Nillys woke softly in the brightly lit room. Cress lay nearby, peacefully snoozing where she had passed out, her crotch serving as a pillow for Nillys head. The sheets were still sticky from last night and the heady scent of arousal met Nillys nose as she sat up gently. She had marched to the temple resolved to sacrifice herself, but so far had lived an easy life of relaxation and sexual release. The reason was obvious, only one willing sacrifice could be accommodated at a time. Even before several thousand Bischetti captives had arrived as offerings, the halls of Oum�s temple had been packed with the willing. Cress stirred as Nillys cleaned herself in the tub each priestesses had in their room. Nillys had yet to sleep in the main room. The mischievous priestess of Oum had taken a liking to the blond sacrifice. The red headed cleric took Nillys to bed with her every night.
 
 �Mmm, check the board would you?� Cress said sleepily as Nillys stepped out of the water. The board was a list of which priestesses would be performing sacrifices two days from now. It was also the harbinger of Nillys� doom. When a priestess took an offerings oath, they also would be the one to sacrifice the willing victim. Cress usually asked Nillys to check the board as she made a slow start to each day. Apparently being an early riser was not a terribly important virtue to the goddess Oum.
 
Every day another group of her fellow Bischetti and some pious Valkans were missing from the hall. More women came in to replace them, but not in the same volume. Cress was rather open with Nillys about the processes by which the temple operated, and let her know that this was a slow period. There would be a grand festival soon, and most women would want to save their fatal piety for the spectacle. This meant the Valkans that mixed with the Bischetti�s in the hall now were impatiently eager to please their goddess with their lives. Their eagerness was proving to be infectious.
 
Every human of Mesk began to feel curiosity towards the concept of death as they reached puberty. This curiosity often grew into desire for females as they grew older. Faith had taught Nillys that to die was to become food for one of the gods and titans that had once joined forces to create the world, fill it with life, and seal the dark ones away.
 
She made her way towards the board in the front of the hall. On the board were the names of the priestesses who would offer their pledges to the goddess. When she had first arrived she had checked it multiple times a day in her excitement. The list was only updated once per day though. Blushing as she remembered her foolish enthusiasm she went to read the new names.
 
 Her heart thundered in her chest as soon as she looked at the board. By chance her very first glance had fallen directly upon Cress� name. with a trembling hand she reached out to feel the letters carved into the wooden plank. She double checked the spelling, it matched, letter for letter. She would die two days from now.
 
 "Congratulations." Said the priestess who had hung the board up not too long ago. Several others who were also checking congratulated her as well. Several of her fellow Bischetti hugged and kissed her, groping her one last time as the crowd began to form around the board. Nillys said her goodbyes with happy tears in her eyes as she staggered her way back toward Cress� chamber. Cress gleaned all the information she needed from the look on Nillys� face.
 
 �So it�s time.� She wrapped her half clothed form against Nillys� nude one. �I have been looking forward to seeing you on that altar.�
 
 After a quick fondling, Cress led Nillys to a new hall she had never been allowed into before. Girls were being prepared for sacrifice en masse. Young acolytes of Oum massaged and bathed the offerings, rubbing oil onto nude bodies and primping the hair of those who were due to meet their end soon.
 
 �We shall have to cleanse you before you feed the mighty Oum.� Cress explained. �I shall leave you here. The next we meet, I will give you to Oum personally. You remember Berrie from the oathtaking? She will be your cleanser today.�
 
 The dark haired priestess was waiting in the cleansing hall as Nillys approached the starting position. After a quick nod to Cress the Berrie ushered Nillys past into the hall. Nillys walked on shaky legs down the hall. She wasn't the first one there and many of the other doors in the hallway were shut. As she passed she could hear the victims that preceded her screaming behind the closed doors. Anticipation of discovering what went on behind those doors made her legs shake all the more the priestess opened a door and led her inside. What awaited her inside was an erotic array of tools, hoses, pumps and dildos on a table. Next to the table was an inverted cone in the floor with a drain in the middle. Suspended in the middle of the ceiling was a curious looking frame with several carefully shaped, hardened leather rests with restraint straps on them. The small, twin tailed priestess turned an appraising eye on Nillys and spoke.
 
 "Close the door behind you and then stand on that circle over there." Nillys did as she was told. The circle on which she stood glowed green as the priestess poured magic into it. "Definitely not pregnant. Nice and pure too. I hate it when Cress is right." The priestess said. "Put your hands behind your head please." Again Nillys did as she was bid. Raising her hands perked her breasts out. The petite priestess� eyes sparkled with amusement. �She always knows how to pick them.�
 
 Another inspection of Nillys' body ensued, turning her around, having her spread her legs apart, then hold her arms out at shoulder length. Berrie opened Nillys� mouth and ran her finger along her teeth, pulled up her tongue, then had her show off her bite. A tool was used to probe her nose and ears. Eventually the priestess cupped Nillys' face and stared deeply into her eyes. Nillys wasn't sure what she was looking for and the other girl must have noticed her panicked breathing as she wondered if she would be turned away after all this time.
 
 "Most of this is pure formality," Berrie said as she held Nillys; chin up. "swallow please. Gifts given to Oum are her food and so, as humble servants, we must make sure those we give are without disease or infestation. Cress wants me to be very thorough with you since you're her favorite offering of this batch." She talked while she worked, going through the hair on Nillys� head and in her pits where it had grown longer than she ever let it get before being captured. The priestess� hands explored Nillys� sternum and her back and she could feel the tingle of magic at work. "Deep breath. Hold it. Exhale slowly. Good. Stand straight and pout out your chest." Nillys proudly presented herself, and Berrie�s eyebrows raised in appreciation.
 
 The priestess cupped Nillys� breasts and lifted them up in a firm grope. Just as Nillys was beginning to feel pleasure, Berrie dropped them and watched their jiggle as they settled with satisfaction of both her responsibilities and tastes to judge the look on the priestess�' face. She then pinched her nipples and repeated the raise and release for another jiggle. Nillys' nipples now erect, Berrie moved around her and groped each of her buttocks, pleasantly kneading both before releasing. She asked Nillys� to lift her arms and she could feel the other girl�s excited heartbeat as she put her arms around Nillys,feeling her body from the bottom of her breasts down just below her waistline. Her hands betrayed her desires by sliding reluctantly along Nillys� skin as she backed away.
 
 "Go to the harness. Two more checks and we can start preparing you for your sacrifice." Already feeling aroused from the priestess' fondling, Nillys shuddered with anticipation at the word that meant her death. She was feeling the desire to end strongly now. She noticed some moistness between her thighs as she walked over to the harness that the priestess was lowering. The seat was designed to cup her rump as she sat with a wide space cut into it so that her vagina and anus were both exposed. As she sat and leaned against the backrest it gave way slightly. The priestess helped Nillys spread her thighs wide apart to where the rests for her lower legs were held away from the rest of the frame on poles. The priestess began tightening the straps around Nillys� ankles and knees. As her body was taken away from her control, a pathetic whimper escaped from her mouth unbidden.
 
 "Go ahead and let it out." Berrie said as she tightened straps around Nillys thighs and waist, securing her lower body to the harness' seat.
 
 "I'm no coward! I was taken in battle. I pledged myself to this and I will follow through bravely!" Nillys protested as the priestess pulled crossing straps over her chest and between her breasts.
 
 "That pleases Rhal when his sacrifices meet their fates in battle or on the victory poles. You are giving yourself to Oum." Berrie reminded her as she pulled another strap across Nillys� chest underneath her breasts then a second one over the top of them. "The fear you feel is because the valor is gone, all that remains is you. Your body, your thoughts, your life." Berrie continued as she forced Nillys to lean back. The holy woman pushed Nillys until she grimaced then relinquished a bit, raising her eyebrow until Nillys nodded that it didn't hurt. She fixed the upper section in place so that her body was leaning backwards. "Oum gave you all of these things as a gift, the gift of existing. A gift which you now freely pledge back to her." She brought a headrest to the back of Nillys� neck and fixed it so that she could lay her head comfortably.
 
 "Oum will take your body and devour it. Oum will take your thoughts and digest them. Oum will take your life and use it as her nourishment. You, as you know yourself to be, will cease. The gift shall be done." Nillys was now laying down and looking up at the priestess as she maneuvered the shackles for her hands into place.
 
 "Your natural fear at giving up the gift of life pleases Oum." Berrie held out her hands for Nillys, requesting that she give herself over to the binding. "It is a sign that her gift was appreciated." She finished.
 
 Nillys was breathing hard. She was aroused, and terrified. The priestess had spared no detail in her fate and left her no question that her decisions now, her very ability to make decisions ever, were leading to the end. She would no longer decide what to do when she woke up. She would never feel another lover's caress or give kisses to anyone. Just as she hadn't given the creature that made the chunks of meat in her stew that morning a second thought, she would turn into a memory and be forgotten in short order. The thought of it all burned through her! Tears streamed from her eyes. Her groin dripped loudly. Her heart thudded against her rib cage pushing blood through her. Her nipples stood on end as though to drill through the ceiling and her clitoris had burst from her and felt the cool kiss of the air. Smiling in spite of the terror she bit down on her lip and raised her trembling hands, placing her wrists in Berrie�s palms as she gave an aroused but despairing wail. The priestess secured her as she sobbed and the final loss of control caused her to climax from the mixture of terror and arousal while willingly guaranteeing her own demise.
 
 "Yes fear is good. Oum does not want the life she gives to be casually tossed aside. Only great conviction, as you have shown, gives the gods greater pleasure. At first Oum refused to eat you know? Though all of her fellow gods and even the titans begged her to take back the gift, she starved herself." The priestess gave her sermon while sliding her hands across Nillys� skin. Berrie walked slowly stopping to stand between Nillys' spread thighs. Nillys listened and her sobs began to die down as she learned more of the deity who would devour her.
 
 "The titans caused great disasters, Rhal gave people wars to cover the world in his violent rage. Dorr punished all who sinned with death and every other divine being tried their best to keep the world from filling but more and more people were born every day." As Berrie spoke she inspected Nillys� lower parts as clinically as she had inspected her head. Berrie�s fingers probed Nillys� anus and spread her lower lips apart to peer inside. Nillys had stopped crying now and began to moan as the fingers worked her lower body.
 
 "One day, a girl counted her sisters and then looked at their fields. There was not enough ground for them all to stand and still grow the food they would need to live through the winter. Her sisters were all with child and the problem would only get worse so she cried out to the goddess. 'Oum, giver of life, I Mortess beg of thee to take back the gift you gave me.'
 
 "At first Oum despaired and asked Mortess why. 'Mortess, faithful daughter, why do you spite me? Is not living a grand thing to be treasured? Do you not fear the end?'
 
 'I fear the end, oh goddess, I do. I fear to be inside your belly where I shall drown and burn. I fear such an end to this wonderful life I have had.'
 
 'Why then, do you ask me to do this thing?'
 
 'My life has been a grand thing indeed but it grows hard and this winter I shall starve. What of my nieces? They shall be born and know not the taste of food and the joy of a full belly. Without food they shall not grow to be women and learn the joys of a man. I beg of you, oh goddess, take back my gift which I have enjoyed so much. Take it back so that my kin may enjoy theirs as well.'
 
 Oum heard the desire of noble Mortess and broke her fast on her flesh. Those who had heard Mortess' plea agreed with her and also begged the goddess to feast upon them. Oum refused to eat any who bore another gift within them. She refused to eat of men, for they tasted of valor which pleased her brother the most. She feasted upon those who were willing to die to give others a happy life. The children who were born told tales of Mortess and they too returned their gift so that their children could be happy. So today we willingly return our gifts to the goddess of life and death with joy in our hearts. We feel the fear of our end, but seek the happiness of all."
 
 Nillys was smiling now and sniffed as tears of joy ran down her face. She still felt afraid, but knew the joy Mortess must have felt as she gave others a happy life. The priestess wiped her face with a warm expression. Berrie took a step back, stripped, and grabbed a brush and a glass of liquid. Nillys could smell the aroma of the sacred herbs that turned all sensations into pleasure.
 
 "Let�s begin." Berrie said simply.
 
 The next couple hours were bliss and torture together. The Berrie�s attentions kept Nillys on edge for half of the day. Every time the scrubbing, rinsing, or wiping threatened to give Nillys orgasm, Berrie would back off and let her come back down. Nillys had her skin washed thoroughly. Her teeth were brushed and cleansed. A couple of enemas cleaned out her behind and a constant supply of water had her making water several times. As the sun went past its apex and started down the other direction, Nillys learned what blissful torture really meant.
 
 Taking out slender brushes mounted to thin tools, Berrie began to repeat the treatment given to Nillys� outer body on her insides. The brushes gently scrubbed out her rectum, urethra, and her vagina. This time Berrie allowed Nillys to reach orgasm each time she approached. In fact, it would be more accurate to say she wouldn�t allow Nillys to stop orgasming. As the shadows in the room showed the sun was on the last legs of its journey, Nillys was a quivering gasping mess of pleasure. Berrie paused to let Nillys catch her breath, and then came back with a long and slender brush that had not been used up to this point.
 
 �As you are Cress� chosen favorite, she�s requested that I go the extra mile and purify your bladder and womb as well.� Berrie said, bringing a dropper with a long tube into view. �This part is very intense, but you can decline. Most offerings don�t go to Oum with those cleansed. So?�
 
 Berrie raised an eyebrow in question. Nillys wasn�t at all sure how something could be more intense than half a day of edging followed by a half a day of orgasm. She was being offered a great honor by Cress, though. Besides, she was being sacrificed, this choice was really one of the last decisions available to her. Biting her lip, Nillys caught Berrie�s eye and nodded.
 
 �Cress sure can pick them.� Berrie mused.
 
Without further ado, the priestess stuck the snout of the dropper into Nillys� urethra. Feeling the tube push deeper than any of the points in her prior cleansing, Nillys struggled uselessly against the straps that held her down as the sharp sting of violation traveled upwards. Inside of her body, Nillys could feel the tip of the tube work its way into her bladder. The sting of the penetration caused her to shriek. What she had thought was a cry of pain came out as an erotic moan of pleasure, Nillys realised that it didn't hurt at all. It just felt so good she could hardly reconcile the sensation. Before the realisation had a chance to sink in, Berrie squeezed the reservoir. As the contents of the dropper squirted into Nillys, the restraints creaked as Nillys body thrashed in pleasure that it couldn�t withstand. Berrie took a casual step to the side as Nillys gushed from her groin. The intense orgasm refused to subside for a few minutes, and when it did Nillys quivered with the echoes, conscious and yet not aware of her surroundings as Berrie took the slender brush and scrubbed gently at the inside of Nillys� bladder.
 
As the priestess of Oum withdrew the tool, Nillys felt an incredible amount of relief wash over her. She couldn't remember a time she had felt so relaxed. She saw Berrie pick up another dropper and slide it up her vagina. The penetration of her cervix caused Nillys to give out a long, blissful sigh as her tired body simply succumbed to the intense pleasure.
 
 Whatever the priestess did to purify her womb Nillys could not have recounted as she swam in a haze of lazy pleasure for the rest of the afternoon. She was only vaguely aware of her body being carried to a tub and cleaned again before she fell into an exhausted sleep in another freshly made bed.