Hot love, sweaty bodies embraced in a passionate coupling as a ss of flesh and limbs entwin with one another into a raunchy, never say die, puppy pile of lust. Perhaps so orgies were fun like that, but this wasn’t going to be one of them... at least not at first.
It ended up being more like a work detail as Laz walked through, using his heaven’s gaze to direct Roma in assigning people spots and positions. At first, he had them divide into two groups, Doms and Subs. While so people hesitated, claiming to be switches, based on the situation, very quickly they realized that they needed to make a choice. Either they could be subs or they might not be needed. The simple fact was there was a lot more doms than subs, leading to a mismatch between what was needed and what they had. As such, the ones who couldn’t actually decide were asked to be subs and if they refused, were just sent away. At least with the ones who claid to be only doms, they knew what they were and what they wanted. There was no way that soone who couldn’t do as they said would be able to successfully fill the dom role anyway.
So while so were sent away, others soon arrived and the lust god provided even more benefits to those who could fulfill the sub role.
Those with experience in these matters were brought aside by Laz and asked a few questions with him gauging their responses in turn. Then a few subs were brought over as well for a similar interview, all the while Laz was followed by Brittany, Amira, Dalia and Roma.
At last, Laz had a couple from both preferences and they started getting into the details. Their first stop was a simple wooden and leather stand. The two who were assigned to it, two males, one dom and one sub, were already standing next to it when Laz walked over.
"Alright. Now I need you two to introduce yourselves to one another," Laz started.
"Mark."
"Richard."
"Good. Now Richard is in the dom role and mark in the sub?" Laz asked, seeing that while Mark seed ok, Richard was making a bit of a face.
"Let guess. You thought this would involve another woman?" Laz said, looking at the blond haired man. He was strong, tall and had a solid build with defined cheek bones. Truly the model type if Laz had ever seen one.
"Well... when things were explained to .. that was kind of what I had thought.." He said, hesitating. He had seen earlier how Laz had dismissed people without a shred of hesitation when he found out they would be useless.
"So then can you, Richard, get past that disappointnt and do your duty? After all, Mark here isn’t hesitating just because you’re a guy. Perhaps he would have preferred a strong female hand to take control of him, but he was left with you instead. This is a compromise for both of you, but that doesn’t an it can’t be enjoyable," Laz said, standing next to the black haired and sowhat skinny Mark. Laz then reached up and grabbed Mark’s hair, pulling it backwards quickly before slamming him forward again. The quick movent was enough to cause Mark to lose his balance and fall to the floor with only Laz’s hand on his hair preventing him from falling down completely. He held Mark there, by the hair but didn’t even look at him, even though Laz had pulled his head back again so that Mark had no choice but to look up at Laz.
"The true essence of what you are both going to do is sexual, yet sex doesn’t have to be part of the equation. You don’t have to want him... in fact it’s better that you don’t. Right now... he is feeling so turned on just by my actions that I wouldn’t be surprised if he had already let himself go in his pants. I’m strong, after all. Stronger than anyone here. And I am showing that to him in a way which crushed his spirit, his ego, his pride. And that’s what he wants, while also giving what I want. The energy coming off from him is what’s needed, along with the domineering energy coming from . This is the energy we need to erase the strands of pain and hatred that has suffused this room for so long. So, Richard? Can you dominate Mark in the way that he needs to be dominated?" Laz took a quick glance down at Mark who was still looking up at him, his head still restrained by Laz’s hand and unable to look away. But even then, Laz noticed, the skinny man was aroused.
"I can. I will," Richard said, a smile having finally co onto his face. He didn’t know it right now, but a new world opened up for him.
"Good. That’s what I wanted to hear," Laz said and continued on while one pair of Laz’s group stayed with both Richard and Mark to explain about what they were to do with the equipnt before them.
After that, everyone listened to Laz without question, each pair happy to group up with one another before being told how to use the equipnt they were being introduced to. The problem ca when they got to the much crazier stuff, things that were only ant for pain. For the equipnt used for humiliation, that was easy to deal with as most of it had already been reproduced by the BDSM community for years. But walking up to the iron maiden presented a challenge.
"So how do we go about this?" Roma said, looking at the massive death machine.
"Well..." Laz said, deep in thought. Ideas raced in his mind as he walked around the device, thoughts of how to negate all of the blood that had been spilled by this over the years.
Suddenly, an idea ca to his mind, one that both made him smile and frown at the sa ti.
"An idea?" Brittany asked.
"Kind of."
Laz then went inside the tal beast and began breaking off the spikes with his bare hands, snaping them like they were dried twigs and throwing them away. Laz then summoned the black flas and lted down the stubs, ensuring there was nothing dangerous about it any long.
"Alright... bring ... lets say three subs and as many doms as you can find. The doms should be comprised of mostly males and a few females. The subs don’t matter but for the sake of ease... maybe one or two need to be females," Laz said while his crew went to work.
Soon, three subs, two females and one male were standing before him. Laz walked in close, checking their vitals and seeing that all three were sowhat relaxed, he was assured.
Laz then walked over to the giant iron yet hollowed out beast and with an audible gasp from the crowd, he laid it down on it’s side.
"Alright. In the past, this thing basically made human’s into pin cushions. But now... were going to do one better... and make humans into soup," Laz said to the gathered crowds. He then had the three subs lay down in the device, their legs situated like they were sitting had it been up right. While being a tight fit, none of them felt any real discomfort thanks to Laz’s efforts to secure the spikes.
"What do you an by human soup?" Asked the woman Laz had scared before, the one who had been sucking the life out of the disciple of the temple. Laz didn’t know why she was still here, but that didn’t matter.
Exactly what I said... this thing used to be a device of torture and death... so why not fill it with so human life juices?" Laz said and then explained. The doms who were present needed to ejaculate into the iron maiden, allowing the soup broth to be prepared while the ones inside were obviously the at. Since there was a long line of dismissed switches and useless doms, this was a good chance for them to get so rit. As for the female doms, their job was to help the useless ones contribute their goods into the soup if there was an issue with them doing it by themselves.
In this sense quantity matter more than quality.
After telling the plan to the gathered female doms, Laz let them get themselves organized and moved on.
"That is literally the most disgusting thing I have ever heard," Amira said after they moved to the next obstacle.
"What’s wrong with it?" Laz said, going over in his head what would play out from that.
"First... don’t call it human soup. That’s just.... fucking wrong," Amira replied as even Dalia shook her head in agreent.
"What can I say? The thing has absorbed so much blood over the years that the only thing that could cleanse it is basically a sperm bath. I think..."
"You’re not even sure?"
"Well... life draining versus life making... it should work," Laz said, sharing his thought process.
The girls couldn’t help but hold their heads and wonder if there was sothing wrong with Laz.
"Then what is the point of the people in it?" Dalia asked, bringing up the part that confused her.
"Gives them sothing to aim for. You know guys have a problem with that..."
"I’m sorry I asked."
"Yeah..."
They arrived at the golden bull next.
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