And moreso.
I waited until I had adequate time. I am not certain if any of this will make sense; all I can do is open the floodgates and let things fall as they will.
We had been in training, prior to that solstice. The first one, I should say. We did not realize that then...all we knew is that we were being abused. It was a covert type of abuse, performed insidiously to make us believe that we had desired it, and even had requested these acts be perpetrated upon us. It was simple in the beginning: fondling, viewing pornographic films, discussing the necessities of willing oneself to the god. On the solstice, however, that changed.
I cannot recall if it began the evening prior, or the evening of; what I can recall is that we were taken from our bed at around ten o'clock the evening in question. We were handled very roughly, which frightened us. We were taken to the room where the atrocities occured, and were to occur, and we were stripped nude. Saliva and inpatient fingers covered us, penetrated us. It was as frightening as it was painful. Almost immediately we began to panic, so we were tied and gagged whilst a narcotic was prepared to calm us. I do not know what narcotic it was, as very soon thereafter things began to appear hazy, unreal. I know a spoon was involved, a vial and a syringe, but that is all. Flame as well, if I remember correctly. I know we were required to repeat phrases, phrases that supposedly held great power. There as an alter: blood was shed, and we drank. At that point, there was no more fear, as everything seemed to occur as if in a dream. I remember the staff held aloft, the burning oils, the smell of blood and sweat as it pervaded the air.
As it neared midnight (so we were told) things grew hushed, and a wreath was placed on the head. We were dressed in white linen, and laid gently on the bed. Candles burned softly, and for a time it seemed things were even peaceful. Arcane phrases were whispered, and the abdomen was rubbed with oil and a mixture of spices.
Then, in a whirl of fierce teeth, deep growls, taut muscles and obsidian eyes, we were pounced upon. There is no way to describe the carnal obscenities; the nausea, trembling, constant thrusting-rocking sensation, the pain, the heat and rage spun with grief. The body was taken and used for the power and the glory of this god, the god who has not a name, only a title.
We lost consciousness soon after the festivities began.
That is all I can manage for the moment.
We had been in training, prior to that solstice. The first one, I should say. We did not realize that then...all we knew is that we were being abused. It was a covert type of abuse, performed insidiously to make us believe that we had desired it, and even had requested these acts be perpetrated upon us. It was simple in the beginning: fondling, viewing pornographic films, discussing the necessities of willing oneself to the god. On the solstice, however, that changed.
I cannot recall if it began the evening prior, or the evening of; what I can recall is that we were taken from our bed at around ten o'clock the evening in question. We were handled very roughly, which frightened us. We were taken to the room where the atrocities occured, and were to occur, and we were stripped nude. Saliva and inpatient fingers covered us, penetrated us. It was as frightening as it was painful. Almost immediately we began to panic, so we were tied and gagged whilst a narcotic was prepared to calm us. I do not know what narcotic it was, as very soon thereafter things began to appear hazy, unreal. I know a spoon was involved, a vial and a syringe, but that is all. Flame as well, if I remember correctly. I know we were required to repeat phrases, phrases that supposedly held great power. There as an alter: blood was shed, and we drank. At that point, there was no more fear, as everything seemed to occur as if in a dream. I remember the staff held aloft, the burning oils, the smell of blood and sweat as it pervaded the air.
As it neared midnight (so we were told) things grew hushed, and a wreath was placed on the head. We were dressed in white linen, and laid gently on the bed. Candles burned softly, and for a time it seemed things were even peaceful. Arcane phrases were whispered, and the abdomen was rubbed with oil and a mixture of spices.
Then, in a whirl of fierce teeth, deep growls, taut muscles and obsidian eyes, we were pounced upon. There is no way to describe the carnal obscenities; the nausea, trembling, constant thrusting-rocking sensation, the pain, the heat and rage spun with grief. The body was taken and used for the power and the glory of this god, the god who has not a name, only a title.
We lost consciousness soon after the festivities began.
That is all I can manage for the moment.
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