Thread: Ritual (xanaphia & CharmSnake)

The moonlight dimmed as a wispy cloud passed over. The beams passed through the thinner purple-woolly spots, then darkened again. The cloud quickly passed and the moon resumed its watch. To the south thicker cloud approached like a flock of black sheep hastily herded in their direction. Two new rapists stepped forward for a fresh round of seeding. By then the blanket had become twisted up and dusty from the rigors of the ceremony. Lynneth lay sprawled, half in the dirt. They grey dust clung to her skin in patches and was getting into her hair, dulling the red locks. The first man, built tall and powerful was older with a receding line of short grey hair matching the stubble of his beard. Standing behind her and with an arm around her waist he picked her up and stood her on her feet arousing another drunken ovation not unlike every other time that she was manhandled had drawn. He gestured to the second man with a nod and he approached with his ragged brown hair, dense curls across his broad chest and an extremely hairy groin from which his stubby erection protruded. As he drew close his breath was boozy and his snarly contemptuous grin revealed a missing tooth. He took Lynneth by the shoulders and bent her forward as the one behind held her hips. Gripping her by the scruff of her neck he directed her nose to his pubes and stuck his cock into her mouth. The man behind was a bit tall for the position and he endeavored a bit longer to enter her, but soon he was in with a groan. His length pushed in, parting her swollen walls, then withdrew although not all the way out allowing them to collapse inward again. Then he pushed in again, stretching her shape, then withdrew. The pattern repeated but he kept stopping momentarily to adjust his stance. The position was awkward for him and he kept trying to lift her up so that he didn't have to bend his knees. He called for assistance and two more men entered the circle. Hold her up, he instructed and with arms beneath her belly and chest they lifted her feet from the ground. Her legs dangled as he began to fuck her, and much more deeply now, her pussy shaping and unshaping to his member's thrusts. Meanwhile the hairy one at her mouth had had a much more comfortable position before the shift in stance, which had made the angle of Lynneth's jaw less than ideal. He kept himself comfortable by yanking on a fistful of her hair to keep her neck bent back as far as possible. There was raucous laughter all around the circle as the tall man banged away causing the heathen maiden's legs to wiggled freely, her feet several inches from the ground. The hairy one had no shame in moaning and grounding his pleasures. Neither had he any reservations about voicing his displeasures. Watch your teeth, wench! he said as he gave her hair another yank to emphasize his point. With both hands on the back of her skull he ground his dick in and out of her mouth. He pushed her right down, burying her nose into his wild pubes and held her there a moment with a groan before easing up and resuming stroking. Then he held her down again with another groan more drawn out than the last. Again he released the pressure and fucked her mouth some more. Then he held her down one more time, but this time halfway through his groan he stopped. Oh shit! he grunted and spurted into her mouth. Gripping her skull and holding it tightly in place he pumped his semen, filling her mouth. After a moment he stepped back, slipping out of her and shook his head with a laugh as he rested his hands on his knees to catch his breath. You're not gonna knock her up that way! called out one of the men holding up Lynneth's body. HAHAHAHAHA! the circle burst into uproarious laughter.