MIDWINTER OFFERING TO THE EARTH MOTHER

BY LISA

[ part 4 ]

The time had come for the pain to start, for the sacrifice and the screaming to begin.

She was held up upside down with her legs stretched wide between two trees and her hands spread out and tied to the rocks on the ground. Her body was stretched out as far as it would go. She held a leather strap in her mouth to protect her tongue and teeth but also to reduce the volume of the screaming so the people living nearby would not be disturbed.

12 men and women formed a human ring around her like the astral signs in the sky. I stood inside the ring and I looked down at her face. Her eyes were just allowed to see for the first time that evening. She tried to see the people, strangers all, who surrounded her and watched her sacrifice. It was a sight that must have surprised her. All except me were naked and wearing masks. They had been passing a flask around the circle and each was sipping some potion or brew. What it was I did not know but the effect it was having was obvious. All of the men, old and young, were supporting erections and all erections were pointing at the sacrificial victim.

It was a surprise to me but I hesitated only for a moment.

Each witness held a flashlight and each shone on the victim’s body so all could see. I had set two cameras up and they were filming the ritual.

She looked frightened, anxious, apprehensive, fearful, determined.

I spoke out "I call to the ancient gods of this earth, to the horned male god of the earth and to the Earth Mother of us all. I call you to witness this sacrifice. I call on you to accept this sacrifice of the virgin female who traveled so far to worship you. I call on you to accept her cries of pain..." and now I raised my hand high into the air, gripped the alder rod tightly and slashed through the air as viciously and as strongly as I was able. The rod had to strike evenly. I had taken great care to measure my stroke, to make certain I would lash her precisely where I wanted.

I struck and took a deep breath of satisfaction. I could see the mark. Not yet a welt - a white line where the rod had struck. I took a moment to savor my achievement and to watch the white lines slowly turn red. I knew there would be a lovely welt.

I had stood to one side of her so that my elbow was at a level just above her small breasts. That allowed me to bring down the rod at great speed and very hard. The noise as the rod struck her flesh was almost like a pistol shock - not a thud, not a slap, but something loud, sharp and delicious.

I had not told her where I would strike first. To strike her nipples or her cunnie first would be easy but there would be no build up after that. I wanted to build to a climax. I struck her just where the soft skin of her breasts meets her ribcage. Because the rod was driving down against the bottom of her breasts, the rod drove deep into her breasts so the bones of her rib cage would not be damaged.

She did not scream or cry out. She had been holding her breath and it gasped out of her lungs as if her lungs were on fire. Then she made mewling sounds around the leather strap.

The screaming would come soon. I knew that.