Ritual Sacrifice (F/M, grim, fatal)

[OdetteFan85]

The sun was high in the sky and beat down upon hundreds of tan-skinned natives, seated on a berm that made a c-shape around a crater brimming with grey mud, facing a masssive stone idol that sported a wicked, grinning mouth full of sharp teeth. Its arms stretched out over the muddy pit as if it was expecting something to be given to it. This isolated island was home to five villages living in the shadow of a volcano that occasionally rumbled the ground and belched out smoke like it it was doing now. An earthquake meant a joyous occasion, all work on the island would stop for the rest of that day and the day after. However, the young men and women of this island dreaded these quakes because it meant that the mighty Vivi hungered for their flesh!

Karena was certainly no longer a child, she was old enough to marry, but not yet chosen a man. That morning, before she had awoken, the ground had shook and a band of warriors had gathered outside her family hut. With her own father's consent, the men had been admitted so they could take this unmarried daughter of his to be prepared for sacrifice. Neither did her mother protest, as it was a great honor give up a son or daughter to drown before Vivi. They had warned her to find a man and marry before he would awaken and perhaps call for her. Now that day had come, and it was too late for Karena.

She was seated on a stone bench with four other "guests of honor", one for each village. She had a clear view of the pit and the crowd that had gathered to witness the sacrifice, including her own family. Her heart raced and a cold sweat broke out on her mostly bare skin despite the bright heat of a summer day in the south Pacific. She knew what was coming for each of them before the sun had gone much lower in the sky.

Simple strips of fabric had been wrapped around their hips. It wasn't much, but it was better than being naked in front of everyone, for now. That came before their fatal plunge. The old witch who conducted the ceremony would slice the garment off with a dagger and toss it into a burning brazier beside the edge of the pit. From there it was a short walk to the end of a long board held over the pit by two men. There, exposed to all, they were expected to jump to their death, three feet below. If one waited too long however, the men would let the board go, dropping them in. To jump was considered an act of courage, to be forced was to be remembered as a coward. Then, each would scream over the drums pounding, struggling as the mud slowly devoured them, one by one.

Karena's heart was pounding even harder under her bare chest, she could feel it as she covered it and turned away out of fright from the old witch that was about to choose the first offering. Suddenly, the girl sitting next to her stood up and cheerfully offered herself. Ever since the drummers had started beating she had been slowly rocking in excitement, now there was a wet spot in the fabric of her loincloth. The ceremonial dagger flashed in the witches' hand as she slipped it in-between her waist and the fabric and pulled, baring a red puff of hair between her thighs to the men who gave out a cheer. The moment they had been waiting for was here!

Karena knew this girl, they had played together often in that very creek. Her name was Moona, and she had been yearning for this moment for years. She had intentionally kept away from the men that persued her and proudly told anyone who would listen that when she was old enough she would pray every day for the ground to rumble so she could offer herself as an honorable sacrifice. Now her time had come, and she looked radient with a large red and yellow flower in her hair.

Moona was led to the edge of the pit where the board sat, waiting for the final steps of her bare feet. The priest tossed the loincoth that had previously graced Moona's hips into the flames, the moisture from her wet crotch sizzling as it boiled off. Moona seemed to relish in the attention, standing there in front of the eager throng.


Offering herself willingly, she was expected to make her last steps graceful and slow, allowing the crowd to admire a beauty that none of them would ever touch. She obliged them by tiptoeing to the edge and making a a few little twirls along the way. At the end it seemed she intended to make a final pirouette but just then her foot slipped off the board and in she went, bottom first! Even her mother laughed at the poor girl in the mud floundering with her eyes wide and mouth agape in surprise.

Mired up to her bellybutton, she was able to free her arms and looked on as the warriors on the side of the pit pulled the plank of wood away. Her legs started to kick and she came upright, then sank a little more in the mud. It filled in her midriff and started inching up her belly. Karena squirmed in her seat on the stone bench, imagining what it felt like to have that mud slowly swallow her most sensitive parts.

"Oh my, it's...ohhh! No, I want....ahhh! It feels...oh! OHHHHH!

The naked young woman writhed in the mud that was slowly claiming her torso, rib by rib and started rubbing her erect nipples with her muddy hands. As she did her gasps turned to moans of pleasure and the mud crept higher ever still. Karena was shocked by this sudden display of eroticism, she made up her mind she certainly wouldn't be doing that to herself in front of everyone.

"I'm...ah! Ohhhhh! I'm.....I'm.....OHHH MYYYYYYY!"

The mud reached her breasts and they remained buoyant on the top for just one short moment before it claimed those too. Now Moona rocked, quicker and quicker until she was suddenly struck with a visible spasm, her body convulsed and her screams echoed in the jungle. Karena couldn't look away, watching her friend slowly disappear. Soon, she'd be the one down there, would this happen to her as well?

Moona was no more than a head and shoulders bobbing on the surface and her face was red and sweaty. Her head was arched back and her eyes closed as she panted with an expression of bliss on her face. Karena wondered if she was still conscious. Moona's eyes fluttered open and she looked around herself as if she had just woken up. All the while the mud was slowly creeping up her neck and towards her ears.


Karena knew that it wouldn't be long now, Moona was up to her nose and her mouth had been silenced. The upturned face in the mud got smaller and smaller, her arms reached up and began to flail, as if to save herself but it was far too late. The squeals and grunts from the pit soon gave way to another strange sound.

"Mmmmmmm"

"MmmmMMMM!"

"MMMMMMbbbbblurbupbupbupbup......... blup"

Now the crowd around had become dead quiet to listen to the last dramatic moment as the surface of the mud before them heaved. Somewhere down there, naked and smothering was Moona, still writhing under the mud.

"Blurp! Blub blub bup psssssssss........"

The mud belched up Moona's last breath as if some sort of hunger had been satisfied. There was only a slightly discolored spot on the surface of the mire that indicated where she was now drowned. One of the boys and the remaining girl next to her started crying. Karena felt a cold chill run down her spine.

She wondered if Moona was afraid, just then, before the end came, suffocating down there in the depths?

The surface of the mud had become calm, indicating that the first offering was quiescent now. The witch turned the bench and Karena froze with fear, would she be next? What did it matter? None of them would be going home, why not just stand up and get it over with?

The boy on the far end of the bench screamed stood up snf screamed, trying to run only to be grabbed by a pair of warriors and carried towards the smiling witch, eho put a shriveled old hand onnhis shoulder. As he still struggled, a dark spot started to spread on the front of his loincloth. Something ran down his legs. Despite being nearly a man, he had made water on himself in sheer terror.

The old hag didn't hesitate, dagger in hand she unclothed the boy with a flourish and tossed his garment into the flames where it too hissed satisfactorily. In the crowd a few girls giggled at the sight of his manhood which stood erect despite the tears which streaked his face. The men managed to push him out towards the edge of the board as far as they could before he froze there, naked and refusing to go any farther.

"Jump boy, you already lived a coward, don't die like one!" ,a man in the crowd heckled him. "It looks like you like it!", a woman chimed in. After a minute of this, the two men holding the board nodded to each other and let go. With a gasp he plummeted into the pit and right away sank to just above his knees and started to twist and thrash around with his arms trying to grab the board as they pulled it away.

Karena couldn't help but be morbidly curious. When boys sank it was different and something about it had always made Karena feel funny. Maybe it was seeing him naked, so vulnerable. Boys were supposed to be strong, but they nearly always struggled a lot and would sink fast.

"No! No,no,no please! I'm scared! Help me!!"

The men jeered more at him as he started to cry again, the mud slowly devouring his thighs as he desperately tried to reach for an edge. This only made the process faster and he hadn't even looked down when the mud had reached the cheeks of his backside. Karena could see the tip of his manhood glistening with moisture as it disappeared beneath the surface, he moaned as it was claimed by the muck. For a moment, Karena felt an odd urge to jump in with him and play with it, just to watch him squirm.

"Oohhhhhhhh, that feels...what is happening?

No! No! Please! This feels icky!"

His pleas were ignored as the men continued to mock him and he struggled, sinking lower still, now up to his midriff. His arms still flailed and swiped at the air, his futile efforts only speeding him towards the inevitable moment that like the girl before him, he'd be gone as well and his last breath would float from his lungs, through his lips and up to sputter on the surface. Karena leaned forward to see better as he struggled against the grip of the mud


Now up to his chest with arms outstretched, he still reached out for a hand that would never come. The crowd seemed to be enjoying the show, watching the last moments as the wretched wails and crying became even more desperate. His struggling only made him sink more quickly. Karena could watch no more as smoke of sacred herbs burning in the brazier had started to blow her way and she and the others on the bench started to cough. The thick fumes filled her lungs and started to make her feel lightheaded.

In the meantime, the boy went under, arms flailing.

"Help, oh helbplbplhsh!"

His hands and face broke the surface, thrashing and gasping for air.

"AhhhhhhhHHHHHbluppuplupplupsssspsss"

The boy had bobbed back up after going under before it finally took him. His hands still reaching as they disappeared below. The silence broke as his final breaths bubbled to the top.

"Blop, blopblopblopblop"......."BLUP"

It was over, the girl next to Karena screamed. The drummers cheered and started up again. Karena was feeling woozy with all that she had seen so far, and there was still three of them. Would she be next? The girl next to her was openly sobbing now and in a way, even though they were both going to die she felt sorry for her. Karena had now seen what was coming and, at least for the moment, felt strangely less afraid of it than before.

Karena began to feel an idea forming in the back of her mind, she wanted to go next! Why wait any longer? The way it looked, it was one of them that would be picked, and if she had to watch any more it might break what little resolve she could muster. Karena decided she didn't want to see any more, so as the high priest started towards them, she made up her mind to stand and offer herself.

The witch looked from girl to girl, Karena's heart was pounding once again, if she let her choose, she might have to sit there and see it all and worse, she'd might be the finale. These were her last moments alive anyway, what did it matter? Each of them was about to drown naked in this mud for the amusement of these heathens and that would be it. Why delay the inevitable?

Just the the witch had made up her mind, Karena stood up. The old hag seemed shocked, but came over and took her by the shoulder as she still instinctively covered her chest again. As she was walked close enough to the brazier to feel its heat and once again receive a fresh lungfull of its acrid smoke, she whispered a blessing to her and Karena braced herself for what was coming next.

The cold kiss of the dagger against her thigh made her gasp as it happened. She watched as the men gathered cheered as the witch waved her garment in the air and tossed it into the brazier. The puff of dark hair between her legs was now in full view and Karena couldn't help but feel all of their eyes on it as she shakily walked now towards her fate. The board was placed over a fresh spot in the pit, and the men gestured for her to go out to the end. They held the board down with their feet as she passed them.

She would not dance to her death as Moona had, nor would she let them drop her in like the boy. Two sets of rings to her right, showed Karena where they now rested together, under the surface below her. The red flower from Moona's hair floated over her grave. Despite the sun beating down on her naked body and feeling the oppressive jungle heat for the last time, Karena shivered as she suddenly thought of one of them grabbing her ankle.

Just one last step, she thought she could feel them draw in their breaths as she put her arms down by her sides, revealing taut, sensitive nipples. Just then, she flashed back to the scene of her and Moona beside the creek. Even in that moment of innocent play, she'd been a little afraid their pretend pit would suck her down, just like this one was about to, yet at the same time she wanted to show her friend she wasn't afraid. Now Moona was waiting for her again, and she couldn't let her down!

Karena jumped.

"Plupffffffffff..."

Just like that, she had stepped of the board and plunged into the mud up to her knees. Karena watched as they pulled back the board. It was warmer than she had thought it would be as the mud slowly starting working its way up towards her bare backside. She couldn't help but try to shift her weight from one leg to the other as it began to take her knees.

Something was happening, Karena felt a funny feeling down in her belly as she sank past her knees and up to her lower thighs. It had been bothering her while she had sat on the bench watching Moona. It tingled, and made her tummy feel tight. It was so much stronger now. She felt an urge to touch herself. Is this what had happened to Moona?

No. She wouldn't let herself be any more of a spectacle than these creeps watching her than what they were gonna get. Still, her nipples were stiff with anticipation and she could feel a wetness of her own starting to build down between her legs as they slowly vanished into the muck. It was taking all of her nerve now not to cry out the way Moona had as it had taken her into its embrace. Karena knew it was coming and she could do nothing to stop it.

Her legs quivered, she even pressed her hands down into the mud at her sides to stop it, but there was only a precious bit of her thighs left before the puff of her pubic hair was being tickled by the surface of the mud. She could feel it touching the cheeks of her bottom, driving her mad as she let out a girlish little squeal. The mud was touching her where no man ever had. The little puff of pubic hair was swallowed up under the gray surface of the mire.

Karena could hold it back no longer, what she felt now was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Her back arched and she closed her eyes, unable to resist gently kicking her legs, sinking slowly.

"Ohhhhh, why does this feel good?"

She could feel her resolve not to give the crowd a show starting to melt. Even when she could manage to keep her eyes open, she could barely see the men around her, everything was starting to to go blurry. Into her midriff and over her hips now the mud came up and Karena could feel herself kicking her legs and rocking back and forth, waves of pleasure flooding her nervous system with stimuli.

Deeper and deeper she sank as she could feel the surface creeping slowly up her belly towards her chest. Her hips rocked involuntary and she started to cry out as her muscles began to get tense. It was too much! She had to make it stop! She started to reach out across the surface with her arms and try to slow herself but it was no use. The mud caressed the little breasts before reaching up and devouring the nipples, causing Karena to cry out!

"AhhhhhHHHHHHH!"
"Oh Oh Oh Oh!
"OooooooOOOOOOOOOOooooOooo"

The spasm hit Karena hard and caused her to scream and thrash about, chest deep in the mud. Eyes open or closed, all she could see was stars and all she could feel was the tight embrace of the warm muck that was swallowing her naked body as it writhed, completely out of her control. Lost in her orgasm, she could hardly notice as her shoulders now bobbed on the surface and her fingers left streaks in the surface of the morass as her arms blithely waved back and forth.

Her senses were starting to partially return and Karena tried to remember where she was. Her body still throbbed with intense pleasure as she remembered that she was a sacrifice and about to drown, but right now that hardly mattered to the girl. She wondered if whatever had just happened to her would happen again before she smothered, and she hoped it would.

She squirmed a bit and could fell the pressure of the mass of liquefied earth around her, caressing every inch up now to her neck, forching her to point her chin up. It wasnt very easy to breathe anymore. Karena spread her arms out to slow her decent. She had made up her mind not to scream like the others had so the other two sacrifices watching her wouldn't be so scared, but the pleasure mixed with terror mixed up inside her was making that a lot harder than she thought.

She tingled all over, the first orgasm hadn't truly faded and another was getting closer by the second. Now the surface was tickling the back of her ears and they had soon heard the last of the drumming and jeers of the men gawking at her demise. Nothing but a faint gurgling accompanied by her own racing heartbeat. She had to stay still! Even though she knew this was the end for her, something inside her still resisted going under!

Try as she might to hold still, every little movement caused the mud to advance, centimeter by centimeter towards her lips and eyes. A little gasp of air was all she could get before it took her mouth first, now relegating her to nose breathing. Her eyes darted left and right, still searching to find any kind of escape. She reached under the surface, trying to push herself up in vain.

Sheer panic gripped her and she couldn't resist any longer, clawing and screaming as her mouth broke the surface again. A final deep breath as she looked up into the sky, catching glimpse of a seagull drifting along in the breeze, then she closed her eyes for the last time and could feel the surface of the bog close over her face, plunging her into quiet darkness.

Karena wondered how long her breath would last. As her reaching hands disappeared beneath the surface, the intensity of the spasm that had been building broke over her, and again she writhed with the pleasure of her final orgasm. The urge to gasp was making it hard to hold her breath and her lungs were starting to burn. Lightheaded, her thoughts began to drift. It wasn't so bad, at least she wasn't alone. Somehow the thought of others being only a few feet away was comforting.

She floated, naked in the abyss with arms hanging limply above her head, her hair suspended in an eternal halo. Her senses began to fade and she had a vision as if she was watching herself from above. She could see the pit as if she was one of the ones gathered, watching for the bubbles that would signal the end. The seagull she'd seen just before going under came to mind again, and Karena felt almost as if she was that bird, slowly floating away on the wind. It felt a lot like falling asleep. Before that pleasant thought had left her mind, Karena lost consciousness and with that, her mouth opened and gave up that last breath she was holding. Her body jerked violently with spasmodic contractions for a moment and then was still.

Five sets of rings on the surface of the pit remained, giving clue to what now rested below in its custody. Five naked bodies floated, each muscle now relaxed after the stress and tension that ha bee the end of their rather short lives. Two had been brave, three had been cowardly. Over it all, as cold and as dead as its victims, the cruel idol leered, never knowing the the extent of its cruelty which was, in fact, no more than the cruelty of one human to another.

[GTaggert]

Excellent story, thank you!

[ghostofmyeyes]

Bravo. I love it when the desire cannot be detangled from the fear, and the way witnessing others built up Kerena's dread and anticipation

[Bookishworm]

Very good, great story!