10 comments/ 647696 views/ 25 favorites Virgin Sacrifice By: jackalpup He brought the young girl into Morigana's house and the three of them immediately went into the basement. A cool breeze blew in from an open window and swirled at the young girl's feet and snaked up her bare legs, caressing her thighs under her little skirt. The man held the girl by a wrist gently, but tightened his grip if ever she moved away from him. Morigana smiled faintly in a devilish grin and pointed to a table. Jack took the girl and sat her on the edge of the low, black glass, coffee table and stood to the side of her. The young virgin trembled with fear, watching Morigana and Jack intently. With one look from Morigana, Jack grabbed both the girl's wrists and pulled her back and down so she was laying on the table. The young girl gasped and kicked her legs, trying to get back up, but he held her down easily and stood above her head at the other end of the table. Morigana grabbed the girl by her ankles and held her until she stopped kicking then climbed up onto the table over her, straddling her. The woman smiled and put her face close to the little 18 year old girl's and whispered something to her to calm her down. A simple, 'shhh, it is okay…you are among friends' and the girl relaxed slightly. Morigana moved her face from the girl's ear and to her lips…and kissed her. Her kiss was gentle and calming, then another deeper kiss. The girl's fear subsided for that moment and their lips parted into a deep tongued, passionate kiss. Jack smiled and squeezed the girl's wrists, getting hard at the sight of the two girls. He watched them kiss for a good five minutes before Morigana stopped and leaned down on the girl, kissing her neck. The virgin squirmed and struggled lightly again, trying to get away, but liking the feelings that rode through her body. Jack made a small moaning noise and whispered under his breath, "yeah…" Morigana's hands slid up the girl's body and started to unbutton the girl's white shirt slowly. She squirmed again and the look of confusion and fear returned in her eyes. The woman smiled at the look and opened the girl's shirt to reveal her small breasts in a cute laced bra. Morigana kissed her neck again and then moved down, her hands pulling on the girl's bra and letting her pink nipples show. The woman gently took one on her mouth and sucked on it, making the little girl whimper. Morigana bit into the soft pink flesh and the virgin gasped and squirmed some more. Morigana sucked again and bit once more before stopping to flick her tongue around the, now perfectly hard, nipple. Morigana moved down and off of the girl, kneeling on the floor between her legs. She took the girl's skirt and pulled it down slowly and watched as the girl struggled against it. She kicked Morigana twice and the woman slapped her hard on the thigh, making the girl almost cry. She took the girl's skirt all the way off, over her black shoes, which she removed as well. Her pink panties where next and Morigana removed them even slower, watching the look on Jack's face as she pulled them down over the struggling girl's creamy soft skin. Jack licked his lips and nodded, whispering under his breath again. He pulled the girl's hands up to his hard dick that throbbed under his jeans. He ran the virgin's hands up and down his hot cock, smiling as her little hands brushed up against him. Morigana smiled even wider and bit her bottom lip as the girl's panties came all the way off. Morigana slid her hands up and down the girl's thighs, following them with kisses and nibbles. The girl started to breathe heavily and she looked frightened. Her young eyes where wide and she watched the woman place kisses on her thighs, closer and closer to her pussy. The woman spread the girl's thighs wider and she struggled against Morigana and Jack, but she was too weak for them and Morigana soon had her way. She placed her hand over the girl's muff and slid her thumb along the folds of skin and along the girl's clit. The young girl's struggles soon became something else…something pleasurable. She forgot to struggle and soon wriggled on the table and whimpered. Her eyes still held fear and confusion, however and she tugged her hands in Jack's perverted grip every so often. Morigana slid her thumb up and down while nibbling on the girl's hips and her other hand started unbuttoning her own shirt deftly. She paused only temporarily to remove her shirt and bra before sliding her thumb back over the girl's wet clit. Morigana slid her thumb inside the girl's hole and bit down on her hip at the same time, making the girl arch her back and gasp. She grew frightened again and squirmed against Jack, who tightened his grip until her hands turned white. He jerked her upward slightly and she stopped squirming. Her eyes pleaded with him, but he only smiled down at Morigana, ignoring the girl's desperate looks. Morigana reached under the table and took out a toy. A long hard, silver vibrator. The woman ran it up and down the girl's legs and over her cunt a few times before tickling her clit with it. Morigana's other hand undid her own shorts and slid them off as she played with the virgin. The girl looked down at Morigana in terrified wonder as the naked woman between her legs slid the tip of the toy inside her and back out a few times. The girl whimpered again and arched her back on the glass table. Morigana smiled and shoved the silver vibrator deep inside the girl. She screamed out and squirmed more, gasping and almost crying. The woman laughed and did it again…and again until the girl kicked and cried. Morigana stopped her assault and straddled the girl again, her own naked body rubbing on the girl's. Jack bit his lip and moaned as Morigana undid his pants over the girl and slid them down, revealing his hard cock. The woman stroked his dick gently as her hips rubbed up and down the girl's own hips, their wet muffs touching and rubbing together. Morigana licked the tip of his cock with her wet, hot tongue and slid her mouth down on him a couple times, making him close his eyes and moan. She sucked it hard, but slowly and swirled her tongue around it several times. The young girl watched them above her with slight curiosity. Her lips parted absently while she watched Morigana suck Jack. The woman stopped and took the girl's hands from Jack and freed her. She turned her over onto her hands and knees and did the same beside her on the glass table. She took his cock in one hand and the girl's head in the other and guided her to it. The virgin didn't struggle very hard, she was curious. She licked the tip of his cock and Morigana moved her head beside the girl's as she pushed her head down on Jack. She kissed the girl's neck as she slid up and down on the man, Morigana pushing her and making her take it all in. The woman pulled the girl back and kissed her over his dick then ran her tongue over it, then back to kissing the girl. She looked up at Jack and nodded her head. Immediately he moved behind the two girls and grabbed the virgin. She yelped and moved to get away, but Morigana knelt in front of her and grabbed her wrists. Jack took hold of her perfect hips and slid his cock along her wet, erect, clit a few times. She whimpered and tugged at Morigana's grip, but the more she struggled, the more Morigana pulled her forward, stretching her out on the table with her ass offering itself to Jack. He slid the tip of his cock into her tight wet pussy hole and back out a couple times. Suddenly he pulled her toward him, slamming her against himself and pushing deep inside her. She gasped loudly and her eyes watered as he filled her up several times, rocking her forward toward Morigana, who knelt holding the girl with only one hand. Her other hand ran down her own stomach and through her bush, fingers playing in the folds of wet skin. Her legs where spread and she knelt there, touching herself and moaning with the same rhythm Jack thrust into the girl. Morigana let go of the girl and used both her hands as fire exploded in her belly. She threw her head back and gasped, panting as she came. Jack watched her and the girl started to squirm. He held her tight and thrust deep and fast into the tight pussy. The girl whimpered and started panting as well, she stopped struggling altogether and smiled at the feeling. He pulled her into himself hard and she gasped loudly and her body trembled. She felt weak and her stomach fluttered as the feeling flooded her. Her pussy tightened even more around Jack's dick and he looked at Morigana, flushed and trembling, and came hard deep inside the girl. He thrust a couple more times and they all slowed down, sweaty and hot. He pulled out and the girl lay on the glass table, trembling…but smiling. Morigana reached under the table again and pulled the vibrator out. She ran it over her lips and smiled that devilish grin once more. Virgin Sacrifice They ushered her into a new room, hands still tied behind her back. Her eyes were blindfolded so tightly she couldn't even see light, so she had no idea where they were now. She heard voices, then rough chuckles, and then she was thrown down onto the floor. Surprisingly, she fell among some silk cushions. She lay very still, trying to hear anything that would help her get out of this place. It was hard to concentrate, however, as the tea she had been forced to drink earlier seemed to be doing something to her. Her senses were dulled to the world around her and she was flushed, and overly warm. She tried to concentrate. By her accounting it had been two days since the mage had caught her and her adventurer friends sneaking around his dungeon. Surprisingly she had been ignored most of the time. Someone had pushed in a bowl of food twice a day. This morning, though she had been roughly taken out and given a bath. She still blushed to think of that encounter. Instead of the normal guard that took her food bowl away, a group of very pretty maidens had come to get her. The guard was still standing behind them, however. They took her hands and led her out, chattering in a language she did not understand. They took her to a room with an immensely large pool in it, all indoors. All around the sides were potted palms and plants. Heavy draperies hung from the walls, both concealing and enhancing the room. The walls were made of white marble, and beautiful statues of naked bathing women were positioned around the pool. The guard remained outside but he locked the door behind him. She probably could have dealt with the soft, useless girls they had sent, but there really seemed no point as the guard was heavily armed. Plus, she really wanted a bath. She glanced around at the four girls. One was blonde, two with red hair that looked like twins, and one was a sweet little brunette. She was surprised when they began to strip her efficiently. She was only eighteen, and as sweet and well-formed as any girl of that age. Her slim body came slowly into view. She had raven hair that fell almost to her waist when unbound, and this combined with her green eyes had given her the nickname of Kitty. Her real name she didn't know, for she had grown on the streets and knew no other mother. She had vigorously defended her virginity, determined not to be like the other girls she saw, trading their bodies for a full belly or a pretty bit of ribbon. And so she had learned to fight to defend herself. Her skin was smooth as silk, colored like coffee with a heavy dollop of cream. Her eyelids were heavy and sensual, and her eyes were large like a doe. A proud chin sloped to a long neck, and continued into slim pretty shoulders. The girls giggled and stroked her neck and shoulders. To her surprise, the blonde kissed her neck. Then one of the twins lightly licked her ear – it was almost as they were daring each other, egging each other on. Her breath caught in her throat as the brunette caught her face and kissed her sweetly on the lips. Kitty had never even been kissed by a man before. The kiss was not unpleasant, and she was surprised to feel stirring in her loins as the kiss deepened and the girl's tongue slipped into her mouth. The ties to her dress were loosened and she was quickly led into the pool. Hesitantly at first, then more boldly, the girls hands began to explore her virginal body. The girl was still kissing her mouth, but she felt another hand cup her breast. Her breasts were small and proud, and the nipples were a dark brown – somewhat darker than her skin. Her body was awash in unfamiliar emotions. The blonde nudged the one in front of her slightly away, and a shock ran through her belly as the blonde took her nipple in her mouth and began to suck gently. The twins ran water over the entwined bodies, tenderly washing Kitty's body. She was beginning to squirm from the combined onslaught. A hand – presumably one of the twins' – slipped suddenly into the wetness between her legs and Kitty gasped. The hand made no attempt to penetrate her, rather, it stroked the wet slit up and down, making Kitty gasp with each movement. She felt a tightness growing in her belly, building toward something – and the hand abruptly stopped. She could have cried in frustration. Meanwhile, two hands were cupping her butt cheeks, squeezing, spreading apart, then relaxing. Occasionally they would run warm water between her cheeks, gently washing her clean. The hand began to stroke again. Once again it built her to the same plateau and stopped. She moaned, and this time her own hand started to slip between her legs. The girls giggled, and they held her hands away. Kitty didn't know how long they kept up their exquisite torture until they decided she was clean. They wouldn't let her come, no matter what. It was obvious they were extremely skilled. When they deemed her ready, they pat-dried her – even those gentle touches made her quiver – and then dressed her in a loose-fitting robe. They then bade her drink a tea. They led her out and turned her over to the guards. As the guards bound her, she watched enviously as the girls, still giggling, slipped back inside the pool room. Even before the door shut she began to hear their moans of pleasure. A loud voice snapped her out of her reverie. "It is time. Bring her." The guards lifted her again, and carried her out of the room. She sensed that this room was immensely large, and she got the sense of many hushed bodies. The guards lay her on some sort of platform. Before she had a chance to react, her hands were shackled into place on either side of her head. She didn't struggle. It was getting more difficult to concentrate on anything but her growing lust. Someone lifted one of her legs and also shackled that into place. It was almost angled enough to hurt. Then someone lifted the other and spread her wide apart – and she began, dimly, to have some realization of what they intended. Before the panic could translate into actually giving some orders her other leg was shackled into place. She felt a cold metal object run up first one side, then the other. She felt the robe part and realized it had been a knife. The garments were stripped away, and to her horror a cheer went up from the unseen spectators at seeing her nude flesh. Finally, her blindfold was cut. The first thing she saw was a domed dark ceiling. She turned her head to the right and realized her table was on some sort of dais. Down a set of six marble steps there was a whole crowd of people, both men and women. At each end of the dais large candle stands were set, making it just visible that they were swaying back and forth. As her gaze fell upon them they began to hum. She turned her head all the way to the left – and froze. For, sitting on the other end of the dais, was the mage. He was wearing silk robes and carried a scepter in one hand. Upon meeting her eyes he smirked. She realized, fully, that she was naked and chained to what seemed to be an altar and everyone could see every inch of her. The candles hid the audience but they illuminated her all too well. And to her horror and shame she realized she was still extremely aroused. Her nipples jutted out, begging to be sucked on, and her sex was still deliciously wet. Another cry rose up from the audience, and she lifted her head enough to see a door opening toward her feet. In stepped a bevy of guards, with someone in the center. She couldn't see at first, and then they stepped aside and she saw a glint on golden hair and bronzed skin. In stepped the handsomest man she had ever seen in her life. The first thing she noticed was his eyes. They were piercing blue, yet somehow bland and a little dull. She presumed he had been drugged. The second thing she noticed was that he was completely naked. His body was tight and muscular, with a flat belly and narrow hips. As her gaze traveled down his body, she realized his erection was standing stiff and straight in front of him. She goggled at his proportions. His hair there was also golden blond, almost unreal. He began walking toward her, with a slow, steady walk. She could almost believe he was in his right senses, if it weren't for the eyes. He stepped up onto the dais, only a few feet from her. She began to call out...and realized she really didn't care to. Her lethargy had increased, and the only thing that cut into it was the sharp stabbing lust in her loins. Even as she watched, the same four girls she had seen in the bath came slinking up the steps. They entwined themselves around him, kissing, touching, stroking, licking. The blonde even went so far as to kneel and take his sex in her mouth. She watched, fascinated, as it throbbed. After only a minute, though, the mage raised his hand and the girls slipped away. The man continued toward her. The realization of what he was going to do to her slammed into her, opening her eyes wide. Instead of the shock and horror and fear she expected, though, there was a little surprise...and lust so powerful she almost orgasmed just laying there. He reached her feet. Not slowing or speeding, he dropped his hands on to her feet and let them slide up her legs. Already his hands were squeezing, touching the flesh that no one except for Kitty had touched until today. He moved up between her legs, and Kitty realized she was on some sort of altar that ended in a Y, allowing her legs to be spread wide apart. He walked up until his sex brushed against her. His hands were resting on her hips, now they slid up and cupped her breasts and squeezed, hard enough to hurt a little. His blue eyes were looking at her with that same combination of intense lust and blankness. His sex pressed against her, and with determination he spread her open enough just for the very tip of him to enter. She cried out. He lifted his head and turned to the mage. So did Kitty. He was watching them both, with a smirk on his face. His eyes met hers. "So, Kitty. Are you ready? Do you know what's going to happen to you?" He gestured behind him, at an immense statue of a god. The god was a thing of beauty, looking as though Adonis had been set in bronze. "You will raise the old god again, in your womb. For so the prophecy is written. You are innocence pure, and he is a paladin. Sworn to uphold good and duty, here he is, ready to ravish you at my command." And here he began to intone, in a deep voice. "When pure goodness takes pure innocence forcefully, When innocence and virtue arches its back in lust When virginal blood is splashed over my altar In the most defiling expressions of desire Then shall I, Adiel, be reborn to this world." As he spoke each line, the crowd grew more and more agitated. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the men and women were pawing at each other. They were groping roughly but no one had joined bodies yet. She looked back at the mage. For the third time, his piercing eyes met hers. Then he looked at the blond paladin, and nodded. The paladin gripped her by the shoulders, and without warning or prelude he slammed his hips forward. Her scream was drowned out by other girls in the room who had been forced the same way at almost the same moment. He embedded fully half of himself into her, tearing her open. He took one breath, and slammed himself the rest of the way in, seeming to rip her open. Then with equal coarseness, he pulled all the way back out in two rough strokes. She was panting and dazed, but she felt someone grip her head roughly and lift it to look between her legs. Even as she watched, the blood dripped from his cock onto the altar. As it touched the altar, it smoked. Suddenly gongs rang out, and she heard the sounds of girls being raped all over the room. She had time to notice her little blond friend from earlier being fucked vigorously, while another man had shoved his cock down her throat and she was jerking one off with each hand, before the paladin slammed his cock back into her. This time he went to the hilt. He began pounding into her with such force and vigor as could not be believed. He came for the first time in less than a minute, but it didn't even slow him down. The hot liquid splashing around her insides was merciful, as it lubricated his passage more. She felt her desire quickly returning. He pounded her on the table, thrusting in and dragging back out each time. She felt herself begin to build again, higher and higher. Her fists clenched – and she came. She screamed his name over and over again, and felt him come at the same time. She clamped around him, screaming for more, more, more. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her brunette lover from earlier with the mage's cock embedded into her throat. Her face was actually pressed into his lap, and the mage was pulling her by the hair, grinding her face deeper into him. His eyes, however, were on the rape in front of him. How long it went on Kitty didn't know at the time. How many times she orgasmed, screaming, in her lover's arms, she didn't know. Nor did she know how many times he emptied himself into her. Always with that same blank lustful look, like an automaton. Eventually it was all too much and slowly she drifted into darkness. And as she did, she heard the god Adiel awaken. Virgin Sacrifice She lay on the cold stone slab with arms and legs spread wide. Her body convulsed in shivers as the sun set. All that covered her was the sheerest of silk, the finest material that the village had to offer. Yet she willingly remained on the altar with her hands extended to the sky. She wanted so desperately to make her family proud. This provided a rare opportunity for her to prove that she was worthy of her village's respect. Rumbling sounded in the distance. Within moments rain began to fall, slowly at first then faster and faster. She began to shiver even more violently. Her gown clung to her like a second skin. Had she been with anyone from the village she would have been embarrassed by the way that her nipples poked out of the fabric and stuck between her thighs, but she was alone and could only think of how miserably cold and wet she was. At first she paid no attention to the breeze tickling her ankles. The anticipation of the coming god was drowned out by the pouring rain. But the soft caresses around her ankles grew firmer and moved up to her calves, stopping to massage the tense muscles there. That was when she realized that what she thought was a breeze was really a pair of large masculine hands. Too afraid to look down her body at the god's magnificence, she squeezed her eyes shut against the falling rain. The hands continued to caress up her calves and over her knees. They paused as when they reached the hem of her wrap at her thighs. "Are you scared?" a deep, seductive voice whispered. "Wh- what?" she exclaimed. The silk covering her thighs was lifted higher and higher until it barely covered the apex between her thighs. "Are you scared?" the voice repeated. Fingers stroked the smooth skin just below her nether lips. "Do I have to tie you down, or are you willing?" "No, my lord. I am willing," she weakly replied. The god chuckled. "You lie abysmally. But your willingness makes up for your fearful inexperience." She braced for the pain that was sure to come when he entered her. But no pain came. Instead her god raised the silk over her hips and above her breasts. Warm breath blew on her core, and hands began caressing her sides. She slowly began to relax. "I am pleased with the village's offering," the god said with a smile in his voice. "I am glad, my lord," she whispered. Hands snaked underneath her and grabbed the firm globes of her ass. He squeezed firmly for leverage and slid onto the altar above her. He rubbed his naked body against hers. For the first time in her life she felt male nipples rub against her breasts. Chest hair rubbed against very sensitive flesh. A mammoth erection nestled between moistening flesh. Slowly she opened her eyes. Darkness loomed above her. She could make out the barest glint of his eyes. "My lord," she questioned, "What more can I do for you?" The god's mouth swooped down so that it was brushing her own. "Scream for me," he whispered softly before licking her bottom lip. A moan left her mouth, and the god's tongue darted inside. His fingers stroked up and down her back as he slowly ravished her mouth. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Her core grew wetter and wetter. His cock began to slide over the entrance to her canal. The smooth yet firm flesh caressed her intimately in ways that she had never been touched before. Entranced, she began to rock her hips against him. She could sense the god smile. He slowly withdrew one hand from behind her and trailed it up her stomach to her breast. Fingers began stroking her nipple lightly at first then with increasing intensity. He lowered his mouth to the other nipple and began sucking hard. She cried out, "Oh please, god, please!" The god withdrew his hands and braced them firmly on the altar on either side of her face. "Grab my shoulders," he grunted. She did not hesitate to do as her god commanded. With her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands on his shoulders, she was completely at his mercy. But nothing mattered as much as pleasing this god. The sacrifice was ready. He impaled her without hesitation. She screamed, not knowing whether it was from pleasure or pain. She felt stretched farther than she had ever been stretched before. Yet she welcoming this violation of her inmost being. Slowly the god began to thrust up into her. The rainwater served to lubricate the god's movement on the stone. She glided up and down the top of the smooth altar as his thrusts became quicker and harder. The sound of flesh smacking against flesh could be heard over the storm. Her nails dug into the god's muscular shoulders. Little mews of desire poured out of her mouth. The god captured her mouth with his and began an intimate kiss. He tasted like ambrosia. She could feel the god growing harder and longer inside of her. He kept his hips thrusting at a steady pace. She hung on for dear life. Lightening struck. Semen flooded her vaginal canal and spurt straight into her womb. She could feel this hot release inside of her and was pushed over the edge. She began moaning and rubbed all of her body against him. "Yes... Yes... Oh my god, yes!" she cried. The sacrifice collapsed in exhaustion and entered a deep dreamless sleep. The god slid from her spent body, angling her hips upwards so that his seed could take root inside her womb. After a great while he let go of her hips and backed off of the altar. This is how the villagers would find her tomorrow: body lying naked on the altar with the silk pooled above her breasts, a puddle of blood marking her first coupling. The god found it hard to leave such a devoted servant, especially one that could arouse him merely by lying naked while asleep. But he must leave for the ritual to be complete. If his seed didn't blossom in her womb, she had been marked and he would be able to try again.