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Subject: Sacrifice to the Goddess (Femdom)
Date: Tue, 01 Oct 1996 03:04:59 GMT
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Sacrifice to the Goddess

Again Orpheo was depressed.  How his life could have been different.
Having been born the son of a wealthy Macedonian nobleman, his
expectations were higher, and the bitterness of his slavery thus more
biting.  And he just wasn’t any slave.  He was the servant of a lowly
Greek shepherd!  These Greeks confused him.  In his native Macedonia,
no one but noblemen owned slaves, yet in Greece, as reward for the
successful wars fought by their “citizen” armies, many young men such
as himself, now found themselves serving peasants.

His depression was brought on by the realization that his eighteenth
birthday was approaching.  If he had not been a slave, he would soon
be marrying and taking his rightful place in the world.  Now what
prospects did he have.  Although ruggedly handsome with dark wavy hair
and deep brown eyes, he was as yet unknown to women.  Yes it was true
that on the few occasions his master took him into the city he made
quite an impression on the women there, but still who would bother
with a slave.  He had not been fortunate enough to be indentured to
some nobleman’s house where he could exorcise his passions with some
lusty house maid.  Jocco, his master, had no other slaves, and being a
shepherd he also had no dealings with other people.   As he lay down
upon the warm grassy ground and looked up at the sky his hand wandered
again under his tunic to stroke that appendage he feared he would
never be able to use as it was intended.   After his lust was
satisfied he fell into a deep sleep.

Several hours later he was awoken by the sound of a lamb crying in
great pain.  Filled with panic he jumped to his feet and pulled on his
sandals.  If one of the sheep were lost, Jocco would beat him
unmercifully.   Still groggy with sleep he stumbled through the woods
following the sound.  After a few minutes he approached a clearing and
crouched as he heard dozens of young women’s voices.  Orpheo could not
believe his young virgin eyes.  In the clearing were two dozen women,
completely naked writhing in the moonlight.  His eyes were transfixed
as dozens of young supple breasts swayed rhythmically to light flute
music one of the older women were playing.  In the center of this
ceremony, one of his sheep lay on a stone alter, eviscerated from
crotch to neck.  Slowly each of the young women began to scoop out the
entrails and smear the blood over their bodies.  Orpheo was completely
paralyzed with both lust and fear.  Having never seen a woman naked,
his penis began to awaken from the frenetic display being presented.
Each girl sensously coated their breasts and stomachs with the poor
sheep’s blood.  As they danced, their pace increased as each one began
to lower their hands to their shaved crotches.

Joining in unconsciously, Orpheo began to masturbate along with the
nymphs.  After five or six minutes all of the girls came together in
one gigantic orgiastic scream.   Suddenly a blue light began to appear
over the alter.

“Visit us Aphrodite!  Appear to your unworthy supplicants!”  They
began to scream as the continued to finger themselves into ecstasy.

Then he saw her!  Standing seven feet tall she was stunning.  Her
breasts were large and perfectly round.  Her long hair fell about her
shoulders and wrapped around her waist.  Her tresses were like spun
gold.  On her crotch her pubic hair appeared as golden fire and
crackled and popped in the wind.  Orpheo was in the presence of
Aphrodite!

The site of the Goddess was too much for a mortal man to bear.  Orpheo
was racked with searing pain throughout he testicles and he fell to
the ground in agony.  All the lust and desire one could ever acquire
in one lifetime now burst through him at once.   A he looked at his
crotch he was afraid he would burst.  His cock was now purple and
throbbing uncontrollably, his testicles dark and engorged with semen.
He cried out in torment for relief.

“SILENCE!”  Aphrodite commanded.  Her supplicants obeyed  and
immediately the evening was as still as a dead winters night.  “WHAT
MAN DARES TO DISTURB MY SANCTUARY!” She screamed, causing the trees to
quiver at her fury.  Frightened, Julia, one of  Aphrodite’s young
worshippers found Orpheo grasping his engorged balls groaning in the
bushes.  “Here he is mighty Aphrodite!  Here is the defiler!” she
screamed as she dragged Orpheo into the clearing.  Orpheo trembled in
fear and cowered before the vengeful Goddess.  “Please Aphrodite,  I
did not mean to offend you!  Please have mercy!”  He dared not look at
her again, but just shivered and groveled at her feet.  

“Hmmmmm” Aphrodite thought as she looked at the young slave at her
feet.  Although a goddess, she was always searching for new delights.
“I shall spare you” she declared as she shrank her appearance to that
of  a beautiful young maiden.  ”My form will now be less dangerous to
you” she said as she gently cupped her long slender fingers under his
jaw.  As she touched his face she smiled even wider.  “You are a
virgin!” she exclaimed.  Orpheo turned red from shame and fear as he
slowly turned his eyes upwards to her.  Even now in mortal form she
was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.  Her feminine form was
perfect as her breast hung heavy from her chest and her long golden
hair tossed in the breeze.  Instantly Orpheo was hopelessly in love
with her.  “Yes,  you are to my liking!” she smirked.  

“What sacrifices do you Spartan camp followers bring me!  Lambs blood!
Ha!  This is better than any blood sacrifice you could ever present!”
she mocked her followers.

Now afraid of offending their goddess,  Mara,  a lovely dark-haired
Athenian girl lifted  her dagger and rushed at Orpheo.  “No No”
Aphrodite corrected as she prevented Mara from killing Orpheo.  “I
have a better sacrifice in mind.  But for this sacrifice, we must keep
him alive.”

“Orpheo! stand up!” she bellowed.  Orpheo, deep in a romantic trance
obeyed and stood before her obediently. 

“A young mans unfulfilled desire is like ambrosia to me” Aphrodite
told her priestess.  “You are to sacrifice this mans desire to my
presence from now on, but you must never let his appetite be whetted.
The stronger his desire,  the more I will shower you and your
followers with blessings.  Now go and do as I command!”  and with that
she dissolved into nothingness.  

Orpheo, now out of  the goddesses presence, began to regain his
senses.  As he shook his head to release the sleepiness, he was
disconcerted to discover he was now the center of attention for all
these beautiful women.  

“Come with me Orpheo, come to my bed”  Mara cooed invitingly as she
stroked her hands across Orpheos chest.  

“No me, Orpheo, me!”  Julia pleaded as she raked her nails down his
back.  Orpheo’s head was swimming with a combination of confusion and
delight.  A few hours he was bemoaning his potentially permanent
virginity and now he was being fought over by two of the most lovely
women he had seen.  

“No no girls, remember what Aphrodite instructed” Sibyl, Aphrodite’s
chief priestess, lectured as she led Orpheo from the clutches of Mara
and Julia.  Orpheo was still hazy from the vision of Aphrodite so he
compliantly let himself be led.  As he stared deeply into Sibyl’s
black eyes he felt himself unable to move.  As the knots of his tunic
were cut away he tried in vain to cover his shame but found that his
arms were equally frozen.  The stifled giggles and gasps of approval
from the other girls caused his face to glow red in shame, but he was
impotent to fight his humiliation.  

As a golden collar was locked around his neck and his wrists were
shackled to it, his brain raced in fear.  Was he to suffer the same
fate as the sheep.  As his mind frantically puzzled his heinous fate,
Julia knelt before him and took his erect cock into her velvety mouth.
The sensation of her skilled tongue on his tortured organ temporarily
distracted him from his worries of danger.  As he felt the sperm rise
in his bowels, Joco came crashing through the clearing.  “DAMN THAT
ORPHEO!  I WILL SKIN HIM ALIVE FOR HIS LAZINESS!” 

When Jocco looked up and realized he was in the presence of Sibyl, the
chief priestess of Aphrodite, he prostrated himself before her and
begged her pardon for his sacrilege.

“Rise humble servant”  Sibyl commanded and Jocco rose to his feet.
When he saw Orpheo being serviced by one of the temple girls, his eyes
about flew out of his head.  “Is this your slave?”  Sibyl asked
nonchalantly.

“Yes Mistress” Jocco answered humbly.

“Here!” Sibyl  said as she tossed Jocco a bag of gold.  “This should
cover his price.  We are purchasing him for the temple.”

Jocco, astonished at the generous sum he just received, grabbed the
bag and bowed his way out of the clearing.  “There Orpheo”  Sibyl said
as Orpheo writhed in sensuous pleasure.  “You belong to Aphrodite
now.”  Then Sibyl, sensing his imminent release, placed her hand onto
Julia’s head, causing her to immediately stop her oral ministrations.


Orpheo, reeling from pleasure and desperate for release, swayed
forward as he almost fell.  Pleadingly he gazed into her eyes and
begged her to have Julia finish him.  “Sorry Orpheo, you are to remain
technically chaste.  Never again will you feel the warm release of
orgasm, only the slow erotic build to the tortuous brink.”  With that
Sibyl clapped her hands and they began to lead the bound, naked, erect
and desperate Orpheo off to the temple.  As they left Orpheo wondered
what torments awaited him.  

To be continued......