Thread: Irish Beauty (butterfly0408/Kolath)

The women led Kiara to a hot spring right in the middle of village. Right along the edge of the spring, the six women stripped Kiara of all her clothing and gently pulled her with them into the water. They were all still fully dressed in the water. The heated water was so relaxing and refreshing, Kiara did not fight at all but submitted with all her heart. It felt so good. And it got even better as the women started to bath her in sweet oils, washing her hair and her skin making her clean. Four women then awaited her at the edge of the spring to help her out. It was like she was sleep walking while awake for she followed them willingly as they lead her to a soft bed of towels. Laying her down upon it, the four women all started to dry her skin and hair. It was slow, but in time she was once again dry. Clean, dry, and smelling for flowers. As they made her to sit up, they gave her a second dose then of the drugs to make sure she was still under and would stay under until they were done with her. It was then they started to fix her hair. Using her own long red hair, the four women created a crown of hair upon her head, lacing flowers into her locks until it appeared she wore a crown of flowers. By now, the sun was setting and the village was a blaze with torches. It was time for the final preparations. From these four woman, she was passed along to two women. They laid her upon a small alter. The place for for her binding. A sort of... gift wrapping for their god so that he man unwrap her once she was in his realm. Using a blood red, hemp rope, the two women slowly and with great detail wrapped Kiara until the ropes make a pattern upon her body that enfolding her torso in tight rope and trailing down to her womanhood, the rope pressing hard between her lips. As the women made the binds tighter, the hemp rubbed her there and it made her moan. The two women could not help but smile. Their god would be pleased by the sounds she made. At this point the moon was high in the sky and it was time. After being passed through the women, a single man came for her. Hooded so his face could not be seen, he carried Kiara's bound body from the middle of the village towards the alter that was meant to be her final destination. The alter was in no temple, but simply on the highest. The spot where the villages could be closest to the sky. With the hooded man carrying Kiara in the lead, the entire village followed behind him. Chanting as they walked along. Upon reaching the top of the hill, the high priest, the man who had come to visit Kiara hours earlier in her holding cell, waited. Place the bride upon the alter, he commanded, and his order soon obeyed. Kiara's naked, bondage clad body was placed upon the alter. The priest himself then took the time to spread her arms and legs, binding her even further to the alter until she was spread eagle, and helpless. On display for all to see as they gathered to watch and worship. The finishing touch was a piece of blood red silk the priest gagged Kiara with. Finally, she was ready. The moon was high now, at the highest point and he new it was time. Raising her his hand as he stood over Kiara on the alter, he looked to the sky. The crowd was still and silent. The high priest called to the clouds, Great Kiel! Protector! Provider! You have given us all we have and in return you have asked us for but one thing! The mortal woman destined to be your bride! We have tried to seek her before, but failed you oh Great Kiel. But this time, THIS time it is she! She you have waited for! She who you have demanded! And now we give her unto you! Clean, pure, a goddess waiting to be taken! Show us a sign, Great Kiel! Show us that this woman is he one you accept! Show us this and she will be sent to join you and rule by your side! The village waited for a reply...