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Chapter 12
Crying and weeping mixed with runic chanting filled the dimly lit antechamber, in the centre stood Junta, her face wrenched with grief and tears, a knife with a jagged blade is held in her trembling hands. Right behind her stands the Mother Witch Sarai, her arms and hands outstretched, chanting and dancing, both are bare naked, save some totems and runic symbols smeared over their bodies.
Above them, hanging like shade cloth from the ceiling are Junta’s daughters, Ises, Wenda and U’na, their bare bodies facing belly down. Wenda and U’na are crying uncontrollably, while Ises though full of tears, mimics the chanting happening around them.
Six witches stand around in a circle, chanting low and rhythmic, clothed in nothing but human faeces and crude cloaks of flayed skins from men, genitals still attached. And finally about them is numerous women, dressed and undressed dancing feverish and chanting in rushed, sporadic tones.
On one wall stood a shadow with no owner, It stood waiting for the climax of the sacrifice. Stern and transfixed on Junta.
Sarai yells above the din and turns to the shadow, “Oh great and malevolent Hoar, we are here before you, blessed with three sacrifices to your honour and to initiate this slut, Junta unto your depraved loins!” the witches screech and squeal as they continue dancing and chanting. The two younger girls cry out to Junta “Mama, mama, please, please!”. Junta reaches up and caresses their faces, tears pouring down her face, “I’m sorry, I love you babies, I love you!” When Junta reaches for Ises, she jerks away from her touch but stares done at the ground, still trying to imitate the chanting around her.
Junta is suddenly gripped by the horror she is about to do and looks down at the wicked blade, her hands shaking so violently, she can feel it slipping through her fingers. She want to let it go, she tries to let it fall. Her body and mind wants to save her girls and flee but she is wielded to the floor in fear.
From behind she feels the naked, soft, sweaty body of Sarai cling to her, and Sarai reaches around and entwines her hands with Junta’s and the blade. She grates her words into Junta’s ear “Now your showering, do not struggle slut, you wanted to be Queen, did you not, Bitch! Then shower in the blood and guts of your daughters. Move bitch!” Sarai bites down on Junta’s ear, causing her to scream and relent to her.
She pushes her and the knife under Ises, the girl’s eyes grow wide in fear but she continues to chant in the witch gibberish. Sarai straddles Junta under the girl and coaches the knife into Ises’ abdomen just above the vagina. The girl gasps for air, trying not to scream. Her body bucks and writhes trying to get away from the pain, only to make it saw and shred at her organs. Junta gags and screams as her eldest daughter’s blood, offal and shit rains down upon her. As the blade hits Ises’ breast bone, Sarai causes Junta’s hands to jerk down, raking the harsh blade across bone. Ises finally screams in agonising pain. till she is horse.
The blade continues slowly across the girl’s tender breasts till it is at her throat. Sarai take one hand and pulls back on Junta’s hair, “Drink the sluts blood!” With a quick flick, Sarai runs Junta’s hand and knife across Ises neck, slicing it back to the spine, her blood pours out like thick wine down Junta’s gullet.
Junta starts to convulse as she is held tight in the arms of Sarai, Sarai licking blood from her face and feeling her body in rough pleasure. In a zombie state Junta now takes the lead and jerks uncontrollably towards Wenda, Sarai still guiding. The same massacre befalls Wenda but her spirit give up quickly before her throat is cut. Again Junta drinks but now her body just and jives to the rhythmic discord of the chants around her, she engages with Sarai and now both dance and sexually grope towards U’na.
Junta’s last daughter is dry of crying and screaming silently as her voice gave up some time ago. Now Junta gleams with joy at her next victim like a butcher to a lamb, with no regards that it is her last child. She vivisects U’na unaided and pulls down the intestines upon her like a soft warm welcoming rain shower. She uncaps the child’s throat like a bottle and drinks her blood down like a jug of wine. When she is finished Junta screeches out a laugh so evil, that even the other witches stop mid chant from cold fear.
The shadow now walks to the centre of the gathering and materialises into a hulking, grotesque mixed form of a decomposing male corps, he takes Junta and rapes her endlessly, penetrating her every orifice, cuming with vile puss from a rot filled penis. Junta squeals and screeches with delight at each thrust of his member into her body. The other witches sexually gorge on each others bodies till the floor is soaked with female fluid.
After a time, Hoar lifts Junta from his member after a final cum, and slams her into the floor, and stands over her puss filled giggling frame. “You, slut, are my personal whore and bitch, do my bidding, obey my voice and submit to my lust! Because if you do not, I will give you unending pain, like nothing you have ever felt” Junta lays flat to the floor and pledges her body, mind and sole to Hoar.
“My sluts are famished, take and eat your fill let not one morsel be left for the grave!” He pulls down the bodies of Wenda and U’na to the witches to cook, but as he touches Ises’ his hand pulls back as if shocked by electricity.
“What is it my Lord?” Sarai stammers.
“This piece of fucking slut meat is still alive?!”
“How my Lord?”
Hoar spins around and slams his fist into Sarai’s face and screams down at her “HOW THE FUCK DO I KNOW!!” He lifts Junta from the floor and pummels her in the gut several times before throwing her to the floor like a rotten egg “What trickery is this you two faced bitch?!”
Junta stammers as she remains face down, not willing to look up at her master. “No trickery my Lord.” He returns to Sarai “No master, there was no trickery, on my grave!” He looks around at all the other witches, and all prostrate themselves and beg for forgiveness. “You two on your hands and knees, now!” Junta and Sarai comply and as soon as they were in position Hoar gave then several harsh kicks each between their legs, abdomen and heads. Both women gave thanks for their punishment as they rolled in pain, blood trickled from their mouth and vaginas. In an instant Hoar dissolved into a pool of puss and disappeared.
Junta and Sarai go to their feet and with other witches, encroached on the corps of Ises. The elder girl was white as snow, dead amber eyes still open and her cut throat and abdomen were wide open. Sarai reached into her chest cavity and lays hold of her heart. “There is no blood nor a beat, it is as cold as death should be!”
Junta reaches up to pull back the girls hair that covered her face. To the shock of all present, She reveals Ises’ lips still chanting in slow, silent syllables, her soft dead eyes still fixed to the floor.
“By what god is this!” Gasps Sarai and all around them witches speak in fear of this wonder. Without warning Ises turns her nearly decapitated head towards her mother, looks to Sarai, the other witches and back to Junta and in a husky dead voice asks “Mama, is it finished? I am thirsty.”
Junta clasps her undead daughter’s face in her hands and in a cold, confused tone answered “Yes, child, you can drink.” Junta, Sarai and witches soon cut her down and fuss about, cleaning her body and giving her drink.