The Sacrifice of a Virgin Maiden
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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
14,180
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Sacrifice of a Virgin Maiden
A friend and I are writing this and I though it would be interesting to see if others like how we are going with it. Please R/R thanks
Disclaimer: All the characters are my own, please don\'t copy or base one of your characters on them without my consent!
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Devastation...
Devastation was all that was left in the wake of the Dragon. Everyone remembered fully it\'s brute force as flames engulfed all their possessions. Homes were lost, crops ruined, livestock sacked. Such a terrible beast, having the power to ruin the future of an entire village, one that was helpless against it\'s onslaught... These thoughts hung heavy upon the minds of the towns people of Carnack, a simple village in the mountains with no close ties to any kingdoms, a simple village thought to be safe from war, only to be under the watching eye of one from a superior race...
\"We must act! We must send a messenger to one of the kingdoms! We need soldiers!\" Boasts out one of the men of the village, hand waving in the air as if desperate for someone to find wisdom in his words.
\"Nay... Nay! We must relocate! Never in over a century has a warrior withstood the might of a dragon, much less vanquish one! We will survive if we leave this mountain!\" Yet another male bellows out,
\"Then get involved in the wars? Having our sons being forced into military service?! No, I won\'t have it!\" Yet another reply... Outbursts like this continue to echo in the great hall of the village. It was night now, men have been assembled to try and come up with a solution. However, many desperate pleas were being spoken as the village Elder sits upon the highest of seats, at the end of the long table in the center of the room. He listens closely to all...
\"Something must be done... Elder! What do you say?\" Speaks one of the closer advisors to the Elder... The old and somewhat haggard man would stand, keen green eyes looking about as his hands would place themselves flat upon the table in front of him... There\'s a pause.
\"...When I was but a child, my father would tell me tales about the dragons that his father told him and his father before that... This is not a new matter, such things had transpired before...\" The room would grow very silent as the whistling of the wind would pass through the very small cracks in the wooden building\'s walls.
\"He told me of their ferocious might and of their startling powers, even told me how they could take the form of humans... A stranger within the village could very well be the dragon himself.\" This statement arouses some hushed whispers of astonishment as others would shh those that were not completely engrossed within the Elder\'s wisdom.
\"...This... Is going to be difficult to say, but... It\'s our only hope, we must sacrifice something to the dragon, something that we treasure... Something that he will see as valuable and not bother us...\" A man speaks,
\"But... That\'s impossible! Dragon hordes are said to hold the wonders of the world and even beyond! How are we to compare with that?!\" The Elder would give this man a cold stare, such causing him to lose all visage of obscurity and defiance. However, the Elder speaks but one word,
\"Virgins.\" The room would immediately tense up, they have all heard such stories but wouldn\'t have mentioned such, no, not even if their lives were at stake... Like now. One of the men would speak, quietly,
\"...But... Who?..\" He would look up, quite sure that his own daughter was a virgin... But, too young for such a destiny.
\"We shall have to decide tonight, and then get to this dastardly business in the morning before the dragon attacks again...\" The men all nod, some moving a hand to rub their brow as the decision weighs heavy upon all...
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The next morning a knock is heard at a family\'s home, a family with no father figure, only two young boys and a daughter starting to sprout into womanhood... The mother would answer the door.
\"Yes?..\" She would speak to the two men in dirty gray cloaks... One would hand her a letter,
\"By order of the village, you are to follow these instructions...\" One man replies... But then adds in, softly,
\"Our sympathies... But, it\'s the only way...\" The two men then walk off as the woman would unfold the parchment then gasp as she reads...
\"Oh no...\" She drops the letter and then runs off to find her daughter.
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A brown dog was running through the long dew covered grass at top speed, a lop-sided grin upon it\'s maw. Its long pink tongue hanging out the side of its mouth flecks of drool flying off it. Suddenly it\'s legs straighten and it skids along the ground for a few feet, it\'s speed dropping. Just as suddenly, it\'s head drops to the ground and snaps at something on the ground, but misses. It quickly turns around and bounds back to the spot and picks up a half chewed, slobbery stick from the ground and races back into the arms of a crouching, giggling girl.
Warm clear blue eyes sparkle with mirth as she stands up, taking the slobbery stick from the dog\'s mouth with a slight tug and the word \"Give!\" She holds the stick up high, her face lit up in a huge grin as the dog jumps up after the stick that was just out of it\'s reach. The dog jumps up again, its front muddy, wet paws landing on middle of the girls\' thighs, putting muddy paw prints on her rough cotton shorts. Pushing the dog down with one arm, she pulls her arm back and throws the stick away, watching as the dog happily spins around and chases after it. Looking down at herself, at her dark rough weaved cotton black, baggy hand-me-down shorts, tied at her waist with a piece of twine all splattered with mud and dirt. Her top, also rough woven cotton, and another hand-me-down from her brothers, that practically drowned her slim figure was white when she had left the house this morning, but was now covered in dust and mud too. She looked like a little tom boy, with her shoulder length dark brown hair tied back off her face. Looking back up again, she sees the dog bounding back towards her with a different stick in its mouth and her two older brothers running towards her too. Her eyes widen at the look in their eyes and lets out a small shriek before she turns on her heel and starts running off, bare-footed in the other direction, the brown dog barking and chasing after her. She knew that look all too well. They intended to crash tackle her and then proceed to give her an unmerciful tickle torture! Turning her head to look over her shoulder, quickly flicking dark strands of hair flying along as she ran, out of her eyes, she sees them catching up.
\"Common Brock, let\'s get her!\" the older of the two brothers yells out, his tone playful, as they ran down the grassy hill, also bare foot after their little sister.
\"You\'re DEAD, Sarah! You know that?\" Brock calls out. He smiles to himself Good! We\'re catching up! Turning to his brother, calls out \"Jack!\" to get his attention then he motions with hand signals about which way to go. Jack gives a curt nod and speeds up being the faster of the two, his dark hair whipping back off his face with his speed, green eyes glinting as he bends down, his arms out wide, head turned slightly to one side.
Sarah saw how close Jack was to her, and lets out a loud squeal, and tires to quickly change her direction. Jack had anticipated this move and as his shoulder is just under her butt he quickly wraps his arms around her thighs, Sarah lets out another shriek, and they both go tumbling along the ground together. Brock quickly catches up and jumps on top of the pair of them, laughing at the grunts coming from his siblings.
Both older boys look down at their little sister, trying to look stern, but don\'t make a good job of it as their green eyes are too soft and full of laughter to be taken seriously by their younger sister. Both boys could almost be mistaken for twins, with their dark hair cropped short, but Brock\'s was a little longer, almost long enough to hang in his eyes, and their mother\'s green eyes. Their builds were the same. Short, but stocky and broad shouldered. Jack being the oldest at 19, was the man of the house, but still a little kid at heart. Brock was 17, and the tallest in the family. But he looked up to Jack, and had a very mischievous nature. Sarah had both of her brothers wrapped around her little finger. Just one little look, her clear blue eyes wide and innocent looking, although she was generally guilty, and both brothers would give in. They would do anything to protect their little sis.
\"Georff meh!\" Sarah groaned, pushing against her brothers.
“Oh I don’t think so!” Brock taunted “Not after what you did this morning!”
Sarah’s soft giggle shuddered the group on the ground at the memory of her morning. She had snuck into her brothers’ room and taken the clothes that their mother had washed for them the previous day and tip-toed back out of the room. Smiling to her mother on the way out, her arms loaded with clothes, and ran out to the barn and hid the pile in the middle of the hay pile. Meaning that her brothers would have to come out and find them in their underwear.
“Do you know how long it took us to find them?!” Jack asked, trying to sound annoyed, but he actually had found it quite funny, and wished he’d thought of it first.
“JACK! BROCK! SARAH! WHERE ARE YOU THREE?!”
They all looked up at the sound of their mother’s voice. Sarah smiled to herself knowing that she wouldn’t be punished by her brothers for a little while now. Giving her brothers another push, they got off her and she yelled out “We’re here!” and they stood together as they waited for their mother, who was running towards them, a piece of paper clutched in her hand. Jack, Brock and Sarah all look to each other, wondering what was going on. They didn’t have to wait too long.
“You three….up to the house now!” their mother panted, her finger pointed back up the hill towards the house. She softened her tone “I need to talk to all of you about something very important…” as she said this, she looked to Sarah, and blinked back the tears.
Once back at the house, and they were all seated at the small kitchen table, their mother couldn’t hold it in any more and handed Jack the letter and put her head in her hands as she burst out into tears.
As Jack read the letter, his eyes widened and he looked up at Sarah in horror shaking his head “NO! I won’t let them do this!”
Brock quickly grabs the letter from Jack’s weak grasp and he too reads the letter, his eyes wide and panicky “You’re right Jack! They can’t take her!”
Sarah watched all, with am arm around her mother comforting her. “Can’t do what? Take me where?” she looked from one to the other, her brow furrowed in confusion.
Brock looked to Jack who after a moment gives a slight nod of his head and Brock hands Sarah the letter.
As Sarah receives the letter she would note the linear and neat writing upon the page which would read as follows:
\'In the wake of the Dragon attacks, the Council of Carnack have weighed many options heavily, discussion having spent the evening hours until the Sun had risen on this day of October the second. On this day the Council have ruled in favor of the Pagan art of ritual sacrifices which will be made in homage to the Dragon. In order to maintain the serenity of Carnack, this option deemed itself worthy over all others as one life will be used to save many and preserve our township. It is in this thought that the Council of Carnack will reinstate the old act of sacrificing Virgin Maidens in order to appease the Dragon. The Maiden Sarah will be used this day of October the second.\'
Beneath this message, to the apparent horror of the family laid all the Council member\'s signatures with the village Elder\'s signature at the top of the heap... It is at this time that another knock is heard at the door,
\"In the name of Carnack!.. Open!\" Stirs a brazen voice... Once one would open the door, if they do, the village Elder would be outlined by the door frame with two armed individuals at his sides... With quite tender but yet brilliant green eyes he would look to each of the family members before his old gaze falls upon the young lady...
\"..Sarah... It\'s time to go...\" He speaks quietly, a hand outstretched as his other arm grips a folded white fabric against him.
Disclaimer: All the characters are my own, please don\'t copy or base one of your characters on them without my consent!
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Devastation...
Devastation was all that was left in the wake of the Dragon. Everyone remembered fully it\'s brute force as flames engulfed all their possessions. Homes were lost, crops ruined, livestock sacked. Such a terrible beast, having the power to ruin the future of an entire village, one that was helpless against it\'s onslaught... These thoughts hung heavy upon the minds of the towns people of Carnack, a simple village in the mountains with no close ties to any kingdoms, a simple village thought to be safe from war, only to be under the watching eye of one from a superior race...
\"We must act! We must send a messenger to one of the kingdoms! We need soldiers!\" Boasts out one of the men of the village, hand waving in the air as if desperate for someone to find wisdom in his words.
\"Nay... Nay! We must relocate! Never in over a century has a warrior withstood the might of a dragon, much less vanquish one! We will survive if we leave this mountain!\" Yet another male bellows out,
\"Then get involved in the wars? Having our sons being forced into military service?! No, I won\'t have it!\" Yet another reply... Outbursts like this continue to echo in the great hall of the village. It was night now, men have been assembled to try and come up with a solution. However, many desperate pleas were being spoken as the village Elder sits upon the highest of seats, at the end of the long table in the center of the room. He listens closely to all...
\"Something must be done... Elder! What do you say?\" Speaks one of the closer advisors to the Elder... The old and somewhat haggard man would stand, keen green eyes looking about as his hands would place themselves flat upon the table in front of him... There\'s a pause.
\"...When I was but a child, my father would tell me tales about the dragons that his father told him and his father before that... This is not a new matter, such things had transpired before...\" The room would grow very silent as the whistling of the wind would pass through the very small cracks in the wooden building\'s walls.
\"He told me of their ferocious might and of their startling powers, even told me how they could take the form of humans... A stranger within the village could very well be the dragon himself.\" This statement arouses some hushed whispers of astonishment as others would shh those that were not completely engrossed within the Elder\'s wisdom.
\"...This... Is going to be difficult to say, but... It\'s our only hope, we must sacrifice something to the dragon, something that we treasure... Something that he will see as valuable and not bother us...\" A man speaks,
\"But... That\'s impossible! Dragon hordes are said to hold the wonders of the world and even beyond! How are we to compare with that?!\" The Elder would give this man a cold stare, such causing him to lose all visage of obscurity and defiance. However, the Elder speaks but one word,
\"Virgins.\" The room would immediately tense up, they have all heard such stories but wouldn\'t have mentioned such, no, not even if their lives were at stake... Like now. One of the men would speak, quietly,
\"...But... Who?..\" He would look up, quite sure that his own daughter was a virgin... But, too young for such a destiny.
\"We shall have to decide tonight, and then get to this dastardly business in the morning before the dragon attacks again...\" The men all nod, some moving a hand to rub their brow as the decision weighs heavy upon all...
-----
The next morning a knock is heard at a family\'s home, a family with no father figure, only two young boys and a daughter starting to sprout into womanhood... The mother would answer the door.
\"Yes?..\" She would speak to the two men in dirty gray cloaks... One would hand her a letter,
\"By order of the village, you are to follow these instructions...\" One man replies... But then adds in, softly,
\"Our sympathies... But, it\'s the only way...\" The two men then walk off as the woman would unfold the parchment then gasp as she reads...
\"Oh no...\" She drops the letter and then runs off to find her daughter.
-----
A brown dog was running through the long dew covered grass at top speed, a lop-sided grin upon it\'s maw. Its long pink tongue hanging out the side of its mouth flecks of drool flying off it. Suddenly it\'s legs straighten and it skids along the ground for a few feet, it\'s speed dropping. Just as suddenly, it\'s head drops to the ground and snaps at something on the ground, but misses. It quickly turns around and bounds back to the spot and picks up a half chewed, slobbery stick from the ground and races back into the arms of a crouching, giggling girl.
Warm clear blue eyes sparkle with mirth as she stands up, taking the slobbery stick from the dog\'s mouth with a slight tug and the word \"Give!\" She holds the stick up high, her face lit up in a huge grin as the dog jumps up after the stick that was just out of it\'s reach. The dog jumps up again, its front muddy, wet paws landing on middle of the girls\' thighs, putting muddy paw prints on her rough cotton shorts. Pushing the dog down with one arm, she pulls her arm back and throws the stick away, watching as the dog happily spins around and chases after it. Looking down at herself, at her dark rough weaved cotton black, baggy hand-me-down shorts, tied at her waist with a piece of twine all splattered with mud and dirt. Her top, also rough woven cotton, and another hand-me-down from her brothers, that practically drowned her slim figure was white when she had left the house this morning, but was now covered in dust and mud too. She looked like a little tom boy, with her shoulder length dark brown hair tied back off her face. Looking back up again, she sees the dog bounding back towards her with a different stick in its mouth and her two older brothers running towards her too. Her eyes widen at the look in their eyes and lets out a small shriek before she turns on her heel and starts running off, bare-footed in the other direction, the brown dog barking and chasing after her. She knew that look all too well. They intended to crash tackle her and then proceed to give her an unmerciful tickle torture! Turning her head to look over her shoulder, quickly flicking dark strands of hair flying along as she ran, out of her eyes, she sees them catching up.
\"Common Brock, let\'s get her!\" the older of the two brothers yells out, his tone playful, as they ran down the grassy hill, also bare foot after their little sister.
\"You\'re DEAD, Sarah! You know that?\" Brock calls out. He smiles to himself Good! We\'re catching up! Turning to his brother, calls out \"Jack!\" to get his attention then he motions with hand signals about which way to go. Jack gives a curt nod and speeds up being the faster of the two, his dark hair whipping back off his face with his speed, green eyes glinting as he bends down, his arms out wide, head turned slightly to one side.
Sarah saw how close Jack was to her, and lets out a loud squeal, and tires to quickly change her direction. Jack had anticipated this move and as his shoulder is just under her butt he quickly wraps his arms around her thighs, Sarah lets out another shriek, and they both go tumbling along the ground together. Brock quickly catches up and jumps on top of the pair of them, laughing at the grunts coming from his siblings.
Both older boys look down at their little sister, trying to look stern, but don\'t make a good job of it as their green eyes are too soft and full of laughter to be taken seriously by their younger sister. Both boys could almost be mistaken for twins, with their dark hair cropped short, but Brock\'s was a little longer, almost long enough to hang in his eyes, and their mother\'s green eyes. Their builds were the same. Short, but stocky and broad shouldered. Jack being the oldest at 19, was the man of the house, but still a little kid at heart. Brock was 17, and the tallest in the family. But he looked up to Jack, and had a very mischievous nature. Sarah had both of her brothers wrapped around her little finger. Just one little look, her clear blue eyes wide and innocent looking, although she was generally guilty, and both brothers would give in. They would do anything to protect their little sis.
\"Georff meh!\" Sarah groaned, pushing against her brothers.
“Oh I don’t think so!” Brock taunted “Not after what you did this morning!”
Sarah’s soft giggle shuddered the group on the ground at the memory of her morning. She had snuck into her brothers’ room and taken the clothes that their mother had washed for them the previous day and tip-toed back out of the room. Smiling to her mother on the way out, her arms loaded with clothes, and ran out to the barn and hid the pile in the middle of the hay pile. Meaning that her brothers would have to come out and find them in their underwear.
“Do you know how long it took us to find them?!” Jack asked, trying to sound annoyed, but he actually had found it quite funny, and wished he’d thought of it first.
“JACK! BROCK! SARAH! WHERE ARE YOU THREE?!”
They all looked up at the sound of their mother’s voice. Sarah smiled to herself knowing that she wouldn’t be punished by her brothers for a little while now. Giving her brothers another push, they got off her and she yelled out “We’re here!” and they stood together as they waited for their mother, who was running towards them, a piece of paper clutched in her hand. Jack, Brock and Sarah all look to each other, wondering what was going on. They didn’t have to wait too long.
“You three….up to the house now!” their mother panted, her finger pointed back up the hill towards the house. She softened her tone “I need to talk to all of you about something very important…” as she said this, she looked to Sarah, and blinked back the tears.
Once back at the house, and they were all seated at the small kitchen table, their mother couldn’t hold it in any more and handed Jack the letter and put her head in her hands as she burst out into tears.
As Jack read the letter, his eyes widened and he looked up at Sarah in horror shaking his head “NO! I won’t let them do this!”
Brock quickly grabs the letter from Jack’s weak grasp and he too reads the letter, his eyes wide and panicky “You’re right Jack! They can’t take her!”
Sarah watched all, with am arm around her mother comforting her. “Can’t do what? Take me where?” she looked from one to the other, her brow furrowed in confusion.
Brock looked to Jack who after a moment gives a slight nod of his head and Brock hands Sarah the letter.
As Sarah receives the letter she would note the linear and neat writing upon the page which would read as follows:
\'In the wake of the Dragon attacks, the Council of Carnack have weighed many options heavily, discussion having spent the evening hours until the Sun had risen on this day of October the second. On this day the Council have ruled in favor of the Pagan art of ritual sacrifices which will be made in homage to the Dragon. In order to maintain the serenity of Carnack, this option deemed itself worthy over all others as one life will be used to save many and preserve our township. It is in this thought that the Council of Carnack will reinstate the old act of sacrificing Virgin Maidens in order to appease the Dragon. The Maiden Sarah will be used this day of October the second.\'
Beneath this message, to the apparent horror of the family laid all the Council member\'s signatures with the village Elder\'s signature at the top of the heap... It is at this time that another knock is heard at the door,
\"In the name of Carnack!.. Open!\" Stirs a brazen voice... Once one would open the door, if they do, the village Elder would be outlined by the door frame with two armed individuals at his sides... With quite tender but yet brilliant green eyes he would look to each of the family members before his old gaze falls upon the young lady...
\"..Sarah... It\'s time to go...\" He speaks quietly, a hand outstretched as his other arm grips a folded white fabric against him.