Page 71 of Brie's Submission
She blanched a little. That was not his normal greeting. She pulled the belt tighter around her coat and continued on as if she hadn’t heard him.Why did he have to ruin it by saying something new?Brie snuck a glance back, wondering what he was up to, but all his attention was focused on a group of chatty girls who were walking through the door.
Brie shook it off and hurried to class.
Mr. Gallant gave the girls time to write another fantasy in their journals. She opened the luxurious book with glee. The words she wrote on the gold-lined pages now had a chance of becoming reality. She shivered in excitement as she penned another favorite fantasy:
I was taken from my parents at the age of twelve to live in the temple. A group of men came to our village and lined the girls up side by side. They looked us over carefully, from the tops of our heads to the bottoms of our feet, only accepting those they deemed perfect. The girls who passed the inspection were taken to the temple on the mountain to live in isolation, cared for by eunuchs until they were called to serve. It was an honor to be chosen and my parents were proud—as was I.
I was to be a sexual sacrifice to our sun god, Ryca. I would help our people remain under his protection and in his favor.
Six years later, the seven of us who were of age were paraded before the leaders. They did another thorough inspection, including an examination to determine our virginity. I burned with shame as they pulled my lower lips apart and touched the small opening of my womanhood. Apparently, they were satisfied with my purity and I was taken to a special area to be bathed and prepared. Unfortunately, one of the other girls was sent back to her village in a cloud of disgrace.
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I am dressed in a simple white gown of the finest cloth, my hair left free-flowing except for the symbolic gold headband that marks me as a sacrifice. I notice my band has a ruby in the center. It signifies that I have been chosen for the head priest, the highest honor. I am to be the first to be ‘sacrificed’.
I am escorted through the throngs of villagers from distant communities who have gathered to be a part of the sacred ceremony. Naturally, only men are allowed to witness the holy ritual.
I see that the high priest wears an elaborate headdress that makes him look like Ryca. The headdress is shiny gold, like the sun, and the engraved rays shoot out from the center. I am in awe of his beauty. Then I notice his robes are open, revealing his nakedness underneath. For the first time, I see the instrument of my deflowering and I freeze. His manhood is darker than the rest of his body, and large, like a fifth appendage. My joy at being chosen is now replaced with apprehension. I cannot move, so the two men escorting me take my arms and guide me towards the altar.
Once beside it, they turn me towards the crowd and the men begin to chant. It is a solemn song that beseeches Ryca to accept the sacrifice as a token of faith from his people. At the end of the chant, the escorts disrobe me and I stand naked before the assembly. Their eyes are upon me, taking in every inch of my body without shame. I read hunger in their eyes, and it makes me quiver.
I am the sacrifice.
The priest speaks behind me in a voice that booms over the crowd. “Bring her to me!” The escorts easily lift me off the ground and carry me to the stone altar. They lay me down, adjusting my position and combing out my hair so that I am perfectly displayed for our god.
The priest stands at the foot of the altar and shrugs off his robes. He is completely naked. I see his broad chest free of hair and his tanned skin glistening in the sun. He truly is the sun god, Ryca, to me.
Ryca climbs onto the altar. The two escorts each simultaneously take my legs and lift them into the air so the crowd can act as witnesses. His large hand strokes my stomach and then rests on my mound. “Are you a willing sacrifice?”
“Yes,” I answer clearly. Although I am nervous, I have been groomed for this. I do not question my duty.
“Good,” he grunts. He settles himself between my legs and takes his great shaft in his hand to position it against my virginal hole. I feel the warm head of his member pressing hard. He is far too large, but it does not deter him as he pushes with more force against the flesh that valiantly protects my virginity. “I want blood, Sacrifice.”
I begin to…
“Hand in your books,” Mr. Gallant instructed.
Brie sighed in frustration. Once again, she had spent so much time setting up the fantasy that she’d left no time for the good stuff. She raised her hand and waited to be called on. “Mr. Gallant, may I take my book home to finish?”
“I’m sorry—until the end of the course your book remains here. What is the problem?”
“I barely started detailing what happens when he takes me.”
Mr. Gallant cleared his throat with an amused expression. “I am sure if a Dom is given the fantasy he will be able to navigate that part. But to be fair to you, I will read over it and hand it back during your break to complete if I deem it necessary.”
Their first practicum of the night involved playing with some of the different bondage devices Mr. Gallant had mentioned in class, so that they could decide for themselves which ones they personally enjoyed. Instead of Doms, the girls were allowed to experiment with each other under the watchful eyes of their four trainers.
For the first time during their training, Brie heard Mary laugh uncontrollably as she zapped Lea with a violet wand. Lea twisted and squirmed under the electrical stimulation, but begged for more. The sound of Mary’s laughter caused Brie to pause for a moment. The woman had been through so much in her life, and yet…she still had a little girl inside who had not been crushed. Mary hadhadto build walls to protect herself but, in this environment, those walls were slowly coming down.
During the break, a messenger gave Brie a note from Mr. Gallant. “There is no need for you to write further. Enjoy the evening.”
Brie was a tad disappointed, but trusted Mr. Gallant’s assessment. Just like with Rytsar, the winning Dom would have to improvise with Brie’s fantasy. Maybe Doms liked it when that happened. If the roles were reversed, Brie would certainly enjoy having creative license over her sub.
She was in for a wonderful surprise when Tono joined her on stage for the second practicum. The intoxicating Dom, with those long dark bangs covering his sexy chocolate eyes, smiled at her. She quickly looked down at her feet, not wanting to hear Ms. Clark’s reprimand. Brie could not quite hide her smile, though.
Tono saved her from her unwilling obedience by lifting her chin and kissing her. “Toriko, it has been far too long.” He whispered in her ear, “I plan to bind you tonight and have my way with your body.” She melted at his words, but stood quietly, waiting for his command.
He surprised Brie by moving behind her and wrapping his arms around her front. Then he began untying her corset ever so slowly while he breathed down her neck. She leaned her head back against his shoulder.
