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- Sep 5, 2017
The Trussaley Empire was a land full of harsh environments. The land was initially a place where all sorts of hellish monsters called home. Most of the terrain was rocky and unable to support crops or even small towns. People crowded near the palace, as there was the only drinkable water and farmable land throughout the lands. The citizens of the country believed that the Monsters were their Gods, punishing them for their sins. The reigning monster, Azazel, was known by his title: the Lord of Filth. It was believed, thanks to their holy men, that if the monsters were appeased, the lands would return to their natural state. There were grand tales of the Trussaley empire formerly being the home of lush meadows and plenty of natural water sources. But, no one had seen the land as such in hundreds of years, so the stories were now mostly relegated to the realm of children’s bedtime stories.
Unfortunately, there was only one way to please the monsters and gain mercy from their wrath. That was with a female sacrifice.While initially it was seen as a barbaric ritual, the townspeople now looked forward to the ceremony eagerly. But, if they didn’t handle it accordingly, their lands would be uninhabitable. The Monsters would instead wipe out every male human, and take the females for breeding. Fortunately, they were appeased with the ceremony to them, once every season, and provided with a fresh woman for the ultimate sacrifice.
The Lord of Filth would take the priestess for the season, breed her and fuck her, and then pass her off to his fellow demons that needed something to warm their cocks. The monsters that lived in the lands were various sorts, some hulking beasts with teeth as long as a typical male’s height. Spider women that would catch men in their webs and slowly mummify them, draining the blood over months. Azazel was supposedly the father of all of the monsters in the land, which were birthed from his frequent offerings. He was known for his tar black skin, horns, and other appendages.
There were huge paintings of him in the Palace and throughout the city, in order to remind the humans of who they lived their lives worshipping and fearing. Some featured his multiple arms. Others, made sure to depict his monstrous, long cock raping a woman of the holy order. There wasn’t a single human alive in Trussaley who didn’t live in fear and awe every day, waiting for the day that the monsters were tired of allowing them to live.
The Holy order of Filth was the church that spent their days praying to Azazel. It was from them, that a sacrifice was chosen yearly. Every sister in the order knew that one day, it could be themselves who were selected. There never seemed to be a particular reason why someone was chosen, just that they had to be aged 20 years of age. For roughly ten years, they were trained and educated as to what their role in life was to be. That way, they would live out the rest of their mortal lives being nothing more than a fuck sleeve for the multiple armed God. Every female in the Kingdom, regardless of their station in life, was forced to join once they had their first bleed.
Upon reaching 16, they were then raped by the priests of the order, trained with various sex toys. In order to prepare them for the life they were to lead. Once a sister reached 20, they were then sold to a man in the Kingdom to become nothing more than a cattle, to breed more daughters in order to have the chance to offer her to the Lord of Filth. The women, throughout their lives of living at the order, were warped to believe that offering themselves or their children to the order would be the highest honor in life. If a man were rich enough, he could purchase multiple sisters from the order. Men of means tended to have a harem, as they viewed it as their duty to help create offerings for the demon.
The sister who had been selected as the Harvest offering that year was Laurlei. She was a beautiful sister, renowned for her kindness and devotion to their monster god. She came from the castle, the daughter of a member of the Emperor’s harem. Her own aunt had been selected for the ceremony years before, and the crop that year had been the best they had ever seen. So they were hoping for the same effect in choosing to offer up Laurlei.
Laurlei had violet eyes, a sign of being of noble breeding in the Kingdom. She had side swept bangs and long, white hair that went to mid back. Unfortunately, it was mostly covered by her habit. She had a bountiful chest, and the robes of the sisters were cut in a manner to display breasts so that they were a focal point. The soft spoken girl wore a purple collar that matched her eyes, the mark that the church put on any of the sisters that were between the ages of 16 and 20. It was so that at any moment of the day, they could be easily identified and taken for sexual training. Even in their sleep, it was common for a sister to wake up with two cocks in her ass. The collar matched the eye color of the particular sister that wore it.
She wore the same black robes as the other sisters. But, as she had been selected at the beginning of summer, her clothing was altered in order to enhance her natural beauty. There was a slit to her hip on one side, in order to help the Monster that would take her have access to her body. Then, her outfit was edged and decorated in the most beautiful white laces. It was to show that they were to be the bride of their God, and to be taken as the next sacrifice. During the season they spent preparing for their fate, they were treated as living deities. After all, one of these sisters could eventually birth the monster that would succeed Azazel.
Laurlei was different. She refused all preferential treatment, instead spending her time praying and fasting to the large sculpture of the Lord of Filth. Finally, the day she had dreamed of would come. For years, she dreamed that she had been chosen by Azazel personally, to bear him his chosen son. And from there, she would live as his wife, graced with his seed daily for the rest of her life. Such a fate was precisely what she wanted, and would spend the free time she had worshipping her mate to be until the day that she was blissfully offered.
On the eve of the beginning of the harvest, that was when the chosen Priestess would be offered. They were given a drink made from a sacred flower, only offered to those who would be given to the Horned God. It would enhance her fertility, in order to birth the children of Azazel. Laurlei willingly ingested it, the only thing she had besides water for the past week. She wanted her body to be empty for her mate, in order to fill her completely with his cum. It was a grand feast for the people, and to glorify and honor the monsters of the land. After a brief speech given by the Head Priest, he then blessed the offering himself. It consisted of Laurlei being fanned with incense that would serve to alert her monstrous mate that his offering had arrived, and keep the other monsters away until she had been soaked in his seed. Then, that would be enough to keep her with Azazel until he tired of her.
From that point, she was lead to a clearing that was decorated with freshly killed animals, to offer their Lord food. There were also plenty of flowers, offerings for the Priestess that was giving her life to a greater cause. In the clearing, she could be lashed to a post, if she was a girl of weak morals and unable to accept her fate. But Laurlei was very accepting, going to simply sit on a smooth, flat rock that sat beneath the post. She arranged her beautiful robes around her and simply prayed, awaiting her mate. The people of the kingdom walked past her on their way back to their homes, offering their prayers and best wishes.
Eventually, she was left there, alone. Without all of the people there, the Lord of Filth would be able to smell the familiar scent of a fresh Priestess. Laurlei was smiling serenely as she awaited her future and fate, with an open heart and open arms. She could only hope that she would cause the Harvest to be better than her aunt’s, and to bear as many children as her body could bear for Azazel.
Unfortunately, there was only one way to please the monsters and gain mercy from their wrath. That was with a female sacrifice.While initially it was seen as a barbaric ritual, the townspeople now looked forward to the ceremony eagerly. But, if they didn’t handle it accordingly, their lands would be uninhabitable. The Monsters would instead wipe out every male human, and take the females for breeding. Fortunately, they were appeased with the ceremony to them, once every season, and provided with a fresh woman for the ultimate sacrifice.
The Lord of Filth would take the priestess for the season, breed her and fuck her, and then pass her off to his fellow demons that needed something to warm their cocks. The monsters that lived in the lands were various sorts, some hulking beasts with teeth as long as a typical male’s height. Spider women that would catch men in their webs and slowly mummify them, draining the blood over months. Azazel was supposedly the father of all of the monsters in the land, which were birthed from his frequent offerings. He was known for his tar black skin, horns, and other appendages.
There were huge paintings of him in the Palace and throughout the city, in order to remind the humans of who they lived their lives worshipping and fearing. Some featured his multiple arms. Others, made sure to depict his monstrous, long cock raping a woman of the holy order. There wasn’t a single human alive in Trussaley who didn’t live in fear and awe every day, waiting for the day that the monsters were tired of allowing them to live.
The Holy order of Filth was the church that spent their days praying to Azazel. It was from them, that a sacrifice was chosen yearly. Every sister in the order knew that one day, it could be themselves who were selected. There never seemed to be a particular reason why someone was chosen, just that they had to be aged 20 years of age. For roughly ten years, they were trained and educated as to what their role in life was to be. That way, they would live out the rest of their mortal lives being nothing more than a fuck sleeve for the multiple armed God. Every female in the Kingdom, regardless of their station in life, was forced to join once they had their first bleed.
Upon reaching 16, they were then raped by the priests of the order, trained with various sex toys. In order to prepare them for the life they were to lead. Once a sister reached 20, they were then sold to a man in the Kingdom to become nothing more than a cattle, to breed more daughters in order to have the chance to offer her to the Lord of Filth. The women, throughout their lives of living at the order, were warped to believe that offering themselves or their children to the order would be the highest honor in life. If a man were rich enough, he could purchase multiple sisters from the order. Men of means tended to have a harem, as they viewed it as their duty to help create offerings for the demon.
The sister who had been selected as the Harvest offering that year was Laurlei. She was a beautiful sister, renowned for her kindness and devotion to their monster god. She came from the castle, the daughter of a member of the Emperor’s harem. Her own aunt had been selected for the ceremony years before, and the crop that year had been the best they had ever seen. So they were hoping for the same effect in choosing to offer up Laurlei.
Laurlei had violet eyes, a sign of being of noble breeding in the Kingdom. She had side swept bangs and long, white hair that went to mid back. Unfortunately, it was mostly covered by her habit. She had a bountiful chest, and the robes of the sisters were cut in a manner to display breasts so that they were a focal point. The soft spoken girl wore a purple collar that matched her eyes, the mark that the church put on any of the sisters that were between the ages of 16 and 20. It was so that at any moment of the day, they could be easily identified and taken for sexual training. Even in their sleep, it was common for a sister to wake up with two cocks in her ass. The collar matched the eye color of the particular sister that wore it.
She wore the same black robes as the other sisters. But, as she had been selected at the beginning of summer, her clothing was altered in order to enhance her natural beauty. There was a slit to her hip on one side, in order to help the Monster that would take her have access to her body. Then, her outfit was edged and decorated in the most beautiful white laces. It was to show that they were to be the bride of their God, and to be taken as the next sacrifice. During the season they spent preparing for their fate, they were treated as living deities. After all, one of these sisters could eventually birth the monster that would succeed Azazel.
Laurlei was different. She refused all preferential treatment, instead spending her time praying and fasting to the large sculpture of the Lord of Filth. Finally, the day she had dreamed of would come. For years, she dreamed that she had been chosen by Azazel personally, to bear him his chosen son. And from there, she would live as his wife, graced with his seed daily for the rest of her life. Such a fate was precisely what she wanted, and would spend the free time she had worshipping her mate to be until the day that she was blissfully offered.
On the eve of the beginning of the harvest, that was when the chosen Priestess would be offered. They were given a drink made from a sacred flower, only offered to those who would be given to the Horned God. It would enhance her fertility, in order to birth the children of Azazel. Laurlei willingly ingested it, the only thing she had besides water for the past week. She wanted her body to be empty for her mate, in order to fill her completely with his cum. It was a grand feast for the people, and to glorify and honor the monsters of the land. After a brief speech given by the Head Priest, he then blessed the offering himself. It consisted of Laurlei being fanned with incense that would serve to alert her monstrous mate that his offering had arrived, and keep the other monsters away until she had been soaked in his seed. Then, that would be enough to keep her with Azazel until he tired of her.
From that point, she was lead to a clearing that was decorated with freshly killed animals, to offer their Lord food. There were also plenty of flowers, offerings for the Priestess that was giving her life to a greater cause. In the clearing, she could be lashed to a post, if she was a girl of weak morals and unable to accept her fate. But Laurlei was very accepting, going to simply sit on a smooth, flat rock that sat beneath the post. She arranged her beautiful robes around her and simply prayed, awaiting her mate. The people of the kingdom walked past her on their way back to their homes, offering their prayers and best wishes.
Eventually, she was left there, alone. Without all of the people there, the Lord of Filth would be able to smell the familiar scent of a fresh Priestess. Laurlei was smiling serenely as she awaited her future and fate, with an open heart and open arms. She could only hope that she would cause the Harvest to be better than her aunt’s, and to bear as many children as her body could bear for Azazel.