by Joe Mudak
After a few moments of playing in the dirt, she sat back on her hands, staring at the dirt and the walls that surrounded her. She felt a slight vibration in the ground but remained motionless.
Rising up out of the dirt, inside of the circle of flowers, came a tall, slender young woman, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore in a long, flowing red robe that swayed in the light breeze from the hallway. This mysterious stranger smiled solemnly as she held out her hand.
At first, Lynda felt afraid, but the fear quickly dissolved to confusion, and, ultimately, to a sense of purpose. She reached out and took the hand of this girl who stood above her. As her hand gripped the outstretched hand offered to her, she felt a sense of warmth, of beauty, of light. She stood up and gazed into the face of this woman. The woman cracked a slight smile of welcome.
In an instant, Lynda’s mind went blank, replaced with the knowledge of who this woman was, and what this woman wanted, needed, and expected. She knelt down and bowed her head. "How may I serve you, my Goddess?"
The Goddess gestured to command her new servant to stand, which Lynda did wordlessly. Lynda stood upright, her hands hanging limply by her sides, as the Goddess quickly assessed the role Lynda would play in her quest. After a moment, the goddess snapped her fingers, and Lynda accepted her duty.
As Lynda removed her bra and panties, she intoned, "I shall be your voice, my Goddess. I shall enlighten the masses on your behalf."
The Goddess lowered her left hand and held it a few inches away from the exposed skin between her servant's legs. Lynda closed her eyes and let a low hum escape from her lips. The pleasure, the warmth, the beauty surrounded her and she was powerless to do anything but surrender to it. She opened her mouth and let out a gasp followed by a low, drawn-out squeal.
If this was the reward for simply dedicating herself to her Goddess, she knew that she must share the Goddess’s teachings for even greater rewards.
"It is time to begin the process of enlightenment, my Goddess. Do you wish to demonstrate your love now, or do I need to go before you?"
The Goddess placed her hands on her hips and stared at Lynda, who immediately knew the answer. Lynda calmly turned around and walked back towards the sanctuary where her friends were starting to grow concerned for her.
*****
After Irene and Alyssa recounted what Lynda had done, the two men decided they needed to search for their friend. Ron and Pete had nearly reached the door in the back of the sanctuary, when Lynda calmly walked back in.
The two men jumped back, first startled by the return of their friend, but then in greater shock at her complete lack of clothing.
“What’s going on, Lynda? Where’re your clothes and what’s that you’re carrying?” insisted Alyssa, pointing to the bowl of water from the sitting room where they had changed their clothes.
Pete tried to divert his eyes. Lynda had already chastised him once for staring at her tonight, and he didn't want to cause any further trouble.
Lynda walked past all four of her friends and stood near the altar at the front of the sanctuary. The Goddess had entrusted her with a mission, and soon it would be time to carry it out.
In the ensuing silence, Lynda stood motionless as the four others cautiously approached her, occasionally glancing back and forth at each other, unsure of what to do next. Lynda finally spoke, her tone devoid of emotion, especially for the word choice. "There is such beauty here."
Alyssa stepped forward and placed her hands defiantly on her hips. "Fuck, Lynda! What’re you talking about? Where’d you go? We were worried about you! Why're you naked? Aren't you cold?" A flash of lightning momentarily distracted her.
"The Goddess protects us all," was Lynda's cryptic response. Seeing the confusion on Alyssa's face, Lynda continued, "Unleash your inner goddess and you shall understand."
"My inner .... goddess?"
"All females should embrace their inner goddess. All males should revere the goddesses."
With a mixture of confusion and fear, Alyssa stepped back, almost losing her balance and bumping into her other friends.
Ron started to laugh, causing Pete and Irene to glare at him. Feeling his friends' reproachful glances, he hurriedly explained himself. "Sorry. I'm not really trying to offend anyone, it's just that, you know, I'm supposed to revere this goddess? Alyssa, Irene, do you know your inner goddess?"
Neither Irene nor Alyssa spoke. Alyssa wanted to say that she didn't, but she took a deep breath and decided she’d feel safer just by keeping quiet.
Ron stepped closer to Alyssa, facing Lynda. "I think Alyssa here doesn't know how to embrace her goddess. Maybe you could show her, and then I'll see whether her goddess deserves my reverence."
A look of panic spread across Alyssa's face as Lynda responded. "Fair enough. All goddesses deserve reverence, but you shall soon learn this fact for yourself."
A loud crack of thunder from outside filled the air and the candles flickered madly.
Alyssa turned to run, but lost her footing and fell to the ground. Lynda casually approached her, setting the bowl of water on the floor next to where Alyssa lay, and helped her to her feet.
Seeing the look on Alyssa’s face, Lynda spoke calmly, quietly, reassuringly. "Be not afraid. Your inner goddess will be your guide, and she will not lead you astray."
Lynda knelt down and covered both of her hands in the water from the bowl. She raised her left hand and placed it on top of Alyssa's head, much like the way a faith healer would attempt to channel mystical powers to cure the lame. Alyssa opened her mouth to express her shock and discomfort at this, but no sounds came out. Instead, her eyes simply focussed on the pressure and moisture from Lynda's hand. She didn't notice Lynda's right hand reaching forward to a spot between her thighs.
Even through her clothes, Alyssa felt a jolt of energy in her sex, radiating throughout her entire body. Her inner goddess had been awakened, and needed to be embraced. Lynda was right: there was nothing to fear. The men shall bow before her inner goddess. She knew and understood her mission, and, using both hands, moved Lynda's hand away.
She then calmly, casually, removed all of her clothes and turned to face Ron. Here was a man who had said he only wanted to be friends with her, in spite of her clear and stated interest. She smiled as she recognized that he was staring at her body. "Do you like what you see?"
Ron's breaths began to quicken. He wanted to say something, but all he could find the energy to do, was to stare, slack-jawed, at her form, and the beauty he had simply never seen before.
Alyssa heard Lynda's voice behind her. "Show him your goddess."
Alyssa stepped closer to Ron, put her hands on his shoulders, and pushed down. In an instant, Ron fell to his knees before her. She ran her fingers through his hair as she pushed his face towards her warm and eager slit.
Ron opened his mouth and began to nibble and lick all around Alyssa's sex. He felt a haze overtake his thoughts; he remembered the first time he had ever seen a naked woman and how much he felt in awe of her body, thankful that someone would be kind enough to share her body with him. Back then, there was a cautious enthusiasm to his movements. Tonight, he relived the enthusiasm, leaving the caution in the recesses of memory.
Alyssa tipped her head back and closed her eyes. Lynda noticed the wide grin and spoke, "That's it. Give in to your goddess. Males exist for our pleasure, no more, no less."
A powerful and drawn out rumble of thunder shook the walls. At exactly the same moment, Alyssa let out a low moan as Ron, in his act of worship, brought her to orgasm.
Alyssa's knees grew weak as she fell backwards into Lynda's arms. Lynda casually lowered her to the floor and put her hand on Ron's shoulder. "That's enough, supplicant."
Ron placed his hands on his knees as he remained in a kneeling position before Alyssa's quivering body, his eyes vacant and blank.
Once Ron fell under Lynda’s spell, Irene backed away, thinking that she might be better off in the driving rain than
in here. Pete, on the other hand, found himself strangely drawn into the sight of his friend going down on Alyssa.
Lynda knelt beside Alyssa and addressed her directly. "Tell me about this male. Did he satisfy your inner goddess?"
"Yesssss."
"Shall I search his mind for his desires?"
"Yes."
"If it can be satisfied, shall I allow his desires to become reality?"
"He has earned it, yes."
"Very well." Lynda casually strode over to Ron's motionless body. "Tell me, male. Whom do you desire?"
Ron's mouth barely moved as he spoke the name, "Irene."
"Did you say, 'Irene'?"
"Yessss." He lifted his hand and Irene, who had nearly reahed the entrance of the cathedral.
She turned around and screamed. "What did you just say?"
Lynda called back to Irene. "I think you heard him. He wishes to awaken your inner goddess. And awaken her he shall."
"Not if I can help it!" Irene rushed for the door and tried to turn the knob to what she perceived as the relative safety of the storm outside.
Lynda's laughter echoed off of the high walls. "The door won't open. I won't let it. All you need to know is that you have nothing to fear, Irene. This male, here, shall relieve you of your fears."
Lynda snapped her fingers and Ron stood up. He simultaneously peeled off his clothes and strode casually towards Irene. Irene started to panic and started tugging on the doorknob, turning it, and banging on the door itself. She screamed for help, hoping someone could hear her pleas. The rain pounded harder against the walls, making her screams feel all the more futile.
Soon, Ron -- if he even knew who he was anymore -- stood directly behind her, waiting for a sign he would be permitted to move forward. Irene sensed that he was near, and collapsed, crying hysterically. "This isn't happening! This can't be happening! I'm not here! I'm in my happy place. I'm in Cancun, where I first wanted to go for spring break. I'm anywhere but here."
Ron paused. Lynda quickly took her place a few feet behind him. As he turned to face her, Lynda nodded her head.
Ron knelt down and took Irene's chin in his hand, lifting her head up. With his free hand, he wiped away her tears. She let out a final sniffle as she gazed into his eyes. He didn't speak.
Lynda stepped forward and whispered, "He wants to revere you. Search yourself. Let go of your fear. Release your pain. Embrace your pleasure. Become your inner goddess."
Irene lifted her hands and placed them on Ron's shoulders. Lynda snapped her fingers. Ron placed one hand under Irene's legs, and the other behind her back. He inhaled deeply and lifted Irene off the floor. Lynda returned to the altar. Ron turned and followed Lynda, carrying Irene with him.
As the three students returned to the altar, Ron set Irene down next to Alyssa. He rolled Irene's sweatpants down to her ankles and leaned forward. Irene wanted to stop him, but by now, she had no further strength to fight. She squinted her eyes, bit her lip, and hoped it would be over soon, bracing for a violation of her body that she neither wanted, nor welcomed.
The violation never came. Instead, she felt a few drops of water, followed by gentle hands and a mouth and tongue that seemed to know every pleasure point below her waist. He nibbled gently on her exposed flesh, causing her head to jerk forward with a gasp, her eyes wide and wild. She sensed her goddess moving to the forefront in her body and her mind. Suddenly, the fear and insecurity she felt not ten minutes earlier, had long since dissolved amidst the pleasure. This male, then, was nothing more than a vessel, a servant, a conduit for her pleasure.
Breathing heavily, she let go of all inhibition, vocalizing her passion without any real words. She reached the pinnacle of pleasure and, short of breath, moaned, "My goddess........" before she fell asleep next to Alyssa.
Lynda smiled. "Very good. Males, I need both of you to take a seat in the front row, in anticipation of our leader's arrival." Ron quickly followed this command. Pete, paralyzed with fear, shook his head in uncertainty. It was as though he had been awakened from a deep sleep, and he didn't quite understand where he was or why his friends were in the positions they were.
Lynda scowled at Pete. "Are you prepared to meet our leader, our Goddess?"
After a moment, Pete glanced down at Lynda's feet and slowly traced his eyes back up to the top of her head, appreciating and admiring every curve along the way. "I am prepared."
"Very well. Please disrobe and remove the remaining clothes of this female. Once finished, take your seat, and I shall summon our leader."
Without hesitating, Pete did as commanded.
Lynda turned around and faced the back of the sanctuary. She raised her hands above her head and called out, "We are ready for you, my Goddess!"
The ground started to rumble and the Goddess, still clad in her long flowing red robe, rose from the floor and stood, facing Lynda.
The Goddess did not speak, but rather walked calmly over to the two women who slept on the floor by the altar. She knelt down next to the two women, placing one hand on the shoulders of each. Suddenly, both awoke. Seeing who was standing over them, both let out a gasp. They sat up on their knees. Simultaneously, both women spoke in a monotone. "We are your humble servants."
The Goddess snapped her fingers, and both women lifted their arms above their heads, and bowed, palms down, to the floor.
The Goddess pointed at Ron and Pete and raised her hand, indicating that both men should stand up. The men knew that they only had but one goal. They calmly moved behind the two women, kneeling behind them both. With a clap of the Goddess's hands, both men thrust forward and penetrated into the engorged and moistened folds of skin.
Alyssa and Irene knew not to move but they were incapable of suppressing the feelings of intense pleasure that coursed through their bodies. The Goddess who rose above them inhaled deeply to share in the pleasure that filled the room.
Ron and Pete kept thrusting rhythmically. Alyssa and Irene found that their breaths were matching the men's movements in exact synchronicity. The Goddess held her hands straight out by her sides. The sensual energy coming from her four servants on the floor drew into her hands. With a circular motion of her arms, her gown fell to the floor to reveal a perfectly toned, hairless body.
The Goddess lifted her hands above her head, such that her position resembled the engraving of the female figure on the door that Irene, Alyssa, and Lynda had found. As her faithful servants moaned louder and louder, she started to levitate off of the ground, her body feeding off of the lust, energy, and power coming from before her.
Lynda gazed longingly up into the eyes of her Goddess. Transfixed upon the female form that floated before her, she allowed her hands to roam between her own legs. Without saying a word, she thanked her goddess for allowing her a small taste of the passion that was slowly filling the room.
The candles lining the walls of the sanctuary brightened, as if controlled by the Goddess herself. Even the shadows that danced across the walls and floors seemed to move with the same rhythm as the orgy that was being held in praise of the Goddess.
Lynda let out a low moan, both as an expression of her own pleasure, and of the pleasure of the otherwise silent Goddess.
Irene quickly followed suit. Alyssa's higher-pitched squeals melded seamlessly into the sounds echoing throughout the chamber as all three of the human females allowed themselves to give in to the passion and the beauty of their Goddess and all she represented.