Novum Initium
Entry posted by Neroth654 in Horror and Cult stories
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Brother and Sister, today we celebrate your membership to our Order. Today, under the star's light and the watch of the Gods of the Veil, we feast. We feast on a massive amount of pure pleasure and pain energies ! In the name of Haran'Saz, the incarnation of delight and agony, we will taste and mutilate this Dull One's body ! In the Name of Sch'Tal, The eternal Husher, we will suck the life out of her weak body and send her soul into the Chapel of the Hush ! Ô Goddesses of the Veil, Sisters of Deviousness, please give us your permission to dive into our deepest passion and perversions in the quiet of death ! From now on, in the name of the Gods of the Veil, you will never leave us.. You'll never leave me. We are you... and you are us. Now, let's explore the Holy Flesh Gift which is given to us. Now we are bound through space and time.
-Wakey wakey... It seems our guest finally woke up...Prepare the shrine, Brother. It's time to offer our gifts to the Goddesses. Now, my sleepy sweetie, drink that, it's a little gift for you. You will thank me later, trust me...
Slowly, as she progressively open her eyes, the first thing she could perceive is a pale unexpressive face staring at her. Her sight gets sharper and sharper, until she can finally say that it is a mask. Her heart is beating and adrenaline's flowing through her veins. She tries to scream and break free, but she realises that she was gagged plus, a firm hand is pressing on her mouth as an arm maintains her on the ground plus some sort of ropes on her wrists.
-Shhhhh, don't try to scream, nobody will hear you anyway...
Said a feminine voice next to her hear. Her breath was so fast and heavy. The other feminine silhouette to her right approaches her face next to her, a slender finger over her ceramic lips. As the moon was bright, she can distinguish the eyes of her attacker, she could feel the sadism and the level of perversion mind behind that human carricature.
Like if a demon was disguising itself to mock mortals.
-The altar is ready, Exarcha.
Said the deep and calm male voice, as she looks around, she sees a third hooded figure, with another one of those unexpressive and terrifying masks.
-Do you know why you are here, Dull one ? Because I chose you. Why you ? Well, Don't you think i'm aware that you were following us? And that wasn’t your first time, was it ? My sister here found your notes, You are very... meticulous. Vigilants of Stendarr, right ? I'm sorry but nobody will save you. You wanted to see who was behind that masks ? Now You will feel it. And you will like it.
The masked woman was touching her shaking breasts, was it because of the cold or the fear ? or both... The snoopy girl is terrified but the caress of her abductress feels like divine's touching. Is she losing her mind ? This was totally not the expected sensation in that kind of situation. Plus she is not into women at all. The confusion is like a tempest in her mind, she doesn't know anymore if she should feel either fear or pleasure ? Anyway, sensation is incredibly sweet and even reassuring.
But suddenly, something less... feminine starts to penetrate her at the same time. The woman starts to panick and scream into her gag until a soft «calm down.. » resounds in her head.It was like the hooded lady was in her mind, which makes the poor captive look at her. The eyes behind the female mask sometimes looked like they turned red but suddenly go back to the amber color she could hardly perceive. This moment was like eating a sweetroll with steel nails. The taste is still sweet and delicious but it hurts and bleed.
The touch of this woman wasn't natural. It looks almost like it's from another world.
-Do you feel that, my dear ? The Goddess touches you through me ! But you don’t deserved pleasure, Dull one. The only thing you deserve is excruciating pain and a slow death. Pleasure is only for the Chosen Ones.
Suddenly, her touching feels like acid burning her skin and what felt that a paradise of pleasure and terror turned into pure hell. The hooded man hurts her and the caress that felt like pure softness now feels like burning.
-Hold her still, sister and you brother, keep going. Feel her despair, feel the Goddesse's touch upon you ! She is with us tonight !
The assaulted woman fighting with all her might as the three hooded cultists are molesting her. Once again, all of a sudden , the burning over her skin fades away to let coming back the sweet and soft touch she enjoyed before it was hell on Earth.
-Shhhh, calm down... my brother and sister are new, be tender and soft with them, would-you ? Feel how they pleasure you, even if you don't deserve it... Aren't we magnanimous ?...
The woman closes her eyes and what was agony and terror is now exctasy and pure joy... Her mind is completly chaotic, bombed by intense mix of sensations, that even the most negative ones become as sweet as honey. Even the guttural grunts of the man, once terrifying are now sounding like romantic moanings and the body of the sister she's on, feels like the most comfortable bed she could dream of.
-I feel you are about to... brother. Mhmm, can you feel the need ? Come on, sister... we will watch.
Both women step aside and sit next to them, disturbingly watching their brother doing his deed while both are touching themselves... The woman is not fighting anymore, even without the divine touch, she is still in another world...Like she was under a very powerful drug’s influence. Although, even a realy good skooma or mushroom cannot create such effect. But that doesn’t matter anymore, the poor Vigilant is too far to come back. The thirsty brother came almost in a minute after the women sat. Being observed while fucking another seems to be something that really turn him on and the Exarcha seems to know all about it.
Even the abused girl had orgasms, many, even. She stayed on the ground, without moving or trying to talk, just some pitiful moanings... Just watching the stars and being high... she doesn't knows anymore where she is or what just happened. Now the group of cultists were standing around her, knives and swords in their hands...
At this moment, it was already too late for the poor woman, the three zealots start to stab her body, make cuttings all over her body, mutilating it, all in bursts of sinister laughters. Once life left the victim's body, they put the corpse, yet warm, on the shrine, letting the blood flow all over it. The energies presents in this place are overwhelming and powerful. So much pain, terror but also exctatic pleasure and exquisite joy.. The perfect cocktail of sensations privileged by the Sisters of Deviousness, the two Dark Goddesses for whom this ritual is intended. Those strong emotional energies are all over the place, opening a gate between the God's Realm and Nirn. The Goddesses are here, watching the scene, now Harania and her new adepts have to celebrate their pact.
They slowly undress but let the masks over their face, for now.
-Heyy, don't stay so far away from us...come on, it's so cold out there...
Harania puts a finger over her lips and says, in hushed tones :
-Remove your masks, now... Let your exctasy reveal itself to us. But don't say a word too loud, we are under the Stat of Silence. Help each other if you need but stay quiet.
The two adepts are obeying, Harania knows how difficult it is, which shows her that her followers show seriousness and great will. Which leaves a smile on the face of their mistress.
The debauchery was intense in this dark part of the woods, while the light slowly penetrates through the leaves of the trees. The bodies contort in positions more obscene than each other, just in front of the mutilated corpse of the Vigilant. Still warm and full powerful energies, increasing the intensity of pleasure... Their heart are beating, their body sweating as the gaze of their Goddesses is upon them. The breach through the dimensions is not large and deep enough for Them to give a sign of Their presense but enough to get into their mind and stimulate their bodies and thoughts, inspiring them even more depraved desires, fantasies and all kind of perversions. Harania loved when her brother licked her, Tonelia couldn’t help but cum while she was both penetrated and fingered.
-Don't break the silence !
Says Harania, in again, hushed tones, hastily covering his brother's mouth to avoid offending their Deity.
The ritual ends when every particpants have reached their Paradisum, in the Octahedron's traditions, it means a very intense orgasm, tremendously increased by the emotional energies present in the area, refined by The Goddess. Harania had to cover her brother's mouth due to his incapacity to stay silent, which is forgivable due the level of pleasure. After his last moaning, the mistress puts her hand off and smile.
There is a very specific calm and quiet in this place. It is like they are in some sort of a bubble, lost in space... only the breathing, sometimes whispers can be heard. It's like everything else disappears, from animals and insects sounds to the wind blowing through the tree leaves . An incredible feeling of safety and peace are surrounding the three Cultists. They are high, still naked, sometimes lying down, sometimes seated, close to each others. Like a familly. At this moment, Harania has a tear falling from her eye that she quicly wipes away... All are Watching the stars going away to let the dawn rise. This is the most beautiful and cheerful moment the Exarcha had in a decade. And the most extreme and exquisite time of revelation and pleasure for the two others. The gift of the Goddess of Silence are now upon them, after the ultimate debauchery and exctasy, now comes the real peace. The only thing they are hearing is some sort of a very relaxing music, made of unkown instruments and sounds. Something coming directly from the God’s Realm. A real divine serenity was offered to them as a gift for the sacrifice. Which also seals their new Pact.
The adepts are now fully members of the Cult. Blessed by the Sisters of Deviousness. They are on their path to become agents of agony and pleasure as givers of merciless death and silence. Brother Dirge and even sister Tonilia who came at first because they were charmed by their mistress luxury and noble airs but now, their attention is True. They are here to be these agents of exctatic agony and murder. The true wealth they were both deeply and secretly inspiring to. Also, there is something very particular given to them. Something unique and beautiful they didn't expect to get by following Harania at first : A family.
Edited by Neroth654
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