An evil sacrifice

Just at the range of the bluelight you see the glimmer of metal gleaming in the eerie blue light. Moving cautiously into the elliptical room allows you to make out the forms of several figures against the far wall of the chamber. Three women, dressed in torn rags that expose much of their pale skin hang motionlessly from chains that bight cruelly into their wrists and ankles. None of the woman seem aware of your presence as you approach until you get within just a few feet of the trio.

"Water..." gasps an athletic looking brunette whose lips look cracked and dry. "...please, we must have water, or we won't last another hour." Her long, toned arms are bound high above her head and muscular legs are pulled wide exposing flawless thighs that are no longer at all covered by the torn remnants of her tunic. The woman is easily as tall as you and strikingly beautiful even though her lips are swollen and cracked, and her eyes have trouble opening more than just a slit. At her feet her two equally desirable women are chained in inviting poses.

A woman easily as voluptuous as Eudora is shackled to the wall with her arms spread wide held by bands that bolt her arms to the wall. Her huge breasts completely exposed except for the gold chains and clamps that have been tightened onto her swollen nipples. Awakened by the hoarse pleading of the brunette she slowly becomes aware of you lifting her head stretches the chains from her collar to her nipple clamps and she gasps in pain as a fresh drop of blood beads from the edge of the clamp. The last of the three is a slender blonde girl chained on her knees facing the wall, her butt arched high over a smooth bar of polished stone and her bare feet are held to the floor locked into place by tight rings of black iron. A whip hangs from a hook by her side, and you can see the red stripes clearly contrasting with the pale smooth skin of her back and round buttocks.

"Help us! Please!" The whispered plea jars you into motion and you reach for the latches that bind the leggy brunette's wrists. She is at least as tall as you and you have to stand on your tip to reach her wrists, this close to the woman you are acutely aware of the warmth of her body and the spicy scent of her perfume.

"Who are you?" You ask as you struggle with the stiff mechanism of the latch, "And how did you end up down here?"

"Oh, thank goodness! You ARE real. We were afraid you were another figment of imagination." The other girls nod their heads and the small, blonde moans and wiggles her upraised ass in an attempt to ease the stress caused by her tight chains. The dark-haired woman whose chains you are working on shifts her body slightly to take some of the strain off her wrists, it makes turning the mechanism slightly easier but now the entire length of her torso is pressed against yours. In truth, you cannot really feel either her firm breasts or lean belly through the thick leather of the armor, but you are keenly aware of her soft cheek against yours and the pressure of your hips pressing against the young woman's open thighs.

"Who are you?" She asks as her body sags against yours once again pulling the chains tight and foiling your attempts to work the screw the rest of the way loose.

"Oh, please be quick before they come back." Moans the curvy blonde fastened to the wall inadvertently tugging again on the chains that lead to the clamps digging into her massive orbs causing them to jiggle with a life of their own. It is not their fault, but the way these poor women had been chained accentuates their sexuality, every movement they make sends waves of warmth flooding through your body. After your frustrating encounters with Cassia your need is barely controllable, these three delightful beauties have your mind thinking about sex more than ever.

"How did you get here?" Asks the third looking up at you from her knees as she squirms impatiently trying to find a more comfortable position.

"Who cares?" gasps the lean brunette, "As long as he can free us before Pyrrhus's beasts find and take us." The name of the fat merchant makes you stop in stunned surprise.

"Who are you?" You ask again "and who chained you like this down here in these catacombs?"

"I am so scared." Whispered the slender young teen at your feet "I thought that the beasts would find us and..." with a whimper so soft you barely hear her she adds "He said they’d take me first because I've never been with a man."

"I'd much rather have a man rutting between my thighs" interrupts the woman with huge breasts "than die of pain and thirst in this darkness." Her words remind you of your water flask and the next few minutes are spent with you holding the water to their lips. As they drink eagerly water spills from their mouths and runs down their necks and breasts in gleaming rivulets, it's hard to tell for sure in the eerie light from the bluestone but the water seems to work wonders reviving the trio. The lips that looked painfully cracked are suddenly full and moist, their eyes begin to sparkle with new-found hope and their bodies that had hung limply just minutes ago are now squirming against the chains that bind them so erotically.

"We were shackled here for the ancient lords to ravish, an offering to the dark powers from one of the terrified merchants above us." Explains the tall brunette licking her lips trying to capture every last drop. "He hopes to avoid the fate of the rest of the city by sacrificing the three of us to the worshipers of the old gods."

"Is this merchant Pyrrhus?" You ask eagerly and see all three of the women flinch as though his name alone caused them pain.

"Yes, he's the one! That fat pig." Exclaims the first girl with more life than before, revived perhaps as much from the mention of Pyrrhus’s name as from the water that still trickled down the front of her shredded tunic and over the exposed white flesh of her tit. "Release me, and I'll help you find where he is hiding."

"No! release me first!" Begs the blonde, and you see her wince in pain once again as the clamps tug sharply against her swollen nipples.

"Please..." The slight girl on her knees just looks at you beseechingly with tears running down her face the terror of the ordeal clearly threatening to overwhelm the young woman.