Nillys was awake before the sun came up. In truth she would have to confess that she had hardly slept at all. Her night had been spent in nervous contemplation of the fate she would be meeting this day. Weeks ago she had willingly surrendered herself to the Legions of Valkam. Trading her freedom to the Valkans had saved her home, but also doomed her. The Valkans and Bischetti both offered their captives as sacrifices to the gods and titans of Mesk. Nillys awoke this morning to march through the gates of the city of Valkam and fulfill her oath to obediently sacrifice herself. She shuddered as she contemplated walking to her doom. Not from fear, but anticipation. Like all peoples of Mesk she harbored no fear of death and actually desired a spectacular end for herself. The trip to the capital had done little to lower her expectations of a climactic demise.
 
 On the march to the Valkan capital she had seen a third of her comrades in arms raised upon victory poles as sacrifices in honor of the Valkan god Rhal. Tied to the tall poles with stakes soaked in potent aphrodisiacs stuffed into their genitals the women were slowly orgasming to death all along the road to the border. Nillys could still hear the last victims moaning with pleasure along the road. Now that they had reached Valkam, Nillys would not share their fate. From what the guards had said she and the other captives would be herded triumphantly through the city in a grand victory parade and portioned off to the various Valkan gods.
 
 All around her the host of Valkam and their Bischetti captives stirred to life with an air of excitement. Nillys sat up and chatted with the other nervous captives as they waited for the march into the great walled city of Valkam. As the women chatted, their guards came and offered them wet towels to clean the dirt of their travels off. Soon after the grime of the march had been removed priests and priestesses of the various Valkan gods began to move amongst the captives. Soon Nillys and the rest were being poked, prodded and fondled as the clergy began to claim their victims.
 
 A young woman about Nillys age approached and the other priests and priestesses seemed to wilt away. From the imperious look on her face, the beautiful redhead was used to such reverence. The woman was dressed in pure white robes that clung to her body, revealing every single curve. Watching the graceful steps of the priestesses, Nillys was surprised to find herself tingling under the gaze cast her way. Even though Nillys had been certain that she preferred men, the bright blue eyes aroused a sense of profound desire in her. The other woman must have liked what she saw since a moment later she was standing at Nillys� side.
 
The priestesses held Nillys gaze without blinking and Nillys found herself unable to look away. Somewhere inside herself, Nillys felt the sensation that she was looking at her destination after a lifetime of travel. The priestesses poked and fondled Nillys like a piece of meat at market. With the other clergy, Nillys had shied away from their touch. For the priestesses, Nillys felt warmth dance across her skin as the holy woman squeezed her full breasts. Nillys shuddered with excitement as a hand traced softly across her lean figure to her womanhood and began to test what was there. The other hand cupped Nillys cheek and turned her head for the priestess� blue eyes to examine. Those blue eyes met Nillys again as a finger poked its way inside her from below. The other hand ran itself through Nillys short blonde hair gently. Staring into the priestesses� eyes Nillys had the feeling of a fate reached.
 
"What's your name?" The priestesses asked, moving her hands to roll Nillys nipples between her fingers.
 
"Nillys my lady." The bound woman gasped.
 
"Do you know of Oum, titan worshiper?" The priestesses said and wrapped her arms around Nillys to clutch at her rear.
 
�She is the queen of the gods.� Nillys squeaked as she was pinched.
 
�Correct. My name is Cress, and I would feed you to the goddess Oum. Would you choose this fate?� Cress said while continuing to fondle Nillys body. By this point it wasn�t even a question to Nillys, she desired whatever fate this woman would have of her.
 
�Yes! I would meet the fate you choose!�
 
�Well spoken. You shall go to Oum.� Cress tied a blue string around Nillys neck and led her over to another group of women with blue strings. Nillys felt a giddy rush as she joined the other nude women whose fates were now certain. Soon Cress and the other priestesseses of Oum returned and formed the offerings into a column. Nillys found herself on the edge of the formation as they began their march towards the grand gate in the walls of Valkam.
 
The gate was unlike anything Nillys had ever seen, or even imagined. Her home Bischette was also a large city with a wall protecting it, but there was no comparison to be had here. The walls of Valkam towered into the sky. Banners flapped atop the wall so high that the snap of the cloth couldn't be heard at the base. Unlike the walls of Bischette, or even the Valkan border fortress of Kholar, the walls of Valkam were not imposing gray stone. The towering bulwark was pure white and seamless, a barricade of pure perfection against the blue sky. The opening of the gate groaned like some massive beast, ready to devour Nillys and the other girls.
 
Though Nillys couldn't hear the flags at the top of the wall, the opening of the gate let out the tumult of thousands of cheers. Beyond the gate, the streets were lined with cheering Valkans beyond counting. The priestess in front of the column motioned for the sacrifices to begin their march, and with a shuddering step, Nillys trod obediently towards her fate.
 
While Nillys herself was the spectacle that the Valkans had come to see, the Bischetti captive couldn�t help but gape in wide eyed wonder. Not a one of the Bischetti was prepared for the grandeur of the seat of their ancient rivals power. As she walked under the shadow of the massive entrance, Nillys and the other sacrifices were showered with flower petals from above. Spectators threw petals of their own as they cheered uproariously for the doomed captives that marched by. The cheering was odd, however. Only the shrill voices of women and children seemed to cry out. As Nillys looked around she could see very few men in the crowd. Those she did see spared the nude women only an appreciative glance or two before wading back through the crowd to parts unknown.
 
�Where are all the men going?� She wondered aloud.
 
�The pious women of Valkam celebrate the bounty that will be offered to the gods. The soldiers gate is where the men shall receive their victorious fellows in Rhal�s honor.� Cress said as she suddenly came up beside Nillys. �Those that are here are just getting a leer at girlflesh before they run off to see the army. The only woman who will be nude there is your former commander as she prostrates herself to the queen. I�m told that�s a show that�s worth seeing though.�
 
�I had no idea Valkam was so huge.� Nillys said, still twisting her head to see in every direction. Even a march to her doom couldn�t stop the demands of Nillys� curiosity.
 
�Most Bischetti have entered Valkam as you are now. There hasn�t been peace between our nations since we were both children. I expect this recent bloodletting will calm the generals of both sides down and there shall be another uneasy peace between our nations.� The priestess mused as they continued through the throng.
 
The cheering crowd of women was thick even after marching several miles into the city. Children began to appear in numbers as they proceeded deeper inside. Always appearing in groups attended by the priestesses who would be their guardians. Nillys couldn�t help but remember when she had been a child and watched captured Valkans being led into Bischette for sacrifice. Just as she was becoming lost in reminiscence a young boy ran out quickly and landed a slap upon her buttocks. Nillys let out a shrill shriek as the child's comrades laughed.
 
�Shoo now! She is defeated mighty warrior of Rhal. You�ve nothing left to do here.� Cress said as she pushed the boy back to his group.
 
Nillys suddenly had a memory she wished she hadn�t. She and her friends had done the same thing to the captive parades when she had been young. No matter how much scolding they got, the urge to humiliate the prisoners had been too strong for the young Bischetti�s. The tradition appeared to be universal as the next group of children produced another child slapping another captive�s rump. As Nillys looked forward, she observed that the adults were now being outnumbered by the children in the crowds by a great margin. Noticing the stutter in her step, Cress pressed her fingers against the small of Nillys back. The tingle of a spell being placed upon her caused Nillys to look the priestess in the eyes as her senses began to sharpen. Soon the feeling of air brushing against her skin and the voices of the crowd were causing a tickling sensation all over her body. Cress grinned a mischievous grin.
 
�So suffer the vanquished.� The priestess said as she got out of the way of a young girl intent on landing a spank.
 
The slap caused Nillys to yelp again. This time, the feeling was sharper, but also tinged with a slight bit of pleasure that lingered for several paces afterwards. It wasn�t long before another child was chastising her, this time slapping her groin as she ran past. The tickling pleasure burned across her skin, and had not subsided by the time another youngster delivered another spanking. Cress began to giggle openly as the march became a gauntlet of precocious youngsters. After a half mile, Nillys was at the verge of orgasm. The spell upon her prevented her from actually having a climax, without stopping the sharp spike of each slap from pushing her over the apex.
 
Soon the captives were led into a wide stone square and the crowd was held off at a distance by ropes. Nillys was drooling and grinding her teeth against the stimulation. Even in the throes of her denied orgasm, Nillys couldn�t help but gape in awe at the structure that dominated the other end of the square. Tall white columns, grand entrances, massive sculptures and grandiose banners filled her eyes. Even at a distance, Nillys had to crane her neck to see the top of the massive structure.
 
�Behold. The temple of Oum, Queen of the gods. My home, and your final destination in this world." Cress said. The captives were once again being separated into groups, twenty or so to each priestess. Nillys was kept in Cress' group as they were marched to a small stage set into the side of the grand temple. �You shall have the honor of being the seal of the oath.� Before Nillys could think to ask what that meant she was being led up the stairs to the stage.
 
Being paraded naked through town was one thing. Being displayed nude before the crowd that was gathered in the square was quite another. A shrill cheer went up as she stood upon the platform before the multitude. Due to the spell placed upon her skin, Nilly�s would have orgasmed from the vibrations if the magic had let her. Cress and another priestess each took her by an arm and led her to the front of the stage. Nilly�s staggered along as the two led her to a strange set of restraints between two poles with handles at the edge. The other priestess seemed to notice what Cress had done as the two drug the captive between them.
 
�Cress! Really? Why must you always toy with them like this?� The raven haired girl said as the two priestesses un-tied Nillys� wrists only to secure them in the shackles on the restraint that looked like an upside down �Y.�
 
�We like it when our food is tenderized. Why should the goddess be any different?� Cress said as she tied a strap underneath Nilly�s arm. The other priestess gave Cress a disapproving look as she also tied a strap on her side. The priestess didn�t press the issue as both of the worshipers of Oum knelt and tied a belt across Nillys� waist, and one on each thigh. Then the two lifted her feet off the ground to shackle her ankles behind the pole as well. The crowd cheered again as the two priestesses stepped away, leaving her on display. Another spike of pleasure assaulted Nillys as she hung before the masses. She shrieked in surprize when the frame tilted backwards. Soon she was lying on her back with her spread legs open for the crowd.
 
"Bear witness all, gathered here, as those before us pledge their flesh and life to mighty Oum!" The dark haired priestess proclaimed. As the Valkan spectators pressed in behind the ropes for a better view, Cress shed her robe. The young priestess also felt the exhilaration that came from baring oneself to a crowd as she looked down at Nillys with flushed cheeks. Although, the dominant expression on her face clued Nillys in that her ordeal was only just beginning. "You who have surrendered, you forfeit your body to Oum, Queen of the gods. Show all gathered here the sign of your submission, and become the seal of her hunger. Let all who witness be blessed. Let all who wish to submit themselves before Oum pay homage to the seal."
 
At the completion of the speech, Cress straddled Nillys� head and grabbed the handles upon the poles on either side. From her position, Nillys looked up at the beautiful woman as she spread herself in full view of the crowd. Again, Nillys experienced an unfamiliar desire for this pristine holy woman that contradicted her lifetime of preferring men. The smooth skin of Cress� lower lips looked delicious. Coupled with the arousal that still held Nillys in its thrall, the desire to taste overcame everything else. Nillys craned her neck and kissed the slit above her and Cress cried out in pleasure for the crowd to hear. The sound of her voice was muffled to Nillys as Cress� thighs squeezed in on either side of Nillys� head.
 
Nillys could tell that, once again, her mischevious tormentor had added magic to their ritual. The taste of the priestess was intoxicating. As Cress moaned and writhed in pleasure before the crowd, Nillys desperately dug her tongue into the flooding slit. Then Nillys felt lips plant a brief kiss against her own exposed crevice. A shock ran through her body as magic flowed from the the sacrifice paying homage between her legs to priestess in her mouth. The spell denied Nillys an orgasm once again, but the magical connection seemed to bleed into the priestess as well. Cress� body jerked from the spark as if trying to get away. Nillys felt a mischievous urge to get some payback for the march, and thrust her tongue deep inside Cress� hole. She was rewarded with an erotic cry from her tormentor, but it seemed the magic flowed both ways. Nillys could feel Cress� arousal as well as her own now. Soon another pair of lips was kissing Nillys� exposed sex, this time with a small bit of tongue ran along the labias. Another shock of pleasure washed through Nillys and into Cress. As the two squirmed in pleasure, Nillys could feel more of Cress� feelings. With each kiss planted between her legs, the line between where Nillys� feeling ended and Cress� began blurred.
 
As the ritual proceeded, Nillys and Cress bucked with each assault that ran through them as the line of Bischetti captives signified their acceptance of being sacrificed with a kiss to Nillys� groin. The twofold pleasure began to invade Nillys� thoughts, and she found herself succumbing to the wanton instincts to give and receive pleasure. As the two women were forced beyond the point of orgasm, but denied the release, their consciousnesses began to bleed into one another. Cress could feel the straps holding Nillys down, the breeze upon Nillys� exposed clit, the feeling of every lip and tongue that payed homage, even the taste of her own vagina. All of these feeling bled into the priestesses as she held herself steady atop the sacrifice.
 
Nillys had her eyes closed as she greedily sucked upon Cress� groin, but she began to see things through Cress� eyes. She could see herself stretched out on the frame as she lapped at the priestesses below. She could feel the determination that kept Cress holding the handles to either side of her as the two women shuddered with another sealing kiss. Off to the side the dark haired priestesses was preaching to the gathered Valkans as the Bischetti line moved by in an orderly fashion. Behind the ropes she could see Valkan women disrobing and joining the line to be sacrificed themselves. Oum had to be mighty indeed to inspire such devotion in a time of plenty.
 
By the time the last Bischetti had given oath, Nillys and Cress were being assaulted by continuous climax denial. As Valkans began to offer themselves, Nillys could feel an intense heat building up inside both of them. Pushed beyond her limits, Nillys strained against her bonds as each kiss tormented her with pleasure. Cress was desperately offering a prayer to Oum between her clenched teeth. Nillys wasn't sure how the suffering priestesses managed to stand, unbound and endure their mutual erotic torture. The heat began to build into a burning bonfire of sexual tension within both women. Nillys began to thrash wildly. Cress� prayer slurred into a high pitched wail as her thighs clamped tight around Nillys� head. Finally, the spell broke and the two women were inundated by the sensation of every orgasm they had been denied that day. Nillys� convulsed in her binds, spraying the willing Valkan sacrifice in the face with a fountain of arousal. Cress� back arched, and her hands finally let go of the handles. She would have fallen if the other priestesses hadn�t moved to catch her. As the priestess motioned to some acolytes to come help, Nillys was released from the frame and laid down at Cress� side. The two women twitched with the aftershocks of their magnified climaxes as the offering that had been sprayed was tied into the frame and the dark haired priestesses took Cress� place.
 
Nillys was aware of her surroundings, but a prisoner to the twitching muscles and nerves leftover from her ordeal. Cress and her were placed upon gurneys and moved into the temple proper. Laid next to each other in a cool room, the last thing Nillys saw before passing out was Cress� smiling face as she lay next to her.