We ache for revenge on those who have ravished us.
Hear us in the name of Hecate.
We yearn for the satisfaction of our lease.
Hear us in the name of Selene.
We thirst for the blood of man.
Hear us in the name of Cybele.
We demand and lust for flesh.
Hear us in the name of Nyx.
Hear us, great mother.
We crave and await you.
Fill us with your power, passion, and madness.
Grant us our every desire.
Set us free from the chains of foolish men.
Help us teach them what goddesses they offend.
Sisters, there's a man under the trees.
A man?
A pretty man.
I see him now.
So hard and muscled and tasty.
Come closer, lovely man, so that we might appreciate you.
Come see us.
See us.
You came to see us, didn't you?
To watch us.
To watch us dance naked under the stars.
The moon hasn't risen yet.
There's just us, pale and naked and wet, gleaming in the starlight and the stone altar.
The goddess altar.
Our goddess's altar.
Where no man is ever permitted to come.
We know why you're here, pretty man.
We know.
You followed us here from the village at dusk, didn't you?
To watch the women of your village dance at their sacred rites.
To spy on us.
To get hard watching us.
Here we are, pretty boy, naked in the deep forest.
In the deep, dark forest.
We're here naked.
What?
Dripping our nectar down our thighs.
Cupping our breasts in our soft hands.
For the goddess.
We are naked for the goddess.
Tonight.
Not for you, pray.
We're not naked for you, pretty man.
Your eyes shine like cat's eyes in the dark.
In the dark.
Do you like the dark?
Join us in the dark, pretty man.
Come here.
Good boy.
He is frightened.
Not as frightened as he's going to be.
Are you scared, little man?
Oh, don't worry.
We'll take good care of you.
We'll enjoy you.
Here, in the dark.
Are the secret rites what you expected?
No man has ever seen us like this.
All year our rage at the indignities men treat us with.
Men's callousness.
Men's uncaring ways of hurting us.
Of using us.
Of taking their pleasure in our sweet, tight bodies.
Without making sure we have pleasure too.
All of it burns inside our hearts.
In our loins.
In the furnace heat of our cunts.
And once a year we get to let it all out.
All the fury.
All the passion.
All the need.
We all run in the forest.
Naked and sweaty in the dark.
Ripping apart anything living we find.
Tasting on hot flesh.
Drinking hot blood.
Screaming to the goddess.
Howling to Selene like wolves.
Clawing and scratching and biting at our own bodies to let out the pain of the year.
And fucking until dawn.
It's the night.
The one night.
When no man can trouble us.
Except you.
And you're here.
Most years we find some deer.
A yearling buck.
Young and vigorous and antlered and male.
We hold it down on that stone altar.
Seeing a powerful male animal and holding him down.
With our bare hands.
Seeing the fright in his eyes.
Right before we rip him apart.
But we don't have to run down a yearling buck tonight.
No.
We don't.
Because tonight, while the goddess's fury burns in our blood, scorching us, inflaming
us, we have you.
Can you smell us?
Can you smell the heat between our thighs?
We're ready to destroy and devour and fuck.
You look like a good fuck.
No.
Don't run.
Don't run, lovely man.
Get him.
Get him.
We need to fuck him.
Look how he runs.
Such power in his legs and thighs.
So young.
So vigorous.
Don't run, pretty man.
You're ours.
Ours.
He is faint like a stone.
It is a sign.
God forbid.
We're only good for fucking and eating.
That's what we'll do with you, pretty man.
Oh, pretty, pretty boy, we're going to catch you and fuck you and rip you open and eat
you.
Run faster, pretty man.
Run faster.
We're going to get you.
Goddess, I can smell him, the blood filling his cock, the acrid fear in his sweat, even
the sweet smell of his pre-cum, salty like the ocean.
He's heading back to the village.
If he escapes the forest, he might make it back.
And tell of our secret rites.
Get him.
Got you, fool.
You are easy prey, pretty man.
To let us drive you into a trap like that?
You are less a stag and more a yearling fawn.
So tender.
Succulent.
And desirable, look at him struggle and wiggle and squirm.
Here are vines of the toughest ivy.
Bind him.
Bind him.
Tie his wrists.
Force his powerful arms behind his back.
Tie him up.
Tie him up.
Tie him up.
Tie him up.
Squirm for us, pretty.
Squirm.
Squirm.
Don't gag his mouth, sister.
We're going to need that mouth of his.
And I want to hear him scream.
Yes.
Fuck.
Look at him buck those muscled hips.
I want to eat him.
Hold his legs for me, girls.
He doesn't need to kick.
He just needs to give us pleasure.
Oh, yes.
Yes.
We have his legs.
He's not going anywhere.
Tie him tightly, sister.
Tie his legs.
Tie his thighs.
Loop after loop of strong green vine.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
We're going to enjoy you, pretty little fawn.
You're never going to run anywhere ever again.
Bind his balls.
Bind them tight.
You don't get to come until we desire it, pretty man.
Feel our vines hold you in their green caress.
You're ours.
Ours.
Ha, ha, ha.
Silly boy.
Wriggle all you want.
There is no escape for you tonight.
We are hot with the madness of the goddess herself.
We are powerful.
Passionate.
And heat.
Hungry.
Carry him back.
To the altar.
Of stone and root.
or he will satisfy all of our hungers.
Strip him. Rip those garments off him. I want him naked.
I want him bare.
I can smell his musk. I need his cock.
Oh, look at it.
So thick.
Oh, goddess, how he pulses and throbs.
Erect as a towering cedar.
Perhaps we are the first woman he's seen naked and hungry in the dark.
Never seen a girl lift her breasts and cup them in her hands like this.
Never seen her pinch and twist her nipples like this.
Look at him.
He could almost come just watching us touch our breasts.
Just smelling their warmth and heat.
Just hearing us moan.
Oh, such a hard cock.
You don't sing.
I do.
Oh, sweet pretty man, are you a virgin?
Are you a virgin, little morsel?
Oh, a succulent, trembling virgin.
Let's ride him.
You ride him.
I want his mouth.
Here, I'll straddle his face.
Fuck. Lick me.
Oh, little fawn. Lick me my captive little treat.
Lick me. Lick me. Lick me.
Get that tongue in my cunt.
Oh, sister. Sister is his mouth.
Oh, his mouth.
Ride him, sister.
Fuck his face.
I'm getting on his cock.
I need it. In me.
Oh, goddess, it's so hard.
You lick my sister like a good boy and feel my soul.
Let heat kiss the top of your cock.
Yes, sister, yes.
Fuck him.
Fuck him.
Fuck. Oh, fuck.
I'll just ease down and...
Oh, sisters, he fills me. Oh, he fills me.
I'm so fucking full of his cock.
Ride him, sister.
Break him.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Be rough with him.
I'll clench on his cock.
Oh, goddess. Goddess. Goddess.
Take it, little man. Take it.
Take it, little fawn. Give me pleasure.
Oh, lick me, good boy. Good boy. Good boy. Lick me.
I'll kneel by the altar of our goddess and lick his balls while you ride him.
His tied up testicles slick with your heat, sister.
Fuck.
I'm going to eat these later.
Pop them like ripe little berries.
I want them in my mouth.
Come here, sister.
I'll shove you down on the mosses by the altar and devour you while our sisters fuck that boy.
Sister, sister, I'm on fire.
Burn for me, little sister.
Put those thighs spread open for me.
Yes, sister, yes.
Here, get your mouth on my cunt, lovely girl.
Yes, yes, sister, yes.
Lick each other.
Oh, lick me, boy. Lick me as I ride your face.
Fuck. Fuck, yes.
I feel how wet my cunt is gushing over your lips.
I feel how wet I am, hunched tightly around your cock, rippling around it, my breasts bouncing as I fuck you,
as I dig my nails into your chest and just ride you.
Give me your cock. Give me your cock.
Give me your cock.
Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Your balls taste so, so good.
I'm so wet.
You make me so wet.
So wet.
I need to come. I need to come.
I need to come on your pretty little face and your, oh, your strong, warm tongue.
Oh, don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop or I swear you won't survive to spill your seed.
I'll tear you apart if you don't make me come. Make me come, pretty man.
Oh, how he bucks beneath me. Oh, how he stretches me. Oh, yes, yes, yes.
You are a gift from our goddess.
Oh, fuck. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, fuck.
Oh, yes.
Oh, my goddess.
Oh, my goddess, yes.
Oh, good boy. Good boy.
Enough. You've had your turn, sisters. Get off him and let us have him.
We're hungry.
Hungry for his cock.
So hungry.
Thirsty for his cum.
His flesh. His blood.
Give him to us.
Of course, sisters, we're not greedy.
Oh, we're eager to share.
And he can't come, so.
His cock will stay hard enough for all of us.
All of us.
My eager, tight little pussy is right over your manhood, pretty boy.
I am soft as the night and wet as the dew.
Can you feel my heat?
Oh, fuck. Can you feel my tight, wet heat?
Feel my cunt caress
and clasp
and envelop you?
Oh, fuck. You are a gift.
I want his mouth next. I deserve it.
Sit on his face, sister.
Smother him.
He has a wonderful mouth.
Attaboy. That's the good boy.
Lick me, pretty man.
We are nothing tonight.
Nothing but our playthings.
Our slave.
Our toy.
Our prey.
Each time you pleasure us extends your life. Perhaps you could please us until dawn.
If you do, our blood will cool again.
Do you smell my musk? It's different from my sister's.
As is my taste.
Show me what your clever tongue can do, little thing.
Ah, yes.
Like that. Like that.
Be our stag.
Our stag, eager and willing.
As all good sacrifices should be.
Do you see this, prey?
Do you know what it is?
It looks like a cock, doesn't it?
A cock shaped from the horn of a white stag, slain on this night last year.
See how smooth it is?
See how cool it feels when I slide it along your soft inner thigh?
How large and unyielding it is.
See the little harness we've made for it?
What I need to do is fix it on my waist.
Just like this.
Oh, fuck.
I may rape you as well as any man could.
Lean forward, sister.
I must lift his legs.
Of course, sister.
I must learn what it means.
To be violated.
To be ravished.
To be taken.
Yes, sister.
Mount him.
Reap him.
Look how the little pucker of his ass clenches up.
Are you scared, pretty man?
Fuck him like a beast, sister.
Fuck him in the ass while he struggles, bound under our sister.
Fuck his ass.
You squirm and buck, pretty stag.
But we're not men.
I'll give you more than most of you would give me.
I'll get the tip of his horn sloppy and wet.
Slippery wet spit to ease my way into your tight, needy little hole.
That's it, yes.
I feel your ass resist me, but you will take it.
Take it, you muscled squirming prey.
Take it.
Buck.
Buck your hips.
Struggle all you want.
I'm in you, pretty man.
I'm in your ass.
I want him again and again.
Wait your turn.
This horn rubs against my clay.
Each time I shove it into him.
Come here, sister.
Oh, he loves it.
He loves it.
He's licking at me so.
Oh, yes.
That's suckling.
Oh, God, as he swallows inside my heart, I can't.
Oh, how he moans.
He's so big in me.
Not as big as I am in him.
He'd come for us.
If we let him.
Then we won't.
Not until we're done.
You're ours, pretty fun.
Oh, yes.
Yes, yes.
Oh, feel me squeeze your cock.
I'm going to come in your cock.
Take it, pretty man.
Take it.
Your ass is too tight.
You can't take it, can you?
You can't take all of it in your ass.
Oh, yes, pray.
Yes, please resist me.
Fuck, I will hurt you.
I'm going to get this smooth, cool horn so deep in you.
So fucking deep.
Fuck him, sister.
Show the pretty man no mercy.
Yes, fuck him.
Treat him as he would us.
Come here, sister.
I want your breasts while they fuck him.
You need my lips and teeth on your tits, sister.
I do, I do.
Here, let me get my fingers in you.
And yours and me.
Oh, yes.
Oh, goddess.
I can't take it anymore.
It's really going to feel hard.
I feel your pleasure.
Run, Julian.
Squeals you make.
Muffled against my sister's cunt.
Whimper for us, lovely prey.
Let's unbind his balls.
Unleash his semen.
I've got them.
His balls are loose.
They're free.
Oh, goddess, I want to drink his cum.
I want to drink his hot blood, sister.
Oh, sister, your fingers.
My cunt.
I'm going to cum.
I'm going to cum.
I'm going to cum.
Fucking cum.
He's so hot.
He's so hot.
Rip him open, sisters.
Tear him open.
We want his blood.
We want his hard meat in our mouths.
Rip him apart.
He's so hot in me, so hot in me.
Cum while you can, pretty stack.
Cum.
Oh, he's cumming.
He's cumming in me.
He's cumming.
Cum, pretty man.
Cum, cum, cum.
Cum, pretty man.
Cum, pretty man.
They taste so good, oh so good.
Eat him, eat him.
Blotcher him across the box's altar.
Drink his life.
He tastes so hot.
My mouth's pressed to his breast.
Oh, he's hot to blood.
Oh, fuck.
Rip out his still beating heart.
Give me his heart.
Yes, his heart.
His blood drips down my chin.
Down my throat.
Down my breasts.
His cum leaks down my thigh.
I'll get it with my fingers.
So salty.
He tasted better than a stag.
He fucked better too.
But there's nothing left of him home.
We need more.
More?
The night is young sisters.
And they're still lone travelers about.
Isolated farms.
The young men returning home late after their mistresses.
We must state our lusts on them.
Ravish the feast on them.
Oh, hail the goddess and make merry in the dark.
No man is safe tonight.
Find them.
Take them.
Find them.
