A dirty rite

The situation needed a quick decision - Lara put on the gold dust covered cloak in spite of her aversion to the feeling of the fabric drenching the semen from her perky breasts. She left the room carefully by a corridor lighted up by torches. There were a few wooden
doors on both walls but she felt better not to try them. At the first crossway she almost ran into a group of four monks. She didn’t have time even to hood her face but it seemed they were waiting for her, or better to say they had mistaken her for somebody else. She could understand many words of their speech; they spoke some dialect of the language she learnt quite well on her earlier trips to Nepal, though these monks looked more of hindu race than chinese or tibethan.

They spoke about some sacrifice, following the ceremony of purification and - this was the most important part in her opinion - after which she would be free to leave the cloister as another chosen
lucky girl.

• I wonder what they mean about this rite, but a bit more luck always comes handy, thought Lara
  sarcastically.
• Maybe I should have studied more ethnology between my courses on archeology. OK, I'll put the bunch of flowers before their god's statue as a good virgin. I hope I will not be needed to chant some dumb hymn. I hated also the school-chorus. But what could be that ceremony of purification? I would take a bath readily to wash this drying filthiness off my tits, without witnesses, of course..." She glanced at the monks a bit nervously.

The men lead her into a little chamber with many candles. There stood a thick stone altar, three feet in height and forming a simple prism. It was carved and Lara recognised the raw motives.

• Phallic symbols, just the ones I saw in that little museum in Darjeeling." thought she andsuddenly felt a little uneasy.

On top of the altar stood a fine silver chalice among six candles. It was a fine piece of artwork, almost half a pint in volume.

The leader of the monks gestured to Lara, who understood he wanted her to take off the cloak. Lara hesitated for a few seconds but did not intended to get to know more closely the ornamental daggers hanging on the monks' side. Lara bared her upper body. She blushed in her shame and what was even worse, she felt her nipples getting hard in the cold air. The men were surprised and happy seeing more of her - no doubt, they did not know their maiden for the rite would be a white woman, and of so great quality. They stared at her beauty with hungry eyes. The leader stepped to Lara and grabbed her tits. Lara was frozen with fright and anger. She closed her eyes to keep back her
tears and clenched her teeth. The man grasped the wonderful breasts for awhile, pinching her nipples. Lara heard him talk to the others about how pleasureful and satisfying this examination was, and there had never ever been such an excellent sacrifice maid. He stopped fondling her and ordered Lara to kneel in front of the altar. Lara was glad of the chance to not look at them; she had never been so humiliated before. Naked in public, her firm breasts subjects to men's viewing pleasure and that eager touch on her immaculate skin!

She looked back over her shoulder and could hardly hide her hatred but realized that the monks had pulled out the daggers and were helding them up in a certain traditional way. Lara was sure they were ready to kill her if she refused that... purge or what. To her surprise the leader, though in an authoritative tone, ordered no more than to just drink up the chalice. Lara took it off the altar; it was tepid at touch. She drew it near to her face, noticed its
smell and felt as if her belly was punched in. Her mouth went dry and she looked into the chalice in horror and disgust.

• Oh no, great God! Please, no, just not that!" thought Lara in despair, unwillingly giving out a soft whimper.

But it was that.

The chalice was full of warm semen.