Chapter 31: The Sacrifice

When Penny had finally fallen into hypnosis, Mistress had quickly deepened her trance. Penny had gone so deep that she barely remembered anything that happened afterwards. She had a very vague memory of leaving the car, and of being bathed, but these were vague images more than memories. She also knew that Mistress had given her a few commands, but that she didn't need to remember them consciously.

One thing that she had remained aware of, though, was her intense arousal. As she drifted, oblivious to what her body was doing, she had remained quite conscious of her ever growing need for climax.

This need nearly overwhelmed her when she heard fingers snap right next to her ear, bringing her out of trance.

Penny was barely able to remain standing as her intense arousal combined with the blackness in front of her eyes to almost cause her to topple over. Disoriented, she tried to blink a few times to see if she could regain her vision, but she quickly realized that she was wearing a blindfold.

She did her best to ignore the pulsing, erotic energy that was making her entire body feel alive and sensitive so that she could take stock of her situation.

From the cool air on her skin she could tell that she was naked – she wasn't even wearing the heels from before. She was also instantly aware that the butt plug was no longer in her asshole. Her hands were cuffed behind her back still (or perhaps again) and she was still gagged, although instead of feeling her panties in her mouth she now felt a rubber ball, and there were straps pulling across her cheeks holding that ball in place. She could also feel something around her neck – something that felt like a necklace.

But the sensation that drew her attention the most was in her nipples. Both nipples throbbed with the intense pain of a pair of clamps and she could occasionally feel the chain that connected them brushing against the upper part of her abdomen.

Having catalogued her physical situation, Penny then began to listen to see if she could get a sense of where she was and what was about to happen to her. As she listened closely, she quickly realized that there were a lot of soft, subtle sounds in whatever space she was in. There was no mistaking it: there was a large group of people in the room with her!

Her whole body tensed at this realization, but at the same time she could also feel her sex warming even more and her nipples pulsed even within the merciless clamps that were attached to them. She began to shake slightly as she was overwhelmed by the situation – by being so exposed to so many people when she, herself, couldn't see anything.

"Jenny, bring the initiate to the altar!" Mistress's voice penetrated all of Penny's thoughts and immediately her heart began to race even faster than it already was.

A moment later, she felt a sharp pull on the nipple clamps – someone was using the chain to pull her forward! Blindfolded, and with her arms trapped behind her, she was hesitant to walk forward too quickly, but the painful tugging on her nipples persisted. After a few agonizing moments, she decided to trust whoever was leading her and simply walk at a normal pace. The pressure on her nipples abated slightly, but there was a still a steady pull compelling her forward.

As she walked, she could hear whispers coming from both sides of her, and felt her whole body blush as she realized that she was walking through an audience – an audience that was currently focusing all of its attention on her.

"Another beauty – how the hell does she do it?"

"My god, Mistress Catherine has quite a gift."

"They're so gorgeous and so obedient – it's amazing."

"It just isn't fair how easily she finds them."

All of these whispered comments floated into Penny's ears, frightening her; humiliating her; arousing her.

Eventually, the tugging on her nipples stopped completely, and she felt a hand on her chest that seemed to be signaling her to stop walking. She stood still, and awaited her next command.

"Jenny, prepare her."

Shortly after hearing her Mistress's voice utter these words, Penny felt hands upon her. These hands were coated in some kind of oil, and were rubbing that oil all over Penny's skin. First, she felt the hands spreading the oil on her back and buttocks, even rubbing her fingers around her recently used asshole. Then she felt the hands on her chest, massaging the oil into her breasts and occasionally bumping the nipple clamps, which caused her to moan into her gag in both pain and arousal. Next, the hands worked over her stomach, before moving down and lingering momentarily on her hungry, needful sex. Finally, they traced down each leg, covering her completely in the oil.

This task complete, the hands then undid the buckle behind Penny's head, and she felt the ball gag being pulled out of her mouth. Penny wasn't really sure what was expected of her, so she remained silent, squashing the moans that perpetually threatened to escape her at any moment.

Then the hands once again began to pull on the chain that was attached to Penny's nipple clamps, guiding her to what seemed to be a specific spot. The tugging on her nipples ceased, and moments later Penny felt hands press down on her shoulders, compelling her to lower herself into a kneeling position.

Penny readily complied, and as she began to lower herself, she realized that there was something between her legs – it felt almost like a saddle against her inner thighs. As she lowered herself further she suddenly felt something against her sex, and she froze. Something was attached to this saddle device that would penetrate her if she were to sit all the way down! Penny continued to hold herself just above the device, fearing what would happen if she continued to kneel.

But the hands pressed down on her shoulders, and eventually she relented, lowering herself all the way down and allowing a large phallus to enter her dripping sex. Penny could feel her whole body quivering as the phallus entered her, and she inhaled sharply as it rubbed against the sensitive walls of her sex. By the time her bottom touched down on the saddle, the intruder was deep within her – not so far that it was painful, but definitely far enough that Penny felt quite full.

At the same time, having lowered all the way down, Penny could also now feel a slightly rubbery device pressing against her clitoris. Her heart was thundering in her chest at the new sensations, and at her awareness of what the audience must be witnessing. She had been completely oiled up, and was now straddling what she assumed was a one of those sybian devices that she had heard of but never seen.

She helplessly sat on the device, trying to make sense of all that was happening to her, and that was when she smelled the aroma and heard the moaning of another woman very close to her! There was no mistaking it – she could smell the scent of an aroused woman quite intensely in front of her. Though she couldn't see anything, Penny was quite certain that an aroused woman's sex was mere inches away from her face, and she imagined that the woman before her could feel her own breath against her sensitive folds.

The moaning that Penny could hear only reaffirmed this belief. With each of Penny's own deep, ragged breaths, she could hear the woman so close to her moaning at the sensation of air against her sex. Penny briefly wondered if she was expected to pleasure this woman, but she had had no indication that that was the case. She simply remained in this position, so close to an aroused woman's most sensitive area while her own intense arousal raged through her – the heat of her sex swirling around the phallus that was so deep inside of her.

All of her thoughts of the woman in front of her ceased, though, when she suddenly felt the phallus within her start to move in quick, small circles, and the rubbery pad pressed against her sex began to vibrate! Penny couldn't hold back her moans any more – the surprise alone tore a long and erotic shriek out of her throat. As the motion of the phallus and the intense vibration continued, Penny began to alternate between deep, lustful moaning and desperate, needful whimpers.

All the while, she could hear the other woman's moaning increase as Penny's own breath began to stimulate this woman more and more. This, in turn, only spurred Penny on further. Penny began to rock her hips on the sybian as much as she could without hurting herself on the phallus that was impaling her, and desperately wanted to be free of the cuffs that prevented her from touching her breasts.

She could hear the chain attached to her nipple clamps rattling as her motions caused it to sway back and forth. But those sounds soon joined a similar set of sounds nearby, as Penny heard another small chain rattling near her. When Penny heard a large, anguished cry from the woman before her, she immediately knew that that woman's breasts had just joined Penny's own in knowing the erotic torture of nipple clamps.

But in that anguished cry, Penny recognized something else that caused a wave of panic to wash over her: even in its tone of lustful anguish, Penny could still recognize the voice that she had just heard: it was Sandy's. For the first time, Penny realized that the woman before her, whose aroused sex was filling Penny's nose with the aroma of sex, whose own arousal was increasing as a result of Penny's labored, lustful breathing, was her very own assistant; the young and impressionable woman that she had been so eager to protect.

Even as Penny's mind raced to make sense of this turn of events, she felt a blast of air against her face followed by the sound of several strands of leather striking bare skin. This, in turn, was followed by Sandy letting out a long moan – Sandy was being flogged!

Immediately, Penny's thoughts about her situation changed. All of the anxiety that she felt at being so on display in front of an audience vanished. The phallus buzzing away between her legs was still driving her wild with desire, but she was now doing everything in her power to ignore it. No matter how much all of this was turning her on – no matter how much her sex desperately compelled her to continue down the path that she had been following since Mistress arrived in her office, Penny knew that she had to find a way to stop everything that was happening. She had to protect Sandy.

With each strike of the flogger, Penny became more and more resolved. The wild need that was still growing within her would have to wait. Though her body continued to buck slightly on top of the sybian of its own accord, Penny's mind was trying desperately to pierce the overwhelming fog of her desire and to formulate a plan to escape it all.

She was still struggling to think through her arousal when, without any warning, the flogging of the woman in front of her – of Sandy – stopped.

Terrified of what was going to happen next, even as her anticipation of it caused her sex to quiver, Penny was startled when she heard her Mistress's voice above the moaning of both Sandy and herself.

"Now, let us take the final step in the ritual before we proceed to the sacrifice."

In an instant, Penny felt her blindfold being removed. Her eyes adjusted easily to the dim light of the candles in the room. But before she had even a moment to take in the scene before her, Penny's eyes were drawn to a single glittering object hanging in the air a few feet above Sandy's naked body.

As the pendant twirled slowly back ... and forth ... and back ... and forth, Penny's eyes and mind could not escape its hypnotic pull.

But she had to resist. Mistress had not commanded her to go into trance. And besides, she had to protect Sandy. Penny began focusing as much as she could on the buzzing sensation in her sex, determined to use her arousal to prevent herself from falling under the pendant's power. As strong as the pull of the pendant was, she fought desperately to remain in control of her own thoughts, to take stock of the situation and to find a way to save Sandy from whatever it was Mistress was doing to her.

Fighting for awareness, Penny did manage to take in the situation before her – a situation that realized all of her greatest fears. She could now see that she was on a dimly lit stage – the only light coming from several large candles placed all around. These candles cast enough light in front of her for Penny to be able to clearly see the oiled, glistening body of Sandy spread out naked before her – her oiled and dripping sex just inches away from Penny's face. A pair of nipple clamps attached by a chain adorned Sandy's nipples, just as an identical one trapped Penny's own. And Sandy was chained to what appeared to be a large altar – her legs spread helplessly wide, and her body completely defenseless from Mistress's various forms of torment.

And around her neck, Sandy wore a collar that clearly marked her as Mistress's slave.

As Penny fought to remain in control, to resist the constant, powerful pull of the pendant, the symbolism of the situation was not lost on her – Sandy was to be a sacrifice. As the sybian continued to spur on Penny's desperate arousal, and as the thought of what all of this must look like to the audience, flooded her mind and body with erotic energy. Penny knew that all of this was to force her to make an impossible decision: in order to continue experiencing the mind-blowingly erotic sensations that Mistress was putting her through, Penny would have to sacrifice Sandy, she would have to forgo her role as Sandy's protector and allow the naïve, innocent girl to fall prey to whatever Mistress desired for her. Penny couldn't let that happen.

But even as she resolved to place Sandy's protection above her own erotic satisfaction, her eyes continued to stray towards the pendant, and her mind continued to crave the relaxing, subdued sensation of a deep hypnotic trance. It would be her only respite from the overwhelming situation in which she now found herself. She was coated in oil, candlelight reflecting off of her skin, causing her to glow with the same light that made Sandy's beautiful body look so radiant and erotic, the red glow from her flogging only adding to the allure. Sandy's dripping sex was so close to her mouth, and both women's nipples were helplessly trapped within a set of nipple clamps. And all of this was taking place before a large audience that could see just how helpless and exposed both women were. And all the while, the sybian stimulated Penny's sex, driving her wild and distracting her from her determination to regain control of the situation and rescue Sandy from being an erotic sacrifice.

But if the depths of Penny's arousal robbed her of her ability to focus on anything other than her own need for release, then the crystal pendant offered an escape. It was so inviting, so alluring, so ... entrancing. Penny's eyes locked onto it once again as it slowly spun back ... and forth...

But she hadn't been told to go into trance. Like in the car, Penny used her obedience to Mistress to fight the allure of the trance that seemed so easily available to her – one that had already clearly claimed Sandy, whose frantic breathing had slowed slightly as her face took on the vacant stare of hypnosis.

But Penny would fight – for Sandy's sake.

Finally, Mistress's words rendered all of Penny's struggle useless.

"Look at the crystal. Feel yourself falling into it. Feel your eyes unable to look away. Feel your thoughts slowing down, becoming mine to command. Are you falling for me?"

Penny had been told to look at the crystal. She had been told to feel herself fall into it, to allow herself to slip into trance, to become hypnotized. There was no resisting the crystal. With a soft moan that expressed Penny's continued arousal, she replied "Yes, Mistress."

And it was true. Left to her own devices, Penny had been able to fight, although her struggle only resulted in her being tossed back and forth in a mental and physical contest. Her simultaneous desires to both submit to and resist her desperate arousal and her longing for hypnosis warred within her. But now, under the dominant command of Mistress, all Penny could do was submit.

"Go deeper for me. Feel yourself falling deeper and deeper as the crystal spins slowly back ... and forth ... and back ... and forth..."

Penny was going deeper. The buzzing in her sex continued to saturate her with lust, but those sensations now blended with a deep and controlling focus, as Penny's eyes stared at the crystal and enslaved her mind to the will of Mistress.

Finally allowing her trance to fully envelope her, Penny became aware of Mistress speaking again.

"Sandy, I want you to begin a chant. I want you to chant 'My climax is my sacrifice. With it I submit.' Begin now."