RP Script - Sacrificial Lamb
The helpless little victim has a gift.
Standing in a robe wearing a tribal mask, I raise my hands to the air and clear my throat for the speech to the villagers. “The almighty gods have summoned the lovely princess for the sacred honor of the harvest sacrifice!” I lower my arms and point to Ashley, standing in the corner of the room dressed in a sheer gown trembling in fear. “Come, Princess. The gods have summoned you!”
She shook her head, pleading to be let go. “No! You can’t do this!” she exclaimed. “The village needs me!”
I smiled. “Yes, the village needs you more than ever!” With my outstretched palm, my mystical force draws her toward me, putting Ashley in a mesmerized trance. Her chest out, as if magnetically attracted to my hand, she walks closer. My fingers reach out, wrapping her face as my deep hypnotic trance takes full control of her mind. “The gods demand a tribute to the harvest. You shall have the honor of presenting yourself for the sacrifice!”
“Yes, Master...” she complied, succumbing to my power. She stands before me, her arms akimbo with her palms up. My hands reach up to her parted gown and I tear it open, exposing her beautiful chest to me. The collars slide from her shoulders and down her arms, leaving the gown to fall to the floor. Her vulnerable naked body awaiting the preparation of her fate.
My hand caresses her cheek as her breathing quickens, her mind still in a state of trance but conscious to her surroundings. My fingers sliding to her neck, wrapping around her throat as her quickening carotid arteries slammed against my fingertips. Down her sternum, my palm covering her heart as she felt the warmth and radiance permeating from within.
With a forceful shove, I push her to [the bed] as she stares straight up, her breaths quickening more, succumbing to a state of paralysis as the gods beckon her from above. I look up to the sky and raise my palm. “Almighty gods, I have offered you the young maiden, Ashley, for your nourishment. We present this sacrifice for the safe harbor of our village through the autumn and winter months. Give me a sign that you are gracious for the offering in which you are about to receive!”
Ashley moaned and trembled. She found her back arching as her chest heaved upwards, breathing quickly and heavily as she felt an uncontrollable force deep within her. She winces at the tightness beneath her sternum as the gods grow more eager and hungry for their prize.
“Princess Ashley, what do you offer to our gods?”
With a weak whimper, her chest shook, her breasts jiggling from the tense crushing feeling from within. “My... my heart!” Instantly, her chest fell back as she desperately tried to catch her breath. “My heart!”
I feel an intense force from above give me extraordinary strength and power as I was granted permission to do their bidding. I climbed up and straddled her body, sitting above her hips on her stomach to pin her down. I reach for the binding tie and grab hold of her wrists, cinching them tightly above her head to expose her beautiful chest to me. I reach up and place [a pillow] behind her shoulder blades to prepare her bosom for the sacrifice. With a low monotonous grumbling, I chant the magic verbiage to summon the gods to invade this lovely host.
“Succumb to the darkness, Ashley... The gods will be pleased with your offering.” She closed her eyes as her mind was under the complete control of the gods. Dark. Black. Entering despair. [I place the thick black blindfold over her eyes, her senses heightening to those that remain.] “Feel the cold sharp blade against your breast.” [I tease by sliding the dull end of the knife up and down her sternum, the cold flat side teasing a nipple before resting the blade above her apex to watch it tremble on her ribs.] “The gods demand you give them your heart, Ashley. Give me your heart!”
Her breaths rapid and quick, her trance under control of the gods agreeing. “Take it!” she shrieks. “Take it!”
[I place the bell of a double-stethoscope to her ribcage beneath her breast and firmly secure it with a few strips of tape.] “Concentrate on your heart, Ashley... the gods deeply desire your prize.” [I place the ear pieces of the stethoscope to her ears and mine, the intense thumping of her heartbeat flooding our ears.] Her breaths quicken again as she continues to concentrate deeply on her heart.
“With this potion, I awaken you to greet the gods with your gift.” [I squirt some lotion onto her chest and firmly massage the gel onto her sternum and between her cleavage.] Ashley groans as the potion burns her flesh, weakening the bonds that once protected her heart from the environment. “Almighty gods! With the power of this blade, I present you with your gift!”
Ashley feels the deep dark force overcoming her, her chest arching and heaving as it thunders in her eardrums. [Taking an ice cube and firmly pressing the corner of the cube onto the top of her sternum, the ice melting as “blood” dribbles onto her throat and neck.] “As I plunge this icy cold blade deep into your chest, what do you have to offer!”
The trance takes over her body as she is ready to gift her prize. “My heart!” she moans. I slide the [ice cube] blade slowly down her sternum as more pools into her cleavage. “My heart!” she groans again. “My heart!” she repeats again... faster, to each beat, as if coaxing it and begging for it to be torn from her. I press my palm firmly into her chest, deep, my fingernails digging, intently listening to the booming rapid echoes of her heart in our ears as my palm crushes her. “Take it!” she begs. “Take it!”
Ashley lets out a painful scream as her chest cavity is penetrated. She feels a release from her chest as I hold her [foam] heart in my palm, resting it on her chest and squeezing it in sync with the echoing thumps heard [from the stethoscope]. With a forceful yank, I pull it from her and hold her heart high for all to see.
I bring it to her face and let the thumping [foam] heart taunt her cheeks as I hold her prize. “Gods, I offer you your prize. Use me as your conduit. Take the nourishment from this fertile lamb.”
Holding Ashley’s heart, I am slid down her body as her legs open before me. My robe is doffed and falls to the floor. Ashley’s deep breath provides me with my instructions. “Finish me!” she demands.
“Yes, gods, I will comply.” The brute force of my mystical physique ravaging the Princess, thrusting at the pace of her heartbeat as I hold her heart in my palm until she begs for mercy.
Props: Double-steth+tape, mask, bind or tie, blindfold, knife (if careful or kinky) / toy knife, lotion, ice cube, foam heart.
