She was lifted and moved up the altar until she was straddling the man who lay there. Reaching between her legs, the priests who held her pulled the lips of her sex back and placed her over the cock, aligning her body so that when they settled her, the head of his cock was inside her. Mariel’s heart slammed into her ribs as she realized what was coming.
The drum was struck. Catching her legs, the priests who held her impaled her on the cock the other priest held straight up. She gasped as it was rammed inside of her to the root, too stunned for several moments to realize that she’d felt very little pain as it was driven into her without allowing her muscles to adjust to the enormity of the size of the cock, that they’d anointed the shaft with oils that allowed it to be forced inside of her without ripping her apart.
The drum struck again. They lifted her, poising her on her knees so that little more than the head of the cock remained inside of her. Before she could catch her breath, the drum stuck again. Pulling her knees out from under her, they slammed her downward, impaling her once more. She gasped, feeling the rounded ‘horns’ rippling along her passage and sending out sharp jolts of pleasure that made her belly clench almost painfully around the hard cock that had stretched her to her limits.
Again they lifted and then forced her down, moving to the rhythm the drum set. By the time the huge, knobby cock had been slammed into her a half dozen times, her body was on fire, begging for release.
She was almost more dismayed than relieved when they lifted her from him and moved her to the end of the altar again. Turning her to face outward, they jerked her shoulders back, thrusting her breasts out in offering.
Again the priests began to move around her. She shook as the first stopped and caught one nipple, raking it with his teeth as he pulled on it and finally released it. When he had moved on, a second stopped. Bracing herself, Mariel was caught off guard when he caught the nipple of her other breast and suckled it. When he had moved away and a third took his place, she tensed, expecting the pleasure/pain of his teeth. Instead, he suckled the nipple that still throbbed from the first priest’s teeth. The fourth caught her by surprise, biting down hard enough that it jolted her from the pleasure that had begun to make her thighs quiver with weakness. She cried out, panting for breath as he finally released her and moved away.
Expecting the next to suckle her, she was caught off guard once more as he, too, bit down on her nipple, tugging at it, raking his teeth over it. Her belly quivered.
She found very quickly that she could not brace herself. Each time one stopped, he threw her off guard once more, suckling and giving her pleasure when she expected pain, biting her painfully when she expected pleasure.
As before, her body ceased after a time to react any differently. Regardless of whether pain or pleasure was inflicted on her, her belly clenched with pleasure, her body shuddered.
When they ceased at last and lined up on either side of the altar once more, her nipples were pounding, her sex was throbbing, her back ached from being held so long with her back arched and her breasts thrust forward.
She gasped as they jerked her upright and turned her.
In a heated fog, she watched as a priest climbed upon the table and lay flat. Again the High Priest stepped forward, pouring oil over the cock that stood stiffly erect. She was moved. When they had set her on her knees above him, they reached between her legs and spread her wide, shoving the cock head inside of her.
She gasped dizzily as she felt the cock head stretching the mouth of her sex, caught her breath when she heard the drum, flinching instinctively. Grasping her knees, they impaled her on the shaft, slamming her down so hard against him she felt her clit grinding into his belly. Before she could catch her breath, the drum pounded again.
This time the rhythm the drum set was much faster. She was lifted and rammed down on the shaft over and over so hard and fast that she felt her body skating the fine edge of pain, felt it hovering near release despite the pain.
She was moved again just as she felt her body gathering itself toward culmination.
Her heart began to pound in both anticipation and dread as she was settled at the end of the altar and her arms pulled back once more. She tensed as the first stopped before her, but there was no bracing herself when she never knew whether she would be given pleasure or pain. Each assault caught her completely off guard.
With dread, she felt them turn her to face the next. Again, she was held and her body aligned. This time, the rhythm was so fast she came as soon as the cock was rammed inside her the fourth time. Her belly clenched, convulsing with spasms of pleasure that became almost more torture than pleasure as she was driven down over the rigid shaft again and again, without respite.
Her entire body was tingling with release as they moved her to the foot of the altar once more. She faced it with dread, sated, unable to bear the thought of being pleasured again so quickly.
To her dismay, as they settled her on her knees, they pulled her thighs wide so that her knees were on the very edges of the altar. As they bore down on her arms until her back arched, lifting her breasts and thrusting them forward, the priest on either side of her reached between her thighs and caught her nether lips, peeling them back to expose her clit. She jerked, tried to twist away from their grip, but she was still so weak from her release it was no contest.
She flinched as the first priest stopped, kneeling and placing his mouth over her clit. Considering that her body had only just found release, the sucking and licking was almost as much torment, she thought, as it would have been if he had bitten her. Her passage tightened, heat and moisture flooding through her.
When he had moved away, a second man took his place. He bit down on her breast so hard she cried out, gnawing at her nipple, pulling it. She looked down at herself when he released her at last, surprised to see he hadn’t broken the skin. Even as she glanced down at herself, she felt the priests peel her nether lips back, offering her pussy to the one who knelt in front of her. He bit her, sending a shaft of pain through her and ripping a cry from her throat. Scraping the sensitive bud with his teeth, he pulled on it as they had her nipples.
Blood pounded in the sensitive flesh as he withdrew and the lips of her sex were released. She jerked reflexively as another priest took his place and leaned toward her. To her relief, he covered the tip of breast so recently abused and suckled it, lathing it with his tongue. The throbbing ache subsided and heated pleasure replaced it.
The next man knelt and Mariel felt her belly jerk as the men who held her drew her nether lips back and offered her throbbing clit to him. Instead of soothing the tender flesh as she’d expected, he bit down on her, raked his teeth across it and tugged. Even as pain spread through her, however, he released it and began to suck her. The pain was transformed abruptly to pleasure. The moment she relaxed, he closed his teeth over her again, tugging, and sending another shaft of pain through her. Then, he suckled until she was dizzy with the alternating sensations cutting through her body. Her nipples and clit throbbed without cease as each took a turn, giving her pain, and then pleasure, over and over until her body began to respond with need even to the pain.
By the time they had ceased tormenting her, her body throbbed all over, begging for release. Dizzy and breathless, she was turned once more to face the impaling. This time they didn’t even rest her knees on the altar. Lifting her, they thrust the cock head inside of her and bore down on her. Pain and pleasure jolted through her as the cock was forced inside of her, withdrawn, slammed into her again. Her body convulsed with pleasure as the cock was rammed into her for the third time, and kept convulsing as they impaled her over and over.
She lost awareness of her surroundings as they lifted her away once more and positioned her at the end of the altar. Her whole body was still thrumming with release, felt boneless. When they arched her back, they had to hold her upright.
Briefly, the hope rose that she’d been assaulted so endlessly that her body had gone numb, moved beyon
d feeling anything. Instead, she discovered that it had progressed to a state where it rushed from satiation, to peak, and into culmination far more rapidly, where pleasure shot through her when she was given pleasure, and a sharper, harder pleasure shot through her when she was given pain.
She was barely even conscious as the dance of offering began to circle her. She didn’t realize the first priest had stopped before her until those who held her curled their fingers into the lips of her sex and pulled the flesh back, exposing the sensitive inner flesh in offering. He closed his teeth on the throbbing bud, raking them along the flesh as he pulled and tugged at the clit and tender petals of flesh that surrounded it. The pain jolted her back to full awareness, sending stabs of pleasure through her and making her heart pound. He rose and stepped away and another took his place, kneeling as the first had. Again the priests who held her drew her nether lips back, offering her fully. He closed his teeth on her tender flesh, tugging, suckling for a moment and then biting into her sensitive flesh again.
As he moved away, another took his place. This one settled his mouth over her breast, gnawing on her nipple ravenously.
She’d come to expect that they would alternate, though there was no rhythm that she could find, no way to tell when she would be given pleasure, or when it would be pain. One by one, the twelve stopped. Each time, she thought that they would soothe the throbbing. Instead, each time her nether lips were drawn back in offering, stabs of pain and pleasure went through her as they moved over her tender flesh with their teeth. Each who took a nipple into his mouth, gnawed it hungrily. Each assault sent sharp stabs of pleasure/pain through her, until her body was humming for release.
When they positioned her once more for the impaling, she was looking forward to it almost with a sense of desperation. She’d begun to feel as if her body was on fire and she would die if she didn’t find surcease. As soon as they had spread her flesh and wedged the cock head inside of her, she wanted to thrust herself down upon it. They held her. When the drum sounded, they bore down on her, grinding her against the belly at the root of the cock and her heart slammed against her ribs as pleasure shot through her in equal measure. A heart beat passed. The drum was struck again and she was lifted. Another heartbeat and they bore down on her, ramming the hard cock into her.
Despite the pleasure, the measure was too slow. Each time they moved her, her breath caught, her body quivered, but release remained beyond her reach. She was nearly sobbing when they moved her to the end of the altar and thrust her breasts and cunt out in offering.
They suckled her nipples and her clit, licked her. She bit her lips, trying to keep from moaning in frustration, needing more. When at last she felt the lips drawn away from her clit and the offering was taken with savage hunger, she groaned, feeling her body shoot toward climax. Before it had caught her, he moved away. She felt like weeping, was nearly mindless with need. The next three suckled her, teased her. The next caught her nipple and tugged at it, but it was not enough.
Almost as if they knew that she hung on the edge, desperate, needful, they merely tormented her.
When they positioned her above the cock once more, she was gasping so hard she felt faint. Spreading her flesh, the cock was inserted. She waited, poised, hoping, dreading. Catching her on the first drum beat, they bore down on her. Almost the moment she felt the root grinding against her, the drum sounded again and she was lifted. Again it struck, the rhythm so fast she’d hardly landed before she was pulled away. Her climax began to quake inside of her as they bore down on her again. It exploded shatteringly through her, almost painfully as they continued to pound the engorged cock into her over and over.
She was weak with relief when they moved her again, but it did not last long. She was positioned at the end of the altar once more. The torment began to seem endless. At last, however, when she had received each of his twelve minions, the Demon Bileezal allowed her to rest. She was unbound, lifted onto the shoulders of those who’d carried her to the chamber and borne away. She was settled on the softness of a mattress and she knew no more.
Chapter Five
Mariel was so disoriented when she woke, she had no idea of where she was beyond the fact that it was a cell. Rising, she attended her needs, glanced with little interest at the tray of food by the door, and fell into the bed and slept. She roused when the scrape of the tray against the stone floor penetrated her dreams.
Slowly memory returned as she drifted to full wakefulness. She sat up. To her surprise, she felt little tenderness. She frowned. Vaguely she remembered that someone had rubbed soothing oils into her skin, massaging the soreness from her. Her stomach growled and she got up. The food on the tray told her little, but she saw that it was not the same as before and wondered how long she’d slept.
Shrugging the thought off, she ate, set the tray by the door once more, and lay down on the bed again. She was awakened again when the door opened. Sitting up, still groggy, she watched as two of the priests entered. Without a word, they pulled her to her feet and escorted her from the cell to the bathing chamber.
When she’d been bathed and led from the pool, she looked toward the door expectantly, knowing that now the High Priest would bring a robe for her and she would leave the temple.
The High Priest did not appear. Instead, when she’d been dried, the priests lifted her onto their shoulders and carried her from the room. Her heart jerked painfully as they lifted her for she knew her ordeal was not over.
As she’d known they would, they carried her down the stone stairs to the offering room. When they set her on her feet, the two priests beside her caught her arms, turning her. With dread, she stared at the doorway on the opposite side of the room, hearing the beat of the drums, the scrape of feet as the favored priests of the Demon Bileezal appeared there, bearing candles. As they entered the chamber, they moved to stand on either side of the altar, extinguishing the candles and laying them on the floor at their feet.
The High Priest emerged last. Turning when he’d stepped from the door, he lifted a vessel and moved toward the altar. As he passed before each of the twelve priests, he tipped the vessel, pouring a glistening liquid over each cock. When he’d completed the circuit he held up his hands. The drumming stopped.
The two men who stood on either side of her caught her arms. Dragging her toward the altar, they lifted her and sat her on the end. Her arms were pulled behind her back and bound and they lowered her until she was lying on her arms, her back arched upward from her hands in the small of her back. Two other robed priests joined those who’d placed her on the altar. Catching her legs, they bent them at the knee, placed manacles around her ankles and attached them to either side of the altar so that she couldn’t straighten her legs, resting her feet on the edges of the altar.
As the High Priest moved around the altar and came to a stop at her feet, the two who’d bound her ankles grasped her thighs and pulled them apart, then reached between her legs, parted the flesh. The High Priest tipped the vessel he carried, pouring the clear liquid over her genitals. Mariel flinched as the cool liquid poured over her warmth of her sex, sending a shiver through her.
When the High Priest stepped back, he lifted his head. "The Demon Bileezal has favored his bride, devoting the first half of the ritual to her pleasure. Take your devoted servants, Lord Bileezal and take your pleasure of your bride."
The drums began to beat again as the High Priest turned and moved away. Around her, the priests chanted, summoning the beast. Mariel’s heart kept time to the drum beat, pounding in her ears as fear filled her at the priest’s words. The four men who surrounded her lifted her, moving her toward the end of the altar until the edge cut into her buttocks. She was settled again, but instead of allowing her feet to rest on the altar, the two priests at her feet caught her legs, spreading them.
As the vessels of Bileezal began to move around the altar, Mariel’s throat closed. They circled her three times before one stepped from the circle and stood between her legs
. The men holding her legs pulled thighs wider and parted the lips of her sex with their fingers wide in offering. Stepping forward, the man guided the head of his cock into her and leaned over her. Propping his hands on either side of the altar, he dropped his head and caught one distended nipple in his mouth, raking his teeth across it, pulling it, then moved to the twin, nipping her hard. Both pain and pleasure shot through her as he began sucking and biting her flesh almost frenziedly. Abruptly, he thrust inside of her.
Mariel cried out as he rammed into her, felt her flesh yielding reluctantly to the intrusion, spasming around the enormous cock. The force of his thrust would have pushed her up the table except for the fact that the four who surrounded her held her to receive as the man, keeping rhythm with the drum, pounded into her joltingly, grinding against her, biting and sucking her breasts. There was no measured number of strokes as there had been the day before. He rammed into her over and over until she thought he would split her in two—and in spite of the pain he inflicted, her body heated, drugged with the euphoria of pleasure, climbing toward release.
Abruptly, it ripped through her, dragging a hoarse cry from her throat and still he rammed his cock inside of her on and on, pushing her climax to the limits of her endurance. Suddenly, he jerked, shuddered, his seed pouring inside of her. Straightening, he stepped away and rejoined those who still circled her, chanting.
A second stepped from the group. Pushing his cock head into her, he thrust deeply inside of her and began to pump into her frantically, jarringly, wringing weak cries from her as her body began to climb toward release almost immediately. She came, her body wracked by excruciating spasms as he slammed his cock past the quaking walls of her sex. Mellowing heat washed through her and then her body began climbing again. The jerking of his cock as he climaxed sent her spiraling over the edge once more and into near oblivion.
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