| I turned my head, looking around although it was useless, and I knew it. I had been blindfolded by the priestess, and she knew what she was about. I was being guided into some sort of building, it felt like. A temple of Ranisha, the goddess of sex and sexuality, the priestess whispered into my ear. I shuddered. Of all the girls from my town, the priestess had chosen me to be the sacrifice. I remained silent, however. The priestess (she told me to think of her as Rani, but I would not; she remained the priestess) had told me early on to remain silent, not to cry out or speak unless I was injured in some way. I had asked what to do if my guide left me, but received only a scornful glance as an answer, and indeed the question had been foolish. I had been guided skillfully by the priestess for what felt like days. It was, in reality, only a few hours, I suppose, but time passes more slowly for the blind. "One half-step in front of you, a step down. Be careful." I followed the instructions, knowing that if she said there was a step, there was a step. She pulled back slightly on my arm, the signal to stop, and bent close to my ear. "I must give you to another guide now. Her name is Sara. She is not a priestess, but an acolyte who is well-used to dealing with sacrifices." I shuddered again. Would I be ritually raped, or brutally beaten? Ranisha had a reputation for liking some violent things. There was a noise in front of me, and a smaller hand took my arm. "I am Sara. Please follow me. There are twelve steps leading down, not counting the one on which you are standing. Take it as slowly as you must; we needn’t take chances." I followed Sara’s instructions as dutifully as I had Rani’s. Eventually we came to some sort of stone slab, upon which I was told to sit, and wait. Then Sara left, and I was alone for a very long time. ***** Finally she came back, accompanied by another woman. This one was older, more mature. She inspected me closely, by look and by feel, and pronounced me fit. Then she was introduced to me. "Nora, this is the High Priestess Lucinda, Avatar of Ranisha Most Lovely. It is to Rashina that you will be making your sacrifice, through the High Priestess." Again, the sacrifice. I had been asked in my town if I wished to perform a great service, not some sort of sick ritual. I wished I had said no to Rani. But I hadn’t, and it was too late now. I ventured to put forth a question, my voice creaky from not speaking for all those hours. "W-what sort of sacri–?" A harsh hand struck my face. "You will not speak unless you are given permission, Nora," Sara said sternly. "The High Priestess Lucinda does not tolerate disobedience." Stunned, I could only nod in response. Then Lucinda spoke. "Sara, do not mistreat my slave so. I wish to have her in good condition for the sacrifice; Ranisha does not take kindly to having abused goods in her bed." The change in Sara’s voice was immediate and startling. "Yes, High Priestess. I am sorry...I should not have presumed so." "Leave us." There was a rustle of clothing as Sara left us behind, bustling off to some other task. I looked around, frightened now that I was alone with my soon-to-be killer. "My dear child. How scared you have become...There is nothing to fear here. Not from me. And worry not; as you are my property, the men will have no reign to touch you." I nodded, and Lucinda continued. "I will leave you now. I must go and prepare." And so I was left alone. Again. ***** Hours did pass in that next interval. Acolytes came and took my clothing, brushed out my hair, and attached something to my wrists and neck. The things on my wrists actually kept me on the slab, but the thing around my neck felt like nothing more than a tight necklace. I lay stark naked upon my slab, hands chained above my head. It was warm in the chamber; apparently some sort of fire was ever-present, or it was just a heated stone. At any rate, I didn’t suffer from exposure. I had lain in that position, more or less unable to move, for a little over half an hour when someone came. "The ceremony is about to begin. Prepare yourself." And that was all the warning I had. I had barely begun to come to terms with the fact that I was probably going to die when a bustle approached me. Lucinda had returned, accompanied by what sounded like ten or twenty others. Girls, I supposed, though all were as silent as I was commanded to be. Lucinda placed her hands on my belly, intoning words from some chant to Ranisha. She finished chanting her prayer and began to speak. "O Goddess Ranisha, Holy Lover and Thou Most Lovely, we gather today in your name to offer a sacrifice. This virgin girl, Nora, has agreed to be yours this night, and has willingly given herself up to you. O Holy Ranisha, watch over this sacrifice, and guide our actions, that not one moment of this be wasted." There was a pause, and the hands lifted from my belly. I could feel that I was surrounded by women, all of whom were watching either Lucinda or myself; the weight of their stares on my naked body were almost unbearable. "Let the ceremony begin!" ***** As soon as the words had left Lucinda’s mouth, hands reached for me from all sides. I had now been blind for almost twenty hours, and I could feel the fingers groping for me. They were going to kill me. Suddenly, the motions stopped, just as silently as they had begun, and there was a clanking noise as my chains were released. "Nora. Accept what happens next, and your response, as natural." I recognized Sara’s whispered voice next to my ear, so low that I could barely hear her. Then I was being helped off the table. I felt something click onto my necklace, and I felt a tug. I realized then what the necklace was. It was a collar, and they had just attached a leash. "Now come, slave, on all fours. You must make your sacrifice to Ranisha!" Lucinda intoned. I did as instructed, and soon found myself in another room, this one almost carpeted with warm pillows. Soft pillows. I received further instructions and knelt in the supposed center of this room, wondering what would happen next. A hand brushed one of my breasts, and I had to stop myself from jumping away. Then another hand touched me, and another. Suddenly, I was being groped, touched and fondled by at least three people at the same time. The sensation was too much. I couldn’t stop the moan that left my throat if I had cut it. Instantly, all hands withdrew. I was left alone, embarrassed, ashamed. Someone approached me, and Lucinda’s voice reached my ear. "You were not to utter sound unless you have been injured. Do you remember?" I nodded. "Have you been injured?" I shook my head. She knew I had not. "Then you have disobeyed a direct order, and you shall be punished." A sudden harsh noise sprang up, and something slapped my bottom. Then Lucinda’s voice came again. "You won’t do it next time, will you? You’ll know better." I nodded. Again came the hands, completely silent, utterly familiar. I accepted their touches, letting them stroke my whole body. Then, without warning, a tongue touched my slit, probing, tasting. I moaned again, and again the hands withdrew. This time I moaned a second time, in frustration. Three slaps. Right on the same spot. It was really starting to hurt now, but I couldn’t say anything to stop it. The hands did not return. They had been replaced by mouths more than fingers, questing tongues that sought to cover every inch of me in fire. I almost moaned a third time, but I managed to keep it in when another mouth covered mine, crushing my lips with hers. I did not moan again, and the mouths and tongues and fingers continued their play until my body began to spasm. Then, just as I knew, instinctively, that it would become even better, they all stopped again. A short interval passed, then one person took over. A finger slipped down into my slit and began playing with that one spot that felt like white fire. At the same time, claws began raking down my back, bringing even more pleasure. I turned, wanting to face the person who was capable of producing this sensation, and reached out to touch her in return. I felt her breasts, her nipples, all of her, and I needed every part. I devoured her with my tongue and teeth, nibbling on her neck and breasts, and licking all the way down to her most intimate place. As I began to taste, I realized that she was producing juices that tasted heavenly. I endeavored to drink every drop, and then I found her place, the one that felt like fire. This is exactly what my mother told me never to do, I thought as I continued. I could almost hear her reaction to this, and I ignored it. I didn’t care. As I continued to eat her, another mouth came up behind me and began to eat me. I let out a very soft, low moan that vibrated my lips and her...I would have to think of a new name for it now. What had I heard the boys call it? Pussy? That sounded right. Her inner walls began to spasm around my tongue, and her nails raked my back even harder. As her fit subsided, she withdrew and was replaced by another woman, to whom I reacted in the same way. In this manner, the night continued on for hours, until all of us were exhausted, and I knew exactly what an orgasm was, and how to make someone else have one. ***** Some hours after the end of the ceremony, I was still blindfolded, but being led away. As they dressed me, I heard Lucinda come near. "Child, would you like to stay?" I nodded emphatically. She chuckled, and my heart thrilled at the sound. "Then come with me, and I will explain your...terms of stay." Her hand enclosed mine, and I allowed myself to be led away from the helpful yet unseen acolytes. As we walked, she spoke. "If you wish to stay, you must be willing to pledge unconditional service, to myself, and to Ranisha Most Lovely. You will become an acolyte of the lowest degree, taking orders even from the servants. And you will follow all of these orders. All of them. Understand?" I nodded. "Should you disobey in any manner, you will be punished, and swiftly. Do you understand?" The memory of the...whatever it was...slapping my bottom came back, strong and sharp. I nodded again. "Then your first order comes from me, and it is to remove your blindfold." I did as I was told, and was greeted to sunblindness of the highest possible caliber. I winced as my eyes were pierced by the firelight of the torches, and the sunlight streaming in through the windows. The hall itself was gorgeous, as only fitting for a goddess of sex. Paintings and tapestries hung everywhere, ranging from crude dirty depictions of fucking to masterpieces by famous artists. High Priestess Lucinda was, however, the most beautiful object in the hall by far. I knew I had done the right thing, agreeing to serve her; it was all I ever wanted to do again. |
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| FOR MISS LUCY By Moonlit Nightshade |
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| © 2005 moonlitightshade |