Dream ritual

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"Nightmare, this is a nightmare," Wange told herself. She'd had this dream countless times, and she knew exactly what she was about to face.
Almost giving up, Wange let her arms be grabbed and pressed against a stone table. Iron rings secured her neck, hands, and feet to the table. With her buttocks sticking out, she could look down from the stone table. She was atop a tower, and below was a sea of people, excitedly shouting incomprehensible phrases and chanting bizarre slogans, their cries intense and frenzied.
"Crazy humans…"
Ignoring her predicament, Wange looked at the crowd below with a mocking smile, until she felt a chill on her buttocks.
"It's coming…"
Almost as soon as this thought flashed through her mind, a sharp pain, accompanied by a loud crack, shot from her buttocks straight to her head.
Even
though she had a premonition, for two or three seconds, Wange's consciousness went blank. Everything about her, from body to mind, seemed to be dominated by that instantaneous, excruciating pain. Only when the second sharp pain returned from her buttocks did Wange's consciousness return to her body, transforming into a fierce scream. "
Ah ... Amidst the cheers and shouts, Elegy felt like an instrument, with the musicians behind her, each strike, each beat, manipulating the instrument called Elegy, producing a melody of lamentation. No one paid attention to Elegy's existence; no one cared about her existence. She was merely a prop used in this situation, a humanoid instrument responsible for emitting lamentations. The contempt of being ignored, the treatment as an object, almost drove Elegy to the brink of mortal shame, but she could only let out a series of moans and screams under the blows. As the number of blows increased, besides the pain in her buttocks, with each heavy strike, Elegy's vagina and uterus began to convulse. The faster the blows, the higher Elegy's screams grew, and the cheers from the crowd below intensified. The more enthusiastic the crowd below, the more unbearable Wange's reaction became. She could feel her legs were slippery, as if each slap had a splashing sound, and the spasms from each slap grew stronger until her legs, waist, and hips were all convulsing. Her vagina, uterus, and even anus trembled from the cruel slaps, cowardly betraying their master, weeping and crying out to the cruel murderer, only to be met with one more, stronger blow after another. Wange didn't know how long she had been beaten, but like a piece of music that was about to end, this performance, with Wange as the instrument, ended with the strongest blow she had ever suffered , ending with Wange's sharp scream. At the same time as she let out her loudest scream, Wange also felt her lower body uncontrollably gushing out a large amount of hot fluid. "Ah ... "Thank goodness, I didn't pee..." "Another dream..." Kneeling on the bed, Wange pressed her vulva, muttering to herself. Suddenly, her face flushed red. She picked up her hand and looked at her vulva. Through the obvious wet patch on her underwear, Wange's face turned bright red with embarrassment. "Ugh, what a nasty dream..." she murmured, complaining softly, but Wange's fingers couldn't help but slip inside her underwear, moving up and down. Suppressed moans slowly filled the small suite. Dream (II) "Wange." "Yes, Professor." Wange, holding the organized documents, was about to leave the professor's office when the professor called out to her. "Are you free this Saturday?" "Professor?" Wange looked at the professor in surprise. Her professor was over forty, married, and had two children. Now, she was actually... "What kind of look is that? My former teacher wanted to see you." Seeing Wange's look, the professor knew he had been misunderstood and quickly explained. "The professor's teacher?" Wange was even more confused. Although she was an assistant, Wange was just an administrative assistant, helping the professor with paperwork. She had nothing to do with the professor's expertise. Why would the professor's teacher want to see her? "Didn't you mention that dream that seemed to be about a ritual to me before? I mentioned it to the professor when I ran into him last time. He was very interested, so he wanted to ask you about it." "Huh? That dream?" Wange had mentioned that dream on a whim during a discussion between the professor and students about ancient ritual customs in the Amazon and Maya regions. Of course, she was an observer, not the protagonist. The professor did express some interesting thoughts at the time, but Wange didn't expect the professor to specifically mention it to his teacher. "The teacher is very knowledgeable about ancient rituals and is also very interested in your dream, so he wants to talk to you about it and learn more about the details. If you have time, he said Saturday is fine; you can come and visit." ************************************************************************** After considering it for three days, Wange still went to visit Teacher Li's house at the address the professor had given her. Wange was also very curious about her dream, and since Teacher Li was an acquaintance of the professor, Wange wasn't worried about her safety. Teacher Li's house was located in a somewhat remote area. Although basic living facilities were nearby, it was still sparsely populated compared to a bustling area. Upon arriving at the address, Wange was taken aback by the detached mansion in front of her. Perhaps due to this, Wange felt a sense of oppression when she saw Teacher Li who came to greet her. Professor Li was probably in his fifties or sixties, of medium build but without any signs of obesity. His physique suggested he exercised regularly and was quite fit. The professor mentioned that Professor Li had recently returned from the front lines of research overseas, indicating he was a true practitioner. Facing Professor Li, with his gray hair and serious face, Wan Ge felt like a child who had done something wrong, nervously facing her teacher despite not having done anything wrong. Fortunately, Professor Li warmly welcomed Wan Ge upon meeting her. After a brief chat and some questions about the details of her dream, Professor Li, with a strange expression, produced a document and began to get to the point. "Miss Zhao, in that dream, was the altar you saw like this?" Professor Li first laid out a stack of photos on the table, pointing to several altars for Wan Ge to see. The moment Wan Ge saw the photos, her groin twitched violently. The altars in the photos looked exactly like the stone table in Wan Ge's dream, only they appeared more dilapidated, as if they had suffered considerable damage over time. "...Teacher Li, is this the altar?"

Panicked and trying to conceal her physical reactions, Wange attempted to appear calm as she asked,
"Is this a relic discovered in the rainforest about sixteen years ago? Based on the timeline, it's likely from the Classical period of the Mayan civilization. The location where it was discovered has become a small hill due to the passage of time, but research indicates that the area was once a plain."
"After investigation, around the altar, there are the remains of some dwellings and traces of habitation nearby, suggesting that a civilization of roughly the size of a small kingdom once existed there."
"I was once invited to investigate that altar. Based on the inscriptions on it and accounts from nearby tribes, I roughly deduced what the altar was used for."
Teacher Li enthusiastically recounted his findings, while Wange simply stared at the photos of the altar one by one. The memories from her dream became increasingly clear—the excruciating pain, the tragic humiliation, and the final climax of liberation—causing Wange to involuntarily clench her legs tightly.
"Ugh...wet...wet..."
Her body's reaction made Wange ashamed. Suppressing her emotions, Wange asked, her face slightly flushed,
"It's exactly the same as the altar in my dream. What is this altar?"
As if waiting for Wange to speak, Teacher Li asked seriously,
"Have you ever heard of sacrificing to the gods?"
"Sacrificing to the gods...the kind involving human sacrifice?"
Wange frowned, for some reason, she vaguely disliked this guess.
"No, no, although it uses people as sacrifices, it's not as bloody as human sacrifice,"
Teacher Li said, shaking her head.
"This sacrificial ceremony is performed by a female priestess who represents the nation in repaying the gods for the sins of the entire year."
"A prostitute? Repaying?"
Wange was confused by the string of terms, especially the word "prostitute," which made her feel strangely uneasy.
"The 'ji' in 'festival' doesn't refer to the 'ji' in 'prostitute,'"
Teacher Li corrected Wange's misunderstanding, then continued,
"That people believe that everyone makes small mistakes every day, and if these small mistakes accumulate over time, they will anger the gods."
"So once a year, almost the entire nation gathers at the high tower in the center of the city, where the god's representative, perhaps the king, represents the people of the whole country and whips the priestess on the altar of the tower." "
The priestess is a woman between 20 and 30 years old. Every year, the woman who becomes the priestess prays in the temple, and only leaves the temple during the festival, where the representative whips her in front of the entire nation."
"Whip…"
Wange couldn't help but swallow, and using the table as cover, she gently pressed her hand against her vulva through her skirt.
"No...how...how can I do this in front of strangers..."
Wange lowered her head, her face flushed, looking at the photo on the table, but her mind kept replaying the dream, the pain of being whipped, the humiliation of being treated as an object. Her fingers began to gently, subtly, rub her vulva through her skirt.
"According to them, the priestess must let go of everything on the altar, let the representative whip her, and then cry out loud, declaring to the gods that they are atoning for their accumulated sins."
Teacher Li, seemingly oblivious to Wange's reaction, continued:
"The louder the sound, the more severely the priestess is beaten, and the happier the people are. That means the gods hear more clearly, and the people can pass through the next year peacefully."
"Look here, the color is different from the rest, isn't it?"
Teacher Li said, pointing to a photo.
"This is..."
Her secret masturbation was interrupted. Like a child caught doing something wrong, Wange blushed and looked in the direction Teacher Li was pointing. Her face instantly turned bright red. She knew exactly where it was—the spot on the altar during the festival, where she had been forced to lie prone, right between her legs… her vulva.
"After testing, that area contained bodily fluids. Although we couldn't analyze the specific components, I speculate it's probably the urine from the priestess being whipped until she lost control, and…"
Teacher Li suddenly stopped speaking, but Wange knew exactly what he hadn't said: besides the urine, there was also the vaginal fluid from orgasm…
"Miss Zhao."
Just as Wange was almost completely immersed in her own surreal state, Teacher Li suddenly called her name.
"Ah… yes!"
Wange's body jolted, and she quickly sat up in response. Her buttocks and legs trembled slightly under the table. Wange bit her lip, trying not to make a sound.
"I...I've climaxed..."
"I have something I want to show you. Can you come with me for a moment?"
Seeing Wange's awkward reaction, Teacher Li smiled strangely and said to Wange. Looking at Teacher Li's smile, Wange felt a chill run down her spine, but an inexplicable urge to obey made her obediently nod.
With an uncomfortable, wet feeling between her legs, Wange followed Teacher Li from the living room into the house.
When Teacher Li opened an iron gate and led Wange inside, the first thing Wange saw was a stone platform exactly like the one in her dream.
Standing in front of the stone platform, Wange froze. The object from her dream had appeared in reality, and Wange found herself on the verge of a mental breakdown.
"This is something I had someone remake according to the specifications of that stone platform."
Teacher Li's voice sounded behind Wange. Wange slowly turned around and looked at Teacher Li. In his hand, Teacher Li held an object that looked like a whip or a board. The oppressive aura that had been making Wange feel intensified, causing her legs to tremble involuntarily.
"What I didn't finish saying was that besides urine, some of those bodily fluids should also be the gush produced during a woman's orgasm. However, most scholars wouldn't accept this claim, so I didn't bring it up. But I think Miss Zhao, you should believe me, right?"
Looking at Wange, Teacher Li slowly took off his glasses. His eyes, unmasked, seemed to exude a fierce intensity. Wange was speechless, nodding with trembling legs.
"I've been researching what women feel during torture. I discovered that women can almost always reach orgasm under strong domination. Don't you think so, Miss Zhao?"
Raising the whip in his hand, Teacher Li suddenly lashed it against the pillar beside him. A crisp, heavy crack filled the entire room.
In the echo of the crack, Wange's legs trembled, and she slumped to the ground.
Dream (Three)
"I've studied the sacrificial rituals of many races."
After hearing the loud crack of the whip, Wange lost all her strength, slumping to the ground as Teacher Li removed all her clothes.
When Wange noticed the obvious wet stains on her underwear as Teacher Li stared at her, she tried to cover herself. But Teacher Li's mere glance was enough to deter her from any attempt. She dared not make a move. Even without words of command or coercion, just his gaze and presence were enough to make her instinctively and simply not dare to disobey him.
"I've discovered something interesting. There are many similar rituals in history that involve the cruelty of offering sacrifices to the gods, and even simplified versions still exist in modern times."
Rough, large hands pressed down on Wange's head, forcing her onto the replica ritual stone platform, and a metal ring was fastened around her neck.
"In those kinds of rituals, those chosen as sacrifices are almost always women, and almost all of them do so voluntarily."
Wange's right hand was forcefully pulled to the right and then her left. Teacher Li firmly and decisively secured Wange's head, hands, and feet to the altar.
Wange no longer thought about why Teacher Li had locked her to the altar. Her eyes were empty and unfocused, staring ahead almost dazedly.
She could feel her body; her nipples rubbed against the stone altar, slowly hardening. Between her wide-spread legs, her already soaked vulva oozed fluid like a spring, slowly flowing down her thighs, some dripping directly from her vulva.
But these were like instinctive reactions. Wange didn't feel anything unusual about her current state. From the moment she heard the sound of the whip, she knew she was supposed to be fixed to the stone altar, to receive the punishment of being whipped. It was her duty, and also her…desire.
"In this ritual, besides their duties as priestesses, why do those female priestesses want to become priestesses?"
After completely restraining Wan Ge, Teacher Li, carrying that strange leather whip, walked naked in front of Wan Ge and said.
"I think it's because they derive unimaginable climaxes from the sacrificial act, but this theory is considered heretical in academic circles, and I haven't been able to find a way to prove it until I found you."
Teacher Li's half-erect penis was right in front of Wan Ge's eyes, her vision fixed by iron rings, so Wan Ge could only stare at the penis. A slight pungent smell wafted from Teacher Li's penis into Wan Ge's nose. Wan Ge smelled the smell blankly, not hearing what Teacher Li was saying at all.
'The stench of a man…'
Wan Ge thought blankly, smelling Teacher Li's scent. She felt a wet, sticky fluid seeping from her vagina between her forcibly spread legs, slowly dripping to the ground. Wan Ge couldn't help but stick out her tongue, wanting to touch the penis in front of her.
"You'll definitely prove me right, Miss Zhao."
Before Wan Ge's tongue could touch Teacher Li's penis, it had already left her sight. Wan Ge looked ahead, lost and bewildered, and then heard Teacher Li say these words behind her.
'This is…!'
"Snap!!!"
A
loud bang, Wan Ge's consciousness went blank for a moment, then she screamed.
"Ah…!!!"
Just like in the dream, the same impact, the same electric current, Wan Ge couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion for a moment, but when her scream burst out of her throat, Wan Ge was certain that she was in reality. Her previously dazed consciousness returned, and Wan Ge instinctively wanted to speak up to stop Teacher Li.
"No… no… ah…!!!!!!!!!"
The second lash, ignoring Wan Ge's pleas, came down, followed by the third; the fourth. Teacher Li seemed to have turned into a machine, silently continuing to whip Wan Ge's buttocks.
"
Ah
...

Her buttocks and legs trembled, her vaginal muscles convulsed violently, and even her anus began to tighten repeatedly. Wange felt as if her body was split in two. She could clearly perceive the messages and reactions produced by the whipping of her lower body, but they were completely beyond her control.
Incontinence, screaming, orgasm—these were almost the only three reactions in Wange's mind. Time, space, and morality were all absent from her consciousness. She could smell her own urine mixed with the stench of her body sweat, giving her a strange pleasure.
Wange felt that those three reactions were not something she could control, but rather actions commanded and controlled by Teacher Li through the whip. She seemed to be back in a dream, howling under the whip, seemingly hearing the cheers of the people below the platform.
[The louder the sound, the more severely the priestess is beaten, the happier the people are, the clearer the gods hear, and the more peacefully the people can pass the next year.]
The words Teacher Li had spoken flashed through her mind, and Wange suddenly felt herself about to scream, to let the pain of the whipping spread throughout her body, to let her body faithfully react to everything, to convey her sins to the gods. "
I am not human, I am just a sacrifice woman, my task..." She was no longer Wange; she was now merely a sacrifice woman
, a tool on the altar to convey her loyal faith to the gods, a prop for whipping and wailing. "Ah...!!! ... "This is a reward from the gods..." Licking the penis, Wange thought blankly, exhausted. ****************************************************************** Three weeks later, Professor Li came to teach at Wange's university. Wange volunteered to become Professor Li's administrative assistant, assisting him in compiling years of research data into a paper. It was a low-paying and tedious job, and her colleagues, with sympathy, advised her to refuse. But Wange simply refused with a smile, a detached smile; as she refused, her buttocks beneath her clothes were covered in whip marks. [The End]

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