The Sacrifice

This short story came to me as an inspiration here on Thanksgiving Day. It is solely from my imagination, but references some of the issues that undergird many ancient rituals - including the Eleusinian Mysteries - that is the giving of the thanks and the supplication for continued blessing into the future. May we all be blessed going forward into the unknown future.

The Sacrifice

By LadyKaren50

Ninna was still shivering as she stood in front of her mirror in the cabin following her cold, outdoor shower. With a towel still wrapped around her shoulders and another wrapped around her body she stood gazing at herself as she was slowly warmed by the fire in the fireplace. This would probably be her last shower until the spring since by late November it was already very cold in the north wilderness where her family lived in community. Having been settled in this location only about 20 years before, Ninna had known life in the mountains of the old country and the voyage across the sea as a girl. And after disembarking she was part of the hike and finally the settling up in the north of what they called the "New World." At this time their settlement was as far away from the radical, violent Puritan pilgrims as the community could get.

Their community was one of the last remaining animist communities in Europe, but conditions had gotten so difficult that they had had to abandoned the homeland where they had lived for centuries and move to the New World in order to find the freedom to live according to the traditions of their culture. This new life was difficult in a new place, especially at first. But the community was a strong and loving community. And, not only that but they had been able to partner with some of the Native peoples and this mutually productive and protective relationship had kept them alive and thriving, when other colonies farther south had failed.

And they certainly had become a thriving community, so much so that the population had doubled in a generation. This had required that the community split a few years previous, so that about 25 adults or so had moved west and set up a new settlement that left the old settlement with a more comfortable 28 adults, not counting the many children. All of this together had enabled this ancient community to maintain their traditions and rituals.

As she stood in front of the mirror, Ninna had finally warmed up enough to drop the towel from around her body and pull off the one from around her shoulders. Standing there she looked at her naked body. Being a mother and having birthed 11 children over the years had taken a toll and her large breasts which once had stood so proudly and plump on her chest now sagged low. She gently cupped and lifted them as her 20 year old son Nita burst through the door carrying fire wood.

Surprised Ninna covered her breasts with her arm, "Nita, you shouldn't burst into rooms like that. It isn't proper to see your old mother like this."

Dropping the firewood, the recently married young man looked at her with a smirk, "Well, mother, I will be seeing much more of you than this if you are chosen as the sacrifice."

At the mention of the upcoming ritual, Ninna blushed and felt a shiver. "Oh nonsense. They aren't going to choose me."

"Why not?" Another deep voice came from the doorway. It was Ninna's husband Tilmun. "We have been married for many years and you are the mother of many children. And, you have never been chosen, except to serve as an attendant. You have earned it!"

"But I am the school teacher and I serve as secretary to the Master and the council."

"All the more reason for you to be honored in this way."

Ninna picked up her towels and tossed them on a nearby chair. She knew that within the community the yearly sacrificial victim was chosen from the older mothers whose lives reflected the fertility which was essential for the survival of the community. Currently within the settlement there were only 9 women who would qualify and of those there were only two who had never been chosen before, herself and Daria, her sometimes friend, who more often served as her nemesis. The idea of being chosen both frightened and excited Ninna. "Well," she said nervously after some time, "I guess we will see."

"Come, Nita, let us leave your mother to prepare herself for the harvest festival."

Taking a kiss from both men as they left the room, Ninna returned to the mirror. It was very possible, she mused. This could be her year. She felt her heart rate increase at the thought; her nipples hardened and she felt moisture between her legs. A part of her was embarrassed at the thought, but another part of her desperately desired the honor and the privileges that would come her way as a result. Each year a matron, an older woman who had been married and the mother of multiple children was chosen as the community sacrifice. The ritual was designed to both serve as a thanksgiving to the spirits for keeping the community safe, alive and fertile. But it also served as a supplication to invoke the spirit's good will and blessing for the year to come. Coming as it did at the end of harvest time, in late November, it was obvious that one implication of the rite was for crop and animal fertility, which was necessary for the health of the community. But it also referred to the fertility of the human couples, especially newly married couples - like her son Nita and his new wife Sagmi. Both of whom would have a role in this coming ritual, since they had married only a few months ago, right after Sagmi had celebrated her 18

th

birthday.

Taking the time to apply scented oil, Ninna slowly prepared her body for the ritual. She wore a long white skirt, which was fastened in back at the waist along with a tight blue bodice with buttons in front. The bodice was tight enough to display her curves, but still comfortable enough to be worn with nothing underneath. Finally on her head she wore a bonnet with a tail of fabric which flowed down her back just below her shoulders. The bonnet covered her head so that Ninna's long hair was pulled back and tied into a bun. Taking a deep nervous breath Ninna left her small room and said good night to her children, leaving final instructions with the older girls who would be serving as minders while she and Tilmun along with Nita and Sagmi were away.

Finally, Nita opened the door of the cabin and they all stepped into the cold dusk headed to the banquet and subsequent ritual at the Gathering Hall.

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As the community gathered and the banquet began at least two women ate quietly with some apprehension. Ninna sat between her husband and son and ate quietly. Occasionally she would stare across the table at Daria who was sitting with her two daughters and her husband. The two women were roughly the same age, but were often at odds with one another. On this evening however, Ninna could sense that the two of them were bound together in a rather odd and mystical way. At one point when Daria left the table to replenish the ale pitcher of her family, Ninna took the opportunity to do the same.

Meeting in the corner where the jugs of ale were lined up on a table, Ninna spoke first, "Daria, you look lovely this evening. I suspect you are anticipating a special honor to be bestowed upon you and your family tonight."

Hearing the tremble in her voice, Daria looked into Ninna's eyes and took her hand. "Oh no, not me. Not this year."

"Well, then who? Hilli? Shimin? Girin?"

Daria began to pour the ale into Ninna's pitcher, before filling her own. She stopped and looked into Ninna's eyes and smiled. "It will be you! I hope you are prepared?" She laughed softly, "I hope that Nita is also prepared."

Ninna turned white, even as she felt a wave of arousal course through her body almost causing her to almost drop the pitcher. She could only stare as Daria smiled, picked up her pitcher and returned to her family.

Slowly Ninna returned quietly to her place as the sounds of celebration became more and more loud and boisterous. The eating was done, the ale was being poured. The men in particular were feeling relaxed and happy, so they were getting loud. It had been a good year and now it was time to insure their bounty would continue for another year.

Soon the Master called upon them all to quiet down for a moment. Finally, when he had the attention of the community, he invited everyone to finish up the meal and join him in the adjacent hall for the ritual, which would commence shortly.

The Ritual Hall, as it was known, was a large hall with a raised platform against the back wall, upon which a large altar was placed. On this occasion the altar was covered with soft colorful fabric and pillows. Bundles of produce were placed in the corners around the altar and next to the altar there were two pairs of simple steps - two on each side of the altar. Slowly as the mugs were drained the community slowly began to file into the Ritual Hall.

Ninna was trembling as she stood waiting. She felt like crying, but tried to the best of her ability to find her deep store of courage and fortitude that would enable to her to stand confident awaiting whatever was to come. Flanked by her husband and son, Tilmun reached down and took his wife's hand and gently held it to his lips and kissed her hand. He looked into her eyes. Ninna returned the glace and could see there what she was expecting. Deep love and respect, for certain, but not only that. Tilmun was a member of the community council. He knew who would be chosen. And Ninna could see it in his eyes. She would be the sacrifice! Her eyes began to brim with tears as the Master called everyone to silence again.

Slowly and with great gravitas the Master began to recount the story of the community from the beginning of time, as it were: the initial mythical foundation of the community, the spirit's beneficence over the years, the importance of the various community rituals - but none as important as the yearly sacrifice at harvest time. This sacrificial ritual would insure that the spirits would continue to bless the community with fertility and life into the future.

"Each year a victim must be chosen." The Master intoned, "The yearly victim must be a woman who embodies the values of the community and represents the gift of fertility. Therefore, it is to be a matron - no younger than 35 years and no older than 45. A woman with children. A woman who has through her life and way of living has demonstrated her commitment to the health of the community. This year the council has chosen...

He paused. Tilmun squeezed Ninna's hand...

"...has chosen... Ninna the wife of Tilmun. Ninna who is our community's school teacher and serves as secretary to the council and to myself. Ninna, please come forward."

Taking a deep breath, Ninna stood for a moment and then took a slow series of steps towards the altar. She stopped in front of the Master who stood on the platform and bowed by bending her knee and placing her hand on her heart. Then she stood and stepped up on to the platform facing the Master.

Taking her hands, the Master smiled at her, kissed both of her hands and both cheeks before turning her outward so that she faced the community which was in the process of shifting their position so that they could all get a good view of what was about to occur.

"Nita, please come forward." Ninna could not even look at her son as he approached the altar platform. "Nita, you know what you are expected to do. Please prepare the sacrificial victim."

Nita simply nodded as Ninna stood with her arms at her side looking straight ahead. Scanning her body for a moment Nita finally stepped behind his mother and unbuttoned the buttons that held her skirt closed around her waist in the back. One by one the young man undid the buttons and unfastened his mother's skirt. As she loosened her skirt he took the fabric of the waist band into his hand and held it until he had finished with the three buttons. Once the skirt was undone, he let go of the fabric expecting it to fall to her feet. But instead, it fell only slightly getting caught on her wide hips. Tugging the fabric slightly was enough to pull the skirt past her hips. It fell and pooled at her feet. Ninna stepped out of her skirt leaving it laying on the platform. She stood before the community naked from the waist down. Between her legs her womanhood was covered in a downy patch of dark pubic hair. But nevertheless, her thick pussy lips and the slit between them was visible and the hairs between her legs glistened with drops of moisture.

As Nita came around to the front of his mother, she closed her eyes as he began to unbutton her bodice. With some difficulty he finally finished undoing all the buttons that held her blue bodice together. Leaving her bodice hanging open in front he again stepped behind her and tugged it so that it opened all the way, exposing Ninna's breasts as the garment slipped down her arms and fell to the floor, joining her skirt. Lastly, he put one hand on her bonnet and was about to pull when he realized that it was tied under her chin. Carefully he pulled the string to untie it and then pulled off her bonnet. Bending over, he picked up her skirt, her bodice and bonnet in his arms. Then after kissing his mother on the cheek he stepped down from the platform and left her facing the community naked.

She opened her eyes and scanned the crowd filled with friendly, smiling faces. All faces of her friends. And they were gazing at her in all her exposed nakedness. She was proud of her body. She had born 11 children and had nursed them all. Her once plump breasts now hung down from her chest with the now enlarged and rubberized nipples pointing towards the floor. She was relatively thin, but her hips were wide and her ass was still plump. Her pussy was tingling and Ninna could feel its moisture beginning to leak.

"Take your position, please..." The Master spoke softly to her.

Immediately Ninna turned and stepped towards the altar. She placed a foot on the makeshift steps and carefully climbed up on to the altar. It was awkward for her, but she managed not to fall and arrived on top of the altar on her hands and knees, causing her pendulous breasts to hang down and sway back and forth. Slowly and with some difficulty she turned herself around and finally lay on her back. Positioning a pillow under her head and another under her knees she closed her eyes as she felt her arms taken by men from the council and secured with ropes. Afterwards she felt their hands on her ankles as they were tied with her legs pulled open so that her wet vulva was now gaping open and on display.

"Nita, newly married and desirous of success and fertility come and spread your seed first."

There were four makeshift sets of steps: one by the Ninna's head and one close to her open legs on both sides of the altar. Before stepping on the steps Nita pushed down his britches and pulled out his hard cock so that as he stepped up on the first step his cock gently trembled and bounced as he took that step. When his cock was at the same level as his mother's head and he took it in his hand and set it upon her lips. She slowly turned her head towards him and opened her mouth, taking her son's cock into her mouth she began to lick and suck it as best as she could at that odd angle. For his part Nita moved his cock back and forth over her lips, letting his cock slip into her mouth and into her cheek from time to time. After doing this for a few minutes Nita pulled his cock away from his mother, leaving her mouth open and searching like a baby bird looking for food. Nita stepped up another step so he stood above his mother. Then he took hold of his hard cock and slowly began to rub. He was offered oil, he declined it and just continued to masturbate over top of his mother increasing the speed and intensity of his stroking until with a grunt he tensed as a white ribbon of semen burst from his cock and splattered on her chin and mouth. Again, a second burst of cum hit her left breast. A third splattered above her upper lip and on her nose. Since she was tied, she could not do wipe the cum away, but did slip her tongue out to lick some of his cum away from her mouth.

When he was done, he spoke loud enough for the community to hear him. "I honor the sacrifice and beg the spirits to bless me and my family with fertility and life." And with that he climbed down from the altar. Soon the men in the community had lined up to take their turn. First the Master himself covered Ninna's cunt with his cum. Next came the other members of the council, except for Tilmun, Ninna's husband. Following the members of the council the older members of the community took their turn. Afterwards came the remaining men of the community, especially the younger newly married men. Each of them patiently waited their turn with their hard cocks in hand; each of them taking a turn ascending the steps so that they were standing over top of the community's school teacher. Most chose to use the oil provided as they commenced enthusiastically to rubbing their cocks until they shot their cum upon Ninna's body. Lastly, before descending and giving their place to the man next in line they would repeat the ritual prayer statement that Nita had spoken. This would ensure blessings for the community for the coming year.

By the time they were all done Ninna was covered in a white sticky fluid - the combined semen of all the men of her community. Her face was covered so that she could not even open her eyes, and though she used her tongue to keep mouth clear enough to breath, the rest of her face, her nose, her breasts, her tummy, her pussy, her thighs, even her hair were all covered with cum which slowly began to drip down her body onto the altar until she could feel it saturating the fabric and the pillows that she was laying on, wetting her back and ass in the process.

Again, the master spoke: "The maiden attendants, please come forward to accomplish your tasks and beseech the spirits for fertility and good fortune for the new year." At that moment 6 newly married young women emerged from the banquet hall, one of which was Ninna's new daughter in law, Sagmi; and another was Daria's youngest daughter, Zara. They were also naked, but they each wore a garland of flowers. The crowd parted as they danced towards the altar. When they had arrived on the platform the steps now were removed and the young women took their places next to Ninna and using their hands began to rub and wipe the cum all over her face and breasts and body. Drawing their fingers through the semen in circles they would scoop some from Ninna's body and lick it from their hands.

Soon the other young women, those not chosen to be attendants but who nevertheless desired a blessed came forward to the attendants. They bent over and pushed their faces into the cupped hands, licking the cum contained in therein so that some of the cum covered their faces even as they lapped at the semen in the attendant's hands. In between each female suppliant the maidens would again caress and massage the cum into Ninna's skin and body, essentially mixing the cum of all the men together. They had initially cleared her face, so she could open her eyes and breath through her nose. But they also used their own tongues to lick the cum especially from Ninna's face. By the end of the ritual every woman of the community had been given the opportunity to partake of the sacred semen elixir.

Again, the Master spoke, "I now call forth the Matron attendant. Daria, come forward." Ninna was surprised when Daria walked forward. Arriving on the platform she also removed her skirt and bodice so that she stood naked for before the community. Daria was shorter than Ninna. Her breasts were smaller, but they, like Ninna's, had nursed multiple children so they were also saggy and her nipples were elongated and rubbery. She had tummy folds, a nice sized ass and a thick light brown bush, covering her thick pussy lips. Once the community had seen her naked, she knelt on a pillow that had been put on a box between Ninna's legs and she bent in and began to gently kiss and lick Ninna's vulva. She started with kisses, and pulled Ninna's dark hairs with her lips. Moving then to flicking Ninna's pussy folds with her tongue she eventually reached up and pulled Ninna's lips wide open, as though they were flower petals. Once opened Ninna's clitoris was fully on display and Daria began to gently lick her all around her vulva until she slowly began to flick and kiss her clitoris. After toying with it, she slowly sucked Ninna's clit into her mouth while at the same time she pushed two fingers into her vagina. Fingering her while she sucked her clit, Daria nursed Ninna's clitoris until Ninna was moaning and whimpering and thrashing at her bonds all while the other attendants had continued their massaging of Ninna's semen covered body during all of this, while the men looked on with awe at the spectacle.