The Sacrifice (bubby & TheRomanticPerv)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Solos =&gt; Topic started by: bubby on 27-03-2013, 01:45:51</h2>
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				Title: <strong>The Sacrifice (bubby &amp; TheRomanticPerv)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>27-03-2013, 01:45:51</strong>
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				“Cowardly fools!”<br><br>Her shriek bounced through the thick woods, soon to be followed by muffled yells as a dirty rag found its way between her teeth once again.<br><br>Egraine had been found guilty, and the Wood God must be appeased. Guilty of what? Not fitting into the norm of the village. She was known to deal in herbs, simple potions. But the fact she was young, lived alone, and had no husband nor family to stand for her in anything had not helped when the time came. Every year, a sacrifice must be given for the crops to be bountiful. Always young, always female. Normally the village warriors would raid nearby ass to not need to use their own women, but that had failed this time. No one wanted to give up their own precious daughters.<br><br>Why not the village 'witch'?<br><br>And so it was Egraine found herself ambushed as she was out at the woods' edge, replenishing her herbs. Oh she fought. She screamed. She gave all she got to be free, but there were more, they were stronger, and she could not get loose. Deeper into the woods she was carried, finally to come to the massive oak set as the permanent alter to the God.<br><br>The rope might have been old, but it was still strong. Her hands, wrists and upper arms were bound together, her arms then lifted above her head to tie the end off behind a large fork on the tree trunk. Her feet were bound, but her legs were spread, the ropes tied to stakes pounded into the ground. She continued to scream behind her gag, continued to buck her body, causing her flesh to tear beneath the rope, her simple cotton dress to snag upon the tree trunk at her back. <br><br>And she was simply left there...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sacrifice (bubby &amp; TheRomanticPerv)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>28-03-2013, 08:33:10</strong>
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				The "Wood God". A thing of legend throughout many villages that surround the forest. They say legend because nobody had ever seen it and lived to confirm it's existence. This is because the ones who see it, are the females that the villages sacrifice to pay tribute. No one really knew that their "Wood God" was a satyr, having his fill of the women they set out as sacrifices.<br><br>As the woman struggled against the tree, she would hear a rustling throughout the forest. In front of her, behind her, the sounds of bushes being past, leaves being stepped on, and branches being snapped. After a few moments of sound, the forest suddenly fell silent. It remained that way for a while, ten minutes in fact. All of those minutes, however, she would have the feeling that there were a pair of eyes on her. That she was being watched. Still, more minutes went by, not a single thing happening to the woman. It was as if the "Wood God" was nothing but an urban legend. Then, it happened.<br><br>From behind the woman, at the side of the tree, breathing could be hear. It was deep, heavy... beastly, which made it rather obvious whatever it was, it wasn't human. Suddenly, a human-like nose pressed against her neck, breathing in deeply in order to get her scent, the brush of a beard felt upon her skin. The head of the creature pulled away. If the woman looked in the corner of her eye, she could see him, but it wasn't necessary as whatever-it-was moved in from of her.<br><br>What stood before the women was a Satyr, scowling at her with what seemed to be extreme disdain. The Satyr was holding a spear, blood at the tip suggesting that he had been hunting recently. His physique was practically that of a gods as he stood at a 6'4" frame, his flaccid cock dangling between his goat-like legs. Although, it wasn't aroused yet, the woman would be able to tell that the creature's size was impressive. However, the most noticeable trait was most likely his smell. It was made up of pheromones, giving of possibly the most masculine smell the women had ever experienced, and, like it or not, it would have instantly gotten her wet.<br><br>Slowly, the Satyr crouched down, lifting the women's dress to expose her pussy to the cold, forest air. Not caring if she were to buck at all. The Satyr's head leaned forward, taking a whiff of her womanly center. It didn't stop there, though. His tongue extended, pressing hard against her sex as he got a nice, long lick of her taste. Then he rose, looking at the women, a sadistic smile on the Satyr's face. "The humans did well, this time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Sacrifice (bubby &amp; TheRomanticPerv)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>30-03-2013, 03:35:52</strong>
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				Left behind, watching the men disappear into the woods, headed back to their lives as if they hadn't just committed kidnapping, and basically murder. She would die here!<br><br>Shriek after muffled scream she would set forth, trying to remove the gag by rubbing the back of her head against the tree trunk, yet all that seemed to do was cause abrasions on her skull. She pulled with all her strength against the ropes holding her, to no avail. So wrapped up in her continued attempted escape that at first she did&nbsp; not hear the sounds of something large approaching her position. When the crashing of trees did finally wash through her senses, she froze. Her chest heaved from exertion, her face flushed with anger, and her eyes widened as not a small amount of fear gripped her. She began to shake, straining to listen, so much so that when the nose snuffled at her neck she gave forth a scream again.<br><br>Her eyes widened,&nbsp; not being being able to hide the terror that swelled her green eyes at the sight that deigned to show himself. Her gaze would stutter over him, from the bloody spear, to his swinging cock, to indeed, that look that what was trussed up before him was barely worthy of his attention. With the gag over her mouth, and her frightened state, she was breathing heavy with sharp intakes through flared nostrils. His nearness brought his scent, and she was shuddering more. Confusion swept through her as a deep seeded carnal desire crept through her lions, bringing her clit to throb in an instant, causing a moan to be choked off behind the gag.<br><br>But her humiliation had only begun it seemed as the creature knelt before her, snuffling at her loins. For a small moment she was frozen, but as his tongue slicked out across her pussy to taste her, buck she did. She bucked not only in a pathetic attempt to move away, but she bucked because unwillingly, his touch had caused a jolt of pleasure.<br><br>When he spoke, the deep bass of his timbre flowing over her, through her, and when she saw the smile that curled his mouth, her wild flailing began anew.
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