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Sacrificial Satiation

I was locked to a pair of stakes set heavily into a concrete floor, my wrists and ankles bound by cuffs attached to the stakes in a way that forced me to kneel. My arms were raised above my head, held up by bondage, and my ankles attached the same way at the very bottom of them. My muzzle was filled with a ring gag, large enough to cause my jaw to ache, attached securely with dense leather straps around my head. Strings of saliva dripped to the floor as I waited for my fate; the shape of it known, but not the details.

It was considered an honor. Those chosen as sacrifices were never again allowed to return to their families, but were seen living in their own secluded, guarded villages. It was presumed that they were reborn and unable to converse with the masses, else they be tainted by them. Nobody knew what happened when you were chosen, but they looked healthy and happy enough for everyone to believe that it couldn't be too terrible.

I wasn't too sure now, as I sat here bound and naked. I could understand the bindings, but what about this gag? It seemed a little too... Erotic. But I couldn't back out now; my guides had already left and they wouldn't interfere until the next day, they told me. The room was dark but not completely, but I definitely couldn't see much of anything. I continued to feel drops of saliva piddle from my involuntarily leaking muzzle.

Then there were some very quiet sounds of slithering. I turned and strained but couldn't find anything, not like I had hoped to in this darkness. Then suddenly a booming, omnipresent voice filled the room.

"Mortal." It said, and I realized the voice was coming from inside my head. "You are now within the chambers of the eternal entity Basthet, of pleasure and protection. For millennia I have provided health and safe harbor for the people of this land in exchange for the flesh of their bodies with which to sate my hunger for pleasure." With the end of the sentence my skull seemed to reverberate with silence. I wanted to respond, but couldn't form anything through the wide ring gag.

"I see my servants have bound you already. The following ritual will be painful, but rest assured that any injuries my physical form inflicts upon your body will be healed at its conclusion. It will also not injure you in such ways as to be mortally or mentally consequential to you for the remainder of your physical life."

When the voice finished these horrid explanations, I desperately wanted out. I struggled at the bonds, pathetically whined and tried to form words though the gag in my open muzzle and cried as best I could for any kind of savior. The voice promised pain, and nothing but darkness answered my calls for mercy. I could only begin to imagine the terrors it held for me.

"Mortal, restrain yourself. The only being that can answer you and affect your fate is me. Be still." It whispered into my head, my heart pounding in my ears. The slithering picked up again, louder and able to pierce into my senses through the wash of terror. Suddenly there was a cold prickling over my entire body, sending me into a writhing mess, ragged cries escaping my throat. I didn't understand what was going on, and I couldn't see what this feeling was coming from, but I could feel it taking hold of me. Something strong and dense gripped my midsection, constricting firmly but not uncomfortably. It felt...

Like a thick, slimy tentacle.

"Yes." The voice in my head whispered. "I can feel the shape of your thoughts. You have guessed my physical form correctly, mortal. We are beings of ethereal creation, able to manipulate planes of existence and the fabric of reality with our mental prowess. However, we do still have physical bodies, and those bodies require sustenance in different ways depending on the use of our powers. My physical form feeds on carnal pleasure, and over many thousands of years I have adapted it into the perfect form for the pleasurable manipulation of your bodies, both male and female."

My breathing quickened, eyes trying to find contact with any of the slithering appendages I could feel and hear, but unable to see any of them. The one around my middle was pulsing ever so slightly, like a heartbeat, and remained coiled around me in a firm embrace.

"Ready yourself, male. I will now begin." It said, and I was left with silence in my head. Terrified, I huffed staccato breaths, waiting for something to happen. I gasped and twitched, rattling my bonds as more cold tentacles began to entwine with my body, slipping through my fur. They coiled sickeningly around my arms, legs and finally my neck, eliciting a whimper of fear from me as it slowly and mercilessly brought its thick length to a firm constriction under my chin, forcing my muzzle to tilt upwards in response to its girth. I began to quiver in my bonds, the words of safety that were promised to me feeling more like empty lies. It's going to break my neck or choke me to death, I thought. Irrationally, I think this is my end. But the tightening stops, and my body simply sits in the firm, wet embrace of this unknown being, trembling in unrestrained fear. My body is heavily wrapped in it; my arms, legs and middle are coiled with multiple tentacles, not binding me down but definitely not letting me move from my spot. The one around my neck began to pull up slightly against my jaw, which forced my posture upright and my open muzzle to point high upwards into the empty darkness.

I felt a cold wetness on my nose, and realized then what it was going to do. I whined and thrashed in heavy protest, but the tentacles holding my body didn't budge. This is what the ring gag was for...

The cold tip slipped through the ring and rested on my tongue. I thought I would be sick, given the viscous slime of the tentacles, but it was surprisingly neutral tasting. Out of innate curiosity, I ran my tongue over it, finding the surface to be relatively smooth with a little of what could be defined as a 'wrinkly' texture, but not unpleasant. After the moment's pause, the tentacle began to move down my tongue, and I tried more to resist, closing my throat as much as I could behind the ring gag. The tentacle prodded at the closed flesh of my throat, and the voice returned.

"Your defiance is commendable, male, but futile." It boomed into my head as it wedged the tip into the back of my closed throat, and pushed.

My bonds rattled hard as I gagged, the tentacle forcing itself into my protesting throat. The slimy wetness lubricated its passage as centimeters brutally turned to inches, my neck beginning to buldge out against the tentacle holding it in place, the upwards angle of my muzzle simply allowing the penetrating tentacle to slip unheeded down my esophagus amidst my writhing and panicked protest. My eyes watered, tears dripping down my cheeks as those inches of hard penetration turned into a foot of thickening tentacle, and continued to force more in. I could elicit no sound around its thickness as it took up all the free space in my neck, continuing its onslaught until a dull pain in my lower chest caused me to stiffen up, the pain growing until a small 'pop' came from inside my body and the tentacle spilled itself lewdly into my stomach, its movement slowly coming to a halt after a few more inches pressed in for good measure.

"Breathe." The voice commanded, and lessened the constricting hold on the outside of my throat. I felt a slight ability to breathe through my nose, even with the huge thing spearing through my muzzle and into my stomach. It did say 'perfect form', and all...

I began to calm slightly, but my body still shook with tremendous fear. The tentacle had a weak heartbeat pulse like all the others, and I could feel it all the way down my throat and into my stomach. I couldn't help but be terrified. Suddenly a coldness began to fill my belly, coming through as a prickling sensation. I panicked again, not knowing what was happening within me.

"I'm administering an aphrodisiac to you. Calm down, mortal. It will help you enjoy this experience, as in the end that's what I need." It said, and suddenly my heartbeat felt like it was amplified a hundred fold and pounded hotly through my skin. I murmured around the tentacle in my muzzle, confused about the feelings but inexplicably becoming incredibly aroused. My skin burned with lust, and my member immediately began poking from my sheath of its own accord with a throbbing need like I had never before experienced. Within only a few seconds it was completely free, knot enlarging, and I could feel a constant stream of pre spilling down my shaft and fluffy balls, my entire pelvic area wracked by constant involuntary contractions. Nectar of the gods, for sure...

I was allowed a moment of respite to adjust to these new sensations. But my rest was not granted for long, as the tentacles began moving along my body again. The one around my midsection uncurled slightly, reaching its tip under my limp tail dangling behind me before tightening again, pulling my tail up to press against my lower back and exposing my underside to anything and everything wriggling in the darkness around me.

I guess I should have expected this, I admitted to myself in resigned panic. My cock pulsed and bobbed with this newfound exposure and gruesome anticipation, something in my psyche enjoying every moment of it as the most sensitive parts of my body were made defenseless to the advances of the tentacles looming in the darkness.

A single heavy slithering sound filled the room again, and I knew this one was coming to rape me. I could feel it in my mind, the desire of the being controlling it. The uncompassionate need to penetrate as far as possible, and to defile my body. The sound of its advance was definitive and absolute, and somehow gave off the aura of fate. The thick tip touched my right thigh and I jumped slightly, trying to brace myself for its advances but not concealing my fear very well. It slithered across my lap, running its slimy wrinkled skin over my pounding member before curling around my thigh and sliding itself underneath my balls. It was wanting me to feel its size, its strength, trying to send me into a frenzy of panic and anticipation of my impending impalement upon it. It was working.

The tentacle slithered between my hind legs, pressing against my hanging balls, along my taint and finally underneath my pinned tail. My body shook with unrestrained fear, tears dripping to the floor, unable to make nearly any sound through the flesh penetrating my muzzle. The tentacle felt at least four or five inches wide along my thigh, articulated and textured to hit everything inside me. It curled back around and pressed the lubricated, tapered tip to my tailhole. I thought about clenching down to try and resist, but realized there would be no way to stop a tentacle of pure, lubricated muscle from doing whatever it wanted with my virgin rump. I just hoped to God I would be able to do anything else with it after.

"I am your God." The voice boomed in my head, causing a sudden sinking feeling of loneliness, and then searing pain. I felt the heavy push ripple through the tentacle wrapped around my thigh, giving me only a split moment to prepare and brace myself before it slammed forward with extreme force against my tight entrance. The white hot pain mixed with intense pleasure from the aphrodisiac, but the penetration still caused a sharp, broken wail to escape my nose as my ring of flesh was violently pried open wider and wider, the tapered tip of the tentacle not backing off for even a moment. Leather creaked and chains rattled, the tentacles holding me in place tightening down against my reactions. I felt like I would be ripped apart as the tip speared an inch, then two, then four inside my rectum, my face stained with tears and my breathing broken and shallow around the obtrusion in my throat. Finally after what felt like an eternity of having my ass stretched beyond comprehension, the taper finally ended and plateaued into the slick, lubricated flesh of the body of the tentacle. Around six inches sat inside my rectum before the being stopped its assault on my body momentarily to give me a chance to catch my breath through my nose, heaving what I could through my limited airway. My body radiated heat from the strain and aphrodisiac, but the securing tentacles around my limbs and neck gave me no recourse as my knot and shaft pulsed hard between my spread legs.

Just as suddenly as it ended, I felt the flesh begin to move once more. A slower, more deliberate push coursed through the tentacle's muscle wrapped around my thigh, like an inchworm in motion. I felt it shift at least five inches around my leg, and my heart skipped a beat before it suddenly reached my backside. I gave a low grunt through my nose as the tentacle slammed that movement into me, the heavy squelch echoing through the room as it plowed itself further in by a good few inches, my body's natural resistance difficult to overcome. Had the tentacles not been holding my form in place I would have been nearly lifted into the air with the force it exerted to slam the length into me. I could feel the cold pulsing tip of it tickling deep in my lower abdomen, the thicker shaft of the tentacle situated a few inches into my rectum, giving me a good idea of what the rest of this experience was going to be like.

I breathe heavily through my nose for a few seconds, and brace myself for the next thrust. Like responding to my thoughts, I feel it build up in the length around my thigh, and clench my eyes shut before it hits. Even through my preparation, the audible schlop of the length gouging through my body and forcing another five inches of thick, slick tentacle through my rectum and into my colon causes another round of tears to stain my soaking face, punctuated by another broken cry. My breathing quivers as it settles again, my shoulders beginning to go limp from the strain of it all, the supporting and restricting tentacles wrapped around my body beginning to take over from my waning muscles, holding me tightly in the same position so as to not disturb the ideal posture for penetration I had been locked into.

I can feel the thicker shaft of the tentacle finally slip through my pelvis, a dull pain from the extreme girth of it stretching my bowels and the muscles around it pulling taught. I can't see due to the tentacle around my neck and in my throat, but I'm sure my belly is buldging out from it now, the furred skin dimpled out around the beginning of the shaft reaching through into my abdomen.

Little did I know I was in for much so more. Now that the tentacle was through the last constriction point of my body, I felt the next ploughing motion coil up around my thigh, but was caught off guard when it was much larger than the other two. My eyes widen and my breathing stops as a good ten or fifteen inches coiled up around my leg, and the ripple in the muscled length travelling between my legs and up under my tail to my stretched and taught rump. The supporting tentacles struggled to hold me in place as my lungs seize up, my eyes slamming open wide as I feel and hear that whole foot or more length push through me with an obscene squelch, my belly visibly buldging out as it plowed in and stretched my colon, sending my cock into a spasm as it slid hard against my prostate. My skin felt white and cold as the rest of my body went numb, the tentacle finally settling after its relentless prying deeper than anything I could ever imagine. The very tip prods just underneath my ribcage as it slipped through another bend into the top of my bowels, the thick shaft of it deeply lodged halfway through my descending colon.

I regain control of my lungs and suck down as much air as I can, already feeling the next thrust coming, the same insane magnitude as the last. How can something go so deep?!

It slams wetly into me, another ten inches of thick, slimy tentacle lurching into my bowels as tears stream down my muzzle. The shaft of it curls around into my transverse colon and I feel its thickness running through me, the pulses of its heartbeat very profoundly reminding me of its insane depth. My muscles have completely given up at this point and now the tentacles wrapped around my body are supporting me completely, holding me rigid and open for the tentacle raping me. My cock stands proud and pulsing between my splayed legs, its stark red contrasting to the dark, slick tentacle wrapping around my thigh and under my balls as it adds to the pool of pre collecting between my legs, a large puddle of sloughed lubricant joining it as the tentacle spears itself into my body from behind.

I feel the next movement from the tentacle, but can't even muster the strength to brace myself, and feel the supporting tentacles grip tighter before it pounds into me, its entrance completely unchallenged by my body as it lewdly ripples another twelve inches in before a dull pain sears through my right side. I huff and wince at it, but it soon dissipates as the tentacle's tip backs off slightly. It must have come to the join between my large and small intestines, I think to myself. There's no way I can accommodate such a girth in there...

But for the first time in a while the voice rings back in my head, "You've done well, mortal. Some don't remain conscious until this stage in the ceremony. Do not worry, I will not penetrate your body any further, but we are far from done." It says, and I'm at least glad that it won't be going any deeper. "You are also well under the influence of the aphrodisiac, which I have been slowly working into your stomach this whole time, so you may have control over your throat back."

With that the tentacle around my neck loosens slightly and the appendage lodged in my stomach begins to pull back. I was almost sick as it removed itself from my throat, feeling how much was actually lodged into me, but managed to hold it in as finally the glistening tip slipped from my throat and retreated through the ring gag, a thick trail of slime and saliva dripping from my muzzle as it did so. The coiling around my neck remained, but at least I could freely breathe again, panting out heavily through my unblocked airway.

"Feel free to vocalize any way you like, you will not be disturbing anyone." The voice said as it fiddled with the clasp at the back of my head, undoing it and letting the ring gag drop from my muzzle with a clatter. It was both comforting and terrifying; nobody would come to my aid, but nobody would ever know what happened to me, either. It would be very problematic for a male to be found with such a nauseating appendage raping him so thoroughly, deep in his bowels, and enjoying it, even if forcefully. I flexed my jaw and brought some life back into the sore muscles, swallowing and spitting out all the extra saliva and lube that had accumulated in it. I didn't chance a word, lest the entity decide it didn't like what I said, so I remained quiet despite the huge length still threaded and pulsing lightly through my abdomen.

Suddenly the tentacle began to move again, but instead of piling more into my bowels, it began to retreat. It pulled a number of inches from within my depths slowly, before slamming it back in with a crux of pressure right over the front of my pelvis, driving straight into my prostate. I hiss out, trying to keep quiet, clenching my eyes shut as electric fire runs through my groin, pre streaming from my tip. Before long a second retreat, this one a little longer than the first, and another fast pound back into me. I couldn't keep quiet for the second one, despite my efforts, and a yip escapes from my muzzle as the tentacle ploughs into my prostate again, making my body tense and pull against the other tentacles holding me in place.

The tentacle stays lodged in me this time, the full four feet pulsing lightly within my colon, before it begins to ripple within me. Articulated, definitely. It oscillates pressure, pushing, prodding and pressing with internal squelches as it massages and works over my body from the inside. It's not innately pleasurable, but it does add a deep thrumming warmth and relaxation to the penetration, like being massaged from the inside.

Then it begins to pull out again, while still rippling within me. This is going to be intense, I think to myself, and clamp my jaws shut as it drives back in loudly with serious force, smashing against my prostate again but also pressing through my entire abdomen with the gyrations of the tentacle along its length. I suck a breath down involuntarily as it forces back in, the constant motion keeping me on a higher plateau of pleasure every time the length slams itself against my prostate and pelvis, not allowing my arousal to recede. Each stroke in and out of me is longer and more powerful than the last, each one causing my body to writhe and my resolve for silence to crack further until at last I'm whimpering and whining, quivering with every trust, sweat dampening my fur underneath the strong tentacles holding me in place for the internal assault. My tongue dangles from my muzzle and my eyes glaze over more each time I'm fucked, the length piling in and out of my body with obscene strength and lewd sounds that echo throughout the room. My body, pliant and unresisting, is wet and sloppy putty to this being, and on the verge of exploding.

Finally one powerful thrust pulls me moments from climax, and I growl out with instinctual lust. The entity simply buries the tentacle as far as it will go inside of me and gyrates, the pain completely washed out by my building pleasure, my cock bouncing with needy anticipation. I just need one more...

"Please!" I yell, my voice cracking after all I've been through to reach this moment, "One... More!".

"Soon." I hear back in my head, almost sensually. The tentacle continues to gyrate throughout the abdomen, the movements clearly visible through my belly, and keeps me expertly on the verge of orgasm without allowing me to achieve it. My breaths become short, shallow and damp, my eyes throw colors into my mind, my body doing anything it can to get the smallest extra amount of pleasure from the appendage in order to release.

But it doesn't come. It keeps me right there on the edge, pulsing and leaking, but doesn't give me enough to follow through. I growl and begin to yell out, my body beginning to fail me as my already low strength is sapped away from being teased so completely and thoroughly to the edge of my sanity.

Finally, I snap, and beg, "P-Please! I can't... Take it!" I huff the words out, barely more than a whisper as my body begins to quiver uncontrollably.

"Not yet, mortal. Your spirit has broken, but I need your body to give in, as well." The voice says. I scrunch my eyes shut, the overflowing sensations coursing through my body taking a toll on everything they touch, and my muscles begin to twinge and slack after being locked in such a state for so long. I begin to pant out raggedly, a whimper with every breath, and slowly the rigidity in my body starts to fail and the tentacles take over for my muscles once again, holding me in place. My exhaustion starts to become absolute as the supernatural strength from my impending orgasm begins to fade, my stamina simply not able to supply it anymore.

It was then I felt the tentacle begin to pull backwards, knowing that I had earned release. I had nothing left to give as I panted out, my body completely limp despite my rigid cock, my mind a haze of anticipation and need. I took some deep breaths as it pulled feet from my backside, the wet length dripping with fluids, and braced myself for the rutting of my life.

It began slowly, putting pressure on my prostate, and built me back up to the very edge I had just fallen ever so slightly away from. My eyes crossed and my breathing stopped, and it sped up. It pushed harder and faster, that slight wrinkly texture rubbing over my prostate just enough to start pushing me over. Then it increased, ramming hard against me for the last foot of the insertion, a heavy guttural grunt erupting from my throat as it finally pushed me enough and let me fall into the chasm of pleasure that awaited, gyrating hard against my prostate specifically as my knot enlarged, my eyes screwed shut and I pulled with untapped, unnatural strength against my tentacle bonds, my body using stamina and energy it simply didn't have.

I howled out loud as I peaked. I felt it; hot, thick ropes of cum jetting from me harder than I had ever done before. The continual rubbing of my prostate added another layer to the ensemble of pleasure wracking my body that sent me to a whole other dimension. My bonds creaked as the tentacle pressured every single pleasure spot it could during my orgasm, rope after rope of potent canine seed painting the floor in front of me as I contracted hard around the length lodged inside my tailhole and completely threaded through my abdomen.

After a full minute of mind-numbing pleasure, I slumped, absolutely spent into the relaxed embraces of the tentacles that had held me for the whole ceremony. I panted in hard, deep breaths as I tried my best not to fall into the embraces of unconsciousness, but eventually my body submitted of its own accord, the exhaustion simply too much for it to handle.

The entity gently removed itself from his bowels and took a few moments to read the subconscious of the mortal. While it did not sense any injuries during the session, it still wrapped around it in a moment of compassion and pulsed some energy into the body, making sure to restore anything that may have been damaged regardless. What an interesting mortal, it thought to itself. Many become difficult or damaged during the process, but its subconscious is legitimately satisfied. It seems there may have been some severely repressed personal desires within it. I will instruct his new community to be accepting of it, and shall search for a personable compatriot within the ranks of the unknowing to provide acceptable social interaction with it.

Perhaps, even, they may wish to serve me a second time.