The Sacrifice.

[wickedone]

The sacrificial chamber of the temple was illuminated only with torches. Priests and priestesses gathered for the day. The room was large. Strange pillars ringed the room. They appeared to be made up of snakes winding in a random pattern to the ceiling.

A low gong sounded once and the chanting began

A smooth stone altar stood before a completely black obelisk. The obelisk seemed highly reflective and in a strange fashion it seemed as if it was devouring the light. The reflections weren't quite right, faces seemed changed when viewed by the pillar.

A low gong sounded a second time and the cage was brought in with the sacrifice.

 

[ShiroNezu]

Charlotte had woken up in the cage from the sounds of the gong, and she was still distraught and confused from her initial kidnapping. She looked around, terrified and confused by the scene before her. It looked religious and ritualistic, but it was nothing that she had recognized before. The worst part was that she was nude with the exception of a strange cloth wrapped around her body around her waist, covering her apparently vital organ.

She kept her hands tight on the bars of her cage, her olive skin covered with bits of dirt from her mistreatment. Her auburn-dyed hair cascaded over her shoulders, almost reaching her bare breasts, which easily slip into size C bras when she has a choice in her attire. She had already given up on covering herself, especially since it was clear that no one was paying attention to her. She saw one of the groups of priests and began to plead. "Let me out! Please! What's going on! Someone talk to me!" she shouted.

 

[wickedone]

The chanting increased in tempo rising in pitch. The air seemed to be throbbing around her. The pillars around the room seemed to be emitting soft pulsating light.

Several men walked to her cage. They were only clothed by a brief loincloth and their eyes seemed vacant. EAch was milky and sightless but she could tell they were looking at her.

The cage door opened and the men entered. Rough, strong hands gripped her wrists and ankles as she was lifted into the air. A cheer broke out from the spectators almost drowning out the chant.

The gong rang a third time.

She was carried to the altar. As she neared it she could see the lights glinting off of it's smooth obsidian surface. Shackles hung from short pillars on either side of it. The men chained her to it with an almost mechanical efficiency.

The gong rang a fourth time.

 

[ShiroNezu]

Charlotte screamed as the men entered the cage, and she struggled against them as they lifted her up into the air, not feeling at all comfortable with all the hands on her half-nude body. She looked around more at her surroundings, more confused. She continued to scream.

As they chained her effortlessly to the pillars, she found herself gripping the chains for support. "Please! What's going on?" she demanded, a tremor in her voice. "Let me go!" She tried to kick at the men, but it was no use. She started shaking, realizing all the strange people now surrounding her. If only she had something to cover herself. She felt all her dignity lost, with no questions answered.

 

[wickedone]

The sound of the gong faded as a hooded figure approached her. In his hand the steely glint of a knife. He regarded her coldly as he began weaving intricate symbols in the air with the blade. The chanting never ceased as the cold metal ran against her skin. The razor sharp edge removing the last piece of clothing.

The gong rang again.

Several women surrounded her as the chanting increased in tempo. They held rough cloths and water. Her body was cleaned in a meticulous fashion. The places they washed were intimate as well but their touch was not. They scrubbed until their offering was clean. They could only hope that it would be pleasing.

The gong rang again.

 

[ShiroNezu]

Charlotte held onto her chains and stared with confusion as the hooded stranger created shapes with the knife. She could swear he was leaving temporary marks in the air, but it just couldn't be possible. That simple wasn't natural… right? She trembled, being sure not to move as the knife cut her wrappings off, her nude body now entirely exposed. She wanted to be sure she wasn't cut by that strange blade.

Then the women came. She felt the cold water form the rags washing her, and she simply couldn't help but cry as she felt her body invaded by them, her body being cleaned without her permission. It was eerie and terrifying. She felt clean, sure, but her mind felt a little less than such.

As the last gong rang, Charlotte looked out almost expectantly, wondering what further strange rituals she'd have to go through.

 

[wickedone]

He pulled the hood back from his face revealing an old and piebald face. His eyes opened as he began trembling. A few last incantations and he started backing away from the girl. The knife clattered to the ground forgotten. Fear was apparent on his face, as it was on the faces of those who looked at her. The chanting increased again to an almost deafening roar. It seemed hungry, and despite the fear in the front rows she could make out other chanters reaching for one another lustfully. They seemed to simply reach out for the nearest person.

Behind her the obelisk swirled with colors. The reflections in it had taken on a decidedly hungry look as they mimicked the lustful actions of the crowd. Their lustful grasps of each other parodied in a much more violent fashion in the reflection. Here a woman bent and kissed a man In the reflection she gripped him by the throat and dragged her nails across his chest.

A single point of pure blackness began expanding in the center. The chanting slowly shifted into the moans and cries or carnal pleasure.

The gong rang a final time.

 

[ShiroNezu]

Charlotte screamed as the chanting seemed to deafen her. She wanted badly to cover her ears, but her hands were unmoving as the chains bound her wrist. She couldn't see anything behind her, but the sight before her was horrifying. She was already naked, and now all these strangers seemed to be engaging in a random orgy before her eyes. Would they force her to be involved?

The heat behind her was starting to get too much as well, and she was surprised she wasn't sweating. She seemed to hear screams behind her, but then, there was nothing but moans. She felt that something was coming behind her, something dangerous. It horrified her that she couldn't see a thing.

 

[wickedone]

The chains binding her wists writhed as power leaked from the obelisk. The speed of passion of the orgy as well as the tone of the chanting began taking on a desperate tone. Acts of friendly passion started becoming more and more violent in front of her as a priestess was dragged from the chant, forced to the ground and raped by the observers.

The surface of the obelisk rippled as if it was made out of a dark and murky water. He slipped from his long confining prison. The voices of his followers beckoning to him. The first thing to breach the surface was one of his hands. The nails were long and black sharpened to the point of being claws. Slowly his arm pushed though. The well defined muscles tight in the effort of pushing through this barrier. He came through slowly, his skin a dark blue, his body what most women dream of. His skin was smooth and flawless. His eyes were filled with cruelty as he surveyed his followers as they abandoned themselves to lust.

His eyes fell onto the back of the offering. He watched her trembling. His feet fell heavily onto the stone floor as he approached her. He let the heat from his body graze her as the skin of his chest made contact with the skin of her back.

"I am pleased", he said in a deep rough voice.