Torches flanked the hollowed-out chamber deep underground. A large stage shaped like a crescent moon ended abruptly, its gradual slope of steps leading to a wide open space with enough cushioned seating for several hundred people. A crystal chandelier twinkled coyly in the torchlight, perched above the proceedings in all its decadent splendor.
A tall man strode out, his features slim but muscular. A scar marred his left cheek, only slight, a thin white line barely discernible. He had storm cloud gray eyes and a hawk-like nose. His eyes swept the room of naked attendants, all members of the Cult of Raeikos.
He spread his arms wide. "Welcome, brothers and sisters. We have a special show for you tonight. Fresh blood from the world above. Let us sacrifice to our Demon King Raeikos, and he shall bless us in return, shall he not?"
The thunder of applause and assents readily filled the man's ears.
Two black-uniformed guards came from behind the curtains near the back of the stage. Between them they dragged a young woman, busty with raven-black hair. She was beautifully curved, her skin pale in the torchlight. She had a somewhat rugged nose which gave her the air of a take-charge woman, but the courage in her heart clearly wavered as she saw the two hundred plus people ogling her on the stage.
"What's your name, bitch?"
"Arianna." She trembled
She was completely naked, bare to all who saw her. Her exposed pussy had been shaved, specially prepared for this night. Her gaze locked onto the man apparently in charge here, and she opened her mouth to express a plea. Before she could he was already speaking.
"You can call me Zash. I am the Master of Ceremonies and Rites." The tall man was equally naked, his cock dangling free. It was a long, vein-covered shaft, and it stood firm and erect as Arianna gaped at it.
Zash strode closer to the girl. Her wrists were shackled behind her back in black-leather bracelets. He traced a finger to outline her labia, then traced a line up and down her clit as his mouth came close to one of her ears.
"Are you frightened, Arianna? Mmm...I can taste your fear. How delicious." He stood back and roared to the crowd.
"Can you taste and smell this cunt's fear?" The crowd cried out variations of yes, among other affirmations. Zash turned back to Arianna.
"Please Sir, let me go." Arianna's pleading gaze was unable to melt the flinty chill in Zash's eyes. Instead he leaned over again, stroking her clit as his free hand gently cupped and felt up her ass. She shivered at his every touch.
"SSHHH, little cunt. You have nothing to fear from me. Behave yourself now, be a good girl. It's all you can do...just play your part in this ceremony, and who knows, you might even live!" As he said those awful words Arianna thought to herself 'Oh god, I better please these sick, twisted people!' She tried and couldn't remember how she had gotten here. She was a porn actress and had been on her way to a shoot when her tire had blown out. She had stopped and a kind stranger had pulled over to help her. From there things got fuzzy.
"Where am I?"
Zash grasped her by the throat and gave her a savage kiss, his tongue invading her mouth. "Does it matter, bitch?"
The stage was set up with a variety of beds, sex-play furniture, and hanging chains with leather bracelets attached to each. Zash carefully unlocked Arianna's cuffs with the key one of the guards handed him.
"Thank you Sir." No sooner had Arianna thanked him, though, and Zash was already snapping a pair of dangling bracelets around her wrists, keeping her arms suspended above her. He walked around behind her now, his hands groping her buttocks at first and then suddenly sliding across her breasts, massaging and squeezing them until she moaned.
"Please, not so hard Sir."
"Let the first phase of the ceremony begin!" he shouted to the crowd, ignoring her plea. He walked back around in front of her and knelt between her legs, spreading her creamy thighs as his mouth pressed between them. He nipped lightly on her clit, then tongued the insides of her cunt as his hands made teasing traces along her sex. Arianna huffed, her body immediately warming. 'No!' she thought. This was beyond degrading. She was too aware of all the people watching her.
She groaned as Zash's tongue probed deeper, grazing her insides as his hands reached up to tweak her nipples. Arianna squirmed as two guards came to join the action, each of them pressing a mouth to one of her nipples to suck fervently on the little pink buds.
"S-Stop please!" Arianna begged. Her body was starting to respond, juices beginning to trickle as Zash's tongue was joined by two stiff fingers pumping in and out of her snatch in firm, agonizing strokes.