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A Virgin Sacrifice
by Abbey Normal (abbey1normal@hotmail.com)

***

Deep under the ground, a girl is brought before a 
monster. But it might not be what it looks like. 
(F/beast, reluc, 1st, bd, sci-fi)

***

Author's Note: This is my first ever work of erotic 
fiction. It contains graphic sexual situations and 
bondage, but not the standard latex kind. 

***

Po was led blindfolded down innumerable stairs deep 
into the earth. Two men stood at either side of her, 
gripping her arms to make sure she didn't stumble. She 
had no idea how many other people were with her; the 
pattering of sandals on the stairs behind her could 
have meant a dozen or a hundred. Her feet were bare and 
told her she was walking on some kind of smooth stone, 
but she had long lost any sense of direction and had no 
idea how much time had passed since she'd gone under 
that dark archway that led down and down into the 
blackness of the earth. 

Eventually the steps ended and they walked on across a 
long flat expanse. The short, hollow echoes told Po she 
was in a tight space, probably a tunnel, and she 
guessed she was at last close to the end of wherever 
they were going.

Po's blindfold was removed. She expected bright light 
after the long darkness, but the light here was so dim 
even her accustomed eyes could pick out few details. 
She did know that she was in a large stone chamber, and 
the floor under her feet seemed to be a milky green. At 
her back, a thick stone pillar rose up into the 
darkness, and close to it, another. 

A few seconds after her sight was restored, a light 
appeared in the tunnel which Po supposed she had been 
led through to get here. The rest of the procession 
came into the chamber, and by the light of their glass 
lamps Po saw the chamber was massive and circular, at 
least five acres across, with many, many pillars set 
close together around the edge. In the center of the 
chamber, looking gigantic despite its distance, was a 
wide round hole in the floor, bordered by an up-sloping 
ridge like the wall around a well. Po easily guessed no 
line could sound the depth of that hole. 

When the entire party had entered the chamber they 
gathered around her, and the two men at her side came 
around in front of her. They were each dressed in a 
simple white cloth sarong draped over one shoulder and 
tied around the waist, similar to what she was wearing. 
Their heads were shaved and their foreheads had been 
ritually scarred with a sharp, angry-looking symbol- a 
crescent moon with its points upward, a horizontal 
slash beneath it and two lines curving outward at the 
bottom, resembling the forked tongue of a snake. 

The man on her left took a knife out of his belt and 
stepped up close. He inserted his fingers under the 
shoulder strap of her garment, and made to sever it 
with the knife. Po panicked and tried to back away, but 
two people in back of her came forward and held her 
arms tightly. She turned her head away and her face 
burned while the man in front of her cut the strap and 
the top half of her dress fell away, revealing her bare 
breasts to the audience. 

Po's face burned hotter as an appreciative murmur went 
through crowd. Her breasts weren't over large, but they 
were round and full, and had always been what she 
considered her best feature. However, had she had the 
choice she wouldn't have elected to expose them to a 
group of strangers.

The man untied the sash around her waist and the rest 
of the dress came open and slithered into a pool around 
her feet. She hadn't been allowed to wear anything 
underneath it. The two men at her sides took her wrists 
and began to lead her backward. Po's feet were rooted 
to the ground, but the men tugged roughly and she was 
forced to stumble back between two of the thick pillars 
at the periphery of the chamber. She noted, being close 
enough and having enough light, that each pillar had a 
set of rings attached, one a few feet above her head, 
and another at the base. They would be the perfect 
height to hold a person spread-eagled if they were 
attached by ropes.

Po began to weep silently while the men tied soft ropes 
securely around each of her wrists and then used a pole 
to loop the ropes through the high rings on the 
pillars. They pulled hard, and Po's arms were suddenly 
stretched up and to the sides, with no chance of 
slipping. The men tied off the ropes, and then, taking 
another pair, bent to tie them around her ankles. Po's 
quiet protests were ignored as the ropes were put 
through the low rings and began to tighten. 

Awkwardly she was forced to step apart until her legs 
were spread wide and her position of vulnerability was 
secured. Po now bitterly regretted that she had shaved 
the space between her legs, as now there was absolutely 
nothing to prevent the large horde of strange men from 
viewing the pink flesh of her labia. The cool air of 
the chamber mocked her position and stroked her in that 
sensitive place. 

The men who had tied her up stepped around in front of 
her again and their eyes joined the multitude of eyes 
that gazed on her nakedness. Po could not guess what 
exactly would happen to her but she had a feeling it 
involved servicing every one of these men. She wondered 
if she would survive, or if she would want to live 
after being abused so. But the men never approached 
her. 

Instead they all seemed to breath in at the same time, 
and then they pronounced a word, softly and in perfect 
unison; "Khallah." The word seemed to echo around the 
huge cavern and the sound itself over and over again 
until there was a constant, steady whispering sound in 
the air. 

All at once the sound cut off, and the men turned and 
began to file out of the chamber. They took their lamps 
and the remains of her clothing with them when they 
left. She was in darkness alone, and could see nothing. 
So, she was to be left here; for how long she had no 
idea, but it couldn't be forever, could it? What 
purpose would that serve? Were they hoping to break her 
will, so she'd agree to anything willingly when they 
came back to retrieve her? 

The dark was beginning to give way as her eyes 
readjusted, and she could see again the great wide hole 
cut into the stone of the floor. Logically she 
shouldn't be able to see anything, because there was no 
visibly source of light in the chamber. The lamps were 
probably the only light that had been seen in this 
chamber in who knew how many hundreds of years. 

Po realized suddenly that there was light, and it was 
coming from the hole. A very faint orange glow was 
radiating upwards, and was growing quickly more 
pronounced. A sound reached her ears, a low rushing 
sound like a long breath exhaled from a giant set of 
lungs. The light grew brighter, the sound grew louder, 
and the air around her was heating up noticeably. Po 
was wracked with trembles. Her mind couldn't wrap 
around what was happening, she knew only that she was 
terrified.

Po stared at the hole until her eyes stung, afraid to 
look away. Her muscles ached from standing stretched 
for so long, her wrists and ankles were sore, and she 
was covered in a cold sweat. Soon it would all be over. 
Something was rising out of the incalculable depths of 
the earth and coming toward her. 

At long last something showed itself in the center of 
the ring of stone, and the fact that at least she would 
see what threatened her made Po sag in something like 
relief. It was not a relief to be close to death, but 
the wait was torture. She gazed at the hole in the 
stone as two pointy spires rose up and up, getting 
thicker and curving forward like a great bull's horns. 
The top of the head came into view next, and Po could 
see the source of the orange light was a brilliantly 
shining rune in its forehead, identical to the one on 
the head
of the men who had brought her here. 

Out the head came, and it seemed to resemble more than 
anything else a serpent, but the teeth, instead of 
curving down like fangs, curved outward like tusks. 
Broad nostrils flared and snuffed the air so loudly Po 
could hear it clearly from where she was. The thing 
came out and out, and kept coming as though there was 
no end to the long, thick body attached to the head. It 
was covered in an armor of scales, and along its sides 
sprouted countless legs like a millipede's, which 
fluttered and propelled it forward, the long body 
bunching up in the great space of the chamber which to 
it was almost confining. 

As the great horned serpent-thing swung its head 
around, its giant eyes easily picked out the tiny form 
of Po helpless between the pillars. It began its 
approach across the floor towards her at a leisurely 
pace, as though it knew it needed not rush things. The 
great head swung back and fourth as the serpent side-
winded across the floor, and as it came toward her it 
kept its eyes locked with hers. Soon it was right in 
front of her, and it reared up into the dark of the 
chamber and opened its mouth. A long tongue extended 
forward and tested the air.

Soreness, cold, and fear- all had fled Po's mind when 
the serpent came before her. All she could do was stare 
up in awe at the creature. Though she had never seen it 
before, she knew what it was. She had never expected to 
meet this thing face to face, much less so soon. Yes, 
she knew what it was. It was the lord Khallah. It was 
her god. 

He inhaled loudly and then exhaled. The air blew past 
Po and ruffled her hair. Po inhaled and filled her 
lungs with the breath of her lord. She held it in as 
long as she could, and it made her giddy like a drug. 
At last she blew out, and Khallah lowered his head 
until he was level with her. Po found herself gasping 
as her pounding heart demanded more oxygen than she 
could get. Already lightheaded, she nearly fainted when 
she first heard Khallah's voice. 


#State your allegiance.# 


No sound reached Po's ears, but the voice in her mind 
was deafeningly loud. It boomed through her and settled 
in her stomach, radiating waves of heat to the ends of 
her nerves. Weak and panting, Po was too overwhelmed to 
answer. She was wrapped up in sensation, from the cool 
air on her skin to the tingling heat that was beginning 
to develop between her legs. She desperately wished one 
of her hands were free so she could rub her throbbing 
sex and relieve the tension there. But there was no 
relief and it was only growing hotter. 


#State your allegiance.# 


The voice ripped through her again, and it seemed even 
louder this time. Po threw her head back and cried, 
"Khallah! I belong to Khallah!" She gulped more air and 
somehow pulled herself together enough to chant, 

"I belong to Khallah; 
My body is Khallah's; 
My mind is Khallah's; 
My soul is Khallah's; 
My life is Khallah's; 
I devote myself wholly to the service of Khallah; 
Use me until I am no more." 

Finishing the mantra, she simply panted, growing more 
aroused by the minute, waiting for her lord to make 
some kind of move. Slowly his mouth opened again, and 
she saw the tongue slither out. It was thick, broad and 
wet, more like a lizard's than a snake's. It extended 
slowly towards her torso, and Po had time for a single 
gasp of joy before the tongue pressed itself against 
her stomach and slid up her torso, between her breasts 
and up her throat. 

Po opened her mouth, hoping to get a taste, but it left 
her neck and instead, engulfed her left breast. Po's 
voice rose to the invisible ceiling of the chamber in a 
wail of ecstasy, and kept ringing out as the slick 
tongue of her god stroked her breast hard, lifting it 
and letting it fall, over and over again.

 The tongue left a wet trail to her right breast and 
repeated the treatment until Po was nearly hoarse from 
screaming. She twisted and strained at the ropes, 
trying to press herself even harder into that 
magnificent flesh. Infuriatingly, Khallah removed his 
tongue from her skin for a moment and waited for her to 
lift her head and focus on him. 

She was drenched in sweat and her wrists were bleeding 
profusely from the constricting ropes, and she had 
barely enough strength to remain standing. If not for 
the ropes she would have collapsed long ago. Her bleary 
eyes somehow met those of her lord, and she heard his 
voice once again: 


#You will remain silent.# 


Po's eyes rolled back in her head as the words caused 
her whole body to spasm, but no sound left her lips. 
Her voice was nearly spent anyway. Khallah's tongue 
once again snaked out and this time touched her ankle. 
It began a slow, thorough tour up her calf and halfway 
up the inside of her thigh, tasting the stream of fluid 
that had run down her legs while he'd been paying 
attention to her breasts. He repeated the action on her 
other leg, but never got close to her groin. The flesh 
between her thighs was red and so swollen that it 
emerged from her outer lips like an open rose. She 
would have given anything to be touched there, but she 
was too exhausted even to beg.

Khallah was plainly going to take his time getting 
there. He must know how desperate she was. But he had 
other business first. After he had lapped up the 
juices, he lifted his head a little and cleaned her 
arms of blood. He licked her face then, delicately 
scrubbing it clean of sweat and smoothing her hair 
back. For a brief moment she felt just as though she 
were back home again, being bathed and combed by her 
maids. She realized then just how much her serpent god 
would be to her then, not just her lover or her master 
but her mother and doctor as well. He was everything 
there was, and there was no room for anything else. 

The god drew back when he was finished and finally, 
finally, brushed the tip of his tongue over her smooth 
mound, jolting her again. Po bit down hard on her own 
tongue to keep from making any noise. The tip of the 
god's tongue slipped down between the lips and teased 
the sensitive button there, just a little, and Po 
rocked back and forth, blood running down her chin. She 
felt no pain, there was nothing but her sex and 
Khallah's tongue. 

Then all at once it seemed Khallah got tired of taking 
it slowly and let out the entire length of his tongue, 
snaking it between her thighs and pressing up hard 
against the bright red, swollen flesh. Lights exploded 
behind Po's eyes, and her teeth mauled her tongue. The 
thick, wet member curled under her and pressed into the 
crease of her buttocks, and began a slow, hard, 
torturous rubbing, back and forth, yanking Po's body 
along with its motion. She was practically riding it 
like a horse, which was just as well because that was 
the moment her legs chose to give out completely, and 
her hips rose and fell while her head lolled back and 
she nearly choked on her own blood. 

Khallah sped up, while Po's mind seemed to leave her 
body and go floating up through the clouds. Faster and 
faster, while flowers opened and closed in front of her 
face, colors that didn't exist raced and swirled and 
multiplied and shattered, there were stars and suns 
comets as she went higher and higher into the sky and 
then… 

Po was back in the chamber. Her bonds had been cut. She 
was lying on the cold stone floor, and it felt 
wonderful on her still heated skin. She tried to raise 
her head look around, but found she was completely 
drained of strength, and couldn't even twitch a finger. 
So she was content to lie here for awhile, and as she 
let the euphoria of exhaustion carry her to back to 
sleep, she heard dimly the voice of Khallah saying, 

#You have passed the test, my child. You belong to me 
now.# 

* * * 

When Po awoke, she was lying in a soft white bed, her 
wrists and ankles were bandaged, and she was clean. She 
was back in the Temple of the Snake, the place where 
this had all started such a short time ago. 

A spoiled, rich Hyperborean girl, she had gotten tired 
of a life without challenge, without devotion. So she 
had made pilgrimage to Khallah's temple and begun her 
studies as a novitiate priestess. She had known for 
awhile that she was to be subjected to a test of 
loyalty, but she was never told how or when. Then in 
the middle of the night, a year after she began 
studying, she was roused from sleep and told to follow 
where she was lead. The test had been the most 
excruciating, and yet the most delicious and deeply 
satisfying experience of her life. 

Over the next few months, the cuts in her wrists and 
ankles healed up, leaving thin white scars which she 
wore proudly as a sign to all of her complete devotion 
to her lord. Her tongue was tender for awhile, but she 
felt the pain only as a reminder of the glory of that 
night. Her forehead was branded with the sign of the 
snake, completing her initiation. She was truly a 
member of the order now. 

For the rest of her life, no one but her lord would 
touch her. Her maidenhead, intact when she went deep 
into the earth to be tested, would never be broken. 
There was no reason. A priestess of the snake was 
married to Khallah, and he saw to all of her needs. She 
would go to him when he called her, and sometimes when 
he didn't, as all of his children did. One night, as 
she lay stripped and spread out for him, he might 
decide to sink in his teeth and feed on her flesh and 
blood. When the night came, she'd give it up gladly, 
because the pain was nothing. Love was everything. 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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