"Neya's Lovely Little Doom by CuteAndHurting, Sep 5, 2014, 8:" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/WqP15BQZ Created on: Tuesday 15th of May 2018 12:15:31 AM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:13:16 AM UTC Neya's Lovely Little Doom by CuteAndHurting, Sep 5, 2014, 8:47:13 AM Literature / Prose / Fiction / Horror / Short Stories I am the DolcettMagic guy and this is my new account because "Dolcett" is not directly my interest. Impalements, however, are. WARNING: The following story is fully fictional. It contains violent material and depiction of torture. Reading this is not recommended for people who are sensitive to that or people who can't tell the difference from fantasy and reality. And this is not meant to encourage violent activities in real life! It was that time of the year when young girls who have just matured were to be sacrificed to The Goddess of Death. Normally, people catch diseases quite easily, and constantly suffer the fear from death and fear for their beloved. That's why, once a year, the purest young girl who had just reached her age of maturity would have to be sacrificed to The Goddess. If she refused or misbehaved during the process, strong sickness would strike her people and pull them into the abyss of death. The sacrificial death has to be slow and quiet. What would happen if a girl committed sins for the sake of avoiding being the holy sacrifice? No candidate could be selected, which brings the year of illnesses and despair. With blue eyes and dark brown wavy hair, this year's special girl was Neya. She was a real beauty, smooth skin and pink lips, which make her even more precious of a sacrifice to The Goddess of Death. She never attended the sacred sacrificial ceremony, as she couldn't look at people dying. Since nobody was allowed to talk about the contents of the ceremony, she didn't know what exactly was waiting for her. Only that it should be very painful. There she was, in the preparation room. Naked, with slightly dark skin and well-shaped, and firm breasts. But her face was pale. She was very scared. Being a sacrifice is a great honor, yet she just wants to keep living normally as always. She had a little brother and a little sister that she loved very much, and she knew horrible things would happen to them if she resisted or misbehaved. One of the priestesses approached: - We are now going to prepare you for The Death Goddess's sacrificial ceremony. Mentioning its contents is strictly prohibited, but on the day of your sacrifice I am allowed to generally describe it. You are allowed to speak and ask questions before the ceremony starts, but keep it silent as much as you can. Do you understand? Neya's voice shivered as she replied - Yes, your holiness. She didn't want to know what was going to happen to her. - First your skin must be smeared with fat. Then we will add suitable makeup to your face in order to make you more beautiful for The Goddess. After that, I will describe the rest of the procedure. “Why fat? “ She thought worryingly, as the servants already started doing it. “Sounds silly… It even smells good. No, that can’t be… Is The Goddess going to eat me?” Even if she’d be eaten alive, that was already sort of a relief. She knew it could be worse than that. But that was a mere assumption, so she could only hope something like that. - Here, look yourself in the mirror. - The priestess said, after the temple’s servants finished smearing her skin and putting up makeup. - You look beautiful, Neya. And, by the High Priestess, your heart is pure, thus you shall be a wonderful gift to The Goddess. She indeed looked beautiful. But in anticipation, she just spewed out. - What will happen to me? The priestess ever so coldly replied: - I am not permitted to tell you the details. Apparently, you haven’t been paying attention on the previous ceremonies. The High Priestess will first perform a chant on your body and soul. Whatever pain you feel during the ceremony, you will feel forever, even after your death. Neya started shivering in panic, but the priestess continued: - And then you will be executed as The Goddess’s messenger decides. - AAAHHH! - Neya dropped her head on her knees and grabbed herself by the head - I don’t want this! No! The answer was pretty simple. One could say she was going to hell for all eternity, but it will apparently be worse, depending on how much pain the messenger inflicted her. - Are you having a mock at the ceremony? Do you want to drag your family to the abyss of pain with you? “She is right. Last thing I want is for my little brother and sister to share the same fate.” After all, when The Goddess sends sickness across the land, people die in great pain. And if she betrayed The Goddess’s expectations like this, her family would die of those sicknesses, and as the priestess said, they would feel it in their deaths forever. She stood up. - I’m sorry, your holiness. - It’s all right child. Just keep it calm. There is still some time until the ceremony so you can calm down. Remember, you must remain calm during the whole ceremony! Not to make a sound! Otherwise you could make The Goddess very angry, and the ceremony would be invalid. So wipe that sour crying expression off your face. You can stand and walk, but do not sit down, or you will wipe the fat off you so we will have to smear it again. - Why do I need to be punished so cruelly? - You’re misbehaving again, child. Deaths most valuable are those of pure people. Filthy people aren’t worth much because they deserve to die much more than people like you. You are not being punished, you are being honored! The fact that she would never again feel the joy of life and never find peace after death felt unbelievable. Are her people really worth it? Is her family worth it? Well, her little siblings surely are. She did her best to calm down. She tried walking around elegantly, like a lady, which proved to be helpful. She would look at her servants from time to time. They looked compassionate, but they couldn’t do anything. She couldn’t keep a long look, because her face would cryingly start begging for rescue. “Please somebody save me…” she thought within herself. After a while, followed by 2 priestesses, the High Priestess entered the room. Her face was like she was in some cold trance. Neya managed to put on and maintain fake tranquility. After all, it didn’t matter what she felt inside, unless she cursed The Goddess in her thoughts. She had to be peaceful on the outside in order to look nice. - The ceremony is going to begin. Remember what holy sister told you. Do not ruin the ceremony! When I give you the sign, you lie down on the box in the middle of the stage, your head hanging over the edge. After that, be still and silent and do nothing. Let’s go! They entered a large room with huge flames illuminating it, but it still seemed very dark. Where Neya was standing naked with the High Priestess looked like some sort of a stage. In the middle there was a beautiful long wooden box decorated with gold, 2 large stalks around it, and a tall strong man next to it. In front of the stage there were hundreds or thousands of people. The room was filled with absolute silence, only the dance of flames was to be heard. - To our eternal Goddess of Death! – High Priestess spoke - We present you this young girl to be thrown in your abyss of despair in order to replace the misfortune that has been awaiting for us this year. Please value this sacrifice and have mercy on us! High Priestess pointed at the box with her hand. That was the sign. “I need to lie down there. I don’t want to…” Neya barely made her move forward. She did it very slowly, but nicely, like a fair lady. Her face was cold and peaceful, as if nothing was going on. As she was getting closer, she could feel her fear growing stronger and stronger. “No! No!” She thought as she was looking at the box from the above. She then sat on the box, and lied down, her head hanging over the edge just like instructed by the High Priestess. “Please don’t hurt me…” She thought as she was lying down. But then the priestess approached, and started chanting something on a weird language. Neya suddenly started feeling a terrifying presence around her. “What is this? Is someone wrapping around me?” It felt like death. The Goddess had apparently started possessing her body as the Priestess chanted. She could feel the lack of composure. It was very scary, but slightly ecstatic in the same time. Soon, after High Priestess stopped chanting, Neya’s composure came back stronger than ever. She was in a huge shock, so her hand made a small twitch on its own. She hit the side of her pinkie against the floor. “Ouch…” It was very unpleasant for her, even though the pain wasn’t that strong at all. She waited for it to fade away, but it did not. She remembered “No… The pain may never go away now. It must be the chant. No! No! No!” A tear dropped from her eyelid. It’s almost over for her. She was to face the most horrible thing ever. “Why do I have to be the victim of this? Why, Goddess, why do you have to be so cruel? Why? Why?” She kept asking herself in her thoughts. But immediately after the chant, the large man was on the move. He took a long iron pole, with one pointy end and chain stuck at the other end. The chain was going through sliding the hole in the stalk. It was obvious what would happen. “He is going to pierce me with this? Is he?” She tried to imagine the pain she’d feel, but she couldn’t. She could only wait for the man to approach and do his job. “No! No! No! No! No! Stay away!” She kept repeating within herself as the man was approaching, carrying that beautiful monstrosity. “Don’t hurt me! Please don’t hurt me!” But the man approached her crotch and slowly spread her legs. Neya didn’t feel any shame, but she felt completely exposed to the hurt that was awaiting her. “Help me! Save me! Mom! Dad!” The pole entered her pussy and kept moving forward. She felt a very nice sensation down there. It was the best physical thing she felt during her entire life. “So this is what happens when I play with my… Why would they forbid me doing something this beautiful?” The feeling, however, reduced once the pole was fully in. It, after all, wasn’t pain. But the pole didn’t stop. The man kept pushing it, and she felt somewhat painful pressure. Once the pole reached Neya’s cervix, she felt a little more serious pain. And that’s when Neya’s mind started screaming in panic. The pole was entering her little womb. “AAAAHHHH! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!!!” She thought. Her breathing became fast and deep “I NEED TO SCREAM!!! PLEASE LET ME SCREAM!!!!!” But thinking what would happen to her little family if she screamed prevented every sound from coming out of her lightly opened mouth. “STOOOP! STOOOP IIIT!” Raged through her innocent little mind, as the border of her womb was being pierced through. “IT BURNS!” She kept repeating within herself. It didn’t just burn, though. It was something she could never have imagined. Her mouth slightly shivered while iron kept on sliding through her belly, between her intestines. It felt like she was torn from the inside, and pain in her womb increased as it was sliding. She couldn’t scream or make a slightest move even if she tried to now. “OWWW! OWWW!” She couldn’t even form any words in her mind. The only thing but pain were tears sulking from her eyes. Then suddenly, Neya’s stomach hurt like she was badly sick. The pole pierced it like a needle through cloth. There was this strong pressure rising through the upper part of her body, heading toward her throat, and emerged out of her mouth. She could still breathe, and it felt like she just can’t stop. At least she didn’t have to sustain from screaming. She couldn’t make a sound anymore. “What is this? It hurts! I feel sick! Please make it stop!” But the man took a grip on the pole from the side that came out of her mouth. “PLEASE STOP! PLEASE STOP!” Neya begged as the rough chain entered her body and rubbed its edges against her insides. Her pains started becoming stronger with every moment passing by. First the pain in her womb, then in her intestines, then in her stomach. “IT’S GETTING STRONGER! PLEASE DON’T MAKE IT STRONGER! GODDESS! PLEASE!” But she received no mercy. The man completely pulled the pole out of her mouth in order for the chain to emerge. And he kept on dragging it. Until he started pushing the pole through the hole in the other stalk, it felt like an eternity. Like the pain will never stop increasing. The man pushed the pole through, and headed toward the first stalk. He pulled a switch in order to stuck the chain inside the hole. He then came back to the second stalk. He kept on pulling the chain, lifting Neya’s fragile soft body in the air, above the beautiful box. He pulled a switch there too, and then removed the box bellow Neya. Neya’s body was floating in the air. Her eyes and hair were soaking wet from the tears she cried out, and her arms shivered in pain. “NO MORE! NO MORE! MAKE IT STOP PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!” It kept on hurting, and she knew it will never fade away. - Now please behold – the High Priestess spoke – The Goddess’s messenger! The gates opened on the stage. A large, white wolf walked in, slowly and elegantly. It felt like it was glowing in the dark. Its eyes showed neither compassion nor fury. “NO! WHY IS IT HERE? PLEASE DON’T HURT ME! PLEASE” The wolf was sniffing Neya’s body, and she was begging in her thoughts for mercy. Neya’s eyes started crying again. Her body couldn’t move an inch. “PLEASE GODDESS! MAKE IT GO AWAY!” But then the wolf made its first bite. The horrible pain appeared when it peeled the skin off the area it bit. “NOOO!!! DON’T DO THIS! I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG!” The wolf didn’t stop. It kept on eating Neya’s skin from all parts of her hip, as her mind begged for mercy. “PLEASE STOP IT! PLEASE STOP IT!” Her mouth kept opening and closing as she was trying to scream, but no sound was heard. It even hurt when her voice cords squeezed around the chain. The area of pain was expanding wider and wider, and didn’t reduce the slightest no matter how much time passed. The wolf continued from Neya’s hip to her leg. Her leg twitched as it was being flayed, but any move made the pain in her insides even stronger. “Stop it… Please have mercy on me…” Neya didn’t even scream in her head anymore. Even though the string skin-tearing sensation kept on spreading from her thigh, through her knee, to her feet. Once the wolf was done with the leg, it started nibbling on the cartilage of her knee. Powerful dull pain made the voice her mind go crazy once again. “STOP IT! IT HURTS! MY LEG! AAAHHHH!” The deeper the fangs dwelled into her knee, the stronger the pain was. Once her knee was rid of all the soft tissue, the wolf bit it so hard it broke apart. “STOOOP! STOOOP!” The wolf crushed her knee into tiny little bits. The pain spread deeper as it bit the knee off. Even though she didn’t have the knee anymore, she still felt it. And it hurt horribly. Then the wolf continued with the skin on her chest and arm. “Mercy… Mercy…” The peeling felt most horribly on her boob, but she couldn’t ignore the rest of her body either. As she shivered more than ever, even the pain in her insides got worse, and it seemed it couldn’t get any worse. When all of the skin from the left part of her body was removed, her crank got the same fate as her knee. “It’s getting worse… Please Goddess… Don’t do this to me any more…” Beautiful left side of Neya’s pure body turned into smooth red flesh. Then the wolf returned to her hip and tummy. It plunged its teeth into her meat. “He is going to eat me alive…” poor Neya thought. But it turned out to be even worse. The Wolf didn’t tear its bite from the rest of her meat. It was chewing it while it was still Neya’s. “NOOOO” She kept repeating in her thoughts. Once there was no possibility for the pain to become any stronger there, the wolf finally bit the flesh off, and ate it. Just like the knee – the flesh and skin were completely off, but she could still feel them being peeled and chewed. The wolf kept on sadistically eating her belly, but most of the right half remained untouched, with skin on it. The wolf did the same to her leg, arm and boob. After that, Neya hoped it’d be over. But the wolf then bit her rib. It hurt in the same way like her knee and crank, but much stronger. It pulled the lowest rib from the lung and broke it in half. He did the same thing with 5 more ribs, and then started eating her lungs. First chewing them for a while, and then biting their meat off. A part of Neya’s lungs was gone, but strangely, she was still alive. Every breath made her chest hurt more and more. When wolf started chewing on her eye, her thoughts no longer spoke. Her mouth Just kept on opening and closing, silently screaming “OOOOWWWW OOOOOWWWW”. Then the wolf seemed to be done. “Please kill me now…” She knew the pain wouldn’t disappear, but still: “I don’t want you to hurt me anymore.” But what she really wanted was to go back home, as if nothing happened. To play with her little brother and sister, and have dinner with mum and dad. But death was the only possibility. - The Goddess’s messenger gave us the sign. Roast her! – High Priestess stated. “No! Please no more! No more! No more!” The strong man brought two iron plates with a little fire place keeping them together. The machine fit right above and below Neya’s body. “NO MORE! NO MORE! NO MORE! NO MORE!” The man initiated the fire, and very soon the plates started glowing red, producing tremendous heat. Neya's skin on the right side of her body burned like she was thrown in the pit of flames. “AAAAHHHH! AAAAHHHH! PLEASKE MAKE IT STOP!!!! MAKE IT STOP!!!!“ It didn't only feel like burning, but like she was being flayed by that wolf in the same time. She could feel her meat being roasted as well. He body was shaking, and her lungs burned as the hot air was coming in. The chain made her belly and womb hurt so much it literally couldn't grow any worse. Skin-burning pain was changing, but the old pain was still there no matter how it evolved over time. Her left eyeball burned too. She grew blind. She could see neither the wolf nor the Priestesses nor the stage. It was just her. “GODDESS SPARE ME!!! GODDESS SPARE MEEEEE!!!!!“ Soon enough, she died. Her body was still like a statue. Her skin and meat were golden and smelled nicely. Agter the fire was extinguished, the Goddess's messenger kept on eating Neya's dead roasted flesh. The ceremony was over. Everyone went back home. Since the wolf didn't leave the scene until the very end, it was the sign that the ceremony was successful. Everybody could continue living their normal and happy lives. Next year, another victim was chosen, and the year after. The culture lived for centuries, until the new culture was born, and new gods, as well as the new Goddess of Death. Over the millenia, the cultures and lifestyles changed many times, and through millons and billions of years, the apocalypses struck and new forms of conscious lives were created. But in the poor Neya's little world of darkness, everything remained the same. She couldn't tell if she was still between those roasting plates, or dead. The hurt was still there. Her womb, her intestines, her stomach, her skin, her belly, her ankles, her ribs, her lungs, her skin – it all hurt the most horribly, as if she never died. She couldn't think of her mother, her father, her brother, her sister. She couldn't think of warm springs, hot summers, moist autumns or pearly winters. While new lives and worlds were circulating, all that was repeated in her innocent pure mind was: “Make it stop... please... make it stop...“