Ritual Sacrifice Redux (F/M, grim, fatal)
Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2024 11:41 pm
This is the continuation of my previous story "Ritual Sacrifice" of a primitive tribe on an island somewhere in the south Pacific, sometime in the past. They have a practice of human sacrifice by way of drowning young men and women in a pit of grey volcanic mud. We pick up in the same moment we left off as poor Karena bravely met her fate. This tale is that of the girl that would be the final offering. I hope you enjoy!
Eena watched as the last breaths of the girl who had been next to her on that stone bench bubbled up to the suface of the gray mud pit that lay between her and a crowd of spirited natives. The throng cheered gleefully as drummers beat a tattoo. The mud showed signs of struggling from its latest victim, suffocating just under the surface after slowly sinking as they all gawked at her naked body. Just a few moments ago the old witch was about to pick her to go next when the girl next to her had stood up and offered herself, otherwise those bubbles would be hers and it would be over already.
The sun was hot but Eena couldn't help shivering as the old witch raised her hands and turned to face the bench. Next to her sat a boy from another village, crying and murmuring to himself. If Eena was brave enough to stand she would be next, but Eena was not a brave girl. Neither her or the boy could move as the witch fixed her gaze on them, considering which to offer next. Sheer terror gripped her little heart as the hag inched closer, ready to make her choice. She knew there was no escape, but she didn't want to drown any sooner than she had to.
The old witch reached out her wrinkled hand and put it on the boy's shoulder, bidding him to stand up. He squealed and tryed to pull away, even wrapping his arms around Eena as he was grabbed by two men. The boys hands found her loincloth and nearly pulled it off her hips as he struggled. She screamed and pulled away as the men dragged the young lad over to the brazier, holding his arms. Here the witch produced a gleaming dagger and held it before the crowd, who quieted down in anticipation of the next moment.
The bony face of the old woman whispered a blessing in the boy's ear, then with a deftly quick movement sliced the cloth around his hips and unclothed him with a flourish. He squirmed and struggled to free his hands as if he wanted to cover his nakedness before the crowd. His bare backside was visible to Eena and from behind, he scarcely looked any differnent to her from a girl. The men were able to force the boy out onto the board, but he froze there, unwilling to walk to the end.
The crowd lobbed insults and jeers at him, standing there naked and shivering with fear. One of the men grabbed a spear and with a few well placed pokes, the young man was at the far end of the board. He turned and pleaded with them, one hand over his crotch and another trying to fend off the spear. Without a warning, the board suddenly dropped and sent him into the mud, screaming in surprise. He immediately sank up to his hips and tryed to hold onto the board as it was pulled away, stranding him in the middle of the bog. Eena caught a glimse of a dark patch of pubic hair just before it sank below the surface, never to be seen again.
The mud began a slow march upward, claiming the boys belly inch by inch as his cries became desperate and high pitched. He bobbed up and down, his legs were thrashing and he wildly reached around in search of anything to stop his descent. Sweat started to show on his bare skin as his struggling wore him out. His bellybutton was next, and he continued to squirm as it slowly crept up his chest. A confused expression on his face began so show the effects of the mud were taking their course. His arms reached out again and left streaks in the mud as he clawed, trying to pull his body out. This quickly tired him and all he could do was pant as the suface claimed their next prizes, the erect nipples of his chest.
Three others had drowned like this in the last hour, but each time Eena couldn't bring herself to watch as she had sobbed in fear. After the boy had fallen into the pit, she felt a warm sensation between her legs and realized she'd wet herself. It was hopeless, she had until the bubbles stopped and then it would be her turn to go thru all that for herself. Naked for all to see, then that slow horrible descent into the muck to be smothered in its depths. It was awful, but something made her have to watch this time. She wanted to know what was coming for her, so she wiped her eyes and gazed into the pit.
The boy met her eyes and wailed, "help, someone, its touching me! I feel weird!" Her heart jumped up in her throat, the boy was up to his shoulders, panting, red faced with tears in his eyes. He didnt thrash, but rested his arms on the surface as if he was trying not to move, lest he sink deeper. It crept slowly up to the bottom of his neck and up, up untl the tip of his chin touched suface, leaving a dark spot of mud. He began to moan softly, and his eyes fluttered as his body began to shiver again. The moans became louder and more frequent, the boy began to writhe rhythmically as some sort of spasm overcame him.
Eena watched as this movement allowed the boy to sink further, his ears disappeared and the mud framed his face. What was causing this? The others had screamed this way as well before the end. Was something down there grabbing them, EATING them? Eena shuddered at the thought of not just drowning, but suddenly finding herself sliding naked thru the hot guts of some creature. As this image disturbed the girl, the boy's last moment of breathing had come. The moaning gave way to gasps as the boy closed his eyes and sank further, the mud sparing only his nose and mouth for a few last breaths of precious air before his journey would reach its final destination.
"Oh, oh no! Help, its got me-blublublubblup blup blup"
The boy went under screaming without getting the chance to draw a last breath. His hands thrashing and grasping at air as they followed him under. The surface was disturbed for a few seconds as he smothered, struggling still.
"Blop, blop blop blop psssssh"
It was over for the boy, and Eena's time was up. The crowd rejoiced again and the drummers struck up a lively cadence. Eena felt an icy chill run up her spine, there was no were to run. She couldn't move at all as the old witch turned to her. There was no choice to be made, she was the last. Eena was helpless as the men took her by the shoulders stood her up. She felt like her legs would give out as she shakily walked toward the burning brazier and the waiting witch with her dagger. The men did not hold her like the boy, she stood with her arms to her sides, too scared to move. The wizened face of the hag leaned over to her left ear and wispered that VIvi would bless her with a great reward before she would drown for him. Eena wondered what sort of reward it was to be slowly suffocated by mud.
Eena grimaced when the cool metal of the dagger kissed her thigh as it sliced away the loincloth that had protected her modesty for the last hour. The crowd cheered again at the sight of her bare, thin frame at last. The puff of fuzz between her thighs was the same golden tone as the locks on her head. She looked down at herself, at what she would never see again like this. Slowly the mud would swallow her up, and the idea of being eaten ran thru her mind wildly. She could imagine something tasting her, holding her in its mouth and savoring her body. Her heart raced as fast as her mind as she slowly walked towards the men holding the board.
Something broke in her at the sight of the four circles of disturbed mud where each victim before her had drowned as her toes stepped onto the board. She couldn't take another step! Warm hands on her shoulders gave a gentle push out towards the middle of the board as her bare feet slid along the slick wood. She froze again, looking out at the crowd beyond the end of the board where death awaited. She felt dizzy and wondered if she would fall off into the pit before she would make it to the end. Eena looked down again and just then the surface bubbled, making her think something was down there waiting to gobble her down.
As Eena stood and shivered, arms wrapped around her chest, the world dropped out from under her! She screamed as her bare bottom hit the board, sliding down until her feet disappeared into the mud just above the ankle. Eena grabbed the board with her hands and tried to free her legs. The men pulled and she felt the board sliding up and away, but there was nothing she could do but slide off the end and onto the surface of the bog on her bottom. Her hands and feet sank down as she tryed to stand herself up. Already, waves of revulsion and panic washed over her at the sight of her vulnurable body being claimed by this mire. She could feel the eyes of the crowd devouring the sight of her there before something else would have its turn with her. She no longer screamed, but struggled to free her arms and to keep her waist able the surface before the mud could pull it under.
Eena began to pant from the effort of struggling and the mud crept even higher, now over her knees. She freed her arms and stood up, dark sleeves of muck covering them nearly to the elbow. The girl instinctively wrapped her arms around herself again, and then recoiled at the sensation of the mud coming off and spreading to new areas of bare skin. She grimaced and looked down at herself, now a patchwork of pale skin and mud. Her legs quivered as each second brought her vulva closer and closer to the waiting surface of the bog. Goosebumps broke over her body and every hair stood on end. Her tummy felt tight and she could feel her face start to flush.
Eena's thighs gradually disappeared into the mud, leaving her only the last inch before it would begin touching her most sensitive spots. Hundreds watched the poor wretched girl, even her own father and mother looked on from a place of honor at the edge of the pit. She locked eyes and pleaded with her mother to pull her out. Of course, this was utterly futile as they would never stop their idol from having her sacrifice. No hands would grab her outstretched arms to save her. The drummers beat a lively cadence to accompany her screams. Now that golden puff of hair was just above the surface and Eena couldn't help a gasp.
Just like that, it was over. Her virgin sex had never never been touched by any man, and now it never would. A shock went up her spine as each little hair in her crotch disappeared into the mud and she pushed down with her arms to stop it. She squealed in terror and sank a little more, up to her hips. Every little movement caused the mud to rub against her vulva and it was making Eena feel very strange indeed. She had explored her body before, and that was exactly what this felt like execpt so much stronger. It was too intense for the young girl, and she panted heavily as the sensation began to overwhelm her. Even if she tried to stay still, her body was shaking and the constant stimulation made it worse.
The mud began to fill her bellybutton and for Eena, that was enough to send her over the edge. Her eyes closed, back arched and her hips began to gyrate back and forth involuntarily. Muddy hands found pink, erect nipples and began to rub. The girls screams became rhythmic and hi-pitched. Inside Eena, all of the fear and pleasure was mixing with adrenaline and she could no longer think clearly. Every nerve in her body felt like it was on fire and The writhing girl sank a little more with each rock of her body, one by one it took her ribs next. Eena cried out as the spasm broke over her and she moaned in orgiastic ecstasy as the mud inched ever higher toward her small chest, now streaked with grime from her hands.
The girl could no longer control herself, the sensation of the warm mud all over her naked body was too much for her. Her breasts were next to go and she started to scream and cry out again as it took over caressing her taut nipples. It pressed into her chest from all angles, making each breath a little bit tougher. As she orgasmed, she'd let her hands follow her body under and now they were trapped as well. Eena was now up to her shoulders and the surface was slowly claming more and more pale flesh as it went. She could only gasp and pant as the mud closed in around her neck.
Again, Eena's mind drifted and she started to imagine the tentacles of something horrible reaching up to wrap around her legs and pull her under. The thought of it pulling her into its maw, eating her, digesting her caused the girl to shudder at the thought as another orgasm caused her to cry out again. Eena could feel her hair spread out around her head as the mud claimed her ears next, introducing her to the quietness of her new home. She faintly remembered that she needed to take a breath before the mud pulled her under, but she realized that she was hyperventilating and couldn't catch a breath at all! She looked around her, at the faces of the people around the pit eagerly watching her. The surface was just under her chin, waiting for the final push over her upturned, tear-streaked face.
She tried to catch a breath and hold it as she felt herself start to slip under, but all she could manage was a faint whimper and a little gasp. She closed her eyes and watched the light beyond her eyelids fade as the mud around her face. She could feel her hair around her head floating up as she sank ever lower below the surface. She managed to hold her last beath for a few more seconds, trying in vain to keep the bubbles in by holding her mouth with her hands. She could hear the bubbles bursting on the surface as the air emptied from her lungs. As the darkness started to close in, Eena's last thought was that she wasn't afraid anymore, and thought stayed with her as she faded away. The girls body gave its most violent spasm yet, hands grasping, legs thrashing, and her back arched. Afterwards, with an expression of shock frozen on her face, she became still like the others that she now shared this grave with.
As the sun went down, and the villagers had all gone home to celebrate, the jungle twilight fell over the grinning idol of Vivi watched over the pit of grey mud and its five young victims who all floated naked in its depths now, cold and dead as the idol itself.
Eena watched as the last breaths of the girl who had been next to her on that stone bench bubbled up to the suface of the gray mud pit that lay between her and a crowd of spirited natives. The throng cheered gleefully as drummers beat a tattoo. The mud showed signs of struggling from its latest victim, suffocating just under the surface after slowly sinking as they all gawked at her naked body. Just a few moments ago the old witch was about to pick her to go next when the girl next to her had stood up and offered herself, otherwise those bubbles would be hers and it would be over already.
The sun was hot but Eena couldn't help shivering as the old witch raised her hands and turned to face the bench. Next to her sat a boy from another village, crying and murmuring to himself. If Eena was brave enough to stand she would be next, but Eena was not a brave girl. Neither her or the boy could move as the witch fixed her gaze on them, considering which to offer next. Sheer terror gripped her little heart as the hag inched closer, ready to make her choice. She knew there was no escape, but she didn't want to drown any sooner than she had to.
The old witch reached out her wrinkled hand and put it on the boy's shoulder, bidding him to stand up. He squealed and tryed to pull away, even wrapping his arms around Eena as he was grabbed by two men. The boys hands found her loincloth and nearly pulled it off her hips as he struggled. She screamed and pulled away as the men dragged the young lad over to the brazier, holding his arms. Here the witch produced a gleaming dagger and held it before the crowd, who quieted down in anticipation of the next moment.
The bony face of the old woman whispered a blessing in the boy's ear, then with a deftly quick movement sliced the cloth around his hips and unclothed him with a flourish. He squirmed and struggled to free his hands as if he wanted to cover his nakedness before the crowd. His bare backside was visible to Eena and from behind, he scarcely looked any differnent to her from a girl. The men were able to force the boy out onto the board, but he froze there, unwilling to walk to the end.
The crowd lobbed insults and jeers at him, standing there naked and shivering with fear. One of the men grabbed a spear and with a few well placed pokes, the young man was at the far end of the board. He turned and pleaded with them, one hand over his crotch and another trying to fend off the spear. Without a warning, the board suddenly dropped and sent him into the mud, screaming in surprise. He immediately sank up to his hips and tryed to hold onto the board as it was pulled away, stranding him in the middle of the bog. Eena caught a glimse of a dark patch of pubic hair just before it sank below the surface, never to be seen again.
The mud began a slow march upward, claiming the boys belly inch by inch as his cries became desperate and high pitched. He bobbed up and down, his legs were thrashing and he wildly reached around in search of anything to stop his descent. Sweat started to show on his bare skin as his struggling wore him out. His bellybutton was next, and he continued to squirm as it slowly crept up his chest. A confused expression on his face began so show the effects of the mud were taking their course. His arms reached out again and left streaks in the mud as he clawed, trying to pull his body out. This quickly tired him and all he could do was pant as the suface claimed their next prizes, the erect nipples of his chest.
Three others had drowned like this in the last hour, but each time Eena couldn't bring herself to watch as she had sobbed in fear. After the boy had fallen into the pit, she felt a warm sensation between her legs and realized she'd wet herself. It was hopeless, she had until the bubbles stopped and then it would be her turn to go thru all that for herself. Naked for all to see, then that slow horrible descent into the muck to be smothered in its depths. It was awful, but something made her have to watch this time. She wanted to know what was coming for her, so she wiped her eyes and gazed into the pit.
The boy met her eyes and wailed, "help, someone, its touching me! I feel weird!" Her heart jumped up in her throat, the boy was up to his shoulders, panting, red faced with tears in his eyes. He didnt thrash, but rested his arms on the surface as if he was trying not to move, lest he sink deeper. It crept slowly up to the bottom of his neck and up, up untl the tip of his chin touched suface, leaving a dark spot of mud. He began to moan softly, and his eyes fluttered as his body began to shiver again. The moans became louder and more frequent, the boy began to writhe rhythmically as some sort of spasm overcame him.
Eena watched as this movement allowed the boy to sink further, his ears disappeared and the mud framed his face. What was causing this? The others had screamed this way as well before the end. Was something down there grabbing them, EATING them? Eena shuddered at the thought of not just drowning, but suddenly finding herself sliding naked thru the hot guts of some creature. As this image disturbed the girl, the boy's last moment of breathing had come. The moaning gave way to gasps as the boy closed his eyes and sank further, the mud sparing only his nose and mouth for a few last breaths of precious air before his journey would reach its final destination.
"Oh, oh no! Help, its got me-blublublubblup blup blup"
The boy went under screaming without getting the chance to draw a last breath. His hands thrashing and grasping at air as they followed him under. The surface was disturbed for a few seconds as he smothered, struggling still.
"Blop, blop blop blop psssssh"
It was over for the boy, and Eena's time was up. The crowd rejoiced again and the drummers struck up a lively cadence. Eena felt an icy chill run up her spine, there was no were to run. She couldn't move at all as the old witch turned to her. There was no choice to be made, she was the last. Eena was helpless as the men took her by the shoulders stood her up. She felt like her legs would give out as she shakily walked toward the burning brazier and the waiting witch with her dagger. The men did not hold her like the boy, she stood with her arms to her sides, too scared to move. The wizened face of the hag leaned over to her left ear and wispered that VIvi would bless her with a great reward before she would drown for him. Eena wondered what sort of reward it was to be slowly suffocated by mud.
Eena grimaced when the cool metal of the dagger kissed her thigh as it sliced away the loincloth that had protected her modesty for the last hour. The crowd cheered again at the sight of her bare, thin frame at last. The puff of fuzz between her thighs was the same golden tone as the locks on her head. She looked down at herself, at what she would never see again like this. Slowly the mud would swallow her up, and the idea of being eaten ran thru her mind wildly. She could imagine something tasting her, holding her in its mouth and savoring her body. Her heart raced as fast as her mind as she slowly walked towards the men holding the board.
Something broke in her at the sight of the four circles of disturbed mud where each victim before her had drowned as her toes stepped onto the board. She couldn't take another step! Warm hands on her shoulders gave a gentle push out towards the middle of the board as her bare feet slid along the slick wood. She froze again, looking out at the crowd beyond the end of the board where death awaited. She felt dizzy and wondered if she would fall off into the pit before she would make it to the end. Eena looked down again and just then the surface bubbled, making her think something was down there waiting to gobble her down.
As Eena stood and shivered, arms wrapped around her chest, the world dropped out from under her! She screamed as her bare bottom hit the board, sliding down until her feet disappeared into the mud just above the ankle. Eena grabbed the board with her hands and tried to free her legs. The men pulled and she felt the board sliding up and away, but there was nothing she could do but slide off the end and onto the surface of the bog on her bottom. Her hands and feet sank down as she tryed to stand herself up. Already, waves of revulsion and panic washed over her at the sight of her vulnurable body being claimed by this mire. She could feel the eyes of the crowd devouring the sight of her there before something else would have its turn with her. She no longer screamed, but struggled to free her arms and to keep her waist able the surface before the mud could pull it under.
Eena began to pant from the effort of struggling and the mud crept even higher, now over her knees. She freed her arms and stood up, dark sleeves of muck covering them nearly to the elbow. The girl instinctively wrapped her arms around herself again, and then recoiled at the sensation of the mud coming off and spreading to new areas of bare skin. She grimaced and looked down at herself, now a patchwork of pale skin and mud. Her legs quivered as each second brought her vulva closer and closer to the waiting surface of the bog. Goosebumps broke over her body and every hair stood on end. Her tummy felt tight and she could feel her face start to flush.
Eena's thighs gradually disappeared into the mud, leaving her only the last inch before it would begin touching her most sensitive spots. Hundreds watched the poor wretched girl, even her own father and mother looked on from a place of honor at the edge of the pit. She locked eyes and pleaded with her mother to pull her out. Of course, this was utterly futile as they would never stop their idol from having her sacrifice. No hands would grab her outstretched arms to save her. The drummers beat a lively cadence to accompany her screams. Now that golden puff of hair was just above the surface and Eena couldn't help a gasp.
Just like that, it was over. Her virgin sex had never never been touched by any man, and now it never would. A shock went up her spine as each little hair in her crotch disappeared into the mud and she pushed down with her arms to stop it. She squealed in terror and sank a little more, up to her hips. Every little movement caused the mud to rub against her vulva and it was making Eena feel very strange indeed. She had explored her body before, and that was exactly what this felt like execpt so much stronger. It was too intense for the young girl, and she panted heavily as the sensation began to overwhelm her. Even if she tried to stay still, her body was shaking and the constant stimulation made it worse.
The mud began to fill her bellybutton and for Eena, that was enough to send her over the edge. Her eyes closed, back arched and her hips began to gyrate back and forth involuntarily. Muddy hands found pink, erect nipples and began to rub. The girls screams became rhythmic and hi-pitched. Inside Eena, all of the fear and pleasure was mixing with adrenaline and she could no longer think clearly. Every nerve in her body felt like it was on fire and The writhing girl sank a little more with each rock of her body, one by one it took her ribs next. Eena cried out as the spasm broke over her and she moaned in orgiastic ecstasy as the mud inched ever higher toward her small chest, now streaked with grime from her hands.
The girl could no longer control herself, the sensation of the warm mud all over her naked body was too much for her. Her breasts were next to go and she started to scream and cry out again as it took over caressing her taut nipples. It pressed into her chest from all angles, making each breath a little bit tougher. As she orgasmed, she'd let her hands follow her body under and now they were trapped as well. Eena was now up to her shoulders and the surface was slowly claming more and more pale flesh as it went. She could only gasp and pant as the mud closed in around her neck.
Again, Eena's mind drifted and she started to imagine the tentacles of something horrible reaching up to wrap around her legs and pull her under. The thought of it pulling her into its maw, eating her, digesting her caused the girl to shudder at the thought as another orgasm caused her to cry out again. Eena could feel her hair spread out around her head as the mud claimed her ears next, introducing her to the quietness of her new home. She faintly remembered that she needed to take a breath before the mud pulled her under, but she realized that she was hyperventilating and couldn't catch a breath at all! She looked around her, at the faces of the people around the pit eagerly watching her. The surface was just under her chin, waiting for the final push over her upturned, tear-streaked face.
She tried to catch a breath and hold it as she felt herself start to slip under, but all she could manage was a faint whimper and a little gasp. She closed her eyes and watched the light beyond her eyelids fade as the mud around her face. She could feel her hair around her head floating up as she sank ever lower below the surface. She managed to hold her last beath for a few more seconds, trying in vain to keep the bubbles in by holding her mouth with her hands. She could hear the bubbles bursting on the surface as the air emptied from her lungs. As the darkness started to close in, Eena's last thought was that she wasn't afraid anymore, and thought stayed with her as she faded away. The girls body gave its most violent spasm yet, hands grasping, legs thrashing, and her back arched. Afterwards, with an expression of shock frozen on her face, she became still like the others that she now shared this grave with.
As the sun went down, and the villagers had all gone home to celebrate, the jungle twilight fell over the grinning idol of Vivi watched over the pit of grey mud and its five young victims who all floated naked in its depths now, cold and dead as the idol itself.