The Act of Intercourse

Emma was slowly preparing herself for intercourse.

Slowly, because she was reviewing what she had been taught about the act which would only occur a few times in her life, and perhaps only this once. She wasn't reluctant, in fact she was more curious than anything. The whole idea of allowing a male to actually enter her seemed both violently disgusting and enticingly naughty.

It was natural to feel this way, she had been told. The idea of sexual gratification with a man was alien to virtually all women in modern society. Pleasuring yourself with a man was just a step above beastiality. And yet, the history of sexual intercourse with men, its usefulness in establishing the species, and the pure biological thrill of it could bring on a lusty forbidden desire. This was one reason for the Ritual.

Emma had been sexually active for a number of years, so having something enter between her legs, fill her, rub against her and bring her to climax was completely familiar. She knew how to use a dildo, beads, vibrators... and she had a lover. Maria stood half a foot taller than Emma, and her long dark hair contrasted nicely with Emma's honey blond. Maria was an aggressive lover. Emma preferred being with her to manual methods of arousal... there was nothing better than Maria's tongue sliding over her clit, fingers spreading and diving in, finding the sweet spot deep inside and teasing her to orgasm.

A noise outside brought her attention back to the present, and she called out "Just a moment, almost ready!"

This room in the back of the temple was small but nicely decorated to give it a feminine, comfortable feel. The bed was large and took up most of the space. Emma removed her bra, and lay it on top of her folded blouse. Her hands went to her bare breasts, feeling their shape, imagining the sensation of the male as his body would touch them. She shuddered momentarily... and then slipped off her skirt.

"All right," Emma called. The door open and one of the attendants entered. Behind her was a naked male. Emma stared at the young man, seeing for the first time the sandy haired, golden skinned creature that she would be allowing inside of her. He looked strong. Muscles rippled in shoulders and arms, and his stomach was flat.

As her eyes ran down the body she gazed on the erect member. It looked bigger than she had thought. Yes... she had been taught that penis size was variable, but this still seemed big. It was standing straight out from the man's body, bouncing very slightly with his pulse. He had been given the drug, of course, which produced a painfully hard erection which could only be relieved through sexual climax.

"Here he is. I think you are ready, aren't you? You have reviewed the process, and feel comfortable?"

"Yes, yes, I know exactly how to do it. If I have any difficulty, I will ring for assistance. But I don't think so. I am actually rather looking forward to the whole process, you know."

The attendent nodded knowingly. "Yes, I can remember my time. It really was enlightening. The ending was especially enjoyable. Though I am not sure I would want to do it again, of course."

Emma took the male's slave chain and unbuckled it from the collar. This seemed to disturb the slave slightly. When she removed the collar itself, he seemed to blush and want to hide, as if this was an affront to his modesty.

"Blessings to you on this special occasion, Emma." The attendant turned and left, shutting the door softly behind her.

Pressing down on the slave's shoulders, Emma sat on the edge of the bed. The slave knelt before her. She grabbed his hair roughly, and shoved his face into her panty covered pussy. He knew what to do. He had been trained, and began the process of stimulating her, slowly licking the cloth and bare flesh of her inner thighs.

Emma let him service her for some time this way, through her panties, not allowing direct touch. She needed a little time to feel how it was to use a male. Soon, his ministrations had aroused her enough that she felt her body preparing itself for penetration. The moisture was flowing inside her. It seemed a cruel joke that her body was preparing itself, and would be entered by a man in an unnatural and obscene imitation of natural sex with another woman.

She stood, and removed her panties. Scooting onto the bed, she lay on her back and spread her legs. The male followed her instinctively, and buried his head between her thighs. His activity became more frantic, tongue delving inside her, nose rubbing her clit. It felt good, and she began to play with her nipples, allowing herself to feel the debauchery of heterosexual sex. Her hips began a slow undulation in response to the rhythm of the male.

Finally, Emma felt ready for the penetration. She grabbed the male's hair and pulled him up over her. She slid her legs around his thighs as she had been taught (though it was such a natural movement that she didn't really need to be taught). The slave's penis rubbed against her wet pussy, causing her to moan slightly. His hips pressed in, pressing his member against the outside of her body as if asking permission to enter. She shifted her hips slightly, hands gripping his buttocks and urging him on.

It was effortless and almost a letdown. He slid his hips down slightly and the penis slid across her clit and then popped inside of her vagina. Still, the feeling of having a male inside of her made her gasp, and as he slid in deeper, she held her breath and wrapper arms around his body. He lowered himself on top of her as he slid in, his chest against her breasts. Her nipples were hard, her body flushed, her hips moving, urging him deeper.

The overwhelming feeling of disgusting decadence flooded her when she realized she actually had a penis inside her. It was this feeling that drove her, that made her back arch and then dip as her hips thrust up. He was moving now, thrusting deep inside of her, grunting with effort as she began breathing harder with arousal. His huge penis had distended her, larger than fingers or dildo or anything her lover had ever done before. It felt at once painful, and in that pain it felt like the most pleasure she had ever felt before.

They rocked together, their hips moving in unison, for a while. The noises and smells of hetero sex filled her senses and spurred her on. She knew this was the forbidden pleasure, beneath her, only allowed for the Ritual, here in the temple. It felt so dirty she wanted it to go on forever, and feel this male thrust inside her, deeply, so deep she could feel him shoving against her cervix.

One hand went down to her clit. She began rubbing it, and the feeling of orgasm built, the warmth and peace of climax began robbing her of any other sense, the room disappeared and all she could feel or see was this grunting, sweating, working slave as he struggled to achieve his own orgasm.

She saw it coming, and timed it perfectly.

As her own orgasm waned, the male's thrusts became more urgent. He was no longer servicing her, but was using her to please himself. It was at this moment that the natural order of things were completely turned upside down and had to be corrected. The Ritual had to be satisfied, the natural order restored.

She reached to the bedside table. His thrusting was making her whole body jiggle, her breasts sliding up and down, her head actually bumping against the headboard. It made it a little difficult, but her hand finally found the thick, long metal wire that lay on the table. She took it and wrapped her legs firmly around his waist at the same time she wrapped the wire around his straining neck.

At first, the feeling of the wire didn't penetrate the slave's consciousness. He was too close to orgasm. She could feel him pulse inside of her, the beginning contractions of ejaculation. She wrapped her ankles around each other to secure him to her and make sure he would not slip out during this last critical phase.

Emma grasped the handles on either end of the wire and began to pull just as the male's cock began the strongest contractions. She could feel him spurting, and at the same time she pulled harder and harder on the handles, drawing the wire tighter and tighter around the slave's neck. His eyes bulged, and he began to struggle.

Her grip on his hips held, as did her grip on the garotte. His wild eyes took on a red tint as pressure built in his head, and fingers clawed for the wire which was now embedded deep within his flesh, beyond reach. His orgasm continued, prolonged by the asphyxiation. They wrestled on the bed, his ejaculation pumping more and more semen into her body as she struggled to keep him with her, inside her, squeezing his neck shut.

As she pulled at the garotte even harder, she felt the unexpected recurrance of climax. The warmth and pleasure covered her entire body, and rather than weaken her she used the orgasm to pump more strength into her grip on him. She had him in a death grip, and as his strength fled from his body (along with his orgasm), her own orgasm filled her with the pleasure of his final service to her. She wriggled and pushed against him, using his struggles to rub against her and create more intense pleasure and stimulation.

His tongue protruded from his mouth, turning purple. She dragged his face to hers, forcing the tongue into her mouth in a parody of a passionate kiss. Her hips thrust against him spasmodically as her orgasm seemed to feed off of his departing life force. His heaving chest, struggling for air that would never come, pressed and slid across her breasts. His stomach slapped against hers.

And then he was still, the final death throws over, the dead weight of his body pressing along the entire length of her own.

Emma lay on the bed, panting, sweat of her own body mingling with the sweat of the slave that lay on top of her. She unhooked her ankles, and slowly stretched out her legs. They were cramping a little from the exertion of holding the male during his death struggles. She thought she felt a trickle of blood on her cheek as well, though she wasn't sure.

Slowly releasing her grip on the garotte, she flexed her hands, returning feeling and blood flow. As she did this, the body of the male slid slowly to the side, his chest dragging on her naked breasts.

Shuffling out from under him, she pushed the body of the male off of her. It slid onto the floor with a heavy thump. She lay still for a moment, feeling the remnants of her second orgasm and getting her breathing back in control. Touching between her legs, she felt the juicy slime of semen oozing out.

It had been the most amazing experience in her life, not to mention the most intense orgasm.

The door to the room opened and the attendant entered. She looked at the body on the floor.

"He performed well, then?"

"Oh yes," said Emma. "He performed quite well."