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Elena’s cries echoed off the ancient stone walls as the High Priest drove into her harder, his thick cock stretching her newly deflowered pussy with every deep thrust. The rough hemp ropes dug painfully into her wrists and ankles, keeping her spread wide open on the altar like a living offering. Her breasts bounced obscenely with each impact, nipples stiff from the cool air and overwhelming sensations.

“Please! I can’t take it it’s too much!” she sobbed, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. “You’re ruining me… oh gods, please have mercy!”

The Priest only laughed darkly, gripping her hips harder as he pounded into her. The wet, filthy sounds of his cock slamming into her soaked cunt filled the temple, mixing with the fervent chanting of the hooded congregation.

“Listen to how sweetly she begs,” he called out to the crowd. “The Gods are pleased with this pure vessel. Her womb is ready to receive the divine blessing!”

He reached down and rubbed her swollen clit with his thumb in tight, merciless circles. Elena’s back arched violently against the ropes, a broken moan tearing from her throat despite herself.

“Nooo not there! I I’m going to please don’t make me cum in front of everyone!” she wailed, her voice cracking with shame.

But her plea was ignored. The Priest fucked her faster, his heavy balls slapping against her ass as he buried himself to the hilt again and again. The pressure built unbearably until Elena shattered her pussy clenching and spasming around his cock as a humiliating orgasm ripped through her virgin body.

The congregation cheered.

As her walls fluttered and squeezed him, the Priest roared in triumph. He thrust deep one final time and flooded her with hot, thick ropes of cum, pumping every drop into her fertile depths.

“Take the blessing, sacrifice,” he growled, grinding against her as he emptied himself. “Your womb now belongs to the Old Gods.”

Elena whimpered helplessly, feeling the warmth of his seed leaking out around his cock. She thought it was over when he finally pulled out, but the Priest stepped back and raised his arms.

“The first offering is complete,” he announced. “Now the congregation shall witness her continued purification.”

Elena’s eyes widened in fresh terror as several hooded figures stepped forward, shedding their outer robes. Their cocks were already hard, varying in size, all of them staring at her cum-dripping, rope-bound body with raw hunger.

“Wait no! Please, I just had one I’m sore!” she begged frantically, yanking uselessly at the tight ropes. “Don’t let them… I’m begging you, High Priest! I’ll do anything!”

One of the younger cultists moved between her spread thighs first. He rubbed his cock through the mess of cum already leaking from her pussy before pushing inside in one smooth stroke.

“Ahh! Too soon it hurts!” Elena cried out, but her voice dissolved into desperate, broken moans as he started fucking her with eager, deep strokes.

The High Priest moved to the head of the altar, stroking her tear-stained cheek almost tenderly while another man stepped up to grope and suck on her bouncing breasts.

“Beg louder, little virgin,” the Priest whispered with a cruel smile. “The more you plead, the more the Gods will bless our people through your body tonight.”

Another cultist stepped forward, waiting his turn. Elena’s eyes flicked between them, realizing with dawning horror that the night was far from over.

“Please… I’m just a sacrifice… don’t use me like this… I can’t oh fuckplease stop making it feel good!”

Her desperate, humiliated begging only made the men harder as they prepared to take their turns on the helplessly bound Virgin Sacrifice.

The stone temple was filled with the low, rhythmic chanting of the congregation. Dozens of hooded figures stood in a circle around the raised marble altar, their voices blending into a hypnotic drone that vibrated through the cool night air.

Elena’s heart hammered against her ribs as the High Priest led her forward by a thin silver chain attached to the leather collar around her slender neck. She was completely naked, her pale skin glowing in the flickering light of a hundred black candles. At nineteen, she had been chosen as this year’s Virgin Sacrifice the purest offering to appease the Old Gods.

“Please…” she whispered, her voice already trembling. “This can’t be real…”

The Priest’s deep voice cut through the chants. “Silence, vessel. Your body no longer belongs to you. It belongs to the Divine.”

Strong hands guided her onto the cold, unyielding altar. She gasped as her back met the smooth stone. They wasted no time. Rough hemp rope bit into her wrists as they pulled her arms straight above her head and lashed them tightly to the heavy iron rings embedded in the stone. More rope circled her ankles, spreading her legs wide apart and securing them to the corners of the altar, leaving her smooth, untouched pussy exposed and vulnerable to every eye in the temple.

She tested the bonds instinctively. The ropes were tight, professional — there was almost no give. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly with her panicked breathing, nipples hardening in the cool air.

The High Priest stepped between her spread thighs, his ceremonial black robes open at the front, revealing his thick, already-hard cock. He raised his hands to the congregation.

“Behold the Virgin Sacrifice!” he intoned. “Pure. Untouched. Offered willingly for the prosperity of our people.”

“I’m not willing!” Elena cried out, her voice cracking. “Please… let me go! I’ll do anything else just not this!”

Her desperate plea only drew a murmur of approval from the watching crowd. Several hooded figures stepped closer, their eyes gleaming with lust as they stared at her helplessly bound body.

The Priest smiled darkly and laid a hand on her inner thigh, stroking upward until his fingers brushed her exposed slit. She jerked against the ropes.

“Such pretty begging,” he murmured, loud enough for the congregation to hear. “The Gods love when their offerings plead.”

He dipped two fingers between her folds, finding her already shamefully slick despite her terror. Elena whimpered, hips twitching uselessly.

“No… please, not in front of them… I’m a virgin… please don’t”

Her words dissolved into a sharp cry as the Priest pressed the thick head of his cock against her tight entrance. He gripped her bound thighs and pushed forward slowly, stretching her open inch by inch.

“Ahh! It hurts— please stop! I’m begging you!” Tears slipped down her cheeks as he sank deeper, claiming her innocence in one long, deliberate thrust until he was buried to the hilt inside her.

The congregation’s chanting grew louder, more fervent, as the Priest began to fuck her with slow, powerful strokes. Each thrust made her breasts bounce and forced broken moans from her lips.

“Beg louder, little sacrifice,” he commanded, his voice rough with pleasure. “Let the Gods hear how much you need to be used.”

“Please… mercy… I can’t oh god it’s too deep!” Elena sobbed, pulling desperately at the ropes binding her wrists and ankles. Her body betrayed her, growing wetter with every punishing thrust, her clit throbbing as the Priest ground against it.

He leaned over her, robes brushing her sensitive skin, and whispered against her ear while still driving into her:

“You were born for this altar, girl. Your virgin cunt is our offering… and tonight, every man here will watch me fill you with the blessing of the Gods.”

Elena’s head fell back against the stone as another helpless moan tore from her throat. The ropes held her fast, spread and displayed for the entire ritual, while the Priest used her without mercy and the night was only just beginning.