High Priestess demands a sacrifice

Slave sacrifices his manhood in terrifying ritual castration

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High Priestess demands a sacrifice !

He had been such a good slave. Endured her every whim and fancy with
 a benign peace that sometimes chilled her. Withstood extreme cock 
and ball torture with barely a whimper. But now, he was to be given
 in sacrifice and soon there would be no balls to torture, just
 smooth bare skin. That is, if he survived this night. 


His totally accepting and compliant nature, combined with his high
 tolerance for pain had been noticed by the Coven and the High
 Priestess had selected him personally. Mistress Joyce explained to
 him the three pains he would experience that night and warned him of
 the consequences. He accepted without hesitation, knowing that his
 sacrifice would bring her great honour.


In his early forties, he was muscular and tanned, with large penis
 and balls. His sack was long, full and pendulous with its heavy and
 precious cargo carried low. A configuration which had made access
 all the better for their ball torture sessions. Tonight he looked
 truly magnificent. During the day, the minor priestesses had
 attended him, using creams to remove absolutely every hair on his
 body, save for the thick mane on his head and his eyebrows. He had
 been oiled and perfumed from head to toe and over the last few days
 he had engaged in a fat stripping diet, the result of which could be
 seen in the clear, taut outlines of his impressive musculature.
 Gasps of admiration rippled through the assembly as he was led by
 leash to the centre podium. 


He knelt between two candles and watched passively as the High
 Priestess Nera approached him. She was charged for the event. Deep
 in a drug induced trance, she stood before him and commanded him to
 stand. Without looking, she reached her hand out and back  and a
 small knife was placed in her palm. This she gave to him. She
 brought his hand to her right breast and  pressed the blade to her
 nipple. As one of her attendants cracked an ampule of amyl nitrate
 under her nostrils, she stands erect and waits. He makes the small
 cut he had been shown earlier by the attendant priestesses. A small
 stream of blood rolls down her breast, then down her belly to
 disappear in her trimmed pubic bush before dripping in small
 splattering droplets between her feet. 


“I am the wet-nurse of my Coven, feed from me !” she commanded.
 With this he kneels before her, takes the bloodied nipple into his
 mouth and begins to suckle. She cradles his head and strokes his
 hair with a look of absolute joy and fulfilment on her face. When he
 had stemmed the flow, she gently withdrew from him.


She kneels before him, producing a large silver ring. She cups his
 testicles, holding them in her palm and slips the ring over his
 hardening penis. At the base of this ring, attached to a small loop
 is a single thin strand of gold wire. She wraps this around the top
 of his scrotum and tightens with sufficient turns to partially
 restrict blood flow to the testes. 


She waves her hand once generally in the direction of the floor and
 at the signal, attendants tie his ankles to rings set into the
 ground three feet apart. His wrists are lashed to an overhead bar
 which is then tensioned so that he is stretched tight. 


She reaches into her hair and removes a large polished steel clip,
 placing it on the floor at her feet. As her hair cascades down her
 shoulders, light shimmers off the clip, highlighting the savage
 curved prongs, each one sharpened to a needle thin point. She
 stands, kisses him full on the lips and in a firm voice, whispers
 “For three pleasures, three pains”. 


She kneels again and sucks his engorged penis into her mouth. Pumping
 the shaft with her left hand whilst scratching his testicles with
 the long nails of her right. Yet another ampule is cracked beneath
 her nostrils and her movements become frenzied and savage. She looks
 up to him and speaks breathlessly, begging him to spill seed all
 over her. Her hand is a blur, pumping his shaft. Small whimpers of
 frustration, desire and urgency  escape her. She is writhing,
 humping his leg between hers, grinding her clitoris against his
 shin, groaning. Finally he feels himself building to the explosion,
 she senses it also and reaches down for the clip at her feet.  With
 some effort, she squeezes the jaws apart against the tension of the
 large spring within, then raises the terrible implement to his groin
 until the prongs are positioned at his low hanging testes. She sucks
 his engorged penis into her mouth and the first of his seed spurts
 forth in sticky globs. As the second spurt begins to coat her
 tongue, she  triggers the clip and the jaws bite deeply into his
 balls. 

A series of sharp needle pricks shoot through him. The pain causes
 him to gasp aloud, yet the sensation is delicious and extremely
 erotic to him thus triggering a third mighty ejaculation which
 strikes her face so hard it spatters. He lets out a groan and his
 meatly log begins to soften as he slumps in his bonds.


She reaches up and twists the gold wire around his testes twice more,
 completely restricting bloodflow, but not breaking the skin of his
 scrotum. He writhes slightly in response, but no sound escapes him
 despite the discomfort he must now be feeling.


An object, covered by a red silk handkerchief is placed on the ground
 before the High Priestess. She uncovers it to reveal a 10 ounce
 stainless steel weight with a fine piano-wire noose attached. 
 Moving behind him, she kneels again and extends her middle and index
 fingers. She pushes these into his oiled rectum, reaching high to
 find his prostate gland and begins to massage gently. Almost
 instantaneously, his limp penis swells and soon stands proud and
 rigid. She strokes harder with long smooth movements and the gland
 engorges, his penis begins bobbing uncontrollably before him as
 another orgasmic spasm takes hold.


Mistress Joyce approaches now and kneeling before him, continues to
 bring him to orgasm with her fingers and tongue. Removing her own
 fingers, the High Priestess loops the wire noose above the steel
 clip and around his testicles, supporting the weight in her hand. 


Mistress Joyce works tirelessly. Small excited squeals form in her
 throat, building in pitch and intensity as she feels his orgasm
 building. Holding out her hand, she takes the heavy weight in her
 palm. Suddenly she lets out small excited yelp as once again he
 explodes into a warm and attentive mouth. Immediately she drops the
 weight, the noose bites deep into his skin as the heavy weight
 reaches the end of its tether. He chokes back a scream, muffles it
 in his throat.


His pain is now intense. The heavy weight has closed and tightened
 the noose, pulling it so taut that blood flows freely where the wire
 has cut. The clip has also been dragged down with the force. The
 jaws have ripped his sack and droplets of blood now form where the
 sharp points have torn him. Two more turns are twisted into the high
 placed gold wire and a cold burning sensation throbs thru his blood
 starved testicles. 


“Let me free you of this pain” she whispers. “Come for me just
 one last time and I will end this torture for you swiftly and
 quickly. All you need do is beg me to do so”


He is exhausted. Two attendants come forward and in turns they break
 amyl nitrate ampules under his nostrils whilst she strokes his penis
 and sucks hard on his tiny nipples. After a short while, he attains
 another half hearted erection and she pours warm oil over his penis.
 The soothing sensation makes him sigh with relief. Then she takes
 hold of his member and begins to stroke him firmly. All the while
 she is whispering in his ear. Telling him of her love for him, how
 she wants to end this torture and offering him release from the
 pain. He responds to her, feebly at first, but soon his groans grow
 louder and once again, a spasm takes hold of him. She kneels whilst
 continuing to stroke him. In a firm voice she says “Tell me when
 you want the pain to end… let me give you relief… beg me to
 emasculate you and I will… and then the pain stops… I promise
 you…”


He had been hovering at the brink, but her promise took him crashing
 over the edge. He let out a long, deep groan as his penis pulsed and
 a clear, sticky fluid announced the beginning of the end. He was
 coming and it signalled for him the approaching fulfilment of his
 primal urge for his own emasculation. The pleasure was extremely
 intense even though his balls were now dead and unable to deliver
 any seed to make this last offering complete. The orgasm ripped
 through him and his entire body spasmed as he let out an animalistic
 scream…… “Now !!!  Now !!!” he cried urgently “Take my
 balls, make me your worthless, neutered slave… cut me… release
 me… please… NOW before its too late !!!”


With that the High Priestess took hold of the heavy weight swaying
 between his legs and with a mighty effort, jerked down in one sharp,
 deliberate thrust. The fine piano wire slices through his scrotum
 with almost no resistance. He feels the tug and knows what is being
 done to him. He lets out one joyous roar which lingers for a few
 seconds. Then the pain is gone. 


The High Priestess holds his maleness in her palm. She kisses each
 ball gently and lovingly. She caresses the scrotum as though he
 might still feel the pleasure of her touch there. A small brazier is
 brought forward and she drops the parcel gingerly into the middle of
 the flames where it sizzles, each teste bursts in the intense heat
 and eventually burns to a cinder. 


The High Priestess has had her offering.