam padded naked and glowing alongside her strutting Mistress who thoroughly enjoyed the show Sam presented and displayed.

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Hours later, rested and well-fed, Janet sat in one of the softly padded, upright chairs with her slave kneeling and prostrate before her, kissing the ground reverently before her Goddess. Sam's glowing ass poked up into the air, and her breasts brushed the ground lit with the reflected light from her chest and pelvis.

The fevers building once more inside of her, Janet watched the submissive display of devotion and adoration with need and desire. Gently stroking her cock, her eyes raked lustfully over the expanse of beautiful, naked skin displayed before her, and the gorgeously sexy curves that were topped by the exquisite round orbs of coruscating light that were her Sam's glowing ass.

When her shaft was fully erect and straining with throbbing desire, Janet commanded, "Suck," and watched with satisfaction as her slave's head obediently lifted and her eyes widened with pleasure and gratitude and devotion at the sight of her Goddess's full and stiff cock waving above her.

Raising herself smoothly, Sam pulled herself between Janet's open knees and bent smoothly over the tip of her weeping cock. Opening her mouth, she enveloped her deity's warm, glorious phallus, its flesh gracing the inside of her mouth with delicious sensations and taste.

Janet moaned with pleasure as Sam's warm, wet mouth humbly serviced her lusting cock. Placing her hand commandingly on the back of her willing slave's head, Janet pushed down and shoved her phallus deeply and fully down her servant's throat. Sam, anticipating the domineering movement, relaxed her jaw and happily allowed the deepest penetration that her Goddess desired.

With her hand in Sam's hair, Janet pulled her slave's head back and her servant lovingly suckled and caressed and lathed her Goddess's cock as it withdrew. Shoving Sam's head back down hard and fast, Janet thrust her hips up to impale and reach as deeply as possible as she ground her slave's face into her Mistress's groin.

Sam suckled and fucked her deity's phallus with deep pleasure and happiness. The wire tip protruding from the cock scratching and pricking her tongue and cheeks and throat, sending titillating sensations from her head down to her aching, swaying breasts and aching clitoris and pussy.

When Janet came, she soared to heights of pleasure and climax that she hadn't felt before and her cock squirted and pulsed and emptied a triple-normal volume of her hot, searing seed into her gratefully accepting and delightedly blessed servant.

Janet's cum surged and flooded into her Roragi-tu, filling and suffusing Sam's insides and mind with love and pleasure euphoria and bliss.

Exhausted, and with her fever's fires once more quieted a bit, Janet lay limply against the padded upright chair. Proud and happy and sated, her eyes lazily took in the submissive and devoted form between her knees, still sucking lovingly and reverently on her Goddess's now soft cock.

"Eat my pussy," Janet commanded softly and with desire, and then slid her hips forward as her slave's head pulled back and her Goddess's soft shaft slipped from her reverent lips.

Obediently and eagerly, Sam dipped her head and nuzzled below the flopping, now-flaccid, but divine cock. Worming her nose between her deity's dripping folds, Sam licked and lathed and probed for her Goddess's opening.

Janet moaned with the new arousal and spread her thighs to facilitate her slave's compliant services.

Burying her face in her Goddess's folds and crease, Sam ate and suckled and drank the divine nectar and ambrosia emanating from her beloved deity. Probing and lathing and licking, her tongue traversed deeper and deeper into her Goddess's pussy. Lovingly and reverently, she serviced Janet's internal tissues and paid special attentions to her G-spot and tight opening.

Completely and joyfully immersed in her glorious duties, Sam pressed and buried her face between her Goddess's thighs, each drop of her deity's fluids suffusing her slave's body with delight and joy and gratitude.

Ecstasy and bliss mounted throughout Sam's body as she submissively and happily ate her Roragi's pussy.

And for Janet, the sexual tensions built and mounted and escalated once more, her pussy titillated and suckled and licked and lathed lovingly and reverently. The fever's rage mounted and Janet flushed hotly, her pelvis beginning to buck as her pussy demanded completion. Janet's feverish eyes watched the writhing, jerking scene between her legs hotly and lustfully and possessively.

And when Sam's tongue once more lathed and scraped against her sensitive and titillated G-spot, Janet climaxed and her thighs clenched around her servant's head, squeezing and shoving her slave's face tightly into her pussy and her supplicant's willing tongue deeper.

Her pelvis bucking and jerking and her thighs squeezing tightly and convulsively, Janet's body rocked with orgasm and her pussy pulled and yanked on Sam's penetrating tongue, trying to milk the seed from the impaling organ.

And Sam willingly pushed deeper with each rippling convulsion of her Goddess's internal muscles. Willing and obedient and desiring nothing more than to please and serve her Roragi, Sam pushed her face into Janet's groin and happily fucked her Goddess's pussy with her tongue and face.

Lubricating fluids flushed and oozed and dripped from Janet's orgasming pussy, spilling into Sam's waiting and eager mouth, and she happily and joyfully drank and suckled and lapped-up the heavenly juices.

Lying limp and sated once more in the chair, Janet wiggled softly and contentedly as her Roragi-tu continued to gently lick and suckle her Roragi's pussy.

"Again," Janet ordered greedily, and writhed with pleasure/pain as her happily obedient slave once more began delving and probing the now-very-sensitive and swollen tissues of her Goddess's divine pussy.

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Janet woke in the semi-dark of the early morning, just before the full sunrise. Moving, she immediately realized that her thighs encased something warm and large. Indolently recognizing that her sex slave's willingly obedient head was ensconced in her Mistress's pussy, Janet sighed with content as she remembered her last orders to her slave before sleep.

"Keep your face in my pussy as I sleep, your mouth at my opening," Janet had commanded, and Sam had obediently and willingly kept her face nuzzled and pressed to her Goddess's glorious pussy while her Roragi slept. All night, Sam had lain with her head between Janet's thighs, her nose inhaling her Goddess's heavenly scent, her lips and tongue graced with Mistress's moisture and taste, her face pressed against her Roragi's gloriously delicate skin.

Sam spent the night awake, but resting drowsily, happy and content as her Roragi slept and dreamt.

Janet languidly gazed down at the glowing form between her legs. The rippling, shifting play of lights played across and through all of her Roragi-tu's form now. Through her arms and legs and hands and feet. Through her face and lips and tongue and mouth. Her entire body glowed and suffused from that inner, glorious and beautiful light.

"Stand beside the bed," Janet commanded and Sam obediently pulled her face from the warm, wet and silky folds between her deity's wonderful thighs. Sliding off of the bed, she stood dutifully and waited patiently.

Janet's eyes took in the wondrous spectacle shimmering before her. Sam was a gorgeous, long-legged beauty, and the extraordinary light display playing through her form was astounding and awe-inspiring.

Deep pride and lust also burned and rippled through Janet as she took in her creation. Because that's what it was. Her creation. The emanating, coruscating glow a direct response and reaction to Janet's sexual assaults and orgasms and painting on her Roragi-tu.

The glorious and spectacular light show was Janet's claim and ownership of Sam. The amazing and astounding colorful luminosity was a glowing beacon of Janet's sexual declaration and dominance and usage of Sam's body.

Janet basked in the light of her sexual acts and dominance and usage of her willing slave.

Sam's body was a glowing, beautiful trophy that screamed for all to see that Janet was her owner, her master, her sexual dominator, her user, her Goddess, her Mistress, her deity, her Roragi. Every part of Sam's body that glowed so beautifully, shone because of Janet's sexual dominance and assertions and usage.

Sam was tattooed with light as Janet's property and willing sex slave.

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Janet lay back against the pillows and drank in the magnificent and glorious sight of her Roragi-tu's graceful, sexy form glowing with shifting, beautiful colors. Her eyes slid over those wonderfully round and glowing breasts, and down her abdomen, down her glowing arms to the tips of her amazingly beautiful and delicate hands and fingers blushing with colors, down across her pelvis, swirling around her clitoris and swooping and sliding down between her thighs, and down her long, breathtakingly gorgeous legs shining with flushes of shifting colors from within. Ending with her beautiful feet, shining and flushing with the soft colors that played across and from within.

It was as if the lights of Sam's soul had been unleashed and now shone forth for all to see. For Janet. By Janet. And Janet's pride smiled deep and across her face as she gazed possessively at her awe-inspiring and beautiful Roragi-tu.

Janet's eyes finally tracked their leisurely way back up the sexy and amazing form before her and her eyes focused on the eyes of her beloved. And surprisingly found them not looking back at the eyes of her Goddess. With her eyebrows raising, she followed Sam's line of vision... to Janet's crotch and abdomen... where her stiff cock strained and bobbed with passion and need... and its own shifting glow of colors!

Amazed, Janet stared at her erect and rigid shaft as it glowed above her groin, the play of softly shifting colors identical to that moving and morphing across and from within her Roragi-tu.

Tension and passion and sexual need danced and coiled in her abdomen and core, but Janet simply lay and watched the play of colors from her glowing rod.

Slowly reaching her hand down, she softly caressed the tender and sensitive flesh and watched as the colors rippled and responded to her touch.

Pride filled her chest as she took in the beauty and symbolism of her shining phallus. Her eyes tracked back to her patiently waiting and glowing slave, and she lightly caressed her glowing shaft, her implement, her wand. The wand that she painted her Roragi-tu with. The wand that commanded and used and created the beauty before her.

Propping herself in a gently reclining position, Janet softly commanded, "Mount me," and Sam's eyes widened with delight and honor as she crawled onto the bed and straddled her Goddess.

Lifting her pelvis, Sam followed Janet's guiding hands on her hips and felt the tip of her deity's glowing shaft against her slave's wet and aching opening. Meeting Janet's eyes, Sam waited with anticipation. Janet smiled at her willing and eager servant and then ordered, "Ride my rod," and watched with satisfaction as Sam's eyes responded with gratitude and desire and delight as she gently lowered herself onto her Goddess's glowing wand.

Slowly and gently, Sam lifted and lowered herself, caressing and stroking her Goddess's divine and glorious rod with love and devotion. Janet moaned at the slow and gentle friction, and pulling and stretching, while her eyes drank in the awe-inspiring sight of Sam's beautifully glowing form slowly fucking and screwing her Roragi's commanding and glowing shaft.

The sight emblazoned on Janet's mind and memory. One of beauty and eroticism. One of astonishing, heart-filling splendor and dazzling magnificence. Janet's mind groped for words sufficient to describe the scene before her and on her and within her.

Sam looked down at Janet with utter worship and devotion. Her body happily and proudly glowing and radiating with her love and commitment to her Roragi. Sam's eyes adoringly watched Janet's glorious body as she writhed and moaned with arousal and stimulation as her sex slave rode her divine rod slowly and lovingly. Her Goddess's soft and perfect skin shone with the reflected lights and colors emanating from her Roragi-tu, and Sam watched her Goddess's erotic display with passion and deep gratitude. Humbly grateful that she was allowed and permitted to service her Goddess in this intimate and special fashion.

Their climax was not frantic, or hard, but rather soft and gentle and one of mutual pleasure and reciprocation. Janet's phallus erupted softly and with a warm flush of ambrosia inside Sam's loving and accepting pussy. Sam's internal muscles rippled softly and in concert with Janet's gentle thrusts and upward pushes, assisting her deity's soft ejaculation, but not demanding.

Pleasure and bliss flooded Janet's mind as her eyes watched Sam's body flush brighter as her Roragi-tu's body arched gently and moaned softly as she gently climaxed around her Goddess's nectar warmly filling her pussy. Janet watched with lazy, possessive pride and enjoyment, through half-lidded eyes, as Sam's breasts and groin flushed orange and golden as her body climaxed and rippled with pleasure, while Janet's hips indolently thrust upwards gently and softly as her cock slowly emptied itself.

Through the aftermath, Janet lay quietly, limp and sated, below her shining Roragi-tu. Janet's eyes idly and possessively watched her pleasured and glowing beloved as she sat, still impaled by her Goddess's now-soft cock, straddling Janet's groin, her legs bent and folded back alongside her Mistress's long, outstretched ones.

Janet's eyes followed the shifting play of now-brightly glowing colors playing across her Roragi-tu. Deep purples and soft purples. Deep blues and soft blues. Deep greens and soft greens. Deep maroons and soft maroons. Playing and shifting and rippling across that beautiful and magnificent skin. The bright yellows and oranges of climax slowly fading as her slave's body quieted and recovered from the gentle, erotic orgasm. And as the yellows and oranges faded, they lasted the longest on her breasts and teats and clitoris and pussy. Janet's eyes watched, mesmerized, as Sam's nipples shone with the last vestiges of bright yellow, her Roragi-tu's nipples as yellow, shining tips to those beautiful, beautiful breasts.

And as the yellow gleam on the tips faded, Janet's hands moved of their own curious accord, and she lifted her arms and took those glorious breasts in her hands and gently squeezed and watched the resulting response of colors brighten those magnificent orbs. Bracketing those erotic nipples with her fingers, she squeezed and pinched firmly, and was rewarded with a blaze of orange and yellow light streaming from each newly-stimulated and aroused teat.

Rolling the captive flesh between her pinching fingers, she watched with satisfaction and pride as the nipples glowed brighter and the yellow flushed wider and deeper into the breasts as Sam gently moaned and let her head drop back as she held her chest still for her Goddess's ministrations.

Dropping her hands to Sam's hips and thighs, Janet watched as her slave's breasts shone forth as yellow beacons of arousal and stimulation, while her servant moaned and swayed softly and arched back and her pussy dripped more fluids of arousal and desire around the soft phallus filling it.

"Lock your eyes on mine," and Janet waited while Sam's head tilted back forward and her eyes obediently met those of her Mistress.

"Now, masturbate for my pleasure, and don't look away from my eyes," Janet commanded imperiously and lustfully.

Without question or reluctance, Sam's hands came up and began palpating and squeezing and tweaking and pinching her breasts and nipples, and her eyes never wavered from those of her owner and master.

Janet's eyes raked over Sam's writhing and moaning form, watching her slave's hands work and assault her own gloriously shining breasts and mounds, watching the bright colors ripple and radiate out from those two beautiful orbs.

Janet's eyes returned to Sam's obedient ones and held her slave's gaze commandingly. Enforcing and illustrating her control and domination as her willing and eager servant played her own body at her deity's instruction and command.

'I control you, completely,' Janet's eyes silently informed her slave. 'You are my puppet,' her eyes burned into her willing servant and supplicant. 'You exist solely for my pleasure and whim', came through clearly and Sam's eyes openly acknowledged and accepted Janet's dominance and ownership.

Sliding one of her hands around Sam's groin, Janet swiped her thumb through Sam's glistening folds and across her engorged and throbbing clitoris, and was rewarded with Sam's body jerking and convulsing with climax as her internal muscles contracted and rippled around Janet's soft phallus. Sam's hands reflexively contracted and squeezed her breasts painfully and pulled and tugged and pinched as she orgasmed above her Goddess.

Janet watched the beautiful show with admiration and pride and lust and desire.

Sam's breasts were now glowing and rippling with bright orange and yellow, as was her clitoris and pussy and groin. With her fingers and toes and hands and feet and arms and legs still glowing and shining with shifting and morphing deep purples and blues and maroons.

Sam shook with ecstasy and joy and pleasure, her body a rapture at her Roragi's command and control. Sam writhed and climaxed and rippled with light, all at the rule and control of her beloved. Sam's mind embraced and accepted and desired for nothing other than her deity's pleasure and dominion.

Bracing Sam's exhausted and barely upright form with her hands, Janet watched her Roragi-tu as she came down from the latest climax and floated in post-orgasmic bliss while her body trembled and quavered and radiated with that beautiful light show.

Finally, Janet lowered her willing and devoted slave down onto her chest, Sam's breasts pressing against Janet's as Sam lay limp and flushed and sweaty against her Goddess's divine body. "You are beautiful," Janet breathed into her beloved's ear, as she gently stroked Sam's back as her lover continued to recover from the orgasm. And Janet's words of praise sent a flush of warmth and pride and love rippling through Sam's body, flushing her with ripples of color across the already shifting glow.

"Sleep," Janet softly instructed and Sam's eyes willing slid shut and her muscles relaxed completely as she lay upon her Goddess, with the divine phallus still embedded warmly in her humble and grateful pussy.

Janet relaxed beneath Sam's warm weight, luxuriating in the soft feel of Sam's skin and the soft play of colors emanating into the air above the bed from Sam's skin. Her hands lovingly caressed and skimmed across the wondrous skin of her willing servant and sexual receptacle and sexual object. Janet's chest swelled with deep pride as she embraced and took in her creation, both tactilely and visually.

And eventually, Janet also dozed lightly and happily, the fever's fires again temporarily cooled and calmed.

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Waking some time later, Janet again instructed Sam to, "Stand by the bed," and Sam obediently slid out of bed and stood naked and gloriously glowing for her Roragi's viewing pleasure.

Looking down at her abdomen and crotch, Janet took in her glowing phallus. Not currently erect of stiff, it glowed with more subdued purples and blues and maroons – and promise. For it glowed as her wand, her instrument, her sexual paintbrush, her sexual sword.

Looking back up at Sam, she again recognized that her openly willing slave was watching her Goddess's glowing cock with love, desire, anticipation and devotion.

Smiling, Janet reached down and lifted her soft appendage up and slowly fingered the thin wire still protruding from the tip. No longer needed, its purpose fulfilled. Janet's ejaculate and pussy fluids, along with the chemicals of their climaxes and orgasms would periodically boost and feed the phosphorescent light shows in both women, so that the radiant glows would last for weeks.

With her hand still holding her soft cock, Janet ordered, "Pull this out with your teeth," and watched with approval as Sam obediently bent over the bed and opened her lips and gripped the end of the wire between her teeth and began to gently pull.

Janet gasped as the thin wire slid slowly out of her sensitive tissues and internal ejaculate canal. When the long, thin wire was completely out, Sam stood back up, the wire dangling from her still-clenched teeth.

Janet lay back, breathing deeply and slowly as the sensations in her cock slowly passed and diminished. Looking down at the glowing appendage in her hand, she noted that it was still soft and unstraining, and her body was still sated and happy. Returning her attention to her patiently waiting servant, she took in the image of Sam glowing and rippling and shining beautifully, with the cock-wire dangling erotically and submissively from her lips.

Absolutely stunning and gorgeous! Janet's mind reveled with pleasure and self-gratification.

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Janet had them spend the day resting and bathing and tending to ablutions and things such as deep shampooing and care of their hair and leisurely, full meals interspersed with naps and lazy cuddling.

Both morning and afternoon, Janet ensured that they strolled in the garden and worked through some limbering and stretching yoga movements and routines. Allowing their bodies to rest and recuperate and recharge, as the fever's fires within Janet simmered quietly after the several long days of intense, deep and frequent sex.

While the sexual needs were temporarily lessened, the need for domination and control continued however, and Janet commanded and ordered throughout the day, and Sam submissively and obediently followed and responded without question.

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That evening, as Janet lay on top of Sam, with her again stiff and straining cock fully embedded and filling and stretching Sam's pussy, Janet suckled her Roragi-tu's wonderful breasts as her pelvis idly and lazily rocked back and forth, pulling her erect shaft slowly in and out.

And then Janet tasted... something...? Something warm and wonderful and soft and sweet... and she realized with awe that Sam's breasts were giving milk! Pulling back, she let the wet, glistening, and ever-glowing, teat drop from her lips and sway before her eyes. Sam moaned softly with disappointment as her nipple fell back into the colder air, bereft of her Goddess's glorious warm and wet mouth.

Also stilling the gentle motions of her pelvis, Janet propped herself up and curiously took the glistening wet breast in her hand and gently palpated the mound and pulled and then squeezed the nipple and watched with wonder as a watery, milky, iridescent fluid leaked and oozed out of the tip of Sam's nipple. The iridescent liquid dribbling down in colorful streaks over the shifting play of colors radiating from the excited and assaulted breast tissue.

Running her fingers lightly through the warm, iridescent fluid, Janet brought her now glowing fingertips up before her face and then caught Sam's eyes and rubbed her fingers back and forth against each other and before her slave's aroused eyes, causing the fluid to shine brighter. Bringing her glowing fingers to her lips, Janet licked the sweet nectar and her internal desires flamed and she smiled lustfully at her prone supplicant.

Squeezing more of the milk from her breast, Janet again swiped her fingers through the iridescent dribbles and streaks and then brought her glowing fingers to Sam's parted and panting lips. Without verbal direction, Sam followed the silent orders and obediently sucked her own sweet milk from her Goddess's fingers. Janet's eyes held Sam's commandingly the entire time that she accepted and sucked her Mistress's fingers clean.

Her eyes wandering to Sam's other breast, Janet squeezed and pulled and then pinched and again commanded milk to leak and dribble forth. Janet lightly ran her fingers through the warm iridescent streaks with wonder and awe.

Sam lay open and accepting as her Goddess played with and brought milk forth from her servant's willing breasts. Sam's breasts ached with desire and need for attention and now, for suckling and relief as the milk filled her ducts. She moaned with anticipation and building sexual arousal and tension and pleasure.

Looking back at Sam's softly glowing face, Janet trapped her eyes once more and, keeping their eyes locked, Janet slowly leaned forward and grasped a breast between her lips and suckled hard. Sam yelped and her back arched and shoved her soft flesh more firmly and more fully into her Goddess's warm, wet mouth.

Janet sipped and sucked and drank deeply of the warm, sweet nectar oozing and leaking at her command from her slave's breasts. And while her Goddess drank from her flesh, Sam writhed and moaned as her body rippled with and was consumed by a yin/yang combination of pleasure-bliss and erotic aching pain and need.

Drinking both breasts dry, Janet sat back and licked her iridescently glowing lips with an iridescently glowing tongue, her eyes filled with dark lust and desire. Returning her mouth to the now-empty breasts, she sucked and pulled and squeezed with force and command as her hips began ramming her straining and throbbing cock in and out of Sam's aching and begging and wet pussy.

The exquisite silky friction, the rubbing and stretching and pulling and pushing, the jerking and moaning, all built and compounded and fed the escalating fires of the Roragi fever and Janet raged savagely and physically over her Roragi-tu's willing and accepting form.

Assaulting those glowing and shining breasts with ferocity, Janet pounded relentlessly and with domination into Sam's pussy, stabbing and impaling her sex slave with fierce lust and need and desire. Hammering her domination and control physically and without restraint, the fever's fires raged through Janet's mind and body.

Janet climaxed hot and fierce and with jetting, pulsing stabs of hot seed impaling her sexual instrument and receptacle. With hard, fast, spasmodic jerks, she emptied her cock's nectar into her Roragi-tu. Filling and claiming and dominating and owning and possessing.

And when her hips had quieted to only occasional small tremors and pokes, she still continued to softly masticate and dominate and chew on the soft, abused breast and nipple between her lips and teeth.

Sam moaned and thrashed and twisted her fists in the bedding, her heels digging into the mattress, holding herself open and willing and vulnerable and exposed to her Roragi's needs and desires and whims. And when her Goddess climaxed, so did her slave, her body responding and in-tune with her deity's.

And after the glorious and magnificent orgasm, Sam continued to writhe and moan softly as her aching and sensitive breast was still tortured and tormented between her Goddess's divine lips and teeth. Her breast felt like it was slowly burning, with the nipple actually on fire, and the light show agreed, with an incandescent yellow-white streaming from the abused and stimulated nipple and the mound of her breast awash with yellows and then deep oranges further away from the teat.

Time passed slowly for the two women, one on top, sated and yet still lustful and domineering, the other on the bottom, pleasured and grateful and still being sexually stimulated and used and dominated.

Janet eventually switched to the other breast and nipple, noshing and masticating the tender and sensitive tissue as she wallowed with sexual satisfaction and dominance. Sam moaned and writhed beneath her, her slave's body nothing but Janet's sexual instrument and plaything.

After a time, how much neither knew, but Janet finally lifted her head and captured Sam's softly moaning lips and kissed her Roragi-tu deeply and commandingly and possessively and passionately.

Finally, sliding off of her warm, pliant slave, Janet took in the magnificent form beside her. Sam's breasts were beacons of rippling yellows and oranges, with the nipples incandescent spots of eye-blinding yellow-white. Those brilliant mounds topped the beautifully shifting colorful display radiating from the rest of her spectacular and erotic form.

Wrapping an arm around Sam's waist, Janet pillowed her head on Sam's shoulder, and held her Roragi-tu possessively as her eyes slid closed and she dozed off in a light post-orgasmic nap.

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Over the next two days, the fever raged and surged through Janet's blood, body and mind, and she released her desires and needs on Sam's willing and beautiful form. They had leisurely, soft and gentle sex and they had hard, fast and savage sex. Janet periodically and joyfully milked and suckled Sam's swollen and giving breasts. Janet's glowing wand stabbed and impaled and dominated Sam's willing mouth and pussy, and anus.

Sam totally and completely gave herself to her Roragi's fever and needs, offering herself as the sexual object, instrument and receptacle. And Janet feverishly and desperately took and used and dominated and fucked and screwed her willing slave.

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The morning dawned soft and Janet woke with a soft burning need in her core and loins and mind and soul, but it wasn't yet a flaming, raging desire, so she softly watched her sleeping beloved beside her. Glowing and radiating and shining and beautiful and erotic and amazing. And open and willing and giving and submissive and obedient.

Sliding from the bed, she padded quietly across the room and retrieved a few objects. Returning, she sat in the padded, upright chair and spoke clearly, "Sam, come here," and watched with approval as her lovely, glowing apparition woke and her eyes sought out her Goddess. "Come," Janet repeated softly, but firmly, and Sam slid from the bed without question or reluctance and padded over to stand naked and glowing before her deity.

"Kneel," Janet commanded and Sam submissively knelt between her Goddess's open legs.

Holding up one of the retrieved objects, Janet let Sam see it clearly and she was amused and excited at the open curiosity in her beloved's open and loving eyes. Moving her hand down, she held the object's 'mouth' over the nipple of one of Sam's glowing and wondrous breasts. With her eyes trapping Sam's, Janet activated the object and Sam's head wrenched back and she screamed and fell back and writhed on the floor.

Janet held the now-still object in her hand, still frozen in the position she'd held it to her beloved's breast. Her eyes wide with amazement and wonder, and a little fear and anxiety, at the same time the fever raged and exulted and gloated with sexual dominance and power.

Sam's breast lanced with fire and pain and her body convulsed and she curled into a ball and writhed and moaned and cried and whimpered as her breast radiated intense searing fires of sexual pleasure and her body orgasmed repeatedly and helplessly.

Janet's eyes watched, her body still, as her Roragi-tu's breast rippled and seared with fierce reds and deep-orange-browns.

After several long minutes, Sam's breathing slowed and her moans and cries softened and her body relaxed against the cool stone floor. Her breast still glowed deep reds and oranges and the nipple was an angry, glaring red, but her body slowly quieted and her mind drifted between the burning pain in her breast to the soothing cool of the floor against her prone and limp flesh.

Dazed, but not accusatory or angry, Sam's eyes sought those of her Roragi, and found them watching her intently. Lying limply on her side, Sam breathed slowly as her breast burned and her body sought the cool draw of the stone beneath her.

"Lay face up," Janet ordered and Sam obediently rolled onto her back and let her hands fall to her sides. Janet's eyes scrutinized the assaulted breast's angry red glare and flushing colors and then inventoried the rest of Sam's tremoring form, noting the way that her slave willingly and gratefully lay against the cool stone.

"Kneel before me again," Janet instructed once Sam's breathing had returned to normal.

And without reluctance or dismay, Sam obediently and quickly pulled herself up and knelt once more between her Goddess's glorious thighs.

Holding the object once more before Sam's eyes, Janet forced Sam to recognize and acknowledge it, and then, once more holding her willing slave's eyes with her own, she moved the object down and pushed its mouth around Sam's other breast. With her eyes piercing deep into the depths of Sam's open love and devotion, Janet activated the object once more.

And Sam's scream was louder and her back arched and snapped and her knees lifted off of the floor as her body convulsed backwards. Flopping helplessly on the floor, Sam curled around her burning, searing chest, her arms and knees curled protectively and instinctively and without her conscious thought to protect her torso.

Janet again watched with awe and, again a little fear and worry, but with more feverish rage and desire and lust and ownership and domination. Her sexual plaything writhed and moaned and glowed and orgasmed repeatedly before her.

The searing pleasure/pain from this breast joined and echoed and amplified the burning pleasure/pain in the first breast and Sam's chest rippled and flared with deep reds and oranges, while her nipples were glaring beacons of pulsing red. Sam's body flushed with searing sexual pleasure and intense repeating waves of climax.

Eventually, Janet ordered her panting, trembling slave, "On your back," and Sam submissively rolled onto her back, the cool stone soothing her sweaty and flushed skin as her glaring red breasts poked upwards.

Letting her servant recover for a few more minutes, Janet watched the beautiful glowing form tremble and softly moan as her breasts glowed red and orange, her nipples a vibrant red, and the rest of her body in those deep, mesmerizing blues, purples and greens.

"Stand before me," Janet ordered and watched with satisfaction as Sam pulled herself up and stood once more before her Goddess. Open and willing and giving and offering of herself.

Holding the object once more before her, Janet watched Sam's eyes identify it and then she once more held her beloved's eyes as she brought the object's mouth to her sex slave's folds. No dismay or reluctance passed over Sam's eyes as Janet watched. Just anticipation, a little fear, and open willingness and devotion. Smiling, Janet inserted the object between Sam's folds and settled the object's mouth around her beloved's beautiful clitoris.

Staring deep into Sam's eyes, Janet activated the object and Sam's body arched back and went rigid, a hoarse scream gasping from her arched throat. Shaking with convulsions and orgasms, she tremored on her heels and then fell backwards and sideways against the floor, landing on her shoulder and thigh, her body curling back and pulling her searing groin up to her chest as tightly as possible.

Janet watched with fascination and escalating sexual stimulation and arousal as Sam's body writhed and moaned and rippled with searing climaxes ignited by Janet's command and control.

"Lay face up and expose yourself to me," Janet ordered and Sam obediently pulled her body from its curled rigor to lie face up and exposed to her Goddess.

Janet's eyes perused and scrutinized the results. Sam's clitoris was erect and poking out between her labia, glaring a deep red, matching the intense light and color from her nipples. Her labia and surrounding pelvic region were rippling and radiating with deep reds and oranges that matched the colors and lights searing across her breasts.

Watching her for awhile, Janet eventually acknowledged her need for breakfast and movement. Standing, she ordered, "Rest there. Sleep if you can and if you wish," and then padded off to attend to some morning ablutions and then breakfast.

Sam lay limply on the cool stone, her breasts burning upwards into the air and her pelvis throbbing and burning. Her nipples and clitoris seared with pain and burning and throbbing and her mind drifted in a thick, post-orgasmic haze. She dozed, but did not sleep. She lay compliant and open and exposed and vulnerable and willing where her Goddess demanded.

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Returning after her breakfast, Janet watched her Roragi-tu lying naked, glowing and exposed on the stone floor. Sam's breasts were still glowing red, although the angry colors were fading and the 'more normal' shifting play of blues, purples and greens was beginning to seep through again. Her clitoris and pelvis were likewise slowly coming down from the searing reds and oranges as her body recovered from the intense sexual assault.

Reclaiming her seat in the comfortable, padded upright chair, Janet commanded, "Kneel before me," and Sam pushed her tired and heavy muscles, and knelt once more before her Roragi.

With her hand, Janet gently, but firmly, inspected the small polished rod now piercing Sam's nipple, lightly running her hands exploratory over the rounded ends, while Sam's eyes widened at the intense sensations from her Goddess's touch on her sensitive and abused flesh.

Positioning the semicircular ring, Janet snapped the ring onto the ends of the rod and then inspected the resulting nipple ring. A semicircular ring that easily rotated up and down as its ends swiveled on the rod piercing the flesh behind the pebbled bud of her nipple. Tugging on it experimentally, she watched with satisfaction as Sam's breast distended and stretched, but the nipple ring held securely.

Quickly repeating the motions with the other nipple ring, she leaned back with satisfaction as her willing slave now sported polished silver nipple rings from each breast.

"Stand," she instructed and then deftly clipped the clit-ring into position and tested it. Another metal rod pierced the flesh and tissue just behind her slave's sensitive slit and the semicircular ring attached to it rotated and swiveled up and down in front of the sensitive bundle of erotic nerve endings.

Leaning over, she gently kissed the sore and aching clitoris and her benediction sent waves of cooling pleasure through Sam's grateful and joyful pelvis. Standing, Janet softly kissed first one nipple and then the other, again sending cooling waves of pleasure through Sam's abused and burning flesh.

"You are beautiful," and Janet reached up and pulled Sam's head down to claim her mouth in a soft and possessive kiss. "And you are mine," she stated firmly as she pulled back. Planting one more soft kiss between Sam's breasts, she instructed, "Take care of your morning shower and such and then come to breakfast," and she waved an arm at where the breakfast foods awaited her beloved.

Without complaint, Sam complied, disappearing into the restroom facilities as Janet walked out into the garden to enjoy the mid-morning light.

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The day passed pleasantly, as Janet caressed and played gently with her willing sex slave. They strolled in the garden and worked through various yoga routines. They ate well and relaxed and the sex was leisurely and loving.

Janet suckled lightly and playfully on the nipple and clitoris rings, or simply hooked her fingers in them, holding her slave possessively as they sat or lay or walked.

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That night they slept soundly and the next day was fairly similar to the previous. Until the late afternoon, and Sam watched her Mistress dress for the first time since their arrival. Clothing had mostly been forgotten as the days had passed since they entered the temple. Occasionally there was a light blouse or soft robe for warmth or protection against the sun or breeze..., but mostly there had been large expanses of exposed skin.

But now, Janet was taking her time and examining her reflection in the mirror. Satisfied with a lightweight, simple dress whose supporting bodice showed off her ample cleavage, Janet's eyes met those of her curious and patiently waiting slave behind her. Breathing deep, Janet inspected the beautiful, glowing apparition with pride and lust.

Smiling, she turned and waved her hand at some sandals waiting on the floor, "You must dress too," she instructed with desire glinting in her eyes, and watched as Sam obediently bent over and slipped her toes under the sandals' crossed lacings and then slipped the simple, yet soft, heel strap ups into place. With her sandals secure, she stood back up and waited while Janet sat and slipped into her own matching sandals.

Looking back up at her radiant light show, Janet smiled wider and beckoned Sam over, "Stand in front of me," she instructed and her slave obediently stepped over and waited.

Clipping short straps into each of the nipple and clit rings, Janet then clipped all three straps into a metal ring at the end of a longer strap. Standing, she instructed Sam to, "Stand still," and she stepped a few feet away and inspected the results. The ring where all three straps met led to the leash, which led to Janet's hand, and she now slipped her wrist through the loop in her end of the tether.

Tugging gently, she smiled with satisfaction as Sam's breasts and clit were tugged and Sam obediently stepped forward without question or hesitation. Nodding her approval, Janet led her gorgeous and obedient slave on a walk around the garden. Sam watched Janet closely, anticipating her movements and keeping the tension on the straps loose.

When they were both comfortable, Janet blindfolded her submissive slave and led her around the garden by her leash. Sam quickly became finely attuned to the slightest tug or pull on the tethers and Janet was swiftly satisfied.

Removing the blindfold, Janet led her willing charge across their main room and out their front door. Sam didn't balk or hesitate or complain or demur. She simply followed her Roragi's lead and direction.

As they entered the main room of the temple, Janet instructed, "Keep your head up and your shoulders back. Do not watch me, feel me through the leash," and she watched with approval as Sam's shoulders squared and her chest poked out and her head lifted and she looked ahead of her without staring down at her shorter beloved.

"You are my prize, you are my possession, and I am going to show you off," Janet smiled widely and with gleeful anticipation at flaunting her beautiful and spectacular Roragi-tu. The fever's fires raging inside of her demanded and fueled her desire for control and dominance – as well as for the exhibition of that control and dominance and ownership.

"You will prance and step lightly and dance when I tell you. You will strut and walk proudly because you are my property and my sex slave. You will show your pride and love of your position and function to all who pass by us," Janet explained and instructed and commanded.

"Yes, Roragi," Sam answered devotedly and earnestly, her mind focused on doing what her deity commanded and desired. No thoughts of shyness or impropriety crossed her mind, she simply accepted her Goddess's wishes, commands and desires as her imperatives.

Smiling, Janet led them into the large main room of the temple, which was quiet and almost empty, save for two acolytes at the other end of the room. Noticing the entrance of the two Tauri women, the two female monks quietly nodded and Janet nodded back with a smile.

Turning, Janet led her long-legged and glowing slave into the bright sunlight streaming in the large, open front doors. Standing at the top of the steps, Janet stopped and squinted directly into the bright setting sun whose light reflected off of the clean stonework and steps. Looking over at her patiently waiting servant, she noticed that the beautiful shifting glow was not nearly as visible, but she had expected that and she tugged the leash gently and warned, "Steps, down," as they lightly walked down the stairs and past a few monks and devotees. Everyone stopped and watched, their eyes open wide with awe and amazement at the beautiful spectacle of Roragi parading before them.

One female monk silently waited at the bottom of the steps, and then silently invited the beautiful pair of women along the path to the right. Proudly, Janet led her beautiful slave through the afternoon sun and along the beautifully gardened path. Walking at a sedate and easy pace, they traveled silently for approximately twenty minutes, occasionally passing people walking the other direction.

Sam obediently kept her head high and her shoulders square and her back straight as she strutted proudly at the end of her Roragi's leash.

All of the lingering looks of appreciation and awe directed at Sam served to fuel and feed Janet's compulsive need for exhibiting her ownership and dominance over her spectacular Roragi-tu. Smiling as the latest passerby turned and watched Sam's gorgeous form, Janet tugged possessively on the leash, pulling on her slave's breasts and clit commandingly and demonstratively and Sam obediently stepped closer.

And then, as the waning evening light was dropping behind the trees, they stepped into a large open grassy area surrounded by trees and flowering bushes. Beautiful, and populated by dozens of people alerted by the news of the women's walk outside the temple. Respectfully, the watchers were not thronging or gawking, but were sitting and standing in groups of twos or threes throughout the grassy area. Some were ostensibly reading, while others were chatting, while still others were picnicking. And more were arriving as the moments passed.

Casually gazing at the Roragi and her Roragi-tu, the spectators appreciated and absorbed the beautiful display presented before them.

Their guide silently stepped aside and waved an expansive arm at the large grassy amphitheatre. Inviting Janet and her charge to their destination.

Janet stood appreciatively inspecting the area and the looks that Sam was garnering. Her chest and breast swelled with pride and ownership and lust and desire as she publicly flaunted her possession and command of the breath-taking beauty at the end of her leash.

Moving behind Sam, Janet possessively wrapped her arms around her slave's bare midriff and began lightly stroking and caressing her slave's exposed and vulnerable and enticing flesh. Sam's body flushed with arousal and her shifting glowing colors brightened and shone spectacularly in the falling darkness.

"Sam, I want you to stand on that rock," and Janet pointed at a large boulder roughly 10 feet high and with a relatively flat top, "and I want you to dance and sway seductively and wantonly for me. I want your dance to scream sex and invitation and your eyes will never leave mine. You are completely my property and you will dance for me here in public, begging me to take you," she instructed.

"Yes, Goddess," Sam responded with love and adoration in her eyes as Janet unclipped the three straps from her nipple and clit rings.

"Go, and make me want to fuck you," and Janet slapped one of Sam's bare ass cheeks as her slave obediently turned to walk over to the indicated boulder.

With the evening now almost fully dark, Sam's body shone brightly in a shifting melody of beautiful deep blues and purples and greens..., with a spank of yellow on one bobbing ass cheek as she climbed up on the indicated rock platform and turned to face her Roragi.

And then she began swaying and sliding her hands up and down her body, sexily, erotically and provocatively. And Janet's pussy ached and she felt the wetness gather as her arousal rose... and she could feel her cock twitching and beginning to fill and stiffen.

Tearing her eyes away from Sam's seductively bewitching and erotic form, she scanned the spectators and smiled with deep satisfaction as she took in the looks of awe and appreciation as Sam glowed and swayed and moved beautifully and gracefully and erotically. The coruscating, shifting light-show emanating from within her body made her look like an illuminated, erotic apparition or celestial spectacle. As awe-inspiring and beautiful as a flurry of shooting stars or a comet or a nebular gas cloud of beautiful hues.

Janet's pride and lust deepened and the fever's burning fires fanned higher within her chest and core. Taking extreme pleasure and deep satisfaction at displaying and exhibiting her beautiful and exquisite property – and the knowledge that Sam belonged to her – and no one else!

- . - roragi - . - - . - punjara - . - - . - samjanet - . - - . - punjara - . - - . - roragitu - . -

Altaira watched the Roragi-tu's erotic and beautifully glowing display with awe and wonder and understanding. Understanding because Altaira was almost 90 years old, and she had committed her life to the priestesshood and the serving of those afflicted with the Roragi fever.

She had contracted the virus when she was young, in her early twenties, and had been graced with the presence and servitude of her own Roragi-tu. Their time 'in the fever' did not progress to the intensity displayed here by the Tauri women, but Alaira remembered it, and her Roragi-tu, with deep love and affection. Sadly, her Roragi-tu had passed into the next life over 30 seasons ago, and Altaira now only had her memories of that woman whose life was tragically cut short by an incurable disease.

Through her decades of service, Altaira had witnessed and helped all sorts of afflicted cope with the run of the fever through their bodies and minds. And many of them were here this evening. The entire 'audience' was composed of either past afflicted and/or priests and monks of the temple and service. Watching and appreciating and understanding, they came and honored and gave their strength and witness to those now in the grip of the Roragi.

Altaira was not surprised when the female Roragi led her Roragi-tu out for display and exhibition. It was not uncommon for the dominant Roragi fever to fuel the needs of the afflicted into such public displays and demands of acknowledgement of ownership and fealty. Not all of the afflicted left the temple, but many did, and when they did, the dominant Roragi-fever demanded an audience.

So Altaira was not surprised, and in fact, they had been prepared and the respectful spectators were just a short distance away, ready whenever needed.

The nipple and clit rings and leash were not a surprise, as the materials and equipment for such was provided, because they had found in the past that what was not available, but was desired by the demands of the fever, was often improvised – and that often led to infection or injury. So they provided the items that had proven their function and need to previous afflicted, and they provided items that they knew were relatively safe and sanitary and clean. There was only so much in terms of safety that they could ensure or anticipate, however, and there were often still surprises no matter how prepared they were, as the Roragi fever delved into the dark recesses and aspects of the afflicted's memories and personality and desires and thoughts.

So seeing the Roragi-tu led forth as a slave on a leash tethered to her nipples and clitoris was not a surprise, although that was not to imply that this display was common. Displays *similar* to it were common, while this particular display was just one of many such.

Altaira acknowledged that this particular display was most definitively declarative and spoke clearly of the Roragi's complete and utter domination of her female supplicant. And, it spoke loudly of the Roragi-tu's complete and utter devotion and acceptance of her dominator.

What Altaira was surprised, and awed by, was the extent and depth of the beautiful exhibition. The glowing, incandescent inner light of the Punjara was not uncommon on the Roragi-tu. The depth and all-consuming extent of the Punjara on this devoted slave, however, was awe inspiring and transfixing, as beautiful as any celestial spectacle, and a vivid and strong statement of the complete and utter dominance of this Roragi over her Roragi-tu. Altaira watched with pleasure and admiration and wonder at the radiant splendor glowing from the inner core of the long-limbed and beautiful Tauri female.

Altaira wondered as she watched, amazed at the intensity and frequency of sexual action and dominance that would be necessary to create such an awesome spectacle and declaration of love and supremacy. She recognized that the Roragi fever burned deeply and strongly inside the shorter Tauri woman, and that the love and bond between the women was obviously at least as deep and at least as strong.

Her eyes reluctantly pulled away from the beautiful, shifting play of colors shining forth from the exquisite and erotic female, to clinically inspect the fever-dominant Roragi. That also-beautiful Tauri woman was sitting on a bench with a low back support, lounging back and alternately watching her spectacularly glowing slave and then the eyes and reactions of the spectators.

Altaira's eyebrows rose slightly and her lips crooked upwards as she realized that the Roragi's pelvic region was now softly glowing beneath the lightweight dress. Smiling, she scanned the spectators to confirm that almost all were transfixed by the beautiful and exotic display on the boulder. The only others aware of the Roragi's building excitement and need were a few of Altaira's sister monks, and their eyes met with understanding tinged with amusement.

Turning her attention back to the seductively undulating woman glowing in a spectacular display of beautifully shifting colors, she watched as Sam's arms were raised and her arms bent and her hands interlaced behind her head as her breasts thrust and swayed invitingly and her pelvis rocked and thrust above her slightly spread and open thighs.

A clear and unmistakable invitation for her Roragi to take her sexually and completely.

Her eyes scanning the spectators once more, Altaira noted the increasing number of entwined hands and stroking and caressing between partners as libidos were aroused and desires raised. Her eyes then returned to the controller of this spectacle, and again noted the softly glowing arousal below the lightweight dress at the Tauri woman's midriff.

While she watched, the dominant woman signaled her ever-watching and attentive Roragi-tu, and the glowing slave stepped down immediately and knelt before her Goddess. Altaira couldn't hear the spoken command, but the kneeling supplicant dipped down and under the feverish Roragi's dress. There was no doubt as to the actions beneath the now brightly glowing material as it was suffused with the radiance and shine emanating from both women.

The shorter woman spread her arms and wrapped them around the back of the low upright back-support panel. Her hips began jerking and thrusting as the glowing material at her waist rose and fell with the movements of the Roragi-tu as she lovingly phellated her owner and master.

And it was obvious when the shorter Tauri climaxed as her right hand swung down and held the head of her slave while her hips thrust up and her head arched back and the glow beneath the material intensified and brightened dramatically as her slave drank her Roragi's divine nectar.

Altaira watched silently as the dominant Tauri slowly settled and recovered, the Roragi-tu held in place at her groin.

And then the Tauri woman focused on the world around her again and her eyes scanned the watching spectators and her eyes and face flushed with pride and ownership. When her eyes met Altaira's, the monk respectfully nodded a brief motion of acknowledgement to the Roragi-dominant, and then lowered her eyes in respect after seeing the flash of satisfaction and pride in the Tauri woman's feverish eyes.

Waiting a few moments, she raised her eyes again and watched as the Roragi-dominant garnered and accepted the awe and respect and acknowledgement of all present. Respect and awe that *she* owned and controlled and dominated this magnificent, glowing spectacle of erotic beauty. Acknowledgement that this radiant splendor willingly and openly gave herself to her Roragi, to her owner and Mistress and Goddess and deity.

Standing, the Roragi motioned her willing supplicant to stand and she reclipped the leash to the nipple and clitoris rings and then turned and with a firm tug, she led her devoted and adoring servant back down the path towards the temple.

- . - roragi - . - - . - punjara - . - - . - samjanet - . - - . - punjara - . - - . - roragitu - . -

Janet walked slowly and languorously back down the softly-lit path, Sam's radiance making more light than the soft path lights. Glancing back at her obedient slave, she noted with approval that Sam was once more strutting with her head high and her shoulders square and her back straight, walking proudly and openly displaying her willing subservience to, and ownership by, her Roragi. With her head high and her eyes fixed forward, she trusted the taught lead tugging on her nipples and clitoris to guide her behind her Goddess.

Smiling with deep satisfaction, Janet looked back down the path at the opening to the grassy amphitheatre and noted the respectful and reserved accompaniment of their original guide, silently following a ways behind them, escorting them again as they returned to the temple. Meeting her eyes, Janet silently nodded her satisfaction and appreciation and then turned forward once more, tugging her Roragi-tu to follow.

- . - roragi - . - - . - punjara - . - - . - samjanet - . - - . - punjara - . - - . - roragitu - . -

Walking back, Janet replayed the scenes from the grassy amphitheatre in her mind. The magnificently beautiful and erotic sight of Sam seductively dancing and radiating and glowing while so many spectators and admirers watched with awe and appreciation. And jealously, Janet was sure of it, and her insides reveled and the fever's fire built and escalated once more in her core and mind.

With every step back, Janet tugged lightly, but firmly, on the tether to her beautiful and glowing slave. Sam walked proudly and humbly behind, her breasts and clit stretching and extending with each tug from her Roragi's hand, pointing and stretching devotedly towards her Mistress and owner.

The fever's fires inside Janet built rapidly and her mind and vision tunneled down onto her immediate needs. And that was to take her slave, sexually and with complete and utter domination. Pride of ownership and control and supremacy sung through the hot, searing blood pounding through Janet's heart and mind. And a desperate need for release, relief and demonstration. The fever let loose a flood of testosterone and cortisols that made Janet's body and mind sing with sexual rage and the need for adventure and action.

Her pace accelerating, Janet jogged lightly up the stone steps, bouncing and tugging the tether behind her, jerking and yanking her submissive slave in her wake. Quickly crossing the expansive temple room, she entered the main room of their beautiful quarters, and closed the door firmly.

Her eyes wild with need and desire, Janet pulled Sam further into the room and quickly stood behind her, dropping the leash so that it dangled from Sam's breasts and clit. Pushing on Sam's back, she ordered, "On your hands and knees," lust and deep desire roughening her voice, as she yanked her dress over her head and tossed it aside.

Obediently, and without question, Sam dropped to her hands and knees, and Janet immediately spread the beautifully glowing orbs of her slave's ass apart with her hands, and quickly aimed her throbbing and stiff cock at the exposed opening. Gripping Sam's hips with both hands, Janet thrust forward, hard and fast and firm, shoving Sam's body forward across the stone floor.

Without waiting, Janet began roughly and harshly pulling back and rethrusting, and each time, Sam's body jerked and she skidded forward a little on her hands and knees.

Pounding for her relief and release and domination, Janet worked furiously and hard, her body quickly breaking out in sweat and her breath coming in gasps as she completely lost awareness of anything besides her need to completely and utterly sexually dominate and relieve the escalating sexual pressure in her body and mind.

The tight pressure and squeeze of Sam's anal canal and muscles were causing exquisite sensations to fire and ricochet behind Janet's eyes as she plunged as deep as possible into her slave's warm, encasing tunnel.

Fucking Sam up the ass, Janet growled out her dominance and possession of this female bent before her. Sam taking Janet up the ass graphically illustrated her submissiveness and acceptance and defenselessness to Janet's supremacy.

Grunting and growling, Janet jerked and thrust and skidded her slave across the stone floor, Sam's breasts dangling and bouncing and swaying below her suspended torso, the still-clipped leash bouncing and flouncing and dragging along to the side.

Climaxing, Janet reached down and grabbed a large handful of Sam's hair and pulled back as her exploding cock attempted to impale and piece deeper. With her hand pulling her slave's head up and back, the fever in Janet's mind which raged for complete and utter demonstrative domination, imagined her stiff cock piecing her slave's body and emerging to poke through her gasping mouth. Jerking her hips in and out as her seed injected her supplicant, Janet's mind conjured images of the base of her cock sliding in and out of Sam's anus while the tip of her cock slid along inside and just under Sam's spine and then through her throat and then poked in and out of Sam's mouth. Reaching and stretching and stabbing for as much and as far as it could get, she completely impaled and pierced her beautifully glowing slave.

Sam shook and jerked on all fours as her deity's glorious cock pounded fiercely and forcefully up her ass. Her hands slipped on the stone and the skin of her knees skidded and pinched and stuck and pulled as she held herself for her Goddess's use and pleasure and needs. Her breasts shook and swayed and jerked and ached with stimulation and desire and need, while her clitoris still tingled and sung with the stimulation from the jerking tether on their walk back, and her pussy ached and dripped with desire as her anus was thoroughly used and fucked by her beautiful Roragi.

And when Janet came, so did her Roragi-tu. Sam's pussy rippled and clenched against nothing, while her back arched and she was only dimly aware that her head was pulled back by her deity's hand in her hair.

Kneeling behind her still-orgasming slave, Janet watched the light show with pleasure and satisfaction. Sam's ass had exploded with yellows and oranges as they had both climaxed and Janet's seed seared inside of her. Holding Sam's head up and back as Janet's hips continued to spasm and her cock emptied, she jerked and thrust against her slave's ass, while Sam's breasts bounced and swayed beneath her.

The fever's fires tamped slightly, Janet released her grip on Sam's hair and leaned forward over her slave's now-sweaty back, and reached around to grip and squeeze the aching and swaying mounds below. Forcefully, Janet milked the swollen, leaking mounds and Sam's milk sprayed against the floor between her hands and knees. Squeezing and pulling and stretching, Janet was dominant and nothing-close-to-gentle, and Sam writhed and moaned beneath the domineering assault.

Her breasts glowed brighter and stronger with the stimulation and harsh squeezing and stretching and twisting and pinching. The colors first turning deep umber and then deep orange and then moving to fiery yellows streaked with red. Sam's moans became sounds of desperation as the interweaving of pleasure and pain spiraled and rose in her torso, her need for sexual release building and demanding as her body responded helplessly to Janet's commands.

Feeling and hearing Sam's increasing sexual stimulation and need in the sounds of her moans and gasps, along with the writhing and wriggling motion of her torso, Janet also noted the increasingly bright reflection off of the stone floor. Smiling with deep satisfaction at her control and domination over this female sex slave, Janet pinched and twisted and stretched both nipples simultaneously, and Sam responded immediately. Screaming, Sam's head flew back and her chest thrust forward and down to relieve the stretch and strain at the same time that her hips bucked and her pussy clenched and rippled once more on nothing.

Continuing to stretch and pull and pinch, Janet continued to manhandle and assault those beautiful, radiant breasts as Sam's orgasm stretched and continued.

When Sam's cries had lessened to rough, airy moans and her writhing became slower and weaker, Janet lessened her sexual attack and simply lay on her slave's trembling and sweaty back. Sam's head hung down now as she gasped air and her body quaked and tremored from the aftershocks and post-orgasmic exhaustion. Her breasts glowed brightly yellow and her nipples were incandescent white tips, still lightly caressed and petted by her Roragi.

Growling her ownership and authority into Sam's ear, Janet ground her hips against her slave's bare and brightly glowing ass, the fever still raging inside of her. Pulling back, her cock slid out of Sam's ass and Janet watched the beautiful golden hues shining radiantly from her slave's gorgeous fleshy orbs. Without premeditation, her hand slapped down on that vulnerable and defenseless skin and she watched, mesmerized as the flesh glowed white and ripples of light radiated out from the impact site.

"Beg for it," Janet growled, the fever raging inside of her, burning and searing through her mind, driving her onward, craving control and utter supremacy and ever-more intense and extreme sensations and experiences.

"Please, Janet," Sam gasped, and Janet's hand spanked her ass hard and her body shook with the impact, her ass stinging and aching.

"Beg," Janet ordered roughly again.

"Please, Janet, spank me," Sam obediently and humbly beseeched her Goddess.

And Janet smiled with deep satisfaction as her hand arced down and slapped her slave's enticing and deserving flesh.

"Please, please, Goddess," Sam panted and implored, and Janet obligingly spanked her again and again.

"Please, please, spank me," Sam chanted and breathed and entreated and solicited her Roragi's attention, and Janet's blood sang as she slapped and spanked and struck those deliciously round and radiantly glowing fleshy mounds.

The intensity of the light built and grew and Sam's stinging, burning ass was now glowing an incandescent white, matching the shining nipples of her breasts.

Moaning and begging and panting and beseeching, Sam continued to ask her deity for her grace and benedictions. Janet's fever fed her strength and single-mindedness and time lost meaning as the two serviced the Roragi's searing needs.

Eventually, Janet stopped, her eyes drinking in the glowing white orbs of Sam's ass which still reverberated and rippled from her last forceful strike. Arousal and desire flushed Janet's body and she stood and stepped over to the bed. Positioning herself on the pillows, she reclined and lounged back, lustfully and lewdly watching her brilliantly glowing slave still on all fours.

"Come, eat my pussy," Janet ordered with dangerous, half-closed eyes, the fever raging inside of her, hotter and higher and more intense than any previous day. As her obedient and eager slave pulled her tired and used body onto the bed, Janet spread her legs and watched the glowing beauty dive straight for her Goddess's divine nectar.

Thirsty for her deity's ambrosia, Sam joyfully nuzzled her nose and face into Janet's folds and wet, dripping pussy. Licking and lathing and lapping, she suckled and drank and gratefully and lovingly accepted what was offered. With love and devotion, she lapped up every drop and sent her tongue probing and questing for more in her Roragi's heavenly pussy.

Her mind drifted with bliss and ecstasy and her body flushed with pleasure and deep satisfaction as she humbly and gratefully accepted her deity's blessing and gift.

Janet wriggled with pleasure and stimulation as Sam's face and nose and lips and tongue nuzzled and kissed and suckled and lapped and licked and lathed and probed. Leaning back, Janet accepted her Roragi-tu's complete worship. The lathing and rubbing and nuzzling and probing sensations building and mounting, the sexual tensions coiling deliciously in Janet's groin.

When Janet climaxed, it was leisurely and strong and slow, not hurried or desperate, but rather controlled and firm and deliberate. Her internal muscles clenched and squeezed on Sam's tongue and pulled it deeper, while her ass and groin and thigh muscles squeezed and pushed Sam's head and face deeper into Janet's crack and tight embrace. Pulsing and rippling and squeezing, she pushed her slave's head and face deeper rhythmically and with complete assuredness of ownership and right.

She used Sam's head and face to satisfy her sexual needs, and to graphically exhibit and display control and supremacy.

And Sam willingly and happily accepted, her heart and mind filled with joy and loving bliss at serving her Goddess's needs.

- . - roragi - . - - . - punjara - . - - . - samjanet - . - - . - punjara - . - - . - roragitu - . -

Janet awoke, hot and flushed, in the middle of the night, her thighs still tightly wrapped around Sam's head. Sam's face still fully pressed to Janet's pussy, Sam's tongue still softly licking and lapping, her nose nuzzling affectionately and lovingly as her Roragi rested.

The fever still raging within her, Janet squeezed and scissored her legs around her slave's giving form. "Eat," she ordered as her pussy ached and she felt her wetness ooze forth.

Joyfully, Sam lapped and drank and licked and nuzzled and softly nibbled and probed and suckled. Drinking and imbibing of all of her deity's glorious and divine nectar. Happily, she accepted her Goddess's godly gift, her mind blissful and content and euphoric.

The fires burning inside of her, Janet contracted her thigh and ass muscles and pushed and thrust Sam's head deeper and firmly against her pussy. Rhythmically pulsing her muscles, the tensions and arousal quickly built and she climaxed strongly and firmly against Sam's face and around Sam's probing tongue.

- . - roragi - . - - . - punjara - . - - . - samjanet - . - - . - punjara - . - - . - roragitu - . -

The Roragi's fever reached new heights that evening, fanning and flaming deeper and hotter.

The rest of the night passed with Janet dozing and then waking and fucking Sam's face, while Sam spent the night with her face buried in her beloved's glorious and wondrous pussy. Although Sam did not sleep, she floated in bliss and euphoria, her body resting between her Roragi's bouts of face-fucking.

- . - roragi - . - - . - punjara - . - - . - samjanet - . - - . - punjara - . - - . - roragitu - . -

With the rise of the sun, Janet woke, the fever inside of her still burning deep and hot and driving her to act to satisfy the lustful, sexual rage inside of her.

Her cock full and throbbing painfully and searingly hot, Janet's eyes flashed and she sprung out of bed, dragging her slave with her. Ordering Sam to her hands and knees on the stone floor again, Janet impaled her slave's ass without preamble and roughly and frantically thrust and shoved and fucked Sam's ass to desperately find relief and release for the raging fires in her body and mind.

Sam once more jerked and skidded across the stone floor as Janet manically fucked her slave's ass. Willingly Sam bent before her Goddess, gratefully accepting each and every pounding thrust and searing stretch and grinding rub. Sam's body glowing brightly, her breasts and ass now a soft yellow, while her face was an iridescent shimmering play of colors from the coating of her Roragi's pussy fluids. And all of this was against the ever-present, softly shifting play of deep blues, purples and greens that emanated and shone from Sam's neck, abdomen, arms, legs, hands and feet.

Fucking Sam hard and solely for her own release and relief, Janet's frenzied assault quickly climaxed and more of her hot seed shot inside Sam's open and willing form. Pulsing and jerking as her cock emptied itself, Janet growled and roared her ownership and supremacy over this female.

Finally finished, Janet's body trembled and shook and she stumbled back to sit in the padded upright chair, gasping for air as her body came down from its peak. Her eyes dazedly took in Sam's bent and on-all-fours submissive position and her eyes were drawn to stare at the beautiful, glowing yellow-white trembling orbs of Sam's ass. Trembling, because Sam's entire body was trembling and shaking with after-orgasm exhaustion, she having climaxed with her deity again.

"Lie down," Janet offered and instructed, and Sam gratefully sank to the cool stone and lay limply prostrate as her body trembled and quaked and her mind drifted in a pleasurable haze.

Watching her radiant and beautiful Roragi-tu lie limply and completely used on the stone floor, Janet's fever finally receded a little and she lay back in the chair, sated and content.

Eventually, Janet summoned the strength the drag herself to the shower and wash and relieve herself. Returning to the main room, she silently watched Sam's glowing and dazed form still lying limply on the floor. Moving to the kitchen area, she fixed some breakfast foods and then returned to the padded chair while she ate, possessively and proudly admiring her creation and property.

When she was finished with her repast, she ordered Sam to take a shower and eat and then the two of them stretched and worked through some yoga routines in the garden.

As the day moved towards lunch, Janet held Sam in her arms, caressing and fondling her slave's beautiful skin possessively and with growing intent. The raging fever swept over her and she took Sam on the lawn in the garden. Sam flat on her back, Janet astraddle Sam's hips, her cock fully embedded in Sam's pussy, Janet leaning over Sam, pinning her slave's wrists to the ground with her own hands and testosterone-enhanced strength.

Forceful and fierce, Janet took Sam as an alpha dominates its subordinate. Her cock hard and stiff and large, she stretched and pounded Sam's warm, wet pussy, while Sam's thighs opened wide and her legs rose and her ankles crossed behind Janet's back, opening herself fully and completely to her Roragi's needs and desires.

- . - roragi - . - - . - punjara - . - - . - samjanet - . - - . - punjara - . - - . - roragitu - . -

The afternoon passed with Janet possessively cuddling and caressing and exciting Sam's glowing skin, and then using Sam's body to relieve and release the relentlessly building sexual tensions and raging needs.

Sam exulted and floated in Janet's embrace. She joyfully accepted and assisted Janet's sexual assaults and orgasms. Janet's seed constantly enhancing and reinforcing the radiant glow emanating from her body, Sam's day was one of bliss and euphoria punctuated by intervals of sexual desire and arousal and pleasure/pain and orgasms.

- . - roragi - . - - . - punjara - . - - . - samjanet - . - - . - punjara - . - - . - roragitu - . -

As the day moved into late afternoon, Janet smiled wickedly and with anticipation as she quickly dressed and snapped the three-fingered tether to Sam's nipple and clitoris rings. Simply pulling firmly, she led Sam quickly out of their rooms and through the temple and down the stone steps. Tugging her exquisite sexual creation and property down the path, she barely noticed the looks of awe and appreciation and understanding of those they passed. Moving quickly, she'd passed right by her escort, who now followed hastily behind.

Tugging almost continuously, she firmly directed Sam to follow her stretched breasts and nipples down the path until they reached the grassy amphitheatre once more. Few people were present this time, not expecting the two afflicted Tauri to arrive so quickly that notice couldn't precede them.

Disappointed at the low numbers, Janet still moved forward and motioned Sam onto the same rock platform as the night before. Obediently, Sam stepped up onto the rock platform, the still-attached tether hanging from her breasts and clit rings, the end dragging on the ground. Slowly and seductively, Sam glowed brighter and brighter in contrast as the sunset settled into the dark night.

Sam's hands slid erotically up and down her sides and chest and over her breasts as her hips undulated and swiveled. Arching her back and neck and thrusting her radiant breasts into the night air, she danced for her Rogagi. She danced at her Roragi's command. She danced proudly and lovingly and with devotion as she gave herself completely to her beloved.

Except when pointed heavenward when her head arched back, Sam's eyes remained fastened on her glorious deity, and when Janet nodded her pre-determined direction, Sam began squeezing and stretching and milking her swollen and radiant breasts. With forceful jets, her iridescent milk shot from her swollen breasts and out past the end of the rock stage that she danced slowly upon. Her breasts glowing brighter and brighter as her hands roughly worked and massaged and milked them. Her iridescent milk leaving glowing streaks on the edge and side of the stone platform, as well as on the grass in front of her stage.

Janet watched with pride and admiration as Sam's milk glowed in leaping jets across the night air. Allowing her gaze to wander across the ever-growing, and respectful, audience, Janet smiled approvingly at both the increasing numbers, as well as the obvious looks of appreciation and awe. Sam's dancing and radiantly glowing form was a heavenly and celestial spectacle of beauty and sex and eroticism.

And when they were dry, Sam continued to follow Janet's pre-set instructions and she pulled at her mounds, stretching and twisting and distending them while pinching at her nipples. Her pelvis jerked and glowed with ripples of deep orange and umber, her breasts glowing with beautiful ripples of yellows-oranges-and whites, and the rest of her body rippled with deep blues, purples and greens. Her fingers caught on the nipple rings and she used them as handles to twist and pull and tweak, her movements pulling on the tether linking her breasts to her clitoris. The dangling tether danced and flopped in the air before her.

And then she orgasmed beautifully and spectacularly in the air above the ever-growing crowd of amazed spectators, her body jerking and the colors rippling rhythmically outward from her breasts and groin.

Janet growled and stroked herself through her dress as she watched Sam's erotic and heavenly display.

- . - roragi - . - - . - punjara - . - - . - samjanet - . - - . - punjara - . - - . - roragitu - . -

Altaira watched the second evening's spectacularly beautiful and erotic display with pleasure and awe. The Roragi-tu was exquisitely beautiful, and the Roragi's depth and extent of Punjara was astounding and amazing, and her radiant creation and display was mesmerizing and breath-taking.

Tearing her eyes away from Sam's erotically dancing form, Altaira observed Janet and noted that the Roragi was even more deeply enflamed and consumed by the fever, her intensity and focus noticeably deeper.

With wonder, Altair watched the dancing light show once more, grateful that she had lived long enough to witness and enjoy the amazing display.

And as she watched, the Roragi-tu climaxed in brilliantly radiating ripples of yellow and orange and white, as her back arched, her breasts thrust skyward and her pelvis jerked and leaped above those amazingly long and beautiful legs.

After the orgasms aftershocks quieted, the Roragi waved an imperious hand at her, and the beautiful light show gracefully stepped down off of the stone platform and obediently kneeled before her beloved. Altaira could see, but not hear, the verbal order from the dominant, but the devoted supplicant once more bent and slid under the Roragi's dress.

- . - roragi - . - - . - punjara - . - - . - samjanet - . - - . - punjara - . - - . - roragitu - . -

Once more, Janet leaned back with deep satisfaction and pleasure as her erect and throbbing and glowing and straining cock was tended to by her spectacularly glowing and coruscating sex slave.

Pride swelled in her chest as she openly displayed her ownership and supremacy over her Roragi-tu.

- . - roragi - . - - . - punjara - . - - . - samjanet - . - - . - punjara - . - - . - roragitu - . -

Janet's climax was deep and satisfying as she came down Sam's warm, wet and loving mouth and throat. Janet's hand holding Sam's head firmly down as Janet's hips thrust upwards and deeply.

Sam drank her Roragi's wonderful liquor and her core filled and suffused with a loving heat and penetrating warmth.

As her pelvis quieted and her cock finished emptying, Janet lay her head back with gratification and fulfillment. When her breathing calmed, she pulled her eyes down from the stars to scan the quiet and respectful spectators, her hand still holding Sam's head firmly against her pelvis, her now flaccid cock still fully thrust down Sam's throat.

Janet's eyes raked over the looks of awe and appreciation and respect and her raging Roragi fever gloated and swelled and reveled in her exhibition and display of dominance and ownership over such an amazing and erotic and beautiful female.

'Mine!' Janet's eyes fiercely and proudly sent back to each set of eyes that she met.

Exulting, Janet smiled haughtily and challengingly at the spectators, but none stepped forth or even attempted to question her supremacy or her Roragi-tu's complete and utter fealty. Her pride deepening and swelling even further, the fever raged and burned and writhed in her core and her mind and she looked back up at the stars, daring them to dispute her preeminence or dominance.

Finally, Janet pulled Sam's head back and slipped her dress off of her slave's head, exposing her glowing radiance once more to all watching eyes. Instructing Sam to stand, Janet once more reclaimed the tether and without a backward glance at the onlookers, she set a quick pace back to the temple, tugging insistently and commanding and continuously on the tether, Sam's glowing breasts and clitoris stretching and pointing in their direction of travel.

And as the night before, Janet's mind replayed the erotic images of Sam's display in her mind as they walked back. The images enhanced by the raging Roragi fever, Janet's libido quickly escalated and she, once more, quivered and trembled with the need and desire to take her Roragi-tu forcefully and savagely.

Quickly jogging up the temple steps again, she tugged Sam's proudly submissive form behind her. Reaching their room, Janet again quickly sent Sam to all fours on the stone floor and shoved her engorged and stiff shaft up Sam's anus without hesitation or preamble. Janet's cock screamed for Sam's warm, tight embrace. Janet's phallus ached and strained for the delicious rubbing friction and the pushing, straining, stretching that her shaft demanded of her slave.

Sam skidded on hands and knees once more, across the stone floor, her body jerking and bouncing with Janet's forceful and domineering pounding in and against her ass. Janet's large cock stretching and forcing its way inside of her roughly and quickly. The intense rubbing and burning sending searing lances of pleasure/pain through her groin and torso. Her breasts flopped and bounced and ached, the still-attached tether bouncing and flouncing and tugging on her nipples and clitoris.

And when Janet climaxed, hard and intense, so did Sam, her pussy clenching on nothing again, her internal muscles rippling and her back arching and her neck curling up as Janet once more domineeringly pulled her head back for leverage as she attempted to plunge her disgorging cock ever deeper up Sam's ass.

Growling her stated pleasure, Janet leaned against her slave and petted her sweaty skin. Pulling her softening cock out of that deliciously radiant ass, Janet watched the mesmerizing ripples of oranges and yellows from the two round mounds.

"Kiss the floor," Janet ordered and Sam obediently dropped her head to let her lips touch the cool stone as her body quaked and tremored and trembled with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Greedily petting and stroking the round, glowing ass-beacons in front of her, Janet pulled her hand back and slapped one cheek, hard, and watched the flesh ripple and bounce while colors rippled and radiated from the impact spot.

"Beg for it Sammy," Janet growled with wicked, deep lust and alpha-domination raging through her hot, pounding blood.

And Sam submissively and devotedly complied, "Please, please, Janet, Spank me," she begged and panted and pleaded.

And Janet smiled deeply as her hand came down with force and command and that beautiful flesh bounced and rippled and reverberated.

"Please, please, Goddess, touch me, grace me, please," Sam entreated and panted.

And Janet growled with pleasure as her hand spanked and slapped while Sam beseeched and begged for her deity's touch and benediction and pleasure.

Sam's ass cheeks brightened with the continued assault and stimulation and searing lances and aches of pleasure/pain shot through Sam's pelvis and core, her breasts bouncing and jerking with the force of the impacts on her ass. Her bouncing and jerking breasts pulled on the still-attached tether which pulled on her clitoris. And her arousal and sexual stimulation built and mounted as Janet played her ass cheeks as her own personal, glowing bongos.

With fever-ignited delight, Janet wriggled her erect-again cock and pulled Sam's ass cheeks apart with force and slammed into her slave's anus once more. Her ears loud with her hot, pounding, and lust-filled raging blood, Janet pumped manically and savagely into Sam's ass. Shoving her Roragi-tu hard and jerkingly across the stone floor.

Sam, bent at the waist, her ass in the air, her head down on the floor, skidded on her knees, hands and lips across the polished stone. Her lips still reverently and obediently kissing the floor, she left a wet streak in the wake of her mouth as her body was jerked and thrust forward as Janet pounded into her ass.

Janet came quickly and her hips jerked spasmodically and she gripped Sam's hips with fingers fiercely digging in to her slave's soft flesh. Sam's body responded in kind and she again climaxed with her Roragi, her pussy clenching and rippling and attempting to milk seed from what wasn't present.

Trembling and quaking with post-coital exhaustion and pleasure, Janet pulled out of her submissive and devoted sex slave and pulled herself onto the bed and flopped onto her back and closed her eyes with contentment.

Sam remained where Janet left her. Her bare ass poking into the air, her lips kissing the ground, her body quaking and trembling with post-orgasmic aftershocks and her mind drifting in a euphoric haze of endorphins. Her body glowing brightly from all of the sexual use and stimulation and orgasming, her ass glowed with ripples of white and bright yellow, her breasts glowed with ripples of yellow-orange and her clitoris and pussy glowed deep orange, while the rest of her body continued to shine beautifully with the shifting blues, purples and deep greens.

Janet's feverish body dozed fitfully while Sam knelt submissively and with supplication on the floor.

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Some time later Janet awoke, the fever raging and surging within her and her hot and feverish eyes immediately and needily searched for her slave. Seeing her brightly glowing and erotic form kneeling and supplicating on the floor, she smiled and her eyes widened with images of what she wanted to do with, and to, that willing female.

"Eat my pussy," she ordered with a rough voice, and slid up and onto some pillows in a semi-reclining position as Sam obediently climbed onto the bed and between her Roragi's spread and wet thighs.

Janet watched with satisfaction and approval as Sam eagerly and lovingly dove into her deity's wet, dripping pussy, reverently licking and drinking each drop of her Goddess's liquid ambrosia.

Each drop and taste of her Roragi filled Sam's core and spread through her entire being, suffusing her body with a feeling of fulfillment and love and devotion and wonderful euphoria. Sam's entire being vibrated with the need to serve her Roragi and her needs and desires and whims. Sam's entire body existed for only one purpose – the needs of her deity.

Every drop of liquid that she lathed and nibbled and licked and suckled was happily and joyfully and humbly received and her body warmed and wriggled with satisfaction and delight and awe at being able to serve and service her Goddess.

Lovingly devouring Janet's delicious pussy, Sam deeply inhaled her strong, musky and thick scent while luxuriating in her taste and the feel of her gloriously divine flesh.

Sam's nose and lips nuzzled and stroked and her tongue licked and lathed and then entered her Goddess's heavenly opening. With her tongue stiffening, she probed and plumbed those delicious and warm depths.

Janet wriggled and ground her pelvis against her slave's adoring and devoted face. Janet's thighs clasped around Sam's head and pushed her slave's face and head harder and deeper into her wet, aching and needy pussy.

Janet's hands swept up and began strongly palpating her own breasts as her thighs pulsed and her pelvis began jerking, her arousal and sexual stimulation quickly mounting and rising as Sam reverently and devotedly licked and lathed and probed and rasped her deity's sensitive tissues.

Climaxing hard, Janet's hands squeezed and pinched her own nipples as her thighs squeezed tightly around Sam's head, attempting to force her slave's face and tongue even deeper as Janet's internal muscles gripped the invading tongue and pulled and squeezed, attempting to milk the warm, intruding organ.

Sam didn't climax, but her body suffused with pleasure and awe as her Goddess orgasmed on her humble and adoring tongue and face. The ensuing liquids that oozed and leaked out were reverently and joyfully lapped and suckled and worshipfully accepted.

Her mind singing with endorphins and post-orgasmic pleasure, Janet's fever raged and exulted once more, her pride swelling and reveling with her control and power and sexual gratification. Her lips curling with deep, dark desire, she ordered, "Again," and her devoted and adoring slave began once more lapping and licking and nuzzling with intent against her Goddess's tender and swollen tissues.

Janet writhed at the intense pleasure/pain as her body shook and trembled under the continued assault at her own bidding and command. Her thighs ground and rubbed and tightened against Sam's loving and devoted ministrations and the arousal and sexual stimulation built painfully and achingly in Janet's greedy and demanding core.

Groaning with sensation, Janet's hands once more began palpating and squeezing her own breasts, pulling and stretching and pinching as Sam licked and nuzzled and probed deeper again.

Coming quickly, Janet's body shook and her muscles contracted painfully as she climaxed hard and sharp. Her thighs squeezed hard and strongly against Sam's head and face embedded in her groin and pussy. Groaning, Janet shook with the hard muscle contractions and the fever in her mind sang with triumph and victory.

Lying limp in the aftermath, she ordered her slave to simply lie still, reverently inhaling and feeling the divine scent and texture of her deity's pussy.

Sam lay happily in Janet's groin and pussy, Janet's thighs locked around her head, holding her firmly in this wonderful and divine place and position. Her nose filled with her deity's musky, heavy and sweet scent, her face pressed against the warm, moist godly tissues, and her face and mouth and tongue coated with her divine nectar. Sam's body wriggled with pleasure and joy and utter joy. She wanted to be absolutely nowhere else.

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Janet dozed fitfully once more, the raging fever not allowing her deep or restful sleep, and when she woke, her mind was completely filled with her sexual needs and desires and she ravaged her willing Roragi-tu.

The rest of the night, and into the early morning, passed with episodes of rough, demanding sex, alternated with intervals of relative quiet where Janet's body trembled and quaked and shook with need, while her mind dozed fitfully. Sam's night passed with intervals of her Goddess roughly taking or using her slave's body, with intervals of quiet supplication and waiting. She spent these quieter intervals either with her face nuzzling deep in her Goddess's divine pussy, or suckling gently on her magnificent cock, or suckling on a warm, soft, heavenly breast, or kneeling in supplication on the stone floor, her body glowing brightly and suffused with post-orgasmic chemicals and haze.

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Waking after finally getting a few short hours of almost decent sleep, Janet noted the late morning light and set them both to showers and ablutions and lunch.

And then she tied Sam down to the bed, face-up, her arms spread wide above her head and her legs spread wide and held apart by a metal bar secured between ankle cuffs.

Taking her soft, pliant slave first up the pussy, Janet slammed and thrust and pounded her Roragi-tu's wonderful and warm and hot and tight pussy over and over, relentlessly and savagely. Her thrusts pushing with the strength and intent of stabbing her cock completely up and through her slave, until the tip of her phallus peeked out of her gasping slave's mouth. That was the deep, driving image raging through Janet's mind as she manically and desperately pounded into Sam's helpless and devoted body.

Coming, her hot seed filled and oozed out of her slave's pussy, and Janet collapsed against the bound woman, their hot sweaty flesh sliding against each other.

Her cock swelling quickly with need again as the fever raged and surged and swirled inside of her, Janet pulled out of Sam's pussy and moved up to slide her hot, throbbing cock in the channel between Sam's radiantly glowing breasts. Sliding and rubbing back and forth, she fucked Sam's chest thoroughly and dominantly and with fervor.

Sam moaned and gasped and panted as her body wriggled with delight and pleasure at the rubbing, grinding sensations sliding across her breastbone and between her sensitive and aching and begging breasts, full and swollen with milk and the need for relief. Janet's groin rubbed back and forth across Sam's engorged and sensitive mounds, the nipples being tweaked back and forth as Janet moved forward and back firmly.

Arching and pushing upwards, Sam pressed her sensitive and aching tissues against her Goddess's heavenly groin as it rocked and rubbed back and forth against her. Sam's head thrashed slowly side to side as her mind focused on the intense sensations rippling through her core, her hands clenched and unclenched futilely in their restraints as they yearned to help and assist, and her arm and leg and pussy muscles clenched and unclenched with Janet's rhythmic stimulation.

Janet rubbed hard and fast and her cock swiftly swelled and flushed with warmth and her ejaculate jetted out and flew in ropy threads to drape and slide across Sam's glistening chest and throat. Moaning with satisfaction and need, fireworks danced before Janet's eyes as her pelvis jerked against the base of Sam's breasts, jerking and yanking her slave's breasts upwards hard and sharply, she ground against the fleshy mounds and emptied her victorious and jubilant shaft.

Lying limply on her servant in the aftermath, she wallowed on the sweaty, pliant flesh below her, reveling in the defenseless immobility of her sexual captive.

Feeling the sexual rage building quickly once more, she moved a little higher on the bed and ground her pelvis and rapidly stiffening shaft against Sam's face and Sam nuzzled and adoringly accepted Janet's dominance and taking.

Grinding and rubbing, the fever raging and surging within her, she ground and rubbed and fucked Sam's soft, supple and erotic face with her groin and once-again-throbbing shaft. Sam loved and joyfully accepted every touch and rub and grind as the skin of her face was stretched first up and then down as her deity's groin and phallus slid back and forth and pressed down with need and desire.

Both women moaned and groaned and panted with mounting sexual arousal and desire, Janet grunting and growling as her body flamed hotly with desire and need, while Sam's body wriggled with pleasure and delight and love and devotion.

And when she came this time, the base of Janet's cock caught deliberately against Sam's chin and jerked spasmodically as she ejaculated over Sam's face and into her hair.

Her cock finally limp and quiet for the moment, Janet lay on the bed above Sam's head, the top of Sam's wet head against Janet's pussy, and commanded, "Eat."

And Sam curled her head up and back to reach her Goddess's beautiful and heavenly opening. Extending her tongue and stretching her neck, Sam reached up and back and dove into the feast presented for her.

Janet's flaccid cock pressed beneath her into the mattress, Janet wriggled and writhed as Sam's tongue lathed and licked and her slave's nose nuzzled against Janet's now-hypersensitive and very swollen tissues.

She climaxed quickly and hard, her thighs contracting and squeezing against Sam's upturned head and chin. Sam drank and suckled and trembled with the wonderfulness that her Goddess graced her with.

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As the afternoon progressed towards the evening, Janet's feverish mind noted the time, and she quickly dressed and clipped Sam's tether to her nipple and clit rings and quickly led her slave to the grassy amphitheatre just as the last rays of the day died away.

Feverishly watching Sam's beautiful and erotic display, Janet's lust-ridden mind watched the spectators with pride and challenge, daring them to dispute her claim or supremacy or dominance over this exotic and spectacular creation and exhibition.

And after Sam had phellated her once more under the stars and in front of a watching crowd of admirers larger than the previous two nights, Janet once more tugged her beautiful slave back down the path to the temple.

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Back in their rooms, Janet barely made it through the doors before she shoved Sam onto all fours and slammed her throbbing cock fiercely and hotly up Sam's ass. Slamming into Sam's deliciously erotic and enticing ass, Janet once more pounded and jerked and shoved her slave across the floor frenziedly and fiercely.

The two women climaxed together and Janet once more set to roughly spanking and sexually arousing her slave with the slaps and impacts causing her ass to radiate with heat and searing aches and lances of pleasure/pain while her breasts bounced and jerked and ached and begged, while the tether jerked on her aching and engorged clitoris. Janet's domineering and demanding spanking roughly taking Sam to a hard and body-shaking climax, Sam's body glowed hot white and yellows as she shook and quaked with aftershocks.

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Janet's fever raged and she ravaged Sam's willing body for hours, dozing fitfully between assaults and sexual rampages.

And then, sometime during the night, Janet's fever broke.

Her mind and blood quieted a little, the fever not gone, but finally diminished a bit, and she finally slept deeply and soundly.

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Waking in the early morning light, Janet's mind was clearer than it had been in weeks. The fever wasn't gone, but it didn't consume her completely, and she woke as if from a dream. With surprise, she felt the warm, filling bulk between her thighs, and looked down to see the beautifully shifting lights between her legs as Sam's face was nestled lovingly and devotedly against Janet's pussy.

Her mind stuttered and then quickly filled in the memories and her eyes widened as her breath stilled at the immensity of what had happened during the fever's many days of reign.

Slipping from the bed, her mind reeling with the memories and scenes of what she'd done..., done to Sam, over the past many days, she stood beside the glowing bed, her eyes wide with shock. Sam's body glowed gloriously and spectacularly, and as she stared she looked right into Sam's open blue eyes. Love and adoration looked back at Janet from a face glistening from Janet's pussy fluids. A small portion of Janet's brain wondered why Sam's face wasn't chapped or wrinkled from the long term, wet immersion, but the major portion of Janet's mind was embarrassed and horrified at what she'd demanded of Sam.

Memories and visions of her sexual savagery and dominance flashed before her eyes and she stood frozen before her willing slave and servant. The love and devotion and open willingness in Sam's face and posture and eyes didn't penetrate Janet's stuttering reverie.

A look of uncertainty passed over Sam's face as she watched the looks of shock and horror pass over her Roragi's face. Misinterpreting Janet's self-recriminating expressions as disappointment or displeasure with her slave, Sam's heart sank with sadness and longing. Gingerly, she pulled herself up into a kneeling position and bowed humbly before her deity.

Gasping, her eyes widening even further, Janet stepped back, horrified at how Sam had had to submit and prostate to Janet and her fever.

Hearing her deity gasp, Sam lifted her head and took in Janet's increased distance and distressed appearance with dismay. Sliding onto the floor, Sam turned to face the bed and knelt and then she lowered her head until her lips kissed the floor. Widening her knees, her ass cheeks poked into the air, she blatantly offered herself to her Goddess.

Janet backed into a wall and a choked cry escaped her throat as she watched Sam erotically and lewdly offer her body for Janet's use. And then she felt the weight in her groin and she looked down at the tip of the large straining cock bobbing against her abdomen. And it was glowing.

More memories and images flooded past Janet's eyes and she saw, and felt, herself roughly and powerfully taking Sam up the ass and shoving her submissively bent form across the stone floor.

Sam heard her Goddess's choked cry and the Roragi-tu's heart trembled with her inability to satisfy her deity. Great sadness and emptiness washed over her body and swirled in her abdomen.

Moaning softly, Sam begged, just barely a whisper, "Please, Janet, please let me serve you," and her voice caught, "Please pound into my ass," Sam pleaded for her Goddess's touch and benediction.

Images of spanking Sam to orgasm swept over Janet and she moaned and her body sagged against the wall, even as her cock and groin betrayed her and responded to Sam's erotic and openly willing form.

Staggering to the side, Janet pulled herself away and she fled out the front door and down the hallways to the main temple room. A lone attendant quietly stood and waited across the large expanse, and Janet hurried over. "Please, help me," she pleaded.

"What do you require?" with concern.

"My,...my...," Janet panted and stammered as her heart beat rapidly, her mind a confusion of images and memories and amazement at the same time that her libido was rising and her thoughts were more and more becoming consumed with the need to find completion.

The attendant asked with unease, "Where is your Roragi-tu?"

And relief washed over Janet as she focused once more, "She's in... that room," and Janet pointed behind her.

"You left her?" with deeper concern.

"She... My fever has broken," Janet offered and then added, "And her's hasn't," and she looked with hope that the other would understand her problem without more description.

But she didn't get what she'd hoped for, the attendant didn't offer an antidote for Sam's companion virus. Instead, Janet met a stern and serious look as the temple servant warned her, "You must not leave your Roragi-tu. That is very dangerous. You must return immediately."

And that was it. Janet simply looked lost and her mind floundered. How could she return and face Sam? After what she'd done, after what she'd commanded Sam to do, after how she'd *taken* Sam.. repeatedly? Her feet stepped in small paces that took her in no direction and her eyes wandered without lighting on anything in particular as her mind struggled for balance and direction and solution.

"You must return. Now! It is dangerous to leave your Roragi-tu!" the attendant reiterated loudly and firmly and with a stern and worried look.

And it penetrated Janet's confusion. The possibility of danger to Sam reached her and she turned and quickly retraced her steps back to their rooms. Entering the front door once more, she stopped and her eyes immediately lit on Sam's form. Still on the floor, but no longer bent in supplication with her ass in the air in invitation.

Sam was now curled on her side on the cool stone where she'd earlier knelt. Even more dramatic was the glow, or the dearth of it now, as Sam's skin was only dimly lit by a weak light blue.

"Sam?" Janet asked and saw no movement in the still woman's now-mutely lit form.

Stepping over to her beloved, Janet dropped to her knees and felt Sam's carotid. No pulse! No pulse? Her mind staggered and then she dropped into automatic physician mode and gently lay Sam on her back and sharply thumped her breastbone above her heart and then quickly gave her two puffs of air into her mouth. The wetness on Sam's cheeks registered in one part of her brain, and then she began chest compressions.

"Come on, Sam," she panted as she stiff-armed the compressions, "Don't you dare die on me after all of this," she threatened and begged simultaneously.

Next: Punjara Lights