A Renaissance Nightmare
You can’t believe this old lady is gonna take her clothes off! You nervously watch as she unties her first layer, and then her second layer. She is down to her corset, which she loosens with her back facing towards you. She finally slips off all of her clothes, and turns around to reveal her naked body.
Wow! She’s a milf. Her smooth white skin forms delicate curves. She has the body of a twenty-year-old. She has black tattoos that form designs down her arms, legs, and torso that immaculately shape her perfect form. She bends down to collect the fallen Jenga blocks, revealing her perfect moon-shaped ass. When she turns around, her eyes are shining brightly in the moonlight. Even her face doesn’t seem as old anymore, and the warts have vanished. Those eyes, though. They are so captivating.
Suddenly, the woman starts speaking in a language you don’t understand. “Sequera me amatores Satana,” she repeats over and over again. Her eyes are so captivating at this point. They shine in bright blue and green swirls. Her tattoos are now projecting a bright red color. She looks like a masterpiece. You can’t look away from her.
Neither can anyone else. You echo the chorus, “Ave Satan.” Everyone is chanting, including you. You don’t know what you are saying, but you don’t even think about that. In fact, you don’t seem to be thinking anything. Your mind is a blank slate.
With a simple hand gesture from the woman, the Jenga blocks light on fire. The fire grows rapidly, and grows taller than the woman within seconds. She switches to English, “My followers, lovers of Satan; prove your worthiness by cleansing yourself in the fire.” First, a chubby bearded man walks into the fire, and everyone cheers as they watch him disintegrate. A tall, stubby man and a pregnant woman in a fur bikini are the next to follow; and then it’s your turn.
The cheers are inspiring as the flames engulf your body. The warmth of the fire scalds your skin into black and red bubbles. Right before your face melts to the ground, you look up to see the green-blue swirling irises of your master.
Wow! She’s a milf. Her smooth white skin forms delicate curves. She has the body of a twenty-year-old. She has black tattoos that form designs down her arms, legs, and torso that immaculately shape her perfect form. She bends down to collect the fallen Jenga blocks, revealing her perfect moon-shaped ass. When she turns around, her eyes are shining brightly in the moonlight. Even her face doesn’t seem as old anymore, and the warts have vanished. Those eyes, though. They are so captivating.
Suddenly, the woman starts speaking in a language you don’t understand. “Sequera me amatores Satana,” she repeats over and over again. Her eyes are so captivating at this point. They shine in bright blue and green swirls. Her tattoos are now projecting a bright red color. She looks like a masterpiece. You can’t look away from her.
Neither can anyone else. You echo the chorus, “Ave Satan.” Everyone is chanting, including you. You don’t know what you are saying, but you don’t even think about that. In fact, you don’t seem to be thinking anything. Your mind is a blank slate.
With a simple hand gesture from the woman, the Jenga blocks light on fire. The fire grows rapidly, and grows taller than the woman within seconds. She switches to English, “My followers, lovers of Satan; prove your worthiness by cleansing yourself in the fire.” First, a chubby bearded man walks into the fire, and everyone cheers as they watch him disintegrate. A tall, stubby man and a pregnant woman in a fur bikini are the next to follow; and then it’s your turn.
The cheers are inspiring as the flames engulf your body. The warmth of the fire scalds your skin into black and red bubbles. Right before your face melts to the ground, you look up to see the green-blue swirling irises of your master.
