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Sacrifice Altar
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Axayacatl
Assistant executioner
Exactly like this
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cynthia the inocent
Tribune
I love to role play virgin sacrifice. It is so exciting to watch the expressions on the virgin's face and to feel the power you have over her. It is also unbelievably thrilling to be the sacrifice, not knowing if the ceremony will be reality and you are helpless to stop it. In reality it is such a waste to destroy a perfectly good virgin body. Perhaps her spirit will be the sexual object of the God or Goddess they are honoring.
cynthia the inocent
Tribune
I have often wondered what drugs are used to make the victim submit willingly, or does the victim's horror invoke the spirit to accept her as a gift ?
Axayacatl
Assistant executioner
Maybe she grew up with the believe that being chosen is a great honor, even if her life here is about to end for a greater mission: to become the slave and mistress of her beloved god forever
bbent
Executioner
DON"T BE FOOLED! She always acts innocent when she is scheduled to be executed!!!
bbent
Executioner
ConchaPunani's character Loma, the constant sacrificial captive...
Young, tan and blonde, Loma is a perfect sacrifice.
Over the course of years she has been offered numerous times to an array of creatures and monsters, always to be saved or escaping in the last moment, only to find herself in soon in peril again.
Goddess Ororo seams to watch over her for some reason. One could even suspect that Loma is a naive pawn in the game of godly chess that Ororo plays with her divine comrades.
Loma was borne with a silver spoon. Daughter of King’s harem favorite, she was seen as heiress apparent to the throne of small mountainous kingdom of Tangara.
Alas, her mother died early, and the King chose a new favorite amongst his harem. Gamla, the evil stepmother started scheming to remove Loma and clear the path to the Peacock throne for her own children two unscrupulous daughters and an obese boy, Loma’s step-siblings.
Intrigues ever abundant in the tiny court of Tanagra. When old king succumbs to a mysterious illness Gamla riggs the Holly Ballot, and sets Loma to be sacrificed to a local demi-god.
Striped naked and adorned in jewels she has been left shackled to a stone altar in the depths of the jungle to her gruesome fate. Her seaming end is a beginning in disguise. Her misadventure begin.
Young, tan and blonde, Loma is a perfect sacrifice.
Over the course of years she has been offered numerous times to an array of creatures and monsters, always to be saved or escaping in the last moment, only to find herself in soon in peril again.
Goddess Ororo seams to watch over her for some reason. One could even suspect that Loma is a naive pawn in the game of godly chess that Ororo plays with her divine comrades.
Loma was borne with a silver spoon. Daughter of King’s harem favorite, she was seen as heiress apparent to the throne of small mountainous kingdom of Tangara.
Alas, her mother died early, and the King chose a new favorite amongst his harem. Gamla, the evil stepmother started scheming to remove Loma and clear the path to the Peacock throne for her own children two unscrupulous daughters and an obese boy, Loma’s step-siblings.
Intrigues ever abundant in the tiny court of Tanagra. When old king succumbs to a mysterious illness Gamla riggs the Holly Ballot, and sets Loma to be sacrificed to a local demi-god.
Striped naked and adorned in jewels she has been left shackled to a stone altar in the depths of the jungle to her gruesome fate. Her seaming end is a beginning in disguise. Her misadventure begin.
bbent
Executioner
More Loma
Chained to a stone pillar she awaits her fate... cold stone touching her bare skin... alone for hours,... nothing but wisps disturbing the deadly silence.
But suddenly she knows, the monster is coming. She is not able to see it, but hears his footsteps, heavy thuds of giant bare feet... closer and closer. With each step, her heart pounds harder... She'd beg but knows that words are of no avail.
Chained to a stone pillar she awaits her fate... cold stone touching her bare skin... alone for hours,... nothing but wisps disturbing the deadly silence.
But suddenly she knows, the monster is coming. She is not able to see it, but hears his footsteps, heavy thuds of giant bare feet... closer and closer. With each step, her heart pounds harder... She'd beg but knows that words are of no avail.
bbent
Executioner
It was overcast, but the wind was quiet. There was only the sound of the waves lapping at the rock, and the chill air on her naked skin. She was a slave, shipped in just yesterday, and did not even know the name of the city in the distance. Over the splashing water she could not hear the cooing bird that had perched just inches above her shackled feet, her final companion in life. And even if the bird could've heard through the splashing the soft whimpers emanating from the hanging woman below, they would not have meant anything to it at all.
The sea beast left the port's traffic alone, but it needed to be appeased - at least, that was the belief. The creature had never attacked a ship since the offerings started being made, so it was only safe to continue. Whether it had before, nobody could truly say. But slaves were plentiful, expendable, and easily procured as tax by the city's customs house.
The sun broke through the clouds just as the beast appeared, as if approving the sacrifice. Some offerings had to wait hours, and mercifully lost consciousness from hanging so long. This slave was not so lucky. Her head ached, her ankles burned where the cuffs dug in, but she was aware. And as she heard something big swimming her way, a pitiful sob wracked her body.
From the dockhouse, the harbor master watched without emotion as a pair of pale shackled legs disappeared into the creature's great maw. He put his telescope down. "It's fed," he said with a perfunctory smile. His colleague simply nodded and left to send a messenger. The harbor master then sat down at his desk to review the previous day's logs. A thought briefly passed through his mind, that he couldn't remember if the offered slavegirl had black or brown hair. But it didn't matter, and he quickly forgot. After that, he never thought about her again. Nobody in the city she died for ever would.
(Story inspired by the art of badwolf666)
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Ihatesand66
Onlooker
bbent
Executioner
A cruel sacrificial ritual in progress by the great Faustie. It's on the cover of an rpg module where you find the scene it's inspired by...
A female Half-Elf of milky white flesh and delicate features is being whipped before a congregation of masked priests. This High Priest, named Selvah, has the honor of welting the Half-Elf’s tender skin under his knotted leather flail. As he does so, the High Priest also quotes chapter and verse to those present – reiterating the importance of debauchery and blasphemy when attempting to wake Dread K’tulu. At some point, High Priest Selvah may be heard saying, “If there’s one place the Lords of Light should never peer, it is man’s subconscious.”
One of K’tulu’s star-spawn undulates off to the side in a heap of half-formed organs and limbs, slimy, tentacle, and watching with its sinister glaring eye
malins
Stumbling Seeker
The last hours alone, with only the holy writings as companionship, preparing in body and mind, ... while down that corridor, they too ... have been preparing everything. Now it's time to fulfil that destiny...
Ready for the ritual
stretched on the altar
Priesthood and its privilieges...
Ready for the ritual
stretched on the altar
Priesthood and its privilieges...