There are many stories about obscure ceremonies. So many legends and rumors are told about cults that are as secret as they are dark, whether they are about the goddess Lilith, the terrifying rituals of Moloch, or acts of devotion to some demons or gods of the underworld from distant and forgotten religions.

But there is a much lesser-known legend, which the ancients stopped telling in order to make it fall into oblivion. And you, Sissy, must have already felt that in a previous life, something dark, almost demonic, had happened to you. So, let me tell you what you experienced a long time ago, in one of your distant lives of which you have no memory.

We return together to the 13th century in a small village in Transylvania. A region where superstitions were numerous and could make your blood run cold. Every year in mid-autumn, food reserves were plundered and some villagers accused monsters created by a malevolent being, half-demon, half-sorcerer named Sărut. Although no one had ever seen these creatures or Sărut, everyone believed this explanation.

In your village, Sissy, the beginning of autumn brought the fear of disappearing reserves and the fear of a coming famine. It was then that one day, a peasant found, in his field, a stone with engraved inscriptions. It seemed to be a small stele in honor of Sărut, on it a representation thought to be the hollowed and wide-open mouth of the demon. Inscriptions explained that to calm Sărut, the body of a beautiful sissy had to be used and that all the dripping semen from her body had to be collected and poured into the mouth of the representation of Sărut.

That’s why one evening as you were sweeping the dirt floor of your modest home with your straw broom, you were savagely grabbed by several men from the village and taken to the public square. You were wearing a long black dress, your red hair shone in the light of the torches and fires that served as lighting and you were already wearing a metal chastity cage. You panicked when you saw that in the square, there were only men and my blood ran cold when you saw, in the middle of the square, a pillory.

Without anyone saying a word, you were taken to the pillory, your hands and head became prisoners of this wooden frame. A kind of slightly raised bench allowed you to rest your bust. You quickly understood that this way, your mouth and your ass were at the perfect height to accommodate all the men’s cocks who, from then on, surrounded you. The Burgomaster approached you and told you that he was sorry but that it was the only way to satisfy Sărut. At the same time, one man placed a large bowl under your head and a second between your spread thighs. He lowered his pants and you faced a big dick. “You’re going to suck and drain my balls! Your drool and my cum will eventually flow into the bowl, Sissy, and this bowl, like the one behind you, must contain enough juice to fill the mouth of the stele.”

He grabbed you by your red hair and you opened your mouth, thus leaving the passage free for his dick. Without waiting, he fucked your little mouth, he fucked it so hard that your pretty eyes started to become glassy. He took advantage of it, the bastard, under the pretext of the sacrifice for Sărut, he was pounding your mouth like a little sissy sucker. Then you felt your dress was pulled up, that your panties had just been ripped off and that a warm liquid was flowing between your buttocks. Someone was pouring oil into the furrow of your buttocks, you understood it well, you were going to be fucked by your sissy pussy.

A hand separated one of your butt cheeks without any gentleness, a glans landed on your small orifice. The oil did its job well as this dick now filled your pussy. He gripped your hips, you didn’t even know who he was but you felt him fully penetrating you. Without hesitation, he fucked you, he went back and forth in your oiled pussy, with his horny guy’s dick. The mayor in your throat, another in your ass, you could only let it happen, a prisoner of this frame in front of all the men in the village. You quickly understood that they were waiting for their turn, and that even if the square was only dimly lit you could see that they were jerking off while watching you. There were so many cocks, Sissy, and you, you could only let it happen.

While this scene was totally obscene, an unexpected excitement was rising in you. You began to moan from these dick strokes that were perforating your small, fragile and captive body. The mayor held your head firmly, you felt his cock contract and as he moaned like a pig, he sent a large amount of sperm into your mouth, it was gushing and gushing again, he must not have purged himself for a long time. He withdrew and told you to lower your head and let everything flow into the bowl. A large amount of ball juice mixed with saliva dripped from your mouth and filled the bowl. Then another man grabbed you by the hair to make you raise your head and you opened your mouth, impatient to be rammed again by an unscrupulous cock. If you had your hands free, you would have jerked it off in your mouth, but it was impossible, letting it happen was the only option, Sissy.

You heard the one who was fucking you say “Bitch I’m going to come and empty myself deep inside your slutty sissy ass!” And he hadn’t lied, you could feel that he was emptying himself well into your ass. He withdrew and without waiting a cock entered you with a dry thrust! You let out a muffled moan of astonishment, stifled by the cock that was stamping on your tonsils. His cock was thinner but much longer, he penetrated deep into your body and you felt he was bathing in the cum of the previous one. He told you, “you’re good, your ass is much better than my wife’s pussy,” and he slapped your buttocks while laughing! In any case, he must not have fucked his wife for a long time because it took only a few thrusts before he said to you “here, take that, slut, I’m emptying my balls deep inside you!” As he withdrew as quickly as he had come, you felt that sperm was flowing from your pussy and you suspected that it would end its course in the bowl.

“Hey, the one before me had a really thin cock, this is going to feel really strange, my pretty, because I’m going to put a big caliber on you.” Indeed his glans and his cock were massive! You shook your hands, you clenched your toes as he tried to force his way through. Slowly and surely, he was opening your pussy and penetrating it! You moaned with pleasure and you seemed so excited that it spread to the cock you had in your mouth. This one was spitting out all the cum it could into you! You wanted to swallow this good hot sperm but you knew you had to make it flow into the bowl. The big cock in your pussy, Sissy, was starting to feel good, really good! You moaned and cried out “yes, go on fuck me, fuck me hard, I’m your little whore.”

A man who was waiting said “hey guys, the sissy slut is going to cum!” They all started shouting “cum, cum, cum Sissy,” this atmosphere and the dick in your pussy was so exciting that you started to cum, your orgasm flowed from your cage and went to join the bowl. Seeing you cum had increased the excitement of this huge cock that was ravaging you because as the last drop of your orgasm escaped, he sent all his sauce into you! His ejaculation was as massive as his dick, you felt filled, you felt full and when he withdrew you could feel this hot cream gushing from your pussy. The splashes you could hear made you understand that it was flowing well into the bowl. And each of your orifices was filled again, filled with cock, then filled with juice.

This parade in you lasted until sunrise and you had already stopped counting how many males had abused your body. Although supported and motionless, you were breathless and tired, your sore mouth and throbbing pussy were still wide open. The mayor recovered the two bowls and showed you an impressive quantity of sperm. If you could, you would have lapped up the bowls, but they were intended for something else. They poured all the juice you had collected into the mouth of the stele hoping that it would appease Sărut who would leave the village alone this year. Then they freed you and carried you to your bed to rest.

That year, nothing happened, Sărut left the village in peace. That’s why the mayor came a few months later to tell you that from now on, you would be sacrificed every year and that’s what happened for decades. You no longer remember all this, and what you did not know at the time is that in reality, Sărut simply means “to fuck” in a Romanian dialect.

So, you can ask yourself this question, Sissy, could all this have been a staging with the objective of finding a reason to put you in the pillory and use your body for an entire night? In any case, for my part, I could invent all the possible legends to justify that I sacrifice your body for my pleasure.