I was silent as a rock:

"Holy shit. Sorry!" I closed her mouth as Jun chuckled, waving the irreverent insult aside.

"It's alright. I know that for your gentle age, it can be a shocking revelation coming to terms that Jia is good as dead..." She leaned forward, serious. "After the ceremony, we gather and eat vegetarian meals, and linger about before a final show of gratitude, and rest for tomorrow, some people might light candle balloons and sing, maybe a few fireworks. The next day, we fast, wash, and eat a late lunch where the sacrifices' meat is served to everyone to take part in honoring them. Then we leave for our homes and businesses. You will be given a ticket home, never to speak of this again. Perhaps in the future, the successor might have need of you." She slapped her forehead as if forgetting something:

"Hold on! I need to play this." Jun tapped her mouse and turned the laptop:

Mei-Li, the mysterious Triad witch, the one I saved, had saved a video for me. Sitting in the very same office we are in, clad in her lovely black suit tailored to look feminine, she spoke...To me:

"This video will be released to...(she said my name) in the event of my death or within six years of time until you will be invited."

I sat, fixed to my chair:

"I must thank you for saving my life last year. The vory sent after me missed me by inches, and I have you to thank for it. My society owes a great debt to you, a male nonetheless, but we are nothing but honorable to pay our life debts." She clapped her hands and made a reverent, slight bow.

"In due time, I will call you to China, to our headquarters for an appropriate reward. I already made sure your family's business never goes bankrupt, so you might realize that your family's wealth is always sustained. Certainly all the bulk buyers to joint-Chinese offices were not a coincidence, no? You will be provided for."

Wow.

"I am sorry I cannot contact you any more than that. My massive purge of human trafficking Russian and Chinese Triads and reforming it into something nicer isn't unnoticed, and I could not act openly without making sure you wouldn't be targeted. In good time, my lieutenant, Jun Zheng will make sure you are taken in our society, as well as an appropriate place. Males do not have any say in my organization, but you will be provided an appropriate place, perhaps a bride from one of my well-groomed, intelligent underlings. You deserve to have your bloodline to be united with us for your bravery." She added: "If I am dead, this is the addendum."

The woman, my dear big sisterly late boss, coughed:

"We have old traditions. Shang kings of old had rites of offering to accompany the dead to the grave. Some of these were people. Concubines, servants, and whatnot. I demanded my people that at least one person, preferably virgin, must be sacrificed to watch over my soul: I have done very questionable things in my life, and feel the burden of my Karma weighing me down. I hope you will understand and not panic about this. This is the old world. We do things here in old ways, and they are respected. Please do not panic and bring death to yourself trying to contact the authorities, Jun will explain the details. Boy..." She sighed. "I like you. In another life, I'd even take you as a young husband, but you must understand this world we are in. My funeral will have human sacrifice and you must accept that."

The video shut off.

I was shocked. Feted and honored, taken for a trip around the world to witness a macabre, erotic funeral with human sacrifices of a nebulous crime lady with implicit fingers in human trafficking, explicit fingers in black market organs and drugs. Yet even in death she was accepting sacrifices like a Bloody Shang Concubine, Da-Ji. I knew Jia was bundled like a piglet on a silver plate with arms and feet bound, offered to the dogs, yet happily reading a small book and laughing at cat videos held by her admirers enamored with her erotic bondage position. The doctor regularly checked up on her and even took care of her psychological health. The help around them was perfectly casual, bored maids smoking cigarettes and talking about their lives, family, and their favorite TV show right next to a naked human sacrifice, who even interjected comments of her own. And I was in another room, watching them as Jun explained this macabre process. Sanity had just left the building, or came back changed, I cared not which.

"Can I ask you something?" I ventured out of my comfort zone, drunk with fetish fuel.

"Of course..." Jun's face was the perfect mask of patience and understanding, almond eyes in a permanent lazy squint.

"You mentioned sacrifices for human meat...as in plural,"

Jun smiled again, carefully wording her reply, sensing something. "We have a few ideas, Jia's gentle, admittedly erotic, and honored pampering in preparation might make a few...what do you call them?" She closed her eyes, thinking as she tried to formulate. "Fetishists reconsider if they become horny enough. Sometimes a few girls are added to sacrificial silver plates on their way to heaven at some esteemed funerals. But they don't have to be virgins. Full of body, and in good health is enough to yield profane meat in the cooking rituals. We would pay their families well for the expense and honor their requests. But one is enough," She waved off, shrugging and looking at her watch, her gaze distant, no doubt planning the funeral and the eulogy. "We have a few considered, the Korean girl cleaning the kitchen equipment looked fascinated and couldn't stop asking me about the details, we snuck into her internet history at Pixiv and..." She winked. "Then there is a lovely Thai girl with many sisters and a house that needs fixing back in her home country. Her family is fecund, and always strapped for money. With luck, you could eat parts of them tomorrow."

That was gross. Or...interesting. After all, meat was meat to the Chinese, right? I didn't dare say it out loud, even if I wasn't intimidated, it would be offensive. But I probed gently anyway:

"I read that..." My trademark hesitation told as much.
"Yes." Jun coolly replied. "Human meat for culinary pleasure is not unknown in this land. But we keep it for very special occasions. My organization isn't made of monsters." She added with a sly grin: "Plus, it would draw too much attention, and risks with disease. It's for special occasions." She repeated the last part.

Not one for giving up talking about such a dark, lethal yet sensual experience, I swallowed hard, very hard, heart thumping, before asking in a low voice, very politely and hoping she would not laugh. I waited for a considerable amount of time, taking in the sights, the wooden, old, graceful architecture around me, the smells, the laughter, and the funeral tunes. I read on the Internet that some Chinese eras totally accepted the consumption of human meat, and it seemed that these people kept to this tradition.

Heart thumping, I asked slowly, as if whispering.

"Jun..." I asked warily, her gaze meeting mine as she was done typing something on the laptop, no doubt a technicality in her organization. I spoke in slow, gentle curiosity, submissiveness in me raging in lust.

...

"Can I be a sacrifice too?"

...

Jun blinked and stopped, suspecting that this answer would be coming a long time ago. Indeed, it was one of the many outcomes the Triad Secretary had planned, either keep this blond, cute boy as a pet for the bored, horny Triad lieutenants, men if he was gay, and maybe a kept sperm donor to father white children. The kid's fate was sealed the moment he had helped her boss cheat death five years ago. This would be an interesting experience for Jun, as well as for the young boy, namely me. Keeping a patient smile, the woman straightened herself, holding my hand like a gentle sister. Then, slowly, her smile widened, breaking into a gentle nod.

"This...can be arranged."

She spoke with pursed lips, thinking as she sized me up and down.

I knew it.

She nodded sagely, earnestly, perking up from her thoughts with a clear mind, her lovely features gazing into mine. "Would you like me to talk to the priestess and the heiress Yu-Xi for you? They are praying before the family shrine next room. I will ask them if they'll accept you as a sacrifice too."

I was silent, shaking as if I had just orgasmed. Jun was thinking, holding her chin with a sly smile, and biting her lip. Whether she was pretending to be surprised, or not, I didn't care. I craved this. It would fit the end of my life nicely. I saw these people and death was nothing but another passage, a fate that could even be honored, meat and body used and offered in aesthetic, gentle spiritual acceptance. Jun held her chin, her mood brightening after no doubt calculating the changes to the ritual.

"Yes! We can arrange that!" She repeated, inspired as well, her features breaking into an epiphany smile. "A virgin boy, willing, would be a perfect mirror to the honored virgin daughter. Your loyalty to my beloved late boss would be a glorious fortune and boon, and would honor us beyond reproach."

I swallowed, lips trembling. Jun knew what to do, smiling and holding my hands, her mind set on the issue.

"Perhaps both of you will keep company with each other in the afterlife. I feel that Jia has taken an interest in you, and...truth be told, the family is still torn by their best daughter being sacrificed for fortune, as good fortune as it is. You could be her...ghost groom, so to speak. A perfect fit!" She offered a glass of water, calming me. "Human meat is perfectly good, and yours would be a honored offering to the profane."

"I'm not even Chinese." I had to poke my doubts.

Jun laughed sweetly, quietly, her head tilting.

"Even better, white European, beautiful, soft and exotic, and a virgin! Listen..." She smiled sweetly. "I will not force you, but the idea is very auspicious when I think of it. I admit, I am not surprised this would be the case when we brought you here, but we were considering grooming you for the organization as a family member. Yet, this is perfectly acceptable. There are still three hours left so you can relax with Jia as everyone enjoys and venerates your body, as the mistress' demons will be enjoying your qi-laden flesh in the afterlife."

I thought about this.

I would die here, slaughtered by female Chinese cooks like some cheap, exploitative B-movie and made into kabobs, grilled meat, and god knows what else. And yet it felt so right, so good, to be the eternal sacrifice of an evil Chinese dragon lady, sexually tortured and cooked to accompany a gentle, spiritual, soft Chinese female nerd in the afterlife as fellow sacrifices from the Bronze Age Horror of Shang Era evils.

Licking my lips, I spoke slowly as Jun held my hand, expecting me to speak up:

"I want to know something."

Jun leaned forward, her expectant look brightening: "Yes?"

"What happens to us according to...your..."

Jun blinked: "Sacrificed ones' meat is shared by the demons and us, the profane material body gobbled up. You and her will, your souls will stay there until mistress Big Sister's soul is cleansed and ascends...I think...it could be centuries, I'm not a priest." She smiled sheepishly. "We can ask the priestess about it. I'll ask again, think about it carefully. Do you want this? Are you sure?"

I swallowed, shaking, full of strange emotions. "Yes. I considered"

My guide's happy sigh was like that of a cat. She smiled wide, looking into my eyes as if she treasured me as the best thing on Earth.

"Let's talk about it." She took my hand and stood up. "Come with me."

Her heels clicked on the marble, then came to a halt before an ornate wooden door, and Jun took off her shoes, motioning me to do the same. We entered a room smelling of sweet incense, where a massive bronze statue that suspiciously looked like the Virgin Mary with Asiatic features. I didn't know it was Guan Yin, but no matter. The backs of two white-clad, sad women lost in prayer were turned to us. Jun stood perfectly still in her pantyhosed, otherwise bare feet, hands folded before her. Very softly did she cough, and daughter Yu Xi's sad face turned to greet us, then another priestess, a woman of similar age back in the funeral room. Jun walked up to them, bowing slightly, and speaking in a very quiet voice, as if she was whispering a secret, afraid to profane the room with words of bloody sacrifice and bargaining with the body of a young man. She then pointed to me, gesturing to the middle-aged, kind Daoist priestess, and spoke very softly, asking a question. Both women looked at me quizzically as if I had done something unexpected, the priestess' black eyes squinted, thinking. Yu Xi blinked, holding her chin, still in her white funeral clothes, and looked at me with a sad, yearning expression.

"It can be arranged, yes..." The priestess spoke softly, smiling at me a my companion translated. "From what you told me, he is a brave and kind man, and will do much honor to the ceremony, please tell him that." When Jun translated, I could only sigh, and relax, knowing this had to happen. It felt so fulfilling to offer myself to women, not degraded, but treasured and offered to gods and spirits in elegant, genuinely made plates of victual offering in an elegant, heavenly dinner. "You, young man, will be prepared according to the customs, your soul bound to the grave to accompany our esteemed lady and accompany our poor Jia's vigil." The priestess spoke in her beautiful, sing-song language. Don't let anyone tell you that Chinese is a monolithic set of one-syllable onomatopoeia for cutlery falling down. Some dialects can be musical with the right voice, gender, and tone.

"I couldn't protect your mother, so I feel this is very fitting. I felt the intense need to do this. But most of all your respect for Jia's ordeal before she expires inspired me." Their eyes widened as Jun translated my emotions. "It's a celebration I would like to give myself to, it feels just right. I will be the present for her!"

Both women smiled brightly, eyes proud and happy, with no malice or cruelty. I was shocked and flabbergasted despite my rapid acclimatization to the events. When I turned about to talk to her, I saw Jun bowing before me as well, the youngest woman before me being at least ten years my senior! Yu Xi stepped forward, and gave me a soft, slow hug, stepping forward and embracing me deeply.

"Thank...you," She whispered in accented English, her eyes wet. After that, she pulled back and spoke in Chinese, which Jun translated:

"Her late sister will fare better with more offerings in the afterlife, and Jia will not be alone. You honor her with your great sacrifice, it is only the moral thing to do. She says you will be given great care and not suffer more than necessary. The priestess will take care of the details, cleaning, and preparation." Smiling quizzically, Jun's face lit up: "Well, perhaps this is it? Your life ends here, but it will be gentle and respectful. And you'll enjoy our respect and hospitality to the very end."

Heart thumping, my lips trembled as I nodded.

The priestess also held my hands. Her hands were rough and old but kind as she mumbled something and squeezed my own, touching my cheek with her outstretched palm. Her hand was soft and caring as she caressed my face.

"What happens to me now?" I asked shivering. Jun talked to all three of them, and after a long chatter, she translated:

"First, you will be adopted into the family in a short ceremony per the late boss' will, then Yu-Xi will ceremonially offer your life to the priestess, which she will accept. Then I will take you to be bathed and prepared. Your insides will be cleaned..." She bit her lips. "It might be a bit uncomfortable. I will call the doctor to make some new arrangements for a medical checkup and... because we would keep some of your...heritage with us. You know..." Jun's smile was apologetic. "Semen." She winked.

A sperm sample. That was something interesting and aided in easing my anxiety about inevitable death now.

"Then the priestesses and her assistants will clean you up in our family shrine and hot spring for a good bath. Your qi will be rearranged with massages, blessings and some oil therapy, and we will bring another silver plate for your size, and you will be prepared, adorned, and offered on the altar in the similar fashion Jia is being subject to, we'll make room for you both. I must tell you, you may be a bit uncomfortable to be poked and prodded naked with a lot of people of all ages and genders. Some will talk to you because they will be curious. Please be respectful, even to men of our family. They will not degrade you, a valuable offering. Just toss away your prudishness, be respectful to others, and be prepared to talk."

Wow. Just...

"The last group of our members and businessmen were delayed, so your ordeal will be at least two hours since we will prepare you for a while. After two hours, the funeral ceremony will commence, stay silent during the prayers and keep your head bowed. You are meat to be offered."

I was shaking, but the priestess and the successor Yu-Xi smiled gently, holding my shoulders with her strong hands.

"Prayers, blessings, and burnings of small goods will commence, and since Yu-Xi will be officially your mother-in-law, she will burn fake money on your behalf as well and will pray on your behalf and your soul. Both of you will be feted and raised to be offered to the deceased's soul portrait one by one, and we will speak our eulogies of the dead. Since Jia and you are willing offerings, you may choose to speak as well, I will translate for you. A final hour of praying and ritual will commence, stay silent: I don't wish to gag you either. Then, for twenty-two minutes, you will be relatively free to do as you wish on the plates, talk, relax, chat and make your final phone calls if you wish."

I listened with immense arousal at the well-ordered series of rituals, obsessively designed.

"At the final ringing of the bell, you both will be carried to the cart full of offerings and with the music and celebrations, will be wheeled to the mausoleum chamber where you will be slaughtered and prepared as meat. We do not discourage happiness during the slow, long trip, feel free to laugh and sing along, maybe even talk to the well-wishers. I will not be around at the end of your life, but allow me to say..." Her eyes were wet. "Thank you for this. Not the outcome I exactly wished for, but this is also acceptable."

For the first time in the two days since we met, she wrapped her arms around me in an embrace, and it felt different—more meaningful. Her smell, softness, and resilience made me feel that this was a decision I should make. Body and soul offered to the woman I saved, the Dragon Queen, and her gods. When she pulled back, her eyes were still wet, whispering:

"Let us prepare."

Time to prepare for my final journey. It was my funeral as well as the dragon lady's.

Jun and the priestess held my hands and led me outside, Yu-xi following us back to the room where we had our "presentation". Jun pulled a stack of papers from a satchel, putting them before me:

"This officially adopts you to our Green-Red Sister Triad as a son. Sign here..." She spoke softly. I took the pen and signed my death, literally. Yu-Xi took the paper and put it back, holding my shoulder and head with a smile. The priestess took a small parchment and handed it to Yu-Xi, who took a small brush, making a red mark.

"With this paper, she offers her son-in-law, YOU, to be precise, as a sacrificial offering at the funeral. With this..." The priestess smiled, put her hand over my forehead, and made her mark on the paper before burning it with a small lighter.

"She accepts. No turning back now." Jun smiled apologetically and spoke with a mischievous voice, holding me tight. "You cannot back down now, please cooperate with anything we say."

"I will." I was raging with horniness, submission, and warm joy. All of them nodded sagely and Jun motioned me to stand up.

"Are you ready?"

I gulped, shaking.

"Remove all your clothes. We will burn all your belongings and bathe and cleanse you before the preparation." Jun held out her hands. "I'll help. Just don't make a mess, so to speak."

Biting my lips, I obliged, starting to strip. Jun was respectful, kind, and gentle, though the last part when my underwear came off was awkward, I looked at my hosts. Yu-Xi looked at me without any shame or awkwardness with a warm smile gazing into my eyes. The priestess was polite, eyeing my erection with an impassive look.

"Follow me," Jun motioned me. "Don't worry, no one will laugh or comment about you, it would be disrespectful. Your station is perfectly respectable in our society now, even nude, sacrifice." She addressed me with a lewd smile as if she enjoyed it.

Here we go. Public nudity, bondage, and impending religious execution. From the frying pan into the heart of the sun.

I exited the door with a pounding heart, my bare feet feeling the marble of the room, cool and slippery, changing into the soft wooden flooring of the ancient building. Red-faced, I walked naked through the corridors with my erection as Jun held my hand, and made a phone call, in which I heard "Mingzhi", likely the doctor would see me. Still, what I feared came to be: we passed a few waitresses and cleaners deeper into the mansion, who looked at me with smiles and surprise, mostly at my large and erect manhood which dangled before me. I saw their eyes eating me up, but I felt happy, even happier when another waitress hurried past us with an empty tray, showing no surprise at seeing me. She even smiled in greeting, returning with a large tray with shot glasses of fragrant rice-wine and fruits and passing by us again with a graceful curtsy. She had accepted what I was, and that was heartwarming. Jun was amused as well but kept her face neutral. We finally entered a small, clean white room, and the doors closed.

As I was waiting for the doctor and the humiliating bath, the maids could be heard talking in Chinese, or their native Thai or Korean. I didn't know which.

"Did you see that? That young white kid is going to be offered too. Wow." The Thai waitress took a surprised drag from her cigarette, leaning on the wall. Her smaller, younger colleague snatched a cigarette from the Thai's packet, eliciting a frown and a weak protest.

"Hey!"

"Come on, the catering company van took no breaks when they drove my shift! Didn't have time to shop." The younger Thai girl commented, lighting. "Did two funerals and that "falang" corporate meeting, I'm pooped. I hate old white men so much, they think we are all hookers." She closed her eyes and took a drag, sighing. "That's it..." She exhaled a dragon's breath of smoke, sighing.

"And all the good ones are offered as sacrifices or marry their own."

Both chuckled, looking meaningfully toward the room where I sat like a doomed lamb.

"I'm so going to watch the funeral now." The older one commented. "Never saw a white boy offered before."

"Cousin, we never saw a human sacrifice before. I always worry one day we will be made scapegoats," The younger one puffed her cigarette. "Mafia or not, what if they decide to use us to get away for crimes? We are just..." Her voice was worried. "Witnesses to literal crimes. Foreign countries, we are Thai maids. We'd be dead!"

Her older cousin's response was unbothered: "I know these people. They really do have the law in their pocket. As for sacrifice, I did see a few. The triads do a few events like that, plus, the boss does protect her workers, doubly so if we are women. Keep your mouth shut, and we will be sending enough home to get kids to college *and* buy a hou-"

"WAIT." Her smaller cousin cut her short with wide eyes. "You did???"

"Twice: two funerals like that one, each had a girl sacrificed like goats." The waitress nodded coolly, looking at her cousin whose eyes had widened. "They are people of old ways, some rituals are made for good fortune and magic and I don't know what else. How do you think the she-dragon fucked up the entire underworld? These people..." The older one looked serious: "They believe in this. And they won the underworld here. Not even Chinese government messes with them."

"Do you? Really believe in rich people's magic stuff?" Her smaller cousin being surprised is an understatement. "I bet they like to do sex rituals and make snuff movies like that...movie...what was it..." She tried to remember. Her cousin spoke slowly, gazing into her eyes as if she was revealing a big secret.

"Rich people, Anong? What do you think happened when our village was having a drought in the middle of the monsoon with no way to explain it? And how it suddenly ended and everyone was well-fed, rich and harvest was good? You had money in your pocket, kids set for high school?"

Anong's dark face and almond eyes lit in horror, realizing about their shared past. "No..." She muttered in realization.

"We have that stuff too, you just didn't see it. That farmer's daughter didn't leave for Bangkok: that Khmer priest sacrificed her, chop-chop. And let us just say the celebratory stew wasn't pork. Why do you think Farmer Mongkut always mourned her even you kids thought she would be coming back? And we helped him with his house, helped the wife conceive another child, paid for the next kid's support?"

The smaller, fatter cousin froze, and then relaxed, as if realizing that all the things they were shielded from the outside world were true, and it was all a part of reality.

"Oh well, I suppose... Never thought about it this way. This is happening, and no one will know about it. Funeral sacrifice, huh?"

"It's just a part of life and gods, falangs' hypocrisy be damned." Seeing her curvy cousin look at the door, the older cousin nudged her with a glare. "Hey, you don't think of joining the offering, do you? I promised Aunt Mook I'd be looking out for you. I know they offered eighty thousand dollars for a willing virgin, forty if not but...Your mother would kill me."

Anong shook her head, smiling at her cousin who cared for her like a big sister. "Nah, but I want to see him. It feels..."

"Nice to torment a poor helpless falang boy?"
"You ARE evil, cousin!" Anon laughed, extinguishing the cigarette in a clay bin. "It would be nice to see..." She sighed, accepting that everyone in the world had a bit of a dark streak. "You know...you think they would take me in as a priestess? To be on the other end..." Her beautiful, portly face gleamed with hidden glee, she waved around an imaginary sword. "Be a killer when a poor white boy whimpers before me..."

"Who knows...Ask the priestess after the funeral?" Her cousin raised her eyebrows.

They giggled softly as they extinguished their cigarettes, tossing the butts into the clay bins with draconic lids thoughtfully placed around the establishment—an old-fashioned touch that served as an unconventional trashcan. "We'll see him soon enough, lots of girls would pamper him." The older one finished her cigarette. "Come, windows need cleaning."

Back in the room, I saw naked on a medical cot, Jun smiling and caressing my hair like a sister, her demeanor changed into a caring, possessive, and protective one rather than a cool, intriguing guide with always something new to say. Her attention was fully fixed on me.

"Are you excited?"

I was. Very. I could only dumbly nod, with too much stimulation on my mind.

"It's natural to feel this way. A great honor, and we will do everything as humanely and gently as possible. The doctor will see you for a checkup, cleanup and..." She smiled looking down. "Saving as much sperm as possible." She then explained further. "Our boss wanted to adopt you had she survived, but this will do, we will use your seed to impregnate those within the organization that wanted children by Europeans. You won't penetrate anyone, though. Virginity even in such a way brings great magic in the offering." Her look was slightly sad, but had an earnest tone in her voice regarding magic.

She believed in it.

I was blushing, as Jun smiled sweetly, taking off her blazer and taking a large beaker and a pump. "I can do it for you if you like. You've been staring at me all the time, and thought about doing it with me, didn't you?"

Gulp.

Her explicit description, catching me off guard, made me nearly cum. Jun took out a bottle of lubricant and started anointing the suction cup, sealing the top of the beaker for hygiene. Looking up meaningfully, she spoke softly with deliberate slowness, donning medical gloves:

"Let's drain your balls into this." She chuckled, realizing my eagerness and bare lust, even for being jerked off into a cup. Her voice was almost enchanting as she softly commanded me:

"Lie on your side and relax."

Oh god...

I obliged and lay on the bed with a loud breath, turning over. Jun, caressing my legs and buttocks for a few minutes, waited for me to relax, her gaze locked in my eyes. With a loving smile, she, pushed the lubricated suction cup further, my red, throbbing penis slipping inside with a wet sound, hanging from the side obscenely. I almost immediately orgasmed when Jun softly giggled and started tickling my balls, slowly pumping the cup back and forth. My body burning, now only a meat animal to be offered like a goat or lamb, I could only breathe fast, holding the edge of the bed as she jerked me softly, stimulating my balls and shaft with a smile, looking into my eyes with a grin...

"It's alright." She loved torturing poor cocks. Well, I was in it for now. And dear God, it was great. My most private part was trapped in the hands of a lovely Asian secretary who was open to discussing the most grotesque and barbaric practices with me, practically lured me to my death in the most seductive, yet friendly and honest way, and loved it. Her hands were soft and gentle and her movement took its pace, giving pleasure as much as she could. There was no cruelty here, domination, yes, but her gaze was caring as she pumped my cock to drain my sperm into a sealed cup.
I bit my lips as she kept the machine on the side, her other hand going to her blouse. It was a very simple gesture, to be honest, and nothing I hadn't seen before. Breasts. But then I realized as my penis and balls were in her hands and control, it mattered *how* they were seen. And this beautiful, polite woman who acted like a big sister, or a companion, exposing herself felt like an incredibly sexy. With my cock being sucked by a machine in a humiliating way, my eyes were fixed on her hands, which were...

...unbuttoning her shirt, I was already nearing an explosion, helpless, my balls tingling. Then she pushed her bra aside, and looking with a grin, revealed her small breasts. She never broke eye contact as she showed me her soft, pale mounds with dark brown nipples.

"This is what you wanted-"

She didn't even need to comment, her smile and breasts becoming the final, insignificant straw to break the camel's back which was tortured during the whole day.

I could hold myself no longer. Shaking as if I have been struck by electricity, I groaned, spurting large amounts of cum into the beaker, Jun humming happily. She switched a small button, and the suction tube started to vibrate.

"Let it all out." Jun chuckled.

I felt as if my soul was being pulled out of my body. Breathing hard, I kept ejaculating, pent up from all the decadent displays of religious submission and casual madness around me. After the fifth spurt, Jun was giggling, amazed since my balls retracted into my soft, slightly hairy pubis. Her eyes enjoyed the show as she tortured my poor penis with as many orgasms as she could squeeze in the time until she was done.

She eyed my penis and balls with a bright look in her eyes, storing the sperm with careful sealing. Gently she smiled, purring as my convulsing ended, my breathing became ragged, and my movements limp. I was caught in a vice, she owned my balls and was milking them. Incredible pleasure coursed through me, I had to fight hard to avoid fainting, having graduated from a nobody to an honored lamb in a den of she-wolves who would die in a few hours.

"I hope the post-orgasm relaxing feeling comes with no regrets. You will be offered, and this is the end of your life, it's a fact." She spoke in a serious, patronizing tone as her delicate hands in gloves gathered the sample. I nodded, swallowing as she softly wiped my softening penis with a firm grip using a wet napkin, her grasp on my shaft painful. Not because of her grip but because my penis was sensitive, my mind still blank from the incredible change in my life, as well as my total submission to women that would literally use me as a sacrificial lamb and eat parts of me. I could only sigh and relax on the bed as I heard our..."Doctor" enter with hurried steps, and converse with Jun behind her mask, yours truly gasping with his still erect penis throbbing inside the cup and giving small gouts of sperm.

"I came as soon as I heard. We have a second volunteer..." Mingzhi sighed, looking at me as if I was a moron. "What have you gotten yourself into?" She spoke in weary, accented English. "You know you will die, right?" She looked into my eyes with pity. "So young, eager...I mean, good but..."

I nodded, still blushing. "I want it." The young doctor sighed under her mask, nodding. "Very well," She intoned, sitting next to me and politely shaking my hand even when I was naked and had my cock milked in front of her. I had given up on feeling surprised.

"Doctor Mingzhi, internal medicine. I'll be your caretaker for the three hours so you will be..." She rolled her eyes "...in top shape before...it happens." She waved at Jun for a notepad: "Go through your medical history for me so I can figure out which organs and parts are..."

"Useful?" I asked politely and received a shrug.

"Yes." She sighed.

We went through the list easily. It was something of a legality, I was young, healthy, a virgin, and had the best care my country could buy. Then she poked my finger with a small, needle-tipped bottle and took a tiny blood sample.

"Well, that settles it." Mingzhi spoke coolly. "Let's give you an enema, clean your insides and the priestesses will prepare you." With those words, she took a bucket and a large hose with a large plastic bag. I turned my head towards Jun, and she tilted her head with a shrug:

"You knew this was coming. Just relax, we will be quick." Jun turned around and donned a long, think, huge single-piece plastic coat for cleanliness one size too big for her small frame. Then she snapped a pair of blue gloves on and gave a wink with an outstretched arm, a gesture similar to a certain music album's cover. "On your belly please, head down and ass up." She giggled.

...

It wasn't quick.

...

I shuddered, Jun turning me over and putting pillows under my belly, her hands massaging my asscheeks with her middle finger massaging my asshole. I was glad I couldn't see Mingzhi's grin under her mask.

"This never gets old."

The first intrusion inside my anus with the cool rush of the relaxing, likely medicated fluid filling my guts. Jun's eyes twinkled when she noticed I was getting erect as they violated my poor ass. The first...cleaning was embarrassing. I'll say no more.

The second bag made me squeal, making both my playful tormentors chuckle, the cleaning being easier and less problematic, but no less embarrassing.

When the third bag was taken out, Jun held my penis and aimed it into another sample jar. Mingzhi carefully kept pumping the cleaning saline with a strong squeeze and gave a mighty push with a smirk. I groaned, giving a few more spurts into the jar with my first anal orgasm.

"But...virgi-" I croaked, gasping as my balls were drained, and my insides clean, collapsing on the cot.

"Doesn't count. You haven't had sex with us." Both of them spoke in unison in perfect English, laughing. The buckets were taken away and cleaned, my humiliation complete. They spent some time using a wide-headed water hose to spray the floors (relatively) and sprayed some fragrant, heady antiseptic on themselves and me. It tickled.

"The maids will clean up the rest. I'll change my clothes and Jun will deliver you to the family shrine for a last bath before changing as well." Mingzhi smiled under her mask. "I'll be visiting you regularly."

Jun washed her arms before holding my hand in a strong grip.

"At least the bath, blessing and preparation will be more relaxing."

I was hoping, as I weakly stumbled behind her held tightly.

"Don't worry, I'll be there for you."

I was cold, and shivering, my penis now limp, balls spent, poor boy in her grip, exited the cold, marble infirmary. A few waitresses and cleaning staff, young, southeast Asian girls (I think one of them was an Indian, even- a people not too separated from the concept of sentient sacrifice either) watched me with smiles and curious gazes on my body, asking Jun something in slow Chinese, who answered with a confident nod and smile and told them to get back to work.

"Are we really going to see a boy sacrifice?"
"Yes. Just keep the place clean, and you'll get time to watch." Jun told them with a patient smile: seeing a foreign young man added to such a ritual made all of them interested, one couldn't blame the young witnesses for unspeakable acts.

The girls tittered, looking at each other and getting back to work, though I felt a few of them snap a few pictures behind me. That made me feel not just hot but brought my bruised, poor manhood back to life.

The opening door before me made me calm down a little: it was hot inside, almost like a sauna. Jun pointed to a very beautiful, shallow, ornate tub.

"Lie down: the priestesses will be with you shortly with a few assistants. I'll be back, but I think one of them can speak English." She disappeared, hurrying no doubt to wash. She wouldn't join me, though I'd have liked that.

I obliged, looking around. This shrine, combined with a warm bath was majestic, dark grey mineral tiles giving it a lovely, therapeutic atmosphere, even though I was being prepared as a sacrificial offering to an archaic family custom. The water came directly from a warm spring bubbling under the floor, giving gentle wisps of steam, a tiny electronic speaker playing calming, soft Chinese tunes. The walls were light pink marble, with wispy white veins tracing through the stone, with grey and golden streaks adding depth to the surface. The sight calmed my nerves, my body was now nothing but a sacrificial lamb on a plate for a society of alluring, mafioso Chinese witches, but the treatment was something out of a dream.

The room had small statues next to the walls: multi-armed Chinese demons, motherly goddesses, gods, and beings dotted the walls of the huge bath. In a corner, away from the moisture, was a large set of tables and an altar with one of the ubiquitous ancestral shrines, bowls with candles, and religious items.

I sighed, lying down in the tub, tired, naked, and violated. The metal was warm, and I suspect it was bronze. Draconic heads and beautiful engravings were all across its surface, the marble housing containing many herbal and natural cleaning liquids in ornate, glass, and clay vessels. I sighed, eyes half closed. If I was to die to sustain my beautiful crush-yes, I admit it, the "crime boss lady" so to speak, had enchanted me that day, it felt the right thing.

Outside, I heard hurried, many footsteps approaching, and I knew the time was near.

The door opened quickly, and loud Chinese conversation filled the bath as I jerked up, sitting.

Three young Chinese women entered, wearing soft white-and-blue robes, followed by ornately dressed, two older, kind-faced women I met earlier. The younger ones must have been in training, or acolytes: one of them wore their hair short like a tomboy, one was completely bald, and an older last one had it long, yet secured with pins, simple and elegant, gathered at the back of her head at neck length. The younger ones wore simple sets of clothes under the robes: a light cotton white blouse and loose grey trousers. Their sweet, loud voices lost in conversation with each other were stunning, just like their elegant, simple, and alluring appearances. They regarded me with complete cheer and interest, smiling and giving brief nods of their heads. It was an intoxicating paradox to be surrounded by sweet-looking, adorable women who would prepare one for a horrific fate with happy voices and loving gazes.

The bald one could fortunately speak English.

"Hello!" She had a slight British accent, politely leaning towards me: I didn't even bother to cover up: her calm, uninterested look there clearly showed her how detached she was from base comments and thoughts. "You are the...boy? Jun brought you here?" It was a rhetorical question, there was no other "boy" here.

I nodded weakly.

"Relax," she simply said and turned to the others. The younger three quickly descended on the tub, taking out jars and ointments carefully as if I were the most fragile thing to be anointed in the world. Their eyes were warm, gazing at me not with lust, but appreciation and mild interest. I felt no arousal, but care, these people were perfectly alright with the upcoming rites, though clad in humble, white-and-gold robes and representing calm serenity and clergy, they knew what they were preparing me for, with cheerful smiles and gentle hands.

I saw that they had taken off their humble, cloth shoes and socks, their delightful, tiny, well-shaped feet were wearing sandals taken from a wooden shoe rack. Always respectful, I guessed, alert even when I was having my last bath by adorable Chinese acolytes of an alien, haunting and beautiful creed, impossibly integrated with human sacrifice, something out of an ill-written video game with a fantastic setting out of an unrepentant fetishist's fever dreams. A few days ago, despite being a passionate reader, I couldn't believe that this ordeal could be true at this age.

Sighing, I relaxed as warm water filled the basin, soft yet firm hands massaging my limbs. I saw the young woman with well-made, pinned hair take out something not-so-traditional from a wooden box, razors, and balms. Smiling at me as they started to soap my body with no care for modesty, I was being washed like a child in a huge basin, two elderly women going to the shrine in the corner, and started to crush some chalk-like powder in a mortar, humming something I couldn't hear. Delicate hands washed my feet, cleaning the fingernails, soles, and ankles with a tight grip that came as a surprise, yet the young acolytes smiled at me sweetly every time they made eye contact. I was surprised they did not react to my erection, politely washing my shaft and balls as if it was a mere chore, their hands careful not to hurt, or overstimulate.

The bald one spoke in a sweet voice, telling me to relax, as she started to shave every inch of my body, starting from the top of my feet with a straight razor, finishing it with another, gentle sweet of a multi-blade, expensive looking plastic one: talk about modernity.

"You are not so hairy: this is good." She smiled. "More time to relax after."

Her eyes were smaller than the others, her face more...pure-blooded, I guess?... While the tomboyish-haired priestess-in-training seemed to be at least of Southeast-Asian stock with a hint of Chinese, looking different, her tapered jet-black eyes looking at him like sharp daggers, she seemed to be a bit more passionate as if she was enjoying manhandling a young man who was offered in a funeral. My legs, instructed to turn over with a silent wave of her hand, had been shaven bare, the tomboyish one smirking when she started to depilate my balls, amused at my hairless hips and buttocks. I was pulled and made to spread my legs, my manhood, and balls dangling before them, the girls giggling as they slowly held, caressed, plucked, shaved, and cleaned every bit of weak, sandy hair. The elder priestesses turned their heads, only shaking in amusement, chuckling at the girls' eagerness to shave me bare.

My belly and chest were nearly hairless, so the girls took their time slowly caressing, soaping, and shaving every inch, gentle hands enjoying my soft frame with wide grins, except our short-haired one, who was merely going through like a tiring chore. I felt the cool, ticklish touch of the razor: the women were experts at precision. My armpits and neck, and finally, my face was shorn completely hairless save for my hair, which they soaped, gently washed, and used their beautiful, long, nailed hands to scrub every square inch with a warm, sensual massage.

"Good?" The bald girl in acolyte robes smiled with her sweet voice.

"Yes..." I could say no more. She smiled cutely, giving a warm gaze and a tiny wink as she scratched every hair clean with great care, and even rubbed my entire body with some herbal cream: a royal treatment, and no doubt some herbal condiment was inside too. My situation was so relaxing, even my erection calmed. It wasn't just a hungry sex rite: this was respectful, loving, and serene. They smiled at me, taking care to relax every muscle for the very same reason, this young boy before them was to be an archaic Chinese funeral offering, and they felt honored, happy to oblige him, namely, me.

"Is this...for..." I smelled the fragrant, yet herbal oils, wondering if... She didn't even blink:

"For...meat, yes." And her soft, gentle grin showed her teeth. "Your...flesh...Don't worry..." Her hands caressed my cheek, as if she were my lover, yet made no lewd moves, and treated every inch like an expert masseuse or therapist. Without even making a lewd wink or lustful expression, her hands were cupping and oiling my balls, working my erect shaft, careful not to overstimulate it as she oiled them.

"Skin absorbs this oil, and that oil... "She chewed her lip. "Old recipe, it makes meat and skin...clearer, fragrant..." She spoke softly, as her two other friends were busy cleaning and scrubbing my armpits, shaving, and washing me, making me stand up, and pouring water on me from basins filled with the warm spring. Perhaps to "purify" my insides, or to show how gracefully clean the water was, the young girl with the full head of hair took a small beaker, filled it, and pushed it before my lips.

"D-rink..." Her accented English was as sweet as the cotton candy that had touched my lips for the first time in my life. I sipped, making her look down and smile.

"It is good..." I sighed: the water was drinkable, sweet, with a hint of mineral water aftertaste. She offered a few more sips, as well as wiping my face of soap residues, her gaze only one of intense interest. The short-haired acolyte working on my back and hands, was busy scrubbing with a harsh grip to remove every tiny bit of sweat and dirt... Her eyes had a tiny gleam when she turned around, her lips curling in a bit of amusement after seeing my reaction to her ministrations. She mumbled something I didn't understand (and my hostess didn't translate either) and shook her head. Washing her hands, she took a small, wet napkin, took a dab of watery liquid, and used her deft fingers to clean my ears with a strong grip. When she pulled my ear a little, just enough to hurt a little, our eyes met, and her hands squeezed a little, her mouth making a funny "boing" sound, followed by a chuckle squeezing and playing with my small, round ears.

I found myself chuckling back, the only way we could both communicate without translation. My eyes widened a bit when my third "caretaker"'s hands, supported with her thumbs, scrubbed my buttocks harshly, not caring whether her thumb, even behind the wet, towel, poked softly as she used it for an anchor, grunting and pushing and circling her palms to soak the soapy water inside. Then came a fresh torrent of water, followed by my English-speaking hostess.

"I'm Lu...you are?" She had asked when her oiled hands followed the watery scrub, squeezing and oiling my calves, knees, thighs, and genitals. Her gaze was now purely professional as she tried to get every bit of anointing, (and cooking) oil to my pores.

I told them my name, but added with a bit of cynicism:

"Does it matter?" Her eyes were understanding:

"It does. You are doing a great honor for our lady...a life, body, prepared and offered as best of meat, is..." Her almond eyes squinted: "Auu..." Her hands rubbed my shaft to oil it better. "Aus-picious!" Her eyes glowed: "Luck, good fortune from spirits."

"Have you...seen things like these..." I gargled some more spring water, not to swallow lest my bladder would be full, he gaze only casually understanding.

"Yes. Of course. It's not needed but our...belief...doesn't turn down such thing...either..." She tried to formulate her words while she translated her words to her friends in Chinese. "It is part of life, but we don't...always...like...do it." She laughed, making an innocent expression with squinted eyes.

I dropped the issue.

"I see..."