Fulfilling Her Destiny

All characters in sexual situations are fictional and 18 years of age and older.

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Soriya had been asleep in her bed when the cool breeze from her opened window had sent a chill down her spine, pulling her from her pleasant dream. As soon as her eyes fluttered open, she was met with darkness. Something had been thrown over her head and after being aware of the needle pricking her shoulder, Soriya couldn't remember much else.

She awoke on a cold, obsidian slab which seemed to be inside of a chasm. Above her was the brightest, fullest moon she had ever seen set in the clearest, starlit sky. When Soriya tried to move her arms, she found that they were manacled, along with her ankles, chained to the slab which she noticed was ornately carved, the chains rattling whenever she shifted on the slab. Soriya was surprised to see that she was wearing a translucent white nightgown with lace trim that was a far cry from the lavender satin camisole and shorts set she had been wearing in bed.

Blushing and unable to cover herself up, Soriya became painfully aware of how exposed she was laying upon the obsidian slab, her porcelain skin reflecting vibrantly in the moonlight, which also pierced through the gossamer nightgown, that revealed the silhouette of her areolas and pink, taut nipples pushing up against the fabric in response to the cold. Soriya's honey colored hair, which she normally kept tied back in a messy bun when she went to bed, had been let down and thoroughly brushed, surrounded her head like a halo.

Someone else is here. Where are the people that took me?

Soriya thought. The chains did not allow much slack for her to sit up and look around. She laid there, completely helpless and vulnerable, waiting to see what would become of her after her kidnapping. She thought it odd that she wasn't so afraid, but remembered the sting of an injection and surmised that she had been sedated and probably fed additional drugs before she woke up. Despite her conflicting emotions, Soriya knew that something terrible was bound to happen now that she was conscious and could experience it.

As if on cue, she could hear several sets of footsteps approaching along the northern wall of the cave, echoing off the various chambers. When the footsteps got louder and closed, Soriya could also see a fiery glow and, eventually, the robed figures holding lit torches, their black hoods enshrouding their faces, keeping any of their personal features from her gaze. At the end of the line of what seemed to be never ending, a much taller robed person fell in step, eventually walking past the rest to lead the others in a circular formation around Soriya, with their sleeved arms wrapped around a large, antique, leather bound book wearing a detailed silver mask that appeared to be animalistic or demonic from what she could tell.

The figure in the mask stood a few feet from where Soriya's head against the slab while the others, still holding their torches, stood in a circle around her and the masked person in total silence. That was when the fear started to set in for Soriya and she shifted against the chains, trying to wiggle a wrist or ankle free. The figure that stood closest to her was now standing over her, looking down at her, just two grey eyes peering through the slits in the mask before they reached up to pull the mask up over their head, revealing themselves to be an older man with grayed hair and gaunt features.

"The restraints are for your own protection and ours, my dear. When you calm down, I think you will find your stay most enjoyable,"

He spoke in a raspy voice, directly to her. The others said nothing. Having no idea or notion what the old man meant, Soriya just nodded and chewed her bottom lip.

"Are you going to be a problem, princess?"

The old man raised an eyebrow, reaching for her manacled wrist on her right side. Soriya could see the glimmer of a brass key in his hand as he reached for the cuff and she rapidly nodded her head. The old man smiled and began to unlock the one manacle, setting one wrist free and then the other, taking his time.

"I know that you have a lot of questions. We may have some answers. First, however, you must be cleaned up and prepped for the ritual, which is the primary reason you are here. You may not realize it yet, but you are so very special. My name is Anton. I am at

your

service,"

Once unshackled, Soriya sat up on the slab and turned to face Anton, her legs hanging off the edge of the smooth obsidian rock. Her fingers naturally fell into the grooves of the carved sigils and symbols that had been painstakingly etched into the volcanic rock. Dizziness hit her immediately upon standing on her feet. The room was spiraling around her and it felt like a thousand arms had reached out to catch her before she fell.

Soriya caught glimpses of rocky passageways lit by candlelight and swaths of darkness that the robed mob seemed to navigate by muscle memory. They carried her some distance from the room she had awoken in before she felt herself descending and the rush of warm water enveloping her naked body. She realized that she had been placed in a hot spring.

Candles in sconces and candlelabras were the only sources of light. Soriya could see two robed figures on either side of the pool, seemingly keeping watch. The water was comforting, like soaking in a jacuzzi. Vents, nestled in the abyssal depths of the spring, acted as massaging jets against Soriya's feet. Rose petals had been thrown over the water's surface, along with lavender and other herbs and flowers that Soriya didn't recognize. The aroma reminded her of when she had been an assistant for a florist as one of her first jobs.

As she started to become accustomed to relaxing in the spring, Soriya leaned back against the rocky rim and realized that it was carved with the same esoteric symbols she had seen before. At the same time her delicate fingers found those familiar grooves, she felt something bump against her under the water, but all she could see was the darkness underneath and the bubbling vents. Thinking it was nothing, she went to lean her head back once again, and this time, she knew that she felt it. With a shriek, Soriya pulled her feet up and turned to grab the edge for leverage to lift herself out of the spring, but whatever it was was much quicker than she. Soriya squealed, feeling something slimy around her ankles, tightening its grip, pulling her back into the water despite her kicking and screaming. Her eyes darted between the guards at the exits, but they did not respond in any way to her cries.

The spring had started to bubble over and Soriya kicked even harder, fearing now that she was about to be boiled alive like a lobster. After a few seconds, the bubbling stopped and something seemed to rise from the depths of the spring, cutting through the darkness as it came to the surface. Soriya was too paralyzed with fear to even blink. . Whatever had risen to the surface had kicked up a bunch of sand and rock in their wake, making the water muddy, which obscured its appearance until Soriya caught it in her peripheral vision, breaking through the surface with a violent spray of warm water.

It was thick and serpentine with a phallic shape to it, but with the girth and coloration of a giant squid tentacle, something Soriya had only seen on the internet. Without hesitation, it dove back down onto the water where Soriya's legs were kicking and swerved between her thighs, its suction cups acting independently of the muscular appendage, extending and proving Soriya's pussy until they pulled her fat labia back far enough for the rounded point of the tip could probe only a fraction of an inch beyond the entrance of her cunt. Soriya stopped kicking and felt her face become red hot. Other tentacles pushed against her ass and thighs, keeping her head above water so she didn't have to swim.

Soriya bit her bottom lip and chewed. She had never felt such intense pleasure from anyone or

anything

. Her family had been strict and religious her entire life and she complied. Her father would not let her associate with boys or really leave the house. Soriya had never had a sexual experience that didn't involve her hand and feeling such sexual pleasure from a subterranean monster embarrassed her. When she tried to squeeze her thighs together or turn her knees inward to prevent the tentacle from delving further, but those keeping her afloat would begin to vibrate, threatening to penetrate her ass, so Soriya eventually gave up her struggle. She had already bitten a bloody wound in her lip when the tentacles retreated much quicker than they surfaced, the one that had been exploring her cunt pulled back with a soft *pop* and whipped around the edge of the spring before descending back from whence it came.

Soriya didn't realize that she was crying. Her cheeks were streaked with salty tears that dripped into her mouth, mixing with the spring water dripping from her tresses.. Once she got ahold of herself and began to try and pull herself out of the spring once more, she turned to see the tips of toes in sandals peeking through the hem of a black robe. Soriya sighed and looked up to see a beautiful and femine face poking through a recessed hook. A manicured mocha hand stretched out to grab Soriya's wrist to help her up. The mysterious woman wrapped Soriya in a plush white towel and began to escort her past the guard into the eastern corridor. Soriya had never seen a woman so beautiful and exotic and she found herself attracted to her sexually, which was also new to Soriya.

The woman's ruby red lipstick matched her painted nails and toes, bringing out her amber eyes in the candlelight. As they walked, the passage was getting more narrow until they reach a reinforced steel door embedded in a cave wall. The woman stopped and turned to Soriya, who had knotted her towel around her body.

"My name is Tamsin. I will be your Paramore,"

Soriya had no idea what Tamsin was speaking about. Her eyes were hypnotic the longer she looked into them and she had to blink several times to break the effect. Tamsin put a key inside the lock on the door and pulled it open. They stared down another corridor, but this one was composed of cement, not stone, and the floor was carpeted. Tamsin reached around the corner and flipped a switch that brought three low-light wall sconces to life. She waited for Soriya to enter before shutting the door behind them.

Tamsin navigated the hall for several feet before ascending a staircase that led them into what looked like someone's basement, but once Soriya's eyes adjusted to the abundance of light, she realized she was in a wine cellar that had an expansive humidor on the western wall. Up another staircase and they were inside what Soriya thought was a millionaire's mansion, in sharp contrast to where they just were. Tamsin halted at a mahogany door and pushed it open, letting Soriya lead the way.

The door led to a large bedroom - way larger than her own back home, with an attached full bathroom. There was a king sized bed fully made in the center of the room, set in an ornate and highly detailed wooden frame. Soriya gasped when she realized that there were tentacles carved into the frame that reminded her of the slimy appendages that had erupted from the hot spring and nearly took her maidenhead when it penetrated her, carefully avoiding pushing beyond that veil before retreating to the depths of the bubbling, murky water.

In front of the bed was a vanity, which Tamsin had started arranging itema on after laying out another gown similar to the one she had awoken in the cave with. The night had been so eventful and she had spent so much time in the dark that Soriya had no idea how late it was or even if it was the same night that she had been taken. Tamsin took the towel from her as she changed and smiled, as if reading Soriya's thoughts.

"You have been here for two days, my dear. This would be the third night. The moon had to be right, but we wanted to make sure that we had the right one,"

Tamsin motioned for Soriya to take a seat in front of the vanity and took a silver paddle brush from one of the drawers, starting to brush and smooth Soriya's wet and tangled hair in slow, deliberate strokes. Soriya, again, had no idea what she was Tamsin was talking about, but the hairbrushing was so relaxing that Soriya felt herself dozing off. Tamsin grabbed her arm before she fell back against the chair.

"You cannot sleep, Princess. Not yet,"

Tamsin stopped brushing and reached into her robe, withdrawing a small, amber vial that she unscrewed and tapped against a rectangular mirror on the vanity, shaking loose a thick pile of white powder. She then put the vial back and used a straight razor to cut the powder into two, fat lines. Leaning down and hovering over the mirror, Tamsin placed a silver straw to one nostril and inhaled sharply with the other, tilting her head back as she backed away from the vanity, handing Soriya the straw. Soriya stared at it, taking the straw from her hand, and looked up at Tamsin who nodded in approval. Soriya leaned down to the surface of the vanity and mimicked what she saw Tamsin do, leaning back and sniffling, feeling like she would sneeze.

Soriya had never done any sort of drug. Her family was even strict about what over the counter medications Soriya could take when she wasn't feeling well. The rush she got from snorting the bitter powder was akin to the rush she felt from the tentacle invading her body. Thinking about what happened in the hot spring made her pussy throb and she noticed her thighs seemed to feel slick and sticky. Tamsin hadn't offered her panties or a bra, only the sheer nightgown that was comfortable, but hardly modest.

Tamsin had moved onto painting Soriya's face with makeup and Soriya was feeling more awake than ever, focused on the movement of Tamsin's hands as she drew around Soriya's eyes with eyeliner and smudged it with her thumb. Soriya didn't even recognize the person looking back at her in the mirror.

Just as she cracked a smile, her bedroom door opened and another person wearing a black robe, but with the hood pulled back to expose their face. This time it was a man. As she turned to look at the door, Soriya also felt some kind of attraction to the young man that stood in the doorway as she had toward Tamsin. He had his hands clasped together in front of him and a shaved head like a monk. Soriya could see symbols, similar to those carved into the rock and the spring, tattooed or drawn on the man's scalp. Tamsin set the makeup brush she had been using aside and went to the doorway to talk to the newcomer, leaving Soriya to stare at her reflection in the mirror in a state of disbelief.

Tamsin came around to Soriya's side and helped her from her chair, leading her to the doorway where the man, who introduced himself as Ian, stood. As they walked down yet another corridor that would lead to a spiral staircase, the man explained that he would also be Soriya's 'Paramore', which meant nothing to Soriya, but it seemed to be a title of honor and high regard to her captors.

Soriya had almost forgotten that she had been brought to this place against her will. Everyone seemed to treat her with the utmost respect. Any fear she held had long dissipated, giving way to curiosity and the desire to learn the purpose of her kidnapping by such kind mercenaries. It all seemed off to her. Her family had no wealth to afford a ransom and Soriya herself had no assets of value, at least, not that she was aware of. Tamsin and Ian both held onto her with their elbows locked with Soriya's, practically carrying her down another set of stairs and down another candle lit corridor lined with doors and paintings until they reached a massive banquet hall.

There was a circle painted on the floor with a sigil painted within it, symbols and shapes orbiting the outer ring to where an assembly of nude cultists stood, wearing only masks. Men and women of all ages. They were chanting when Soriya approached with Tamsin and Ian on her arms and that chanting only got louder as they moved toward the circle. Soriya could see that she was the only one still clothed and while she looked around, Tamsin and Ian were disrobing, having been handed their own masks which stood out from the rest, one black and one white while the rest were silver, all except the horned mask of Anton. Soriya could see that they all had tattoos like those on Ian's pale scalp. A young woman stepped over the large circle, crossing it to place a crown on Soriya's head that was made from flowers woven with leaves that gave off an aroma like the flowers and oils that had been added to the spring where Soriya bagged. She said something in a language Soriya had never heard before as she knelt to kiss Soriya's feet one at a time and just below her navel before standing up and joining the rest on the other side.

Ian and Tamsin were both fully nude, standing on either side of Soriya. Three more women came forward from the cluster, carrying bowls and brushes. They also had crowns on their heads with veils that covered their faces. Soriya gasped as one lifted her brush from her golden chalice and began to paint on Soriya's stomach. The liquid she used was warm against Soriya's pale, supple skin. She had expected it to be colder, but noticed the crimson coloration and how it began to coagulate and dry. Soriya cringed, realizing it must be blood. She closed her eyes while the girl worked and the veiled artist would paint sigils in a straight line from her navel to her chin and across each breast to her elbows and then, to her wrists, creating a cross section of symbols on Soriya's body and doing the same tiny ritual that the other girl did on her knees before joining the other two to find a place in the huddled mass of nude cultists, assembling in different areas of circle, spaced apart. As Soriya watched them, she could see the horns of Anton's mask above everyone in the crowd, which parted to allow him to come forward. He was also nude except for his mask, much to Soriya's dismay, and he swung a censer in one hand that billowed smoke that coiled around their bodies before rising to the ceiling. Soriya's eyes moved from Anton to following where the smoke traveled, dancing upward, following the vaulted ceiling to where it flattened and gave way to a large glass pane that allowed the moonlight to shine through, just like in the chasm.

Soriya looked at her arms and stomach and knew those symbols looked familiar once again. Now she was extremely curious as to what was going on. She had surmised that she had been captured by a cult for some kind of ritual, but, despite the strangeness of that conclusion, it failed to explain the creature in the hot spring or why they had gone through all the trouble to kidnap her from her home when they could have easily grabbed any girl walking the streets of the city.

"Welcome to all who have joined our mass this special night. I know that many of you have been waiting for this occasion for your entire lives and are anxious to get started, but I hope that you remember your manners and pay tribute to the guest of honor with your words, your bodies, and your souls,"

Anton was standing on a podium that set him higher than the rest so that he could overlook the swaying and chanting of the crowd. His head was bent down, horns pointed toward the crowd as he began to read from an ancient text in that familiar language that Soriya had yet to place. He would say some words and the cultists would respond with an affirmation that repeated those sounds. Ian and Tamsin were doing the same, their elbows locked with Soriya's on either side of her once again, walking her toward the painted circle with slow and deliberate steps. Anton's horns were pointed at her now, standing in the inner circle with the crowd surrounding her and him at the helm. Tamsin and Ian coaxed her down on the ground so that she laid horizontally across the circles before each one of them grabbed an arm and gently pulled her elbows straight so that her fingertips touched the red-painted edge. Soriya was beginning to feel fear stirring inside her for the first time since the creature had assaulted her in the hot spring.