The Ritual Begins...

Rickard's vision was blurry, his eyes lazy and unfocused in the dark room he awoke in. He could smell some sort of musky scent on the air and through his hazy vision he thought he could make out braziers billowing black and purple smoke at the far side of the room. Rickard tried to move his arms and realized he was restrained somehow, barely able to move him arms and legs. He struggled against his bindings and as he did figures imposed themselves on his vision. He could see the outlines of many bodies in the far corners of his vision, creeping ever closer. feminine and masculine shapes slowly slinking towards him through the dusky haze of the smoke and ash in the air. The smell seemed to get even stronger as Rickard pushed and pulled against his restraints, his senses dulling more and more as they did. Rickard tried to steady himself and pour all his energy into a small single strong push towards his freedom, he writhed and groaned and yet the bindings stayed steady. By now Rickard could see the bodies close to him, could hear their low chant and smell the arousal from the many ready bodies around him. He realized then that they were naked. All around him people got close enough to touch, and one woman leaned down over him, close enough to kiss him. She reached her hand down to Rickard's sex, feeling his arousal. Even in the dark Rickard could see her smile.

"He is ready. Brothers and sisters, let the ritual begin!"