Posted by Amarissa on January 19, 2005 at 21:14:47:
Temple Sacrifice
The procession winds slowly through the night toward the temple, a double file of tall, hooded, black-robed worshippers carrying torches and chanting in slow rhythm. They are led by a small, slim figure holding a chalice. It is a young virgin girl, barely on the threshold of womanhood. In contrast to the robed and hooded figures she is completely nude, except for a pair of sandals on her feet and golden bracelets on her wrists and ankles that glitter and sparkle in the dancing torchlight. She is strikingly beautiful. She has long blonde hair that falls softly to delicate shoulders, clear blue eyes, high cheekbones and full, pink lips. Her legs are long and slender, her hips gracefully rounded, her breasts firm and marvelously well-developed, with plump, soft nipples like pink berries. She has high, white buttocks and soft golden hair between her thighs. She moves slowly in rhythm to the chant, walking with her head high and her shoulders back, holding the chalice in front of her with both hands, careful not to spill a precious drop. Although she is so young, almost a child, she walks with an eerily mature and dignified grace. Her heavy breasts swing slightly with each slow step.
When the procession reaches the temple the girl kneels in front of the steps, folding her long legs gracefully beneath her. The other figures spread out, forming a semicircle around her. The chanting gradually deepens and gains in intensity and her naked kneeling body begins to sway back and forth to the pulsating rhythm. She lifts the chalice solemnly to her lips and drinks from it, slowly draining the sweet liquor, lifting it high and arching her back to swallow the last few drops. Then she places it on the ground next to her, feeling a drowsy warmth begin in her belly. She closes her eyes and focuses on the sensation, feeling herself relax more and more as it grows and radiates outward. She feels a tingling sensation and suddenly becomes aware of her own nudity and of the eyes of the worshippers all hungrily gazing at her young body. She feels her bare skin caressed by their gaze, and shivers with an unfamiliar feeling of arousal. She breathes deeply and lets her head fall back, moistening her lips with her tongue. She waits, kneeling, her body swaying slowly to the rhythm of the voices.
The chanting gradually reaches a crescendo of intensity and then stops. In the silence that follows the girl can hear the snap and hiss of the torches, as well as her own slowly throbbing heartbeat. The movement of her body gently ceases as she lifts her head and opens her eyes, then stands in a slow, fluid movement. She slips off her sandals and mounts the temple stairs barefoot, slowly and gracefully, her hips swaying with each unhurried step. The hooded figures follow her in a rustling silence.
She passes between tall, fluted stone columns and comes to a wide, circular chamber. In the center stands a low stone altar with bronze rings set into the corners, covered on top with soft carpets and animal skins. She kneels again, briefly, before the altar as the others fan out around the chamber and set their torches into iron brackets mounted on the columns. Then they turn and come back to the center, forming a perfect circle around the altar and the kneeling girl. She rises, turns, and sits down upon the altar. Her eyes closed, she swings her legs up and slowly lowers her body until she is lying full-length upon her back. She bends her long legs slightly and raises her hips into the air as a cushion is placed underneath her, then lowers herself onto the cushion, her hips thrust forward. The drug starting to take effect now, she stretches languorously and limply allows strong hands to lift her wrists back over her head to where her bracelets are fastened to the bronze rings. She is vaguely conscious of other hands lifting her legs, spreading them wide apart, and fastening her ankles in the same way. She is already slipping into a dream as one figure steps forward with arms outstretched over her still form. She does not hear the occult words spoken over her body, although she sighs slightly when a hand is placed in gentle benediction over the warm, moist flesh between her legs. In a final gesture perfume is sprinkled onto her outstretched body and the scent of jasmine rises into the warm night air. The hooded worshippers then turn and file silently out of the temple, leaving the girl naked and bound, dreaming on the altar.
Time passes, the only sound the crackle and spit of the torches; the only movement the slow, rhythmic rise and fall of the young girl's breasts. After a while she begins to float gradually out of her drug-induced trance, drawn by a pleasant tingling sensation between her legs. Sleepily half-conscious, she pulls weakly against her bonds, vaguely desiring to touch herself. She cannot move. More minutes pass, and the tingling becomes an insistent tickling. Her upthrust hips begin to rotate in response, and her brows furrow as she tries vainly to bring her hands down to caress herself. She tries to rub her legs together but they are chained apart. Her breathing quickens and deepens, and her breasts rise and fall more rapidly. She is in a semi-trance now, unaware of where she is. Neither does she remember how she has gotten there. Her awareness is limited tot he sensations of her body, but of these she is acutely conscious. She moans softly as she feels her nipples grow firm and then hard, and the tingling spreads to them as well. She is undulating slowly on the altar, straining against her bonds, as the tickling between her legs continues to grow, turning into a relentless itch of arousal. Her sex is inflamed and wet between her outstretched thighs, her vaginal lips parted like the petals of a pink, fleshy flower. Her writhing grows jerky and spastic as her desperation mounts; her breath comes faster; her moaning grows louder and more urgent. Her body is covered with perspiration and glistens in the flickering yellow torchlight as she turns and twists helplessly.
A figure steps now from the shadows. It is huge, over seven feet tall, and fantastic in appearance; clearly of supernatural origin. It has the head and legs of a goat, the body and arms of a man, and a large erect penis with a curiously pointed end. It moves over to the girl spread-eagled on the altar and looks down at her luscious body squirming in excitement. Taking its member in one hand, it reaches down with the other and squeezes her soft breast. A gasp of breath and her eyes open wide to stare into its horrible, evil gaze. She trembles with fear, and then with something else as she sees its huge red penis looming over her. A large glistening drop of semen clings to its tip. The feeling between her legs is a burning fire now, and all she can think of is her desperate need for relief. The demon lowers its ugly, horned head over her and slides out its long, pink goat's tongue. It licks her cheek wetly, then she turns toward it and the tongue enters and fills her mouth. Her body stiffens as it snakes down her throat, choking off her breath. Then it withdraws, leaving her gasping for air. Her gasps turns to groans as the hot tongue slides over her taut nipples, sending a shudder of delight through her tortured body. It lingers there, licking back and forth over her breasts until they are both wet and sticky with saliva. Vaginal juices pour out of her and trickle down the cleft between her outspread buttocks, tickling her anus; then the tongue is there also, licking up her juices, wetly probing her anus, sliding into her swollen vulva and slithering slowly and excruciatingly over her hard, erect clitoris. Her groans give way to breathless cries and tremors shake her as her young body is overcome with delight so intense, it is agony. Pleasure courses through her like electric shock. She gives herself up to the overwhelming sensations as her body strains for release, responding to the beast's demonic caresses with instinctive, rhythmic movements and pitiful, broken cries.
The pleasure is too much for her, and she orgasms violently. As the waves of climax wash through her, she loses consciousness momentarily. When she opens her eyes again the thing is crouched over her on the altar, cooly eyeing her outstretched body like a piece of ripe and succulent fruit, ready to devoured. She feels its hunger and lies trembling with anticipation underneath it, spread-eagled and defenseless, waiting to be taken. It begins to lower its massive form over her. It bends its huge, ugly head to regard her inviting, upthrust pelvis as the narrow pointed end of its giant shaft parts her lips and begins to force its way into her. The young girl's organ stretches painfully to accommodate it but she pays no heed to discomfort, throwing and thrusting herself up against the beast as far as she can in a desperate effort to impale herself deeper and deeper upon the glistening hard shaft. It is large, far too large for her. Her flesh tears, but she does not notice. She only wants it deeper. Inch by agonizing inch, the beast forces its huge organ farther into the girl's quaking body as it slowly settles its massive weight onto her. It radiates heat like a furnace. Her entire being is focused on the unbearable mixture of pleasure and pain. Pinned to the altar by the beast's weight and chained by hand and foot, her body writhes uncontrollably under it, grinding against it in an orgiastic frenzy as she feels the moment of release come closer and closer.
Finally, just as the anticipation is filling her eyes with tears, the beast lifts its head, rears, and gives a mighty thrust. The girl's limbs jerk violently against her bonds, and only the chains hold her in place. Her head rolls limply from side to side on her long white neck and her large round breasts bounce wildly back and forth as her body is shaken like a toy by the beast's savage thrusts. The hard shaft is forced through her vagina and into her womb, cutting and tearing like a sword deep into her belly. Blood flows freely between her legs. She feels herself ripped open as it drives into her like a relentless pillar of fire. Suddenly her eyes are filled with blinding white light as she feels its hot semen shoot into her like a river of molten flame. In an instant her body tenses and becomes totally rigid, then explodes in pulsing, thrashing convulsions that flood her with indescribably satisfying release. Her head arches back, her soft pink lips draw back from her white teeth, and her mouth opens wide in a long, wailing scream of terrible, terminal ecstasy. Her violent contractions pump the blood out of her body as the hot shaft fills her young womb with the beast's demon seed. She feels its member deep inside her, fucking her to her very soul. She experiences a floating sensation of euphoria as the life pours out of her torn body, her consciousness dissolving and draining away into the wonderful hard, thrusting shaft between her thighs.