The Sacrifice of Aeva

For the first hours of the morning, as the rain continued to fall, the people of the clan slowly assembled around the bound and exposed body of the former healer. Some noises of chatter were coming from the crowd, muffled by the constant pouring, but most people were quietly praying to the gods, desperate for the rain to stop. The word in the crowd was that more people had passed away from sickness during the night. The desperation was palpable. Aeva, chained on her rock, was facing the crowd but her head was tilted to the side, resting against her raised shoulder, and her eyes remained closed. She both dreamed and feared that everybody was staring with desire at her offered body. The deep lashes all over her back, and the vicious scrapes left by the sharp rock inside her sex made sure she was in constant pain. But even in her extreme predicament, the fire was burning hot in her loins. She had to make an effort to control herself, so her intense arousal would not show too obviously to the crowd.

Splashing sounds of boots in the mud interrupted her thought and caught her attention. She turned her head and opened her eyes. All of the King’s Guards were now gathered next to her, all twenty five members of them, in addition to the colossal Rugar himself. The commander was bare chested, only wearing his boots and elk skin pants. His long braided blond hair was falling on his muscular back, seeping cold water down along the grooves of his toned muscles. He was the first to leave the group and walk towards Aeva.

He stood in front of her, hands on his hips, his chiseled back turned to the crowd. On top of his powerful chest, his piercing blue eyes were detailing Aeva’s body, scanning the generous shapes and the scarred skin of her torso and breasts. He slowly moved his gaze up and locked into her eyes. She felt him piercing her soul. Could he see how full of lust she was? Her shallow breathing, her heaving chest, her parted lips and the begging look she gave the towering warrior were surely giving her desire away. She was still in pain, but her suffering was dwarfed by her burning desire.

She couldn’t help a subtle tilting of her hips and a small but noticeable spreading of her thighs, which he caught, as his ice-blue gaze instantly focused on her reddened crotch. She was looking at the growing bulge in his pants. She wondered if he found her chained arms, her vulnerable and defenseless beaten yearning body arousing? Or was he getting ready to take her only because it was his duty? His focus made her think of Sigur, of how her late husband would look at her after she had been all but broken by his whip. So, she chose to believe the commander wanted her, that seeing the tied naked prisoner at his feet was turning him on immensely. 

Finally a commanding voice broke the silence. 

- “The Sacrifice may resume!” said the King.

- “Warriors, begin! Unleash your rage and appease Toranos!” The shaman immediately added.

Rugar untied the straps around his pants, and dropped them down to mid-thighs revealing a proudly erect, veiny member surrounded by thick blonde hair. Aeva’s eyes widened, she was both fascinated and terrified at the massive shaft, imagining the damage it could do to her scraped injured sex. Rugar made one more step towards her, he was very close now. His eyes locked into hers, she could feel his strength, this raw power he was going to unleash on her. But he stopped just short of touching her skin.

- “This is not the way of the warrior. Unchain her!”

In all the stories she was told about the Ritual Sacrifice, Aeva had never heard of an offering being unchained. She fully expected the priest to protest and to forbid it, but the complaint never came. She understood when she peeked over Rugar’s shoulder, and saw the determination and the nod King Silas gave to the guard. The priest had been overruled. The guards stepped in and diligently hammered the pins out of her heavy metal cuffs. Her bloodied, scraped wrists were free. She barely could stand on her legs, caught between the harsh rock and the fierce, muscular body of the Commander of the Guard. She was unrestrained, but completely his to take. The submissive look in her eyes told him that he could do anything he wanted to her.

Immediately, he seized a large fistfull of her long, wet, dark hair, and he violently pulled her towards one of the smaller boulders to the side. He shoved her on it and she fell on her back. The rock was not as cutting as the sacrificial stone, but its surface was rugged and it dug deep into the wounds left by her scourging. She wailed as her body was forced into an arched position, the stone poking into her back, her head tilted backwards, her large breasts propped up, her legs spread apart, and her extended arms falling open on her side, her palms as if she was crucified. With one hand on her neck, and another one lifting her thighs, Rugar gave a powerful thrust and buried himself deep inside of her. He hurt her but at the same satisfied her need to be taken by a man, a profound desire that had remained unfulfilled since the passing of her husband.

He started with a few slow pushes inside her soft, wet insides before quickly accelerating and unleashing his rage, pounding her like a savage at war. The muscles on his arm were prominently contracted as his hand squeezed her soft neck and pushed her head furth back, bending her and driving the rock deeper into her injured flesh. She screamed. 

- “Aaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!.. Aaaah!”

She felt like a broken prey at the mercy of the powerful man, the pain in her back and her sex mixing with the pleasure of his hot member ramming into her sensitive flesh again and again. The contact of his hard, muscular body on her skin and the hand squeezing her neck was making her feel even more vulnerable than she already was. The waves of pleasure, powered by her helplessness and her pain were building up. Her screams were turning from wails of pain into moans of pleasure, accelerating in cadence.

- “Aaaaah! Aaaah! Aaah! Aaah!....”

Her emotions were becoming more powerful with every thrusts, radiating throughout her whole being, reaching into the darkest parts of her mind, mixing with her most painful and pleasurable memories. A series of images flashed in front of her eyes. She saw every single time Sigur, her late husband, had penetrated her after a long painful torture. The pleasure and the pain of all her life’s experience came at once and submerged her. She had been at the edge of coming since she was awakened, and now the most powerful flow of emotions she had ever known were sweeping her away. There was no fighting it. Instinctively her legs tightened around the commander of the guard, grabbing him and pressing him against her crotch as if she was never going to let go. Every single muscle on her body contracted at once. Her wounded sex squeezed his rod as if it wanted to suffocate it, and to hurt all the scrapes inside of her as hard as possible. It lasted for a few seconds and then she started to twitch and jerk uncontrollably. A mighty orgasm tore through her.

However, the orgasm barely made a dent on the fire inside of her. She was not sure why, maybe it was the powerful man that continued to take her, the fact that she was living through her lifelong longing of being the victim of the clan’s Sacrifice ritual, or maybe it was the incredible pain and the pleasure she so strongly felt intertwined inside her. But her fire kept burning as hard as before her orgasm. And as the last ripples of pleasure traveled through her violently abused body, she knew for certain that the next one was just below the surface. If the assaults and the pain were to continue, soon she would explode again.

Rugar, having ridden-out her sudden hysterical shaking, renewed his assaults. He released his hand from her neck, leaving a deep red mark where his fingers had squeezed the air out of her, and grabbed her breast. His other hand left her thigh, grabbed her upper arm and pushed it down on the rock, twisting her torso in an even more uncomfortable position. And he let his full weight fall on her, crushing her body against the rock. He slammed her repeatedly, adding deep bruises to her already destroyed back as she screamed of pain and as the lust was building inside her again.

- “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiih!!!!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!”

He accelerated the pounding, she was being hammered against the rock, the pain was unbearable in both her back and her sex. She felt his body starting to contract, his breath quicken, he was close. With a last pounding that she thought might shatter her hips against the rock, he came with the mighty scream of an animal having killed his prey after a fierce battle!

He got up, his body glistening with sweat and rain, his member still hard, reddened by the bleeding tears in her sex. He turned to the crowd, gave a roar of victory so powerful it felt like it shook the earth. Meanwhile, the tall squashed girl, bent uncomfortably against her rock, bleeding from her back and reddened with blood smeared on her crotch, was still heaving.

There was no pause for Aeva, the second warrior immediately fell on top of her and buried himself deep inside her. He grabbed her hair with one hand and her breast with the other as he savagely fucked her. She was already close, she felt her excitement rising again, and she came again, squeezing him with her legs and getting a vicious grin from the man. The orgasm shook her with the same power, but it was tainted with a deep ache, like that of a sore muscle that was contracting again. She was still full of uncontrollable lust, and almost immediately after coming she felt like another ecstasy was building up. 

Two guards stepped next towards her abused body, still impossibly bent on her rock. The first man, holding his ax in one hand, squeezed her cheeks with the other and buried himself inside deep in her mouth, all the way down her throat. As he started to slide inside her, he placed the sharp blade of his weapon just below her bosom and threatened:

“I’ll slice it off if you bite!”

And it took all her strength and focus to comply as the second warrior, a well-endowed brute, forced his rock-hard cock inside her virgin asshole. She had never been taken this way, her husband had only ever tenderly made love to her after her brutal punishments. Only in tales of war by drunken old men had she ever heard such a thing evoked. But a victim of war was who she was now. That was the meaning of a ritual sacrifice. She was the willing victim of a war never fought. She existed for the men to unleash their rage upon her, so the clan could be redeemed in the eyes of the gods.  

She screamed what she could, half choked by the man brutally burying himself inside her throat, feeling unbelievably degraded. The pain in her asshole soon rivaled that of her back as the man was merciless in skewering her, with rapid powerful slams. Her body was being violently shaken, she was breathing when she could. But the burning of the fire in her loins was becoming too strong again. And she came, adding her own jerking to that of the two men brutalizing her. They didn’t care, they kept assaulting her until both of them were done. They left her with one more scream tearing through the sound of the rain, as the warrior who had abused her throat violently buried the shaft of his ax inside her already sore asshole before walking away.

Niel, the guard who had held her while the shaman had ripped her sex apart with his stone-mounted staff was next. He was even better endowed than the previous man, and he decided mercilessly to pick-up where he had left off. Pulling the wooden object out from her battered buttocks, he inserted his large sex into her ass. He continued the painful invasion and wrecking of her anus as he rode her to yet another orgasm. She shook once more, but it was less and less of a pleasurable experience and more of a deep uncontrollable ache, like pulling on cramped muscles deep inside her she didn’t know she had. It dawned on her that these orgasms were not taking away from her arousal anymore, as if something else had broken inside of her. She realized that as long as the warrior would take turn at violently fucking her, these unwanted orgasms would keep coming and they would become more straining and painful. It would be another source of torment that would feed on her lust, and perpetuate a vicious cycle of perverted pleasure and distress. 

And it happened as she had feared. The warriors were violating her one after the other without any respite at all, penetrating her sex or her ass, and sometimes her mouth, each assault more violent and brutal, all the while slapping, punching or choking her. And the merciless treatment made her come over and over again. The sexual pleasure she took from her first orgasms was completely gone, they had become the unwanted reaction of her twisted body and mind. They were giving a small measure of heightened excitement and release, but mostly were forcing contraction of muscles deep inside her that were already strained past the point of tearing, making her feel like she was being tied in a knot and then ripped apart from the insides, again and again, without end in sight. Both her sex and her ass were being torn by the repeated assaults, redefining with every thrust her understanding of excruciating pain. She was now constantly wailing, screaming. Everything hurt including her core, shaken again and again by cruel contractions every successive orgasm was inflicting on her. And, there was still a place, in the darkest depths of her mind that rejoiced of the abuse, of the assaults from all these powerful men, and of her own orgasming body turning against her. Even in her most secret and dark fantasies of suffering she could not have imagined such a fate.

Finally the last of the warriors, who as many others had elected to violate her asshole, pulled his blood smeared penis out. Both the opening of her sex and her ass were bleeding profusely, having being raped without interruption for more than four hours. But most important to her, the infernal stimulation to her genitalia had stopped. There was an opportunity for calm in her mind, the relentless torture and endless brutality had stopped increasing, and instead she could start to process, to realize what had just happened to her.

The sheer amount of violence and cruelty that had been unleashed upon her was more than any mind could handle. She was in shock, panting, her gaze floating around her, but for the moment she had lost any comprehension of where she was or what was happening around her anymore. She was made of pain and suffering on every layer of her being. A pain that was being perverted by her twisted mind. She could not even let herself reel from her intense suffering, because intertwined with every ache, was this ever present deep arousal that continued to haunt her and bend her mind. Even after all she had been through, she held to the twisted conviction that she was suffering her rightful fate, that the broken thing she had become was who she was always meant to be. And deeper down inside still, some part of her still wanted more.