MIDWINTER OFFERING TO THE EARTH MOTHER

BY LISA

[ part 3 ]

Getting to the top of the hill is not that easy at night. There is no road to the top and you have to cross fields to get to the hill and then climb the path to the top. Fortunately, the land to the north of the hill is much higher than the valley to the south.

I parked the car on the grass near a gate to the field. I turned off the lights and got out of the car and closed the door. I waited until my eyes adjusted to the dark. I looked up to see if the moon was out and if I could see stars. Clouds covered most of the sky but I could see stars in small patches. The air was very fresh and damp after a rain shower earlier in the evening.

I brought the slave out of the car but kept her glasses on and her hands tied behind her back. I took off her robe so that she was naked for all to see. I had her open her mouth wide and inserted a leather strap and tied it tightly around her head. This would protect her tongue and teeth as she contorted and her muscles spasm with the pain. The strap also would help to reduce the volume of her screams so nearby residents would not call the police. I loped the ropes and the straps around her neck and over her shoulders. I tied the bundle of tools around her waist. She is small but I saw no reason why she should not carry the instruments used in her own sacrifice.

Once I attached a leash to her collar, I led her to a gate and helped her climb awkwardly over the gate. On the other side was a pasture and I could see a small herd of cows looking at us with little interest.

I had to walk slowly because the slave found it hard going to walk at the end of a leash in her bare feet and on a rough path. The rain had made the path quite muddy and she had a problem slipping and keeping her balance. She fell to her knees thee times but I help her regain her feet and we trudged slowly on and up. It was a good thing I had left earlier than I thought necessary.

The climb up the side of the hill was even slower. Here there were stones on the path and her feet were suffering. By the top of the climb, even though I could not see in the dark, I was certain she was leaving a small blood trail from the cuts and scratches on her feet. I had to stop so she could catch her breath again. It had been a hard climb for her. The full realization of what she was doing must be filling her mind and soul by now. This was no longer a game or a fantasy.

At the top of the hill there is a ruined church and a cemetery. At the edge of the hill on the other side is a small woods and I led her to that area. She would be sacrificed there.

I looked at my watch again. Time was getting short. I had a quick look around. There were few lights in the area around the hill. At 2:30 in the morning, most of the lights were yard lights etc. I could not see any lights that indicated someone would be up.

I looked over at the hill just across the valley and outlined in the dim starlight. Then I took a long slow look about the hill where I was. This had been one of the most important religious centers. Christianity had tried to appropriate this hill and its religious aura but the ruined church seemed to be a profound statement of its failure.

Everything was ready. I used a torch to see the ropes and the pulleys I had set up earlier in the morning. I brought a nylon rope and pulley used by climbers -very strong but light and easy to use. However, I did not want anything not designed or created by nature. I would not allow the nylon ropes to touch her skin and spoil the sacrifice to the Earth Mother.

I tied a thick, hemp rope around her ankles. It was difficult as I was not used to working with such ropes. However, I wrapped the rope around her ankles several times and tied the rope into a knot. Then I formed a loop and tied the nylon rope around the hemp rope.

Next, I unlocked her hands and tied the same hemp rope around each wrist and tied the nylon ropes to the hemp one.

I look at my watch. Had to move quickly. Fortunately the mountain climbing rope and pulley made it easy to lift her from the ground.

I stood back to catch my breath and to relax for a moment. The nylon ropes were tied to two trees and as she was hauled up from the ground, her legs were forced to spread wide and opening up her vagina like a night flower eager to be pollinated.

She was upside down and she needed a bit of time to get used to being upside down. Even in the dim starlight she looked extraordinary stretched out like a St Andrew's cross, a large X.

Another glance at my watch and it was just minutes before 3 am - the hour of the sacrifice.

Quickly, I put on my all black robe, took out a needle and pricked my finger so I could produce some blood. I stepped forward and placed a drop of blood on her stomach just above her womb. I placed another on her forehead. My blood on her to join her in her sacrifice.

And then the moment of truth for her. Another 12 fingers placed blood on her stomach at the same time and anointed her head. I reached down and removed her glasses.

She could not speak because of the leather strap but she quickly realized we were not alone. It took some doing on my part but I managed to find some witnesses. So many did not want to witness this sacrifice. However, after many phone calls, I tracked down a man and woman who were into the darker aspects of ancient religions. They ran an herb store, a place that sold ingredients for alternative medicines and so on. The whole family were involved - mother, father, two daughters and a younger son. They arranged for others to join us and flew from England to be here this night.

12 witnesses and me. 13 present for the sacrifice. All except me were naked. All had joined their blood to her sacrifice.

The 12 passed a flask of some potion among them and each drank with some eagerness. I did not. I wanted to be very alert to make certain she was safe.

I reached down to my instruments and picked up a nice long supple and vicious looking alder switch. I tried it out in the air to find the right balance. I wanted the first stroke to be perfect.

I looked at my watch. 3 am. It was time for the pain.