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I left most of the protagonist's characteristics open, including gender and thoughts, so the reader has more room for his/her own characteristics. \n\nThe story focuses on a single incident, there might be more chapters one day, but I don't plan on it. It's one of the shorter short stories xD", "description_bbcode_parsed": "I approached writing in 2nd Person POV from a different angle this time. I left most of the protagonist's characteristics open, including gender and thoughts, so the reader has more room for his/her own characteristics.

The story focuses on a single incident, there might be more chapters one day, but I don't plan on it. It's one of the shorter short stories xD", "writing": "[b][u][i]Vodan's Ritual of Trinity[/i][/u][/b]\n\n Awestruck you look up at the huge golden statue of Vodan. For generations your family has worshipped and served the god of love, pain and reincarnation, but never before have any of you been so close to his holy statue. Holding your father's hand you stare at the statue in awe. \n\n Vodan is lying on a bed of rocks. He has a ram's head, his hands have seven fingers each and as usually, he is depicted with three phalli, to symbolize his fertility and power of reproduction. They are each of different size, the smallest one just a lot longer, but just a little wider in girth than a human one, the biggest one as wide as two men's forearms. You are even allowed to touch the polished metal and are surprised to find it warm and smooth below your hands. \n\n Every year, the families of your tribe make an offer to Vodan, a young boy, who is right before puberty. Only the ceremonial supervisor and a chosen group of monks know what is going to happen, the boys and their families are forbidden to talk about it. Therefore, you and your parents are equally nervous and excited that you have been chosen this year. \n\n “It is time.” You and your father turn around as you are spoken to. The ceremonial supervisor smiles kindly at you, his hand extended towards you. \n\n “Make me proud”, your father says, before you are led away to be turned over to a group of three monks, who bring you to a hidden room. They undress you, wash you and cover you in an oily substance and finally draw strange signs and symbols on your tanned skin. Nobody really cares to explain anything to you and you are too shy and excited to really ask. \n\n A while later, they lead you to a room next to the statue hall. It is small and dark, without any kind of furnishing. From here you can hear people gather in front of the golden Vodan statue. Someone strikes a gong, the deep sound slowly fading into the light ringing of a singing bowl. The people's voices fall silent. \n\n To your right, the supervisor enters the small room. \n\n “Follow me”, he demands, his face serious. You hesitate, after all you are still nude and covered in a thick layer of oil. However, this is a holy ceremony and you should not disturb the course of events, so you reluctantly obey. Your face is a bright red as you follow the old man to the statue hall. All eyes are on you, there are about two dozen people gathered in a semi-circle and somewhere in the crowd you spot your parents. \n\n You are led right before the statue and while the supervisor starts the ritual with an orison in a language you do not recognize, two monks approach you. They grab your shoulders and draw your arms to your back, putting a long wooden staff between your arms and your back. While one of them ties your wrists together, the other one binds your arms to the staff. \n\n The adults join the prayers as a muttering choir, while the monks each grab one side of the staff, lifting it up to carry you up a narrow staircase, leading up to the resting Vodan's belly. You bite your lip as pain jolts through your shoulders, as you are hanging from the staff by your armpits, your arms and shoulders aching. \n\n “Make me proud”, your father's words ring in your head. He would not want you to cause trouble, so you will have to bear the pain for now. \n\n You are relieved as the monks set you down on your feet again. Standing on the holy statue you can practically feel the divine energy vibrate through your body. Your eyes search for your parents and you smile excitedly as you find them. However, your facial expression changes to a strained grimace when you are picked up again, lifted by the wooden staff and carried down the golden belly towards the statue's towering erections. \n\n “We will now offer You, Lord Vodan, a virgin to sate your needs. As to your law no girl may be touched before her wedding night, we bring you a boy to make your own.” The ceremonial supervisor nods towards the monks and they gently push you against all three of the god's metal poles, making you give them armless hugs one after the other and daubing them with the oily substance you have been covered in. \n\n It is when they lift you up once more and lower you on the smallest of Vodan's golden organs that you understand what is about to happen. You cannot help but groan at the feeling of the warm, slippery metal slowly opening your body. Slowly your body is pushed down on it until you are sitting on it, only the tips of your toes touching the ground. The huge pole feels like it is tearing you apart tears well up in your eyes.\n\n Someone grabs the back of your head and pours a spicy, bitter liquid into your protesting mouth. You choke on it, but he keeps pouring. Even though some is spilled, running down your face, throat and chest, you are forced to swallow most of it if you want to breathe any time soon. Coughing, choking and gasping for air you finally fight it down, your body cramps with sickness. Your mouth is filled with the strong taste of cinnamon and nutmeg and the searing pain in your back increases your urge to vomit. Fear shakes your body; what is going to happen to you? Why are your parents not helping you? \n\n Your pain and fear stricken eyes search for them and you find them kissing, their bodies entangled like those of most of the other adults present, their eyes staring back at you as you are now lifted up again – though only a little. The monks slide you up and down on the metal rod and you feel it pressing deep inside you over and over again. \n\n Sobbing and crying you watch your parents get more passionate, their eyes still following the motion of your impaled body. Many other couples are already down on the floor, moving at your involuntarily inflicted pace.\n\n Suddenly you taste the strong flavour of cinnamon again. Your body shakes as a wave of heat rolls through it and a moan slips from your lips. You feel hot and dizzy and as you are lifted from the statue's pole you feel the burning need to get it back inside you. \n\n Your limp, trembling body is moved a and you feel something significantly bigger press against your hole. As you are sat down upon it, it slowly penetrates you, stretching you wide – and you scream in agony. Below you, your father has entered your mom and they both look up at you with lewdly rapturous faces. \n\n The taste of cinnamon increases and suddenly the pain is joined by a hot, burning pleasure, born right out of the agony. Your body jolts with a sudden rush of passion, the movement causing you to impale yourself on the huge golden rod. Your screams turn into shouted moans of sweet pain and you know you will never get enough of this feeling. As the monks move you up and down on the pole, your body jerks with pleasure. \n\n “More, more!”, you scream, melting from the lustful greed you feel and again you are lifted, until you feel the third and biggest pole beneath you. As it strains to fit inside you, your body being pressed down onto it, your quivering, burning self is embraced by Vodan's light, you feel his strong hands move you until his divine energy floods your body with mind-numbing ecstasy, carrying your conscience away with the wave of heavenly pleasure.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Vodan's Ritual of Trinity

 Awestruck you look up at the huge golden statue of Vodan. For generations your family has worshipped and served the god of love, pain and reincarnation, but never before have any of you been so close to his holy statue. Holding your father's hand you stare at the statue in awe.

 Vodan is lying on a bed of rocks. He has a ram's head, his hands have seven fingers each and as usually, he is depicted with three phalli, to symbolize his fertility and power of reproduction. They are each of different size, the smallest one just a lot longer, but just a little wider in girth than a human one, the biggest one as wide as two men's forearms. You are even allowed to touch the polished metal and are surprised to find it warm and smooth below your hands.

 Every year, the families of your tribe make an offer to Vodan, a young boy, who is right before puberty. Only the ceremonial supervisor and a chosen group of monks know what is going to happen, the boys and their families are forbidden to talk about it. Therefore, you and your parents are equally nervous and excited that you have been chosen this year.

 “It is time.” You and your father turn around as you are spoken to. The ceremonial supervisor smiles kindly at you, his hand extended towards you.

 “Make me proud”, your father says, before you are led away to be turned over to a group of three monks, who bring you to a hidden room. They undress you, wash you and cover you in an oily substance and finally draw strange signs and symbols on your tanned skin. Nobody really cares to explain anything to you and you are too shy and excited to really ask.

 A while later, they lead you to a room next to the statue hall. It is small and dark, without any kind of furnishing. From here you can hear people gather in front of the golden Vodan statue. Someone strikes a gong, the deep sound slowly fading into the light ringing of a singing bowl. The people's voices fall silent.

 To your right, the supervisor enters the small room.

 “Follow me”, he demands, his face serious. You hesitate, after all you are still nude and covered in a thick layer of oil. However, this is a holy ceremony and you should not disturb the course of events, so you reluctantly obey. Your face is a bright red as you follow the old man to the statue hall. All eyes are on you, there are about two dozen people gathered in a semi-circle and somewhere in the crowd you spot your parents.

 You are led right before the statue and while the supervisor starts the ritual with an orison in a language you do not recognize, two monks approach you. They grab your shoulders and draw your arms to your back, putting a long wooden staff between your arms and your back. While one of them ties your wrists together, the other one binds your arms to the staff.

 The adults join the prayers as a muttering choir, while the monks each grab one side of the staff, lifting it up to carry you up a narrow staircase, leading up to the resting Vodan's belly. You bite your lip as pain jolts through your shoulders, as you are hanging from the staff by your armpits, your arms and shoulders aching.

 “Make me proud”, your father's words ring in your head. He would not want you to cause trouble, so you will have to bear the pain for now.

 You are relieved as the monks set you down on your feet again. Standing on the holy statue you can practically feel the divine energy vibrate through your body. Your eyes search for your parents and you smile excitedly as you find them. However, your facial expression changes to a strained grimace when you are picked up again, lifted by the wooden staff and carried down the golden belly towards the statue's towering erections.

 “We will now offer You, Lord Vodan, a virgin to sate your needs. As to your law no girl may be touched before her wedding night, we bring you a boy to make your own.” The ceremonial supervisor nods towards the monks and they gently push you against all three of the god's metal poles, making you give them armless hugs one after the other and daubing them with the oily substance you have been covered in.

 It is when they lift you up once more and lower you on the smallest of Vodan's golden organs that you understand what is about to happen. You cannot help but groan at the feeling of the warm, slippery metal slowly opening your body. Slowly your body is pushed down on it until you are sitting on it, only the tips of your toes touching the ground. The huge pole feels like it is tearing you apart tears well up in your eyes.

 Someone grabs the back of your head and pours a spicy, bitter liquid into your protesting mouth. You choke on it, but he keeps pouring. Even though some is spilled, running down your face, throat and chest, you are forced to swallow most of it if you want to breathe any time soon. Coughing, choking and gasping for air you finally fight it down, your body cramps with sickness. Your mouth is filled with the strong taste of cinnamon and nutmeg and the searing pain in your back increases your urge to vomit. Fear shakes your body; what is going to happen to you? Why are your parents not helping you?

 Your pain and fear stricken eyes search for them and you find them kissing, their bodies entangled like those of most of the other adults present, their eyes staring back at you as you are now lifted up again – though only a little. The monks slide you up and down on the metal rod and you feel it pressing deep inside you over and over again.

 Sobbing and crying you watch your parents get more passionate, their eyes still following the motion of your impaled body. Many other couples are already down on the floor, moving at your involuntarily inflicted pace.

 Suddenly you taste the strong flavour of cinnamon again. Your body shakes as a wave of heat rolls through it and a moan slips from your lips. You feel hot and dizzy and as you are lifted from the statue's pole you feel the burning need to get it back inside you.

 Your limp, trembling body is moved a and you feel something significantly bigger press against your hole. As you are sat down upon it, it slowly penetrates you, stretching you wide – and you scream in agony. Below you, your father has entered your mom and they both look up at you with lewdly rapturous faces.

 The taste of cinnamon increases and suddenly the pain is joined by a hot, burning pleasure, born right out of the agony. Your body jolts with a sudden rush of passion, the movement causing you to impale yourself on the huge golden rod. Your screams turn into shouted moans of sweet pain and you know you will never get enough of this feeling. As the monks move you up and down on the pole, your body jerks with pleasure.

 “More, more!”, you scream, melting from the lustful greed you feel and again you are lifted, until you feel the third and biggest pole beneath you. As it strains to fit inside you, your body being pressed down onto it, your quivering, burning self is embraced by Vodan's light, you feel his strong hands move you until his divine energy floods your body with mind-numbing ecstasy, carrying your conscience away with the wave of heavenly pleasure.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "Trinity", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "application/msword", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "3", "name": "Violence", "description": "Mild violence", "rating_id": "1" }, { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "2", "views": "935" }