The Priestess and the Sacrifice

By Matt Nicholson

When they were young, Merriam would giggle, caper, and dance around Eric, a beautiful priestess to his playful sacrifice as he lay on an ancient altar and watched. As they got older, their secret games grew more intimate. Their clothing disappeared, and her dancing turned into bondage and torment with him a most willing victim. But their trysts ended when Merriam’s father tried to overthrow Eric’s, and their secret playing turned into a young man’s slowly fading fantasy.

It isn’t until Merriam decides to follow in her father’s footstep and take what she thinks is rightfully hers that Eric again becomes her victim. But, this time, her games, the bondage, and the torment are very real. And, as the punishment heats up, the question becomes: How long will it be before his clandestine enjoyment becomes something else, and how much more can he take before the parts she has so enjoyed punishing in the past are really sacrificed for her cause?

(Editor's Note: This work contains graphic language and sometimes extreme sexual depictions of consensual female dominant male bondage and sadomasochism. It is intended for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Darker Pleasures
• Release date: Apr 19, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370473120

Matt Nicholson

Matt Nicholson is a freelance writer and editor for Darker Pleasures Publications, which makes him lucky enough to have written or edited all, or parts of, every story Darker Pleasures has published.Matt is a fan of both hard breast-oriented BDSM as well as hard femdom CBT. His tales, and those of his co-authors, range from R-rated erotica to hard bondage and more extreme BDSM fantasy. Their stories are available individually or in a number of anthologies including the "Tales of Submission" series, the "Beat 'Em or Bite 'Em" series focusing on breasts and BDSM, and the "Bust 'Em or Bite 'Em" series focusing on ball busting and hard CBT.When asked about his work, he says, "My goal is to make your most daring dreams of tit torture or cock and ball torture come to life. I want you to want to be in my character’s shoes, no matter how far from safe and sane the scene might be. Depending on your kink, you might not dare some of it in real life, but the idea still makes your cock stir or your pussy wet. I want to make sure you can’t help but wonder. That’s why we have fiction, to get around real life sensibilities. You read it to live in a world of BDSM you can’t live outside of the covers of a book."So, if you dream of being on the receiving end of such things and think Matt may be onto something, sit back and spread your legs. If your fantasy is to take a pair of tits or balls to the cleaners, turn on your reading lamp and settle in. Oh, and hear would love to hear what you think at mattnicholsonwriter (at) gmail.com.

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The Priestess and the Sacrifice

By Matt Nicholson

The Priestess and the Sacrifice

Published by Darker Pleasures at Smashwords

Copyright 2017, 2020 Matt Nicholson. All rights reserved.

Cover image by dmitriycherecko/123RF Stock Photos

Other books by Matt Nicholson:

Bust ‘Em or Bite ‘Em: Erotic Stories of Ball Busting and Hard CBT

Bust ‘Em or Bite ‘Em Again: More Erotic Stories of Ball-Busting and Hard CBT

Bust ‘Em or Bite ‘Em Some More: Even More Erotic Stories of Ball-Busting and CBT

The Breast Punishment Primer

Beat ‘Em or Bite ‘Em: Erotic Stories of Breasts and BDSM

Beat ‘Em or Bite ‘Em Some More: More Erotic Stories of Breasts and BDSM

Beat ‘Em or Bite ‘Em Again: Still More Erotic Stories of Breasts and BDSM

Smashwords Edition, License Notes

This work of fiction contains graphic language and detailed descriptions of consensual and semi-consensual female dominant male bondage and sexual sadomasochism.  The actions depicted are sometimes extreme with a heavy focus on genital punishment.  This work is written for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age.  All acts depicted are intended as fantasy. No persons associated with the writing or publication of this book bear responsibility for any harm to any persons resulting from attempts to perform these acts in real life. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or they are used fictitiously.  All characters depicted in this work are eighteen years of age or older.  Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.  All rights are reserved, including the right to reproduce or redistribute this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.  For information, contact Darker Pleasures, webmaster at darkerpleasures.com.

It seemed like hours since Eric McHenry had been overpowered, gagged, blindfolded, and dragged from his bedchamber in just his smallclothes. Even though he couldn’t see, he knew they had carried him up the dank, steep, untended spiral stairs to the long-forgotten torture suite at the top of the Duke’s tower.  It had only been minutes since they had clanked shackles around his wrists and ankles and left him to hang in the dark cell.  Minutes or not, his shoulders already ached from his arms being stretched upward, and his wishbone-spread legs made his hips almost as sore.

He was a little ashamed at the way his heart raced when the heavy wooden door finally creaked back open.  He wasn’t used to being helpless, at least not without his consent. When the light tread of boots closed the distance between the door and him, he was determined not to let his fear show.

The footsteps stopped just inches in front of him.  For a moment, the room was silent.  Then a hand brushed his belly and slid downward. By the time it reached beneath his underwear’s waistband and sharp fingernails bit into his testicles, he had recognized it was a woman’s touch. Still, since he wasn’t at all certain what she intended, he held his breath.

Female or not, there was a spite to the way she fished his cock and balls out like a cod from a barrel that made her seem far more vindictive than the men who brought him here.  As if making his point, the bruising grip got tighter. When he gasped in pain, he heard a quiet, cold laugh and then felt her nails drag cruelly up to his cock.

Without saying anything, she callously massaged for just the few moments. Once his erection was certain, her laugh got louder. After his cock stood tall and throbbing, she started working something thin and scratchy around the base of his left testicle. He was already a little embarrassed, but that embarrassment became humiliation as his penis got even harder to his assailant’s indelicate touch.

Moving with practiced speed, she pulled the coarse loop hard, brutally choking his scrotum’s sensitive flesh through to the core of his testicle’s thick cord. A spike of pain coursed back into his gut.  In moments, his other jewel was similarly bound.  Her punishing hands left him, but a painful tug on the bristly twine told him the torment was not over.  Seconds later, he groaned around the mouthful of cloth as more vicious yanks wrenched his balls