Long hours, even days, will slowly and inexorably pass while building The Sacrifice to conclusion. After each break in stimulation, forestalling release, you will rapidly return her to her peak and sustain her there, edging and edging until you can draw her to higher intensity of urgency. The challenge for you is to not succumb to the redolence of her engorged and liquid need, the taste of the impending eruption that you, yourself, are hungry for. But the Red Cloth commands, and you will obey the Cunt that came presented in sacrifice. When you have reached the point where her Cunt is enflamed 100, 1000 times stronger than before, let her know the moment of release is upon her.
The Sacrifice is suspended by her arms above her while straddling a bucket to collect her copious, gleaming strands of dripping lust and want. She is on a small, low dais lit by candle footlights reflecting both light and heat up her thighs; illuminating her sex to a select gathering of cunt worshipers eager for her release. It is swollen, engorged, blushing deeply in enriching blood flow. Her clitoris stands erect, pulsating in want and anticipation above her gleaming sex-mouth. Her scent is powerful. It fills the small, close, warm, dimly lit chamber. The fragrance of her desire flows out from her as a cloying incense, mixing with sweat; the air of room heavy in taste of her. Candlelight blinds her to all but the faintest outline of the naked audience; waiting in lust, teasing their own flesh in anticipation for what is to come.
From behind, you maintain strict control and ensure that The Sacrifice mounts her cunt in orgasm until it is fully exhausted. Dipping fingertips into her liquid sex, lathering her fully erect clitoris in gleaming lubricant you slowly milk her shaft from root to tip. Gradually, gently increasing the rhythm of your strokes upon her pulsating flesh, listening to her body’s signals of impending climax. Count it down slowly to her, inevitably, relentlessly increasing the speed and pressure… Her cunt begins to leak short spurts of pleasure – priming her flesh for the exquisite deluge of her imminent dam bursting open and bringing her to orgasm in finality.
The floodgates open and she performs her cunt unto the audience in great expulsions of wet ecstasy. Over and over, each river of cum stronger, heavier and more fragrant than the last. Your fingers deftly fly across her sex; milking her clitoris, stroking her lips and folds, thrusting into her gaping sex mouth to trigger deep-cunt pleasures that rain out over the audience and drench them in The Sacrifice’s joy.
Sodden, shaking and exhausted the Sacrifice suspends limply, dripping and drooling her spend. The sacrifice is not yet concluded. You then loop the awaiting straps around her thighs to hang her spread wide, elevating her in the damp air. The bucket is replaced with a wide cushion as the audience lines up to take the stage one at a time. Each member kneels on the cushion and take their fill of The Sacrifice’s cunt. Every man and woman, devoted to the succulence of a woman fresh from orgasm, suckles the fount of her at their leisure. The sacrifice continues until all are sated. The celebration is then concluded.