by Stan Mason
‘Then they’ll all be denied.’
‘So you’re going to be a mystery man.’ Moses sipped his coffee and thought for a moment. ‘Any chance of you growing a beard? Just for the TV programme.’
‘I don’t think so... not unless it’s written in the contract.’
The tracer smiled easily and shook his head. ‘No... it’s not in the contract,’ he said with an element of disappointment in his voice. ‘So we have a man, possibly with an assumed name, who comes from nowhere, who denies any personal details, who believes is a messenger of the Gods, and who has healing powers similar to those of Jesus Christ.’
‘Except that I don’t like the comparison with Jesus Christ.’
‘My... you’re a prickly fellow, aren’t you?’ Moses resorted to sipping his coffee again.
Warrior did likewise, staring at the tape-recorder, wondering whether the programme would be beneficial to his cause or not. He decided that it would allow him to pass on his message to millions of people and if push came to shove and they insisted on learning his personal details, he would give them their pound of flesh. It would be his sacrifice to the Gods! Whatever happened, he needed to concentrate his thoughts to believe that what he was doing was essentially right. Otherwise, he was fooling himself and wasting his time!’
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The next meeting of ‘One Heaven, Many Gods’ was scheduled to take place in the Committee Room of the Town Hall. It was sufficient to house over one hundred people at any one time To Warrior’s surprise, the booking went ahead without any kind of protest despite the auspicious venue. There were no cries of anguish from the church-going community... no appeals by the public... no letters of abuse or malicious editorials in The Bulletin, and no red-tape to inhibit him in any shape or form. In fact, he became rather concerned at the lack of impact or interest in such an emotive issue. He was unaware that his enemies had taken the stance of passive resistance.
In effect, the meeting was a dismal failure. Although posters were in evidence all over the town, and leaflets had been placed through letter-boxes, very few people found the topic interesting enough to attend. Indeed, at the height of his oration, there were only thirty people in the room that evening. As soon as the news came to the attention of the Christian Action Group, they applauded themselves for their astuteness even though some of them had opposed the decision not to become involved. It was more than they could have hoped
Warrior felt very depressed when he saw how few people attended his meeting but he simply shrugged his shoulders and ploughed on. There were two hecklers in the crowd who were quickly silenced by the others who had come to hear his message. After it was over, they all left with the exception of one strikingly beautiful woman. She had an extremely slender figure and a shock of dark black hair which streamed down her back almost to her waist. Her skin was very pale indeed while her cheeks were drawn as though the molars had been removed. She used bright red lipstick on her trout lips but perhaps her most rewarding feature was her dark almond-shaped eyes which gave her the appearance of being distinctly Eurasian. She wore a close-fitting sari of cream with blue designs and completed her outfit was a diamond-studded tiara which perched neatly on her head.
She had listened intently to Warrior’s delivery and the ensuing discussion with a great deal of interest. She sauntered towards him, swaying her hips seductively and introduced herself.
‘I’m Xantha Vesta,’ she announced in a smooth persuasive voice.
The preacher nodded, scanning her face closely. ‘I’m just wondering whether those diamonds are real or paste,’ he ventured, with a small element of amusement.
She laughed easily. ‘I wonder.’ she said coolly.
‘Thank you for attending the meeting,’ he went on. ‘I hope you understood and agreed with my message.’
‘Oh yes,’ she told him frankly. ‘I’m very much in favour.’
‘You are?’ he uttered, delightedly.
‘It’s in my interest to agree with you,’ she continued.
‘Why?’ he asked innocuously, not wishing to take his eyes from her beautiful face.
‘Because I’m a Goddess come down to Earth to assist you in convincing the people. ‘I am Xantha Vesta... the Goddess of Love!’
There was a long silence as Warrior stared deeply into her eyes. She looked like a Goddess... she had the appearance of one... but was it possible for a Goddess to come to Earth in a human form? He glanced towards Rebecca and his two henchmen who were taking down banners and folding them.
‘The Goddess of Love,’ he managed to say in awe.
‘Do you wish me to prove it? Her face seemed to glow with warmth and beauty. ‘But first tell me how you want me to help you.‘
He stared at her bleakly. ‘As a Goddess, I thought you’d tell me. Do the Gods have some kind of blueprint for me to follow? Some kind of a master plan?’
Her eyes wandered up and down his face. ‘You’ve been left to your own devices but it’s certain you’ll need my help. Just know that I’m ready to give it.’
‘And how do I find you if I do need it?’ he enquired, believing the woman to be a crank... a crazy woman... someone deranged with unreasonable ideals, such as being the Goddess of Love.
’Just think my name and call me to your mind. I’ll be there,’ she told him mystically.
He smiled as he regained his composure. She was a very beautiful woman who was completely insane,. Totally out of her mind! ‘I’ll remember that,’ she told her smoothly, trying to act as casually as he could. He smiled at her and then turned away to Rebecca who was folding one of the large banners. As he reached her, he glanced back to look at the visitor but, to his astonishment, she had vanished within a few seconds. It wasn’t possible for her to have escaped fro the room in that short space of time but Xantha Vesta, whoever she was, had accomplished that feat. Suddenly his world turned upside down. Was it possible that she was actually the Goddess of Love? He turned back to Rebecca with a sense of urgency. ‘Did you see that woman?’ he asked.
‘What woman?’ came the reply.
‘The one I was talking to!’
‘I didn’t see anyone,’ she muttered. ‘Why what did she say?’
The messenger reeled slightly with a puzzled expression on his face. Was the woman a Goddess that only he could see or was she a figment of his imagination. No... he had actually spoken to her... or so he believed! Well the proof of the pudding was in the eating. If he wanted her help at any time, all he had to do was to think of her name and call her in his mind. If that did the trick and she appeared, he would know for certain!
Chapter Five
Warrior wasn’t particularly tired that evening. Nonetheless he decided to retired to bed early with a clear intention in his mind. He began to feel a sense of desire wanting to satisfy his personal needs. Although the meeting had been a dismal failure by any measure of standards, he felt charged with sexual desire having met the Goddess of Love. But was she real or was she simply joking with him? He had seen visions in his dreams but had yet to come face to face with a God or Goddess in a human form. She was so beautiful that she had stoked up fires of desire within him but he knew that it was not possible to make love to a vision. Yet he had been stimulated so much by her presence that his sexual desire needed to be quenched. As a result, the role had been left to his partner Rebecca, who was there to satisfy his sexual hunger that night.
He lay beside her as they rested between the sheets, both naked as neither of them wore night apparel in the warm summer evening. It had been six nights since they had made love together and she, in particular, was feeling the tension. There had been many times in her life, as a teenager, where she had regarded herself as a raging nymphomaniac, desiring any man for fulfil her sexual desires, As time past, her lust increased during a lasting relationship with an older man but had then subsided after he to
ld her that she was too immature for him and he left her for an older woman. At that instant, the nymphomania came to an abrupt end. Subsequently, she vowed that she would never make love with a man ever again but time heals all wounds... or practically most of them. She eventually met Stephen Warrior and became sexually aroused once more... but this time in moderation.
They lay there discussing the events of the evening for a short while and then he turned towards her, placing an arm around her neck and pulling her gently towards him. Sensually, his other hand reached part of the way down her back, which he knew would generate erotic feelings, and he ran his hand up and down it gently for a while. Her resistance was particularly low at this time and she moaned as she felt the element of satisfaction surge through her body, He was exceptional masterful when it came to foreplay. She could well understand why his wife had been so angry when he left her. If the woman had her head screwed on properly, she would have held on to him more strongly. It was her loss and Rebecca’s gain. She moaned in ecstasy again as he moved his hand to another erotic part of her body which he caressed gently. She hoped against hope that the feeling she was experiencing would last for ever. His manipulation made her feel as though she was drifting on a cloud and nothing else in the world mattered. She would float on air in delirium until it came to a point that was the bridge to the next stage,. This amounted to a simple kiss. He would continue with the foreplay for some considerable time but as soon as they kissed the activity would become far more serious. On this occasion, however, it had all changed. The only thing in his mind was the vision of Xantha Vesta’s face and her wonderful figure. It fired his heart, consumed his mind, and diverted his thoughts away from his love. The Goddess of Love had become his ultimate in sexual activity, the acme of his lustful desire, the pinnacle of successful love. As desire welled-up inside him, he removed his arm from Rebecca’s neck and moved his legs to stride across her. His hands ran over her breasts reaching out to touch the nipple gently. The were hard, rigid, sticking up like stiff knobs. She quivered slightly as he fondled them slowly. She was by now becoming very stimulated sexually, moaning in ecstasy again as she drifted smoothly into Paradise waiting for him to kiss her again. He moved his body on top of her easily and their lips met. They were warm and exciting but, every more importantly, it meant that their sexual union would soon bring the joy and satisfaction she so wanted. It had been a long time since the feelings of nymphomania were awakened within her but she felt them begin to return again.
Warrior paused as he stared at the face of the woman beneath him. She was no longer Rebecca but Xantha Vesta in all her beauty. Her image was sufficient to excite him sexually to the full. By this time, their bodies were damp with perspiration and Rebecca felts herself wet between her legs and ready to receiver him as he became as hard as rock. Swiftly, he pressed himself inside her causing her to open her eyes widely as she experienced brief pain. He had never been as large as this before... never so firm and forceful. Not only that, but he thrust himself forwards and backwards time and time again with a vigour she had never seen before... violently and viciously. In fact, he was acting so fiercely that instead of giving her pleasure he was hurting her, causing her pain. After a short while, she could stand it no longer and she tried to push him away but he was like a man possessed. He continued to thrust himself inside her rigorously like an automaton increasing the pain at each stroke until she released a loud scream.
‘Stop it, Stephen!’ she cried out. ‘You’re hurting me! You’re hurting me!’
He continued to rise and fall incessantly ostensibly without hearing her pleas to stop. ‘You’re the Goddess of Love!’ he uttered, as she wriggled beneath him to escape.
She managed to release one arm and slapped him hard around the face. ‘Stop it!’ she demanded angrily. ‘Stop it!’
Only then did he come to grips with reason, allowing her to push him off her body. She launched herself upwards and punched him firmly on the nose which had the desired effect,.
He stared at her with a puzzled expression. ‘Why did you do that?’ he asked as though his sexual approach had been normal.
‘What’s the matter with you?’ she reproached irately, moving her legs away from him, frustrated by the lack of sexual fulfilment. ‘You came on too strongly!’
He was unaware that he had treated her roughly, ruing the fact that she had changed back from Xantha Vesta to ordinary Rebecca It had all seemed so real to him at the time. ‘I’m sorry,’ he apologised. ‘I don’t know what got into me.’
‘You’ve always been so gentle and suddenly you come on to me like a monster.’
‘I didn’t mean to.’ he went on. He felt aggrieved at being unsatisfied. He was still as hard as a rock and eager to arrive at a sexual orgasm. ‘I need you. Please hold me!’
She inhaled deeply for a few moments and then reluctantly conceded. She placed her hand over his rigid member and rubbed it smoothly, moving her hand up and down it faster and faster. She was surprised at first touch because he was so much larger than usual. He moved his body up and down under her grasp for such a long time that he hand became quite tired. What had got into the man to make him so sexually aroused? Then, just when she felt she could not longer continue under the strain, he paused in mid-air, gave a long groan, and shuddered convulsively a number of times. She wiped the semen from the back of her hand on the sheet and lay back on the bed. Love-making of such a rigorous kind would be relegated to the bottom of her list. She required someone to manipulate her tenderly, gently and with care. Not someone who would cause her pain and anguish!
He turned towards her reaching out to touch her between her legs. ‘Let me do the same for you,’ he suggested earnestly.
She froze at his touch and pushed him away. ‘No you don’t!’ she uttered brusquely moving her body away.
He turned over on to his back and lay there staring at the reflection of the light on the ceiling. He didn’t blame himself for the failure to satisfy her. It was all the fault of Xantha Vesta! She had overtaken his mind and his body. He recalled her words about calling her when he needed help. He glanced at Rebecca who lay on her side away from him but he knew that she was wide awake. He had to be patient until she fell asleep before calling for the Goddess of Love.
As time passed by and it became dark, and Rebecca began to snore, he recognised that it was a good time to act. He took a deep breath and thought of the name of Xantha Vesta calling her in his mind. In an instant, he could make out her figure standing at the foot of the bed. It was her with the tiara resting neatly on her head. Surely he had to be dreaming!
‘It’s all right,’ explained the Goddess of Love reading his thoughts. ‘She’s more than fast asleep. I’ve put her under a spell.’
He clambered out of bed quickly and moved towards her. ‘I called for your help,’ he told her quietly, examining her beautiful face and figure with his eyes to check that she was actually there.
She smiled at him sweetly. ‘That’s why I came.’
‘I can’t get you out of my mind,’ he said, taking her by the hands to prove that she was not a vacant spirit. ‘I was making love to Rebecca but all I could see was you.’
‘I am the Goddess of Love,’ she responded easily, running her hands down the sides of his body sensually.
He felt as though he was becoming aroused again as desire raced through his veins like a torrent. ‘Do Goddesses ever make love with human-beings,’ he asked innocently.
‘They can do, whenever it’s justified.’
‘What does that mean?’
‘Justified according to their own needs when they adopt human form... for their own satisfaction.’ She placed her arms around his neck and kissed him firmly on the lips. ‘Does that answer your question?’
‘I’ve been desiring you... wanting you... since the moment I saw you.’
She laughed loudly as he began to remove
her sari. He stared at her with wide opened eyes The reflected light through a gap in the curtains from the street lamp below came through as he garment slipped from her shoulders to reveal her beautiful naked body.
‘Forget all the questions that are troubling you such as how did I get into this room and how did I obtain a human form.’ She caressed his cheek gently and placed her hand on the inside of his thigh to stimulate him further,
He lifted her up with all his strength and pulled her towards him. She gripped his body with both legs and he pressed himself forward urgently. This time he considered himself to be in the real of the celestial kingdom, seducing the beautiful most lovely Goddess of Love. He was primed and ready for another sexual performance and he lunged forward regularly, driving himself inside the body of the woman, During the assault, she kissed him continuously on the lips and fondled him tenderly., running her hands sensuously over his neck and shoulders at each stroke. Warrior knew that the best way for both of them was for him to become extremely selfish. Therefore, although is mind was consumed with the Goddess, and his desire was at its peak, he thought of nothing more than satisfying himself with her sexually,. In due course, the orgasm arrived and she made certain that he knew she had come to a climax at the same time. After all, she was the Goddess of Love Ashe shuddered convulsively to a halt, he became physically deflated, releasing her and staring at her in all her unashamed nakedness.
‘You really enjoyed that, didn’t you?’ she commented with a smile on her face.
‘Superb!’ he gasped, panting from the effort. ‘We must do it again... and again!’
Her laughter rippled across the room. ‘I didn’t come here specifically to make love to you,’ she responded. ‘You called me here for help.’
He sat down on the edge of the bed. ‘I’ m foxed as what to do next.’