Illara
Tribune
Note: This story is a fantasy. Nothing more.
Prologue
The Festival of Bountiful Harvest was approaching. The recently crowned King Niro was thinking of a way to reward his people for their diligent work and loyalty. In his time as King he had restored the Sisters of Suffering and brought back their priestesshood (it had been disbanded after High Priestess Vera was found guilty of treason and executed).
He was thankful that he had done so. For his new High Priestess, Kagney, had come to him with an idea.
“Your Highness,” she said with her sexy, flirty mouth as she bowed before him. “I have consulted the Gods’ Edicts, and I have found a ritual we can conduct to entertain the masses and celebrate the Festival.”
King Niro found himself staring at her big, voluptuous breasts, which were pressed tightly against her sanctified white tunic. High Priestess Kagney was beautiful, for sure. It was a shame that she had taken a vow of celibacy and was a virgin, committed to the Gods.
“Go on.” He said with a wave of his royal hand.
“It is a game, of sorts. Five slave girls are chosen, beautiful ones, and they are all tortured and crucified. But the last one left alive is spared and allowed to live on. The people can bet and wager on who will ‘win’. It is a good ritual to conduct to begin celebrations for the Festival.”
“That is a wonderful idea, High Priestess. Well done.” The King responded sincerely. “Make it happen.”
Prologue
The Festival of Bountiful Harvest was approaching. The recently crowned King Niro was thinking of a way to reward his people for their diligent work and loyalty. In his time as King he had restored the Sisters of Suffering and brought back their priestesshood (it had been disbanded after High Priestess Vera was found guilty of treason and executed).
He was thankful that he had done so. For his new High Priestess, Kagney, had come to him with an idea.
“Your Highness,” she said with her sexy, flirty mouth as she bowed before him. “I have consulted the Gods’ Edicts, and I have found a ritual we can conduct to entertain the masses and celebrate the Festival.”
King Niro found himself staring at her big, voluptuous breasts, which were pressed tightly against her sanctified white tunic. High Priestess Kagney was beautiful, for sure. It was a shame that she had taken a vow of celibacy and was a virgin, committed to the Gods.
“Go on.” He said with a wave of his royal hand.
“It is a game, of sorts. Five slave girls are chosen, beautiful ones, and they are all tortured and crucified. But the last one left alive is spared and allowed to live on. The people can bet and wager on who will ‘win’. It is a good ritual to conduct to begin celebrations for the Festival.”
“That is a wonderful idea, High Priestess. Well done.” The King responded sincerely. “Make it happen.”
