Holy Offering
CONTAINS GROUP URINATION, DROWNING, DEATH AND LOLI.

Brother-Sergeant Tyrus joined the waiting circle, feeling uneasy about the new circumstances. Despite having performed it many times before with his fellow battle-brothers, this was the first time he would preside over the sacred ritual since his recent promotion.
The circle of Black Templar space marines began to chant, Tyrus leading them in the recitation of the holy verses. The words springing from well-practised memory, he looked down at the young psyker girl who was to be sacrificed in the Emperor's name and glory.
The chants slowed down and faded into silence, and Tyrus began the litany of ritual offering.
"Hear us, O mighty Emperor. Guide us in our crusade, and watch our battle-brethren when they fight to further the Imperium in Your name. Take this virgin sacrifice, that Your glory may shine even brighter and protect your warriors. Your will be done."

Now the ritual began proper. Tyrus unhooked the crotchpiece of his armour first, and exposed his manhood. The other Templars did the same, aiming their shafts at the young girl below. She was clothed in a thin loincloth around her waist and chest, unconscious for the moment, but would soon awake when the ritual's administering began. Shacked to the stained stone slab on which she lay, there would be no escape for her final moments.
As one, the Templars began to chant again, concentrating on something. They had been drinking fluids non-stop for the past few days, their augmented bladders and excretory system the only thing stopping internal damage.
Quickly streams of urine began to flow from their collective manhoods, soaking the girl in strong-smelling fluid.

The girl awoke with a start, and screamed at the defiling streams pouring down from above. She tried to twist and pull free of her restraints, but she was held fast. Her body became splattered with urine everywhere, from her hairless crotch to her flat chest. It soaked into the loincloth, turning its' dusty rose colour into a deep maroon.
The girl screamed again, and Tyrus took the opportunity to aim at her open mouth to complete the ceremony.

When the girl first tasted the stale fluid suddenly filling her mouth, she coughed and choked on it. Opening her mouth to spit and breathe, she was again assaulted by another deliverance from another Templar. She started to splutter and gasp for air, but swallowed lungfuls of urine instead. She thrashed around on the slab, surrounded by the imposing Templars, as she drowned on land.

Tyrus noted that the girl was becoming sluggish in her struggles, and her eyelids started to flicker as her oxygen ran out. He concentrated his stream onto her gaping and bubbling mouth, intending to end her suffering as soon as possible. She gave a single, frenzied last shake before settling down as still as the stone beneath her. While Tyrus and his brothers continued to relive themselves, an Apothecary leaned into the circle, checked the girl's vitals and nodded to the Sergeant. Tyrus finished draining his bladder, and spoke to the other Templars.
"Take heed, my brothers! With this sacrifice, our Emperor will grant His protection upon this crusade! Notify the troops. Ready the ships. We march for Hylia-II tonight!"
A roar from the assembled host around them went up, and busied preparations for the coming battles began. The Templars in the circle replaced their crotch-pieces, and walked away from the slab. Tyrus was the last to leave, and fitted his crotchplate with a click. He gave one last look at the poor drowned girl, the sodden tunic sticking to and revealing her smooth, undeveloped womanhood and tiny nipples. He then turned away, and began issuing orders for the coming crusade.

END