The Ritual begins

In her mind she heard a voice, calming but full of authority,"My Princess, I am coming for you." She did not know what she must take that to mean, but she felt that she could trust it. And surprisingly she felt that she could locate it, beyond the this hall, but just behind the huge doors towering 40 feet high at far end of the room. So lulled by the voice, the aroma and the mummering chants that were returning, that when the guards approached and shackled her spread-eagle on the altar, Raven didn't struggle. "My name is Tigramos, my Priestess will help you," The voice in her head informed her.

Then a woman approached the altar, her vestments different only in color to the other supplicants, a verdant green. In her hand she held a scepter, thick and phallic and topped bulbous head, the other end was crowded with a tail of tassels.

When she reached the altar she apprasied Raven with a baleful eye, which was soften by a satified smile. She then turned to the congregation and intoned, "Tigramos, our Lord has recieved a bride!"

The Congregation breaks into whelps of pleasure.

The Priestess moves towards Raven, her figure slight but curvy. She carries a goblet to Raven's lips and instructs her to drink, "This will help you overcome."

Raven feels that she doesn't have a choice and open her lips to the offering. She is surprised to the sweet concoction that is poured down her mouth, thick and warm. The Priestess than picks up pitcher of raises over Raven and proceeds to dump it on her and over the Altar. The icy cold water is a shock and she lets out a scream but the first pitcher is soon followed by another, and wave after was poured over her, unrelenting. Until finally, she left coughing and shivering, angry and unamused by her treatment. "You father-fucking, child of dog, ugly whore!" Raven yelled as she pulled hard against her shackles, uncaring of the consequences.

The Pristess smiles at her in approval, "Good, the consort of Tigramos must have some spine." The two guards dry her clean with luxuriously rich towels, until her flesh is a ruddy red. The priestest raised another contained over Raven and before she could protest, poured the contents over her breasts. This time the sensations were more pleasants, as the warm oily fluid dripped down her body, the two guards rubbed and massaged her flesh. leaving no part of her body from their sensous attention and against her will she felt herself, getting extremely aroused, her clit begging to be touched and her pussy dripping and clenching in anticipation.

The voice in her head chuckled, "the next bit you should enjoy, my little one." As she watched the priestess grasped her scepter and appoached her once more...