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Incarnation of Etta - 2: Submission and Conquest
by M. Cowperthwaite (milescopperplate@aol.com)
***
Cherie awoke from the ordeal of the Ascension feeling
battered, bruised and thoroughly violated. In the
course of single horrific afternoon Cherie had gone
from being a hard-charging young working mom to a
helpless victim of more rapes than she could count and
the sexual plaything of her own 11 year old daughter.
And it was all done to her in the name of some dead
woman's fucked up religion. (MMF, MFg, ped, nc, rp,
inc, oral, anal, bd, mc)
***
Part 1 of this story: "A Young Mother's Sacrifice," may
be found in Directory 51.
***
Part 2: Submission and Conquest
I. The Newest Cup Maiden
Cherie awoke from the ordeal of the Ascension feeling
battered, bruised and thoroughly violated. In the
course of single horrific afternoon Cherie had gone
from being a hard-charging young working mom to a
helpless victim of more rapes than she could count and
the sexual plaything of her own 11 year old daughter.
And it was all done to her in the name of some dead
woman's fucked up religion.
It was just too much and Cherie was in no shape to even
begin to wrap her mind around the many outrages she had
had to endure. Maybe that would come later. All she
wanted at the moment was a nice, long shower, complete
with soap and privacy, and she wanted a hot meal. She
got both. For the next few days High Cup Maiden Tam saw
to it that Cherie was made as comfortable as possible
during the brief period set aside for her
convalescence. At least one of the tribades, women of
the church who were not Cup Maidens, was always near at
hand to fulfill Cherie's every request.
Every reasonable request, that is. The bedchamber given
to Cherie was large and expensively appointed with a
king-sized bed that seemed far too grand for her petite
5'4" frame and she defensively took up the space around
her with the several overstuffed satin pillows that lay
about. A sliding glass door opened to an inner
courtyard at the center of which was a large oval
swimming pool but the grounds and rooftops were
patrolled by security drones armed with dogs and two-
way radios.
There was a plasma TV and personal computer in her room
but no internet or telephone. Her bureau and bathroom
were stocked thoughtfully with pricey cosmetics and
toiletries but there was not a stitch of clothing to be
had anywhere. She was not even to be allowed so much as
a bathrobe or a pair of slippers. Cherie was to remain
on the estate and she was to be naked at all times.
As the newest Cup Maiden, Cherie's status in the Church
of Etta was that of pornae. The lot of the pornae was
simple enough for Cherie to grasp. She was always to be
available to attend to the physical needs of Etta's
Children. On any given day there were usually to be
found at least ten or twelve of the Children, drones
and tribades alike, in and around the mansion. Tam
explained that these members volunteered their services
as guards, housekeepers and such, and that liberal use
of the pornae was their just reward for their
sacrifices for Etta. Therefore, Cherie was to give of
her body to one and all with gratitude and love. The
only restriction in Cherie's favor was that, because
her womb-- her "cup"-- was to be regarded as a
ceremonial sacred vessel, its use belonged solely
within the discretion of the Incarnation and the other
Cup Maidens. No man could partake of Cherie's vagina
save that the proper religious formalities were
observed.
The rules governing Cherie's conduct as pornae were to
be strictly adhered to. To drive home the point, Tam
offered Cherie a cautionary tale regarding the fate of
the last pornae. It seems there was a pubescent flower
of a 15 year old girl who was highly favored by all the
Children who had her but whose career as Cup Maiden was
tragically cut short through the girl's own willful
nature. She apparently took issue with the pornae dress
code for one day she was seen wrapped in a towel as she
stepped out of her bathroom shower.
This was a serious infraction and as punishment she was
placed on a two week liquid diet, which is to say that
for the next two weeks the only sustenance the poor
nameless girl was permitted to have was whatever semen
she could tease out of the men's cocks with her mouth.
Tam chuckled as she recounted how, after a few days,
the child would drop to her knees before every drone
she saw and beg to suck his dick.
But alas this rather esoteric diet failed to satisfy
the wayward maiden's hunger, for a tribade caught her
foraging in one of the kitchens. Here was an infraction
on top of an infraction and there was nothing to be
done but to put her down. A special ceremony was held
to defrock the luckless pornae. (Cherie wondered how
they could defrock someone who is not allowed to wear
clothes in the first place but kept quiet as Tam warmed
to her tale.)
The girl was suspended supine by four ropes affixed to
hooks in the rafters of the Ascension Chamber and given
over to the cruelest and most well-endowed of the
drones. Tam reeled off names, some of whom Cherie
remembered only too well. Of course there was Eddie.
There was Brian the ass ripper and freakishly long
Jeff. And how could Cherie forget L.T.? Two at a time
the drones plied the girl's throat and pussy with their
swollen pricks. But everyone told her all she had to do
was endure and be a good sport. The ends of divine
justice would be met and all would be forgiven.
The way Tam told it, the girl never suspected her
ultimate fate until she had been released from her
bonds and bade to sit on all fours on the carpet as Io
entered the sanctuary with the largest mastiff from the
kennel. This, the pornae had to have known, was most
irregular. Animals were never permitted in this holiest
of places. The girl convulsed with disgust and horror
as the beast grasped her tiny waist with his paws,
mounted her and pistoned his thick male organ in and
out of her shuddering cunt. As the knot of the big
dog's cock pushed inexorably into the girl's body, Tam
whispered into her ear that it was sacrilege for a Cup
Maiden's womb to be defiled by the seed of an animal
and thus her cup was no longer acceptable to Etta.
The awful weight of Tam's words sunk into the girl's
consciousness just as the mastiff began filling her cup
with thick ribbons of his unclean seed, but there was
little she could do but bewail her cruel fortunes.
Because of his knot, the defrocked maiden was of one
body with the big animal who continued to throb and
pulse inside of her. This was how her final moments
were to be spent. When beast and maiden were finally
separated, L.T. picked the girl up and carried her out
to the pool.
With only the bare minimum of lubrication, he thrust
the full length of his thick, foot long member up into
her bowels while she screamed in agony. She screamed
until L.T. placed one massive hand on the back of the
15 year old's neck and forced her head into the water
and held her there. He felt her shudder and convulse
around his dick until the waters stilled and the erring
maiden struggled no more.
Cherie was horrified. It was not that she believed
Tam's little story. She did not believe a word of it.
What so filled her with dread was how she could find
herself at the tender mercies of someone who could
dream up such a ghastly tale and tell it with an
enthusiasm that was frankly sexual. Whether Tam was
drawing from a well of memory or imagination Cherie
could not tell and did not care much. She could not
help but see how aroused Tam had become by her own
words and their unmistakable effect upon her captive
listener. Tam quickly disrobed and began to toss aside
the excess pillows Cherie had piled around herself.
"Do you have any questions about your duties here,
pornae?" asked Tam in that thick I'm-going-to-fuck-you-
til-you-yelp voice of hers.
"None," Cherie heard herself reply much to her
disbelief. She had wanted to ask about her daughter.
She had wanted to ask about a lot of things from the
life she knew before she was drugged and brought to
this place. But none of those things seemed to matter
anymore. Her world was this house and this bed and the
tall, cruel, redheaded goddess who loomed unclothed
above her. "I am here for you, ma'am," Cherie meekly
assured her. "I am here for all the Children. I am
pornae."
Tam gazed down at Cherie in triumph and lust as she
pulled back the covers and eased her body onto Cherie's
until her bare stomach pressed on top of Cherie's own
belly and breasts. For her part, Cherie opened up and
received Tam into her arms and thighs and clasped her
into the warmth of her body. Peering down into Cherie's
wide and terrified blue eyes, Tam whispered, "That's
good, Cherie. That's very good. We may yet keep you out
of the pool."
Tam raised up slightly on one elbow and lowered a full,
firm breast onto Cherie's lips. Cherie opened her mouth
and drew in the wide nipple suckling it wetly,
caressing it with her tongue. Tam balled up fistfuls of
Cherie's thick, blond hair and exhaled a ragged sigh.
Her nipples were especially sensitive tonight.
"We Cup Maidens envy you, little sister. Did you know
that?" Tam murmured between gasps. "There's way more
pleasure in submission than in con...quest. Trust me."
At that moment Cherie was far too frightened and
confused to comprehend very much of Tam's breathless
pillow talk about pleasure. But she was starting to
understand submission. And she had definitely made up
her mind that, yes, she wanted to live. Cherie's mind
and body still recalled vividly the horror and despair
of almost being fucked to death under the damned
enigmatic gaze of Etta's portrait in the sanctuary.
That is what death in this place meant and Cherie did
not want to die: not here, not now. Cherie was
determined to survive and, if survival meant
submission, then Cherie would submit wholeheartedly to
all comers until the hour when the cops finally showed
up and put an end to Etta's never-ending rape party.
But of course there was no such salvation in the here
and now. There was nothing for her to do but pull on
Tam's breast like the frightened newborn she had become
until Tam thought of some other use for her.
II. Cherie Finds Her Purpose
Given the way Cherie's luck had gone lately, it would
not have surprised her much to learn that her absence
was hardly noticed in the wider world. Tam and Eddie
had taken care of everything. In truth, making Cherie
disappear had been a fairly simple matter. She had no
friends or relatives, at least none with whom she had
bothered to remain in contact.
The lawyers for whom she worked missed her when she
failed to show up Monday morning but Tam thoughtfully
took care of that by sending from Cherie's personal
computer a polite and regretful email to the managing
partner explaining that she had had to move out of
state on account of some sudden but vague family
emergency, and thus would no longer be able to work for
the firm. As for Cherie's meager possessions, they were
efficiently packed away to a storage unit. Her little
rental house was cleaned out and the key was left in
the mail box for the landlord to find.
As for Cindy, she was not missed because, as far as the
world knew, she had not gone anywhere. When the school
bus roared down her street Monday morning, Cindy was
there waiting for it. The only thing that had changed,
and it was a small thing really, was that the child now
stood on the curb outside the home of her beloved Uncle
Eddie and Aunt Tam.
Meanwhile back at the mansion, Cherie was recuperating
nicely in body and spirit. Except for that one late
night visit from Tam, she was left alone and unmolested
in her big bed. One of the tribades, a slender,
attractive woman of about 38 with mousy short hair who
called herself Ellen Anne, had been especially
solicitous. She was Cherie's personal nurse and
chambermaid. By Ellen Anne's ministrations, the nagging
ache in Cherie's nipples from where the steel clamps
had sunk their teeth into them had largely subsided.
Almost gone too were the nasty stripes on Cherie's
back, shoulders and buttocks from where the demonic
little Io had put her to the lash.
Ellen Anne explained that the body of a Cup Maiden was
considered precious and was not to be scarred in that
manner. For this reason, only whips of the softest
leather were used in the scourging ritual. The sores on
Cherie's wrists from where she was hung from manacles
or on the flesh around her knees where the ropes bit
were another matter. These would almost certainly leave
their marks. But not to worry, such little scars as
these were revered as marks of status. All of the Cup
Maidens had them.
Early on the morning of the fourth day of Cherie's
recovery Ellen Anne padded into her room and placed a
breakfast tray on the night stand next to Cherie's bed.
She then moved quickly to the other side of the
bedchamber and pulled open the blinds allowing the
morning sun to flood the room. Cherie sat up in bed and
shielded her squinting eyes with a wrist. As she did
so, the comforter fell away from the top of her body
exposing her small cherry nipples and milky breasts to
the full light of day.
Something was different about this day. Something had
changed. This day did not begin with Ellen Anne's
softly spoken consolations or even a bright "Good
Morning!" This day she had yet to say anything at all.
Instead, the woman simply stood at the foot of Cherie's
bed and began taking off her clothes. First she removed
her shirt and bra, folded them and placed them in a
neat pile on the floor by the bed. Then she did the
same with her jeans, socks and panties. It was as if
she were in her own room and Cherie was not even there.
Cherie struggled to clear the cobwebs from around her
brain so she could make some sense of this sudden,
subtle change in the relational weather. Then Ellen
Anne spoke and it finally dawned on Cherie that the
reprieve of convalescence was over.
"Cherie honey, I need for you to get up and make your
bed now." The words were kind enough but the command in
them was unmistakable. Christ, Cherie thought, the
woman sounded just like her mother.
"Yes, ma'am." Cherie's feet hit the floor. She quickly
made the bed and then turned to face Ellen Anne who had
not moved.
"After today," Ellen Anne advised, "I recommend you
come to the upstairs kitchen for your breakfasts. It's
usually pretty quiet up there and if you come early you
might be able to eat without being disturbed. As for
the rest of your meals, you're on your own. You'll just
have to work them into your, um, schedule."
Then her voice at once softened and thickened. "Now I
want you to lie down in the center of the bed. No. On
top of the comforter. That's it. Now scoot down. A
little further. Perfect."
Cherie lay in the exact center of her bed. She tried to
relax but she was not sure what was about to happen or
what was expected of her. She stretched her arms behind
her head and opened her knees as if she were trussed up
on a mat in the sanctuary awaiting her rapist. Ellen
Anne gave her a smile of indulgence and lust as she
climbed onto the bed. Crawling slowly on all fours, the
older woman positioned herself directly over Cherie so
that she was looking down directly into her face. Cat-
like, Ellen Anne continued her northward course until
her hands gripped the top of the oaken headboard of
Cherie's bed. Now Cherie understood.
Ellen Anne spread her knees and slowly lowered her hips
until she could feel Cherie's breath on her vulva. Then
she dropped the final inch onto Cherie's face with a
grinding motion. Cherie parted her lips to receive her
but was rewarded for her effort with a mouthful of
coarse, curly hairs. The rule is that a tribade may
trim and fashion her bush in any way she pleases but
she may not remove it entirely. Only a Cup Maiden may,
and indeed must, always be bare down there.
A girl had to be resourceful if she was to be fully and
truly submissive. Cherie wriggled and repositioned her
arms so that one hand was on the small of Ellen Anne's
back while the other lightly clawed her belly. From
this position Cherie could control the tribade's
gyrations enough to find and pleasure her most tender
parts. Using the bridge of her nose to part the pubic
fur, Cherie's lips clamped upon Ellen Anne's swelling
clit, sucked it in and fellated it. Then Cherie
commenced to purring like a girl who had just that
moment decided to become a slut.
Ellen Anne lost it; there was no controlling her. She
began to jerk and grind her pelvis wetly all over
Cherie's lips, tongue and teeth, even her nose and
chin. After a few earth shattering minutes, she moaned
and screamed Cherie's name, then crumpled backwards,
panting onto Cherie's bed. Cherie just lay there
smiling beatifically and staring at the ceiling fan.
She was awake now. Ellen Anne, her new imperious
persona now cast off and forgotten, leaned forward and
gratefully licked Cherie's face then got up and got
dressed. Because Cherie had not forgotten her manners,
she thanked the tribade for everything she had done for
her and made her promise to come up and see her again,
any time.
"You're good, Cherie," the older woman assured her with
an emphatic nod of her head. "I hope they decide to let
you stay because you might turn out to be the best Cup
Maiden ever."
"It's kind of you to say that. Thank you."
The woman left and Cherie turned her attention to the
breakfast tray on the night stand. She was hungry now
and she wanted to eat while her food was still warm.
She was delighted to find eggs Benedict and fresh mango
with a half pot of fresh-ground African coffee. Yummy!
After breakfast, Cherie sat cross-legged on her bed and
sipped coffee while she did her morning channel
surfing. Then she jumped in the shower. For better or
worse, Cherie knew she was in for a big day and she was
determined to meet it head on.
Cherie dried herself off and brushed and blow-dried her
hair. She then located the cosmetics she needed and,
seated primly at her bureau on a vanity bench,
proceeded to put her game face on. Cherie was a white
collar woman and a mother on the Little Miss beauty
pageant circuit. She knew a thing or two about hair and
make-up. She would not have minded so much giving a few
pointers to the other maidens but she did not think
they would ever ask.
As Cherie peered into the mirror and expertly applied
her lip liner, she mused whether there could be
anything in the world so sexy as a young woman, freshly
scrubbed and dried, sitting nude in front of her
mirror, putting on her make-up. Cherie knew she was the
most beautiful of the Cup Maidens. She was also the
smartest; she was fairly certain of that too. She was
sure as hell going to be respected, pornae or no. Save
for a miracle, there could be no escape from the Church
of Etta. Cherie knew this in her bones. So she was just
going to have to find a way to beat them at their own
game.
And there was another thing. Cherie had in her head a
wealth radar and it was always on. What her radar was
telling her now, and in fact had been screaming to her
practically from the moment she first woke up in this
place, was that the Church of Etta had money. Lots and
lots of money. Cherie had run from many things in her
life but she had never, ever run from money.
With her face done, Cherie turned her attention to her
body. There still showed traces of the whip burns she
had received at the hand of the horrible Io. Cherie
took a powder puff and applied lightly-scented talc all
over her body, at least to the places she could reach.
This would conceal somewhat the cruel marks while at
the same time giving her skin a delicate porcelain
luster. Then on a whim Cherie decided to adorn her bare
body with just the tiniest pinch of glitter. Viola!
Finally, Cherie concentrated on her bruised and
smarting nipples. She first padded on some talc as a
foundation. Then she took a brush to apply rouge. Just
a touch. Dark nipples were for whores. Cherie was going
for a light, virginal pink. Cosmetics were all about
subtlety and restraint.
Cherie was happily musing about all these things when
she caught a glimpse of something in her mirror that
sent ice into the pit of her stomach. Leaning against
the door frame was Io, Satan's baby daughter herself.
Cherie put down the brush and froze.
It was Io alright, all 4'10" of her. She was wearing a
Rasputina T-shirt with the midriff crudely cut away
just inches above her tiny bust, no bra, and tight
black shorts, high athletic socks and tennis shoes. She
looked like every adolescent boy's wet dream, or every
dirty old man's, for that matter. Cherie thought she
looked like she was dressed for soccer practice but she
knew the unspoken message here was that Io was wearing
clothes for no other reason than because she could. It
was all about rank and status. Io was not pornae.
Cherie was.
"Did you enjoy breakfast? I hope you remembered to
floss," Io said with a smirk. "You still owe me head.
Don't think that I forgot."
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in school or
something?"
"I live here. Always have." Io apparently chose to
answer Cherie's first question and ignore the second.
"I'm the only one who gets her mail at this address, in
a manner of speaking. Matter of fact, and this is
something I bet you'll be interested to know, your room
is right next to mine. I insisted."
Io strolled casually into Cherie's room until she stood
directly behind her. A sickening feeling washed through
Cherie. She remembered it well from the hour when she
and Io first met. It was the feeling of being some
helpless prey animal broken on the ground and waiting
to be devoured. Cherie concentrated on her hands lying
palms down on the bureau. She had to be brave. She
would submit, yes, and she would do it bravely. Io
lifted Cherie's hair off her back and shoulders to
admire her whip burns.
"I do good work, don't you think?"
Cherie said nothing. She was starting to tremble but
she held her chin up. Io took the powder puff and
applied talc to those places Cherie could not very well
reach. She then put it back and turned to leave.
"Yeah, everybody else has to go to their jobs or school
during the week but I'm pretty much always in the
house. When Tam and Eddie aren't around, which is most
of the time, I'm the HNIC around here. That means you
better be extra nice to me, cupcake. I control the
thermostat. Now good luck out there. I'll be watching
and rooting for you."
With that parting shot Io winked and sauntered off down
the hall. This is just great, thought Cherie. She was
expected to be sex on the hoof and flounce around this
house naked 24/7 while that little psychopathic sadist
Lesbian monster stalked her from the next room. But the
monster was gone now and, with her leaving, a black
cloud lifted. Cherie looked at her hair and face in the
mirror a final time and took three calming breaths.
Then, with courage born of an attitude of complete
submission, she got up and stepped into the hallway. It
was time to explore her new world.
Cherie fully expected to be gang raped on sight but
that was not what happened. It was a weekday morning
and only a handful of congregants had business in or
around the mansion. The men who were about, maintenance
and security guys mostly, simply tipped their caps or
waved before going back to doing whatever it was they
did. Cherie would have none of that. They had no cause
to be shy. She was the one who was nude, for God's
sake. Cherie strode breezily through every open room in
the house. Whenever she came upon one of these drones,
she strode up and wrapped her arms around him. "Good
Morning! My name is Cherie and I'm here for you," she
told each one by way of introduction and then she
kissed him softly on the lips.
And Cherie did not slight the tribades. She extended
the same courtesy to each. To Ellen Anne and those
other women Cherie recognized as having attended to her
during the previous days' bed rest, she thanked them
and placed their hands upon her breast so they would
know her gratitude was from the heart.
Cherie's first day strategy of confident and open
submission was working splendidly. In the past,
everyone knew, pornae who were new to their duties
tended to hole up in some little used corner of the
house where they would pretend to busy themselves with
some pointless task or other. Only with reluctance
would they make some quick foray into other parts of
the mansion before retreating back to their hidey
holes. It was a dangerous game they played, going to
the very edge of dereliction.
It was a game too for everyone else on the estate. But
the game for them was a more lighthearted affair. Mixed
groups of three or four congregants would organize into
hunting parties to track down and corner the frightened
pornae. Once they found her they would have their sport
with her before making a great show of setting her
loose. Then, after a brief respite, the game would
start up again.
The game was different today because Cherie was making
the rules. Her nakedness was meant to be a sign to all
of her pornae subservience. But by force of will Cherie
turned it into a mantle of authority. Jackie Kennedy in
the days of Camelot may have strode through the White
House with as much self-assurance as Cherie now had at
her command but Jackie had to wear clothes to do it and
Cherie did not.
After she had made the decision to take the mansion by
storm, it all became too easy. Of course Cherie was the
loveliest woman to ever grace these halls. She could
make any man desire her and any woman feel like a
turnip next to her if that's what she wanted. And in
the unlikely event that the police might choose this
moment to barge in, Cherie would meet them at the door,
au naturel. Then somebody would have some explaining to
do.
As Cherie made her rounds, she invited one and all to
an ad hoc gathering in the banquet hall. Every self-
respecting mansion had one and here is where Cherie
chose to throw the coming out party she had never had.
Of course everyone showed up. Who wouldn't? The hall
was dominated by a long and ancient mahogany table with
great claw feet. Cherie decided this was a lovely place
to hold court and she sat bare-assed on the cool table
top with her feet swinging off the side. All around her
the party guests buzzed and jostled like worker bees.
Refreshments were brought from the adjoining kitchen
and someone cranked up the music. A key to the liquor
cabinet was produced and then things really started to
roll. Cherie pulled a tribade onto the table and danced
lasciviously with her. Soon everyone was jumping and
dancing on the ill-used old table.
And so Cherie took her first day in hell and made it
into a bash. For the rest of that day and well into the
night, the workaday schedule at Etta's estate was
derailed and forgotten. Cherie drank, laughed and
danced with all of her newest, dearest friends. In
school, Cherie had never been popular. She never really
had any friends. Her mother had seen to that. Now she
was that person others wanted to get to know. She was
the star. Everyone got to sidle up to her and run their
hands over her body, and Cherie welcomed the attention,
but nobody made a move to violate her.
Cherie was flushed with victory. Everybody was won
over. She had transformed herself from would-be pornae
receptacle to Cherie the Great. Tired but elated,
Cherie kissed each of her partygoers again and thanked
them for dropping by. It was only then that she spotted
little Io standing off to the side with a queer look on
her face. Cherie could not for the life of her figure
out if the girl was bemused, pissed off, or if she had
just missed her meds for that day. It was hard to tell
with Io. She was a tough read.
"That was quite a first day on the job, princess," Io
said by way of commendation. "I'm impressed. I'll be
sure to pass along the good word."
Cherie blushed perceptibly with pride. Praise from Io
was as welcomed as it was unexpected. "Thanks. Now if
you will excuse me, I think I'll turn in. I'm spent."
"Sure. You go do that. You've earned it." Io moved
towards the exit and then stopped. It was as though she
had had an afterthought which she only that moment
decided was even worth mentioning.
"You know what would be great?" she proffered. "It
would be great if I could say that you saw the whole of
the place today. But you ain't been to the third
floor."
"Third floor? I didn't know there was a third floor.
What's up there?"
"Not much. Just a library. Law books mostly. You should
check it out."
With that, Io turned and disappeared down the hall. The
paralegal in Cherie was intrigued. She loved the law
and those books might come in handy, assuming Io was
not yanking her chain. Tired as she was, Cherie decided
she would sleep better after she investigated this
alleged library.
Io had not lied. Cherie found the staircase that led
directly up to the library. It was a large rectagonal
room, well-lighted with tables and chairs for ample
work space, and rows upon rows of books on shelves.
There were reporters, journals, digests, codices--all
the essentials. Most of the material was ancient, it is
true, but some was not too out of date. And there was
Jeff.
It startled Cherie to see the lean, almost middle aged
man seated at one of the tables. She had just assumed
she would have the room to herself at this hour.
"I'm sorry...you scared me," stammered Cherie has she
scrambled to collect her wits. "What are you doing up
here?"
"This room is the highest point in the house and it
looks out in all directions so it doubles as an
observation post." Jeff held up a pair of binoculars in
case Cherie had any doubts about what he had just said.
"Okay. Well... I'm sorry to have bothered you."
Cherie quickly turned to leave but Jeff commanded her
to stop and turn around. He was standing now and Cherie
could see he was naked from the waist down. His cock
was in the 7 o'clock position yet, even in a semi-
flaccid state, it was still frightening for Cherie to
look upon. She was never going to be able to put out of
her mind the awful pain and trauma of being hogtied to
the carpet while this man repeatedly speared her cervix
with a cock that could grow to over a full foot when it
was angry. Her insides cramped at the memory of it. Now
she and Jeff both knew it was her job to arouse that
beast from its slumber once again.
Tall Jeff walked up to Cherie and placed his hands upon
her shoulders which suddenly seemed tiny and frail. "I
hate that I had to miss your little party," he said. "I
was told if I sat tight, the party would come to me.
And here you are. On your knees, my sacred slut. You
know what to do."
"Yes, sir. I'm here for you," she heard herself say.
Cherie did indeed know what to do. She wrapped her
delicate fingers around the shaft of his cock as she
sucked his testicles into her mouth, first one then the
other, and caressed each one methodically with her
tongue. She then swallowed the full length of Jeff's
cock until his rough pubic hair scraped at the tip of
her nose. As expected, his penis sprang to life in the
close warm wetness of Cherie's mouth and sought the
back of her throat. Alarmed, Cherie came up for air,
coughing and spluttering, but gamely sucked his cock
deep into her mouth again. And again she choked and was
forced to disengage.
The angle was all wrong and they both knew it. Without
having to be told, Cherie went to one of the tables,
cleared off the unshelved tomes with a sweep of her
wrist, and lay on her back lengthwise so that her head
fell unsupported off of one end. Now Cherie's mouth and
throat made one continuous horizonal tube perfect for
fucking.
And that is what Jeff proceeded to do. He decided he
liked this way of fucking. When he took a woman in her
cunt or ass, he could feel her body alternately resist
and embrace his cock, and he loved the sensation more
than anything else he had experienced in this life. But
he could not see it. Now with pliable Cherie lying
supine on the table beneath him he could not only feel
her throat fighting his dick, he could look down and
watch it too. Jeff came quickly. Jeff came hard.
Before Jeff could begin to think about pulling his
softening organ out of Cherie's mouth, Io popped into
the room with many of Cherie's party guests in tow. She
looked down at Cherie and ran her forefinger across her
lower lip and then into her mouth in a taunting
gesture.
"There's no need to get up, princess," she assured
Cherie. "You're fine right where you are. It seems that
these nice people enjoyed your little cotillion
downstairs so much that, after we got to talking, we
decided we couldn't stand for it to end so soon, not
after you got everybody's hopes up shaking that tight
ass of yours all over Etta's favorite table."
And so the party started up again in the library. But
this time things went a little differently. Cherie got
fucked into the small hours of the morning. Just before
day break, as she limped back to her room, she made a
mental note to introduce lots of personal lubricant
into her rectum as part of her morning ritual.
Cherie slept in most of that morning. She had had a
long night. Thankfully no one had yet come to call on
her so she was able to soak in the tub in peace and try
to make sense out of events from the previous day.
Cherie's confidence, like her morale, was shattered.
Things had started off so well but ended in disaster.
What had gone wrong? Cherie knew the answer to that
question: Io. That evil little bitch sabotaged her.
Cherie had the sinking feeling she was never going to
be anything more around here than everybody's favorite
fuck doll as long as that was the way Io wanted it. And
it sure looked like that was precisely the way Io
wanted it.
Cherie groaned and lifted her aching body out of the
tub, toweled off and flopped down on her unmade bed.
After a few moments, she began to realize that
something was different about her room. Something had
changed just since she had been in the bath. What was
it? She did not hear anyone come in, but that did not
mean anything. What had changed? And then Cherie saw
it. The top drawer of her tall chest of drawers was
open a full two inches. Cherie was certain it had been
closed completely when she had gotten up that morning
so she decided to have a look.
In the drawer where more fortunate people might keep
their socks or underwear, Cherie found a small,
squarish vinyl case like the kind people use to carry
around a few compact discs. It was as cheaply made as
they come, with sleeves of clear plastic bound book-
fashion to one side and a zipper running along the
three sides remaining. Upon opening the case, Cherie
found that most of the 20 or so sleeves were empty and
the ones that were not contained what she decided after
closer inspection were DVDs. And each disc was labeled
in Tam's deceptively masculine handwriting. She started
to thumb through to read each title but the first one
in the stack caused hairs to rise on her scalp. It was
labeled simply, "Pool Party."
Cherie's mind flashed back to Tam's little story of the
fate of the previous pornae girl. Was the woman really
so depraved that she was making snuff movies now?
Cherie could not discount the possibility given what
she had learned of Tam's character in the past week.
Whatever the content, it was apparent that someone
intended for her to view each of the discs.
Why else would they have been planted in her room in an
otherwise empty drawer? Surely in her hand were the
digitally preserved final moments of that poor,
nameless child being simultaneously drowned and
sodomized in the very pool Cherie could see from her
room, and she did not want to watch. Quite against her
will and better judgment, Cherie slipped the disc into
the DVD player and switched on her TV.
Come to find out, Cherie was only half right. Nobody
got snuffed but what she saw was almost as bad. It
began innocently enough just like any number of boring
home movies that family types make every day. The date
shown in the bottom right of the screen was from one
month prior. The camera panned unsteadily across the
courtyard stopping momentarily to admire this hibiscus
or that mandavilla. Then the attention of the viewer
jerked haphazardly to the oval pool near the center of
which a blonde, smallish prepubescent girl kicked and
splashed on an inner tube. Cherie's heart seized and
fell. She knew her own daughter when she saw her.
Cindy beamed and waved happily to the camera. Cherie
heard Tam's voice off-camera ask little Cindy if she
had something nice for her Uncle Eddie. Cindy seemed to
consider this question for a moment and then smiled
sweetly as she rolled off the inner tube and paddled
towards the shallow end of the pool. The child wore the
tiniest of two-piece bathing suits. It consisted of a
mere suggestion of pink fabric held in place on her
fair skin by a single pair of strings in the back for
the top and a pair of strings tied in a bow at each hip
for the bottoms. Cherie recognized this ensemble
instantly. Cindy had shown it to her at a department
store and begged Cherie to buy it for her. Cherie had
been appalled that the fashion industry would try to
entice preteen girls into wearing something so
suggestive. She was even more appalled at the price
tag: $90! Cherie had had a mind to throttle the kid
right there in Dillard's. So Uncle Eddie and Aunt Tam
bought the thing for her. And had they bought her with
it?
The camera eye followed the 4'5" girl to the near end
of the pool where who should be waiting for her but
dear Uncle Eddie himself. He was seated naked on the
uppermost of the steps leading into the pool submerged
in maybe three or four inches of water, his feet
resting on the lower steps. Cindy waded up to Eddie
until she stood facing him. Water streamed down her
body as she wrung the excess from her hair.
And all the while she eyed Eddie with carnal wonder.
For his part, Eddie grinned dreamily from behind
sunglasses as he leaned back on his elbows against the
side of the pool. He was just out catching a few rays
on a lazy summer afternoon and his frank display of
frontal male nudity to an 11 year old girl was innocent
and completely natural. But Eddie's projected illusion
of insouciance was undone by his raging hard on.
Whatever Tam's merits as High Cup Maiden, her skills as
a film maker left something to be desired. The picture
jostled constantly. She would zoom in and out with no
apparent rhyme or reason and she was constantly
fiddling with the auto focus. The camera momentarily
alighted on Eddie's cock and zoomed in for a closer
look. It stood straight up to its full height of nine
inches and was thick and stitched with engorged veins.
Cherie thought it might have been a handsome piece of
meat, as far as these things go, were it not attached
to this odious, smirking man.
The meat in question glistened in the sunlight with
what Cherie determined to be some sort of lubricant.
What was about to happen, Cherie feared, was going to
be more than she could bear. Cherie knew this prick
only too well; it had taken her oral virginity less
than a week ago. Then she had to watch it pump another
load into her daughter's throat while Cherie lay tied
down and barely conscious on the floor of the
sanctuary. Was she now going to have to see it
disappear up the slender neck of Cindy's vagina, or
worse, her rectum?
Not exactly. The picture zoomed out again and Cherie
saw Eddie lean forward and untie Cindy's bikini
bottoms. The garment fell and floated in the water
between her knees. Smiling, Cindy reached behind her
back with one hand and loosed the bow that held the top
in place. It fell forgotten into the pool as well. Tam
could not resist coming in close for a full-screen view
of Cindy's nipples just beginning to bud. She steadied
her hand long enough to follow the rivulets of water
that snaked south past the little beauty queen's navel
and belly down into and around the puffy halves of her
bald, virginal split peach.
With a playful growl, Eddie seized the naked girl by
the hips and pressed her close against the front of his
body. She giggled demurely as she rested her wrists
against his shoulders and tried to wrap her slender
dancer's legs around his waist. Cindy pulled the shades
off Eddie's head while she sought out his mouth and
gave him the most adult of kisses. Eddie grasped the
child's buttock with one hand while he used the other
to nestle the tip of his cock firmly in place against
the moistening lips of her eager, new pussy. Gravity
and gentle persuasion would do the rest.
In order to best capture the moment of genital
interface between man and girl, Tam would necessarily
have had to wade into the pool with them and she was
not interested in getting wet evidently, so in this
aspect of things at least, Cherie's sensibilities were
spared. Tam chose instead to get behind the lovers and
zoom in on Cindy's pretty face.
She had her arms wrapped close around Eddie's neck,
holding on like a girl being whisked from a burning
rooftop by some rescuer dangling from a helicopter. The
child now called the Incarnation of Etta shut her eyes
tight and bit down on her lip as a panicked scream
swelled and died in the bottom of her throat. Then her
sacred blue eyes shuttered open and she exhaled slowly
and audibly. Eddie uttered an expletive of pure
pleasure and Cindy peppered his jaw and neck with a
flurry of little girl kisses.
Still cradling Cindy's back and bottom in his arms,
Eddie carefully rose to his feet and turned and walked
in the direction of a sliding glass door. Tam followed
with the camera as Cindy's splayed legs and feet bobbed
with every step her Uncle Eddie took. He still held her
securely but it was not necessary. Fully impaled on
Eddie's dick, she wasn't going anywhere.
By the time Tam had caught up with her subjects, they
were on a big bed where Eddie was burrowing deeper and
deeper into Cindy's pussy. The child was hardly visible
beneath this grown man who had one of her ankles
gripped firmly in each hand. Little Cindy was folded in
half on the comforter with her feet pinned behind her
head.
Eddie's backside pumped with mounting insistence as he
pounded that handsome meat of his nearly straight down
into the very bottom of her vaginal well. Cindy's eyes
were unfocused and wild and her mouth gaped open as she
fought to keep the breath in her lungs that each
downward thrust forced out. Cords of wet hair matted
her flushed face and neck.
Cherie's heart went out to her daughter. She knew only
too well what it was like to trust these people only to
have that trust, and her body, ruthlessly violated for
their own sick pleasures. At that moment Cherie wanted
nothing in the world more than to cradle her baby girl
in her arms and tell her everything was going to be
alright. Together again as mother and child, they would
find a way to heal each other. The tears Cherie had
held inside for days now flowed freely down her face.
But the DVD kept playing and this was not the first
time she had ever leapt to a faulty, if comforting,
conclusion.
"That's it...Fuck me Eddie...Harder...HARDER...I'm so
young and tight...Tear up my little pussy Eddie...Put a
baby in me Eddie...Fuck...Cum...I'm cum... ming...
Cum... in... my... cunt...Uncle EDDIE!!"
Cindy tried to sink her fingers into the straining
cords of Eddie's neck and she shrieked his name in a
high keening voice so shrill the original Etta might
have heard it from the grave. Eddie made some noises of
his own as he groaned and shuddered and poured the last
of his strength, and other things, into the wanton 11
year old's contorted body.
Eddie rose up on his knees and slowly uncoupled himself
from the quivering girl. Cindy curled herself into a
fetal ball and let the orgasmic aftershocks roil
through her body. Tam could remain on the margins no
longer. She handed off the camera to Eddie and seized
Cindy by the ankle. Cindy rose up unsteadily on her
other knee and in an instant Tam was on her back with
her mouth locked hard on Cindy's newly opened snatch.
Tam buried a hand into the shorts she was wearing and
commenced to work herself up to her own climax as she
noisily sucked all the fresh nectar from the child's
tiny cup. Eddie took hold of the back of Cindy's head
and guided her mouth to his cock which was still hard
and sticky with their juices and her maiden blood. As
Cindy accepted the penis into her mouth she looked up
at the camera lens with eyes that were heavy-lidded and
grateful.
Cherie had curled up into a ball of her own with her
arms drawn defensively around her knees. There was
nothing remotely religious or spiritual about the
tableau unfolding on her TV screen. All she could see
was a grown man and woman sexually devouring a
prepubescent girl. The fact that the girl in question
was her own all-too-willing daughter only compounded
the outrage.
Then she noticed something she should have picked up on
earlier. It had all happened right here. Eddie fucked
Cindy in this very room, on this bed. Cherie lifted her
buttocks and saw the washed out and faded residue of
the love blossom they had left on the comforter. Cherie
was going to be sick and she got up and rushed to the
bathroom. As she retched into the toilet she heard the
last bit of audio from the disc:
"Will mommy get to watch our movie, Uncle Eddie?"
"I'm sure she will, baby girl. I'm sure she will."
Cherie had been selfish and she knew it, and that
thought alone was enough to turn her stomach. For days
now, she had been too busy being a whore and feeling
sorrow for herself to give much thought to what would
become of her daughter now that she was literally in
the hands of her enemies. It was true enough that
Cherie was trying to adjust and make the most of a
horrible situation, but in so doing she had lost sight
of what mattered most.
She might hate and fear the likes of Io, Andronica,
Jeff or L.T. but it was Eddie and Tam who were the true
architects of her misfortune. They plotted and schemed
and took away everything Cherie owned, and violated her
in ways she could never have dreamed possible. But all
that was not enough for them. They wanted Cindy too and
that would not stand. Cherie would take back her
daughter and lay low her enemies in the bargain. This
would be her purpose.
Cherie looked out her window and saw that it was mid-
day. She was going to have to pull herself together.
She was still pornae and there were Children of Etta on
the estate who would surely want their needs attended
to.
III. Revelation
The lot of the pornae is hard but not unendurable.
Sometimes it even has its perks. Cherie was always
naked, available and utterly submissive, it is true.
But this was because she had been divinely chosen to be
a Cup Maiden to the Children. She was a goddess on the
cusp and no one dared forget that. The aura of the
divine encompassed her and she was to be treated with
deference and awe. Cherie was here to impart the
Revelation to Etta's Children and help them on the path
to perfect peace. This meant she was to be worshipped.
And worshipping her sometimes necessarily meant fucking
her hard.
But there was a certain unspoken etiquette that
governed all this hard fucking. Just because she was
pornae did not mean Cherie could be thrown down and
sodomized at will. The understanding was that Cherie
was not to be sought out. She was not a hide-and-go-
seek kind of pornae. As part of her daily routine,
Cherie approached every drone and tribade in the house
and asked them if there was anything they wanted of
her. This was her invitation to one and all to take her
then and there.
When Cherie said, "I am here for you," what she meant
was, "I am here for you right now but if you want to
wait until later you might be shit out of luck." This
is not to say she was unsympathetic to the demands of
someone's task at the moment. If one of the Children
was in the middle of, say, preparing a meal or ripping
out some drywall, Cherie would ask if he or she could
be a dear and bring some small item to her bedchamber
or help her in the library with something. Then she
would give a very specific time for when she expected
to see the lucky individual.
If someone's duties required they work outside on the
grounds, Cherie was there too, still bare-assed of
course. She made it her business to memorize the drink
preference of each such worker and she always came
around with a cold bottle or glass in hand, a most
welcomed sight! And she had no qualms about being taken
in the grass. This kind of cheerful dedication to Etta
and to the Children would not go unnoticed.
Cherie would never say it out loud but she preferred
the drones to the tribades the great majority of the
time. A drone had a penis and once the penis was
pleased, and duly thanked, the drone happily went about
his business. No bullshit. She strove to her utmost to
please her drones as befit her station. The rule was a
Cup Maiden was not to be taken in her vagina except as
ritually prescribed. But every so often some palace
drone would insist on fucking Cherie's bare pussy, and
who could blame him?
For her part, Cherie did not feel it was her place to
deny her people anything. If truth be told, it gave her
a thrill to know that someone was willing to break the
rules for her. The man would take her in hand and
together they would find some quiet corner of the
estate for him to quickly take his pleasure, for no one
wanted to be caught breaking the rules. Cherie loved
these trysts because they made her feel less like a
victim than a co-conspirator. She also decided she
rather liked the sensation of being filled up down
there in what she still coyly referred to as her
"girl." Cherie did not think she had been brought to
orgasm yet, at least she assumed she would know it when
she had, but she felt herself inch closer every time
she saw the hard face of a man who would be her
conqueror melt at the last instant into an expression
of blind and utter submission.
The tribades were a whole other kettle of fish. Cherie
liked being with a woman but she was not always sure
what was expected of her. Tribades liked long soulful
kisses and Cherie could not get used to having some
woman's tongue in her mouth. This is strange
considering how accustomed she had become to having
other things in her mouth. A tribade would take her
pleasure from Cherie, and Cherie would always remember
to thank her for it, but then the woman would linger,
staring expectantly into Cherie's eyes as if waiting
for something as yet unsaid. It kind of creeped her
out.
Usual pornae duties aside, Cherie found she had other
responsibilities as well. Her opinions carried weight
among the congregants and she was constantly asked to
enlighten them on her views on some issue or other
relevant to the Church, even spiritual matters of which
she felt herself completely ignorant. She was asked to
mediate minor disputes and some tribades came to her
for relationship advice. Cherie thought this was
hilarious seeing as she had never actually been in a
relationship.
While it is true that the day-to-day operation of the
estate fell squarely within Io's bailiwick, the
pixilated girl rarely ventured from her room and nobody
had the balls to try to draw her out. Etta only knew
what she did in there. Tam and Eddie did not want to be
bothered with such things as how much sea bass should
be ordered for a given month or what color to paint the
eaves. So the burden of management devolved onto
Cherie's slender, naked shoulders. She was, after all,
a Cup Maiden.
One day, after her other more traditional duties had
been discharged for a while, Cherie was in the third
floor library filing away some receipts that had been
allowed to accumulate on the top of a desk in the
study. They appeared to be mostly for building supplies
for a planned renovation. Cherie had just been taken on
that desk top and the stack of documents scattered
across the floor.
There were filing cabinets in the library and Cherie
thought they might make a good place to warehouse some
of the surplus paperwork of daily operations. She also
wanted to have a look at what was in those cabinets.
What she found astounded her. Here were archives of the
Church of Etta, some of them in any event. The good
stuff, the financial records, were conspicuous by their
absence. They went directly to Tam and Eddie's house,
no doubt.
Among the documents that were present were membership
directories of the Children dating back 15 years. Also,
there was a financial dossier and complete medical
records for each member. Everyone in the Church had to
have a clean bill of health in their file signed by the
drone called Martin who was a medical doctor. Cherie
read these with interest. Here was something she had a
personal stake in.
With files and sheaves of records spread out on the
table before her, Cherie lost all track of time. So
engrossed was she in her snooping that she did not hear
the men drawing up behind her until a pair of rough
hands grabbed her by her neck and shoulders and pulled
her out of her chair.
"You're a sorry excuse for a pornae, little rabbit.
While you've been sticking your pretty nose where it
don't belong, our balls have been turning blue. What
would Etta say?"
Cherie knew the voice. It was Jeff. He spun her around
and Cherie saw that he was with three of his security
goons. Their cocks were out, primed and ready.
"I'm sorry!" stammered Cherie. "How may I serve you?"
"That's more like it." Jeff turned to his posse. "Who
wants the first piece?"
While Jeff moved aside to disrobe completely, one of
the men stepped forward and pushed Cherie back across
the width of the table. Her legs were spread wide and
her pussy winked out at him. The man shoved the length
of his cock into her velvety softness.
"Please, sir! Not so...." Cherie could not finish her
sentence. The drone Cherie remembered as Brian had
stealthily positioned himself on the other side of the
table. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back
over the edge and commenced to work the broad, blunt
head of his penis deep into Cherie's mouth.
She would gladly have submitted to each and every one
of them. Why did they have to be so mean? Cherie did
not mind so much taking on a man for a few bouts of
vigorous intercourse. No matter how rough it got, she
always felt like she was at least a little bit in
control. But being taken by more than one man at a time
she liked not at all. Together, two rapists would feed
off of each other's energy, and neither man wanted to
look like he had been out-fucked by the other. Things
could get out of hand quickly and Cherie was afraid she
might be injured.
The two men hammered away with their cocks in unison
from opposite ends of Cherie's body and her screams
could travel no further than to the head and shaft of
Brian's choking meat. Cherie's arms were splayed out on
the table and her fingers reflexively balled and
crumpled the papers she had been reading. She could
feel the other men gathering close around her while the
young man who was pounding away on her cervix had a
breast in each hand and he was squeezing hard. Things
were bad and they were about to get much, much worse.
Jeff was ready to take over. "Let's get her on to the
floor. I think she can take three of us and I can't
wait to tear up that ass!"
Now Cherie's heart was trying to beat out of its cage.
She had hoped the day would never come when she would
have to be fucked by three dicks at once, and here it
was. What frightened her even more was that the cock
going up her ass was going to be Jeff's. It was 14
inches of pure male brutality and he would not be
satisfied until the tender fibers of her gut were torn
apart. There was no doubt in her mind. Her pretty, 28
year old body was going to be in the ground by this
time tomorrow.
"I thought there were rules around here about fucking
Cup Maidens' pussies," came a voice from behind them.
The drones all turned away from what they were doing,
looking very guilty. It was Io. She was dressed much
the same way as when Cherie had last seen her except
that she was wearing tube socks without the sneakers.
Io strode up to the table. "Don't sweat it, boys. I
won't tell. You know I love to watch the duchess get
fucked." She stood over Cherie and ran one of her small
hands down the length of Cherie's torso from breast to
mons. Whatever hope of deliverance Cherie may have had
slumped and died somewhere deep in her ravished body.
How would the anguish of her final hours be increased
now that Io had arrived uninvited to the party?
Maybe it was all the testosterone that hung in the air
or the firm satin caress of Cherie's talcum scented
flesh under Io's fingertips. Maybe it was the musk and
wet slap of human animals copulating just inches away.
Or maybe it was something else that set Io off. Her
pupils seemed to dilate into black dimes and blue
sparks, and the heat took her. Before any of the men
could so much as blink, Io was naked to her socks. She
wanted to be fucked by a man; needed to be fucked by a
man; was goddamn going to be fucked by a man, and she
instinctively turned her attention to the leader.
"Put your ass on the floor NOW, Ichabod!" Io
practically threw Jeff onto the library's thin carpet.
With Jeff lying on his back and looking a bit dazed,
little Io straddled his hips and squat down in front of
him giving the lanky man a mouth-watering view of her
fat, swollen pussy and turtlehead clit. While Jeff and
Io's twat eyed each other, she reached down to wrap the
fingers of both hands around the long neck of his
erection. Her eyes seemed to drift out of focus and her
lips moved almost imperceptibly to the cadences of some
internal conversation.
When she looked into Jeff's face again, her eyes were
clear and laughing, and her voice had changed. She had
become Io the 12 year old cock-tease of a girl with the
fiery short hair who liked to go off with men and play
dangerous games.
"Do ya wanna fuck me, mister? Yeah? How much of this
big, scary cock do ya wanna put in my little cooch?"
She shifted her grip on Jeff's penis so that only the
narrow head and two or three inches of the shaft shown
at the top. "This much?"
Jeff slowly shook his head and Io's eyes widened. She
moved her grip down along the shaft to expose another
four inches. "This much?"
Jeff put his hand over hers and moved it all the way
down to the base of his cock. Io made a surprised "O"
with her mouth. "Gosh mister, I don't know. You're so
big and I'm so little. You might hurt me!" she purred.
"You know it's going to hurt. The first time I fucked
you with it, you cried. Or did you forget?"
Why did he have to go and bring that up? Jeff could
really be an asshole sometimes. Io hustled the 12 year
old back to wherever she came from and reverted in an
instant to the violently unbalanced young woman Cherie
most feared. Even Jeff turned sheepish as Io shot him a
look like she wanted to rip his face off. He had just
challenged Io sexually, and nobody challenged Io,
sexually or otherwise.
Io pointed Jeff's cock upward and impaled herself on
it. Half its length was instantly sucked up into those
lush nether lips. She grit her teeth and raised up
three inches, and then slid her body down his pole
until her pussy had swallowed five inches more. Io hung
there suspended with nearly five full inches of Jeff's
meat still dry and waiting. The tiniest Cup Maiden was
stuck. Her mouth gaped open but she made no sound. Her
vagina was vertically stuffed and it seemed she could
take no more so Jeff clutched her shoulders and pushed
her down as he thrust his hips upward with cruel force.
His long erection was now finally and fully enveloped
in the wet grip of Io's pussy.
Io wanted to take all of Jeff into her body. She had
done it before. But she had to stop somewhere half way
along the downward slide to adjust and get her
bearings, so to speak. For him suddenly to grab her
shoulders and spear the rest of his tool into her
caught a her a little off her guard, and it hurt her.
She retaliated by seizing one of his wrists and biting
down on it until her canines drew blood. Jeff jerked
his wrist free but continued his upward thrusting while
Io set about squeezing and milking his dick. They were
both well beyond the reach of pain now.
Io set her jaw and concentrated on fucking Jeff's
brains out but she did not want him to spill in her.
Not yet. When her keen and sensitive pussy informed her
that Jeff was approaching the edge, she bade him to
stop and he complied. Io looked over at the table where
Cherie was sprawled on her back. The two men were still
pumping away on her mouth and pussy, and she was still
very much in distress with yet another drone visibly
anxious to join in and take a piece of her for himself.
Io called over to Brian, "Hey you with the stove-pipe,
get over here! I need to borrow it for a while and I
don't care if the duchess gets mad." Brian pulled out
of Cherie's throat and came over to where Io and Jeff
were joined in sexual combat. Cherie gasped and
gratefully sucked in air until the color returned to
her lips and cheeks.
Io ordered Brian to, "Stick that thing in me. Up my
ass. Do it. Do it now!" Brian squat down and pushed
Io's back towards the floor until she was pressed tight
from belly to chin against Jeff's hard torso. The boy
grinned crazily as he located the tight little ring of
Io's anus with the immense head of his cock and shoved.
Io could not have measured much more than 30" at the
hips and, bent over as she was, her ass was as pointed
and narrow as an exceptionally cute prepubescent boy's.
Brian's meat was eight inches long and thicker than
Io's wrist. Comparing one to the other, no one would
ever suppose that his formidable girth could ever
batter its way into her tiny bowel. But it did. Leaning
forward on his knuckles, Brian grunted into her ear as
he penetrated her by brunt force, just like she asked.
Jeff's chest muffled her guttural shrieks but Io
determinedly shoved her ass backwards to more fully
receive this terrible new intruder even while her cunt
continued to fight the length of Jeff's cock. Without
waiting for an invitation, the remaining drone, who had
been watching with great interest, if not outright
disbelief, dropped to his knees and presented his prick
to Io's last unfilled orifice, and she sucked all of
his seven inches into her throat. Little Io was now
fully engaged.
Cherie was feeling better about her own situation. Her
dicks were down to a very manageable one, and she quite
literally turned the table on him. Gently uncoupling
him from her pussy, she persuaded the young man to lie
lengthwise on the table. Then she straddled his loins
and sank down with her body until all of his cock was
again comfortably enfolded into the softness of her
womb.
"Isn't this much nicer?" Cherie cooed wetly into the
young man's ear. She was completely in control now. Her
rapist had become helpless beneath her. She wanted him
to spill inside of her and he would do it exactly when
she told him to. He was powerless to do otherwise. With
her body and her words, she spun her sweet web around
him.
"Yesss, you have me all to yourself now. I'm completely
yours. Nice," Cherie whispered with erotic sibilance.
The muscles in her thighs and buttocks clinched and
released and clinched again with the tidal rhythm of
her lovemaking.
"I want you to spill in me. But I want you to give me
every last drop. You have to give it all to me. Do you
promise?" Cherie softly urged him towards the abyss. "I
am your Cup Maiden. Spill in me, darling. Fill my cup.
Fill me!"
Cherie drove her girl down hard onto the base of his
cock one last time until she felt the young man's pubic
beard brush and bite her suddenly swollen clit as she
ground it into his pubic bone. Then she clamped with
every muscle in her abdomen and squeezed at the very
instant that the cock inside of her swelled and spasmed
uncontrollably. Seconds later his juices were
commingling ecstatically with her own.
Cherie had conquered her drone but had gotten something
quite unexpected in the bargain. A little bubble of
pure delight burst deep in the bottom of her belly and
sent tiny waves of pleasure up her stomach and into her
breasts and nipples and then down through her buttocks
and thighs. Cherie was having an orgasm. It was the
first one she had ever experienced in her life so she
had no way of knowing if it was a big one or a little
one, and at the moment she did not care much. All she
knew for certain was that she felt good and she felt
powerful. With the tiny waves still rippling through
every part of her body, Cherie leaned down and kissed
the spent young man fully on the mouth before his cock
could slip out of her. She thanked him for his essence,
and this time she truly meant it.
Cherie climbed down off the table top and gazed with
shock and wonder at the scene unfolding on the floor
just a few feet away. Three men were sighing and
heaving with raw pleasure while in their very center
Io, whose taut little body was barely to be seen, was
milking them all with ferocious intensity. The sum
total of inches of cock being rammed into her every
orifice roughly equaled half her own height. Yet she
was accommodating all of those inches. But the most
incredible thing was that the teenager was in complete
control.
The drones needed hardly to move at all as Io pushed
down hard on the cocks buried high up in her cunt and
ass. Then she drew herself up and forward to gobble up
all of the phallus into her throat, then back down
again. She steadily ramped up the force and speed of
this lewd rocking motion until all three cocks pumped
and splattered her insides. She could not induce all of
them to cum in perfect unison, but she came very close.
The trio of sated drones drew off leaving the fierce
nymphet to lie weak and glistening on the carpet, hot
blue arcs of pleasure still hummed and crackled along
the tight length of her frame. Gingerly raising the top
half of her body up onto one hip, Io looked around the
room at all the faces still watching her and, with some
effort, panted out the words, "Don't you idiots have
work to do?"
The four drones quickly set about re-arranging
themselves, still tugging at shirttails and buckles as
they disappeared down the stairway. Io watched them
leave and then looked over at Cherie. "Come help me up,
princess."
Cherie knelt down and slipped one arm around Io's back
and under her arm and carefully lifted her to her feet.
"It's 'Cherie'."
"What?"
"My name. It's Cherie. You never call me by my name."
"And you wanna talk about that now? Help me to my room.
I don't think I can walk too good."
With Cherie's hand still tucked snugly under Io's
armpit, the two maidens tentatively made their way down
the staircase. Io turned to Cherie and said matter-of-
factly, "This is just a suggestion but, unless you
happen to like being gang banged, I wouldn't recommend
hanging out alone in the library, at least not while
the circle jerks are on the job. Next time I might not
be around to save your ass, and I mean that literally."
When they finally made their way to Io's door, Cherie
asked, "You sure you're okay?"
"I'll be fine. It's all in a day's work for Etta's
babes." Io was visibly bouncing back from the carnal
pounding she had taken. The woman's recuperative powers
were phenomenal.
"I would invite you in but then I'd have to kill you."
Coming from Io, Cherie did not think this remark was
funny at all. Io reminded Cherie that, "We have a big
day tomorrow so you better get some rest. Don't make me
come in there and spank you." Cherie did not think that
was funny either. Io turned and disappeared into her
room. Cherie walked the seven steps to her door and did
the same.
When Cherie finally eased her exhausted body under the
covers, she realized she was a wreck. Not since her
horrific first hours in this accursed place had she
been so much in fear for her life. Thank God Io was in
a mood to get laid tonight. Cherie visibly shuddered to
think what might have happened to her had the girl not
showed up when she did.
But there was something else that was bothering Cherie.
Io had been right when she reminded her that tomorrow
was going to be a big day. Tomorrow night a convocation
of some significance was to take place in the
sanctuary. It would be the first such gathering of
Etta's Children since the ascension of her Incarnation.
The Incarnation herself was going to be there to
preside over the ritual Harrowing of the Cup Maidens,
and it was a very big deal.
Cherie had known for several days that the rite was to
take place but she was preoccupied with her duties as
Cup Maiden and pornae, and thus was able to put it out
of her mind. Until now. The last time she had seen
Cindy, the child was gnawing at Cherie's pussy. And in
less than 24 hours, Cherie would be pinned to the
accursed floor of the sanctuary, again, where she would
be force fucked by the drones, again, so that her own
daughter could lap the juices as they spilled from
Cherie's battered vulva, again. The biggest difference
between then and tomorrow for Cherie was that at least
during the Ascension, she never knew what was
ultimately in store for her until the very end. This
likely was the only reason she had permitted herself to
survive at all.
This time Cherie knew with certainty what was about to
happen to her almost to the last detail and she dreaded
it with all her being. It was a train in a very narrow
tunnel bearing down on her and she was powerless to
save herself. And she was powerless to save little
Cindy. Etta had claimed her only child. How was Cherie
ever to get her back?
It took strength to fight. It took even more strength
to submit. That was the rub. Cherie felt herself to
have no strength left in her heart at all. She was
lonely, frightened and wanted to died. The newest Cup
Maiden curled into a fetal ball and wept bitterly.
Her door opened with hardly a sound and, from light
streaming in from the corridor, Cherie could make out a
child-like figure stepping into her room. A brand new
wave of dread came over her. Please God, Etta, whoever-
-not tonight.
"Io, please just leave me alone, okay?" pleaded Cherie.
Io placed a single finger over Cherie's lips and
shushed her. Without saying anything at all, she
slipped into the sheets and spooned up behind Cherie.
Her hard little body was bare and very warm. She draped
a comforting arm across Cherie's waist and Cherie, much
to her surprise, felt herself drift into blissful
sleep.
Some time later, light from the hall again invaded
Cherie's bedchamber. This time the unmistakable figure
of a man stepped into the room. He was one of Jeff's
crew no doubt looking for another slice of Cherie pie.
Io raised her head and growled, "What the fuck to you
want?"
"Oh, sorry." The nocturnal intruder retreated and
closed Cherie's door behind him.
"Why are you doing this?" Cherie asked without turning
to look in Io's direction. "You hate me." Io lightly
brushed a few strands of hair from Cherie's cheek with
her fingers and whispered as tenderly as she knew how,
"Shut up and go back to sleep."
Cherie did go back to sleep but, as she did, she could
not help but marvel how it should come to pass that the
succubus she most feared had become her protector.
Cherie was alone when she awoke the next morning. She
hurriedly washed and dried herself and had breakfast.
It was going to be a busy day in anticipation of the
arrival of the Incarnation and her court: the Alpha
Drone and High Cup Maiden. Preparations had to be made.
Cherie was not worried much about anyone demanding her
pornae services today. Everyone knew there would be
ample opportunity to partake of Cherie at tonight's
Harrowing. She considered knocking on Io's door but
thought better of it. In the kitchen Cherie asked Ellen
Anne if she had seen Io and was told she was already in
the sanctuary.
Io had made an early start of it. First, the inner
sanctum had to be cleansed, both in a ritual and a
practical sense. Then furnishings had to be brought in
and arranged just so. And not least of all, certain
ritual accoutrements had to put, and in some cases
bolted, into place. Io was directing everything. She
took the prohibition against clothing in the sanctuary
very seriously and was as nude as she had been in
Cherie's bed the night before. Cherie was relieved that
responsibility for seeing to the preparations was not
going to rest solely with her. Io was a bundle of
energy in there, focused on the task at hand and in no
mood to take anybody's shit. Things got done.
"Good of you to join us, Cherie," Io called over her
shoulder by way of greeting. Some of drones, still
fully clothed, were lifting two square slabs of
polished, salmon-colored marble, one 9" longer than the
other on each side and both about 6" thick, and laying
them on the floor one atop the other. Several more men
were struggling with Etta's cathedra which had been
brought out of storage where it had remained for twelve
years. It had been hewn from a single block of rose
granite, intricately carved and polished, and inlaid
with lapis and mother of pearl. The cushioning on the
seat and back was of deep blue silk. It was one
immensely heavy piece of furniture and to bring it into
the sanctuary and mount it on the platform directly
beneath and in front of the tall portrait of Etta
required a minor feat of engineering.
As much fuss as was being made over the big stone
chair, it was the placement of the floor bolts that was
of greater interest to Cherie. Working closely with Io,
she decided to place the large central eye-bolt 15 feet
from the dais. Threaded into the eye-bolt were three
identical pairs of wrist manacles, one for each Cup
Maiden. Cherie knew that she, Io and Andronica were on
the menu for tonight. Mats were brought in and she
arranged them around the central bolt like spokes on a
wheel. Gone were the blue vinyl gym mats like the one
Cherie was harrowed on. In their place were mattresses
of similar dimensions but somewhat thicker and of
expensively soft leather. Cherie had special ordered
them. She wanted her next harrowing to be a little more
comfortable. Etta owed her at least that. The cruel
wooden boards used to elevate her cup were replaced
with matching leather pillows that could be affixed
snugly just beneath the small of a maiden's back. At
about hip-level to each mat were set into the carpeted
floor a pair of small eye-bolts with looped ropes tied
securely to each.
It was mid-afternoon when all the preparations in the
sanctuary were complete. And it was precisely then,
when all the real work had been done, that Andronica
chose to make her appearance. She breezed into the
mansion like some exotic black Paris Hilton home from a
day's shopping on Rodeo.
"Look who decided to show up," Io muttered to Cherie.
"It's Tam's favorite little brownie."
Andronica stuck her head into the sanctuary and finger-
waved to Cherie and Io before greeting and kissing some
of her favorite tribades who had started to cluster
around her. Even in her old jeans and espadrilles,
Andronica was a goddess in her own right, and she knew
it. A slender 5'7" nineteen year old with high, cone-
shaped breasts and a tight little tuck-and-roll ass,
Andronica was bright, beautiful and ambitious. Cherie
also remembered that she could be cruel and perverse.
All these things made her an exemplary Cup Maiden. The
tribades were making a big fuss over Andronica's hair
which she had had dreaded for the evening's events.
Andronica gushed like a prom queen and then took her
leave of them, retiring to the bedchamber set aside for
her use when she was at the mansion. Like her Cup
sisters, she had to prepare.
Cherie had to prepare as well. Time had not really
become an issue yet so Cherie drew herself a nice hot
bath, lit some aromatherapy candles and tried to
retreat into her happy place. This was hard to do
because she did not really have one. The trick, she
decided, was not to think. If she could relax the body,
maybe the mind would follow. At least she was finally
going to get to see Cindy, sort of. Didn't every good
mom let her daughter eat her pussy every now and then?
The thought caused Cherie to chuckle in spite of
herself. She did not know where the black humor had
come from but if it helped get her through this, she
would embrace it.
The bath water was starting to get tepid when she heard
someone enter her bedchamber. It was Ellen Anne come to
be Cherie's handmaiden, and get her butt in gear. The
Children were starting to arrive at the mansion. The
word from Andronica was that Tam and Eddie were on
their way, and of course Cindy was with them. Time was
short and they had work to do.
Ellen Anne first was going to wash and roll Cherie's
hair, her finger and toenails had to be painted, her
body scented and powdered, face made up and, most
important of all, she was to be thoroughly and
carefully waxed. Cherie did not really feel this last
bit was necessary but Ellen Anne insisted.
Cherie was enjoying this time with her tribade. She
informed Cherie that after tonight Tam would likely
assign her the task officially of being Cherie's
personal handmaiden. This was a great honor and she
could not be happier. Cherie was pleased as well. She
had never had a servant before.
There was something that had been on Cherie's mind a
lot lately and, while Ellen Anne was fussing with her
hair, Cherie just blurted it out.
"I missed my period," she said.
"Yeah, so?" Ellen Anne did not even look up from what
she was doing. Was this woman retarded?
"So...I'm afraid I might be pregnant." Jesus, did she
have to spell it out for her?
"Cup Maidens don't have periods and they don't get
knocked up," was her answer.
Now Cherie was confused. "What do you mean?"
The tribade put down her curling iron and explained,
"As long as you eat the food I prepare, you won't have
to worry about any of that female stuff. None of the
other maidens do. Your cup belongs to Etta now. No
babies. No Aunt Flo."
Cherie was incredulous. "So you've been slipping me
contraceptives in my food?"
"Something like that."
Cherie pondered this for a moment and then another
thought occurred to her, an idea definitely worth
floating. "As long as you're doping my food, why can't
you give me a little somethin' somethin' to make this
Cup Maiden thing a little less...stressful?"
The older woman shot Cherie a disapproving look and she
resolved never to bring it up again. She should have
known better. Her fondness for the happy pills was what
got her into this mess in the first place.
Ellen Anne instructed Cherie to lie on her back on her
bed and spread her legs wide. She then climbed onto the
bed herself and, positioning herself between Cherie's
thighs, began waxing around the area she liked to call
Cherie's sweetmeat. The handmaiden was skillful and
what few downy curls there were yielded with little
discomfort. Cherie was again as smooth as a little
girl, smoother even than Cindy. Ellen Anne applied a
small amount of a soothing ointment onto three of her
fingers and began to apply it sinuously to Cherie's
mons and around her vulva. Cherie could feel her girl
start to moisten.
"You have a beautiful pussy, Cherie," said the
handmaiden in a low voice as the tip of her tongue
moistened her own lips. "It's so...dainty. Yes, that's
the word: dainty, like a new flower."
Cherie said nothing. She let the back of her head sink
into the pillow, her lips parted slightly and she
sighed. Ellen Anne coyly allowed the tips of her
fingers to brush Cherie's ripening hood and folds. When
she spoke again, her words were soft and earnest.
"I hope Tam let's me partake of the revelation from
you, Cherie."
Ah yes, the revelation. It was the central mystery
around which the Church of Etta was founded. Cherie was
supposed to be one of those exceedingly rare women who
could receive the essence of a man and, in the alembic
of her womb, transmute it into the very vin des sacres
of female enlightenment. When a woman, or girl, partook
of the sacrament from Cherie's feminine vessel, she was
said to receive some profound insight, the revelation.
Cherie was one of the indispensable gatekeepers to the
path of perfect peace. She was a Cup Maiden. For her
part, Cherie had not yet been accorded the revelation.
She still thought the act of partaking was kind of
gross. But she was touched by the simple ardor of her
handmaiden's expressed desire.
"I hope she does too," was her only reply.
Preparations completed, Cherie was led to the study
which was one of the nearer rooms to the sanctuary.
Ellen Anne was anxious to peel off her own clothing and
join her sister tribades there so she bade Cherie to
wait in the study until someone sent for her, and then
she left. Cherie was alone. She could hear the din of
the gathering Children in the nearby chamber and it
frightened her. Someone had turned the thermostat way
down, no doubt to accommodate the many bodies crowded
into the next room, and Cherie's nipples hardened in
the chill. She folded her arms around her shoulders and
began to pace.
While she waited, the thought occurred to Cherie that
this may well be the same room where Cindy had waited
some weeks before for the prearranged signal to enter
the inner sanctum and ascend to the Incarnation, and
deliver the coup d'grace to her vanquished mother.
Thankfully, she did not have to be alone with this
thought for very long. The door to the study swung open
and in stepped Io and Andronica, as naked as Cherie and
walking lightly on bare feet. Cherie was glad to see
them.
Io grinned at her. "You pumped? We're pumped!"
Cherie looked stricken. Her eyes were wide and she
shook her head in quick, tiny arcs. "My God!" she
choked. "All those people...."
"All those dicks! All those hungry mouths! I damn near
rubbed my clit raw just thinking about it!" Io had
tried to finish Cherie's thought for her but somehow
missed the tenor of what Cherie was trying to convey.
Andonica joined in the fun. "I'm pumped, girl! I am
Etta-fied! I've been thinkin' about this for weeks!"
Cherie was convinced, as if she needed anymore
convincing, that these women were crazy. Tam entered
the room, breathless and nude.
"Everything is set," she informed her other Cup
Maidens. "I want you to wait two minutes and then make
your entrance. Come to me and I will put you where I
need you. The Incarnation will make her entrance ten
minutes after you come in. You should all be in your
places and secure by then. Got it?"
Without waiting for replies, Tam turned and headed back
towards the chamber. Cherie looked frantically from one
young woman to the other. "I can't do this," she
stammered, panic taking hold. "I can't go in
there...I'm afraid!"
Io tried to make her voice soothing. "Of course you're
afraid, Cherie. We're all a little freaked out. Think
of it as stage fright. Everything'll be okay."
Andronica took up the thread. "There's nothin' to be
afraid of, sugar. You're gonna be a star in there!
Think of it as being in a school play except you don't
have any lines to forget. Once you're down on that
floor, you can do no wrong."
Cherie was not mollified. School play?! Io placed a
sympathetic arm around Cherie's waist. "We're going to
be right there with you. Me and Andronica have done it
lots of times. We'll get through this. You might even
learn something good about yourself you didn't already
know. You might get to liking all the attention."
Andronica threw an arm around Cherie's shoulders and
Cherie reached out to both women. The three maidens
drew together until their foreheads touched. With no
more words spoken, Cherie felt courage slowly seep back
into her body. She was drawing strength from these
women. They had become three sisters. They were more
than just sisters. They were Cup Maidens.
Io broke the group hug. Going over to a desk drawer,
she produced a stick of gum, unwrapped it, and folded
it into her mouth. "Alright girls, It's showtime!"
The three young women walked the short distance to the
arched entrance to the Harrowing chamber, parted the
beaded curtain, and stepped inside. The air in the
chamber was close and hot in spite of the A/C. The room
was illuminated only with candles, lots and lots of
candles. And in the light of all those candles Cherie
could make out the forms and faces of the Children.
There were so many! The noise of the congregation fell
to a low murmur when the Cup Maidens suddenly appeared
in their midst and Cherie could feel every pair of
hungry eyes turn and fix upon her and her sisters.
The drones were congregated along one wall of the
sanctuary and the tribades had arranged themselves
along the opposite wall nearest the dais and the
portrait of Etta. There had to be thirty drones and at
least an equal number of tribades. Cherie quickly did
the math. That was ten cocks to be milked by each
maiden. And then there would be the inevitable double-
dippers. Maybe even triple-dippers! The fear she
thought she had left in the waiting room had caught up
and found her. The other two maidens had obviously
performed a similar calculation for all three of them
stopped and shrank defensively into each other.
"We are in for a long night," whispered Andronica,
enunciating each word.
It was Io who broke the spell. "Fuck it!" she muttered.
Taking a maiden in each hand she led them to the
central eye-bolt where Tam was waiting. Tam kissed her
on the mouth and bade her to lie down on one of the
mats. She then did the same to Andronica and finally
Cherie.
As Cherie reclined fully on the mat, her hands were set
upon immediately by a tribade who fastened her wrists
snugly into one of the pairs of manacles threaded into
the eye-bolt. Andronica and Io were already similarly
secured. There could be no escape now for any of them.
Other tribades went to work on Cherie's legs. Thin
ropes tied to the smaller eye-bolts near her hips
pulled her legs painfully apart at the knees. A cushion
was inserted beneath her bottom so that her cup would
not spill quite so much of what was about to be pumped
into it. Cherie noted sardonically that her position on
the floor was directly in line with the place where the
Incarnation would be seated. This, she knew, was no
accident.
Io and Andronica were being subjected to the same
procedure but they did not seem to be paying it much
mind.
"Damn girlfriend, these leather cushions are uptown
fine!" enthused Andronica.
"Mine smells like a new car!" chimed Io.
Cherie could not believe what she was hearing. Here
they were about to be fucked to within an inch of their
lives and these teenaged twits wanted to gush about the
goddamn furniture! Another thing that occurred to
Cherie was that, when the mats and leg bolts were put
in place, no allowances were made for the varying
heights of the women to be bound to them. Therefore,
Andronica at 5'7" had some wiggle room whereas Io, who
was nine inches shorter, was stretched and splayed
taut.
Cherie forgot all these things when Cindy, the
Incarnation of Etta herself, stepped into the room. The
little girl looked just as she had when last Cherie had
seen her. A flower tiara was tied into her elaborately
coiffured blond hair and around her neck hung the round
diamond and sapphire pendant representing the blue and
white halo encircling the womb of a Cup Maiden which
only she, the Incarnation, has the eyes to see. These
adornments aside, her perfectly proportioned 4'5"
prepubescent body was as bare as everyone else's.
When the Incarnation appeared in the archway, all of
the assembled Children fell to their knees and bowed
low. For the first time the room was completely silent.
The child coolly surveyed the adoring supplicants
kneeling before her and the three beautiful Cup Maidens
splayed out in her honor. Tam, the High Cup Maiden, and
Eddie as Alpha Drone rose to their feet and took their
places at Cindy's side. Each taking a hand, they
escorted her to the dais which the little girl mounted
one step at a time and took her anointed place in the
Cathedra of the Matriarch, Etta's marble throne. Little
Cindy appeared even smaller perched in the massive
chair. It could comfortably have accommodated two more
of her. She placed a hand on each of it's arms and
positioned her little bottom upon the edge of the seat
so that her feet dangled several inches above the
platform.
The Incarnation suitably enthroned, it was time for the
Harrowing Ritual to begin. Some of the tribades had
tribal drums which they commenced to beat in a loping,
sensuous cadence. They loved doing that sort of thing.
The ritual itself is performed according to a certain
protocol. At the direction of the Incarnation, the
Alpha is supposed to be the first of the drones to
mount a maiden. Thereafter, the Alpha selects a drone
and the High Cup Maiden directs him to one of the bound
maidens. As each cup is filled, the High Cup Maiden
begins sending forward the tribades one or two at a
time. In this way, each tribade receives her
revelation. The ritual reaches its climax when the
Incarnation and the High Cup Maiden descend to partake
of their revelation. All of the participants to this
communion, drones and tribades alike, are to show
reverence to the Incarnation by placing a kiss upon her
foot.
This is how things were supposed to proceed but they
almost derailed right at the start. Cindy had hardly
taken her seat when one of the drones stepped forward.
A nervous murmur went up from the Children. Someone was
committing a serious breach of decorum. Cherie could
not see who it was on account of her having to face the
opposite direction, towards the dais and the tribades.
"Uh oh," she heard Io mutter.
"Oh, shit! It's the nigga from The Green Mile,"
breathed Andronica.
Andronica was referring to L.T. At 6'6", 260 lbs. and
over-endowed in various ways, L.T. was something of a
temple legend. He was one of only two or three of the
drones whose essence fueled the revelations of Etta
herself, and was said even to have filled her own
divine cup on at least one occasion. Eddie may have
been the nominal Alpha but nobody told L.T. who or when
to fuck.
The big man knelt before the cathedra and, taking
Cindy's foot in his monstrous rough hand, placed a kiss
upon her instep as his dark eyes bore into her own. The
girl squirmed into the back of her seat like a
frightened house pet. L.T. stepped off the dais and
approached the Cup Maidens, circling them slowly while
the rest of the room was silent. Even the drums had
ceased for the moment. To the women pinned to the
floor, his thick, foot long phallus and prodigious
balls seemed to grow ever more menacing with each step
he took along their perimeter.
L.T. loved this. He had been splitting the vaginas of
Cup Maidens for well nigh twenty years. The man did not
care much about perfect peace or the path to
enlightenment. He just liked ramming his huge cock into
pretty girls while they were spread-eagled and
helpless. It was his thing, his peculiar interest.
His shadow fell first across the supine and vulnerable
figure of Cherie. She turned her head and bit down on
her lip. She knew what was coming. The giant was surely
going to finish the job he had started on that first
night of sexually eviscerating her. She had to find a
way to put herself in the right frame of mind to
receive him. Survival might depend upon it.
L.T. moved his gaze slowly up and down the length of
Cherie's bound and trembling body, winked at her, and
moved on to the pallet to her left where little Io lay
splayed out before him like a delectable creature on a
plate. Drone and maiden stared unblinking into each
other's eyes for several seconds. Io lifted her chin in
defiance,-- "What are you lookin' at?"-- and L.T.
shifted his attention to Andronica. God, Cherie
wondered, how long was he going to draw this out? It
was torture.
The giant settled upon Andronica and pressed the broad
aubergine head of his organ against the moist, lidded
mouth of her cup. The girl squirmed and pleaded, her
cool home girl bravado forgotten. Tam, frozen in place
at the right hand of Cindy, was helpless to do anything
but look pissed off. Andronica was her favorite, her
loyal lieutenant, and she did not want to see her
damaged. She had other ideas of upon whom to sic L.T.
"Goddammit Eddie," she hissed at her husband. "Can't
you throw a leash on him?" but Eddie only shrugged.
What did she expect him to do? L.T. just gave Tam a
look that said, "Can't a black man shag a sista every
now and then?" Then he drove his hips down hard and
plunged all of his meat into the luckless maiden. She
let out a scream that echoed across the entire estate
but she ceased to squirm quite so much.
The room was transfixed. Everyone just gawked at the
sight of the large, dark man plunging in and out of the
sobbing young woman. It was understood by all that the
Harrowing of the Cup Maidens was intended to be rape,
but only symbolic rape. What the congregants were
witnessing now was the real deal, courtesy of L.T., and
they were riveted. While Andronica continued to mewl
and beg beneath the pounding her pussy was taking, the
heat in the sanctuary rose. Cherie and Io called out
little encouragements to their stricken sister.
"You fight that big dick, girl!" urged Io. "You drain
him and lay him on the carpet. You've done it before.
Submit and conquer!"
With these words, the light brown maiden got her snap
back. She spread her thighs as far open as she could
make them go and with her pelvis she met the big man's
every thrust. All the while she drew in staccato
breaths through tightly clenched teeth. Did this fool
of a nigga think he was gonna rip up her little kitty?
Shit! When she was done with his ass, he would be done
fucking for the night but she would still be right here
on this fine leather mattress putting it out. Andronica
was a Cup Maiden, motherfucker. Submit and conquer!
And conquer she did. A few hard thrusts more and L.T.
coughed, "Damn!" and collapsed on top of Andronica
while her eager, young pussy sucked the last drops of
essence right out of his mammoth balls. Presently, the
big man heaved himself to his feet and made his way,
flatfooted, to the far wall where the other drones were
sitting. Everyone was still staring at him and L.T.
looked around the room and said, "What?" before sliding
down the wall on his back and crumpling, spent, to the
floor.
"Submit and conquer!" cheered Io.
"Submit and conquer!" came Andronica's pained but
exuberant reply.
"Submit and conquer," Cherie whispered with a newfound
feeling of strength and unity with her sisters. But
there was something else. Trussed up and helpless on
this floor, Cherie realized for the very first time
that she was locked in a contest for control of her
life and the lives of others, and she was going to win,
could not help but win.
With protocol somewhat restored, the ritual began
again. The drums resumed and Cindy gave a knowing look
to Eddie who placed a kiss upon her foot and advanced
on Cherie. He did not bother with circling the maidens
as L.T. had done. Everyone in the room knew precisely
who he was going to fuck first.
Cherie knew too. Her girl dried up at his approach. She
hated Eddie and he knew it, and this made him plunge
into her all the harder. She knew this moment would
come and she had resolved not to cry out when he tore
into her. She was going to take it like a woman. She
was going to take it like her baby girl takes it. A
single hoarse cry escaped her throat as the head of
Eddie's cock battered through the unwilling folds of
her dainty pussy. Then her own feminine juices rushed
heroically to the fore and the battle of submission and
conquest was joined.
The Alpha cursed and heaved over her for all he was
worth. Cherie met each thrust with a thrust of her own
and sheathed his blunt weapon in the tight, wet grip of
her indomitable little cunt. As the cock pulled back,
the path to her womb closed in behind it, daring it to
make another foray. Milking this dick was too easy. All
Cherie had to do was focus her mind on the mystery of
complete submission and her divine cup would do the
rest. She would conquer and be filled.
Cherie felt Eddie's penis throb and gush deep inside of
her. Then she felt it meekly withdraw. She had won.
Cherie was glad to watch Eddie's ass retreat back to
the left-hand side of the dais. But her feeling of
triumph was coupled with a strange tightening sensation
deep in her pelvis. Cherie was ready and quite willing
to take on and submit to another of the male Children
of Etta. Her cup now positively ached to be filled.
At Eddie's signal, three eager drones stepped forward
and knelt to kiss the foot of the Incarnation. Tam
pointed each one to his assigned maiden and the filling
of the cups began in earnest. For the next hour Cherie,
Io and Andronica strained against their bonds as one
drone and then another plied his essence into their
waiting vessels.
Tam and Eddie wanted to set Jeff and then Brian onto
Cherie, partly to make her atone for what L.T. had done
to Andronica, as if she had anything to do with that,
but mostly because they wanted to savor her expression
as first one and then the other of those terrible,
mutant cocks punished her impudent little pussy. They
were to be frustrated in their mean bit of fun,
however. For some reason, these two drones were just
not up for the task at hand, and they could do little
but sit there red-faced and flaccid while Tam seethed
and some of the tribades could be heard tittering
derisively among themselves. Cherie could see little of
this but she heard Io turn to her and comment dryly,
"Boys forgot their Wheaties."
But the Harrowing Ritual proceeded nonetheless. All of
the maidens were being filled, sometimes brutally, and
they could be heard murmuring vague encouragements to
each other. Cherie could not very well see what was
happening to her sisters in duress but she knew from
the strange feline cries and growls coming from their
throats that they were being fucked into a state of
continuous, self-sustaining orgasm and exquisite agony.
And she could feel her own coil steadily tighten around
her brimming cup. A surfeit of the sacred nectar began
to puddle beneath the bottoms of each of the maidens.
The time had come for the gathered women to partake of
the revelation.
As one or other of the drones spent his essence and
retreated back to the ranks of his brethren, the High
Cup Maiden sent her impatient tribades in ones and twos
to fill the empty spaces in the triangle and take the
sacrament. The drone Martin had just added his seed to
that of the several other men who had succumbed to the
satin grip of Cherie's tender pussy and drew off
gasping for breath. Cherie thanked him sweetly like a
good little Cup Maiden and waited for another hungry
face to loom up between her painfully outstretched
thighs.
This time the face belonged to Ellen Anne. She was
going to receive her revelation from Cherie's cup as
she had so fervently hoped. The older woman knelt down
low, her bare, shapely backside thrust high towards the
dais, and brought her lips down flush against her Cup
Maiden's enflamed and throbbing vulva. Cherie's breath
caught in her throat as she felt her handmaiden's
tongue split the inner folds of her dainty pussy and
lap up the hot, welling contents of her cup. Ellen Anne
then slowly licked and nibbled at Cherie's taut,
succulent flesh from her clit to her navel. A moment
later and she was outstretched atop Cherie and kissing
her deeply on the mouth in a spontaneous show of
gratitude and adoration.
The taste and scent of her cup's own nectar from Ellen
Anne's mouth set Cherie's straining coil at the very
edge of bursting. She was but a single touch away now
and her every nerve ending fairly crackled in abeyance.
At this precise moment, as the older woman drew back
into the company of her tribade sisters, little Cindy,
the Incarnation of Etta herself, decided the time had
at last come for her to partake of the revelation. The
child suddenly darted from her high seat and pounced
upon Cherie's engorged and twitching vulva.
"Oh God! Cindy, NO! Please!" rasped Cherie, but it was
too late. Cindy burrowed her nose into Cherie's clit as
her open mouth locked upon the rims of her mother's
cup. That was all it took. Cherie's dangerously over-
wound coil sprang and burst into filaments. Here was
the moment when Cherie learned something about herself
she had not previously known; she was a squirter, more
so even than her sisters. She screamed and released a
thick stream of clear female ejaculate directly into
her daughter's open mouth and nose.
Cindy fell back on her haunches with an expression of
wide-eyed dismay. Before the girl's mind could make
sense of what was happening, Cherie's whole body
spasmed and she sent three more hot jets splashing
across Cindy's bare chest and neck. The young
Incarnation gathered her wits quickly and, knowing a
precious gift when she tasted it, ground her mouth hard
into her mother's vaginal opening in a nakedly greedy
attempt to tap the fount at its source.
Seeing all this, Tam rushed forward and practically
tossed the little girl aside in order to take her
place. The High Cup Maiden's mouth clamped down over
Cherie's pussy and sucked hard. None of this mattered
any longer to Cherie; she was insensible to what was
going on around her. She was bound up tight in the
embrace of a white-hot orgasm that would not let her
go. All the poor young mom could do was moan and
convulse against her restraints. Even Andronica and Io
forgot their own ecstacies for a moment and turned
their heads and strained to see what was up with the
newest Cup Maiden.
When Cherie's cup was intemperately drained, Tam sent
in one more drone to replenish her. Then three more
lucky tribades were invited to partake of this very
special revelation before Cherie's fount was finally
used up and she lay swooning on leather that stuck to
the back of her body.
And then the ritual abruptly ended. The drums stopped
and three or four of the tribades set about freeing the
Cup Maidens from their bonds. All of the women had
received their revelation, which for most of them was
that they had not been laid in a while, and a general
orgy ensued in the inner sanctum. The three maidens
helped each other to their feet and, along with their
leader the High Cup Maiden, took their leave of the
sanctuary. They were retiring to an inner sanctum of
their own.
It was a room upstairs into which only a Cup Maiden may
enter. This place was their exclusive domain, their
decompression chamber, and no drone or tribade was
permitted within. Even Eddie dared not show his face in
here. The Incarnation was free to come and go as she
pleased but in this part of the mansion she ceased to
be the Incarnation and instead was treated as just some
kid, so the room held no particular fascination for
her. Within this sanctuary, all the Cup Maidens were as
equals and notions of rank were discarded. Here a
maiden was free to speak her mind, and bitch if that is
what she was of a mind to do, without fear of censure
or recrimination.
The room itself was comfortably furnished with plush
divans, and a full bar dominated one corner. A sliding
glass door opened onto a hardwood deck whereupon was
affixed a hot tub large enough to accommodate all of
Etta's special babes.
The women made drinks and lowered themselves, still
naked, into the hot tub. Io and Andronica had found
something to bicker about and were trading catty barbs
with each other. Cherie followed their argument for a
while. Then she fixed her cold, blue eyes on Tam who
was relaxing in the spa directly opposite her, smoking
a cigarette and nursing a glass of iced mescal.
"That was pretty strange what happened with me down
there," Cherie said to her. By "down there," Tam
assumed she was referring to down there in the
sanctuary where the post-ritual festivities were
probably just hitting their stride. "After those women
would, you know, drink from me, they would look at me
like I'd just granted their fondest wish. Like I had
just given them eternal youth, or something."
"Maybe you did," was Tam's laconic reply.
"C'mon Tam," challenged Cherie. "This cream pie cult of
yours, you know it's all bullshit."
There, she said it. The other women ceased their verbal
thrust and parry, suddenly interested in this other
conversation. Tam just dragged on her cigarette and
studied Cherie for a moment. Then she exhaled a cloud
of smoke in Cherie's direction and said, "Of course,
it's bullshit. But I get paid and everybody gets laid."
Andronica whooped and clicked her glass against Tam's,
then Io's. Cherie hesitated and then lifted and drained
her own glass.
Stubbing out her cigarette, Tam finished her thought.
"Everything about us looks like bullshit when you're on
the outside looking in. Don't diss the mystery until
you've partaken of it. When I decide the time is right
for you to have the revelation, then you'll understand
everything." The powerful and attractive redhead
hoisted herself out of the tub. "Who's ready for
another drink? I'm buying."
Another Harrowing was planned for the following
weekend. This one was not intended to be quite as grand
as the one Cherie had just endured. Only two of the Cup
Maidens would be offered. Cherie knew one of the
maidens would be her. That kind of went without saying.
She did not know who the other maiden would be.
During the days leading up to the ritual, Cherie went
about her duties as Cup Maiden and pornae with a zest
that surprised even her. But one thing was constantly
near the front of her mind: the revelation. No matter
what she was doing, or who she was fucking, the
revelation was never far from her thoughts. She had so
many questions and Tam's "outside looking in" remark
still rankled. When would she receive it, and from
whom? What would be revealed to her? And the most
important question of all; would something be revealed
that would help her win back her daughter?
But it was not just the mystery of the revelation that
so preoccupied her. Cherie just as often caught herself
daydreaming about the act of partaking itself. In her
old life, Cherie, buttoned up and frigid as she was,
could never have conceived of something so strange and
disgusting as putting her mouth to some woman's vagina
and sucking a man's sperm out of it. Now it was
practically all she could think about. No soon-to-be
bride ever anticipated her wedding night as ardently as
Cherie now longed to drink her fill from the brimming
cup of one of her sisters.
At last, the night of the next Harrowing had come.
About a dozen tribades and an equal number of drones
were in attendance, as was Eddie, Tam, the other Cup
Maidens and the Incarnation. Two mats had been laid
side by side in the sanctuary with the bolts in the
floor configured so that the maidens to be bound to
them would face in opposite directions.
The Cup Maidens: Cherie, Io and Andronica, made their
entry into the inner sanctum just as they had done the
week before. Cherie walked over to Tam and knelt before
her and then lay back on one of the mats as two women
quickly set to the task of binding her wrists and
knees. As for the vacant space beside her, the High Cup
Maiden never needed to ask for a volunteer. Io stepped
forward with no hesitation at all and took her place on
the other mat as the tribades set about ritually
securing her limbs as well. The mats and bolts had been
placed so closely together that Cherie's and Io's knees
touched.
Io looked over at Cherie. "Baby, it looks like it's
just you and me tonight. I hope you don't mind if I
spray you."
Cherie smiled. "Not if I spray you first."
Just as before, the Incarnation walked ceremoniously
into the chamber, mounted the dais and assumed her
throne. The drumming started and within minutes Cherie
and Io were being furiously fucked. Any trace of
Cherie's former reticence was gone. She wanted this.
Her lust for hard, successive penetrations was like a
ravening animal down in her belly. She could not get
enough. Were it not for these restraints, she would
have wrapped her arms and legs around each one of her
beloved drones, her men, and guided them in turn deep
into the back of her womb. As it was, Cherie had to let
her throbbing pussy express what the rest of her body
could not.
She would submit and be fucked and cum and cum again
and God! Jesus! Etta! FUCK! The hot juices shot out of
her. A few droplets alighted on Io's leg and Io, awash
in her own agonies of pleasure, sent a broad spray in
Cherie's direction. By the time the women drew in to
take the sacrament, Io and Cherie were reduced to two
petite masses of wet, quivering maiden flesh.
Everyone assumed the ritual was over and a tribade
untied Cherie. Another one tried to do the same for Io
who snapped, "Get your hands off me, bitch!" She looked
over at Eddie and demanded she be given on more drone.
The Alpha obliged her with a man over twice her weight
and age. Cherie sat at Io's side with her knees
together on the cushion and watched. She was confused.
Why would Io not just call it quits for the night and
retire with her sisters upstairs? Everyone had been
served, had they not?
After several minutes of singularly savage copulation,
the big drone heaved mightily and dissipated himself
into Io's tiny body. As he slunk away, she turned
exhaustedly to Cherie and bade her to drink from her
cup. Cherie was taken aback. She looked to Tam for
instruction. The High Cup Maiden did not like having
her prerogatives usurped by Io, or anyone else for that
matter, but with a nod she gave her reluctant consent.
The coming of Cherie's revelation was finally at hand!
Cherie positioned herself between Io's spread taut
thighs and gazed down at her raw and glistening pussy.
Everyone in the room was watching and, with no need for
further encouragement, Cherie knelt down and pressed
her lips deeply into the lush, yielding bounty of
little Io's maidenhood. Cherie sucked and lapped and
sucked some more until the heady broth of semen and
Io's own copious juices flowed into Cherie from the tip
of her teeth to the pit of her stomach.
Sated at last, the newest Cup Maiden drew back onto her
knees and awaited her revelation, her very own
epiphany. The one she got was not the one she might
have expected. The universe at that moment did not open
up to her and reveal its mysteries, save for the one
greatest mystery of them all. Looking down into Io's
fierce dark eyes, Cherie realized that she was in love,
deeply and hopelessly in love for the very first time
in her life. And the object of her devotion was none
other than the fiery young maiden with the elfin hair
whose cup she had just drained. Cherie loved little Io.
The ritual complete at last, Cherie and Io withdrew
with their sisters upstairs for drinks and a well
deserved soak in the hot tub. Then before their bodies
could dry, Cherie took Io by the hand and led her into
her bedchamber where they made love well into the
night.
IV. Lovers and Allies
The next day Cherie went about her duties in the
mansion as best she could. She was a little distracted.
She could think of little else but Io: the object of
her desires, the feel of her skin, the smell and taste
of her. These thoughts looped obsessively through
Cherie's mind. She wanted to learn everything there was
to know about her new lover and to reveal the same
about herself to her. There would be no secrets between
them. And yet so much about Io remained a tantalizing
mystery to Cherie. Who she was and the hows and whys of
her being in this place were all still terra incognita
to Cherie. Tonight, Cherie was sure, many of her
questions would be answered. Io had invited her to her
room for dinner.
Late in the afternoon, her rounds made, Cherie
sequestered herself in her room and set about making
herself fresh and beautiful, or at least as beautiful
as a naked woman can be. In recent weeks Cherie had
taken up the practice of adorning her body with
jewelry. She had found it right there in her bureau so
she assumed it was okay to wear it around the estate.
She favored a pair of diamond or simple hoop earrings,
five or six very expensive-looking bracelets, a thin
gold chain that hung loosely around her hips and an
anklet that only Cup Maidens were permitted to wear.
She wanted to appear at Io's door looking feminine and
delectable. Then her lover could do with her as she
pleased. Cherie showered and washed and dried her hair
but her girl remained quite wet. She had been like that
all day.
At what Cherie assumed was the appointed hour, Io's
invite had been characteristically short on specifics,
she rapped lightly on Io's door, waited, and rapped
again. As nervous as she was about being in the
forbidden realm that was Io's room, she did not like
standing outside Io's door in all her fuckable glory
for everyone in the mansion to see. There was no rule
forbidding Cup Maidens, or anyone else in the Church,
from entering into special relationships. Indeed it was
expected. Cherie just did not like everyone knowing her
business. This might seem like a strange attitude for
someone who is not allowed to wear clothes to have but
Cherie was funny that way. After another moment's
hesitation, Cherie turned the knob and let herself in.
She had imagined Io's bedchamber to be some sort of
macabre shrine to restraints and punishments. What she
now saw was quite different. While works of art by the
likes of Gric and Giger were to be seen on the walls,
the décor was more scholastic than perverse. Tall,
heavily-burdened bookshelves predominated throughout
the apartment which was considerably larger than
Cherie's.
She could hear the shower running so she decided to
have a look around. The room in which Cherie stood was
not a bedroom at all but a small den or study complete
with leather sofa, chairs, coffee tables and, of
course, lots of books. Further in, she found a kitchen
and dinette. Cherie was about to step into the bedroom
when she heard the water shut off and Io's voice called
out, "Cherie, is that you?"
"Yeah, I'm not too early, am I?"
"Not at all. Make yourself comfy. I'll be right out."
Cherie busied herself reading some of the titles of
Io's books. What she found was some pretty heavy-duty
reading material: the complete works of Shakespeare and
Edgar Allan Poe, Plato, Camus, Thucydides, Darwin, Adam
Smith, Nietzsche, Ezra Pound. Cherie's head was
starting to pound just looking at them. Was it possible
that this fiery little pixie had actually read all
these forbidding tomes? It would appear so for many of
them had been heavily bookmarked. On a desk top Cherie
spied a stack of papers containing Io's own
compositions. Cherie was expecting Goth-chick poetry
but what she found were letters to various literary
journals in which Io exploded the pretensions of this
or that fave new writer with unimpeachable logic and
crisp, understated prose. There was indeed more to this
complex young woman than met the eye. Cherie had
suspected as much.
Io entered the room still brushing a towel over her
short hair. She was naked except for a pair of thin
white cotton panties. Pitching the towel over a chair,
she walked up to Cherie and took her by the hips. "Mmm.
Look at you!" and she purred by rattling her tongue in
the back of her mouth.
Cherie held up one of the letters she had been reading.
"Did you write all this?" she asked, still incredulous.
"Yep. "
"So where did you go to college?" Cherie persisted.
"You're standing in it." Then by way of elaboration, Io
added, "The Children of Etta aren't stupid, some of the
drones not withstanding."
Cherie had to laugh at the obvious humor of that
remark. She was impressed. She was more than impressed,
she was horny.
"If you think that's something," offered Io, "come take
a look at this."
Cherie followed that cute butt into the bedroom. She
could not wait to get those panties off of her, to hell
with dinner. Io hopped onto her bed like a pumped up
school girl and opened up a laptop computer. Then she
reached over to a night stand and picked up a small
pair of reading glasses. Cherie had never seen Io in
glasses. The transformative effect on her face was
astounding. There was so much about this woman-child
that no one ever got to see, that never left this room.
She was bestowing a great honor upon Cherie by letting
her into her world like this and she hardly seemed to
be giving it a second thought. Cherie was moved.
"I'm sort of the head of PR for the organization," Io
explained excitedly. "Let me show you want I've been
working on lately. I've been putting together a webpage
for the COE. The trick is to make us look as innocuous
as Mormons but without all the milquetoast and covered
wagons. We want to put a message out there that will
attract the right sort of people without getting too
much into the details 'cause, you know, what happens at
the mansion.... Anyway, I'm kind of stuck and was
hoping you could help me out. We can work on it
together. You're good at this sort of thing, right?"
This was all getting to be too much for Cherie to
absorb in one night. The Io she knew did not wear Lisa
Loeb glasses, design web pages and use words like
"innocuous." How many facets did this girl have? Cherie
was ready to take her right now while they were both on
the bed. But there was one thing she had to know first.
"I'm just a paralegal, not a web designer, but I'd love
to help you. I'm here for you." Cherie leaned over and
kissed Io whose hand reached up and found Cherie's
breast. "We can work on it later. Right now there's
something I want to ask you."
Io cocked her head. "Oh?"
"You know how I feel about you. I just need to know
if..."
Io intuited what Cherie was about to say. "Cherie, I've
loved you from the moment that I said I loved you."
"And then you started beating me with a whip!"
"It's a very intimate act, don't you think? You were
practically dangling by your wrists from the ceiling
all nice and naked like you are now and I was putting
the leather to your flesh, and there was no one else in
the whole world but you and me. I fell hard for you
right then and there."
Cherie now knew for certain that her love for this
woman was going to be reciprocated, come what may. Now
there was but one thing left to talk about.
"Io, will you submit to me right here and now?"
"Yes, Cherie. I'm here for you."
That was all Cherie needed to hear. She folded away the
laptop and pushed Io back onto the bed. Io passively
offered up her arms to be bound. Restraints were near
at hand: four lengths of braided nylon that attached to
wrists and ankles with Velcro and buckles with the
other ends secured to the bed posts. Cherie bound Io's
arms tight without bothering to remove her glasses.
Cherie was on top of the girl now with her mouth locked
upon hers. While she forced Io to suck her tongue,
Cherie's hand ground the crotch of Io's cotton panties
into her pussy until they were nice and wet.
Sitting up, Cherie declared, "These have to go," and
proceeded to yank the well-marinated panties off of
Io's body. Cherie then wadded them into a neat, moist
ball. "Open wide," she commanded and Io docilely
complied. She stuffed the ripe, crumpled garment into
Io's mouth and went to work tying her legs to the posts
at the foot of the bed.
"I'm going to eat you up, little girl!" Cherie's voice
was vehement and she spoke through gritted teeth. The
figurative whip was in her hand now and she was really
getting into character. But she did not intend to beat
her lover. She had something else in mind.
"You said I still owed you head. Well now I'm going to
give it to you." The degree of sadistic lust in
Cherie's voice was menacing. "This time you'll take
what I have to give you on my terms. You're going to be
a good, submissive little Io and cum in Cherie's mouth,
every drop, or I'll munch that fat clit of yours and
swallow it while you watch!" Io turned her eyes to the
ceiling and her nostrils flared but she said nothing.
Indeed she could not, gagged as she was on her own
underwear.
Cherie did not go at once to Io's exposed and helpless
cunt. That would have been too easy. She was intent
upon drawing out her moment of dominance and conquest.
What she had in mind for her lover was something she
had taken to calling the Ordeal of a Hundred Bites.
Cherie began with Io's tiny feet. She took Io's three
smallest toes into her mouth and bit down hard, not
quite hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to
leave a temporary mark. There was pain in Io's muffled
cry, but there was something else too. Cherie bit her
way up the length of Io's firm, athletic legs which had
grown red with welts. Cherie reserved two special nips
for those short, taut muscles of the inner thigh that
joined Io's legs to her body core. As Cherie pressed
forward to sink her teeth into them, Io's inner lips
planted a wet kiss on each of Cherie's cheeks.
Cherie stopped and inhaled deeply of her lover, letting
her breath caress the bound nymph's pussy. She then
moved herself forward to place deep bites upon Io's
neck, arms and shoulders. Each of Io's cupcake breasts
fit fully into Cherie's open mouth and, as she bit down
on them, she let her tongue play across her prey's
hard, swollen nipples. Then she bit those too. Io
whimpered and struggled against her bonds as Cherie
worked her way slowly past her navel. The girl's coil
had become very tightly wound indeed. Cherie was very
near an orgasm of her own as she sank her teeth into
the fleshy hump of Io's bare, fragrant pubis mons.
Io had endured 99 of the prescribed 100 bites. Of the
front of her bound and twitching body, there was but
one place that had not felt her lover's teeth. Cherie
placed herself between Io's outstretched legs. She
licked her lips and pulled her hair back away from her
face, then she lay prone upon the bed and buried her
face into the girl's thighs. Her lips found Io's
throbbing clitoris which protruded out of its
protective hood a full, fat inch. Cherie's front teeth
surrounded it from above and below and slowly closed
in. Her tongue scrubbed brusquely at the strange little
appendage before she inhaled and sucked it and much of
the flesh around it into her mouth. Cherie's head
rotated in tight circles as she hungrily tried to draw
more and more of Io's genitals ever deeper into her
mouth.
Io screamed into the panties wadded up in her mouth and
sent a hot spray of cum down Cherie's chin and throat.
Cherie immediately shifted her open mouth down from
Io's clit just in time to catch the second, third and
fourth bursts which splashed against the back of her
mouth and disappeared down her throat. She continued to
suck and bite at Io's pussy until the girl sighed and
went limp. Cherie removed the gag from Io's mouth and
loosed her restraints. "My turn," declared Io as she
reached up and grabbed two handfuls of Cherie's hair
and kissed her hotly on the mouth.
Io had something special in mind for Cherie as well.
She positioned her on the bed on all fours. Her wrists
were bound together and tied to a length of nylon
fastened beneath the center of the headboard. Io pushed
Cherie's head down until the side of her face was
pressed firmly against the mattress.
"Are you prepared to submit and be conquered?" she
asked.
"I am," was Cherie's solemn reply.
Io picked up the sodden panties and commanded Cherie to
open up; she then pushed them into Cherie's mouth. Now
it was Cherie's turn to feel vulnerable, her face
pressed into the bed covers and her ass pointed into
the air above her knees. She stole a glance and saw Io
reach into a dresser drawer and produce an ungainly
apparatus consisting in the main of straps, buckles and
a pair of thick, 9" phalluses of firm latex protruding
from a common base. The twin dildos were at least an
inch thick and spaced about ¾" apart.
The tiniest Cup Maiden set about strapping and
harnessing the device onto her body. Cherie noticed
that a small forked appendage curved from beneath the
base and gripped Io's clit in its tines. Cherie would
have thought it comical to see two large penises
sprouting from the body of this little woman had they
not been pointed directly at her own exposed crotch and
the woman had not been her Io.
A moment of panic seized Cherie. She had never been
penetrated like this before. Io mounted the bed and
stood on her knees directly behind Cherie. She spread
Cherie's legs until her ass was depressed to just the
right height. Io's panties in her mouth muffled her
pleas as Io placed the twin cock heads hard against the
entrance to Cherie's anus and vagina, and pushed.
Then Cherie remembered who she was. She was a Cup
Maiden and chosen lover of this incredible teenage girl
who was intent on finding novel ways to take pleasure
from her. Cherie would give that pleasure with
gladness. She would submit and be conquered. Cherie
eased her backside towards the twin phalluses, meeting
Io's thrusts, impaling herself. Soon the two women were
joined as the device was fully embedded in Cherie's
vagina and rectum.
When maximum penetration had been achieved, Io reached
down to the base of the thing and flipped a switch.
Something like an electric jolt shot through Cherie's
belly as the twin cocks began to hum and vibrate
angrily. A sudden yelp followed by moans of pleasure
rattled in her throat. Io leaned forward and grasped
Cherie's breasts, her sharp hip bones grinding into
Cherie's buttocks. Io and Cherie were literally plugged
into each other and a common current of carnal ecstasy
arced through both of their bodies. Io pulled back
until only the heads of the buzzing cocks remained
embedded in Cherie's orifices, then she drove them into
her up to the hilt, emphatically, again and again. Io
wanted Cherie to know that she was still Io, special
relationship or not. Shrill animal sounds escaped
pitifully from the sides of Cherie's mouth and she
yielded up her essence in gushes all over the juddering
base of the apparatus, and over and down Io's welted
belly and thighs. Io grunted and cursed in a rage of
sexual conquest and glory before collapsing over and
down Cherie's bare back, the infernal device still
humming between and within them.
Only after the aftershocks had finally subsided did Io
withdraw and remove the strap-on and let it fall to the
floor. Cherie was set free and the lovers lay panting
in each others' arms. It was Cherie who found the
breath to speak first.
"Where the fuck did you get that thing?" she gasped.
"Bought it online, I guess. Sometimes I go shopping in
town so I might've got it there."
This remark piqued Cherie's interest. "You have money
to shop?" she asked.
"Of course I have money. I'm a Cup Maiden." Io said
this as if no further explanation was required.
"How long have you been here?"
"You mean since the last time I went shopping?"
"No," Cherie clarified. "I mean how long have you lived
in the mansion, in the Church of Etta?"
"Oh." Io thought a moment. "I've always lived here, as
far back as I can remember. The way it was told to me,
I was gifted to Etta by one of the tribades. She raised
me herself until I was seven. She was mom to me. After
she died, Tam and Eddie took care of me."
"So you don't know who your real parents are?" Cherie
asked. "What about Martin? I heard you call him daddy
that time." Cherie still found it difficult to speak
directly of the day she was first dragged into the
Harrowing chamber.
"Martin?" snorted Io. "That was just fuck-talk.
Martin's not my father; I'm pretty sure of that.
Nobody's ever told me who my father is. Had I known, I
would have tried to fuck his brains out every day. I
always wanted a daddy."
"So who decided you should become a Cup Maiden?" Cherie
was fascinated now.
"I did, cupcake. By the time I was six I was sneaking
down to the sanctuary to peep in and watch the
Harrowing of the Cup Maidens. I loved to watch. They
were so beautiful and everyone worshipped them. So one
night I decided it would be okay for me to sit in on
the ritual, you know, as a spectator. I pulled off all
my clothes and tiptoed into the room, like nobody would
notice a naked little kid hanging around. I was wrong,
of course. Everybody noticed, and Etta freaked. She
stopped the ritual, ran over to where I was sitting on
the floor, spun me around and started beating my bare
ass with her hand while everybody watched. I screamed
and cried but it was all for show. Momma Etta had just
given me my first 'gasm. Nice! I think she knew it too
because she didn't drag me out of there. She just told
me to go sit in a corner and keep quiet. From that day
on, I knew I was going to be a Cup Maiden. It was just
a question of when."
"So what happened?" Cherie wanted to know.
"By the time I was nine, I was fed up with just
watching and I started pestering Tam to let me take a
more active role in the rituals. I was almost like
Etta's real daughter, after all. So one night she
finally gives in and lets me have the revelation right
out of her own juicy cup. She said that was what Etta
did for her when she was about my age. Tam told me that
Etta had seen the halo around my belly when I was still
just a baby and had told her all about it.
When I heard that, I was ready to start getting my tiny
cup filled right then and there but Tam said it was
still too soon. So the woman gives me a kid-sized dildo
and tells me I need to open myself up a little first.
Did I mention I was always kind of small for my age?
Anyway, I fell in love with Dildo Jr. I think I
actually tried to mount him on my bicycle seat with
duct tape and glue. Then on the night of my tenth
birthday, it all became a done deal. I got fucked and
sucked, and the rest, as they say, has been one long,
terrific orgasm."
"Wow!" Cherie was impressed by Io's story. "So what
about Andronica? Was she raised by Etta too?"
Io snorted. "That's what she'd say if you asked her.
Truth is, Tam found Andronica on the campus of some
junior college about a year ago and brought her in as a
Cup Maiden. She said Etta came to her in a dream and
told her she would meet this smokin' hot black chick
who had the halo. Some shit like that."
"So Andronica was pornae before me?" Cherie asked.
"Yeah, for about a week," said Io dryly. "Then Tam
pulls her out of here and sets her up in her own condo
uptown. Like I've said before, Andronica is Tam's pet.
But I don't feel like talking about her right now. You
hungry?"
"Yeah, kind of," answered Cherie truthfully.
"Me too, but I'm not in the mood to cook." declared Io.
"I think I'll buzz the kitchen upstairs and have my
handmaiden make us some sushi. She's good at that.
She's Asian, you know."
Io reached over to the night stand and picked up a cell
phone. As she put it to her ear, she realized with a
twinge of annoyance that she was still wearing her
spectacles.
In the days that followed her date with Io, Cherie felt
good. In all of her 28 years she had never before
experienced the bliss of sharing a bed with someone she
loved. She truly loved Io. She loved to fuck. And she
loved being a Cup Maiden. Not at any previous time in
Cherie's life had she felt she belonged anywhere. Her
thousand simple acts of submission had brought her to
this place where she felt she truly belonged. She could
not say that she was happy. How could she? Her daughter
had been alienated from her. Cherie was just a much
favored cup to Cindy. But at least she could console
herself with the knowledge that her little girl was the
object of adoration of all the Children and the focal
point of the religion Cherie now embraced almost
without reservation.
She could have remained contented in her new life
indefinitely had it not been for a casual remark from
Tam. It was late on a Friday night and the maidens were
soaking in the spa. There was a late autumn chill in
the air and the bubbling jets of warm water felt
soothing on Cherie's cup which had been filled and
drained many times that evening. Tam informed the
gathered maidens that she, Eddie and Cindy had been
giving much thought lately to bringing a new Cup Maiden
into the fold.
Cherie received this bit of news with some ambivalence.
She certainly felt she deserved a promotion from
pornae. It would be nice to have her clothes back. On
the other hand, she did not relish the thought of
presiding over, and participating in, the ritual of
initiating a new Cup Maiden. She just could not see
herself dishing out to some terrified young woman the
kind of torments she had had to endure.
The way Tam now told it, she and Eddie had hit upon the
idea of recruiting from the ranks of Eastern European
mail order brides. Eddie or maybe Jeff would pose as a
successful American business man looking to join with
one of these naïve Russian or Ukrainian flowers in a
lifetime of western marital bliss. Once the new girl
was safely delivered into their hands, the trap would
be sprung and they would all be feasting on exotic new
pussy, specially imported. The only hitch in the plan
was that the Incarnation could not see the telltale
halo of the Cup Maiden around any of these women whose
photos she had been shown. Consequently, the idea was
scrubbed. Then, almost as an afterthought, Tam remarked
that the three of them: she, Eddie and Cindy, had
decided to go on a little road trip across the
heartland to case the local talent.
Red flags shot up and waved in Cherie's mind when she
heard this last little tidbit. It did not surprise her
that Cindy could not "see" the halo around any of the
foreign mail order brides. She knew her own daughter
well enough to know that she was not in the least
interested in recruiting some new woman as Cup Maiden.
What Cindy wanted was a friend and playmate, someone
her own age. The three of them were going to cruise
around in a van until they spotted some little girl who
appealed to Cindy, abduct her, and bring the poor,
frightened child back to the mansion for further
proceedings. Cherie could not just sit back and let
this happen. She was going to have to act and act soon.
All she needed was a plan and a little information.
That night as she and Io lay curled up next to each
other, Cherie ventured to ask her what she could
remember about Etta's death.
"I was only seven," Io recalled. "All I remember is
that one day Etta was really sick to her stomach so she
took to bed. About a week later Tam came to my room to
tell me that Etta had passed to a higher plane and that
she and Eddie would take care of me from then on."
"They never tried to take her to the hospital?" asked
Cherie.
"They said she didn't want to go to a hospital. And
anyway, Dr. Marty was checking on her."
"And nobody ever told you a cause of death?"
"No, I guess not."
"Aren't you a little bit interested to know what killed
her, for the record?"
"Yeah, I guess I am now that you bring it up," replied
Io.
"Listen baby," proposed Cherie. "I want us to take a
trip into the city, to the courthouse, so that I can
pull up a death certificate and maybe a few other
things. Some things that have gone down around here
just don't make a lot of sense to me and we could both
sleep better, and be better Cup Maidens, if we had some
answers."
Io sat up in bed and looked intently into Cherie's
eyes. "Do you know what you're saying?" she queried.
"Tam and Eddie aren't going to have a sense of humor
about you poking around for skeletons. And what if your
worst suspicions are justified? Then what? They'll dump
your body somewhere and they'll still have your kid.
When the shit hits the fan, and it will, I won't have
the juice to protect you. I'll be doing good to keep my
own ass out of a ditch."
Cherie knew Io was right and she did not blame her
lover for having misgivings. Fortunately, Cherie had
anticipated her reaction and had come up with an idea
to enhance their strength and give them a little
insurance.
"What we need," confided Cherie, "is muscle. We need an
ally among the drones, and I know just the dude."
"L.T.!" whispered Io grinning.
"I want you to get hold of him for me and tell him I'd
very much like a little date with him. Tell him I want
to see him sometime the middle of this week. Nothing
fancy, just the two of us in my room. Me and the big
fella have business to discuss."
Io was as new at love as Cherie was but she knew that
being committed to someone sometimes meant taking a
leap of faith for that person. What her lover was
proposing amounted to, at best, insubordinate meddling.
At worst, the woman was talking outright insurrection
in the Church of Etta. This was dangerous, seditious
stuff. But thrilling too! And having L.T. on board
would go a long way towards leveling the field. Both
the women knew that he would demand a high price for
his complicity, a price her lover would have to be
ready to pay at that first meeting, and many times
thereafter. But Io had faith in Cherie. She would
submit to the big man and make him an instrument of her
will. She was a Cup Maiden in full.
Io made the call and L.T. arrived at the mansion at the
agreed time. Cherie never doubted he would show up and
she met him in the foyer, rose up on her toes to kiss
him and whispered in his ear how glad she was he had
come. L.T. ran his hands down Cherie's bare back and
ass. He was already glad he had come too. It was not
unusual for drones to drop by the mansion at odd hours
during the week for a snack so no one would have
thought it especially noteworthy for Cherie to take him
by the hand and lead him into her bedchamber. She was
merely fulfilling her obligations as pornae.
L.T. closed the door to Cherie's room behind them; then
he lifted her up and tossed her onto the bed. Cherie
let out a cry of surprise as she tried to stop herself
from bouncing. L.T. began to unbutton his shirt.
"I'm going to take my clothes off now, snow bunny," he
told her. "And I'm gonna do it slow so you can tell me
why it is you wanna see me."
Cherie let him steal a look at her shy pink pussy as
she shifted to all fours and advanced towards him down
the length of the bed with feline grace. "It gets dull
around here sometimes," she purred. "You can't blame
one of Etta's girls for daydreaming about spending a
little quality one-on-one time with the Alpha."
LT. looked at her askance. "Eddie's the Alpha," he
reminded her.
"In name only," Cherie countered. "You're the true
Alpha around here and everybody knows it. Nobody gives
you shit, except maybe Tam and Eddie. The way I hear
it, you were the favorite of Etta herself. And then
Etta dies and these two kids take over. Tam starts
calling herself High Cup Maiden and she disrespects you
by making Eddie the Alpha Drone. Eddie? Do you think
that's how Etta wanted it? You knew the woman."
L.T. was completely disrobed now but instead of
grabbing Cherie and pounding his dick into her as he
had been planning not two minutes ago, he just sat on
the bed next to her, lost in his memories. "I've been
waiting a long time for somebody around here to start
talkin' some sense," he finally said. "I loved Etta.
She was a great lady and I always thought that those
two killed her, but I can't prove nothin'."
"I think I can prove it," offered Cherie. "But I'm
going to need your help. Help me and Io and we'll will
make you the Alpha."
"Io's in on this too? Shit woman! Why didn't you say
so? What is it you want me to do?"
Cherie slowly slid her body off the bed and positioned
herself at L.T.'s feet. "First I need for you to fuck
me," she cooed and she swallowed the broad head of his
cock, fellating it lovingly, the way Eve blew Adam in
the Garden of Eden. The big man growled with pleasure
and his cock stiffened and climbed into the back of
Cherie's mouth.
"But there might be something else I want," he informed
her.
Cherie thought she knew what he was about to tell her
and hastened to cut him off. "You can't fuck my
daughter," she told him peremptorily. "At least not
anytime soon. She's just a child, for chrissake. I
might want grandchildren someday."
"I'm no babyfucker!" bristled L.T. "What I want is to
feel your sweet ass wrapped around my pole."
Cherie smiled inwardly. This was exactly what she
wanted to hear and she had already prepared herself to
receive all of him. She bade him to lie down on her
bed. L.T. looked at her doubtfully but did as she
asked. Cherie straddled his thighs and grasped the base
of his cock until it stood straight up from his body.
Placing one hand on his hard stomach, she leaned up and
forward on her knees and, reaching behind her, grasped
his monstrous, thick tool and guided to the waiting
lips of her vagina.
"Is this what you want?" she teased. "No?"
Cherie rocked her pelvis back and forth until the head
of his cock glistened with her juices. Then, with her
eyes downcast in resolute concentration, she positioned
L.T.'s cock back until she felt the head of the thing
pressure her tight anal sphincter. Cherie exhaled
slowly, eased her body down and let herself be slowly
impaled. She closed her eyes tight and cried out in
pain but continued her downward course letting gravity
do its work.
Leaning back until she was perpendicular to her man's
reclining body, and ramrod straight, Cherie seized hold
of one of his hands and placed his thumb in her mouth.
She removed the wet appendage and guided it down the
center line of her body. L.T. took the hint and began
massaging his broad thumb in slow circles over and
around Cherie's pert clitoral button. Cherie moaned
softly as fresh waves of pleasure radiated out from her
girl and rippled up and down her spine. L.T. gripped
her waist and thrust hard up into her until all of his
cock was embedded in Cherie's belly up to her navel.
Unspeakable pain and excruciating pleasure lay equal
claim to Cherie's body. She set her mind to giving the
immense, rock hard intruder all of the friction it
craved while she fought to speak.
"There is... something I want you...to do to.. .me...
when I am High Cup... Maiden... and you are my...
Alpha," she coughed in between gasps and groans. "Hang
me by... my ankles... from the rafters... in the
sanc... tuary. Bind my wrists like this..." Cherie
crossed her arms behind her back making her C-cup
breasts stand high and firm for L.T. "...and fuck my
throat... God!... I'd love that!"
Just the mental picture of this anticipated new sex act
pushed them both to the brink of orgasm. L.T. flipped
Cherie onto her stomach. He leaned into her with his
powerful hips and pistoned his cock in and out of
Cherie's ass until she felt it spasm and flood her
rectum, releasing her own furious epiphany of
fulfillment.
Later L.T. lay on his back on the bed watching Cherie's
ceiling fan go round. Cherie had curled up next to him
exhausted with the side of her face against his
pectoral and her fingers playing absently in his silver
chest hair. Her words still rattled in his brain. Yes,
he was the true Alpha and everyone knew it. Eddie was a
usurper. The title of Alpha Drone was just that, a
title. But L.T. coveted it. And now it would be his
thanks to this shrewd, deliciously fuckable young woman
who was only too happy to receive him in every orifice
of her being.
Cherie stirred and looked into L.T.'s face. "There's
something I've been wanting to ask you," she whispered.
"Yeah?"
"Did you fuck some girl in the ass while you drowned
her in the pool?"
"Say what?"
"Nothing. Never mind."
V. Power Play
Her team in place, Cherie wasted little time arranging
her fact-finding mission to the county courthouse.
Ellen Anne had put together an outfit for her to wear:
a sleeveless blue and white gingham dress, a light knit
sweater, matching wedges, even a bra and panties!
Cherie looked at herself in the full-length mirror. It
was not an ensemble she would have picked for herself,
at least not this late in the year, but it would have
to do. It felt strange to have clothes on her body
again but the dress was a perfect size 2 and Cherie
thought she looked pretty good in it. She found it
ironic that being clothed after weeks of enforced
nudity put her in a mood to fuck. But there was no time
for that. She had work to do.
Ellen Anne had located Cherie's old briefcase from
storage. As a paralegal Cherie had not had much use for
it preferring instead the roomier file cases. Now she
loaded it with various documents she had gleaned from
the archives. Cherie did not know how many of these
little field trips away from the estate she would be
able to pull off and she wanted at all times to be in a
position to take her plan to the next level.
The ideal situation, Cherie knew, was to be able to
gather enough dirt to secure a court order exhuming
Etta's body for autopsy. But of course the present
regime wasted little time having it cremated and the
ashes were preserved in an urn beneath Etta's portrait
in the sanctuary. Cherie collected a few teaspoons of
ash in a small envelope and added it to the contents of
the briefcase. She was not sure if they would be of any
use to her today but she wanted them there with her
just in case.
With the away team assembled, Io placed Cherie in
handcuffs and led her right out the front door of the
mansion. Their cover story was that Cherie was being
taken to a smaller coven of the Children located about
60 miles away and that she, Io and L.T. would likely
return late that evening. It was not unusual for Cup
Maidens, pornae in particular, to be passed around in
this manner and, since Cherie's hands were cuffed,
Jeff's boys would not give the matter a second thought.
The briefcase might have aroused suspicions, however.
It was concealed in a futon which L.T. stuffed in the
back of Io's Pathfinder. Once the vehicle was out of
sight of the mansion, the cuffs came off. For the rest
of the 30 mile journey into the city, no one hardly
said a word.
Cherie entered the Hall of Records in high spirits. It
felt good to be back in her old element. L.T. and Io
were off killing time somewhere and Cherie was alone to
do the thing she used to do best. There were answers to
be had in these millions of archived documents and she
was going to find them. Cherie had considered looking
up Io's birth records to discover the identities of her
biological parents but time was short and Cherie had
other fish to fry.
She began by finding and copying Etta's death
certificate. Her cause of death was listed simply as
"coronary disease" and was signed by Martin C. McGrift,
M.D., good ol' Dr. Marty. With death certificate in
hand, Cherie plunged into the probate records and
located the Last Will and Testament of Etta Marie Ste.
Cecile-Toutont. It did not surprise her much to read
that Etta left everything to Eddie and Tam with Eddie
named as executor. Cherie was more interested in
authenticating the document. She had in her briefcase
at least four samples of Etta's signature.
Now she compared them to the signature on the Will and,
although she was admittedly no expert in such things,
she determined that signature to be a forgery. Not an
obvious forgery, but a forgery all the same. It was the
attestation of the instrument she found most curious of
all. Etta's signature had been witnessed by none other
than Dr. Marty and Jeff. All of the signatures had been
notarized by a woman Cherie recognized from her
research as being Martin's former office manager. She
had also been one of the tribades for several years
until she was banished for having sexual relations with
someone outside the Church.
At this point things really began to get interesting.
About a year after Etta's Will was submitted to
probate, all of her considerable personal estate, as
well as all of the assets of the Church, were
transferred to a not-for-profit corporation called the
Foundation for the Moral Advancement of Young Women.
Cherie laughed out loud when she read that one. She
pulled up the corporation's charter and discovered that
its Board of Trustees consisted of Eddie, Tam, Martin
and Jeff, and its officers were Eddie and Tam.
The Foundation was easily the largest single property
holder in the county. Cherie kept a running toll of
assets in her head that had a combined value well into
eight figures. And this was only for real and personal
property holdings in the county. She surmised that,
given a full accounting, the final tally of assets
would be much, much larger. Everything had been
consolidated into the Foundation. Even title to Tam and
Eddie's house and cars, as well as those of the other
trustees, were held by it. Tam and Eddie, Martin and
Jeff were sitting on top of an empire, a financial
behemoth, all thanks to the late Etta.
Cherie's first impulse was to gather up the papers she
had found and take them straight to the lawyers, but
she demurred. Her instincts told her that a key piece
of the puzzle was still missing. After another two
hours of searching, she found it. When Io was just two
years old, Etta had papers drawn up and filed legally
adopting the child. Io was Etta's daughter and sole
heir and no one, not Tam or Eddie, not even Io herself,
had any idea!
Now Cherie was ready to light the fuse. She hastily
organized her treasure trove of documents and stuffed
them into the briefcase, then she gathered up her bored
confederates and hustled them to the car. They still
had one more stop to make. They were headed to the law
firm where Cherie had most recently worked. It was time
to bring some big guns to bear. The idea of hanging out
in a law office did not appeal much to L.T. so they
took him to a tittie bar. Io gave him a hundred bucks
and told him to stay out of trouble until they came
back for him.
Simon Lindenmeyer was a senior partner who specialized
in estate planning and probate litigation. Like the
rest of the partners and associates, he had never been
especially fond of Cherie, if he ever even acknowledged
her existence at all. And no one at the firm was
pleased at the sudden, mysterious manner by which she
left their employ. Now it was late afternoon and Cherie
was camped out in the waiting area with some strange,
gum-smacking teenager. Mr. Lindenmeyer reluctantly
agreed to give them five minutes of his time. He was a
busy man.
They all sat down at a conference table and, without
preamble, Cherie launched into a chronological
recitation of facts supported by documents she pushed
across the table to him one at a time. With Cherie ten
minutes into her presentation, the elder attorney
decided he rather liked Cherie. He liked her a lot. Mr.
Lindenmeyer buzzed his secretary and told her to clear
his schedule for the rest of the day and to bring him
the requisite new client representation contracts ASAP.
His wife had been nagging him to retire and now he
could. When this case finished paying out, he could
retire to the Keys if he wanted to.
As they drove back to the mansion that evening, Cherie
recounted the day's events to L.T. who was excited and
aroused by what he heard. He wanted to stay the night
with Cherie and that was okay except she did not think
Io should have to sleep alone after having received the
news of how egregiously she had been betrayed all these
years. She was driving at frightful speed and kept
repeating how Tam and Eddie and the rest were all dead
to her. Cherie proposed that they bed down together for
the night and the motion carried unanimously. It made
Cherie wet just thinking about it. Both of her lovers
were going to be in one bed and she intended to fuck
them right into dream land.
That night in Io's room the three cabalists held their
own impromptu ritual. L.T. filled one maiden and then
the other and the women drank a toast to their success
from each other's cups. Afterward they all lay in bed
together and spoke in low voices of the brave new world
that awaited them once the work that was begun that day
was complete.
Cherie chose the following Friday for the
confrontation. Tam, Eddie and Cindy would be arriving
in the afternoon in anticipation of that night's
ceremonies. The next day they were to embark on their
"road trip." Cherie planned to meet them outside in
front of the mansion. She did not want Eddie and Tam
stepping foot in the house she had begun to think of as
Io's and her own.
Friday afternoon was warm but damp. It had rained off
and on most of the day. Cherie had dressed herself in a
white blouse, black skirt, heels and hose. She was not
dressed for fucking. She was dressed for battle. Her
mind was her gun and the file folder in her hand was
the ammunition. Io, L.T. and Ellen Anne were also
outside to witness the carnage. Cherie would have
preferred not to have so much back up. Today she feared
no one, especially not Eddie or Tam. The problem was
that Io insisted she be present. She wanted to bite a
chunk out of Tam's face. This bit of performance art
was something Cherie could do without and, because she
was not sure L.T. could restrain Io by himself, she
asked her handmaiden to stand by as well.
Just as expected, an SUV pulled into the drive in front
of the mansion. Eddie, Tam, Cindy and Andronica were
all inside. The vehicle had hardly come to a complete
stop before the front passenger door swung open and Tam
charged out. Three other doors opened as well.
"It looks like some little bitch forgot the rules
around here!" Tam raged as she stomped over to where
Cherie was silently standing her ground. "If your ass
is not bare by the time I count to..."
Tam never got to finish that thought. Cherie held up a
piece of paper eyeball level to her face.
"What the fuck is this?" Tam sputtered.
"I'm going to try to explain this to you slowly and I
need for you to listen carefully," instructed Cherie.
"This is an ex parte order placing the assets of the
Foundation in receivership. All of the assets, all of
the bank accounts, all the lines of credit, everything
are seized and frozen pending an investigation."
Tam took the piece of paper and stared at it dumbly.
Eddie stepped forward to join the fray and help out his
wife. "Investigation of what?" he demanded.
"Let's start with submitting a forged will to probate
and the theft and gross mismanagement of Church
assets," Cherie began. "Then let's talk about the way
you defrauded Etta's daughter out of her inheritance."
Tam and Eddie stared at Cherie dumbfounded as if she
was speaking some new kind of English that they had not
quite got the hang of yet. "Daughter?" they asked.
Cherie showed them the adoption papers. They honestly
had no idea. "Etta adopted Io?" they wanted to know.
"That's Mme. Ste. Cecile-Toutont to you, douche bags!"
shouted little Io as L.T. held her by the elbows.
"But it gets even better," Cherie continued. "There
will be a full investigation of Etta's murder with
indictments soon to follow."
Eddie felt some of his old confidence returning. Cherie
had caught him flatfooted with her photocopies and wild
accusations but now she had gone too far. She had
overplayed her hand and the game was up for her. Too
bad. She was a terrific piece of ass. It would be
missed.
"How are you going to prove murder?" he condescended to
ask. "Etta was cremated, you dumb cunt. The old bag's
nothing but ashes now."
"Ashes which you were so kind as to preserve for us,"
replied Cherie evenly. "This might be a news flash for
you but heavy metals don't burn, dingus. Elements like
lead, cadmium, thallium, antimony, arsenic will all
still be present in high concentrations in the ash."
Cherie was not sure if she was on solid forensic
ground, but no matter. She just hoped she could state
her case with enough authority to frighten her
antagonists into doing something stupid. With this plan
in mind, she leaned into the pair.
"I have turned over a sample of Etta's ashes to my
attorneys who have forwarded it on to the D.A.'s office
for analysis. If the test results come back negative, I
will gladly ride somebody's dick to the bottom of the
pool. If they come back positive, warrants will be
issued for your arrest for fraud and murder."
Cherie's gambit worked splendidly. Eddie had heard
enough. It had been a good run but he knew his and
Tam's little show was over. He would like to have
killed Cherie where she stood but L.T.'s presence in
her corner made such a move ill-advised. There was
nothing left to do but to make a run for it. He
retreated quickly towards the SUV. Tam turned to follow
but as she did she grabbed the hand of Cindy who had
moved in close to follow the confrontation between her
surrogates and this new Cup Maiden she had once called
her mom. Cherie reached out and snatched the other hand
and for a moment the child was caught in a tug of war
between the two women.
"Let go of my daughter, you cow, unless you want to add
a charge of kidnapping to the list," she advised Tam
icily.
"Forget about the brat, Tam!" called Eddie as he
started up the car. "Let's just get the fuck outta
here!"
As a stiff rain began to fall, they watched Tam and
Eddie exit the driveway and peel out onto the main road
never to be seen nor heard from again. Andronica was
standing off to the side numbly. She had just watched
the tumblers of her own fortunes be radically re-
aligned and she could not begin to think of what to do
or what was to become of her now that she had been
deserted by her benefactress. Ellen Anne came over to
her side and, taking her by the elbow, led her into the
mansion.
Cindy's world had also just been knocked on its side
and she looked up at her mother with fear and
uncertainty as raindrops streamed down both their
faces. Cherie's eyes, so much like her daughter's and,
some would say, Etta's, surveyed the child coolly.
"And now, young lady, there is the little matter of
what to do with you."
After everyone else had gone inside, Cherie took Cindy
firmly by the shoulders and walked her to the door.
This was going to be a day the child would long
remember. It was, among other things, her twelfth
birthday.
VI. The Cleansing of the Temple
The group of the Children who were outside: Cherie, Io,
L.T., Ellen Anne, Andronica and Cindy, gathered in the
anteroom. Everyone looked to Cherie for direction of
what to do next. She gestured to Andronica and Cindy
and said, "I want those two stripped and taken into the
inner sanctum. The ritual of Ascension begins now."
Cherie began removing her wet clothes and tossed them
onto a nearby chair. She had not really thought through
how the ritual she now contemplated should proceed. She
doubted if there was a specific protocol as there was
no precedent in the Church of Etta for what was about
to take place. Io, L.T. and Ellen Anne wasted little
time following Cherie's lead. Even Andronica obediently
stripped and waited to be told what to do next. Io
gleefully set upon Cindy's clothing, squeezing and
biting her body as she went. Soon the Incarnation was
standing shivering in the anteroom, naked but for her
flower tiara and necklace.
L.T. picked up Cindy and threw her over his shoulder.
As he carried her into the inner sanctum, the child
looked like some tiny broken doll as she lay draped
across his broad, muscled chest and back. Cherie
instructed him to put her down on one of the harrowing
mats. While the child looked on in confusion, the ropes
were looped around her knees and her legs were spread
wide.
"You've been a very bad girl," Cherie told her sternly.
"Now you must be punished."
Cherie snatched the necklace and round diamond and
sapphire pendant from around her neck.
"I'm sorry mommy! Aunt Tam and Uncle Eddie, they made
me do it! I'm sorry!" the child cried, but it was much
too late for that. Cherie took up a pair of scissors
and went to work on Cindy's blond tresses.
"There'll be no more tiaras for you, little lady,"
Cherie assured her. "I advise you to hold still." Cindy
begged and wept pitiably but her mother did not put
away the shears until there was a pile of blond locks
with bits of blue and white flowers on the sanctuary
carpet. The remaining hair on the girl's head was as
short and boyish as Io's.
Cherie sat up on her knees to survey her handiwork.
"Not bad. It's a damn sight better hair cut than what
my mother gave me. You look cute, kid." Cherie leaned
forward and bound the child's wrists to a bolt in the
floor. As she did this, she told her, "I saw the movies
you made with Tam and Eddie so I know you're not going
to mind too much what's about to happen to you while
you're tied to this mat just like I was. This is the
only way I know to get you back."
Cindy wept and begged to be let go but it was no use.
Cherie was not listening to her. She was too busy
appraising her 12 year old daughter's body as she lay
stretched open and writhing beneath her. She could
hardly believe how much Cindy had developed in just the
last few weeks. Her legs had grown more shapely and her
hips were much more pronounced than they had been. No
hint of baby fat remained anywhere on her and her
breasts were already as well-defined and full as Io's.
She had no pubes. Tam had obviously seen to that.
Between the girl's legs, her vulva was an exact
miniature of Cherie's with distinct labial petals and a
dainty clitoral nubbin. Cherie ruefully attributed this
sudden maturation to all the semen Eddie pumped into
her, the bastard.
Meanwhile, things were not all business as usual in the
temple for Cup Maiden Andronica. Io commanded her to
lay on the carpet beneath and directly between two of
the broad rafters. Andronica was confused but did as
she was told. A long length of rope was wrapped several
times and tied to each of her wrists and ankles. The
free ends of the ropes were then tossed over the tops
of the rafters. The ropes attached to her wrists were
pulled taut until her arms were raised up and out over
her head, but in this position she was still able to
sit comfortably upright on the floor.
Andronica had seen too much today. She had by no means
recovered from the shock of watching Tam and Eddie
abandon her in the rain outside the mansion while they
sped away like fugitives. Her mind could only be made
to work at the most rudimentary level so she still had
not grasped what was about to happen to her. It came as
a cruel shock to her then when L.T. and Io tugged hard
on the ropes attached to her ankles and her entire body
was lifted nearly three feet off the carpet. The ropes
were tied down to four bolts in the floor and Andronica
was left to dangle suspended face up in the air. She
screamed and struggled and begged to be let down. This
accomplished absolutely nothing except to cause her
body to sway and swing a few inches in every direction.
For this strange new ritual, her every orifice would be
available for penetration. But Io was not yet satisfied
with Andronica's predicament. Something remained undone
and Io made a show of pausing to consider what that
something might be. Then her face lit up and she said,
"Ah-ha!" as she seized a blindfold and practically
skipped over to her distressed sister. Io bent down and
told Andronica she was to be blind to what would be
happening and that she hoped the symbolism was not lost
on her. Io then blindfolded her. The last thing
Andronica saw was an upside down view of Io's already
very moist pussy.
The Children had begun to arrive at the mansion. Each
one disrobed and filed into the sanctuary like they did
most every week. But tonight the congregants were
uneasy. Like any close-knit society of human beings,
the Church of Etta had its own rumor mill which had
been grinding furiously. While details of the showdown
in the driveway remained scarce, everyone had a feeling
that great changes were afoot in the temple. All these
vague misgivings seemed justified when each drone or
tribade stepped through the arch and was greeted by the
sight of the Incarnation pinned and spread-eagled on
the floor next to a pile of her shorn locks and a Cup
Maiden dangling from all fours from the ceiling, and
Tam and Eddie nowhere in sight.
Cherie awoke from her reverie. She looked about the
room and with some surprise noticed almost thirty of
the Children were sitting on the floor watching her.
She stood up and walked over to the drones until she
saw the young man who had given her her first orgasm.
Cherie pointed to him. "Hey you! Fuck my daughter." She
never thought she would hear herself say that.
The young man grinned and practically leaped over to
where Cindy lay. This was something every drone had
been dreaming about and now, for this drone, the dream
had come true. He was going to shove his dick into the
haughty little girl they had crowned the Incarnation.
He carefully positioned himself over Cindy's body and
guided the head of his penis to the concealed little
mouth of her vagina. She was frightened and dry and
begged him to just go away. Then she threw back her
head and shrieked as he pressed his hips down and
stabbed the length of his cock deep into her warm,
tight cunt. With his head and shaft anointed at last
with her little girl juices, the man began to pump her
vigorously.
Cherie stood near by, her feet set wide apart and her
arms folded beneath her breasts, watching. "That's
right, don't pay her any mind. Just fuck her. Fuck her
harder! Fuck her little brains out! Finish her." Then
she knelt down beside her daughter and advised her to
"take it like a woman or I'll have L.T. come over here
and show you what real fucking is all about."
Her words must have reached Cindy for the child ceased
all her pointless writhing and bawling, and instead,
she clamped her teeth together, looked her assailant in
the eye, and began fucking him back. She rose up from
her hips and resolutely met each of his downward
thrusts until a soft purr of mounting excitement
escaped her throat. Within minutes she had wrung every
precious drop of the drone's essence into the snug
embrace of her tiny, throbbing cup.
The young man lay spent and exhausted on top of Cindy
while everyone watched silently and very much aroused.
He could probably have stayed nestled in that warm,
soft place all night had not Io walked over and tapped
him on the shoulder. "You can go sit down now," she
pointedly told him. As soon as he was out of the way,
Io fell upon Cindy's pussy. She drank deeply from the
girl's cup giving her several sharp little nips on and
around her vulva and clit for no other reason than to
hear the girl yelp and to feel her buck and squirm
against her open mouth.
When she was finally done with Cindy, Io fell to the
floor. She convulsed her limbs and rolled about on the
carpet for a moment before stopping to stare glassy-
eyed into the rafters. The Children were all completely
enthralled. Then Cherie took her place between Cindy's
spread and bound thighs. Mother and daughter, their
fierce blue eyes met and locked and stayed locked as
Cherie's head slowly descended down to the level of
Cindy's sharp little mound. Cherie reached out with her
tongue and ran it lightly up and down Cindy's inner
curl of moist, pink flesh. She had intended to repeat
this exercise several times but she could not. As if
her tongue had taken it upon itself to yank the rest of
her body forward, Cherie leaned in suddenly, clasped
her mouth over Cindy's vaginal opening and sucked
lustily. She could not believe how delectably sweet her
daughter's pussy tasted. Cherie knew she was going to
be partaking of this little cup for years to come.
With her mother's tongue probing deeply into and around
the hot neck of her cup, Cindy gyrated her pelvis
rhythmically. The motion was subtle at first for Cindy
was still quite upset with her mother and did not want
her to know how aroused she had become by this
incestuous oral fucking. But soon the gyrations became
pronounced and lewd as one very adult climax and after
another wracked the splayed length and breadth of her
tiny body.
After Cherie had partaken of this most satisfying of
revelations, she drew herself forward on her hands and
knees until she was eye-to-eye with Cindy and kissed
her on the lips. With her breath still redolent of the
juices from her little girl's honey pot, she whispered
thickly into her ear, "Cindy Johansson, you are my
daughter. You are my Cup Maiden!"
Little Io stood up and mounted the dais. Cherie came up
beside her and, as all the Children gasped and stared,
placed the round pendant of the Incarnation around Io's
neck. She completed the act of coronation by allowing
Io to take her in her arms. The two women then shared a
long, passionate kiss. Standing in front of the
cathedra, Io turned to face the gathered, stunned
Children. When she spoke, Io's voice resounded through
the sanctuary and much of the surrounding estate.
"I am Etta's daughter, her heir and her incarnation,"
she told them. "I hereby claim the gift of seeing as my
own. Bow before the Incarnation!"
With little hesitation, the Children all knelt before
Io's feet as she took her place in the high stone
chair. After a moment she bade them to sit up.
"Now that I am your Incarnation and Mother Etta speaks
through me, there are some things I must tell you, my
children," Io continued solemnly. "First, you should
know that Tam and Eddie are dead, or at least they will
be if they show their ugly faces 'round here!"
A murmur rose and died among the congregation and then
nothing could be heard but for the soft weeping of the
blindfolded Cup Maiden hanging from the rafters. But
the new Incarnation was not finished.
"Martin. Jeff. Stand up!" she commanded. The two men
rose reluctantly to their feet, their hands folded
defensively over their withered cocks. "You both have
five minutes to get your asses out of here, and I
suggest you put on some clothes and go find yourselves
some lawyers. You're going to need them. If I ever see
either of you around here again, I will personally cut
your nuts off and feed them to the dogs! Now go!"
Io pointed to the exit, her dark eyes blazing. The
drone called Martin walked stiffly through the beaded
curtain. Jeff turned and looked to Brian and the rest
of his crew but these drones all just cast their eyes
to the carpet. Jeff was on his own now and he too
disappeared from the sanctuary and the Church.
Having dispensed with this necessary bit of house
cleaning, Io turned her attention to more pleasant
matters. "As your mother and leader, I can assure you
there will be more Cup Maidens added to the fold, the
better to accommodate you journey on the path to
perfect peace, my daughters. This is my covenant to
you."
This piece of news was welcomed as warmly by the drones
as it was the tribades.
"Finally," Io told them, "be it witnessed by all that
Cherie shall be and is my High Cup Maiden."
Cherie rose and took her place on the right hand side
of Io's seat. Io turned to her. "Who shall be your
Alpha, my High Cup Maiden?"
Cherie looked over the faces of the assembled drones
and announced with pride, "Be it known that I choose
L.T. to be my Alpha."
The big man rose, his face beaming with satisfaction,
and strode like a warrior to take his place on the left
hand side of the Incarnation. With all the pieces now
in place, Io turned to the matter of Andronica. Her
voice began to crack with commingled anger and lust.
"Tonight, oh my children, to consecrate my Ascension,
my sister Andronica has offered up all of her body to
be scourged and harrowed, as is most pleasing to Etta!"
Io jumped down from her throne. She walked over to
Andronica and knelt down to whisper in her ear. "You
don't have to do this," she told her. "Just say the
word and I will cut you down but if I do, you'll have
to leave here and never come back. You won't be a Cup
Maiden. You won't be my sister. You'll have to go back
to being nothing."
"Please let me stay," pleaded Andronica. "I'll do it.
I'll do anything you want."
"I'm glad to here you say that," replied Io. "As of
tonight, you will be living in the mansion. I've
prepared a room for you right next to mine. You will be
pornae, at least for the time being."
Andronica thanked her tearfully but Io hardly heard
her. She had located her leather flail and positioned
herself behind Andronica so that she was looking at the
back of her firm, caramel legs, ass and exposed vulva.
Like a major league pitcher bringing the heat, Io wound
up and brought the whip down smartly dead center across
the vertical seam from which Andronica's clit and labia
peeped out. Andronica, who was still blindfolded,
screamed in shock and sudden ghastly pain as her body
swayed and jerked in the air like some poor, stricken
marionette. Io brought the lash down again, crack,
across the unfortunate girl's thighs and buttocks,
crack, over her belly, mound and slit, crack, down her
taint and anus. All the while Andronica continued to
shriek and bounce.
Io stepped up between Andronica's legs and began
bringing the flail ends of the lash down hard across
the erring maiden's breasts and nipples. Cherie decided
she had seen enough. Andronica's only crime, as far as
Cherie could tell, was having been Tam's friend. Cherie
would stop this and, if her lover still had the
bloodlust by the end of the evening, she was welcome to
lash Cherie's body when they retire to their bed.
Cherie firmly took hold of Io's whip hand. The girl
turned on her, her face black and contorted.
"Io baby, I want you to listen to me," Cherie told her
as calmly as she could. "You are our leader now, and
sometimes leading means knowing when to cut someone a
little slack."
Io glowered at her but finally relented and allowed
Cherie to gently pry her fingers from the whip's wooden
stock. She looked over to L.T. and told him, "She's all
yours now." Then she and Cherie, arms around each
other's shoulders, ascended the dais.
Andronica hung from her four ropes. She was moaning and
her head lolled unsupported, but it would not be
unsupported for long. L.T. walked up to her and, taking
his formidable erection in hand, allowed its tip to
brush across her lips. Andronica understood and opened
wide her mouth to receive his cock. L.T. eased it in
and out of her mouth, pushing in a little further each
time. Looking down he could watch his cock penetrate
deeper into Andronica's soft, slender neck.
While he fucked her throat, L.T. directed first one
drone and then other to lay into her sore, vulnerable
pussy. With two men fucking in tandem on either end of
the girl, they easily fell into a rhythm by which the
deep, forward thrusts into her abdomen caused her body
to swing forward until all of L.T.'s 12" penis
disappeared up her neck only to partially reappear as
she swung back to greet the next stroke of the cock
that was being thrust into her vagina. For L.T., the
sensation was delightful; he hardly needed to move at
all. For Andronica, less so. She was never sure when
she might be able to snatch fresh air into her lungs
again. Thin lines of drool and L.T.'s precum streamed
from the sides of her mouth down past and into the
cloth of her blindfold.
With Andronica's cup overflowing, L.T. gave orders to
his drones to begin plugging away on her ass. By an
impressive feat of self-control, he had forestalled the
moment of his own climax in order to draw out the
maiden's ordeal of merciless double penetration. Her
swinging became more pronounced and vigorous as her
prim anal ring resisted and then yielded to each new
intruder. At last the large man could hold back no
longer. With a deep growl, he rammed himself fully down
Andronica's neck until his immense scrotum enveloped
and tightened around her nose and thick ropes of semen
flooded her esophagus.
At last the Alpha withdrew the length of his
temporarily satisfied cock from her throat and mouth.
No longer supported by that stern beam, her head lolled
all the way back until viscous globs of saliva and seed
rolled down from her gaping mouth and congealed in
trails in her permed black ringlets of hair. With a big
drone still sawing away on the tender walls of her
rectum, Andronica choked and pleaded for Io to release
her from the cords which still held her suspended.
After the drone had spent himself deep into the
maiden's anal cavity, Io obliged her, but only half
way. At Io's signal, Ellen Anne sliced the ropes which
held Andronica's arms, but the bindings around her
ankles remained tautly in place. Consequently, the back
of the maiden's head, neck and shoulders fell to the
floor with the rest of her body suspended above her at
an angle of 45 uncomfortable degrees. With her cup thus
elevated, L.T. sent a succession of eager drones into
her pussy until its contents flowed freely between her
buttocks, down the length of her spine and puddled
sloppily beneath her shoulder blades. Thus filled up
from this position, Andronica paid her penance to all
of the tribade-sisters who closed in around her to
partake and receive their revelation until the
evening's ritual was mercifully at an end.
Throughout Andronica's ordeal, little Cindy remained
bound on her mat, on display but otherwise untouched.
As Andronica was at last released and helped to her
feet, Cherie gathered up Cindy and, along with
Andronica and Io, ushered her into the sanctuary of the
Cup Maidens. There the child was embraced as an equal
in the sacred sisterhood of the Cup Maidens of Etta,
with the one exception that her mother sternly
admonished her not to even think about getting a drink
from the bar. That night Cindy, Cherie and Io retired
together to the apartment Io and Cherie now shared.
There the three maidens romped together in the big bed
until the sleep goddess arrived to claim her due. They
had all had a big day.
The following day Cherie and Cindy never left each
other's side. Between them there were many amends to be
made and pardons freely granted. The Harrowing Ritual
was held that evening and, at their mutual insistence,
mother and daughter were bound side by side on the
chamber's floor. For two hours Cherie and Cindy
joyfully fucked and fed all comers until the last
bitter remnants of their estrangement had been pumped
and sucked out of their hearts. The renewed bond
between them was strong. It was stronger than any
mother-daughter bond had ever been for Cherie and Cindy
were now bound together by ties of blood and of the
cup. They had gone down the path together, and together
had staked out their own little corner of perfect
peace.
VII. Epilogue
The Church of Etta thrives under the new regime. Io and
Cherie have instituted several reforms, most of which
pertain to the manner by which new Cup Maidens are
selected. While the duties and privileges of a woman
with that title have remained virtually unchanged,
certain elements of coercion and deception formerly
incidental to the selection and early training process
have, where practicable, been eliminated. Prospective
candidates are now discretely screened and carefully
vetted. And, thanks largely to Io and Cherie's webpage
and some very tantalizing word of mouth dropped into
the ears of a privileged few, there is today no
shortage of beautiful and intelligent young women eager
to have the title of Cup Maiden of Etta bestowed upon
them. Cherie and Io have already selected, and
personally sampled, three such women.
Eddie and Tam remain at large. Cherie knows that, with
the resources of the Foundation behind her, she could
easily track the pair down and mete out justice to them
personally. But today Cherie's mind is not vexed by
thoughts of revenge. She is living in their house,
sleeping in their bed, driving their cars and gleefully
spending the money they had once thought was their own.
This, she believes, should be vengeance enough.
The hand-to-mouth existence of Cherie's former life is
now only a memory and she is today free to pursue other
interests. Cherie elected to take her education to the
next level and today she is a third year law student
and expects to graduate near the top of her class.
After she has passed the bar, and no one who knows her
has any doubt but that she will, Cherie anticipates
having only one client: the church to which she has
dedicated herself: mind, body and soul.
Cherie and Cindy remain as close as ever. By all
appearances, they lead an unremarkable suburban life
during the week. Cherie is dedicated to her studies and
Cindy is a happy, well-adjusted teenager who excels in
her own school work. But on the weekends they are Cup
Maidens of Etta. Who would ever want to walk away from
that?
Cherie hopes anyone who reads her story will glean
something of value they can use in their own life, and
that she not be judged too harshly. It is her firm
belief that she acted at all times only as some very
unusual circumstances demanded. Nothing more, nothing
less. Her conscience is clear and she has no regrets.
It is Cherie's fondest wish that each of you finds your
own path to perfect peace.
THE END
Author's Note: In presenting this account of Cherie's
experiences, I have strived to remain true to the facts
as they occurred. Of the events hereinbefore recounted
not actually witnessed by me, I have relied primarily
upon Cherie's own version of events supplemented by the
accounts of certain others who were also present. Where
these accounts have been in conflict, I have taken some
license in reconciling them so as to provide the reader
with a more cohesive narrative. In the interests of
privacy, the names of persons depicted, including the
name of the Church's founding matriarch, have been
changed or omitted. M.C.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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