Yria's Absolution

For some of my long-time fans I felt like I left an opening for a sequel. This one involves Charlie and James's daughter that was conceived at the end to their story. Now she is being stalked for a virgin sacrifice.

This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. The Series contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don't like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.

PS - This is the second part of the Virgin Series and I don't know if there will be another part. Right now I'm thinking no, but maybe all you guys can give me some ideas. If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way.

Kyrias Absolution

Chapter 3

As Kyria started to come to, she felt light-headed and woozy. Her whole body was limp, and she had this strange pain in her wrists, arms and legs. She opened her eyes, saw blackness and realized the hood was still pulled over her face and the gag was still in place.

Her wrists were tied with her arms stretched above her head and she was hanging from something. Her whole body was still recovering from the drugs, and she tried to get her still recovering legs to work. She gathered her legs under her, noticing that her rollerblades, elbow and knee pads were gone but as she began to stand with the pain in her arms easing a little, but her legs began to ache and even that was short lived.

She heard the ratchet of something mechanical, felt her arms being pulled higher over her head. She felt her whole body stretching until her feet came off the floor and she was dangling from her bound wrists, although her ankles were bound as well. The pain in her arms, shoulders, wrists, legs and ankles was agonizing. It was kind of stimulating but something was very different now and it was also painful. She felt every limb stretching and her whole body was stretched and pulled in four different directions.

Kyria thought back to how she got here. She was on the cool down portion of her rollerblading exercise routine, when a white van pulled alongside her. She had still been thinking about Ken holding and kissing her when she was caught off guard. Before she could respond eight arms reached out, grabbed her and yanked her into the van. She started to scream when a foul-smelling cloth was slapped over her mouth. As soon as she took a breath her head began to spin, and she passed out. Now she was, well she didn't know where she was or even how long she had been here.

She tried to scream into the gag just as the hood was pulled off. She blinked her eyes against the bright light and saw a muscular, ugly brute of a man standing in front of her, grinning wickedly. He was dressed in a black and red religious robe with a hood. He seemed to radiate some kind of authority and the way the other men looked at him she guessed he must be the leader or some kind of priest.

In the background she saw roughly twelve other men, all dressed similarly with robes with lots of tattoos oozing around their arms and necks of the robes. All the other men were all heavily muscled with short cropped blond hair. They reminded her of an elite German military unit dressed like a religious cult of some sort.

Kyria knew she was in trouble and muttered a silent prayer behind the gag, "Help me survive whatever happens next and bring me a liberator. My father James is my protector on earth, so please help him save me."

She had no idea who these men were, but she knew they were serious about whatever they did. The brute standing in front of her pulled a large Rambo style knife from behind his back and started rubbing the dull side of the knife down her naked arms.

Kyria watched the cruel grin on his face widen as he played the knife over her arms and torso. She was willing to use her feminine charms on him to get away or soften whatever he was going to do, but she knew it would not work on him. He and most of his minions were strict and would follow their plan to the end or their destruction. She had to find the ones that could be corrupted by her charms.

The priest grinned wickedly as he juggled the knife, trying to figure out where to start on the debasement of the gorgeous creature. To Kyria, he seemed to be savoring it as he slowly started to ogle her bikini top, and the voluminous breasts hidden inside. Below her skimpy top was a long expanse of her flat muscled belly that led to her slim hips and tightly muscled ass encased in her skimpy boy shorts. He quickly pulled the center of her bikini top away from her chest and sliced the middle string in two, with the two sides of the bikini top flying to the sides, exposing her delicious breasts.

As everyone watched attentively her perfect breasts wobbled impertinently. He stood ogling her with her breasts trembling and her pale pink nipples began to harden. His eyes scanned down the rest of her taut, sexy and toned body before he finally slid his knife between Kyria's skin and her boy shorts. She sucked in her muscled abs, creating a gap between skin and shorts, to get away from the knife. He pushed the knife down through the gap cutting her shorts until they parted in the leg hole. He repeated the motion on the other side of her belly, until her shorts pooled on the floor beneath her feet.

Everybody there was now staring at her and rapt attention, because stripping her this way revealed her firm succulent breasts, butt and bald pussy hidden by her exercise outfit. He used the knifepoint to caress Kyrias's gorgeously exposed breasts, using it like it was a pointer as he traveled towards her nipples. Her only adornment was her amulet from her mother, hanging between her breasts and that meant the world to her.

The hulking man standing in front of her spoke in a gravelly and harshly accented tone, "We have all seen some of your photographs, both in and out of clothes, so we knew what to expect. I must say, you're even more stunning in person and we are overjoyed to have your gorgeous figure decorating our chapel. Much of what happens to you is out of your control and in control of Satan's festival. I as the priest of Satan's church is fully in charge and your body is going to be an incredible sacrifice to our dark lord."

"I can guarantee you will enjoy some, but not all of what is to come. From the photos we have seen you might like some of what we have planned for you. Who knows, you might even love it, but I assure you WE will enjoy every moment. By the way you may call me Diablo."

"The reason you are here is because of your mother and father. You see, twenty years ago your mother was targeted at the summer solstice virgin sacrifice for our Satanic church. Your father protected her during kidnap attempts and saved your mother by making sure she was no longer a virgin. As a result, our church didn't have a virgin sacrifice that year and everything there after was a mess. Now you are going to make up for your mother's dismissal of our virgin sacrifice. Since you are a virgin, and a stunningly gorgeous one at that, you will make up for your mother and father's removal of our sacrifice twenty years ago."

Normally Kyria would love exhibitionism, but this was out of her control, and she began to turn red. Her grandmother and mother were unrepentant exhibitionists and had helped her sculpt her body, her wardrobe and taught her how to use her gorgeous figure to control things, especially men, around her. All of those lessons were useless in this situation, and she screamed with terror into the gag for these men to stop and let her go. As she looked into the crowd of men, she saw no sympathy only hatred and lust, with all these men lusting after her she was scared of what was going to happen.

That was Kyria's problem. She grew up as a spoiled rich girl, a beauty queen and felt invincible. Everything she ever wanted had been given to her, and she never paid the price for any of her actions. Even when she had just been a pawn for people trying to get to James or Charlie. However, her father James warned her, and she ignored his warning not to go anywhere alone, now she was going to pay for it.

The fear quickly came back as the brute in front of her started caressing her breasts with the tip of the knife. The knife ran over her skin up to her shoulders and sliced through the shoulder strap of her top. He repeated it on the other side and then the remnants of the top fluttered to the floor joining the bottom part of her outfit. Her body that had been barely hidden so well, was now completely revealed, and the crowd started inching closer to get a better look. They had all seen photographs of her, while they had seen her centerfold body it was a very different thing to see her completely nude, with her body squirming in fear front of them.

Everyone could feel the excitement start to build as everybody stared at this stunning woman being revealed to them. Kyria could feel lusty stares crawling over her skin, while she screamed into the gag for them to let her go, that tremor in her belly was getting stronger and felt like a combination of terror and excitement. The man with the knife, Diablo, brought Kyria back to reality when once again he started tracing the knife tip down her chest.

With her arms pulled high over her head, her breasts were likewise pulled up high on her chest. With her breasts being released and her fearful gasping breaths, they wobbled enticingly as her nipples hardened into tight knots pointing at everyone in the crowd. Her breasts were large for her frame, they were full and almost completely covering her chest with just a hint of a sag to give her breasts a beautiful, rounded shape. Her aureole was a pale pink, about the size of a silver dollar with small, pointed nipples in the center.

Kyria blushed, feeling humiliated at being stripped and displayed to this group of thugs. However, at the same time, she felt a tremor of excitement in her core knowing that her body could create such lust in these men. She screamed into the gag for them to stop and let her go, but the quivering in her belly began to increase with her breathing deeper and more rapidly.

Kyria was afraid of what could happen, but she used her body before getting whatever she wanted, and she could do it again. Kyria wondered what her mother and grandmother would do in this situation. They had taught her how to use her beauty to coax men into doing whatever she wanted, but to be honest she wasn't as good at it as they were. She could use her gorgeous face and figure to woo men, but it always felt wrong to her. She really wanted the right man to come along, conquer her and use her as his sexual touchstone, and in her dreams Ken was that man, but this situation scared her.

Her mother taught her how to sexually pleasure herself and her partner in more ways than she could count. Because of her mother's instructions and her druid priestess training she was experienced in oral sex, exhibitionism, BDSM and various forms of sex. Unfortunately, she hadn't had anyone that she had been in love with or sexually attracted to except Ken and they hadn't even been on a date.

Ken, her male friend and biology partner was the only person that stirred her sexuality and something about him made her weak in the knees when he ogled her. Still, she was a virgin even though her mother had instructed her in giving and receiving pleasure. As a result, her sexual desires were powerful, strong and wild keeping her on edge, distracted and ready for the right man to let her practice what her mother taught her. All of her sexual dreams involved Ken and something about him made her wild with desire and dreamt of him taking her virginity.

She was terrified of what they would do to her, but she knew it was going to be up to her to get out of this alive. Kyria started to remember what it's like when her mother displayed in revealing outfits to crowds and also what BDSM sex was like, but it was hard for her mind to get past her terror of this cult. However, her body's muscle memory seemed ready to experience her time in her mother's instructions.

Kyria looked at all the men with lust obvious on the faces and then she glanced over at Diablo as he stared at her breasts with hard prominent nipples. He leaned over touching her nipple with his tongue Kyria felt a jolt run straight to her pussy. He brought the knife up to her nipple and began to scrape her nipples with the edge of the knife. Kyria felt the fear of the knife growing in her belly. As he continued the knife play with her nipples, flaming excitement in her pussy combined with the fear in her belly.

Kyria looked down at her quivering breasts and watched Diablo toy with her nipples. Watching him play with her only increased her excitement as she saw her nipples harden even more into tight thrusting knots. Kyria moaned lustily as she felt her nipples tighten into turgid peaks of inflamed nerves that somehow seemed connected directly to her pussy. Her breasts dominated her sight and she couldn't see her belly, but she could see her hips thrusting back and forth in blatant arousal.

Here she was, tied hoisted into the air being displayed like a piece of meat on a hook and she found she liked it, hell she loved it. Kyria knew she loved being exhibited by her mother, but now she felt like it was the crowd that gave her thrill and not necessarily her mother displaying her. She felt her pussy throbbing with need, her whole body trembled with excitement and her skin shivered under their lustful stare. She told herself that it was because she was tied up and she didn't have a choice. They were displaying her naked body to everyone, and they were forcing her to do this. She felt the eyes of every man in the room caressing her breasts and tweaking her nipples and her breathing was coming in heavy gasps.

Diablo once again began tracing the tip of the knife around her breasts and Kyria began to suck in her breath trying to get her breasts away from this knife. Diablo seemed to enjoy toying with her spectacular breasts. As he began to pinch her nipples with his fingers Kyria realized he was doing what all the other cult members wanted to do, play with her breasts. The flames in her quivering pussy were growing higher and she couldn't believe her body's reaction to this debasement. It had to be the fear, because she certainly didn't want this kind of treatment.

The knife would travel all around her breasts, toying with her womanly mounds occasionally leaving little shallow cuts that felt like little pinches on her breasts. Every little touch with the knife sent excited pulses to her nipples and soon they were distended, rigid like pebbles. Her nipples were thrusting towards all those lusting eyes and imaginary tongues. She could feel all their hunger caressing her breasts and nipples. Everything that happened to her breasts sent corresponding erotic pulses to her weeping pussy.

Kyria attempted to close her eyes so she couldn't see the depraved power her body was igniting in these men. However, the flames in her body forced her eyes open, once again she saw the leering eyes and the licking lips of her captors. Her displayed body's craving responded as she seductively writhed and twisted erotically while hanging in the X-frame. She began to smell her excitement, and she knew that her nether regions were slick with her dewy arousal. Diablo drew the knife point down over her flat muscled belly and she sucked in her concave belly trying to get away from the knife. The knife traveled past her belly until he ran it around the center of her pussy.

She had never tried to hide her stunning beauty, with her exquisite face and dazzling eyes there was no way she could hide. Her large prominent breasts topped off a taut succulent body, with a tiny, muscled belly with slim tight hips, butt and legs. She had sleek sexy lines with soft lustrous skin making her whole package look the epitome of alluring femininity. Everyone in the room was silent and aghast at the bound, hanging goddess that was revealed to them.

Kyria was silent as well as she watched the reaction her nude body had on the crowd of men standing in front of her. Their shameless eyes were caressing every inch of her body, and she had to close her eyes to try to stop the needy throbbing in her pussy. Her body seemed to hunger after being displayed in front of these men. Completely on their own her hips were continuing slowly but seductively weaving an erotic seductive dance.

All these feelings were not new to her, she found she liked the power and the excitement her body produced in these men. Her modeling with her mother had left her with the knowledge of how her beauty affected men. Kyria knew how to manipulate men with just a wink or shimmy from her hips or breasts. She knew her father James would be looking for her, but until he found her it was up to her to stay alive and her body was the best weapon she had.

Diablo turned to the crowd and shouted, "Okay, clean her up!"

It was then that Kyria noticed two men holding a small fire hose. When they turned it on, she felt the spray stinging her skin as they traveled from her neck to her feet and she felt humiliated. When they stopped two more men came over with soapy mops and scrubbed her body with soapy water. Once they finished, the hose was turned on again to rinse her off. When they were finished Kyria's skin was red from the fire hose and the mortifying shame at being treated this way.

She watched as two more men advanced on her and turned her around, then the process began all over again on her backside. The most humiliating part was when they spread her ass cheeks to make sure they washed her sphincter. Once they were finished a hair dryer was used to dry her off, further reddening her skin. Finally, she was washed dried and nakedly facing the acolytes again.

However, the degradation was not over. Diablo turned to the crowd, "According to our by-laws governing the virgin sacrifice the sacrifice's body must be free from hair, with the exception of her head of hair, eyebrows and eyelashes. So, bring forth the acolytes with the waxing tools.

The priest snapped his fingers, and several teenagers were suddenly there leering at Kyria lasciviously. They held buckets of sticky wax that would be spread on the area of skin where the unwanted hair is growing. They started painting on the warmed sticky wax around her upper stomach. A cloth strip was then applied over the wax and it sat for a couple of minutes and then quickly ripped it off leaving a burning red strip across her middle, taking the hair root and dead skin cells with it. Kyria screamed with surprise and pain then started wriggling violently trying to get free of the X-frame. The pain ripped away all thoughts of escape, but as the pain faded, she desperately looked for some avenue of escape.

They painted on more wax and applied another cloth strip and wrapped it lower on her belly and the priest grinned as he once again ripped it violently off. The priest grinned cruelly as he watched Kyria's delicious body writhe like a worm on a hook. As she twisted to and fro the muscles on her tight little body squirmed seductively making her hips swivel and her breasts wobble erotically.

All the cult members were crowding closer watching their priest do things to this living wet dream dangling in front of them. Watching her spectacular body writhe and dance, while stretched taut hanging from the X-frame, only made their collective hunger swell. Everyone could feel the lustful need growing in the room. They all knew that their priest's erotic plaything squirming seductively in front of them would soon be theirs to play with.