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Where you were, you didn’t know.
The last thing you remembered was sitting in your living room, fidgeting with a pretty toy you had picked up at a flea market. Some sort of brain teaser puzzle thing. Then, the room grew dark, and cold. There was a strange glow that filled the room, and then, they came. They were hideous, and beautiful, and told you things that you didn’t understand whatsoever.
You felt something cold and hard under your back. You were lying down on something, and when you tried to sit up you found yourself unable to. You lifted your head and saw that your wrists and ankles were bound by leather straps attached to the stone alter you were lying on. You tried to cry out, but something was stuck in your mouth. Your tongue prodded at it, feeling cold metal, and you came to the conclusion that it was some sort of horse bit.
You were also completely nude, no clothes in sight. Lucky for you, the room you were in, despite it being dark save for some candles, was warm. You struggled a bit, but the straps you were in were tight, and there was no escaping. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as panic started to set in, and that panic only worsened as a large door in the room opened.
In walked one of the beings you saw in your living room. Hairless, clad in some sort of bondage getup, with metal pins jutting out from its face and scalp. It came toward you as tears rolled down your cheeks.
“Ah, awake at last,” it said, its voice deep and serious. “You slept so soundly. So quiet, such a contrast to the noise you will be making from now on.”
You tired to speak, but the thing in your mouth held back your words. Fortunately, the being took it out for you.
“P-Please, I don’t know what I did wrong but-“
“Wrong? You did nothing wrong,” it said. “You did everything right, in fact. Your desires, your curiosities, they led you here, just it was always meant to be.”
“No, no I don’t know what you mean…” you cried softly.
“Perhaps you don’t know now, but you will. You may have summoned us out of ignorance, but we immediately sensed your delicious cravings,” it replied. “Cravings for more, for the otherworldly. Things you can’t get on Earth.”
You were filled with confusion and weren’t sure if you should start apologizing more or start begging. The being traced its finger along your jawline. You closed your eyes and whimpered, scared it would hurt you.
“You fear that I will bring you harm,” it stated. “Oh, that I will, and you will bask in the agony, you will pray for it to never end.”
You cried harder, gritting your teeth.
The being pulled a dagger from its belt, the blade curved and long.
“Stop, no, don’t!” you sobbed.
“Soon those cries of fear will be praises,” the being said, amusement lacing its tone. “Thanking us, thanking me for introducing you to true sensation.”
It brought the tip of the knife to the spot between your breasts and pressed down. You opened your mouth to scream, but as the pain came, as the being sliced down your chest, blood running down your skin, you let out a long groan. You felt warmth blooming at the incision site, spreading throughout your body. Your flesh tingled, you felt high, like you were floating, and pure pleasure overwhelmed you as the searing pain of the continuing cut rushed though you.
God, it hurt, especially as the being really got into it, cutting deep, but fuck, it felt amazing. You closed your eyes, throwing your head back, feeling your chest become wet with blood and your cunt become wet with slick. After what seemed like hours, you looked down at yourself. There were deep, deep slices all over your sternum and breasts, your flesh was completely covered in crimson, and the being stood over you with a slight smile.
“Enjoying yourself so much already? Quite fond of pain, are we?”
You knew you weren’t into this, you couldn’t be. “I’m not a…a masochist!”
“Other humans may not be able to give you the ecstasy you yearn for, but we…I, can,” the being said. “This place isn’t like Earth, here…pain and pleasure are blended, one and the same.”
The being touched you between your legs, bringing its fingers back to inspect them. Strings of your arousal clung to them, and it brought them up to its mouth and licked. Your face turned red.
“I know what you want, what you need,” it told you. “You are going to decorate this room,” the being put its knife to your throat, “piles of your torn flesh and shattered bones on the floor, and all of your lovely fluids splattered across the walls.”
“Please, you can’t…” you softly cried, still afraid despite the pleasure you were feeling. “I don’t want to die…”
“Oh you won’t die, no, no. You will live, truly live, by being destroyed and remade, over and over again,” the being laughed.
Your face twisted in confusion and fear, still.
“After this…introduction, you will be just like the others, screaming and begging for us,” it said.
“I w-won’t!” you protested.
“You WILL!” the being said sternly, its voice booming. “They always underestimate our pleasures, always think they’ll never be satisfied! That is, until they’re hanging from our hooks, eyes rolled back into their skulls, bladders failing them as they climax from the agony!”
The being’s knife pressed into the flesh under your ear. “Your time here will be joyous, just you wait.”
“I want…to go home…” you said, voice soft and pathetic.
The being smirked, lifting the knife away from your skin. “I will make you a deal, how about that?”
“A deal?” you asked.
“Yes. I will give you our gifts, and if you manage to accept them without release, I will take you home. But, if…and when…you do find release, your soul will be ours,” it said.
You trembled, swallowing the lump in your throat. “That’s my only way outta here?”
The being nodded slowly. “That will be your only chance.”
“Alright…alright. I think I should know your name then,” you said.
“I am known as The Priest,” he said.
“Do you want, um, need to know my name?” you asked.
The Priest laughed. “I already know your name, but I will not be using it often. You are flesh to be carved, blood to be spilled. I am an artist and you are my canvas. You will be but a quivering mess.
Suddenly, The Priest quickly jabbed the knife into the side of your throat. You felt the hilt touch your skin, felt warm blood bubbling from the wound, filling your mouth and dribbling down your chin. You also felt an intense burst of euphoria.
The Priest twisted the knife before he started to saw across the front of your throat. He smiled as waves of blood spilled down your gullet, making you choke and gag. Your hips bucked up into the air, eyes crossing, and you let out moans between the gurgles.
“Already you’re almost there. This challenge may not last very long after all,” he said, sounding disappointed.
“N-No-oo…” you tried to protest as the knife’s blade stopped on the other side of your neck.
You couldn’t see of course, but you could feel that The Priest had cut your throat completely open, ear to ear. Your body tingled, cunt throbbing and seeping slick, but you forced your approaching orgasm away somehow.
“Impressive. Though, this pleases me. I have so much planned for you tonight, it would’ve been a shame to have the fun end there,” he said.
The Priest walked to the end of the stone alter, and a set of small hooks descended from the ceiling. He took one, and brought it between your legs. His fingers found your leaking entrance and started to prod. You desperately wanted him to push his fingers inside you, to curl them and thrust them. His digits moved to your puffy folds, caressing and pinching. You whined, mouth still full of blood.
You felt a sharp sting on the top of your left labia, and knew instantly that he had pierced it with the small hook. You gasped, feeling your cunt clench around nothing. He grabbed another hook and pierced your labia again, this time under the previous one. You writhed and moaned as he moved to your right labia, putting two hooks through just like the left side.
“And now, the finishing touch,” he said softly.
He started to rub your clit, and it hardened under the pad of his finger. Your eyes closed and you let your head fall back against the alter.
“Now, now, surely such light, gentle touches won’t push you over the edge? As I said before, we’re just getting started,” he laughed.
He took a fifth hook and pinched your hard clit, then carefully slid the hook under the clitoral hood and pierced it.
“Jesus, f-fuck!” you cried out, a shockwave of intense pleasure shooting up from your groin and spreading throughout the rest of your body.
“Oh, do not call out to such figures. Here, there is only Leviathan, your new god,” The Priest said.
You didn’t know what he was talking about, but couldn’t think about it for long as you had to suppress another climax. The Priest raised a hand and the chains that the small hooks were attached to pulled taut, obscenely spreading the folds of your cunt. The hook attached to your hood also pulled back, exposing your erect bud.
“Like a blooming flower, beautiful,” The Priest muttered.
He reached out, tracing his fingers along your stretched labia. “The soft petals.” He then dipped a finger inside of you, just barely. “The sweet nectar.”
You moaned, body trembling, fighting hard to not cum.
“If you are struggling this badly now…” The Priest said. “You’re going to have great difficulty with what comes next.”
He reached for his belt and took a wicked looking knife. It had a long, thin blade speckled with spots of dried blood. He placed the tip right below your navel and pressed down slightly.
“Stop!” you cried out.
“Why, why should I? The Priest asked. “We both know that you want the ecstasy.”
“I don’t want to…to have a..” you stuttered.
“An orgasm?” The Priest finished your sentence.
“Y-Yes, I don’t want to, not…in front of you, it’s too…embarrassing,” you whined.
“Embarrassing?” The Priest whispered. “How dare you use that word, you know nothing of it! I will show you true humiliation, oh yes, I will embarrass you to such an extreme that your mind will break!”
You sobbed harder, shaking your head.
“I can see it now, you, on your knees as my brethren take turns using your mouth, filling your stomach with their seed, and I will make you do this until you lose control of your bladder, and you find yourself sitting in a pool of your own shame. Then, you can lap it all up. How does that sound?” The Priest laughed.
“God, please, no!” you begged, shivering.
“It will happen, and it will happen soon. And if you think that’s humiliating, I am happy to tell you that that is only the very beginning of your torment,” he replied. “And I’ll have you begging for humiliation in a matter of days.”
The Priest pushed the knife into your lower stomach. Your eyes widened as you felt the odd, but incredible sensation. He slowly slid the blade up, up, up, creating a large, bloody gash, opening your stomach. He carved until the knife was beneath your breasts, then pulled it out. Then, more hooks. They came quickly from the shadows, piercing the sides of the giant laceration and spreading it open just like your cunt. You lifted your head as high as you could and peered at your body. Your wet organs and intestines seemed to gleam in the candlelight, dark blood spilling onto the stone alter.
You laid your head back down, not wanting to see the state of your torso. The Priest reached a gloved hand inside the obscene wound and started to gently caress your insides. His fingers ran along the slick surface of your stomach, your liver, and your large intestine. His other hand reached between your spread thighs, a finger finding your exposed, erect clit.
“Such marvelous insides,” he muttered. “So many experiences to be had with each and every organ.”
The Priest’s finger rubbed your clit in quick circles, making your eyes cross and your back arch. He squeezed something inside you, you couldn’t tell what, but the feeling was breathtaking. His finger moved from your clit to your soaked entrance, and pushed inside along with a second finger. You moaned, your breath shaky as he thrusted in and out, curling his fingers right on your sweet spot. You saw flashes of white light as your heart rapidly pounded.
The Priest grabbed something inside you and yanked it out. An organ, you weren’t sure which one, glistening and dripping. He set it on the alter beside you before reaching in again and pulling another organ free. This one was your liver, you knew its shape, and he also set it aside. More moans escaped you as his fingers twisted and scissored you open.
“They’re not enough are they? he said.
He withdrew his fingers, and you whined. He walked over to a table and came back holding something. It was most certainly a plug meant for your backside, made of a material that looked like obsidian, and it was adorned with small metal spikes.
“This is smallest one we have,” he laughed.
The Priest spat on the plug a few times, then rammed it into your tight asshole. You felt it intensely stretch you, and felt the spikes tear into the tender flesh inside of your back end. He pushed it all the way in, then returned a finger to your clit.
You cried out, eyes squeezed shut as you felt the severe pleasure of being so incredibly full. The Priest reached back inside of your cut-open body, and tore out more organs before he started to slowly pull out your intestines. Soon the alter you laid on was covered with entrails.
He stopped rubbing your clit and tutted. “This won’t do, more needs to come out.”
He grabbed the knife once more and put it to the top of the large opening in your torso, and started to continue it, cutting up and up. Soon he had sliced all the way up your chest. More hooks came to pierce you and hold you open. Your ribcage, lungs, and heart were revealed, and he caressed one of your ribs.
“There, now we can clean you out a bit better,” he said.
The Priest grabbed your ribs, one hand on one side and one on the other. Then, he started to pull. The room filled with sickening crunching as he broke your ribs, pulling them away from your heart and lungs. “These were in the way,” he said.
Your mouth was open, saliva seeping from the corners down your chin. Your body trembled, your cunt clenching around nothing. It was heaven, pure fucking heaven. The Priest removed one lung, then the other, setting them by your head.
“Now…” he said sternly.
He gripped your heart with both hands, and slowly pulled it out of your opened chest cavity. He held it up over his head as he looked up, closing his eyes. It was almost as if he were praying. He brought the still beating heart back down to his chest.
“This little challenge is about to end,” he said.
He reached up and started to pull one the jeweled pins from his head. It slide out, covered in blood and bits of brain matter. He then pressed the end of the pin against your beating heart.
He smiled. “And to think, this was just your introduction.”
The Priest pushed the pin all the way into your heart, piercing it as blood oozed out.
Instantly, a tidal wave of pure, total ecstasy crashed into you. Your back arched high, your eyes wide, tears falling. You screamed, screamed and screamed as your cunt spasmed, spraying your arousal across the end of the alter.
“Fuuuuckkkk!! God, oh fucking GOD!” you screamed your slit throat raw.
How was this possible? You could barely think, your mind swimming as inhuman pleasure overwhelmed you. Your cunt continued to clench, copious amounts of slick pooling between your thighs. You thrashed, sobbing, thinking "how can I ever have a normal orgasm again?" This was complete bliss, burning pain, and the most intense pleasure a human could feel, it had to be. Your mouth turned into a smile, eyes rolled back, drooling and bucking your hips.
“All in your name, my lord,” The Priest said. “I make this offering: their agony, their pleasure, their blood, flesh, bone, and soul. They are yours now.”
“Yes, YES! Yours, all….yours….” you say, not caring about anything but the horrendously painful ecstasy.
You finally came down from your profound high. Had you been cumming for several minutes? Maybe hours? You couldn’t tell. You weren’t exhausted though, you were energetic, invigorated, full of joy and mirth. You had never felt better in your life than you did right then, throat sliced open, your body gutted, your bones shattered.
The Priest removed the pin from your heart and put it back in its place on his head. He came close, putting his face in yours. “You lose, and a deal’s a deal,” he said.
Your eyes are wide, and you’re sweating and trembling.
The Priest smiled, caressing your tear stained cheek. “Welcome to Heaven,” he said.
To be continued…