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Path of Enlightenment (MrSunnySide and Mrs.)

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It was a particularly calm night in Westhaven, one of those nights where the sounds of the surrounding forest became one of a ear deafening nature. The hour was fast approaching 12 midnight, but every single light in town was on, as if a great big parade was to be expected to roll down main street at any minute.

This was not the case though, since no one knew of Westhaven's existance. The only road that used to come through the town with a population less than 67 people became overrun with weeds and grass. It didn't matter any, the people of Westhaven had always been self-sufficient. Something that was brought upon them when they were exiled from the city of Lighthaven for not throwing away their pagan rituals that were still being practiced today. Lighthaven quickly died out after the split, where the remaining townsfolk of Lighthaven had moved when they saw the downfall coming.

Even though there was no parade coming, the old town of Westhaven still had reason to celebrate. This particular evening was the mark of the Summer solstace, one where the new sacrifice would be named and the one sacrifice who had reached the budding age of 16 would be marked to go down her path of enlightenment. It was enough to cause elation in the house of the Chamblins, for their daughters path of enlightenment would start tonight, while another family would be chosen by the towns elders, their new born named, blessed to be granted with her journey on her 16th birthday.

Mr. Chamblin called up to his wife as he grabbed his belongings and fixed his tie at the last moment. "Hurry up, we are going to be late." His wife was upstairs still, helping their daughter prepare herself for what was about to come. He could hear their murmurs pouring down the second floor. Calm and drowned out by the wood separating them.

Mrs Chamblin was upstairs humming an old ceremonial tune while tightening up her daughters dress, smiling as she looked at her in the mirror. "Beautiful. I am so envious of your journey! I had hoped that I would have been picked at my birthing, but my sister came out first." She grabbed her daughters hand and kissed her on the cheek. "Oh well, I suppose this is the better choice. I get to see my daughter marked and given up to the One Who Sows. Now come, lets go down and show your father how beautiful you look."
 
Heather had a secret that made her being chosen an irony. Her secret was that despite being born into this pagan town, she did not agree with the rituals that the town took part in. Could everyone not just get along? Live and let live? Did someone always have to be subjected, or sacrificed? These were her thoughts as green eyes started into the mirror, her mother buzzing around her, preparing her. She acted like this was some sort of great honor, but it wasn't, it was just death..

"I guess.." She muttered to her mother, one hand tugging at the dress she had been garbed in. Did it have to be so tight? Heather quickly grabbed her mother's hand and turned to move with her, brown hair falling lightly into her face. "I'm scared.. " She didn't want to go. She dared not say it, but she didn't want to be the sacrifice.

She frowned at her mother's face and looked away.. She knew there was no helping. If she resisted, nothing for her would change. She had been marked since birth, she had been the envy of many women. She had been graced with curves and beauty beyond measure, even at her young age. And now.. It was time to pay the price.

"Nevermind. Lets just go." She told her mother quietly, allowing herself to be lead.
 
Heather's mother could hear the strain in her daughters voice and knew that it was just nerves. Of course she was scared, Mrs. Chamblin could remember watching her very own sister show the same amount of fear when her time came. "Honey, it's normal to feel that way and no one will ever be able to relate to the glory that you are about to receive." She grabbed Heather's hand and stopped at her bedroom door. "Just know that me and your father love you very much and no matter what happens tonight, we are going to be by your side no matter what."

Mrs. Chamblin led Heather down the stairs and smiled warmly at her husband waiting at the foot of the stairs. He was dressed in his finest jet black suit,, covering up most of the white button down shirt he had on, the blood red tie filled in the rest. "Ah, there they are. Everyone is already at the Mayor's house sweety." He said warmly, taking his daughters hand as they made their way to the bottom. "You are a big girl tonight, this will be moment that this town will never forget. You are making me proud and I know you will welcome me when my path comes to an end."

He smiled and gave Heather a big hug. "Enough, lets not keep our friends waiting." He grabbed his wife by the hand as they walked down the dirt path that led to the Mayor's two story house. Each side of the road was illuminated by torches as people clapped and smiled upon the Chamblin's arrival. "Here are the ones who will bring us the good fortune for the coming year. A true sacrifice of ones own blood to bring forth the blessing of the greater good and send a pure soul down her path of enlightenment."

The owners voice was none other than Butch McKellen, the current mayor of Westhaven. He was standing there in the doorway of his house, the light from inside pouring out behind his back. The Chamblin's were quickly led inside and down into the cellar where a stone alter stood at the front of old oak pews. Everyone took their place as Mr Chamblin escorted his daughter up to the alter and held her hand. The mayor now stood in silence in front of a pedestal off to the right, waiting for everyone to get seated. Two of his sons stood next to him, garbed in nothing but black robes.

"Another season has passed, which brings forth one more who will greet the great One and witness to him of the accomplishments of Westhaven. Now is the time for Heather Chamblin to be the one who will step forward and shed her sins through the path of enlightenment." He nodded his head and watched as his two sons went over to escort Heather up to the alter, taking her away from her mother and father.
 
She wanted to scream, she wanted to run, hide, cry, as her father spoke to her vaguely about the upcoming events. Her eyes grew heavy and glossed over, a small film of tears glazing them but she dared not cry. Her small hand clenched her father's much larger one as they all walked to the mayor's house together. As they were greeted by many faces Heather put on her best smile. She wasn't sure if they could see her fear or not but she tried to hide it..

Her hand tightened on her father's as they were taken to the celler and tightened even more when she was less away from her father all together. Those tears stung her eyes but she dared not cry. In fact, she smiled and took her place at the alter, giving everyone a polite bow before casting her gaze to the robed men. She had heard about what was to come next... But now she was about to experience it first hand..

She focused her gaze on her parents, in a way they gave her strength.
 
Everyone stayed seated as Heather was escorted up to the front of the altar, the two brothers pulling her arms away from the sides of Heather's body and holding her there. "As with the coming of the new, so comes the passing of the old." A sharp metallic rig echoed through the room as Butch pulled a long knife from the pedestal and made his way in front of Heather. "The beauty of this materialistic world is shed before him so that we may purge this young woman of any more weight in her flesh." He dug the blade into the inside of her dress and quickly pushed down, cutting the fabric quickly to reveal her naked body to everyone sitting.

Butch turned and faced Heather's parents, his back to Heather's now exposed body. "Now we see her as she was first marked, her flesh as pure and innocent as the day she was pushed out from her mother's warmth and into the world of the Reaper. Today this young woman will take on the filth of this world, a vessel for our wrongdoings so that HE may take her with our weight and forgive us for our trespasses." Butch unzipped his pants and pulled out his member as he made his way down to the front pew, kissing Heather's mothers soft palm and resting the knife onto her legs. The two brothers pushed Heather down hard onto her knees as the Mayor made his way back up, caressing her cheek before slapping her hard across the face.
 
Heather listened to the man's words carefully, he was like a demented preacher as he spoke to the flock, none of which seemed to have any problem with what was transpiring in front of them. As her arms were held out she felt very open. All eyes in the room were upon her, a soft pink ringing ger cheeks.

That innocent bashful action was quickly replaced with shock when the man suddenly began to slide the knife down the dress her mother had helped her to get into some dutifully. As he cut it free her large breasts bounced loose, nipples hardening at the sudden freedom. The blush in her cheeks returned and she quickly looked down to hide it as well as to shield herself from the view of the mayor's member.

As he made his way back up to the front and his unforgiving hand smacked across her face the youg woman gasped quite audibly. She looked up quickly, her face still stinging. "Please don't.." She whispered to the man quietly.. But there was nothing she could do now.
 
"Listen to the words that pour from her mouth." Butch slapped her across the face again, the sound of the impact echoing off the cold walls, everyone stayed quiet as they watched the show. "Purge her soul!" A woman's voice cried from the back. It was Mrs. Pendleton, Heather's English teacher. Her eyes filled with a joyous look, as if she were about to receive a reward of some sorts. "And the path of purity will not be one started alone."

Butch slapped Heather across the face again, watching as her mouth stayed shut. "Sometimes guidance is needed." Mrs. Chamblin made her way up to her daughter, looking down upon her tear stained face. "And guidance is given. Take upon our burden, dear." She squeezed her daughters cheeks open wide, holding her still with her mouth open. The mayor shoved his meat hard into her mouth, forcing his weight into her frail face as her mother looked on, smiling as she choked with each hard thrust.
 
"Ah!" Heather cried out as she was smacked again and the voice of her teacher rang out in the room. There was no warmth here. No love. Just a bunch of wild animals ready for a show and a show they would have.

As her mother stepped up to assist, Heather felt just a little bit better. Her mother had been a source of love and comfort for as long as she could remember. Even now, in the midst of a tragedy, her mother was there. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief but the help her mother offered was not what she was expecting. Suddenly her mouth was forced open and the mayor's cock was in her mouth, practically choking her with every thrust. Heather struggled only slightly, eyes turning up to try and look at her mother pleadingly. But she knew what was expected of her..she had to wash their sins.

Cautiously, the virgin girl began attempting to make it easier for the mayor to stuff her throat. She opened her mouth as wide as she could without her mother's help and tried to bob her head down on the man with his wild thrusts.

And this was just the beginning.
 
Mrs. Chamblin could feel Butch's thick member pushing in and out of her little girls mouth, feeling her choke and gag as Heather's drool and spit coated his cock. Her heart was racing as sobs poured out of her daughters mouth, seeing her in this light caused her to turn around and look upon her husband as he sat there in approval. The two sons disrobed and stood there naked, their muscular bodies glowing in the candle light. She grabbed a fist full of her daughters hair and pushed her face down on the Mayor's thick cock, fucking him with Heather's head.

The two men bent down and started to forcibly grope Heather's breasts as they slowly stroked their members, watching as their father used the young girls mouth as a fuck hole. "And I mark you young girl as I marked you before." He panted out, his body becoming sweaty, his grunts getting louder. "Yes Mayor, paint her insides with your seed!" Her mother screamed out as he began to unload his thick cum into her small throat, not caring that she was not able to handle it all.
 
The realization that her mother was starting to assist the mayor with little actual care for her well being was perhaps the hardest. The gall Heather had built up to start trying to mouth fuck the man diminished and yet again the girl began gagging and gasping around his thick member. Tears began to roll down her face as her mother yelled out, the two boys gripping at her breasts that hung down below her. For the town it was a spectacle, for her it was a nightmare.

When the mayor's member vegan throbbing and pumping his seed into her mouth Heather immediately tensed up. The thick spunk clung to her throat, making it hard to breathe or swallow. Heather panicked, coughing on his large cock as he unloaded, a large glop of his semen spilling out onto the floor as she struggled to breathe.

She fell forward onto her elbows after swallowing what was left of his seed. As she fought her breath her thick chest heaved, fingers gripping the ground, even as the men around her groped happily at her chest..


Her mother.. How could she do that?
 
Her mouth was night and untrained, sloppy from the hard fucking that Butch had given her untrained throat. The thick strands of her spit dangling from the head of his cock to the puffy lips on Heather's face. "Your journey has just begun dear." Her mother whispered in her ear, a hand sliding in between her legs and rubbing up and down the sides of her lips, roughly opening her up with each stroke. The two brothers picked her up and carried her over to the altar, ripping off the clothes that dangled from her arms.

"Christened by the elder and rejuvenated by his youth.." The Mayor spouted out to the crowd, his cum coated cock still bobbing in the stale air. "Get the whore on her stomach." Another voice shouted out from one of the pews. It was really hard to tell who said it, but it sounded like the Mr Andes. Mrs. Chamblin followed the gentleman up to the alter as they put her arms and legs into the straps on each end of the stone platform, her head hanging off the altar so that everyone looked upside down.

Heathers legs were spread wide open as one of the brothers gave a firm slap across the inside of her thighs. Heather's mother lifted up the dress she had on to reveal her bare sex, smiling down at her little girl. "This will make it easier for you dear." She said as she straddled her daughters face, rubbing her wet slit up and down her lips. A hard slap from one of the brothers hands came down hard on Heathers young pussy as the other pulled on her nipples, to the point that her agony was evident to the crowd watching.
 
Heather flinched as her mother rubbed at her inappropriately, her heart broken at the tragic backstabbing her mother had provided her. She knew the law stated everyone, but she had never given any thought to her parents taking part in the activities as well. The curse of being the chosen one was bad enough, but the shame and betrayal.. It made it even worse.

She was pulled away, her remaining clothes ripped from her body before she was tied down to the alter. The few looks she got at the crowd showed leering, hungry faces. Everyone wanted their chance, everyone wanted to see her humiliated and sacrificed. Ripped down to nothing. Her legs were spread wide, revealing her virgin pussy. She tried to tighten her thighs but the restraints rendered her helpless and open.

Her mother suddenly taking part caught her even more off guard, a cry slipping out of her lips before her mother's pussy sniffled it. A tear broke free as she turned her head, whimpering at the harsh treatment to her young, soft breasts. "Please..." She whimpered against her mother's pussy, the mayor's seed still on her breath. She whimpered at another rough pull of her nipple, before cautiously opening her mouth, slipping her tongue past her mother's lips and into the sensitive flesh of her coven.

Everyone.. Everyone had to do it..
 
"Get out of the way, Dad said I would get to fuck her pussy first." Brian grumbled out, pushing Frank, his younger brother out of the way. Brian gave Heather a hard slap on her thigh and pushed his thick cock in past her lips, feeling her tight little pussy stretching out over his member. "Nothing like Sara at all!" He said, turning over to Frank as he continued to pump her long and deep as Ted stroked his cock underneath his robes. "Anyone is tighter than that whore." Frank gasped out, his eyes leering over at Mrs. Chamblin as she rode her daughter's face.

"Lick it like a good girl." She cooed out, lifting up her dress so that everyone could see her wet lips spreading over Heathers mouth as she grinded herself against Heather's face. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room as Brian continued to push himself in between Heather's legs, feeling her thighs tighten up, the restraints digging into her ankles. It was an awkward attempt, nothing like what Mrs. Chamblin experienced when she let her husband's tongue in between her legs, but the taboo element was enough to keep her stimulated.

Heather's mother rode her daughter's tongue for a little longer before lifting herself up off of her and beckoning the younger boy over. "There will be plenty of time for that later, sweetheart. Now is the time for others to be purged of their wickedness." She took the place next to her husband and watched as Frank positioned his cock in front of Heather's mouth and began to fuck her lips hard, not showing the same techniques that the Mayor had shown before, a rough and careless thrust into her young throat as his brother quickened his pace.
 
The feeling of her mother's pussy on her lips turned her stomach. The place she was born from, the woman who raised her. It just didn't make sense in her mind. Her mother rode her more than she licked, but she did try to please her mother's demands. The sudden smack to her pussy caused her to gasp loudly, followed by s cry out as the boy shoved himself deep inside her. Tears welled in her eyes even more prominently now as she was used in her most private place, as well as her most loved one. Her life was crashing down and she knew it was only the beginning. This was her life now, until the time it came to an abrupt end.

The boys demanding cock already had her sore as she cried into her mother's pussy, her restraints too tight into her skin to boot. It was about that time that her mother seemed to get bored and offered her daughter to the younger boy. She couldn't fight as his dick speared down her throat, mingling with the remains of his father's seed.

This was only the beginning.. She was helpless to the men, to her own mother, helpless from the onlookers waiting their turn with her body. She had heard stories of past sacrifices. Some men would not be satisfied with one purging. They would want to use her again and again and repent next year on the next virgin. Some would take her to their houses and use her until the next man beat down their door to use her for the very same. Her life was suddenly a whole lot less valuable. Now, she was nothing to this town but wet, warm holes.
 
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