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Sacrifice Altar
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FOR WHOM? I CAN'T SAY I'VE EVER LET THAT MAKE A DIFFERENCE.
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
If they are not virgins,a disappearing breed, just a dab
of super glue in the vagina will fool the natives
of super glue in the vagina will fool the natives
DON'T BLAME ME FOR THIS. THAT'S CLEARLY AN IMPOSTER! FAR TOO CHUNKY TO ME ME.
AND THE UPSIDE-DOWN CROSS IS SO "YESTERDAY".
MIND YOU, I'LL STILL COLLECT THE GIRL AFTER HE'S DONE.
Hard to say. She's not tied, and the piano is painted like a cow.
cruxlover
Tribune
Babs - you deserve to be scourged and crucified for that pun.Yes, seems to be a moo-t point
You, on the other hand could get a demerit or two for calling her "Babs", I suppose.Babs - you deserve to be scourged and crucified for that pun.
Babs - you deserve to be scourged and crucified for that pun.
You, on the other hand could get a demerit or two for calling her "Babs", I suppose.
Thanks for reminding me ...
Migoz2
Senator
Yes, seems to be a moo-t point
You really milked that pun.
Crux-Emperor Baracus X
Rectidolor
messaline
Crucified Amazon
I was thinking that it was to kill the vampirs ...
Dazza
Magistrate
Seemed like an exceptionally horrid way to kill anybody, why should vampires have all the fun.
Its not like they've done anything at all to deserve it.
foggybottom
Venator imaginum
**Sacrifice** Ran across a cache of sacrifice pics today while searching for something else. I really haven't had time to scan this whole thread so hopefully no reposts but here they are.
foggybottom
Venator imaginum
**Sacrifice** 2
theseus
SERVILIS CURATOR
Here is a story I wrote about a decade ago for one of our members, Megs. Perhaps there are those who remember her.
The Sacrifice
The forest was dark, the light of the full moon not penetrating the dense foliage. The procession winds down the forest path, the chanting of the priests eerie in the gloom. The acolyte walks in the middle of the procession, head bowed. The flickers of moonlight gleam off her pale, naked body.
The procession enters the clearing. The moonlight is bright here, illuminating the stone altar and the tall stake beside it. The monks form a circle around the altar. Their dark robes are somber, cowls hiding their faces. The only relief in their dark attire is the moonlight shining on their erect phalluses, jutting from the front of their robes. The acolyte is led to the post. Her hands are tied high above her head. Her pale body is stretched against the rough wood. Four priests step forward, whips snaking behind them. The lashes crack across the acolyte’s back, raising bloody welts. Her screams tear the forest silence. The whipping ends. She sags against the post, sobbing. The monks chant, an eerie minor key sound.
The girl is led to the altar. Tied on her back, arms and legs spread wide. Her head hangs down off the edge of the altar. The high priest leads the procession. A phallus enters her mouth, probing deep into her throat. It pumps into her, ignoring her choking, until it empties itself of its seed. It is immediately followed by another.
In strict order of rank, the thirty priests and monks empty their seed into the acolyte’s throat. The chant continues, measured, eerie. The girl lies inert, sobbing quietly. Her throat is raw, semen running into her nose and eyes, dripping from her hair.
The chief priest steps forward, a tall, burning candle in each hand. He intones a prayer, calling for a blessing on the ceremony. He places a candle on each of the girl’s firm young breasts. A sharp thrust pushes the spike at the end of the candles into each of her nipples. The candle flames waver with each shuddering breath.
Another chanted prayer. Then the tone of the chant changes, it becomes louder, faster, more urgent! The priest steps forward again, a boldly patterned snake in his hands. The beady eyes glint in the light of the candles fixed to the girl’s breasts. Its tongue flickers. Slowly the priest lowers the snake between her wide-spread thighs. He prays that the snake god will accept this sacrifice. He guides the snake’s head to the girls gaping vagina. The tongue flickers against the tender flesh. The snake slithers forward, testing the dark place. It slides some more, encountering resistance. The muscular body flexes, moving forward again. The girl moans, her hips twitching, as she feels the pressure on her vagina. The snake continues, its blunt head entering the dark, soft moistness of her vagina. She moans again, feeling the stretch, the cool shape spreading her lips. Deeper! Deeper still! The thick, muscular body fills her, stretching her. Her panting causes the candles to waver, burning wax dripping onto her soft breasts. Her breathing becomes faster as the snake burrows ever deeper into her body. The muscles of her vagina contract, squeezing the snake’s body. It responds by burrowing deeper. She is so full! The rippling body of the snake fills her, stretches her. The chant reaches a crescendo as the snake’s tail disappears between her lower lips.
Silently, the monks file out of the clearing. The sacrifice lies on the cold stone, staring at the moon. The muscular body of the snake moves inside her! Her muscles ripple. Candlewax drips onto tender flesh.
The sacrifice has been accepted!
The Sacrifice
The forest was dark, the light of the full moon not penetrating the dense foliage. The procession winds down the forest path, the chanting of the priests eerie in the gloom. The acolyte walks in the middle of the procession, head bowed. The flickers of moonlight gleam off her pale, naked body.
The procession enters the clearing. The moonlight is bright here, illuminating the stone altar and the tall stake beside it. The monks form a circle around the altar. Their dark robes are somber, cowls hiding their faces. The only relief in their dark attire is the moonlight shining on their erect phalluses, jutting from the front of their robes. The acolyte is led to the post. Her hands are tied high above her head. Her pale body is stretched against the rough wood. Four priests step forward, whips snaking behind them. The lashes crack across the acolyte’s back, raising bloody welts. Her screams tear the forest silence. The whipping ends. She sags against the post, sobbing. The monks chant, an eerie minor key sound.
The girl is led to the altar. Tied on her back, arms and legs spread wide. Her head hangs down off the edge of the altar. The high priest leads the procession. A phallus enters her mouth, probing deep into her throat. It pumps into her, ignoring her choking, until it empties itself of its seed. It is immediately followed by another.
In strict order of rank, the thirty priests and monks empty their seed into the acolyte’s throat. The chant continues, measured, eerie. The girl lies inert, sobbing quietly. Her throat is raw, semen running into her nose and eyes, dripping from her hair.
The chief priest steps forward, a tall, burning candle in each hand. He intones a prayer, calling for a blessing on the ceremony. He places a candle on each of the girl’s firm young breasts. A sharp thrust pushes the spike at the end of the candles into each of her nipples. The candle flames waver with each shuddering breath.
Another chanted prayer. Then the tone of the chant changes, it becomes louder, faster, more urgent! The priest steps forward again, a boldly patterned snake in his hands. The beady eyes glint in the light of the candles fixed to the girl’s breasts. Its tongue flickers. Slowly the priest lowers the snake between her wide-spread thighs. He prays that the snake god will accept this sacrifice. He guides the snake’s head to the girls gaping vagina. The tongue flickers against the tender flesh. The snake slithers forward, testing the dark place. It slides some more, encountering resistance. The muscular body flexes, moving forward again. The girl moans, her hips twitching, as she feels the pressure on her vagina. The snake continues, its blunt head entering the dark, soft moistness of her vagina. She moans again, feeling the stretch, the cool shape spreading her lips. Deeper! Deeper still! The thick, muscular body fills her, stretching her. Her panting causes the candles to waver, burning wax dripping onto her soft breasts. Her breathing becomes faster as the snake burrows ever deeper into her body. The muscles of her vagina contract, squeezing the snake’s body. It responds by burrowing deeper. She is so full! The rippling body of the snake fills her, stretches her. The chant reaches a crescendo as the snake’s tail disappears between her lower lips.
Silently, the monks file out of the clearing. The sacrifice lies on the cold stone, staring at the moon. The muscular body of the snake moves inside her! Her muscles ripple. Candlewax drips onto tender flesh.
The sacrifice has been accepted!