HIGH PRIEST

Sacrifice, rape M/f

    It was going to be a good service. Everything was in place. All that was needed now was for the inner circle to finish gathering. The Church of Sargan was really two in one. This was fitting because Sargan was also. One face was that of the Father, the provider, the shepherd. The other face was that of the Harvester, of death. Most followers of Sargan only knew of the Father. He was worshipped in every church by all members. As a good father he demanded certain things of his children. Those under sixteen were to remain chaste and obey their parents in all things. Those over sixteen were to be faithful to their spouses, to live sober, productive lives, and to tithe to the church. That is not say they were required to be dull and cheerless. Quite the opposite. Three out of four services were held to the sounds of singing and dancing, praising the god with cheerful voices. The fourth, held on the new moon was different. A shepherd  wished his flock to grow and a good father knows that pressures must be released. As each member arrived for the service he or she was given a mask and a number. They would remove all clothing before entering the sanctuary. Where those with like numbers would be paired up. Then to the sounds of music and praise there would be a gentle orgy. Because balance was important in all things the lesser priests and priestesses would act as partners to the odd man or woman out. They were also the ones that welcomed those members turning sixteen by teaching them about sex and on the first new moon after their sixteenth birthday they would be made love to as the opening part of the fourth service. 
    The inner circle was found only in the temples of the larger cities. Secret to death it worshipped the Harvester. It’s members were very carefully chosen and always half men and half women. Bound by oaths unto death they also were the source of the priests and priestesses. There were only three ways a member could leave the inner circle. To become a member of the clergy, to transfer to a different temple [ but only if there was an opening] or to die. Under each temple was a series of secret rooms. A second and smaller sanctuary, a crypt, storerooms, and cells. Tonight was the night of the most important ceremony of them all. Timed to fall on the first dark of the moon after the first killing frost in the fall it was a sacrifice to thank Sargan and to present him with a gift signifying his right to harvest his flock. The temple in the city of Griest was not the largest but it was the oldest and thus had a special responsibility. Tonight there would be the forty six members of the inner circle, two priests, two priestesses ,  the high priest, and the sacrifice. 
    Finally all were present. Clad in only dark robes and masks the inner circle members were paired at the twenty three lesser alters. The high priest stood at the foot of the main alter as the sacrifice was brought in. her white robe stark among the darker robes of the worshippers.
She was one of three procured for tonight’s service. Picked as the finest of the three it was she would serve the god. Laid on the alter and held by the lesser clergy her robe was cut from her body while she tried to fight. Once she was naked the high priest began. 
    She was checked for a maidenhead and one was confirmed. He then removed his robe and looked at the body spread before him. She was young as the ceremony demanded a just nubile virgin. One just budding and comely. As he watched and began the chant a priestess knelt before him and prepared his member. A priest knelt at the virgin’s crotch and prepared her as well. The chant built. It was time. The inner circle members removed their robes and the women laid back on the lesser alters and spread their legs. As the virgin was entered for the first time so to did the pairs join together. Her screams joined the chant and the sounds of forty eight people fucking. The chant grew louder and faster. The bodies moved in time with it. Faster and with more need. The end was near. The chant stopped. The wet sounds of sex and rape joined with the useless screams of the sacrifice as the tempo quickened toward the climax. The high priest began to count backward from ten. At one every man sprayed his seed into his partner. Lost among the sounds of climax was the soft gasp of the young girl as the razor sharp dagger slipped easily through her tender flesh under her breastbone. Pushed expertly into her heart by the high priest and then worked from side to side and up and down to slash and cut her heart into pieces. She shuddered and died in time with his last squirts of seed into her. Her arms and legs were released by the ones holding her before the last two couples laid on the floor or either side of the alter and coupled to complete the ceremony. 
   Her blood was used to make the mark of Sargan on each of those present before they left. As the high priest watched her body being washed and placed in the crypt he once more gave thanks for a good service. Saran was pleased.