MIDWINTER OFFERING TO THE EARTH MOTHER

BY LISA

[ part 2 ]

I made myself a pot of tea. I knew I would not be able to sleep before we went for the sacrifice. I tried to do some cross word puzzles but I had trouble focusing. My thoughts kept returning to what would happen that night, what was needed for the ritual sacrifice. How she might react to the reality of the actual pain.

The twilight was a very long one - or at least it seemed longer than usual for me. I knew the way but it would be dark that bight. It would be a quarter moon that night. Not ideal but it was the only time Lisa could get away.

At midnight, I decided it was time to set things in motion. I knocked on the door of Lisa's room. She answered immediately which made me believe she did not sleep either. Through the door, I told her that everything she would need was located in the drawers of the dresser. I told her I would unlock the door and she could go and take a bath and prepare herself in the bathroom down the hall. She would not need her glasses as I would close the door to the hallway. I told her I would return when it was time and I would expect her to be ready with her glasses on firmly so she could not see. She could use a sheet or blanket to keep her naked body warm.

As I filled a water bottle with cold water, I heard her move down the hallway and into the bathroom. Later as I finished another cup of tea, I heard her return to her room. I looked at the clock. I wanted to be ready for the sacrifice at three am. I would need at least a half hour to get her ready, another half hour to an hour to get to the top of the hill - especially in the dark, and a half hour preparation of her body here. It was time to move. I did not finish that cup of tea.

I went down the hall and knocked on the door to her room. It was a signal for her to put on her glasses but I checked to make certain. "Lisa, are you prepared? Do you have you glasses?"

She called out in a voice that had a higher pitch to it than usual. "I am ready sir."

I opened the door and she was standing in the middle of the floor with her glasses on, her legs spread apart so she was open for inspection and her hands at her side with her fingers uncurled. I had to smile. She really was ready. She seemed to be a combination of fear, excitement, nervousness, determination and submission.

I told her to remain where she was but to place her hands on her head with her fingers interlaced. She did as she was instructed with just a hint of puzzled hesitation.

I opened a drawer and took out some skin lotion. I poured a large daub onto the palm of my hand and then started my chores. I used the cream on her skin everywhere I could reach. I covered her arms and shoulders and neck. I used some on her face and I tried to be gentle and slow and sensuous. It was something I had to do. The cream had a lot of vitamin E, the healing vitamin, and I wanted on her skin to help her heal quickly. It was a job I had to do but I found it intensely pleasurable. I loved touching her young, firm flesh.

I could smell the clean skin mixed with the scent of the cream. I loved it when I caressed her ribs along her side and tried not to tickle her. I admit to a sensual arousal, not exactly sexual, but truly sensual, as I covered her small breasts with cream and rubbed across the nubs of her nipples several times. Perhaps I caressed her nipples one or two times more than was needed. Then there was the area just under her ribs which I find is so sensitive in so many people. I used both hands to cover her stomach and to press down on the flesh for her belly button. I stopped there and turned to her back. All along her sides and across the shoulder blades and then, saving the best to the last, my hands almost whispered along the back of her neck and she shivered. From the cold, of course. And then that sensitive area just between her shoulder blades. I made certain there was a lot of cream running along her spine and then over the curve of her ass.

I think she was surprised when I invaded the cleft of her ass and stroked the opening of her anus. The muscles in her ass tense and moved but she kept herself open for me. She was determined. It was a very good sign. I felt more confident as I roamed over her body.

Every part of her body was to be involved in the sacrifice. I turned next to her feet and calves, the back and inside of her kness and along the outside of her thighs. I moved slowly. I wanted her to anticipate where I would go next. I wanted her to think about it.

Finally, I added another daub of cream and caressed the soft, warm skin on the inside of her thighs. First one leg, her left, and then he inside of her right skin. I took my time. She trembled almost constantly now but I was enjoying every moment. I moved up as if to reach the centre of her being but then moved away. I played a dance on her flesh, a caressing striptease.

Higher and higher I moved with every movement of my hands. Finally I withdrew both hands to let her wonder and ache. I waited as long as I felt her anxiety building and then I thrust both hands deep within her legs and covered her entire mound with one go. It was almost a violent intrusion despite the fact she knew it was coming, despite the fact that my hands did not grab or invade her vagina, I heard a sharp intake of her breath and then she exhaled but she was shaky. It was dome.

I stood up and looked at my victim for a moment. I knew I was not done but she did not.

I took out some scarlet red lipstick. Some decoration was in order. I reached out and cupped her breast and lifted so her nipple was thrust out to me. I took care and I covered her nipple and areola with a scarlet red. I looked at my handiwork to see if it was too much. If her areolas were much larger, it would be too garish but I was satisfied with hers. I covered both set of nipples and areolas.

Now for the shock. I told Lisa to get on the bed and spread her legs wide open. I helped her to the side of the bed and then she lay down and with her knees up, she opened herself but not as widely as I wanted. Gently, I pried her knees apart until she was as open for inspection as she could be. However, it was not an inspection I wanted to do.

Once again, I took out the scarlet lipstick and used it to rouge the lips of her vagina.

Even though she was wearing glasses, Lisa turned her head to the side as if she did not want to see what I was doing.

This was not necessary and I had no fetish for lipstick or painted vaginal lips. I wanted to strip her of any shyness she had left. I wanted her to trust me in everything. I wanted her to place her whole, entire being in my hands and I wanted her to believe she had no other options.

She was now the sacrifice. She was not to be lisa. She was not to be a girl from Australia. She was not to be a daughter, a friend, an individual. She was to be the virgin sacrifice. She was to lose all she was in the sacrifice. She was to be nothing more than pain and a scream.

She was almost ready now. I took the robe out of a package and asked her to stand. It was a simple white sheath that would drape from her shoulders. I had her raise her arms and then I put it on her. She wore nothing else.

Then I placed a collar around her neck. I would lead her to the site using a leash and collar.

Finally, I locked her wrists behind her back.

"I did not use her name now. "Are you ready? Do you want to be let free?"

Her words stumbled from her mouth and they reflected the roiling mixture of emotions within her. "Yes. ---I mean -- not to be free --- I mean, I'm ready!"