Chapter 13. For the Gods.


It was the shortest day of the year. The family enjoyed celebrating the Pagan traditions, and had been feasting and partying all day, in a most agreeable manner. Now they were all sitting around the farmhouse kitchen table, in front of a log fire, drinking Emma's home-brewed wine and sharing old stories by candle-light as a winter storm beat against the window.

It was particularly special for Kasia, as it was so rare for her to be allowed out of the dungeon, But Bob and Emma had told her it would be her treat. The feast had engendered a sense of deep warmth and connection to her new family, and as she drank her wine, and talked with the old ones, she felt like she was on the verge of some kind of spritual awakening.

"Do you remember how we got started, Bob?" Emma asked. Of course, it wasn't really a question, but a cue for Bob to tell the story.

"Well we didn't really expect it to happen, did we?" said Bob. "We had just bought this place, and the land, and were doing the renovations and fixing the place up. And God! We were crazy in love!"

"We still are!"

"Well, you know what I mean. It was probably hormones or something. Anyway, that's when we found out we both liked splatter. We had just watched the first Saw movie, and I noticed the way it made Emma so hot. Well, then we didn't think too much about it to be honest. I mean that's pretty normal."

"Tell Kasia about the girl."

"I am, I'm getting to it! Well, one night, we were driving home from the pub in the village. Well, I was driving, and we saw this girl, just walking. Well, I saw her too late and knocked her down. Not really badly. I just bumped her ass and she fell and banged her head. So we put her in the car, to help her. We took her back to the farm."

"And then we kinda changed plans."

"Yes. The next day we still had her. We still had time to return her safely without people being suspicious. Emma went into town, and some people were talking about the girl that had gone missing. But they were saying she had been seen in another vilage, miles away." Bob laughed. "So we knew she was a keeper."

"What was she like?" Kasia asked.

"A skinny little twelve-year-old blonde girl called Becky. After we had her a couple of days, she started asking for her mummy, and wanted to go home. But it was a bit late by then, it would have been awkward explaining the delay."

"So we snuffed her," said Emma.

"Of course, we didn't have the factory or the machines then, so we had to improvise. So we used the rotovator."

"What's that?" Kasia asked.

"It's a big machine you pull behind a tractor, for churning up the ground. It churns up little girls pretty well too. We tied her legs up loosely, so she couldn't run very fast, and chased her down with it. That was a lot of fun. Then it tore her to pieces, and mangled her up pretty good."

"Starting at the toes."

"Yes, the toes. She did scream a lot, and we were a bit worried about that. We were a bit careless with it all to be honest. And we didn't video it, unfortunately. But I remember the way her innards wrapped themselves around the blades before being driven back into the soil. And it's amazing how much blood comes out of such a small girl. That really surprised us. Well it's good for the soil, so no problem. If you go in the top field, you can still find bits of bone sometimes."

"Mmm, yummy," said Kasia.

"Anyway, we had a hell of a job cleaning up. We had to scrub and hose the machine for ages to get the stains out. And we kept finding little bits of ripped clothing for ages after."

"Like a couple of stupid amateurs," Emma added.

"Then we fucked for hours. It was incredible. And we made a pact. That's when we decided to build the factory. I had loads of money, millions, from my construction businesses, so that was no problem. And the rest is history."

Emma poured them all more wine.

Bob smiled at Kasia, and then gave a knowing look at his wife. Kasia thought the candle-light had given a strange aspect to the couple's faces that she hadn't seen before, as if they were older and wiser than usual. They were very special to her, and Kasia had the feeling that she would do anything to please them.

"Anyway," said Emma, "We've been very lucky. It's certainly due to making regular sacrifices to the Gods. It might seem cruel to some, but it's necessary to maintain balance and harmony in the universe. Otherwise people get too complacent, and that leads to the degeneration of society."

Kasia nodded. The way Emma put that made perfect sense.

"And now it's the solstice." said Bob, "The end of the old year, and the start of the new. It's the most important day in the Pagan calendar. That's why we let you out today."

"Thankyou," Kasia said, "I love these old traditions."

Lightning flashed outside, then there was a long silence, then thunder rumbled across the valley. It all seemed very fitting to Kasia, and she was hoping she didn't have to go back to the factory any time soon. The fire crackled as Bob threw on another log.

"It's for a reason," continued Emma. "We should sacrifice a young maiden before dawn, It's only proper. Otherwise we'll bring bad luck on ourselves. The old Gods must be placated. Sol, the Sun-Goddess has died, and must be resurrected with an offering."

Chairs legs scraped on the stone floor as the two adults shifted and turned their attention to Kasia. Emma licked her lips. Bob was glancing down at her breasts with a faint smile. Kasia fingered her choker self-consciously. She knew they were just messing with her head, but she still felt a little uneasy.

"We could build a big pyre," suggested Bob, "and burn her like a witch."

"Or crucify her in the top field," said Emma, "and let the crows peck her eyes out."

"Or impale her on a big post, so people for miles around can see, and be happy that the Gods have been sated for another year."

"Or tie her to a tree, and summon the dragons to taste her flesh."

Kasia laughed nervously. "You wouldn't do that to me. Besides, dragons aren't even real." But even as she said it, her words felt hollow, and she didn't really believe what she was saying.

"It's important to sacrifice something valuable," explained Emma, "and you're the most precious thing here. For sure the Gods would smile on us, and bless us with a beneficient year of good fortune."

"You do want that, don't you?" Bob asked, with earnest sincerity.

Kasia knew she did, she wanted it for Bob and Emma, and love.

The wind dashed waves of hail against the window, and lightning flickered behind the curtains.

"Pyres and dragons are all very well," said Emma, "But it's a cruel night outside. Perhaps we could perform the ritual here at the centre of the household, on the table. A ceremonial union of male and female spirits, then a simple blood-letting."

Kasia thought she liked the sound of the former better than the latter.

Bob nodded, "Or we could just use a machine, I'm sure the Gods would understand. And the screams would surely summon the new Sun-Goddess from her slumber."

Emma took Kasia's hand, and gave her a serious look. "We did say we'd let you choose, Kasia, when the time came. And we'll hold true to our promise. We'll make it as easy for you as we can."

Kasia swallowed. Were they for real? She thought about the machines that she had tended so lovingly. She had come to think of them as friends, but now it seemed they might turn on her. And none of them would be kind to her, if angered. They would as eagerly consume her flesh as they had the other girls.

"It'll be midnight in three hours, the new year," Emma warned, "Time for a new start. It's the turning of the seasons, the circle of life. If you won't decide, I'll decide for you."

Kasia would have preferred it if Bob decided instead. She knew how terrible Emma's fondness for sledgehammers and axes and screams was. "The Hot-Tub," she blurted out, without really knowing why.

Emma laughed. "So be it. Sol will be pleased, I think. Fire and water, like the setting sun. Drink up and celebrate your last hours! Now let the union commence!"

Kasia finished her wine, and then the trio disrobed. Bob gently picked Kasia up and laid her out on the table. The light from the candles flickering on her smooth young flesh perfectly highlighted her curves in a beautiful chiaroscuro.

Then Bob fucked Kasia right there on the kitchen table as Emma, with a knife between her teeth, cavorted and danced to the beat of his pounding, and the sound of Kasia's moans.

She wasn't sure if it was the atmosphere caused by the candle light, or the effects of the wine, but for Kasia the experience seemed more real than real, and soon, as the table creaked and groaned below them, she felt as if every part of her skin was orgasming to Bob's touch. Her mind and her pussy seemed to meld into one tactile, blissful entity with Bob's masculinity. She was in heaven.



Kasia woke from the stupid dream, and waited while the reality of her surroundings seeped into her newly re-formed consciousness.

She frowned, and tried to understand how she came to be lying naked on the decking next to the Hot-tub.

She heard Bob's voice. "She's awake. Good, now we can continue."

Kasia sat up. The factory was dark, except for the light from a few flickering candles. Emma was pointing a broomstick at her. No, it was the shotgun. Next to her was a forty-five gallon drum being used as a barbeque, the glowing coals casting an eerie light on Emma's face.

"You know it's just best to co-operate," Bob said gently, motioning to the tub.

Kasia nodded and climbed into the cold water. She wouldn't even get to try the water slide, she thought ruefully.

Bob started the outboard, and the factory reverberated with a rumble of thunder.

Emma passed her a wine glass. "Drink this, it'll make things easier."

Kasia drank, and then found herself falling backwards into the water, spinning around and around in its clammy, soft embrace of death.



Kasia was awakened by an insistent beeping. She fumbled for her alarm clock, only to discover that she was lying on the decking, next to the Hot-tub.

"You're dead now," Emma told her kindly, "You've been sacrificed to the Sun-Goddess, Sol, the source of all things."

The beeping continued.

"Of all the fucking times!" Bob declared, waving his arms like a madman. "Here we are, trying to do a rebirth ceremony and that fucking thing goes off again. It's probably the wind fucking with the motion sensors. Sorry Emma, I'll be right back."

Emma sighed. The magic of the moment had been spoiled by modern technology. The Gods would not be happy. Next time they would do it the old way, with a pyre on the hill.

But Bob was ecstatic when he returned. "You'll never guess! - it's Dave!"

Bob and Emma rushed away, leaving Kasia cold, naked and bewildered on the decking. She looked around in the gloom, but couldn't see her clothes. And she felt weird. Everything was kinda spooky like in a dream. She thought she better wait until the others came back, so they could finish the ritual. For the Gods.

She waited and waited. Hours passed. No-one had come back. Everything was weird. Emma told her she was already dead. Maybe that's why. Dead. She remembered spinning in the tub. She must have been chopped to pieces. Souped. She looked over the side into the tub. It was dark and hard to see. But there were no pieces. Completely souped, she thought.

She looked longer into the dark water. It was still swirling. A black, terrible void of nothingness that was staring into her soul, judging her insignificance, laughing at her infinitessimal mortality. Her reflection gazed at her from the void. "You're nothing now. A dead no-thing," it said.

Kasia wasn't sure which one was her, and which one was the reflection. "Yes, I'm a ghost now," she thought, "a dead ghost. And cold."

Her eyes filled with tears. She was overwhelmed with a thousand emotions, and as she cried, she started to shrink. Nothingness has no size, and Kasia was becoming smaller and smaller. Soon she would be an insignificant, microscopic particle of death, like all the other things that have died, no more than a speck of dust, hanging in the air. A tiny mote in God's infinite eye.

The mote floated in the cold, black void for eons. Then slowly, it perceived a warmth, that had always been there, older than the universe. It was the fire of creation, and it was drawing Kasia-mote towards it. It was warm, and it reminded her of the Sun. She looked into the dark coals and watched as the fire surrounding them grew in intensity. Suddenly, she was looking at the Sun, as if from the inside, at fantastic filaments of light that connected everything in the universe. She could see the faces of everyone who had ever lived, right there in its smiling warmth, reflecting her soul, her soul reflecting the Sun.

It was the Sun-Goddess. She had returned, and it was Her. Kasia was the new Sun, the source of all things, the Mistress of Light.

"You okay?" It was the Creator, standing next to her.

"I am the Sun." Kasia explained matter-of-factly, as she stared into the barbeque, eyes as big as saucers, "I have returned."

Then she hugged Him for a thousand years. She wanted him so much, and he was like a world to her, the most benelovent, warmest and wisest soul ever to have lived.

Then she heard a musical sound that she hadn't heard for milennia, "She's pretty out of it," the music sang.

Kasia turned to face Earth-Mother's beautiful voice, only to be confronted with a greater beauty so towering and immense that she dare not look, lest it would destroy her. Kasia cried and hugged the Earth-Mother too, holding a softness that could destroy mountains.

"Kasia!" The sharpness of Emma's voice brought Kasia back to a more earthly plane of reality.

Emma smiled at her. "I may have put too many mushrooms in the mulled wine. Do you understand?"

Kasia nodded. She understood everything. She was the Sun-Goddess.

"Dave's got a delivery for you."

Sun-Goddess and Earth-Mother joined hands and followed the Creator to a place where the sky opened. Slowly, very, very slowly, the tiny cage fell from the heavens until it rested at the feet of the three Deities.

Sun-Goddess looked inside at many writhing, tormented snakes. She tried to count, but there was a different number each time. None of them had mouths at all, but all had eyes of hate and fear. And Sun-Goddess knew them. They were the Select Bitches, and they had come to be burned by her fire.