I was now being oiled like a harem girl by lewd eunuch servants, each at least appreciating my body even though they could not sample it...at least not in the sexual sense. I suppose they could, but it was less of a religious matter, and more out of responsibility: here was a sacrificial animal, namely a human animal and they enjoyed their time, squeezing, teasing, poking. They chuckled occasionally when my cheeks blushed, or my penis neared ejaculation, their demeanor cheerful, interested and extroverted when dealing with the body of a soft, full white European boy taken for one of their rituals. Yellow Fever chasers better not know of such a deadly clique, lest...

...maybe it's best they do. Could reduce perverts and put them to good use. I don't know, I just...loved submitting to their embrace, their soft arms and gazes, who knew exactly what would happen to me yet loved to minister in all tenderness from a corner of the world known for its mystery to outsiders. I was laid on a marble slab at the foot of the tub, my beautiful hosts starting to apply another round of relaxing oils, starting from my toes to my forehead. The short-haired Chinese girl lacking in polite cheer, the one who was fascinated by my penis, made a gesture of stabbing my chest with a hair comb with a "whoosh" sound, eliciting laughter from the girls as she looked at me.

I found myself laughing back.

"Do not be afraid." The bald one, Lu smiled, caressing my face with both hands, rubbing the relaxing herbal mix all around me: "You will bring much fortune with your sacrific-al(sic) offering." Her gaze was sweet as ever as she rubbed my nose, lips, eyelids, and shoulders while the other two, after depilation, started to massage my limbs to relax the muscles. "Life offered brings good luck...magic."

"You think?" I asked sweetly, curious. "You believe this...Do they?"

Smirking, the Chinese bald girl spoke, and the other two nodded eagerly with big smiles.

"We all do believe in old ways..." The girl squeezed my hand as she massaged it. "Relax." I felt their hands press on my chest, rubbing and calming my heartbeats, re-wiping and anointing certain points on my body.

"These...qi points." The bald girl explained. "Power is accumulated. They must be clean for health..."

"Or sacrifice," I spoke, swallowing. She grinned.

"Yes." speaking sweetly, my beautiful killer-to-be explained. "Relaxing so great energy is released when..." She made an apologetic gesture of slicing across her neck. "Great fortune and magic is released when done happily, joyfully...You will bring great honor and fortune to the house."

"I'm happy to do something with my life." Upon hearing it, she pursed her lips and translated my words, making my keepers blink and make sad noises, their eyes, even the cynical tomboy's turned into a sad expression.

"Why? What made you...?" She dangled the sentence as her sorrowful expression turned into serene politeness. While they pampered and rubbed me, I told them my story. My bald friend translated it all, and the others nodded sagely and commented in Chinese.

"Maybe it's..." The bald girl gently rubbed my forehead, tapping my forehead and humming as if she were praying and casting a spell. Nonsense, but it was calming, to my surprise, the other two did the same, rubbing strange points on my body. Their looks were serene and focused, even massaging my penis and balls with completely neutral expressions. The priestesses were ready in the meantime and their more voluminous robes and no modern clothes, all politeness and grace, bringing bags of dust, strange religious implements, and brushes.

"Maybe it is in accordance of Dharma..."

"Sacrificed?"

The bald one's smile was pure sweetness: "Of course! Any being is born, grown, and dies. Yours is...we will make it for a great purpose, celebrations, laughter, and prayers. You will...like it I hope, even in the end." Her hopeful gaze was radiant, her hands calming my very nature with her blessing. "Now we will cleanse your qi, relax your flesh, and bless."

"Thank you."

Her smile meant everything. "Thank YOU for this great sacrifice."

"Will you do it?" I asked with earnest curiosity, but she shook her head.

"No, the...butchers will do it, but we will do a few rituals and spells with your remains...sorry..." She apologized for mutilating my remains with a sad look in her eyes, her bald, pure, simple beauty the shining beacon of my gentle submission.

"Nothing to apologize."

That made her squeeze my hand with a smile. I saw the first kindly priestess I met, who spoke with a gentle voice, translated by my gentle captor:

"She will make the blessing on your body, just relax, and we will handle the rest. She closed my eyes, and I started hearing soft chanting, soft pads of powder tapped on my forehead, temples, below eyes, cheeks, throat, chest, and under the ribs. They prayed, caressing my body as the priestesses' calloused hands, still kind and caring, caressed my face lovingly. The rites continued, the powdery pads were tapped on my stomach, lower abdomen, and groin. I felt the strong, kind hands even pat my groin, penis, and balls without any mocking laughter or humiliation: opening my eyes, I saw the priestess look as if my penis was a mere object, carefully humming and drawing circles around my groin and genitalia with the fragrant, white dust, then walking up to my knees, shins, ankles, and feet, blessing every point as the girls rubbed them to relax and "let the energies flow", so to speak.

I was turned over to lie on my belly, and similar points were pressed on my back, the girls giggling when the mature, kind priestess rubbed my buttocks as well, all of them chuckling. A push on my tailbone made me shudder, and relax, pain melting into pleasure.

"She says lots of stress was here, no good. We will release it all, so the sacrifice brings a lot of good fortune magic..." The bald girl translated, as I groaned. Lots of loose muscles to unravel... I nearly orgasmed, my body melting into mush as they prayed, blessed and cleansed of whatever had me stressed. However, all good things come to an end, and time to be offered, my heart started to beat again when they brought a wheeled, massive tray with the silver plate the human meat would be offered at the altar.

"Get on it please, and bend over." The English-speaking, lovely acolyte softly spoke, gesturing on the massive silver plate and taking saffron-colored ropes and ribbons. I shivered: this was happening. Erect again, much to the ladies' suppressed grins and silent laughter, I climbed on the huge plate, feeling the cool, hard metal on my knees, legs, and of course, my penis and balls when the girls pushed me gently down with titters, no doubt amused by the result of their sensual treatment. Already kept in a demeaning, submissive form of prostrate fetal position, the young priestesses started to tie me up. Soft hands took my limbs, and to my rising excitement, began wrapping the soft, fragrant ribbons starting with my wrists, then the forearms, going all the way to my elbow until my arms were bound behind my back much like poor Jia's, waiting for her fate back on the altar. The priestess, caressing my back, smiled at me and put a fragrant, cool blossom on my palms, instructing me to hold it like Jia does. I felt my feet rubbed with sacred oils, my big toes pulled close and tied in a ribbon to restrain them, then my knees, my ankles and my thumbs. It was restraining indeed, but I could tear them off. But I did not want it. This would be happening, and I would be a great sacrifice for a great mistress. I felt curious hands tie a ribbon on my balls as well, my erection nearly exploding into orgasm: I held it back.

"She asks if she can take a picture..." My bald, gentle acolyte spoke softly in my ear. The acolyte with the long, pinned hair held a smartphone and smiled apologetically. "It's OK if you don't want."

Straining my head, I looked at them: "Sure."

I heard snaps as the beautiful Chinese girl started taking picture of her "presentation", with a unique prey, me. All of them watched in wonder as the girl walked around me, recording her handiwork with a happy grin, the priestesses shaking their heads and chuckling. I could swear they said "Kids, these days," or something similar. The crowning moment of fun was for them when the three gathered around my bound, fetal form in submission, and took a "group selfie" with cute smiles. The excited talk was translated by my helper:

"She wants to know how old you are, where are you from, and how do you feel."

More sensual humiliation, it seemed. I answered and talked, the eager, happy girl even recording it all. With a clap of hands, her pastime ended, the elderly women saying something and waving outside, taking away the supplies for the ritual. They laid a large, warm bundle of towels for my chin to rest on, I was the poor lamb.

"It is time. We will take you to altar now." The bald one spoke, her eyes glowing. "This was so fun with someone so new."

My bound form was being wheeled outside by three girls, the door opening.

Gulp. What would happen now, how would people react? I shivered, head down as they wheeled the tray. From the sounds of wonder and amazement, I could swear a few waitresses exclaimed surprise and amusement at such an exotic offering. They gathered around, following, some of them chattering with each other as I was helplessly pushed, back, into the music and warmth of the funeral room.

"Thank you!" Jia, still tied up, happily spoke on the phone with her friend, held by a smiling waitress to her mouth. "No, no, that essay is on the internet! I'll tell sister to email it. OK, goodbye!" She told the waitress to hang up. Now resting quietly, silently praying in her fetal position bondage with her chin on her soft towel, Jia relaxed. The book she was reading was finished, and her friend took it away from her chin so she could rest until the offering ceremony started, helpless with her butt raised in the air, arms, and legs bundled as a meat offering next to delicious chicken and fish for the spirits: she was just the biggest of meats on the offering plate, long at peace with her end: she wouldn't shame her family, and would be used as an offering to bring great fortune and honor to the Triad. Still, slightly bored, she began wondering where the strange, Western kid was. He could not have been older than nineteen! And yet, he had come to watch the funeral of Jia's late benefactor, her family's savior from poverty to bear witness to her ritual slaughter and offering. Squinting at the sounds, she perked up when she heard voices, speech, and surprised exclamation as well as a few sounds of clapping. Hearing the metal rattle of the tray she was familiar with (having been prayed, blessed, and ritually washed by the priestesses and their three acolytes who were coincidentally her classmates), Jia realized they were bringing in more human offerings. It would be probably some poor Thai or Chinese waitress whose families were probably poor and were enchanted by her sensual preparation. Where was the doctor anyway, she didn't come to Jia for the last check-ups.

Her eyes widened when she saw the next tray, lifted by five women with grunts, and slid right across her on the slab, the meat offerings rearranged to make place for the new...

...boy?!?!?!?!?

Jia's mouth opened in surprise, exclaiming in Chinese. Either "big sister's right hand" Jun Zheng had persuaded the boy or groomed him for years...A weird thought. It was the beautiful, soft blonde boy, stripped naked, washed and cleaned just like her, and cleansed with incense, offered on a silver plate just like her. Lifting her head like a puppy, she saw her superior Jun's smile and fragrant new outfit: she must have showered and changed.

"Hello Jia." The secretary smiled, looking down to the plate. "Seems like our young man will be joining you in being offered to protect your mistress' fortune and honor." She spoke to her softly. "Funeral starts in half an hour by the way: the last party arrived. Get ready."

Jia shivered, though proud, happy, and aroused, it was happening now: the end of her life. At least she would be joining a white boy in sacrifice, that would help her sad mother. She had to call her before she was taken away for beheading. Looking across the table, she looked into...

...my eyes. I saw her, still in the same debasing pose of prostration, offered as meat.

She smiled brightly, her face full of happiness. I could feel how happy she was. I was naked, fetal-bound, my penis dangling, tied with sacred ribbons, waitresses grinning at my humiliation and happily smiling at me. Worse, new visitors were paying their respects to the altar and the cool, silent, well-dressed corpse of Lady Mei in the coffin behind the altar as if she was in a silent sleep. Some of the people, businessmen, and visitors, directly staring at my naked body bundled up with sacrificial candles around me, face to face with Jia smiling at me.

The old lady who was recording Jia had returned, her eyes bright at seeing me. Saying something, she was recording me as well with a camera, walking around me and talking to Jun, who seemed to be explaining what happened, pointing at my body. The lady smiled and looked into my eyes, recording me and Jia together before returning to shake hands with the rich and famous: I was just another souvenir or memento, now forgotten. People paid their respects, some businesswomen exclaiming in surprise and admiration seeing a boy and girl, a stranger boy taken into their culture and offered as a funeral gift. I felt a few looks into my exposed penis and even received a few smiles and coins put on my plate for good fortune.

Jun whispered into my ear as I was helpless, her lovely, angular eyes enjoying my blush:

"Some of the staff want to take pictures of you together. Hope you don't mind..."

I shrugged weakly, erect and smiling. "You know it doesn't matter."

"It does!" Jun sweetly protested. "They are the help. And you are higher than them in the hierarchy. "She leaned on my prostrate form, explaining gently. "Well, you were higher, but since you are no longer a person, but an offering, visitors have power over you. Of course the visitors can videotape and take photos of you, but these are outsiders."

I nodded. "Alright." And kept my head down, facing Jia who gazed at me silently, her lips curling into a smile. I saw a few exclamations of wonder and stares as smartphones wandered close to me, making me erect, and the staff giggle when my twitching, ribbon-bound penis rubbed the plate when moving.

Mingzhi bit her lips, sighing. Her head turned to talk to a maid who started conversing in Chinese and showing something on her phone as if oblivious the girl on the plate would be soon offered.

I saw a few waitresses, the ubiquitous Asian catering company girls pull up chairs after distributing refreshments in the gardens outside, sighing with weary fatigue as they sat. Their gazes turned into surprise, seeing me added in perfect symmetry with Jia's bound form, my naked body bound, trussed, and cleaned in the same position as her, the only difference being I was a white boy, my dangling penis amused them. But they ignored me, taking a cigarette break and a drink of water before proceeding, their prim-and-proper grey dresses being perfectly prudish. I expected something else but it seemed our nudity was the same as their prudishness in a sacred place: both were appropriate: we weren't people anymore.

Minutes passed, and I tried to filter out the laughter. Sighing, I accepted what was coming: hopefully, it was fun. Jia was watching a funny video, chuckling. Noticing my lazy, lamb-like posture, the Thai girl's eyes opened with interest and turned the phone to allow me to watch as well.

"See?"

Another cat video with spammed Chinese soundbite memes. I chuckled, Jia eagerly mouthing a comment and letting the Thai maid type it. I sighed, and surrendered, letting some maids even lean down and put their elbows on their knees, resting their chins on their palms and looking at me as if they were looking at an alien. Their innocent gazes and smiles were narcotic. So young, and yet perfectly alright with bloody rites in a modern world, and looking at my body, all exposed, all laid on the platter as sacrificial meat.

The morbid curiosity of my impending, erotic death took over. I lifted my head to Jun, who was dutifully accepting visitors with big smiles and gestures, She turned her head with a sweet "Hm?" when I called out shyly with a whisper, looking up from my bonds like a puppy.

"I want to know something,"

"Anything!" Jun smiled, leaning down patronizingly with a fresh scent of jasmine.

"Other meats are prepared. Is it customary for human meat...like this?" I was the perfect sacrificial bondage pet on the plate, squirming. She giggled.

"Actually, no. There are two ways this is done. The actual way was having Jia slaughtered and presented parts of her body with her head on the plate: the visitors wouldn't mind, we are used to death. But the Boss's death was too unexpected, too fast: we couldn't bring in the equipment and traditional racks to slaughter and prepare human-sized meat. The small animals were prepared and smoked with what little Sheng-era bronze implements, and will last longer without going bad during the day. You both are lucky, you get to soak up a unique experience in life."

"If a human offering wanted to stay alive until the end of the ritual even though you had the equipment?"

"Of course!" Jun nodded, "It is something that is allowed, and honors the poor girl and lets her enjoy the festivities. Human meat is the greatest qi-laden meat to be offered next to immortal gods. And poor boy..." She ruffled my hair gently. Her brow roze quizzically when I kissed her fingertip with a subtle peck, and shook her head, chuckling.

"I hope the fate you have chosen takes you to wherever you deserve." She politely intoned, giving a reverent nod and clasping her hands.

"Thank you Jun." I said, bound tight, some maids taking my photos and talking to each other, and my fellow offering, Jia happily talking with someone over the phone who seemed to be in good cheer judging by the voice held by a maid next to her cheek, her bonds quivering with happiness.

"Thank you! I didn't know that! Take care!" She told the girl to hang up.

Jun chuckled.

"Thank you instead, for your life." She sighed and smiled wearily, blowing a bit of sacred powder over me, her hand on my buttcheek subtle, it would be inappropriate for anyone else but her and the daughter Yu-Xi who technically owned me now. "Your life will bring cheer and fortune to this funeral and to our lady."

I swallowed. "And the lunch?"

I saw her eyes squint, a mysterious grin on her face. "I will enjoy what's left of you over steamed rice, my favorite pickles and sweet-and-sour sauce. I prefer thighs..." She whispered with a giggle. I had to enjoy the morbid curiosity about the aftermath of my death with my gentle, sweet Asian soon-to-be-killer.

"I always thought of myself as a teriyaki man."

That caught her off-guard!

Jun couldn't help but burst into a laugh for a moment, and immediately suppressing it with careful grace. "It's Japanese, you idiot boy." She grinned, leaning and whispering as if telling a terrible secret. "I could tell the cooks to do it extra painfully for such cultural insensitivity. Maybe they should stick the knife under your balls and saw backwa-"

"I'm sorry." I sheepishly added, shivering and my penis wilting, and Jun merely shook her head, amused.

"I was teasing. But I will tell the cooks to let you choose the sauce your body parts will be marinated in. Would you like that?" She asked with morbid cuteness mixed with psychopathy that looked adorable with her sharp, prim, and proper Chinese features.

I shrugged. "Alright."

I was helpless, she looked at me quietly, standing over me near the plate. Looking around, Jun realized many visitors were sitting in chairs, arranged, ignoring us, and quietly waiting, the hubbub outside started to die down. I saw Jia lick her lips and shudder, looking at me sadly with unspoken words. Then I heard it:

"I can..speak...English...little."

Bless your little heart, two pure lambs on a plate. Virgin boy and girl, to be offered for the good fortune of the dead, talking to each other in broken English to be their last words. At least, the two priestesses, motherly, kind women in their late 40s with faces that saw a lot of experience in life, smiled down at us, blessing our bodies with powder, and sprinkling us with warm mineral water. I felt her assuring hand caressing my hand, avoiding touching my buttocks, running up my back and neck, leaning to face me as she cradled my jaw and cheek, and smiling warmly at me. There were no words, but I felt her admiration for my choice, and her fingers blessing my eyes and forehead, sacred water touching my lips and tongue. I smiled and bowed my head at her feet, and she nodded, ruffling my hair lovingly. Likewise, the other priestess powdered and anointed Jia's body, starting from the feet, calves, buttocks, back, and back of her head: she was more touchy-feely but without any ill intent. They made their rounds on us each, and I felt the second woman's hands touch my head, neck, and back, sprinkling sacred water, and touching my buttocks, and feet. I shuddered when she gently rubbed the sacred powder on my dangling balls with a slight touch, swallowing. Jun said nothing, I shuddered when I realized a few older women were recording my ordeal with warm smiles, and a few younger maids with big grins.

The toll of a gong made us both shudder.

"Silence now," Jun whispered, "The ritual begins. I'll translate the details, and will allow you to talk when allowed: please..." She looked sad, "Do not make me gag you: it is perfectly acceptable, and accept the fact that you are a human sacrifice: experience all you can, pay your respect, go with the flow, this is the end of your life. Alright?"

Shivering, and shaking, I nodded, swallowing. Her features softened.

"I'm so glad you understand. Enjoy what you can, and make me proud. Keep your head down in submission as prayers proceed, both of you." She also whispered to Jia.

We both smiled and obliged, surrendering ourselves and bowing down like obedient dogs in perfect symmetry across the altar. Just two offered humans as sacrifices.

The crowd started to filter inside, taking their chairs as the music became low, constant, and a calming background effect. My shaking calmed when the priestess gently caressed my cheek, whispering with her quiet voice and rubbing my neck. She consoled me, letting my breath calm down, and it calmed as if by magic. I felt my purpose and station perfectly. It was an offering, and it was good. Her smile told as much: she understood, Jun and her touching my back once, so I could come to terms.

The priestesses stood against the crowd, hands folded, as Jia and I looked down before us at the table, seeing our reflections. As the assembly neared completion I felt a quick, gloved touch on my neck and a tiny pinprick on my neck: looking up, I saw Mingzhi in her coat, taking both of our pulses, taking notes and hurriedly withdrawing to the crowd, having given me a dose of muscle relaxant as well. She blinked at me and smiled.

The priestesses bowed, humming, and the older one addressed the crowd in Chinese, speaking in a low, slow, monotonous voice. Jun stood like a shadow behind a goddess statue at my end, the serene gaze of the statue looking down on me as if I were a morsel for her, translating as she lay hidden. I was.

"She thanks those present for their presence and tells about the untimely passing of Mei-Li, the esteemed Dai Ga Jie of the society. We are gathered to pay respects to her passing, and offer our well wishes, as well as offerings of the deceased's sustenance, and the nether beings to keep them at bay." She chuckled quietly. "Meaning the meat, human and otherwise."

The speech went for several minutes, paused by a gong and a humming sound when the other priestess tapped a prayer bowl with a metal brush. People bowed their heads as well as the priestesses mumbled prayers, Jia and I bowing down in abasement as living offerings to the dead. The prayers, humming, and chanting went on for several minutes, Jia and I, naked, trussed on the altar plates, smiled at each other.

This was our purpose. One priestess sprinkled water on us both, and the foodstuffs offered, humming in Chinese.

"She blesses the fish, the fowl, the cow, and the humans who are given up for the dead."

That's right, us. Jun told me and Jia to raise my head.

"Now...bow!" She hissed.

People prayed, and hummed, as the priestesses took their place, and with a signal, everyone bowed down to the altar, both of us as well, though we were sideways: we bowed at each other. It would be unseemly to prostrate with our bare bottoms turning to the crowd, though no one thought of us sexually, at least not the honored visitors. Still...

I saw Yu-Xi taking the stage, the daughter in mourning, face tearful and serene. She turned her head to look at our faces, smiling warmly, appreciating our sacrifice. We smiled back, bowing our heads. She returned the gesture with a small nod, though eyes teary. Then, she returned to the crowd with a bow and started speaking in a loud, confident voice.

Jun leaned quietly:

"She explains the event that led her to Mei-Li's death, and declares that she will take over the society. To bless her mother, and aid her in her peaceful passage to the One Hundred Clouds, good offerings are made today, including the bodies of two people. One is Jia Feng, a good and honorable daughter of the society's beneficiary families, a virgin, and offered by his honored father, which she gladly accepted."

A slow applause and exclamations of wonder came from the crowd, Jia, prostrate with her ass up and head down, smiled sweetly at the crowd, the old lady recording her with a small camera again.

"She now says that a sweet, honorable young man who once saved her mother, you, are also offered to be sacrificed, together with Jia, for good fortune. Two sacrifices will be done today, bringing great fortune and luck to the living, and much magical protection to the dead."

As Yu-Xi spoke, the camera pointed at me, the old lady...

...smiling. She had no malice, no cruelty, no evil radiating. Just warm pride to be taking in a brave young man from another land to be offered to the gods for good fortune. I found myself smiling back, just like Jia on the plate, restrained, prostrate, naked, but happy. It was heartwarming. Some of the waitresses were present and their gazes were more of a lustful and interested grin: they loved seeing a white boy bound rather than the other way around.

I heard some women and men murmuring, a few gasps of surprise, and a few rounds of applause...

...for me. I blushed, squirming in my bonds, some of the Thai girls grinning and giving me winks.

Her tone then took a dark one.

"She says she also offers four vials of blood, taken from her mother's killers, four evil lives paid back in vengeance for the one good life they have taken." Jun whispered to me. With these words, the woman put four clay jars with tiny bottles inside (presumably) to the highest part of the altar with a tearful smirk. I felt her soul ease.

Then Yu-Xi turned to us, touching Jia's forehead, and mine, speaking softly.

"We offer you both, your body and willing soul to watch over my mother's grave. Meat carries life, and human meat has the highest value of them all." The poor woman, as young as me, smiled and bowed briefly.

"We thank you."

No translations were needed. We were human meat offerings as animals on plates, blessed and offered per wicked old traditions, Jia's beautiful, nude body is like a soft, pale turkey in particular. I suppose that makes me a pale boar offering.

"The sacrifices are offered now," Jun whispered. "This includes you, at least, symbolically. Watch."

The crowd went silent, as the priestesses murmured, turning around and facing the altar. Both raised a small bowl with lighter fluid and fatwood in it. Bit by bit, tiny morsels of food were set ablaze in the bowl, tiny bits of peach, cherry, rice cakes, and sweets, the aroma of caramelized sugar giving a sweet smell, the offering bowl waved before the picture and goddess statues. Each "higher" food article had samples burnt, and small wads of "joss money" added to the burning bowl.

"The offerings to higher beings are done, they will be sated with these..." Jun whispered, ever careful to translate. "Each type of food is accompanied by a wad of Hell Money to offer for the afterlife."

Then the priestesses retreated, leaving the full bowl to burn its fuel. A second bronze bowl was taken, and, to my fascination, tiny bits from the meat dishes were removed and burned at the bowl, the spicy aroma of smoked chicken and a few fish scales rose, thankfully overshadowed by the incense, and dispersed quickly. The priestesses rubbed a small wad of joss money to each offering and threw the money in the bowl as well, the fire burning with magical good fortune.

I shuddered when Yu-Xi leaned to me, smiled, looked into my eyes, and taking out a wad of hell money, touched my forehead, rubbed my cheeks, my back, chest, and to my shame, buttocks, and genitalia, legs, and feet...before burning it.

No one laughed, the crowd even made sounds and murmurs of approval, the cameras not even leaving sight of my body once. She then did the same with the smiling Jia, who bit her lips when the wad of Hell Money rubbed between her legs, no doubt touching her exposed, aroused pussy, and nipples, as well as her entire body before being burned.

"You are both offered now." Jun smiled with a smirk. I heard footsteps, three younger acolytes arriving at the altar with smiles. With collective effort, the girls lifted Jia's bound body and turned it around, showing the plate with the poor girl's ass exposed to the crowd (yet everyone stayed reverent) at the picture, no doubt declaring that the girl is to be offered as a sacrifice. Their grins looking into my puppy-like eyes were the unforgettable final sight I would remember until the end of my life...which was to be in an hour or so I think.

I felt being lifted, the sight of my naked genitalia, blessed and ribboned must have made a few women in the crowd smile. Yet I felt none: they were reverently looking at me: at least those I could see from the reflection on the altar and the picture's glass frame. Everyone was serious as I was lifted with grunts, and presented before the picture of my poor dead lady.

"We offer this boy for good fortune," The elderly priestess spoke in a serious voice.

I felt my world sway, and I was turned to face the crowd in my nude restraints like Jia, yet they were looking at the picture, only a few older women at us with warm gazes: insurance of their prosperity, no humiliation. Helpless, we saw others address the crowd with eulogies, talking about the deceased, and talking about themselves, Jun could only summarize whispering to my ear. For half an hour, the strangest types took the microphone, exulting the deceased, crying during the recounting of their memories, smiling when recounting happy memories, some male and female visitors visibly crying, ignoring us.

I lay helpless, aroused, and conflicted, resting my head on my chin towel, and looking at Jia. She smiled sweetly, about to be sacrificed, but at peace and happy. We looked at each other, calmly, with no words needed at our imminent fate. Two virgins, completing each other, and honored by the crowd. The eulogies were told, the priestesses dispersing sacred smoke as they talked. The words ended with another hum of collective prayers, the priestesses humming and chanting over our bodies.

This was really happening. The excitement was almost narcotic, we were trapped, helpless, offered up and counted, hell money burnt. At least my back was facing the altar, so I could squirm in my bonds, and enjoy the submissiveness of being publicly naked and bound as people went to business around me, Jia smiling at me with fulfillment. She also enjoyed the bonds and attention. I had to admit, I was fully aroused and erect, I hope "qi" surges when this happens.

We wouldn't have it any other way!

The crowd did all the eulogies, young and old, people laughed, shared stories, and cried, sharing the common wishes and ideals regarding their society (or so I thought, Jun didn't translate much) until a gong sounded and the people dispersed into the gardens.

"Small break, couple of minutes." Jun patted my ass gently with a grin. "Are you afraid?"

"Would I be crazy if I am excited?" I asked sheepishly, ass up, arms and legs bound, naked as people pass me by, leaving a small coin or even a tiny trinket on my plate, particularly younger women who enjoyed seeing a young white buy as a sacrifice. Some smiled at me wickedly, one or two giving brief touches to my forehead and hair before leaving for refreshments. Their attention made me happy, aroused, liked, treasured. Jia received the same attention from a few male visitors, and females.

"It is perfectly acceptable." Jun looked down with an earnest, happy expression: "Terrified bodies make bitter meat. You know two-thirds of your body will be served at the consolation lunch together with Jia's..." She smiled, carrying no wickedness in her smile. "I hope to get to enjoy your and her meat..." She clicked her tongue, thinking. "Barbequed...hmm..." Her beautiful face glowed with interest. It was crazy to think the woman who invited me would discuss what parts of me to eat...and an innocent virgin girl next to me, all of us smiling.

"Mongolian Barbeque?"

She frowned: "Culturally insensitive again are we?" She made a joking glare: "Maybe I should tell the cooks to castrate you first before beheading. Your genitalia will be made into a charm, but we usually fashion it after the victim is dispatched."

A giggle rose next to us. Jia was grinning, saying something in Chinese. Jun's eyes glowed with amusement, and smirked at me:

"She asks if you can let them do it before you die. She always wanted to see a white boy get castrated."

I swallowed, blushing. It was a crazy kinky and dark way to go.

"O..okay..." I stammered, Jia's eyes glowing with glee and happiness, giggling like a kid. Dear God my cock was raging hard, hoping not to do anything stupid. I then felt two hands on my shoulders, two smiling Chinese girls bringing me a glass of water to sip, followed by Mingzhi who hovered over us both, taking out pulses with skilled hands. My eyes widened, and Jia gasped:

Mingzhi had snuck two thermometers inside our relaxed anuses with deft precision with a smirk, using the noise and crowd to hide her moves. Her masked face contorted with a grin when she pushed mine a bit further, to violate my poor ass, gently moving it as if she was...

I held firm, closing my eyes when the thermometers beeped.

"Body temperatures are fine." She smiled under her mask, touching our necks with a small pad to measure our pulses. "Pulse too, not that it will matter soon." She murmured at us.

Naughty, teasing bitch. She winked at me, changed her gloves and put two tablets in my mouth, gently pushing it past my lips and then a glass of water.

"Swallow," She ordered, making me gulp it down with water. "Muscle relaxant, sedative, and a bit of slow-release painkiller I came up with. We can't have you thrashing and panicking when the cooks will start cutting you up, can we?" Her amused tone made me shiver, Jia grinned and opening her mouth like a baby bird to receive the same tablets. "How do you feel?" The female doctor's voice was now warm and friendly.

"We were discussing how to serve him and Jia's cut up parts tomorrow..." Jun grinned, tapping a message on her phone, slightly distracted. "And whether to castrate him before or after. Jia said before. It is settled, he doesn't get a say." It was not so, but I gulped, playing the helpless little man, and Jia grinning and playing along.

Mingzhi grinned under her mask, looking at me. "It should be once-a-lifetime experience. Enjoy."

"I will..." When I whimpered, Mingzhi's cheeks blushed. I knew she was a bit of a sadist. After a brief patdown, taking notes of body vitals, Mingzhi bowed and left for a quick sip of rice wine outside, and the crowd began filling the room, again, only a few stragglers waiting outside.

The last round of prayers was solemn. The crowd sat again, like churchgoers in the West, as the two Priestesses rubbed the metallic prayer brushes, sprinkling every article with blessed spring water. The vegetarian foods first, the cooked meat dishes second, and soon, the best meat, two naked humans rubbed and patted with the wet aspergillums. After that, Jun pushed my head down and hissed at Jia to do the same, looking down in abasement as the priestesses hummed and chanted for several minutes, non-stop. The long, torturous religious bondage session was concluded with large handfuls of joss money rubbed all over our bodies and poured into a large bronze bowl and set ablaze, a round of applause coming from the "worshippers" who would likely celebrate our torturous deaths, offered to protect the Triad witch-boss in her grave. I was panting with pleasure, pain, humiliation and arousal as people filtered around us and went behind the picture.

I heard flashes of photography, seemingly the visitors were now bowing three times before the coffin, and our dear departed, and withdrew outside, where a small group of beautiful young women started playing a mournful tune with small gongs, cymbals, a reed instrument, interspersed with a harp and flute.

It was a crazy, soulful cacophony, celebrating death and sacrifice as gentle people sipped rice wine, hugged each other, gossiped, and forgot about two virgins who were to be slaughtered and cooked to appease the living and the dead like pigs. Human pigs, bound and trussed as offerings. I tried to relax, wondering how it would happen, how the parade to the mausoleum would be... And it made me hard.

Jia was talking to her cell phone held by Jun at her cheek height, likely to say goodbye to her mother. So cheerful, though the voice at the other end seemed to be somber with a few sobs.

"Excuse me!" I blinked in surprise, roused from my final moments in my captivity to see a fragrant, voluminously dressed young girl staring down at me. It was a young, adorable Chinese girl dressed in a sweatshirt and baggy pants, with blue eyes(likely contacts), and blonde-dyed hair with a few dreadlocks poking from here and there. Her face was cheerful, frighteningly so, hands folded before her as she bent down to face me:

"I'm Fang Li." She spoke in perfect English. "My aunt is Big Sister's lieutenant, so I came here to witness her funeral. Mind if I ask you a few things? I'm studying anthropology in Zhejiang." She drew a deep breath, excited. "Look..." She whispered. "I know it's the end for you both, but can I like..." Her lips strained in discomfort, "...interview you? You are a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and I really would like to talk to you. How do you feel? What made you volunteer?" She took out a recorder.

I told my story, Fang thoughtfully nodding as she listened and took notes.

"Do you think your culture changed when they abandoned such beliefs?"
"Do you hope the society will get magical luck when you are sacrificed?"

Dear god, she was bubbly, stopping to chat with Jia who happily answered her in Chinese. I told her what I thought, how I came to be here, and how I volunteered, Jun explained politely that my little assets would be taken over by the society when I was dead. Fang noted everything and made an impromptu interview, Jun warning her to keep the recording very private and change the notes to make sure no one found out Jia and I were to be sacrificed soon, and write everything censored and doctored. Feng nodded and assured her everything would be hidden, quite happy about the arrangement.

"Glad to have made your acquaintance!" Feng nodded and smiled, I said nothing. Crazy girl. Jun tapped my back:

"Quiet now, final photoshoot, and final ceremonies before you both can relax for a bit."

Jia and I shuddered, seeing people fill the altar around us, some of them looking down lovingly, quite pleased. Within minutes, the crowd gathered around us, and soon, with a time-delayed camera, Jun pulled my hair gently to make me look at the lens with a gentle smile.

The flash signaled my last footage of me with a sheepish stare, naked and on an offering plate while dozens of prestigious businesspeople stood around us, some of the rich women smiling at me. One of them, a slightly grey-haired, somewhat elderly Chinese lady in a somber, long black dress, high heels, and a single pearl necklace on her neck talked politely to Jun, pointing at my body. Jun spoke with earnest approval, nodding and waving her hand around, after which the woman retreated and patted my buttocks. Jun leaned to whisper in my ear:

"She asked if I could find a curious young man like you, her mother nears the end of her days, and they would like to sacrifice someone like you at her funeral for good fortune. She offers a hundred thousand dollars."

"A boy?" I gulped, as Jun nodded.

"Grandma Xue would love for some beautiful boy's soul to watch over her grave and keep her company during her soul's tribulations."

Swallowing, I thought about this. These people were bloody, yet avoided excessive cruelty and didn't forcibly do it. My arousal intoxicated my mind, I whispered to Jun the name of one of my young friends, a young boy who was quite into very dark themes. I had literally dropped his name, guilt, dark pleasure, and the glee of sharing my fetish nearly making me cum.

"I'll look into that!" Jun beamed happily. "Don't worry. We will not kidnap him." She winked as people started to arrange rows for the photoshoot. "If he likes the idea, I can set him right for a wonderful experience. If not, no harm done, no foul." She assured me. "Quiet now, and smile"

A few photos were taken. A gong sounded, the crowd bowed, some women smiling at me and laying a few fake money bundles under my belly and groin.

"They thank you and wish you the best passage into the grave."

Jun's translation tickled my belly, Jia thanking the well-wishers politely even as she was about to be dead soon. Crazy end to my life here.

Everyone dispersed except for a small group of assistants who carried Mei-Li's coffin to be carried outside. Our last twenty-two minutes were nigh. Our "doctor came hurried, and handed me a final pill to swallow with a drink of water, Jia's last dosage followed. I strained my neck to look outside, a large funeral cart drawn by well-adorned horses in silk barding was being set up where the coffin was placed at the front with a lot of space for grave offerings; the well-wishers placed small bundles of hell money, gifts they brought, and small bundles of flowers in the cart, a few statues, one of a merciful goddess and a small demonic figurine. A small troupe of young women and a few men were playing music around the cart, joyful melodies echoing across the mansion. I saw the fire and heard the whistle of fireworks, and waitresses clapping.