"Story: Human Sacrifice « on: September 24, 2012, 06:10:17 AM" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/EqVppvAV Created on: Monday 2nd of April 2018 07:26:41 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:15:07 AM UTC Story: Human Sacrifice « on: September 24, 2012, 06:10:17 AM » ReplyQuote Kate was a cheerleader and honor student at my high school, one of those girls with “out of your league” written loud and clear on every movement and every outfit. She was nice to everyone, smart as a whip, and gorgeous; she went to school somewhere Ivy League and I never really expected to see her again. I ran into her last year at a conference; she was as gorgeous as she ever was, and as nice, and she still had that big “out of your league” sign blinking above her in big neon letters, so I was sort of lukewarm when she sat down next to me. It was nice to see someone from home, but I had made a habit of turning these several-times yearly conferences into an opportunity for casual sex, so she wasn’t exactly what I was looking for. What the hell, though, I made a pass at her anyhow. To my surprise, she took the hint quickly and followed me back to my hotel room with a smile; we spent the night having the most incredible sex I’ve ever had; she was enthusiastic, skilled, and responsive, going along with everything I wanted without hesitation. I fucked her until I couldn’t move anymore. In the morning, we went to breakfast together, and after a lot of smalltalk, I broached the topic of… well, she was still waaaay out of my league, and “being someone she knew from back home” did not quite account for her enthusiastic acquiescence. Quite? She’s a 10+ and I’m… well, 7 is probably being charitable, but she let me fuck her in the ass without even a hint of reticence. She listened to me lay out my case with a growing sense of agitation, offering token protestations of my attractiveness, but not with any enthusiasm. Finally, she sat pensively, staring off into space, and then she agreed to tell me the story of what happened… but not there. We got a bottle and went back to my room, and after another round of amazing sex, she told me an even more amazing story. She went to a small but prestigious liberal arts college in New England. The degree she held was recognized by fewer people than would one from Harvard or Yale but when it was recognized it was thought of in similar terms of quality. The school had been girls-only until the 1990s, when it was opened up to young men, but remained heavily female. While she was a freshman, she became a member of a unique undergraduate organization, the Society of Pothos. The society was dedicated to the ideals of sexual gratification in general -- and especially the gratification of long-fantasied but never-acted upon fantasies. Over the years, however, Society activities had come to revolve specifically around the gratification of the desires of its members and of the Faculty; in a completely unsurprising turn, members of the Society tended to have very high grade point averages. The Society kept extensive notes on the Faculty and its own membership. Each member was expected to provide lists of fantasies fulfilled and unfulfilled, and to provide updates on the status of the fulfillment of their fantasies. Each week, the major focus of each meeting was one Faculty member and one Society member for whom the Society would attempt to fulfill a fantasy. For some Faculty, it was the same fantasy every year; for others, a new desire all the time; same for Society members. Fantasies were ranked according to difficulty, kinkiness, legality… Each meeting was color coded according to the fantasies being fulfilled, so that more vanilla-leaning members could stay away if they desired. At the meeting, the Faculty member’s fantasy would be described; if it matched the fantasy (or just the predilection) of a Member present, then that Member was welcome to take on the Fulfillment of that fantasy; otherwise, a drawing was held, each present member putting her name into a hat, and the President of the Society choosing a name. Names were collected before the specific fantasy was described, and before the Faculty member was named, so there was an exciting element of chance to the whole thing. Every present Member put her name in the hat, and then the Fantasy was described; the young woman charged with facilitating -- and, generally, being the object of -- the fantasy was given the name of the Faculty member in question. The last half of the meeting, each Society Member present gave a short description of something she’d like to try, some unfulfilled fantasy; and every week, another drawing was held, and the Society would endeavor to fulfill the fantasy of the lucky winner. It was fun, and everyone enjoyed the game, but it also took a fair amount of dedication to carry through every time; the faculty, after all, were not chosen for youth or beauty, and some of their desires… The thing is, after the first few times you’d done it, it started to seem worthwhile. More than worthwhile; Important. Some of the young women of the Society treated it almost religiously; as a ritual to be performed, themselves as living sacrifices to Pothos, the god of Longing and Desire. Kate avoided the extreme meetings, at first. She was not terribly kinky herself, she just liked sex in all its varieties, and the Society was, for her, mostly a way to shake off her parent’s midwestern morality. At meetings coded “green,” she admitted to wanting to try sex with a girl; to try anal; to be tied up; to be beaten; to be peed on… and at her fourth meeting, her name came out of the hat and she gave up her anal cherry to Professor Jones, the seventy-something year old mathematics professor. It hurt… at first… but then it felt good… Even if your name wasn’t drawn to Fulfill The Fantasy of some crusty professor or to have your fantasies fulfilled by the Society, it was common for Society members to talk about their fantasies after the meeting… possibly over drinks… and then maybe a night cap… The night she admitted that she fantasized about being peed on, Misty Milano admitted to wanting to have sex in public; after they’d talked about it a bit, leaning close to be heard at the noisy just-off-campus bar, they went back to Misty’s dorm and Misty peed on her in the shower, with the curtain open, while she ate Misty’s cunt. She spent the night in Misty’s arms, and many nights thereafter. Her sophomore year, the increasingly jaded Kate began going to some of the Yellow, Red and Black coded meetings. They were more sparsely attended than the Green meetings… and they had a whole different group who didn’t actually attend Green meetings. Yellow meetings involved things that went beyond simple sex. Kate and Misty’s experiments with toilet sex might have been classified as Yellow, coming from a professor; likewise, when Kate’s name was drawn and she let Professor Jameson of the History Department tie her up and beat her feet with a switch before she licked the old woman’s pussy. Red meetings… Red fantasies involved the possibility -- or certainty -- of harm to either the person fulfilling the fantasy or the person whose fantasy was being fulfilled. Misty tied Dr. Davis to his desk chair and choked him unconscious, a team of first-aid certified Society members hovering outside the door; a girl named Jade let the Dean of Students pierce her clitoris. There was a story of a former Professor who liked to remove clitorises. The idea made Kate both excited and chilled; but the more she thought about it, the more she thought she would do it, if it came to her. The Society was the closest thing to Church she had, and Desire, the sacredness of Fantasy, was the religion she espoused. Black meetings involved something illegal, something that might genuinely get you thrown in prison. Kate had the idea that this mostly involved underaged freshmen, but she had never gone to a Black meeting… until the night she did. It was actually a Red and Black meeting. Kate had been thinking about it all feel, and honestly had no idea what it might be about; she assumed that the illegal part would be underaged sex, but she was 19, so she felt like she was both sort of wasting her time and also a little bit protected. But Misty came with her, and she felt brave as she stood in the commandeered classroom, waiting to hear about the challenge... Kaitlin, the Society President, stood at the front of the room with the ceremonial hat. She looked pensive. Before she passed the hat around to collect names, she pursed her lips and gave a short, uncharacteristically cautious speech. “We’ve done this one every year I’ve been here,” she said, “And many of you know what this is, and are here because it’s a turn-on or because you feel the call of obligation to Pothos.” She paused, looking down at her feet. “But this is real. We’re really doing this. And it’s really…” She paused. “It’s really heavy. So if you’re not totally committed to the ideals of the Society, if you’re not willing to give your all for the fulfillment of desire…” She looked around the room, meeting each young woman’s eyes in turn. “I encourage you to leave before the hat reaches you. I encourage you to run away. Even if you think you are dedicated and ready for anything… Come back next week. Leave this one.” She paused a moment, then dropped a slip of paper with her name on it into the hat. “If you all leave, I will fulfill the obligations of the society. I strongly encourage all of you to leave.” She passed the hat to Evelyn McAllister, the broad-shouldered Rugby player who acted as her second-in-command. Evelyn, her face serious, dropped her name into the hat. Several young women did, in fact, choose to quietly sneak out the back, choosing to heed their caution; Kate considered it, but knew she wouldn’t be able to let it go if she did. She would feel… less… if she did, and she’d certainly feel ashamed in the presence of the women who stayed. Who stayed… Misty, who came with Kate, put her name in the hat. A weird, gothy freshman whom Kate had seen on and off at meetings. Alyson from California, blonde and leggy. Two look-alike brunettes Kate didn’t know. The black girl from New York whose name Kate couldn’t remember. The atmosphere got more and more serious as the hat went around. It was clear that some of the women knew what they were putting their names in for, because they had done it last year; it was clear that some did not, and were all nerves as the hat made its way back to Kaitlin. Kaitlin looked down into the hat, at the folded names, and then looked seriously around the circle of women. “The fantasy is Necrophilia,” she said. “One of our professors likes to fuck dead women.” There was a gasp from a couple of quarters and a sigh from others as the tension in the room both released and built, changing to a whole different atmosphere. Evelyn pulled a big, heavy, high-backed library chair over into the circle in front of her. She had some thin but strong-looking black cord in her hand. Kaitlin watched, then continued. “When the name is pulled, our representative will sit in the chair and Evelyn will strangle her with the cord. Then the Society will put her in the appropriate bed.” She looked around again, meeting the eyes of each of the women who had, as it turned out, pledged their lives to the Society. “Of course, if Evelyn’s name is drawn, I’ll do her…” Misty’s hand squeezed Kate’s hard. Kate looked over and met her eyes. The eyes held a question… If they left now, they could just… leave… nobody would stop them; they wouldn’t be welcome at future Society meetings, but they wouldn’t be… Kate pursed her lips, squeezed her hand back, and looked back at Kaitlin. “Tomorrow morning, the Society will collect your body and stage your death as a suicide.” It was a high pressure school; suicide among undergraduates was not unheard of, especially around Finals… Last yeah, one of the Society members had… Kate suddenly realized that Tasha, the loquacious blonde with the big breasts, had not killed herself; she had won this drawing. She felt a chill down her lower back. Kaitlin was obviously dawdling, putting off the moment of truth; Evelyn cleared her throat noisily. “Ah… ok.” Kaitlin put her hand over the top of the hat and shook it, then handed it to Evelyn; Evelyn raised it up over her head, and Kaitlin reached up and in and grabbed a single slip of paper. She unfolded it and looked around the room one last time before she looked down at the name. “Kate,” she said, holding it up for everyone to see. Kate felt the floor drop out from beneath her feet; she had come here for an exciting evening pushing her limits… and now she was going to die. God. Misty squeezed her hand tight. She looked over at her… not-quite-girlfriend… and smiled, a little sadly. “I’m sorry,” she said. Misty’s mouth was just hanging open. She leaned forward and kissed her; Misty kissed her back… then let go of her hand. “I love you,” she said. “I love you too,” said Kate. She let go of Misty’s hand and stepped into the middle of the circle, toward Evelyn’s chair. Her thighs were trembling, her knees about to buckle. She was about to die. The thought made her want to throw up, but also… her pussy was squishy. In front of the chair, she looked up at Evelyn, who was going to kill her. Oh God. She managed to turn around before her knees gave out, and she sat down in the chair. The world seemed a little bit gray and unreal as she watched Evelyn bind her wrists to the arms of the chair, and then her ankles to the legs. She was hyperventilating a little, and she was feeling light-headed… Well, she supposed, it wouldn’t matter in a minute, she wouldn’t be breathing at all.. Evelyn stepped behind the chair, and a second later, Kate felt the cord settle around her throat… she whimpered, softly. “Wait.” It was the goth-y looking Freshman. “Wait, no, don’t…” Kaitlin stepped between the girl and Kate and Evelyn. “Bree, please don’t make a scene…” Bree was shaking her head. “No, no, I don’t mean…” She took a deep breath. “Do me,” she said. “This is my fantasy, it’s my… this is what I want to do, I want to be a dead body being fucked by… “ She licked her lips. “Don’t kill Kate when it’s my fantasy.” Kaitlin looked back at Evelyn and Kate. She took a deep breath. “It’s perfectly allowed for a volunteer to take the place of the Society member who wins the draw…” She looked back at Bree. The young woman was trembling. “Are you sure? This is really it, you’re going to die in that chair in a minute if you don’t back out…” Bree was nodding. “Yes, yes I’m sure…” she said. Then she got a half-pained, half-sly expression on her face. “On one condition.” Kaitlin opened her mouth to say something, but Bree put her hand up and cut her off. “I want Kate to fulfill my fantasy. Is that OK?” Kaitlin looked over at Kate, who shrugged. “I… guess… will it take long?” “The rest of her life,” said Bree, the mischievous, sly expression taking over her face. She looked down at Kate. “I’m the world’s shyest slut,” she said. “I always fantasized about what it would be like to fuck… everybody; to be the easy girl, the one everybody got a turn with… but I was a coward, I was too afraid.” She licked her lips. “But I’m not afraid of this. So that’s the deal.” She looked around the circle, then back at Kate. “I’ll take your place, and I’ll die so that Professor…” She looked up at Kaitlin, who looked pained, and said, “Dean Michelson.” Bree looked a little shocked, but continued, “I’ll die so that Dean Michelson can fuck my dead body, and you can go along and have the rest of your life.” Kate was feeling elated, an incredible reprieve. She was having a hard time hearing what Bree was saying over the buzzing in her ears. “But,” said Bree, “You have to take my place too. From now on, you’re that girl, the slutty girl. Everybody gets to have you, and you never say no, to anything or anybody.” She squatted down. “Do we have a deal?” Kate was looking at her, open mouthed, thinking about the kind of life she was going to have now. She looked up at Misty, who nodded, just slightly… Kate nodded as well. “Yes,” she said, “yes, I’ll do it, I’ll be the biggest slut there is.” She heard it echo in her ears, like it was far away. Kaitlin nodded at Evelyn, who began untying Kate; as soon as the last tie was loose, Kate practically leapt out of the chair. She stepped forward and took Bree’s hands. “Thank you,” she said. meeting the girl’s eyes. Bree smiled back. “Earn it, slut,” she said. Then she stepped past Kate and sat down in the chair. Evelyn tied the girl’s wrists to the arms of the chair, and she tied her ankles to the legs of the chair, and then she stepped around behind the doomed girl and wound the last piece of cord around her hands, first one hand, then the other, and finally she crossed her hands and let the middle fall over Bree’s throat, uncrossing her hands to pull the cord tight… “Hang on,” said Bree, “One second…” Evelyn was visibly frustrated with the delay, and had a hard time restraining herself from just finishing things. Bree was trembling, and her hands were white-knuckle on the arms of the chair; she looked up at Kate. “Kate, will you eat my pussy while Evelyn kills me?” Kate blinked a couple of times; she really didn’t want to… but she felt obligated to the girl, she’d do whatever she wanted… She was on her knees in front of Bree, pulling up the girl’s black kilt, when she realized that because Bree was sitting in that chair, she, Kate, would be on her knees for anybody that asked her, ever, for the rest of her life. Something warm went through her like a warm liquid being poured into her and filling her up; she leaned forward and put her mouth on Bree’s pussy. She focused on the clit, just driving straight for an orgasm. Bree’s pussy was incredibly wet, and she was more than halfway there; it was only a few minutes before the young woman was thrashing in her chair, and then she went totally rigid, muscles tight and straining against her bods and her orgasm. Evelyn chose that moment to pull the cord tight around Bree’s throat. Kate couldn’t see Bree’s face or Evelyn, but she could feel the moment it happened. The cord was thin. Kate didn’t know it, and Bree didn’t know it, but a thin cord biting into a willing throat bites deep, and in addition to the windpipe, it cuts off the carotid artery. Evelyn had done this twice before, and her powerful shoulders pulled Bree’s throat closed in a second, and barely a second later, Bree lost consciousness. Evelyn kept strangling her for another five minutes, because even though she was unconscious, she was alive. Only Kate knew the exact moment when Bree died, because as Bree’s body unwound it peed in Kate’s mouth. Kate drank every drop. She rocked back on her heels, panting and out of breath, piss and pussy juice covering her face; she looked up at Bree, who was limp in the chair, her eyes half open, head to one side. Evelyn was still applying pressure to the cord, but it was pretty clear that Bree was gone. Kaitlin was watching her wristwatch; it went “beep beep beep” and she pushed a button on the side and then nodded at Evelyn, who let go of the cord, unwinding it from her hands and stepping back, massaging life back into her hands. Angry red lines were visible across them. Kaitlin looked up and said, “Misty, Alyson, can you two get the rug from the hallway? And Jocelyn, can you untie Bree? Evelynn…” “Just give me a minute,” said the big Rugby player, still holding her hands. Kaitlin nodded. Evelynn looked at Kate, a faint smile on her severe features. “Kate, that made me incredibly horny, will you lick me off, please?” Kate blinked at the bluntness of the request, and then considered if she’d have done it if she hadn’t just been made a complete slut. She wondered how long it would be before she just did whatever she was asked without second guessing her new motivations. She moved forward on her knees as Evelyn slid out of her jeans and parked her ass on the teacher’s desk at the front of the classroom. Kate listened to the others pulling Bree’s body to the floor and rolling it into the carpet as she slurped at Evelyn’s pussy, bringing the big woman to a quick and seemingly satisfying orgasm. Evelyn tousled her hair as she pulled her jeans back on; Kate realized that that was what she was now, the fuck-mascot. God, she thought, what a life. She looked over to where Misty was tying one end of the carpet shut, and smiled at her girlfriend, who smiled back, a little uncertainly. They put the rolled-up carpet on four of their shoulders and walked it over to the Dean’s residence, where they stripped Bree’s body naked, cleaned it, applied some nice perfume, and lubed all its orifices, then posed her sexily in the bed, left a note with the Society’s symbol, and snuck out into the night. “Wow,” I said. “I… Just wow.” I was sitting on the bed, her head in my lap. We’d both been drinking while she told the story, and the bottle was about half gone; I was definitely feeling drunk on booze as well as the story I’d just heard. “So… you fuck everybody?” “Well.” She fiddled with her glass a bit. “I fuck anybody who asks.” She held up the glass. “So I try not to spend time with people I wouldn’t fuck. It sort of works out.” I have to say, that perspective made me feel better about the situation. “Still, you must have a lot of sex. And in college” She nodded. “Yeah, after it got out, I had a lot of sex with a lot of people. Evelyn told the Rugby team, and I ended up eating a lot of big, tough girl’s pussies. And some of the guys found out, so I ended up getting a lot of drunk Friday night calls, some of which I answered; I got good at avoiding people I didn’t want to have sex with…” She shook her empty glass again, and I finally realized why she was holding it up. “And, of course, I got pretty good at being ok with just having sex with anybody.” I poured whisky in her glass. “So did you stay in the Society? What happened to all those girls? Do you still know any of them?” I wanted the story to keep going, although it was obvious that it had reached the end. “I keep in touch with some of them… Evelyn actually lives in the same city as me, she’s a lawyer now; she hasn’t killed anybody else, that I know of.” She sipped her whisky. “I stayed in the Society, yes… I mean, I was committed to living my life as a complete slut, where else was I going to find a support group for that kind of lifestyle? It’s hard even now, I used to hang out with Poly groups and whatnot but mostly that just turned into another group of unattractive people who kept wanting to have sex with me…” “What about Misty?” “Misty… stayed with me, we were girlfriends through most of college, and she was very understanding about the fact that I fucked everything that moved; I mean, she was there, and there had never really been any kind of expectation of monogamy in the first place…” She stared into space for a while. “Misty… we went back to the Red and Black night for Dean Michelson every year, but I wasn’t allowed to put my name in again, I guess the idea was that if I won everybody would feel bad abut Bree’s sacrifice… but Misty put her name in every time.” She drank again, draining her glass and holding it up again for a re-fill. I poured again. “The next year, we killed Jocelyn. She was incredibly sexy, and she died sexy… Tall though, and hard to get in the carpet, and we had to shave her pussy before we put her in the Dean’s bed because she didn’t do it beforehand. And Junior year we killed this Freshman girl, I think her name was Delia… something like that.” She drank some more. “I ate their pussies as Allyson killed them. There were more people at that every year… girls getting a little more adventurous, I guess. It was my job… I just did it every year.” “Anyway, Senior year we killed Misty and put her in Dean Michelson’s bed.” She drank the rest of the glass in a swig. “Oh,” I said. I opened my mouth, but I didn’t pour her any more, I was afraid she was going to pass out. “Do…” I paused. How to phrase this. “Do you ever wish you’d gone ahead and done it? Not let Bree take your place?” She sat for a long time without answering, and I wondered, for a bit, if she had actually passed out. When she finally spoke, it wasn’t really an answer. “You’ve got a beautiful naked woman in your bed who will literally do whatever you want… who can’t say no... and you want to ask questions and talk?” She turned, moving her body against mine. “Well,” I said, “Let me tell you a little bit about my fantasy life.”