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Anna's Next Husband

By: glossophile



Paul turned up the collar of his light jacket and stuck his hands in its pockets to ward off the chill of the bitter wind that had come with the late November dusk. This part of the city was unknown to him. He had been walking the streets aimlessly since mid-afternoon trying to recover after having his heart and dreams shattered.

The day had been warm and sunny earlier on and on impulse he had skipped his afternoon architecture class at the university intending a surprise visit with his fiance Kathy, hoping the balmy weather might have put her in the mood for a quickie. The door of her apartment on the second floor was open. He entered and heard a rhythmic thumping from the direction of the bedroom. The door was closed but when he approached he heard the screeches and wails of a woman in the throes of pain or pleasure. Panic took him. Was Kathy being raped? He flung the door open looked over the foot of the bed to see his prim and proper young blonde fiance naked, facing him, straddling the groin of a naked man lying on his back. She was anally impaled on his long thick cock, riding it hard and loving it, grimacing and squealing, eyes glazed over in her wanton lust.

Paul stood gaping, horrified. The man let out a lusty grunt of satisfaction and Kathy answered with her own shriek of orgasmic delight. His cock slipped loose from her tight pocket and a creamy fountain of cum spurted up across her belly and breasts. Inevitably her eyes cleared and fell on Paul, standing there open mouthed. She didn't say a word, just smirked, took the ring from her finger and tossed it in Paul's face. The man raised his head and peered around Kathy to look at him and grinned. It was Rex Richter, quarterback of the university football team, unregenerate sexist, suspected serial date rapist. He was often the subject of Kathy's "feminist" rants.

Words seemed pointless. He backed out of the room and fled, down the stairs, out into the street and just started walking. Full darkness had set in. The nip in the air cleared his mind a bit and he realized he was not only cold but famished and most of all in need of a stiff drink. He looked around. Nothing but dark residential streets. He was lost. His hand went to the pocket where he kept his smartphone to find it empty. Must have left it in the car. He thought of perhaps knocking on the door of one of the houses to ask directions but didn't want the embarrassment or any trouble. Nothing to do but walk on.

He picked a direction at random, looking left and right at each intersection. After several blocks he looked to his right and about a block down the street dead ended and there was a what looked like a restaurant or bar, at least there was a wooden sign out front lit from above. It was an old stone building with a few stone steps leading up to a heavy wooden iron bound door. As he approached he could see the sign said "Lilith's"and in smaller lettering below "Steaks, Seafood, Spirits, Sisterhood". He puzzled a bit over the last word but shrugged and climbed the stairs, opened the door and entered. In his hunger and thirst he hadn't noticed the small sign next to the door saying "Private. Members Only."

He was in a bar room. Off to the right was a bar, to his left were a few tables and a hallway leading to the restrooms. Straight ahead was a wide opening in a stone wall and he saw tables and chairs, a restaurant obviously. On its back wall was a large fireplace burning brightly serving as muted lighting for the room along with candles in sconces along the walls. A few tables were occupied, all by women, dressed in leather or furs. The bar to his right was L shaped and ended in a dark corner along the wall that bounded the restaurant. It was unoccupied. That seemed perfect for a man in his straits and he headed for that corner taking the last stool. There was nobody behind the bar at first but then a tall young woman with short blonde hair entered through a door in the back bar. She glanced his way and a frown crossed her face as she approached him, pointing toward the door.

"This is a private club mister and I'll have to ask you to..."

"It's OK Elsa, he's with me. I invited him earlier today. Let him have whatever he likes on my tab."

The voice came from behind him, a woman's voice, low pitched, sultry with an accent he thought must be Russian.

The bartender's expression changed instantly to one of respect as her eyes turned to the woman who had spoken.

"Of course Ms. Rostova. I'm so sorry. It seemed like he had wandered in uninvited."

Paul spun around and felt a warm flush and a fluttering of his heart when he saw the woman who stood there. He looked up into a face of regal arrogance, strong chin, wide full lips, perfect nose, large wide set dark eyes under heavy arching bows, high forehead. A cascade of chestnut hair fell over the shoulders of the long sable coat she wore. She was tall, taller than his own six foot and one even without the tall black stiletto heeled boots she wore. He guessed she was somewhere in her early forties, mature yet youthful, in the fullest flowering of her womanhood.

But his initial shock wore off after a moment and her turned away. Women weren't high on his list of favorites just then and he felt annoyed at having strayed in to a den full of them. But the memory of the cold outside and his thirst for a strong one took hold and he took advantage of the offer from his new benefactress and ordered a double scotch straight up. When it was served to him he tossed it down at a gulp, asked for another, gulped the next one too and held out his glass again.

He heard the stool next to him scrape on the floor as it was moved and from the corner of his eye saw the woman settle into it.

"Having a bad day are we now? That whiskey will have you on the floor before I even get a chance to know your name. I think some wine would be better. It will soothe your spirits without putting you on your back."

She held up her hand to stop the bartender from serving his third whisky and asked for a bottle of Merlot and two glasses instead. Paul sat with his face averted leaning on the bar, stubborn in refusal to acknowledge her even after her kindness.

"Please. My name is Anna. I think you owe me at least a bit of courtesy. You could be back out in the cold by now instead of warming yourself with good whisky."

A hand fell on his shoulder, a gentle touch but one that made it clear there would be no relenting until she had her way.

"It's clear someone has hurt you, a woman no doubt. Please don't tar us all with the same brush."

Her low soothing tone of voice softened him a bit and then he felt the tip of her fingernail under his chin. He allowed her to raise his head and turn it, compelled by a will he could tell was much stronger than his own. He found himself with chin perched on the tip of her index finger looking into knowing brown eyes bottomless in their depth.

"That's better. Now your name please."

He stammered an introduction as the whisky started taking hold, softening him, making tears come.

"Now tell me, please, what happened?"

He blurted out the story of his sad day choking back sobs while glancing up occasionally into eyes soft with compassion. Then he set his jaw and passed his sleeve across his eyes to wipe away the tears.

"Damn! You must think I'm such a crybaby!"

"I think you're a very attractive and sexy man who's not afraid to show his feelings. There's no shame in being sensitive dear. The shallow, fickle little slut was unworthy of you."

She reached out a hand to touch his cheek. "There's another kind of woman Paul, a kind that knows how to appreciate a man like you. You've just met one and she's dying to know you better. Come along. Let's get a table. I'm famished myself and if I don't get some food in you soon I'll have to carry you home with me."

Hearing those words about himself from this stunning beauty who had appeared in his life from the blue made him shed his sorrow and loneliness and follow her into the restaurant walking on air.

Anna had been in the restroom when Paul walked into the bar and came out just in time to see him slip into the shadows of the corner. But she could see him clearly enough that he piqued her interest, a fine looking young man, sandy-haired trim and fit, manly but with an air of sensitivity. And there was a subtle "something" about him, a glow. She was smitten. She couldn't be sure but her feeling was strong. Divine Mother willing he might just be her next husband. She was married already, for seven years and for the third time, and happy in the way only a woman of her kind could be but that predatory instinct was always there. Here was a young man who might bring new excitement into her life. He sparked a craving for more and better always just below the surface even in the midst of her day to day contentment. It seemed an omen that he had walked into the private retreat of her an her sisters seemingly out of nowhere. She had stalked toward him, a tigress on the hunt.

They reached the table, one in the corner of the room and cloaked in semi-darkness, lit by only three candles, and sat down. A waitress came and Anna ordered the same thing for both of them without even consulting him, rare porterhouse steaks baked potatoes, salad and more wine. He wondered why she kept her fur coat on but noticed the old stone building was a bit chilly and drafty.

She filled her glass with wine and he held his out to her.

"No Paul. Wait awhile, until our food comes at least. I can tell that whisky has taken its toll already and there's so much more I want to know about you. Tell me more about yourself."

He looked into those big eyes gazing at him as if in rapt attention and soon he was pouring out everything, rambling. She took the role of perfect listener, keeping eye contact, nodding, sometimes asking questions or breaking out in a lusty laugh at his dry witticisms. All the while his eyes were riveted on her and he mentally pinched himself over and over wondering if could really be true that this goddess-like creature could find him so interesting.

Dinner arrived and she let him have wine. He fell to, ravenous, even though the steak was more rare and bloody than he was used to. Ignoring her at first but then catching himself, not wanting to seem rude, he looked up to see her lost in her own private feast, a carnivorous gleam in her eye, not a hint of daintiness. Bloody juice ran down her chin. She saw him watching, giggled, blushed and wiped it away but kept eating. Soon both plates were pushed away and they settled back in their chairs. They finished off the wine while Paul talked on and Anna politely fended of any questions about herself. Then she glanced at the big clock hanging above the fireplace.

"My how time flies. We really should be going."

She took a phone out of her coat pocket and sent a quick text. An answer came in just a moment.

"Come along Paul, the car is waiting out front."

She stood up and headed toward the door as if taking for granted he would follow. Paul looked at the clock himself and saw it was about 10:00. It seemed just minutes ago that he had first looked into Anna's eyes yet really several hours had passed.

"But where are we going? I should probably be heading home."

"We're going to my house silly, where do you think? It's not often I meet a delightful young man like you and I want us to spend some time in a more private place."

"Oh! Well...sure. I guess. Why not?" He followed her to the door like a lost puppy.

As Anna led Paul through the room she glanced from side to side catching the eyes of the women sitting at the other tables. There were subtle winks, thumbs up signs and a few envious glares.

Paul rushed ahead to open the front door for Anna. A black limo waited out front. The door opened automatically and they stepped into the rich leather interior and took seats facing each other. The door closed. Black curtains covered the windows making it impossible to see outside.

"Home Emma," Anna said and the car sped off. Paul could only guess where they were going and after a few turns and curves gave up trying. In perhaps twenty minutes the car made a right turn and slowed down. He could hear a garage door opening.

The car door opened and they disembarked into a garage. He followed Anna up a few steps to the door, down a long hallway and through another door that led into a breathtaking room with high beamed ceiling, rich dark woodwork and furnishings and elegant leather chairs and sofa arranged around a fireplace. A fire burned brightly, the room's only light.

He followed her across the room toward the fireplace. Two overstuffed armchairs sat facing each other with the sofa forming the base of a U-shape. Anna invited him to sit in one of the chairs. He settled in and watched her as she unbuttoned her coat and tossed it on the sofa then gasped and stared open-mouthed. She was naked under the coat except for the black boots that came to mid thigh. He fidgeted, looking away then looking back, finally unable to do anything but gape at the amazon goddess that stood before him. Her amazon warrior's body put to scorn all skinny super models. She posed herself with chin high, hands on hips, broad shoulders back, flaunting her firm heavy breasts. Her waist tapered deeply then flared out into the broad lovely curvature of her hips. Beneath her firm belly and framed by her comely thighs was a dense triangular thicket matching the color of her other hair. She yawned, stretched, casually scratched at her bush and then caught Paul's eye as he sat there staring, holding his jacket across his lap to cover the bulge in his pants.

"I hate clothes and I try to be naked as much as possible. I don't think it's entirely fair for you to be sitting there with your clothes on while I'm parading my own flesh in front of you. And don't be ashamed of your erection. I would rather expect you to have one. I would be insulted if you didn't. Come on! Strip for me!" He hesitated. "Now Paul!"

His shaking hands went to the buttons of his shirt, driven by another will. He tossed the shirt aside, kicked off his shoes, slipped from his socks and dropped his pants around his ankles. That left him standing there in his white briefs, his erection stretching them nearly to the tearing point. She laughed but then gave him an impatient glare and soon he stood there naked and red faced, a rock hard erection jutting out and up.

Anna laughed and clapped her hands. "My, that is some erection. I'm flattered. Now come over here and help me out of my boots."

He stepped toward her across the space between them and when he was within her reach she pushed him to his knees. Her bush was just in front of his face. Whiffs of her animal perfume wafted over his nostrils. The boots had zippers down their sides. With fumbling hands he unzipped them and helped her step out of them. She sat back in her chair and settled in with legs slightly apart giving him just a glimpse of her cunt as he knelt before her. His eyes were riveted there. Seemingly just to torment him Anna asked him a few more banal questions about himself while casually shifting positions, giving him a lewd display. Most of his answers to her questions tailed off in mid-sentence and he just kept staring.

"Sorry Paul. Silly me. Sometimes I just beat around the bush as they say." She chuckled. "If you want a better look at me you should come closer."

He needed no encouragement. Knee walking forward, shaking, he came within her reach. She took a gentle grip on a lock of his hair and pulled him in closer yet, just inches away. Her scent hung heavy in the small space between them. 

"You like it?"

"It's beautiful!"

"Don't be shy. Taste me!" He leaned in, tentative at first, extending his tongue, giving one small lapping stroke from bottom to top. Taste and scent dizzied him and he pressed in deep, burying his face in her wetness laving his tongue about, drinking it in. Some faint buried memory seemed to tell him what to do. He worked his tongue about, exploring, seeking, probing deep in her vagina eliciting a gasp of surprise. Anna moaned in growing pleasure, rolling her hips, passing her lushness over his face again and again, guiding him to the places that brought delight. Her body tingled and she felt the soft tissues of her pussy swell. Amazement filled her at the orgasm she felt welling up so soon under the tongue of this untutored young thing.

"Goddess! What a tongue! He gets in so deep! And how can he know so much?" she wondered silently. "Is he just a natural?"

It didn't take long. Wordlessly, she urged him to linger in her vagina for awhile, probing, tongue fucking her until she was ready. With a tug on his ears she brought him up to where her hot pink button awaited the attentions of his slithering tongue. Some long seconds later a warm surge of delight coursed through the whole of her body and she shuddered and convulsed through an exquisite climax ending with a deep sigh and a sweet blanking out into unconsciousness.

When Anna came and went limp Paul laid his head across her hairy mount and waited, not sure what to do next. Anna roused herself from her pleasant stupor and took his face between her hands, holding it close to hers. 

"You were wonderful Paul!" She reached down and took his cock in hand, stroking it softly. "You should come too now. You've earned it darling!"

Taking that as his cue Paul surged forward and wrapped his arms around her pressing her against the back of the chair while driving his cock up between her legs trying to enter her. He was resisted with a strength that shocked him and found himself pushed backward hard, getting a harsh slap across the face before he reeled to the floor onto his knees.

He held a hand across his cheek until the pain subsided, just stared at the floor for awhile in hurt bewilderment. Timorously, he looked up at her seeing anger. But her face softened when she sensed his pain and confusion.

"I'm sorry I hit you Paul but I had to make things clear. You will come but we we won't be doing it that way. Perhaps some day that will happen but that's a long story and for another time."

She pointed across the room toward a door.

"Go in the bathroom and get a towel, one of the big ones."

He complied though baffled, making his way to the bathroom, rummaging through the linen closet until he found a broad, burgundy towel. She had him spread the towel out on the floor in front of her with it's length stretching out between her feet and where he knelt on the floor. He looked at her, expression quizzical. 

"Use your hand Paul. You know how to do it. All men do."

He blushed deep red, reluctant and looked to her face to see an impatient glower. But then she thought better of it and her expression turned to one of flirtation. She posed herself provocatively, fondling herself shamelessly, breasts and pussy. It dawned on him that she was trying to help, trying to make him unable to resist his right hand's impulse to grab his cock and finish it. He yielded with a sigh, taking his shaft in hand, stroking along its length. He felt embarrassed at first, not wanting to let on how often he had done this and how well he knew how to do it. But in the end there was no stopping nature from taking its course. Anna's lewd posturing closed the deal. He felt an extra hardening of his pole and a welling up in his balls. The first spurt came with a wave of sharp pleasure. It flew across the length of the towel and splattered over Anna's feet. A second one, even stronger, hit her shins and dribbled downward. A third and final one, strongest of all, arched through the air and landed in a gob squarely on her bush. She burst out in a gale of bawdy laughter, slapping the arms of the chair, unable to contain herself. Paul slumped forward, limp and spent, catching himself on his hands feeling wilted and shamed.


Anna's Next Husband Ch. 02: Claudia's Quest



Authors note to gentle reader: It is advisable to read the first installment, "Anna's Next Husband" before reading this story. Certain things will be explained there. Also there was a certain element of "Anna's Next Husband" that some found unpalatable. It is integral to the tale so it has not been entirely eliminated. But it has been very much downplayed and made implicit rather than explicit.

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A heat haze hung over the city that early June Saturday afternoon and Claudia Marne, Reverend Sister and chief priestess of the local Temple of Lilith, took refuge from the sweltering sun on a bench beneath the boughs of a wide spreading oak that stood along the park's winding lagoon. The deep shade, her airy off white linen sundress and the occasional wafting breeze were all that made the heat bearable. She looked to her left and in the distance saw a young man in T-shirt, cargo shorts and sandals walking toward her down the asphalt trail that led along the lagoon's shore. As he drew nearer she could see he was ginger haired, short, just a bit over five feet tall she guessed, but well muscled and fit. Just as he came near her emerald eyes met his deep blue ones and they locked glances for a long moment. In just that brief glance she sensed a depth and soulfulness in him. And beyond that she caught a hint of pensiveness and inner turmoil. He gave her a warm, kind smile which she returned and they exchanged hellos. He turned away as he passed by but as her eyes followed him she saw him look back briefly until their eyes met again. Then he turned away sharply with a small shake of his head as if forcing himself.

He was quite a departure from the typical sneering young pig-males who had been passing by. They scorned her because of her fullness of figure, some even making snide comments over their shoulders as they strolled away.

The young man continued on his way until he reached the next bench in the shade of another tree and sat down. Claudia watched him. Young women were walking by as well, singly or in pairs and groups on their way to the park's beach. Most wore the scantiest bikinis the law would allow, using the heat as an excuse to parade their flesh. As they passed the young man he would first just stare and then seemingly force himself to look away, then look back again, then away. Often he would put elbows on knees and stare at the ground, seeming to try and gather his resolve or think through a knotty problem. A tall young blonde passed by, womanly parts half exposed and he just gaped until she passed from view, then hastily made the sign of the cross and looked back at the ground.

That was enough for Claudia. She sensed vulnerability and a rare opportunity. A moist warmth blossomed between her comely thighs and the predatory instinct common to all Sisters took hold. Could he be the one? She was seeking that special soul mate, a "last", not merely another "next" who would be married and enjoyed until the spark was gone then castrated and sold. She was on her third such husband and her life had been most pleasurable with all of them, but now her quest was for perfection. She rose from the bench and made her way down the path toward where the young man sat with eyes downcast, stalking him like the cougar she was.

Her search had begun over a year ago when her best friend and exemplary Sister Anna had found, seduced and married Paul, that rare gem to be found among the rubble heaps of pig-males that littered the world. One heavenly morning Paul had performed the one and only act that spoke of limitless and selfless love and Anna had taken him as her "Last", the one she would have and hold for life. Anna was generous in sharing Paul with her. They would swap husbands frequently, as was customary courtesy among Sisters, and Paul's special talents and attentions brought not just ecstasy to her but a lustful envy she kept secret out of shame. Showing jealousy was bad form among Sisters and as a Reverend Sister it was her duty to set an example for all.

So she suppressed her envy, put on her best face to the world and settled for the marital pleasures to be found with her husband Charles, a sweet and devoted man who never failed to give his all to please her. He took the edge off her itching lust but she no longer drifted off into that sweet soft satisfying sleep that came from complete satisfaction. Often in her frustration she would retire to the Temple's dungeon to hurt and degrade one of the dozen pig-males held captive there for use by any Sister in a bad mood rather than take it out on poor Charles who seemed to sense that his balls hung by a thin thread and lived in fear as it was. His desperation to please her made his attentions more enjoyable than ever but now even his best was not enough. Only fervent prayers to the Divine Mother gave her the strength to carry on.

She had gone on the prowl, searching through singles bars, the college campus, the streets of the city at large finding several likely candidates, sweet, sensitive, submissive men, excellent marriage material. She praised the Mother in prayer for putting at least a few men on the earth who weren't incorrigible pig-males. The Temple maintained several apartments in the city for use as love nests by Sisters in their trysts while courting new mates. Claudia made use of these at her convenience, luring the young men there, seducing and testing them. Seduction and conquest were always delightful. Her arts and wiles and the scent and taste of her lush pussy never failed to make them fall in love with her but in the end all were found wanting and she used the powers of hypnosis that were part of the training of every Reverend Sister to make them suppress all memory of their nights with her.

But each was a worthy candidate for matrimony for any Sister with an itch so she put their names and information out on the Temple's private network. And she felt a warm pride when over the next few months two of them were led before her at the altar by their brides to take their vows and be deflowered before the congregation.

Theobald Flynn, or Theo as friend's and family called him, strolled down the asphalt pathway through the park with a mind nearly torn in two by competing passions. His ordination to the priesthood lay a year ahead. As the youngest son in his family he was bound by long standing tradition to answer the holy calling. He was on a summer sabbatical from the seminary, a final period of exposure to the world intended to test his commitment to his vocation. But he seethed within. His strong sense of duty and deep seated faith bound him to take his vows. These would include poverty and obedience, which he could accept without hesitation, but the third vow of chastity threatened to tear his soul asunder.

Just ahead of him two young women sauntered along wearing thong bikinis, flaunting their shapely behinds casually as if they somehow sensed his turmoil and wanted to add to his torment. He drank in the sight of them until the chasm of mortal sin yawned before him in his minds eye and then closed his eyes as he passed them by, murmuring a hasty and desperate act of contrition.

When he opened his eyes he saw just ahead of him a large woman, some years his senior, wearing a linen dress and seated on a park bench in the deep shade of a tree. She held herself with regal bearing, spine straight and shoulders square her full heavy breasts proudly displayed. Her dress was cut low showing deep cleavage. His eyes went to her face, quite a beautiful one, stunning in fact, with green eyes peering from it that seemed to probe his soul, making him feel naked. He looked her up and down once more, taking in the lovely swelling of her curves, feeling a discomfiting twinge and stiffening "down there" at the epicenter of his painful dilemma. In her way she exuded a sexuality far greater then that of the more stereotypical young tarts who paraded themselves along the pathway.

He gave her a smile and she returned both it and the casual hello that belied his strange flash of desire. He looked away as he passed but then looked back to meet her eyes once more. Again he felt that probing of his depths. 

Flummoxed, he tore his eyes away and continued down the path a hundred yards or so to a bench in the shade of another big tree where he had come almost daily over the course of the summer to struggle with his quandary. Young women passed as he sat there and he would indulge in the sight of them until he felt peril for his soul, whereupon he would look to the ground and mouth his silent prayer of repentance then look back up and repeat the cycle. 

As he looked to the ground in prayer he caught movement from the corner of his eye and looked up to see that woman standing there looking down at him. She towered over him, at least a head taller than he had they been standing face to face. Once again he felt eyes transfixing him. He stammered another greeting which she returned. She seated herself at the far end of the bench and spoke to him in a soothing tone.

"Something on your mind? It's often said there's nothing like airing your thoughts and freeing your mind to a stranger at times like these. Why not give it a try?"

He gave her a long glance, once again drinking in her luscious curves, then turned away with a silent act of contrition more fervent and desperate than ever. She spoke again.

"I'm Claudia and you are...?

He looked up at her. She held out her hand to him, eyes friendly and kind. 

"Theobald, Theobald Flynn but my friends call me Theo."

"Then think of me as a friend...Theo. It's not hard to see something's troubling you. Why such turmoil in such a fine looking young man? One would think you'd have the world in your pocket."

Her tone was so soothing, so gentle, his angst seemed to melt away. There seemed to be only a benevolent concern in her manner and he sensed she had skill at healing the tormented soul, a skill he himself aspired to as integral to his calling. A feeling of release came over him and he confessed to his dilemma, though he downplayed its intensity, still not wanting to reveal too much to this divinely alluring yet warm hearted creature who had come from nowhere to ease his torturous confusion. He went on to speak of the passion he felt for his calling and then fell to rambling at large about his deep and consuming devotion to his Lord.

As a Reverend Sister Claudia was much skilled at putting people at ease and drawing them out. She let Theo ramble on, gathering it all in, absorbing every detail that might help in her seduction. If she guided the conversation at all it was away from things erotic. Those things would come in their time but it was best they come in one shocking moment. It was his passionate, worshipful nature that intrigued her most. She resolved that he would know passion and worship indeed but in a way he yet had no capacity to imagine.

They talked, or mostly, Claudia listened until the sun sank low above the city's skyline. Theo looked at his watch.

"Wow! Time flies. They're probably holding dinner for me at home. But please, Claudia, can we meet here again? Maybe even Monday? I'm home all summer without a lot to do. It's been so nice meeting you and talking to you. I just feel like such a weight has been lifted from me. You were right. I could never have talked like this to anyone I know. I find can't even find comfort in the confessional the way I did here with you."

Claudia gloated inwardly, giving a warm smile she hoped didn't betray her mounting desire. "Surely Theo. Same time same bench?"

They parted with a gentle handshake. Theo walked back the way he had come and she took out her phone and sent a quick text to her young acolyte Sonya to let her know where to pick her up for the ride back to the temple. 

The wetness between her thighs persisted and when they arrived she hurried upstairs to her quarters where Charles had languished in his immersion room for the past two days while she had stalked the city. She entered the bedroom and tossed aside her sundress revealing her resplendent nudity, a study in sumptuous curvature. Big of bone, broad of hip and shoulder with flawless creamy skin, she held herself with regal pride her large breasts jutting full and firm. Underlying her feminine softness was an animal strength she worked hard to maintain. More than one macho pig-male had been shocked and cowed into submission by how easily she woman-handled him.

Stepping over to the low small door to his room she pushed the button above it and the door slid upward. Her naked slave-husband crawled through. Her need was urgent and she wasted no time. Standing with legs wide apart she stooped to grab his hair and pull his face into the raven mare's nest of her bush. No words were needed. His well trained tongue slithered out to taste her and being well attuned to her needs after years of matrimony he sensed her readiness for orgasm and dispensed with all preliminaries, going right to her pulsing clit to lay tongue to it hard. Seconds sufficed. She shuddered, grasped his hair in a painful grip and rammed her cunt hard against his gaping mouth, gushed it full of her salty cum, and let out an animal sound of brute ecstasy and then a deep chesty sigh of heavenly release.

Once her lust was eased for the moment she bent and kissed Charles gently on the forehead. She wanted to at least ease the fear she knew he felt and let him know she still loved him for being the sweet and attentive husband he had been over the past five years. And the Rite of Parting that would put an end to those fears and to his unquenchable desire for her might lie well in the future. It would take time and all her wiles and skills to turn a would-be priest from the worship of his false pig-male god and bring him into the fold of the true faith.

When she thought again of Theo her lust rekindled. Charles would just have to do for now. Taking down a gold chain leash from where it hung on the wall by the door she clipped it onto the gold ring that was pierced through the tip of his cock and led him knee-walking over to the big deep leather armchair that stood beside the bed. Settling in she parted her legs wide and draped them over the arms. Charles knew his duty and pressed his face deep into her lush fragrant crotch, laving his tongue about in humble worship while awaiting whatever wordless command she might give to serve her pleasure. With a roll of her hips she planted her anal kiss to his lips and he fell to his work, tireless and practiced tongue plunging deep, wriggling, straining to go ever deeper. She sighed softly and relaxed, immersed herself in the bliss. In her mind it was Theo there on his knees, pleasing her, transporting her, his idolatry forgotten.

When ready she guided Charles's again to her clit and came hard within the minute. Then it was time to take her final satisfaction and give Charles the Pleasure that was the divine reward for all men who submitted themselves to the Mother's true order. Her strap-on, her most prized possession, a wedding gift from Anna for her first marriage, hung from a hook above the dresser. She stood and pointed to it and Charles scurried across the room to fetch it, then helped her insert its vaginal vibrator bulb and strap it on. He knew his first duty well and and knelt before her, took the long thick shaft in his mouth, opened wide and accepted it full down his throat until his nose was pressed deep in her bush. She pressed the button on the belt that started the pulsing vibrations, gasped and shuddered as it began its work. Once again she closed her eyes, dreamed it was Theo. Inflamed beyond enduring she ravaged Charles down the gullet with a dozen hard thrusts until her climax wilted her and Charles was forced to wrap his arms around her hips and support her sated fleshy bulk to keep her from falling, her shaft still deep down his throat. 

She came to herself, regained her equilibrium and withdrew her cock. A broad rubber mat lay at the foot of the bed and she pointed to it. Charles whimpered in joyful anticipation and groveled over to place himself there on elbows and knees presenting his ass for her use. She went to her knees behind him, poised her shaft against his much used pink portal and drove it home. But in her fantasy it was Theo there and they were on the temple's alter with the whole congregation bearing witness as she threw her broad hips forward in the deflowering thrust. The thought of it spurred her into a wild ravishment of Charles's behind and he came with that sweet sound of abject surrender and gratitude all husbands made when their wives took them. It triggered her as always and her climax was deep and strong. But it was only just enough to help her sleep. She stood over Charles as he licked his splattered cum from the mat. Then was it time to try and get some rest.

"Bedtime Charles. Come along now." She tried hard but couldn't keep the tone of boredom from her voice.

They lay together in the vast, double king sized bed. Sleep came grudgingly. She knew her satisfaction and relaxation could never again be complete until it was Theo who joined her under the covers after lovemaking, lying with his head between her legs, her hairy mount as his pillow.

As usual Claudia rose just before dawn that Sunday morning. Charles provided her good morning oral pleasures as always. Again his attentions were just barely adequate. After a quick breakfast she took coffee cup in one hand, leash in the other and led Charles to where her rimming horse stood before the broad window of her hilltop aerie that provided such a lovely view of the sunrise. She settled herself over the horse. Charles took his place on his knees behind her, burrowed his face deep between her ample cheeks and went to work on her anus with his tongue, giving tender worship. She sighed in mingled pleasure and wistfulness.

As the sun rose over the hills she eased her mind through reminiscences of her formative years, the times of struggle, self doubt and the ultimate sexual awakening that came with her conversion to Sisterhood.

As a much overweight young woman she was scorned and bullied by the teenage pig-males and the popular skinny girls throughout high school. Since she had no social life she turned her attention to her studies and graduated with a 4.0 grade point and found escape from her petty small home town when she was accepted with a full scholarship at a prestigious university in a large city far away. Things were not much better there at first despite her hopes. She felt lonely and isolated and the pig-male frat boys and snooty sorority girls took the place of her high school tormentors.

Her interests were wide ranging and in her second semester she enrolled in an anthropology course on the role of women in cultures taught by Dr. Susanna Lloyd, a tall statuesque woman in her forties with flowing long dark hair and deep blue eyes. The power of her thoughts inspired Claudia. She excelled in the course, as she did at anything she put her mind to, and drew high praise from Dr. Lloyd for the quality of her term paper and the depth of her native intelligence and insight. 

The class was the final one of the day, letting out at 5:00 PM. On a Friday after the final session of the semester Claudia left the building and began her walk home among the sparse crowd of other students. It was December, just before winter break and patches of ice and snow covered the walk. A passing frat boy getting an early start on his Friday night binge taunted her and stuck out his foot as she crossed a patch of snow covered ice. Her feet flew out from under her and she crashed to the ground with books and the contents of her purse scattering everywhere. The young pig-male let out a braying laugh and walked on. 

She groveled about, gathering up her things, tears of humiliation sprinkling the snow while other frat boys jeered her as they passed. A gentle hand fell upon her shoulder and she looked up. It was Dr. Lloyd, who stooped down to help her collect her books and then helped her to her feet.




Anna's Next Husband Ch. 02: Claudia's Quest



"Thank you Dr. Lloyd..."

"Susanna please dear. You don't have to take that my child. You deserve better. Now come with me and have some wine and dinner. We have a lot to talk about."

They made their way to Susanna's car and she drove them to an old and remote part of the city. They parked on the street and walked down the block a short ways to an old stone building with a stairway leading up from the street. A sign above the door just said "Lilith's".

They entered into a restaurant and bar warmly lit by candles in sconces and the light from a large fireplace. The place was filling up for the evening meal, just a few tables left open. There were only women there, most of them well dressed in furs and leather. All of them seemed formidable, exuding strength and confidence. And they were of all ages, races, shapes and sizes, mingling freely. More than few were of Rubenesque figure much like herself and they carried themselves with pride and grace. A tall young blonde greeted them at the front desk.

"A table for three please Gretchen," Susanna said. 

"Of course Dr. Lloyd. Follow me."

She led them to a table in the back near the fire. They sat down and Susanna asked for two bottles of red wine and three glasses. The wine arrived and Susanna filled all three glasses, passing one over to Claudia, who was puzzled by the three glasses. Just then they were joined by a tall chestnut-haired beauty who held out her hand to Claudia and introduced herself as Anna.

Ever since entering the room Claudia had felt something she had never felt before, a sense of belonging, of being at home. It pervaded the air. She looked around at the women, admiring. Anna spoke to her with a slight Russian accent .

"You feel it don't you dear. Susanna has told me about you. You belong here. You have what it takes to be one of us, our Sister." Susanna spoke in her turn.

"But you have work to do, hard work to build your strength and confidence. But that's for later. Let's just enjoy our evening here and get to know each other better."

They whiled away several hours at the table in broad ranging conversation. Anna was five years older than Claudia, a year past her graduation with a majors in economics and finance. She worked for a hedge fund and pointed out it's owner to Claudia, a stately and regal gray haired woman at a nearby table. If Anna's fine sable coat was any indication she was well on her way to fabulous wealth. She had taken several of Susanna's classes to broaden her mind.

Susanna's large comfortable home had an apartment attached to it, formerly a servant's quarters. She let Claudia move in there rent free with the stipulation that she accept Susanna's authority and the rigorous training that lay ahead. Her first priority was physical transformation. She had always dressed in baggy frumpish clothing and let her raven hair grow long and unkempt. Susanna took her to a stylist, obviously a Sister, who gave her a makeover with a short stylish hairdo that revealed her very lovely face. She also took her shopping for new clothes but she insisted on most of them being a couple of sizes too small for her.

"You'll fit into them before I'm through with you," Susanna said.

Then the workouts began. Susanna had a well equipped gym in her basement, treadmill, elliptical, machines for resistance training, free weights. Both she and Anna worked out with her, coaching her, driving her when necessary. All through the winter and well into spring it went on, several hours a day and they insisted she keep up with her studies as well. They did not try to make her starve herself to force weight off. Instead they let her eat her fill of healthier foods to replace the junk she had taken solace and comfort in during her lonely years.

By the end of the semester the results showed. She lost significant weight but retained her big boned fullness of figure. Rather her former excess weight was exchanged for hard, well toned muscle. Her shoulders broadened, her waist narrowed. Her hips retained their breadth but acquired smooth and lovely curvature while her legs tapered from strong hefty thighs to lean muscular calves. Where once there had been sags and folds of superfluous flesh there was taut smooth creamy skin. Her large breasts jutted forth full and firm. An instructor, a Japanese Sister, gave her training in in the rudiments of martial arts.

One day as she walked from class along the sidewalk the same young pig-male who had tripped months ago her passed by and stuck out his foot again. She hooked her leg behind his, brought up her elbow to his chin, gave him a shove, sent him sprawling and walked on with a swagger.

Susanna took notice of her progress with satisfaction one morning. "You look every inch a Sister. You should be proud of yourself. Never forget that women with bodies such as yours have been portrayed as goddesses through all the ages. Anything on your mind?"

"Well, it's kind of embarrassing but I've been feeling really...well...horny lately. I wake up at night and I have to fondle myself "down there" until I come so I can sleep. It feels really good but it never seems to be enough."

"Never be ashamed of your desire dear. You're just ready for the next level. And the sooner the better. There are some people I want to introduce you to tonight after dinner."

That evening after dinner Susanna put out wine on the side board in the living room, gave Claudia a glass and had her settle into a comfortable chair by the fireplace. Then she disappeared through a door that opened at the other end of the room. Through a window Claudia saw the headlights of a car as it turned into the driveway and heard the garage door open and close. 

A few minutes later the door opened and Claudia gasped. Anna and Susanna emerged, both naked, each leading a naked man by a leash clipped to a gold ring pierced through the tip of his erect penis.The small strange procession crossed the room. The women took chairs on across from Claudia and the men fell to their knees in front of them with heads bowed. Susanna spoke.

"We've neglected to tell you we're both married. These are our husbands, Anna's David and my Alex."

Claudia just stared, eyes wide, at Anna's blonde and blue eyed mate and Susanna's Alex, a lovely and muscular young black man. And she felt again that moist warmth between her thighs.

Susanna went on. "I know it must be a shock but sometimes it's just best this way. Tonight you'll come to know the true meaning of being a Sister and that will include all of our beliefs and morals but above all the pleasures. Now stand there in the middle of the rug and take off your clothes child. Don't be shy."

Claudia needed no urging. Lust filled her and her eyes were riveted on the naked slaves who knelt in submission before their wives. Her dress and undergarments soon lay tossed in a heap beside her chair. 

Susanna spoke to the slaves. "Alex to the front, David to the rear. Do your duty now boys. Please give our new Sister your best. Claudia, spread your legs a bit dear. That's good."

Alex turned and knelt at her feet while David knee-walked his way behind her. As one they pressed their faces toward her, one nuzzling deep into her dense thicket the other parting her cheeks with his hands while burrowing his face between them. A shudder ran through her and goose bumps covered her body as two tongues at once set to their wriggling work. Alex craned his neck back and buried his face in her lush oozing crevice, tongue seeking and probing deep in her cavern while David's tongue slithered its way into her tight nether orifice, making her quiver in delight. With one hand she grabbed Alex's hair and guided him to her pink pulsing epicenter and with the other she seized David, forcing his face as deep into the cleft between her cheeks as it could go. She lifted one leg to rest her foot on the arm of a chair and spread herself wider. Each slave eagerly burrowed deeper into her crotch. And each of them served her with a passionate hunger seeming to come from a bottomless well of love.

Her orgasm turned her bones to jelly. She passed from consciousness into a celestial daze, not even aware as she collapsed to the floor, eased gently down by her two sweet worshipers. She came to feeling soft kisses being planted over her mount and breasts and everywhere. At Susanna's word the two slaves resumed their places before their wives.

Claudia sat up and looked around, still dazed. "That was...well...my god...I never dreamed there could be anything like it. I felt like they were both in love with me, like they just adored me, like they wanted with all their hearts for me to have that orgasm!"

"And they were in love with you Claudia and they will be again next time we share them with you. It's only your birthright as a woman dear. That was just a tiny sampling of what will be yours when you find you own husband," Susanna said.

Anna chimed in. "And we say 'my goddess' here in our world Claudia. Sit down now and we'll explain things to you."

From there the two women had proceeded with her indoctrination and it fell on receptive ears. They spoke of the Divine Mother and Woman's status as a superior being and her supremacy over man. They told her of the great overarching purpose of Sisterhood, of The Day at some point in the vague future when even the most recalcitrant pig-male would would kneel before the Mother and enter the circle of her love. Then they talked of husbands, those among men who had seen the light and surrendered themselves, leading lives of adoring submission to their wives. So strong was the desire of a woman who had come to sexual awakening as a Sister that only a slave who devoted his life, his being, solely to her pleasure could bring satisfaction.

Husbands, slaves accepted their role as givers of pleasure and comfort while each knew full well he would likely be one of several husbands his wife would take. And they knew that when their wives tired of them and fancied others they would submit to ritual castration and be sold as eunuch slaves so their wives could pursue their own fulfillment. Husbands, much loved though they might be, were still merely men and inferior beings, really more like pets, and never to be considered equal.

They told of how the bond of matrimony was ordained to be one of true love, both husband for Wife and Wife for husband. The pleasures of matrimony were the highest worship of the Mother. The lust that had just blossomed within her was one of the Mother's two great gifts to her Daughters, the second being the husbands who would satisfy it. She would wake every morning feeling that burning itch but her husband would be there sharing her bed and ready soothe it before she rose. And she would come to her hearts content every day, falling into sweet refreshing sleep at bedtime. And there was the sharing of husbands between and among Sisters that made jealousy and infidelity unknown.

Then Susanna brought out her strap-on and explained it's use and significance. It was the instrument of final and ultimate male surrender. Every husband was to be deflowered by it on the wedding day with the whole temple's congregation bearing witness to his relinquishment of "manhood" and acceptance of submission to his wife. And from it came the Pleasure that would consummate his willing enslavement until such time as his wife might end their marriage through the Rite of Parting.

Claudia took it all in as her lust smoldered growing ever nearer to full flame. Susanna told her that she and Anna would retire to her basement rec room to watch a movie or two. She tossed the strap-on in Claudia's lap and told her to enjoy herself for as long as she liked and not be bashful but offered one note of caution.

"There's a mat rolled up under the couch for you to use when you fuck them. I paid through the nose for this rug!"

And enjoy herself she did! First she indulged herself once again with their simultaneous tongues, feeling wave upon orgasmic wave course through her. Then she spent some time toying with them, taking delight in their willingness to submit to whatever sweet indignities her perverse whim could contrive.

Her eyes fell on the strap-on. She stood and picked it up and thrilled as the two young men helped install it upon her. They took turns sucking it. She grabbed each by the hair and forced it down the throat of one then the other, over and over, back and forth. It was pure delight the way each young slave opened his mouth to accept the shaft down his throat time after time. She knew she could come whenever she wanted but bided her time, wanting her arousal to build to crescendo. Finally it was Alex who had the honor of finishing her and her knees buckled in her climax. Again she was caught in their strong arms and eased to the floor.

David went and fetched the mat and rolled it out and then joined Alex as they assumed the position on knees and elbows, asses in the air in offering, side by side, each begging to be taken first. She did a mental coin flip and dropped to her knees behind Alex, aligned the big shaft with his hole and drove it hard and deep. It slid to the hilt. Her bush tickled his shapely buns. She grasped those buns between her hands digging her nails in deep and took him, ravishing with abandon until she heard for the first time that sweetest of sounds, that deep moan of helpless Pleasure a husband made when he came and spurted his creamy plenty. It set her off with her own wail of animal pleasure. After a minute or two to recover she turned her attention to David until he too spilled his load on the mat and gave voice to his release. Then, unbidden, they bent to the mat to lap up their splattered strength, not bothering to worry about whose was whose.

Driven buy desire never dreamed of she continued fucking until the two sweet slaves came themselves dry and lay in a heap at her feet drained and spent. Weak and limp in her own sated exhaustion she collapsed into a chair.

Her two friends came back upstairs to join her awhile later and found her settled into a recliner, eased back with legs extended, one slave licking and sucking each foot. Her eyes were glazed over in sweet contentment, a vapid smile covered her face. Anna pinched her cheek to rouse her from her sweet stupor and helped her to her bed.

The next morning her two Sisters began coaching her on how to reach the next milestone in her life, finding a husband of her own. They would help in any way they could with advice based on their own experience but it was on Claudia to find and ensnare and seduce. Young males abounded nearby of course but only a few had the gentle submissive nature to make good husbands. The winnowing out might take some time. They offered to share Alex and David with her but only just enough to keep her sane. Her desire had to be strong for the hunt.

She had the whole summer ahead to devote to her search. The campus was quieter but many students were still there for summer school. The days grew hot. After her transformation and with her awakened sexuality Claudia felt no inhibitions about flaunting her amazon voluptuousity. Halter tops and micro miniskirts or short, curve hugging dresses cut low to show cleavage were her garb of choice. She swaggered about with head high, looking the young pig-males squarely in the eye, intimidating them, making any sneering looks vanish from their faces. 

Late one hot afternoon as she strolled the campus walkways in a scant halter top and shorts short enough to show a bit of cheek she noticed up ahead a young, dark haired, quite handsome man sitting on the grass with his back to a tree holding a book he was reading and staring at her. When their eyes met he quickly looked away and so did she but after walking along for a stretch she looked back and saw him staring again. They both looked away and she walked on a little way farther then turned to the left around the corner of a building. Just before disappearing from his sight she turned to see him staring still. She was able to make her way unseen behind a clump of shrubbery and she watched him. Other young women walked by, some scantily clad and much more attractive than Claudia by stereotypical standards. He barely glanced at them and returned to his reading. 

Intrigued, she decided to pass by him again. This time she didn't look at him directly but managed to see him clearly enough from the corner of her eye. There was no mistaking the wide-eyed gaze of longing and desire. The thrill of the hunt came over her and she felt squishy between the thighs. She continued on her way until out of his sight and circled around so she could creep across the lawn behind him concealed by the tree he leaned against. When close enough she stepped into his view and spoke to him in a tone of outrage that hid her growing desire.

"What's up with the leering mister? I don't think I like it!"

He nearly jumped from his skin and looked up at her towering over him then blushed deep red and looked to the ground, stammering.

"I...well...didn't mean to...

"What? Spit it out! Don't think I can't handle the likes of you!"

He looked up again, eyes lingering for a long moment seeming to follow and caress her curves, then looked down again. "I...I...just think you're so...so...

"So What?" She stepped closer so his legs were between her feet and leaned over him, propping herself against the tree trunk with one hand, dangling her heavy breasts so they nearly spilled from her top. He looked up again and this time just gazed wide eyed and shameless. He held his hands palms up in surrender.

"You're so beautiful! I look at the other girls and it's like they were all made with a cookie cutter, all trying to be the same, all trying to see who can be skinniest. One glance is enough to make this boring book I'm reading for school seem fascinating. Then I look at you and I can't take my eyes away. You're just so...different, so womanly, not girlish. Your body...it just does things to me. I've watched you all summer, you just didn't see me. Now I'm caught. Please don't be angry."

Her heart melted and she couldn't pretend anger any more. She turned and sat down beside him, back to the tree and held out her hand.

"How could I be angry? It's not every day a woman hears such sweet words about herself. I'm Claudia."

He took her hand in a firm but tender grip, introduced himself as Simon, and held on to her hand for some seconds, trembling softly, not wanting to let go.

They relaxed against the tree and Claudia drew him out, wanting to know as much as she could. She dodged questions about herself. He had been orphaned when quite young and had grown up in foster homes. He was not treated badly by his successive foster parents but no bonds developed. He was just cash flow for them. He did well in school in spite of all, though being shy and retiring he made no friends. He had come to college alone and friendless much as she had and lived in a one room apartment with a shared bathroom.

They had talked for hours there under the tree. They seemed to bond naturally. His yearning to touch her again was palpable and there was no concealing the bulge in his shorts and the wet spot where his pre-cum soaked through. It seemed he was just too shy to come on to her or make a move. This didn't bother her in the least. She meant to take control soon and in no uncertain terms. Her own desire had gone from mere warmth to itching heat. The sun set. Dusk fell. Mosquitoes came out. It was time.

"Simon, I can't stand these bugs and it's getting late. My apartment is just a couple of blocks away. Would you like to go with me?" She stood up and held out her hand. He hesitated but then shrugged, took it, and let her help him to his feet. She kept hold of his hand and led him home, fighting the urge to just drag him there and rip off his clothes and take him.




Anna's Next Husband Ch. 02: Claudia's Quest



The apartment was just one large room with a sitting area, kitchenette, king bed in one corner but with a large bathroom including a whirlpool spa. Claudia opened a bottle of wine and they settled onto the couch and sat talking some more. It came out that he was a virgin. One bottle led to the next. The wine was making her loose, lowering the few inhibitions she had. Simon went into the bathroom and she seized the chance to shed her clothes and stretch out on the bed, exhibiting her splendid flesh. He emerged, looked at the empty couch and then his eyes found her back propped against the headboard in her regal nudity and holding out her arms.

"Simon. We both know what we want. Get out of those clothes and come here!"

His jaw dropped, his eyes riveted on her and his hands flew. He left a trail of shirt, shorts and shoes behind as he half stumbled toward the bed. She lay on her back as he flung himself over her. She first wrapped arms and legs around him in a fierce and passionate grip and took him with a deep invasive kiss, feeling him melt as her warm flesh enfolded him. When their lips parted he fell to kissing her everywhere, making his way down across her neck and chest and the to her firm hefty breasts where he lingered leaving not the smallest space untouched by his lips. He found his way to a nipple and licked and sucked until it hardened and wrinkled then went to the other. Passing on from there he planted innumerable kisses over her belly and along the flowing curves of each hip. He worked his way down her center to nuzzle in her bush and she knew her animal perfume had done its work when he sighed and shuddered and his passion redoubled. 

She was half mad for satisfaction and tried to guide him down into her warm wet crevice but instead he made his way down her thighs, continuing the relentless shower of kisses. He seemed bent on kissing every square inch of her and though near losing her mind she let him have his way loving the feeling that came with being so utterly adored. He made his way down her legs and to her feet, having to kneel at the foot of the bed to cover her soles and she felt his tongue slithering between her toes. She rolled onto her stomach to invite him to cover the rest of her and her made his way up her legs across her hips and up her back and shoulders. Then he went back down to give special attention to her swelling hips and the twin creamy mounts of her behind finally pressing his face into the top of the deep cleft between them. She felt his tongue, soft, wet and tender, making its way ever lower until at last he used his hands to spread her, buried his head up to the ears between her cheeks and bored in to find her anus. There he lingered, worshiping with his tongue while his hands caressed her curves.

She lay there enduring and enjoying at once, every cell of her crying out for release but rapt in delight at his sweet attentions. At length she could bear no more and rolled over, took his head in both hands and all but rammed his face into her oozing cunt. His tongue play was clumsy, untutored and she herself was just beginning to know her own body. The passion in both of them made up for any lack of finesse. Her every erectile tissue was engorged, throbbing, tingling. In his casting about he found her clit and orgasm took her in a convulsive surge. Her gush flooded his mouth and she heard him slurping in his efforts to swallow every drop. She lay in afterglow for awhile with his head pillowed on her sweat soaked bush. 

Then she pulled him upward and cradled him in her arms with his face deep between her breasts. Her mentors borrowed slaves had given her much pleasure over the past weeks but none of that compared to being loved with such passion buy a man who adored her for herself alone, one who could be hers to have and hold. He would be the one, her First, she was sure. 

Their naked frolic on the bed lasted far into the night. He gave all solely and selflessly for her pleasure seeking no release for himself. Toward dawn she found herself straddling his head, facing the foot of the bed as he rimmed her gently following a final soul shattering climax. She looked down at his quite ample endowment feeling a thrill at the thought it was unused and unsullied, belonging to her alone. It would only feel the delights of a woman's heavenly orifices once at a time in the vague future they would be hers. 

She was sated at last but had been so immersed in her own enjoyment she never thought of his needs. A tender gratitude took hold of her. She knew the poor dear's balls must be aching. He humped the air as he lay there. She reached out a hand to stroke his shaft and the pace of his upward thrusting redoubled, a silent plea. It was his first sign all night of wanting anything for himself. She took pity, continued her stroking and with the other hand gave his balls a firm soft squeeze. He moaned in relief as a white spurting flood covered his belly, threatening to spill down his sides and onto the sheets. There was only one thing to do. She dismounted and told him to hold still while she went to the kitchen drawer and returned with a spoon. She straddled his legs and scooped up a spoonful of his cream and told him to open his mouth. He obeyed without question, swallowing it down then opening for more, thrilling her with joy. She scooped another spoonful, marveling.

"Goddess! There's so much!" 

He confessed to having masturbated like all boys do and then her heart nearly burst when he said: "But it was never so much and it never felt so good before. It's because you're so beautiful and I love you so."

Warm tears of joy trickled down her cheeks and over her breasts as she finished feeding him. All memory of her years of loneliness and rejection vanished. She was beautiful and she was loved and adored by this lovely young man. She tossed the spoon aside and fell forward over him, engulfing him in her alabaster flesh, pressing her lips to his and ravishing him with her tongue until their mutual exhaustion took hold and they slept there as they lay.

Claudia awoke and looked at the clock. It was mid-afternoon. She went through the door that led into Susanna's house and found her in the living room draped over her rimming horse watching a movie with Alex behind her, his face between her shapely cheeks, doing his loving duty. She smiled at Claudia with a knowing gleam in her eye.

"I saw you come home last night with something quite tasty in tow you devil. He's just a doll! And now you're glowing in a way that can only mean one thing."

"Yes! I'm in love! It happened so fast, just out of nowhere. I saw him sitting under a tree ogling me as I walked by. I confronted him, pretending to be mad and he just melted my heart by telling me how beautiful I was to him. I've enjoyed Alex and David when you've shared them with me but there's nothing like having one who's all your own."

"He sounds like a dream. There really is someone for every Sister dear. You've found a young man who can appreciate your rare and special beauty."

"Can I ...keep him?"

"Well of course child, why not?"

"I mean can I keep him here in the apartment? He lives alone in some rooming house. He's really all alone in the world, poor thing. Nobody would miss him if he just vanished. I can't bear the thought of letting him get away for even a minute."

"Certainly dear. I'll arrange to have some friends of mine make it look like he's left town for parts unknown and you can keep him in that little love nest and enjoy him the live long day...and night! 

For two weeks they were sequestered, two weeks of discovery and awakening. The rules of courtship allowed only oral pleasures for her and one ejaculation per day for him, if she thought he earned it, either by his hand or hers. And, of course, penetration of a Sister's body was taboo except under those special divinely ordained circumstances. But even within these limits she learned to tap into the bottomless wellspring of pleasure that was her birthright. With a bit of coaching from her mentors she schooled him in the arts that brought near limitless orgasmic delight. 

As for his pleasure she saw to it that he only enjoyed it after she felt fully satisfied and with the price of some indignity or humiliation. She would posture on elbows and knees on the bed and have him kneel behind her and stroke himself until he spurted all over her broad behind and down her cleft and over her anus and then make him lick until her got every drop. Or she might lie on her back with legs spread wide and have him shoot all over her pussy, again letting the cum run down to the bottom before having him start licking. She came to love the warm splattering over her body. 

And she learned ways to use her hefty bulk for enjoyments unique to a woman of her size. Often she would straddle his head while he served her and her climax would be such that her body went all soft and her smothering flesh would press down, cutting off his air and he would pass from consciousness. Once when she rode him facing his feet she had in inspiration and cut off his breath while she stroked him, making him come just as he passed out. Such was his pleasure that he would beg to be smothered every day but she saved it as a special reward.

She longed to propose marriage but, knowing what it meant, was hesitant even though Simon's adoration seemed to know no bounds. She consulted with Susanna one morning.

"Maybe I should invite Anna over to talk about it Claudia. She had a bad experience in her first courtship. She was too hasty and was rejected so she might have some special insight."

Anna came over later that morning and interrogated Claudia over every detail before offering her appraisal of the situation.

"I think I can assume he eats your pussy. How about your anus? Does he lick it willingly?"

"Oh yes! It was the first thing he did for me with his tongue. I'll never forget it. He just buried his face between my cheeks and wiggled it in so deep. I knew right then he loved me."

"Yes, that does say 'I love you' in a way words just can't. Just one little hint on that. I like to have David go down and give me rimming first when he eats me. I keep him at it until my clit just screams for attention. Then I have him slip a finger in where his tongue had been while he sucks me. Try it and soon if you want an orgasm that will rock you. Does he swallow your cum?"

"Goddess yes! He can't get enough of it! And he laps up the ooze from my nookie like he's starved for it."

"Good. All the right signs are there. It's come to be known that regularly ingesting the juices of our bodies breaks down the effects of testosterone and makes men submissive. And he clearly has the right tendencies to begin with. I think it's time to see if he'll drink from you. That's one important test I forgot to put my first beau to in my haste. One big long drink will often serve to wash away any lingering traces of "manliness" and make him ready for the final step. If he's ready he'll show a thirst for it and if not you'll have to be patient. Sooner or later the last barrier will break down with a steady diet of what comes from that pussy."

Claudia returned to her quarters feeling anxious. She opened a bottle of wine to relax her and facilitate matters and settled into the recliner. Simon took his cue and went to his knees to lick her feet and suck her toes. After more than half the bottle she felt loosened and the other need became urgent. It was time.

"Simon, lie on you back please dear."

His obedience was instant. She rose and stood over him with his head between her feet, then lowered herself until her cunt was inches above his lips.

"Simon, do you love me?"

"Yes! So much! More than anything! You're life itself to me!"

"Then I need you to do something to prove it now. Will you open your mouth and drink what comes from me?"

"I will!. I've been tasting it on you so often and I've wanted more but was afraid to ask."

A tingling wave of joy passed through her.

"Open then! I can't wait another second."

She let go in a golden cascade. He guzzled down the pungent flow, barely spilling a drop and then strained upward to suck in the last drops that clung on her lips and in her hair.

She took hold of his stiff pulsing shaft, nearly dragged him by it over to the bed and flung him down on his back. Mounting his head, facing his feet she had him serve her to satisfaction and then smothered and stroked him to his most special reward. Tomorrow would be the day.

Simon had paled and trembled at first when she proposed and informed him of the terms of matrimony but in the end his love overcame all and he bowed to kiss her feet while offering himself.

Susanna called Maya, the temple's Reverend Sister at the time, a tall and willowy black woman with shaven pate. She came to take Simon to the temple and begin his two weeks of seclusion and deprivation and Claudia offered him to her for her enjoyment as was customary. 

The wedding had the special joy that came with it's being a new Sister's first and the deflowering was memorable. The bride and groom were whisked away on the temple's private jet to enjoy a two week honeymoon in that tropical Pacific paradise.

Upon return they fell into the daily delights of marriage, remaining in the apartment while Claudia continued her schooling. She graduated with degrees in anthropology and psychology to help her in what she came to see as her true calling in life, becoming a Reverend Sister.

"Reverend Sister! Reverend Sister please! It's getting late!" Claudia snapped out of her reminiscences. It was Sonya standing in the doorway calling her. She looked at he clock. Barely time to get ready for Sunday worship! She had Charles go to hard rimming to stimulate her and used her fingers on her clit to get herself off at least well enough to face the day. She managed to get through the service but her sermon was brief and she dismissed the congregation early, feeling some guilt at neglecting her duties. Anna confronted her, ever sensitive to her friend's moods, but Claudia fended off her inquiries and took refuge in her chambers. 

Tomorrow's tryst was all she could think about. She recalled her easy conquest of Simon. But his had been a lonely and rootless heart. And her other seductions had been only slightly more difficult. But Theo had strong bounds of faith and family that would need to be shattered. It would take all her strength to restrain herself.

Monday at the appointed time she made her way to the park and seated herself on the bench in the deep shade of the tree. She wore a smaller, shorter, more revealing dress. The day was hot once again and that was a plausible excuse.. After a few minutes she saw Theo in the distance along the pathway. He walked with purpose, passing by the nearly naked young things without a glance. She could see his eyes were only for her as soon as she came into his sight.

When he reached her he smiled and leaned in to hug her but she forced herself into an aloof posture and just held out her hand. He took it and gave it a squeeze that spoke volumes and sent a thrill up her spine but she suppressed her longing.

"Hello Theo. So nice to see you again. Anything on your mind?"

"Only that I was looking forward so much to seeing you again."

As before they talked for hours with Claudia subtly guiding the conversation to gain deeper insight into his mind. It was a painful masquerade for both of them, Claudia sitting ramrod straight on her end of the bench with a tingling wet heat between her thighs pretending a detachment she didn't feel and Theo with his shorts resembling a center pole tent from the bulge of his erection, trying in vain to hide it. But with iron will she kept things under control and their afternoon together passed uneventfully. And one of the last things Theo spoke of was his future as a missionary. He would go out into the wide and sometimes dangerous world to bring the true faith to the unbeliever.

The next morning as she lay over her horse while Charles attended to his duty she thought back on Theo's last words from the day before. A missionary indeed! He might well become a missionary some day but in a way he could never imagine now. She lost herself in reminiscence once more.

The training of a Reverend Sister was rigorous and all consuming, requiring two years of total commitment. Claudia spent long days at the temple under the tutelage of Reverend Sister Maya. She acted as Maya's assistant at large, chauffeuring her, assisting with the preparation of grooms for weddings, supervising the temple eunuchs in their labors. Last but not least she took charge of the dozen or so pig-males who were held captive in the temple's dungeon in a state of punitive enslavement. They were guilty of offenses against women that had gone unpunished by public authorities and had been abducted and put in chains. Each in his turn would be castrated none too kindly upon the appropriate occasion. In the mean time they were kept so Sisters might have an outlet when in a bad mood or cruel temper, sparing their husbands.

Her size, strength and her memories of torment by the likes of them made Claudia the perfect slave mistress. It was her privilege to abuse and degrade them at will, solely for the sport of it. Each slave was required to be punished harshly every day for his transgressions. Usually there were enough Sisters in the proper mood that only perhaps two or three would be left unpunished by days end. Then Claudia would deal with them. She liked to put them on hands and knees and pull their balls back between their legs, clamping them between two boards braced behind their asses so their sacks were stretched out near bursting and their ripe purple plums were hopelessly vulnerable. She stood a distance away with her bull whip practicing until her lashes could strike their tender parts with uncanny accuracy bring howls of agony, sweet music to her ears. She would have loved to splatter the balls into mush with her whip but pulled her strokes to save the balls for later castration. Sisters would pay generously for the chance to do the honors upon some festive occasion and the temple needed the revenue.

Her big studded strap-on was the terror of the dungeon. Unfortunate indeed were the slaves who went unpunished by her other Sisters during the day. When a Sister came to the dungeon to choose a slave Claudia emptied the cells and lined them up for selection. How they pleaded to be chosen! All knew what it meant to be left to Claudia's tender mercies. She would stand with big cock jutting forth, wielding the whip on some deserving pig-male's balls until his cries of pain inflamed her so that she would toss aside her whip and rut upon him brutishly until she satisfied herself.

And whenever new pig-male rapists were apprehended and brought in, defiant, cursing, spitting out words like "fat bitch" and "cunt" it was her pleasure to "rape wrestle" with them. She would get them alone and naked in the punishment chamber, with her also naked and with big studded dildo jutting from her loins. She would taunt them into attacking her, daring them to see who would be fucking who. In their macho arrogance they never failed to accept her challenge and invariably they all knew the same soul crushing humiliation, finding themselves impaled on her cruel shaft as she ravaged them into submission. She made them know rape, that helpless feeling of being violated for the animal pleasure of another and they would shrivel and grovel to their cells as she followed behind delivering sharp kicks to their dangling balls.

And then there was the training in persuasion and manipulation of people and in the hypnosis that would become a vital tool. She visited other temples at times to be taught by Reverend Sisters with certain special expertise.




Anna's Next Husband Ch. 03: Changeling



Jane Richardson stood naked in the mirrored alcove in her bedroom indulging in the period of prayer and self admiration that was part of every Sister's morning routine. It was a time to give thanks to the Divine Mother for being born Woman and not mere man and contemplate the wonder and mystery of the female form and body. Sisters of every age, shape and size did this without fail upon rising to reaffirm their sense of self and pride of gender.

And Jane had much to admire by any standard. Her face had a stern and regal beauty, strong chin, wide full lips with a Cupid's bow, high cheekbones. At the age of forty five her flawless skin still held the glow of youth and her long cinnamon hair had not a hint of gray. Her large stunning blue eyes traced her full yet firm figure, not a trace of sagging flesh nor even a wrinkle. Petite in stature but not small in strength, finely toned muscles rippled beneath soft feminine curves. 

Finally her eyes fell on her ultimate weapon, marked by the dense wedge of her auburn bush framed beautifully by the swell of hips and thighs. She mentally cursed the pathetic "shavers", those women who renounced this badge and symbol of true Womanhood all to cater to the squeamish pig-male. In any confrontation with man the outcome was always certain. If a worthy submissive male came within her grasp it's feral musk would cast its spell upon the first whiff and he would come to know and crave the taste of it, becoming enslaved beyond hope. And any pig-male she had chosen to entice into her cruel clutches through false promise of its pleasures had been easy prey as well. 

Behind her, naked and on his knees at attention was her husband Richard. A rangy and muscular specimen, he was six foot six when standing, something he had not done since Jane had seduced, enslaved and wed him just over two and a half years before. It was his ordained lot to grovel about or kneel as permanent penance for the pig-male life he had led before she had chosen him as her greatest challenge. He was also forbidden to speak. His golden hair had been shoulder length when they had met but had been shaven away save for a thick braid at the very top of his head, now some two feet long with a gold ring woven into its end. His thick ten inch manhood jutted forth, angling sharply upward despite the extra heavy ring pierced through his glans. The sight of his wife in her naked glory never failed to bring him to fullest hardness. Her brands, burned into the muscled cheeks of his ass, "J" on the left and "R" on the right marked him as her "Last", her final mate and slave to have and hold for life. Only the true loving submission of a man could spark love in the heart of a Sister and Richard had shown that submission at its most profound and earned her everlasting love in return.

Jane gave herself one last admiring glance then turned to Richard and slipped a finger through the ring in his braid. She led him by it and he followed on hands and knees to where her rimming horse stood by the window that looked out over the fine English garden in the back yard of her small yet well appointed home. She settled over the horse with a sigh of anticipation, presenting her luscious lyre shaped ass for Richard's attentions. She never tired of the sweet morning ritual, nor did any Sister. Richard whimpered in his eagerness and pressed his face between her shapely mounts, laying long loving tongue to her nether orifice, wriggling and probing, craving the taste of her depths.

She moaned in contented delight and rested chin across folded arms, settling in to enjoy her communion with the Mother. It was the first Saturday morning in May. Spring had come early that year and the warm strong sun bathed the riot of blooms that had burst forth with abandon in every inch of the garden. Today would be perfect for her first good ride of the season. In keeping with her English roots things equestrian were dear to her and she meant to put her new favorite steed through his paces on the grounds of the temple.

Richard's attentions were uncommonly passionate and adoring that morn. Perhaps he felt the spring in his bones as she did. Long before expected his tongue brought her to arousal and she lifted her behind and rolled her hips, rubbing her moist cunt across his face, inviting his worshipful tongue to her pulsing clit. His well trained organ turned to it's loving labor and sweet orgasm came in rolling waves as she gushed her salt sweet juice into Richard's thirsty mouth.

Her satisfaction made nature take its course. She dismounted and at just a quick downward point of her finger Richard lay on his back, mouth open wide. She squatted low over his face. First a golden torrent cascaded from her hairy cleft and he guzzled it down, never spilling. Then came the act of ultimate love as her vortex bulged and stretched and her rich offering filled his mouth and he gobbled it with a hunger, inch by inch as it came from her, next reaching upward with willing tongue to clean her. She never failed to feel triumphant joy at this act that signified Richard's complete metamorphosis from unregenerate pig-male to worshipful slave.

Then it was time to saddle up and go. She led Richard across the room to a closet, opened it and took out a small black leather saddle, riding boots, spurs and crop. Richard waited on hands and knees as she strapped the saddle on him then used his back as a seat for donning boots and spurs. She slipped a small floral print sundress on for the drive. Taking his braid, which would serve as rein she led him on his hands and much calloused knees out from the house into the garage where her car waited, small vented box trailer hitched up and at the ready. She dropped the small ramp at its rear and Richard fairly pranced up it into the box, his mistress well gratified that her steed shared her eagerness for the ride.

The drive to the temple was but fifteen minutes. Jane kept the windows rolled down to enjoy the fresh spring air. She passed a cop lurking along the road with radar gun ready but gave him no cause for notice. Jane chuckled, wondering what the agent of pig-male authority would think if he knew of her cargo. The winding rode up the high hill where the temple stood tall and proud gave a fine view of the city below. She pulled up to the gate with the arched sign above it that said "Business and Professional Women's League". The BPWL was the public face of the secretive and ever more powerful Sisterhood of Lilith, devoted to the overthrow of pig-male rule and final and complete submission of man to Woman.

The muscular, dark haired young woman in the guard house opened the gate and waved her through. Jane drove to the entrance of the vast underground garage that helped conceal temple activities from unwanted attention. She parked between two other cars with trailers like her's hitched up. Her two riding companions Midori and Maria had beaten her there. Feeling slight envy Jane tossed off her dress, unloaded Richard and led him down the tunnel that opened into the vast, park-like stretch of land behind the temple. It was simply called "The Grove" but the word did no justice to it. Huge spreading oaks grew over several acres, the high stone boundary walls not visible when one stood in its center. 

Jane gazed out for a moment. The shade was deep and the boughs concealed all below from prying eyes above. Soft, shade loving greenery had been planted in luxuriant abundance, perfect for naked romps between wife and husband, mistress and slave. More than a few couples had turned out on this fine Saturday to take advantage, entwined naked bodies writhing in the lush growth beneath the trees, cries of orgasmic delight echoing occasionally from the thick boughs.

With a graceful, practiced motion Jane mounted and set spurs to Richard's flanks, not hard, just enough to set him going at a trot. She wound among the trees enjoying the easy responsiveness of her mount, taking pride in it after the long and rigorous training required to achieve it. She enjoyed racing or a bit of polo once in awhile but her first love was the dressage, that near telepathic communion of rider and mount. Her meandering course took her near the left wall of the compound and there she found her two best friends, Anna, tall, chestnut haired, Amazonic of figure and Claudia, a hefty, raven haired baroque beauty, the temple's Reverend Sister, renowned Chief Priestess. 

Comfortable outdoor furniture was set out all through the grove, chaise lounges, rimming horses. Anna was in a lounge, naked, legs parted, feet on the ground, with her adoring blonde husband Paul on his knees at the foot of it, face between comely thighs nuzzling in her thick bush and planting soft kisses there while she tenderly tousled his hair, obviously savoring afterglow. Claudia was draped nude over a horse. Her tiny, red headed, impossibly cute husband Theo knelt behind her with his face buried to the ears between the creamy smooth twin mounts of her behind. The look of sheer bliss on her face bespoke the pleasures of his famous slithering tongue deep within her rectum. 

Anna woke from her soft stupor at Jane's approach and greeted her warmly. "Jane dear! Lovely morning is it not? Richard looks in mid-summer form already. I'm thinking we're seeing this year's derby winner, just like last year. Is this your first ride?"

"Yes. I worked him hard over the winter on the treadmill in the basement. Wore out two sets of knee pads. We're both enjoying the soft feel of the Mother's earth under us. And yes, I'll be most disappointed in both of us if we don't win the roses again this year."

Claudia shook her head to clear it and chimed in. "Jane. I'm having lunch brought out later. Please join us after your ride. I saw Midori and Maria ride by just a few minutes ago. Probably heading toward the the back wall to start a race. Their mounts were looking strong too. Might give Richard a run for the money."

"I'll take you up on that lunch. But now it's time for Richard's breaking in. See you later."

With sharp jab of spurs and stern stroke of crop she set Richard off at a gallop, marveling as always at the grace of his gait and the speed he could reach on hands and knees. How long it had taken to achieve both! She continued until she approached the back wall of the compound and there she found Midori and Maria, each astride her steed and just preparing for a race around the inside of the perimeter wall. Midori, a petite Japanese doll, rode Edmund, a lanky yet powerful black man. She preferred the rein and bit to the braid. Maria was a sultry Latina, swarthy, raven locked, tiny but well muscled. Her mount was Matthew, dark haired, light skinned, built for speed. She too employed the braid. Sisters of smaller stature often preferred to enslave larger men and train them as steeds.

Jane rode up and poised Richard at the starting line, welcomed warmly to the race by her kindred Sisters. Another Sister passing by was recruited as starter and at her signal the race was joined. It was near half a mile around the wall and the lead changed several times. But in the end Jane drove her spurs hard into flank and ribs and flailed her crop in a blur and Richard pulled ahead to beat Edmund by a nose, with Matthew a length behind. All three women dismounted and let their spent steeds drop in exhaustion on the ground. Good sports and friends, they shook hands and settled into lounges nearby to chat.

After half an hour's rest Jane re-mounted Richard and rode off to a secluded part of the grove to have him ease her pent up lust from the race. In her youth back in England a hard ride on a horse had brought excitement and her riding breeches soaked through many times with the wetness of her desire. Her fingers had to suffice for satisfaction back then but now she had Richard's tongue. They reached her favorite spot where a huge oak spread out and a ground cover formed a carpet of soft leaves and jewel-like purple flowers on a small slope up toward its massive trunk. Jane dismounted and flopped on her back with legs parted and knees raised, offering her wet fragrant sex for Richard's attentions. 

The sight of it drew him in like onto a magnet and in a twinkling he was sprawled on his belly with face buried deep, loving tongue bent to its duty. Jane's cunt was tingling, swollen, throbbing in its readiness. She grabbed Richard's braid in both hands, tugged upward and thrust with her hips, feeding him her eager clit. With a jab of her spurs she let him know he should dispense with foreplay. Her climax was brief but brutish in its intensity and satisfaction. With an animal sound she convulsed, clenched her strong thighs on his head, locked her ankles, every muscle tensed. She let out a lusty grunt and went limp, settling down into the lush soft leaves in a sweet daze. Richard passed soft adoring lips over her mount and inner thighs awaiting her next wish.

Jane lay flaccid for a few minutes then felt warm soft desire blossom again. Lifting her knees once more she gripped his braid again and guided him to her anus. It puckered rhythmically, yearning for the attentions of his tongue. She felt its first soft licking then rolled her hips softly, seeking penetration. Warm delight suffused her as his wriggling organ slipped inside to caress the inner rim of her vortex and probe deep in her rectum. Orgasm could wait for the time being. She settled in to enjoy the bliss of sweet rimming, closing her eyes, lapsing into reverie, her mind turning back to the time two years ago when she had chosen him. How she loved him now but how she had loathed him then! 

Jane's demeanor was cool and reserved, deceptively so. Within she was a driven, passionate and highly competitive woman who hated to be outdone in matters of the flesh or heart or anything else. She had watched as her two best friends had found their ultimate happiness and fulfillment, each finding and enslaving a "Last", a husband whose love for them was proven to be without limit. Spurred by unseemly envy she had put her current and fourth husband Joseph to the test one morning, demanding he perform the selfless act of ultimate degradation that told of love absolute but he betrayed himself, turning away in refusal even while knowing he had sealed the fate of his balls. 

She gave him one more chance but again he refused. Jane made do with him. His futile and desperate efforts to redeem himself in lesser ways added much to her pleasure and helped to take the edge off her lust but she knew only one thing could truly satisfy the deep longing that had been born in her. And only one thing would do. She knew she could have any ordinary man with a snap of her fingers. Her four husbands had been men of a certain inclination, submissive in nature and had fallen fairly easily. But now her itch could only be eased by something other Sisters had never attempted, the transformation of a reprehensible and unregenerate pig-male into a slave so enthralled and enamored he would pass the final test. 

Beyond her personal desires she had come to believe even pig-males could find redemption. She knew Claudia was strict in her orthodoxy and believed only punishment and castration would suffice to deal with them. But why would the Mother not welcome any man who renounced his past and surrendered himself without reservation? It might be heresy to Claudia but nowhere was it written that this could not be so. It was merely a matter of tradition.

She had gone on the hunt, stalking with the stealth and guile of a feline predator. Her quest would take her to places where the pig-male ruled, sports bars, biker bars, "gentleman's clubs" and danger would be everywhere. But she knew no fear. Her finely honed arts and skills would serve her. At first she presented herself as sluttish easy prey, dressing scantily, feigning drunken vulnerability. She went in disguise, wearing a black curly wig and dark contacts, darkening her skin with tanning oil.

On numerous occasions she saw drugs dropped in her drink by would be rapists and employed clever evasions, sometimes switching glasses so perpetrator became victim. These unlucky ones would wake up naked in the gutter of some back street or in the ditch along some country road to face the ridicule of the whores and derelicts or the self righteous judgement of the farmers and yokels. And two had woken up without their balls when her contempt and loathing of their swinish lust got the better of her.

But this modus operandi yielded only lowlife scum, not what she really had in mind for her conquest. She wanted to take down a pig-male of loftier stature. So she turned her search to higher class establishments, bars and nightclubs where the elite in business and politics hobnobbed. Still in disguise, she put on an air of being aloof and unattainable to pique the interest of the hyper-competitive kind of man who liked a challenge and would not take no for an answer. She would sit at the bar or a table looking cool and distant but yet enticing and mysterious, dressing in a manner at once classy and provocative. 

Not a few likely candidate tried to hit on her but most were older and/or unattractive men who hoped their wealth would make up for their shortcomings. Other women frequented such places who were not strictly prostitutes but nevertheless were whoring themselves out, willing to shame and degrade themselves for some free food and drink and a few days or weeks of pampering by some fawning old lecher. 

Over several weeks she made the rounds in a certain few places and became known as the "Ice Queen" for the regularity with which she fended off advances. Then one evening he had made an entrance, Richard "Rich" Armstrong, star tight end for the city's pro football team. And rich he was from his lucrative contract and the other perks and product endorsements that went with his fame. Tall and muscular with a main of golden hair he was always trailed by a bevy of sycophant young beauties who doted over him, competing for his favor in shameless ways. His reputation preceded him, a user and abuser of women, unrepentant in his pig-male arrogance. His contempt for the obsequious sluts who shadowed him was obvious and he used and discarded them at will, sharing details of the indignities to which he had made them submit for his pleasure and favor with any who would listen. He had an unofficial male fan club of wannabes who got vicarious thrills from his tales of conquest and date rape. 

Jane made her presence known, taking a seat at the corner of the bar. She saw him looking at her, furtively at first, and then conferring with some other men who looked at her and shook their heads as if to say she was an impossibility. But this just made a gleam come to his eye and his gaze became riveted upon her. Inevitably he approached with a swagger in his step, but a bit unsteady from drink. He settled onto a bar stool next to her and commenced the crass routine of pick-up lines and boasts that had always gotten him into the pants of the typical bimbos. But she dismissed him with a sniff and a wave of the hand, turning away. 

Rejection just got his blood up. He first redoubled his efforts to charm and entice but she dismounted from her stool and walked away. He grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him, pressing his drunken leering face close to hers to force a kiss. A sharp but measured knee to the groin made him double over and lean on the bar from the pulsing ache in his balls and Jane made her exit for the evening.

She took a few days to lay her plans and set her trap and went back to the club one evening an hour or so before closing, taking the same place at the bar. Rich was there, drunk again and their eyes met briefly. She looked away first but then looked back and gave him a hint of an inviting smile. This time he sidled up to her more cautiously, but with blue eyes smoldering, clearly obsessed, and stood close by her. He varied from his usual song and dance.




Anna's Next Husband Ch. 03: Changeling



"Is that any way to treat someone who just wants to get to know you? You're very beautiful and I just couldn't help myself. Things could be very nice for you if you would just lighten up a bit."

"You just caught me off guard. I sometimes overreact. Maybe we could start over?"

"I hope so. I've got so much to offer you... in so many ways."

He leaned closer and she felt his thick erection prod her hip. Stifling her revulsion she gave him a coquettish look and slipped her hand down to give his jutting dick a squeeze.

"I'm very picky about certain things and I won't settle for less than complete satisfaction. I've a feeling this will do very nicely. But my place not yours."

She rose to leave and he followed like a dog having a juicy steak dangled just beyond reach. They exited the bar and she led him down a dark, deserted side street where Anna's limo, borrowed for the evening, waited with Anna's driver Emma at the wheel. Rich was impressed and delighted to think their tryst would commence so soon. The door had barely closed and he was upon her, groping, smearing slobbery kisses over her face. But the needle was in his neck in seconds and he slumped unconscious. 

Rich had left the bar with woman in tow on many an evening so his exit drew no particular attention. The limo drove away unseen. His disappearance became a media sensation. Pictures of the dark haired, olive skinned "mystery woman" with whom he had left late that night were circulated everywhere. But no suspicion fell on a cinnamon haired, blue eyed, prim and proper high school English teacher.

Unknown to Jane Claudia had her eye on Rich as well but with something entirely different in mind. She had followed his "career" closely, reading the gossip on social media about his despicable exploits, her loathing growing by the day. It was personal with her. He reminded her so much of the ones who had tormented her when young. She had him at the top of her short list of pig-males to be abducted and meant to see to his daily punishments herself until the time was ripe. Then she would be the one to do the honors. On many a night her sweetest dreams turned to the moment when she would stand over him gloating, holding his warm severed balls in her hand as he sobbed in despair at the loss of his "manhood". 

She had gone so far as to start planning his abduction when the news hit the media. Rich had disappeared. And it had all the earmarks of an operation by the Sisterhood. He had been seen leaving a bar one night with an unidentifiable and mysterious woman and was nowhere to be found.

Jane was well pleased with the situation. The timing had been perfect. It was just the beginning of June, school was out and the whole summer lay ahead. She declined teaching summer school that year and bowed out of field trips and other activities too so she could focus her entire being on the challenge before her.

The fog in Rich's brain cleared and his first sensation was the chill in the air on his naked skin. He shook his head to focus his eyes and tried to move only to find himself bound by chains, hung upright by his arms, ankles chained to the floor, toes just touching it. He squirmed and found his junk to be clamped tight in front of him by a wooden bar vise, his cock and balls stretched painfully, utterly vulnerable. He looked around to see he was in a circular chamber, stone walls surrounding him.

And directly in front of him stood a reddish haired, blue eyed woman of uncommon beauty, naked but for a pair of black stiletto pumps. She eyed him with a look of lustful cruelty and arrogant satisfaction. In her hand was a wooden switch, a cane of the kind favored by English schoolmarms for discipline of the unruly. Recognition came slowly. Even the most clever disguise can't hide everything.

In a rage he opened his mouth to unleash a stream of profanity and only then did he feel the ball gag stuffed in there. Undeterred he roared and writhed, flecks of spittle flying. It wasn't hard for Jane to make out "bitch" and "cunt" and "I'll kill you" and so on in the course of his lengthy but muffled tirade. She just stood with a smile, leaning on her cane until he exhausted himself, for the first time. 

A throne-like leather arm chair stood on a dais a few feet behind her. She stepped back to it and took a seat, parting her legs and draping them over the arms to display herself in a lewd and taunting way as if to let him know that here the cunt reigned supreme and the cock was subordinate. In spite of himself his cock stiffened, jutting out to an impressive length. Jane rose and approached him, taking it in hand, fondling it with a mocking gleam in her eye until he yielded to the pleasure of her touch and began to hump in futile desire. She laughed and withdrew her hand. "Men! You're all alike! So weak!"

Shame infuriated him all the more and he raged again all the harder spewing muzzled threats, eyes bugging out, every muscle tensed. She let him go on until he exhausted himself once more.

Jane was awakened from her reverie under the tree by the urge to come that was always brought on by the attentions of Richard's tongue to her anus. She remembered Claudia's invitation to lunch and once again she turned to her spurs, digging the points in, drawing a bit of blood to urge him to get her off quickly. She came with a lusty animal sound, writhing, bucking, rolling her spurs up and down his back as the waves of pleasure consumed her, leaving trails of blood droplets where they passed. She finished with a deep breathy moan and lay still for a moment, spurs embedded in Richard's flanks. When afterglow passed she remounted for the ride back to join her friends.

Anna and Claudia were still enjoying their husbands when she rode up but had changed positions. Anna was now over a rimming horse with Paul giving her tongue worship and Claudia had Theo on his back in the lush carpet of greenery while she straddled his head facing forward her eyes vacant, lost in her rapture. Jane stopped in silence, not wanting to disturb them but Anna caught motion from the corner of her eye and waved a greeting, then settled down again with chin on hands, immersed in her bliss. 

Claudia bounced and bucked as she approached orgasm, passing her big wet cunt back and forth over Theo's face. He put his tongue hard to her clit to finish her and she threw her head back, giving out a shriek of animal ecstasy that echoed off the sheltering boughs as she shuddered and went limp, her flaccid smothering bulk settling over Theo. Lost in her savoring she lingered, thoughtless of anything but her afterglow. Theo lay motionless, dutiful, lest he disturb her but soon his breath gave out and his arms and legs flailed involuntarily as he fought the descending darkness. He convulsed, then lay still. Jane cried out in alarm.

"Claudia! You're losing him! Snap out of it!"

Claudia shook her head, came to her senses and rolled to the side. She shook Theo, pinched his cheek, slapped him softly until he drew in breath and opened his eyes. Claudia bent to kiss him then picked him up bodily and held him to her breast.

"Goddess! Thank you Jane.! I nearly lost him like I did Thomas years ago. It was easy enough to replace Thomas but how could I ever replace Theo? I'm the victim of my own success in a way. I've trained him so well his tongue takes me places I've never been before."

A cry of delight from Anna drew their attention and they looked to see her grinding her rampant snatch into Paul's face as his tongue propelled her through a multiple climax. Sated she flopped over the horse and breathed deeply. Then both women settled down into lounges and set their husbands to licking their feet. Jane dismounted and took a lounge for herself. She had Richard tug off her boots and put him to that duty as well. Claudia picked up her phone from a side table and sent a quick text. There was a prompt reply.

"Lunch is on the way out shortly. Funny there's no wedding on such a fine Saturday in May but I think people are holding off until Midsummer Festival. Only seven weeks away. I'm way behind on my preparations. I want this year's to be exceptional. It's going to be a grind getting everything ready and I'd better get to it starting Monday."

Midsummer Festival was a week-long orgiastic celebration of Womanly lust and power held once a year with the summer solstice, Midsummer Night, longest day of the year as its culmination. Each temple took its turn at hosting the festival for its district, usually consisting of six neighboring temples. It's public cover was the "BPWL" holding it's annual "retreat." Privacy was strict. Claudia's temple was the most favored venue because of her organizational skills and most of all because of the Grove. It was the envy of every temple, unmatched as a place to wallow unseen in lewd eroticism under the arching boughs. And Jane looked forward with special anticipation to the Derby in which she and other Sisters of equestrian inclination would mount their steeds for a fine race around the perimeter wall. 

Lunch arrived. Sonya, Claudia's tall blonde young acolyte and protege led three naked temple eunuchs by leashes attached to their penis rings. Each bore a four legged tray heaped with delicacies and a bottle of red wine. A tray was laid across the lap of each woman and they fell to with healthy hunger as their slaves continued their loving attentions to their feet. 

Jane sighed in contentment as she gazed out over the Elysian landscape, drinking in its beauty, the cooling shade of the ancient trees, the lush carpet of greenery dappled here and there by golden pools of sunlight leaking through. Warm thrills of delight coursed through her with every stroke of Richard's loving tongue between her toes as she savored the sumptuous fare and felt the warm glow of the fine vintage.

"What perfection! Could this be heaven? Are we so blessed the Mother has taken us there without our having to die first?"

Anna sighed as if in answer. "Goddess knows one would think so at times. But we all know Monday morning it will be back to the fight."

Claudia had her say. "I dare say our devotion to the Cause and to the hastening of the Day is being rewarded here and now. The Mother gives rewards for lives well lived here in this world of strife and struggle. But it's just a taste of our ultimate reward and should call us to ever greater efforts and devotion, and sacrifices if need be."

And then in unison: "Amen!" 

The three friends whiled away the afternoon in the Grove, sharing each other's husbands and sipping wine until the sun sank low. All were a bit tipsy, too much so to drive home, so Claudia invited them to her quarters for dinner and the pleasures continued far into the night and they spent the night under Claudia's roof.

Sunday morning the sky clouded over and a chill rain fell. Jane and Anna attended worship and then each went home to settle in and pass the rainy day in private marital pleasures. 

Jane spent a restful afternoon draped over her rimming horse with Richard busy behind her. She caught up on some of her reading and watched a movie. One of her three house eunuchs, a capable chef, had prepared dinner and laid it out in the dining room. There was beef Wellington for her and on the floor a bowl of nourishing mush for Richard. After the meal and a bottle of wine she relaxed awhile in her recliner, watching another movie while Richard licked her feet. Then it was time for evening the pleasures that would bring final satisfaction and restful sleep. She stood on the rug before the fireplace, looked down with affection at Richard who knelt before her awaiting her command. 

"Richard dear, it was a lovely weekend. You made me very proud and happy and my orgasms were exceptional."

She reached down to fondle him, finding his cock stiff as a broomstick, standing near straight up despite the heavy ring. Shifting her grip to his balls she gave them a gentle squeeze and twist. They were swollen from his need and he winced though her grip was meant to caress and not hurt.

"Oh! Poor darling! They're aching rather badly aren't they? Now go roll out the mat and fetch my cock and I'll give you a good fucking and make it all better!"

Richard needed no urging. He whimpered in anticipation as he groveled to where the rubber mat was rolled up under the couch. He laid it out on the floor and crawled to the mantle, picked up the box and brought it to Jane. She took it and withdrew the long thick instrument of pleasure, two inches longer than Richard's member and bigger around. Richard had learned to crave and adore it and accept it down throat and up anus to its full length. Jane slipped the vibrator bulb into her vagina and Richard fastened the straps that held the big shaft in place. She touched the switch, moaning in delight at the throbbing pulse and with a hand sign bade him to assume the position, deciding to forego the mock fellatio this evening. With his height and her shorter stature his hole was near the level of her cock as she stood behind him so she always took him while on her feet. After lubing him a bit the mare mounted the stallion and plunged the member to its hilt with one thrust of her strong shapely hips. She loved the sense of ownership it gave her when her cock plunged in full length, how he opened himself to welcome her to his depths. 

She rutted hard at first, propelling him to the coming he yearned for every waking moment of his life. As it drew near she took his braid in one hand and grabbed his balls with the other giving them a forceful squeeze and twist that set him off. Her own first climax was triggered by his moan of helpless delight and surrender and blessed relief. Heavy spurts of his cream splattered on the mat below and she felt his balls pulsing in her hand. Not finished, she rutted on until she came herself to satiation, making him come once more as they collapsed in a heap. When recovered she had him lap up his loads from the mat. They took to bed early that evening, both tired from a long and pleasant weekend. 

And Monday morning back to the fight it was. Jane still taught school for a living, senior level high school English literature. This had been her career from early on and she loved it for its own sake. A restless soul, she had changed jobs and locations often, mostly back in England and around Europe. She had taken the role of Sower of Seeds, and itinerant Sister, a missionary in fact. It was her sweet duty to seduce and train certain of her young male students to prepare them for enslavement by other Sisters who might be in need of mates. She would wait until a young prospect turned eighteen and then find reasons to spend time alone with him for "special tutoring" or "disciplinary detention" and initiate him into the realm of womanly supremacy. A bit of firm handling, some stern strokes of cane or yardstick and then the scent and taste of her pussy never failed.

At first she had "cast her bread upon the waters" sending her young initiates off into the world under a hypnotic spell leaving their fate to chance but hoping for the best. Memory of her was suppressed but the the implanted longing to submit and be enslaved could be resurrected by secret words known to every Sister. And every Sister was keenly attuned to the subtle glow and signals given off by those she had prepared so encounters leading to enslavement and marriages occurred more often than one might think.

One such had been Anna's young husband Paul whom she had met during her first year in America. She had always remembered him as an exceptional and special "pupil." Anna had found him by chance and sensed his readiness and unlocked his secret. With him she had found love most deep and true.

With the rise of the internet she had taken advantage of that information superhighway and started posting the names and information of those she had prepared on the Sisterhood's secret website. Now the fate of a young man she had prepared was sealed. Rarely did one last more than six months without falling into the thrall of a Sister on the make. Other Sowers did likewise, increasing the supply of mates substantially. The rate of divorce and remarriage also increased as Sisters living in discontent found easier access to the delights of seduction and enslavement of tender young virgins.

Richard had given up on his futile raging after a third fit and seemed to settle down in resignation to his captive helplessness. But his anger still showed in his eyes. Jane decided it was time to inform him of her plans for him and of the absolute inevitability of his fate.

"So my fine specimen, you've been in control most of you're life and had your way. You don't seem to like it when the tables are turned but you'll soon find out that what you like or don't matters not a fig here. You will refuse to believe what I'm about to tell you and will no doubt continue your foolish resistance for a time but the outcome is a forgone conclusion. Your hatred of me oozes from your pores now but when I'm finished you will come to love me and adore me. You'll become a groveling, fawning emasculate who will submit to any indignity just to please me. In the end you will eat my shit just to make me happy and you will love me for it."

She took his balls in a firm and possessive grip. "Don't worry darling. I'll let you keep these. They serve my purposes much better here in their sack than not. But for the record I have taken the balls of enough of the likes of you that I've lost count, perhaps a score, maybe more? I don't mean to brag but you need to understand the kind of woman you are dealing with. Maybe you will come to reason and acceptance more easily knowing this. And right now I despise you as much as you do me but that too can and will change once your metamorphosis is complete. When I transform you into the kind of man you must rightly be I know I will find love for you in return."

Richard's eyes grew wide in disbelief and denial. He raged again, more furiously than before. Jane let him go on, waiting patiently again until he exhausted himself. 

"Without further ado let us begin. Before anything else you must learn to fear me and for that to happen you must know pain."

But at first she took his cock in hand, caressing him to hardness, gaining his surrender in spite of himself. When his head lolled and his hips thrust against the vise as he lost himself in desire Jane stepped back and made a lightning backhand stroke of her cane across his helpless balls. Another whistling stroke struck the tip of his engorged cock, wilting it as he let out a muffled scream of hopeless agony.

Turning her attention to his muscled ass she beat tattoo upon it until it reddened in fierce welts and the skin broke in spots. Her cane split and she tossed it aside in disgust, drawing two more from the quiver nearby. Then she worked him fore and back at once. Her left handed strokes to the balls were sharp and painful but measured. Punish them she would but not ruin them. They were the source of the desire that would in the end prove much more powerful than pain in the making of his metamorphosis. But his ass got the full effect of a strong right arm that had wielded the cane with authority for years.

A warm sense of righteousness took her at this well deserved punishment, especially of those loathsome organs he had used so long with impunity to degrade women. Sweat poured from her and she continued despite growing exhaustion until he fell into helpless sobbing, broken, chastised. Then she ceased, dropping the canes, standing spent. But she was wet warm and itching between her thighs, in dire need of relief. One day soon after such punishment she would have Richard kneel and suck her to satisfaction but he was not yet ready for that test or that honor. Instead she settled into her chair, parted her legs, snapped her fingers to get his attention and used practiced fingers to give herself release while taunting him with the gleam in her eyes.




Anna's Next Husband Ch. 03: Changeling



When finished she rose and stepped toward him, feeling satisfaction in the way he cowered at her approach, fear now in his eyes, macho pride crushed. On a small table nearby were instruments of torture as yet unused and among them a syringe. She picked that up, checked the contents briefly then plunged the needle in Richard's neck. He flinched first, then quickly went limp and senseless. Just before he passed from consciousness she dipped her hand between her legs and smeared her fragrant wetness under his nose and across his face.

Jane was pleased with the outcome of this introductory session. It was time to put Richard away for the night. A low flat cart stood behind him. She brought it close so it touched his calves and released his genitals from the vise. He was held hanging by an electric hoist. She took the switch that hung from a cord close by and lowered him so he lay back over the cart. She removed his shackles and gag and wheeled him over to the door of the cell in the chamber wall, pushed him inside and rolled him off the cart onto the floor. The cell was fitted out like that in a prison, small hard cot with one mean little blanket for warmth, toilet and small sink on the end wall. A bowl of mush was on the floor beside the cot to nourish him when he woke. She pulled the cart out into the chamber, slammed the iron door with small barred grate at eye level and threw the bolt.

Then she went home to Joseph who would have to ease her lust as best he could. She was rough and mean with him that night, skirting the boundaries of marital decency. It was unseemly and cruel but she forgave herself. The deconstruction and remaking of Richard now consumed her and Joseph could only dampen the fierce desire born in her. How long it might be before Richard knelt before her in submission, his heart and soul devoted to her satisfaction, she dared not venture to guess. She sailed uncharted waters.

Jane and Richard's wedding anniversary was in mid September. It had taken all that summer to break and enamor him. It was a most special occasion for a Sister and her Last, quite unlike ordinary anniversaries with her other ordinary husbands. On this night by tradition a Last husband was accorded the honor and delight he had earned by proving the totality of his love. Richard was to enjoy each and every of his wife's orifices to his heart's content and Jane would be his cheap and willing tramp. 

Sisters were repulsed by the cock and held it in contempt in day to day life with this and one other exception. At the Rite of Parting that ended a marriage the husband was granted parting pleasures with his wife's body just prior to his castration. Jane had reveled in the cock on those occasions as did all Sisters. Knowing the price the man would pay for his pleasure freed them to enjoy. And now her certainty of ownership of the cock that was to serve her freed her likewise. A wanton and sluttish desire came over her as the turnabout drew near.

On their special evening Richard was allowed to stand and Jane knelt naked before him in her own submission. There was no doubt as to his first wish. The fellatio was near inevitably the first act any husband wanted whether at Rite of Parting or anniversary. Jane had deprived him of coming for a week before, denying him the cock, making him slake her own lust with his tongue. She found herself craving the rich and copious ejaculation he had surely stored up. At the snap of his fingers she leaned forward and gulped down his shaft like a hungry fish takes a worm. She had done her hair in a ponytail atop her head to give him a handle and he seized it in both hands and pulled her forward to force his member full down her throat. She opened herself to accept his length and tongued his balls lovingly when his depth was reached. 

Then she drew back, running lips and tongue over his length, making him shudder in delight and pull her forward once more. She yielded control, letting him fuck her throat with abandon. It took scant minutes. She felt the extra stiffening that signaled the moment and when just his tip was enclosed in her lips the first gush of cream flooded her mouth. She swallowed with a sound of delectation and drove forward of her own accord to plunge his member to its depths again, feeling it pulse and throb as he pumped his rich load down her gullet to fill her hungry stomach. 

Its aftertaste was sweet and her lust was inflamed. She felt the warm wet itch between her thighs and took him in mouth again to stiffen him, yearning for the thick shaft to fill her. He rekindled quickly and she flung herself back onto the bed with legs parted in welcome. He threw himself on top of her moaning and shuddering as he slid into that heavenly place. He made some long rolling thrusts, savoring its silken delights, then rose to his knees and lifted her ankles to rest them on his shoulders and took hold of her knees, positioning himself to fuck her the way she liked it best. She cried out in joyful anticipation of the pleasure awaiting. 

Then he rutted like her fine stallion, driving deep, ramming his thick prod hard over her G spot. A minute sufficed to trigger the rolling orgasmic sequence waving upon ecstatic wave coursing through her. Her mad cries drove him to a rutting frenzy, cadence heightening until his hips were a blur of motion. He grunted to signal his coming release and Jane let out one final wail as she felt the gooey flood gush between her thighs and trickle down. He collapsed in sated exhaustion, cock still spasming within her. She grasped him in a hug with arms and legs, bestowing a grateful kiss. When afterglow passed she made him go down to lick up his leavings, dominance reasserted for a moment. 

Her third orifice remained unused but after brief rest she took him in mouth to harden him for the act that would sate them both and empty him completely. He rose more slowly this time but soon was wooden stiff again. She went to hands and knees presenting herself as a bitch in heat her anus puckering and flaring in anticipation. He bent to lick and wetten her at first, slobbering liberally, then knelt behind her and dipped his shaft into her oozing pocket to lube it yet more. Jane felt his prodding at her tight portal and relaxed herself to receive him. He thrust hard, to half his length, and there was pain but she welcomed it pressing backward to urge him deeper. The next drive of his hips buried him in full and she gave out a small cry of hurt but then clenched herself on his member, massaging the base of his shaft with her muscular ring to inflame and encourage. 

He rutted like a brute and she opened herself on his forward thrusts to take him deep, then clenched when he withdrew to apply the heavenly pressure that would trigger him. In spite of coming twice before her arts and skills soon drove him over the brink and with a bestial sound of satisfaction he drove to the depths. She felt him pumping her full as he let out a deep moan with each spurt. With a final sigh of satisfaction he collapsed and rolled to the side to lie on his back. She took his cock in hand finding him limp as only a man truly emptied can be.

Jane rose to stand so his head was between her feet. She looked down on him fondly for a long moment as she felt his cum trickling down from deep inside her to fill her rectum. When ready she squatted down so her anus poised over his mouth and ordered him to open. Pressing down she expelled the thick white gout of his strength into his mouth and he swallowed. Then it was bedtime. She lay down and pulled the covers over them. He laid himself in position as every night, head across her lap, her pussy for his pillow.

On the morning of day two of Richard's confinement Jane approached the door of his cell with dart gun in hand. She banged on the door to wake him and spoke taunting words to enrage him. He rose and flung himself at the door like a caged angry beast, spewing curses, pounding on it demanding release. She slipped the barrel of the gun between the bars and pulled the trigger, sinking the dart/syringe into his chest. He yanked it out but too late. The drug overcame him and he sank to the floor unconscious. She open the door and pushed the cart inside. It was low to the ground and with some effort she rolled him onto it and wheeled him out under the hoist where she shackled and gagged him again and lifted him, then clamped only his balls tight in the vise, letting his cock drape over the top of it. She took some time to bathe him and shave him, using a hose hooked up to a warm water faucet in the wall. Then the training commenced again.

Today there would be more pain but mingled with the promise of pleasure. She sat on her throne, cane in hand, and waited for him to wake. When his eyes opened and filled with rage and he strained at his bond, cursing stifled by the gag, she sat smiling and flashed her pussy with a taunting gleam in her eye, enraging him all the more. And in spite of himself his cock stiffened. But she stepped toward him and reduced him to blubbering with wicked strokes across his purpled plums and engorged member. He settled down in resignation, shaft wilting. 

"Good morning darling. Did you sleep well? I tried to help. Perhaps soon you will come to resign yourself to the consequences of foolish resistance. It matters not to me how long you persist in your folly. I'm not the one who's getting whacked across the cock and balls and is helpless to stop it. Perhaps I should introduce you to an article or two of the faith I live by. I believe, as do more women than you may know, that the deity is female, our Divine Mother. She has given us the power to reign over men and one gift she has given us to further that end is those precious and sensitive organs that dangle from your body. They can give you such delight can they not? But alas! While dear to you they can give you such pain as well. All in all they make you weak and inferior, at the mercy of the lust those balls create. You've had your dose of pain this morning. Perhaps a bit of pleasure now?

A pot of olive oil sat on a warmer on the side table. She dipped her hand in it and took hold of his limp organ, bestowing lewd caresses. He snarled in resistance at first, made futile attempts to pull away but her warm slippery ministrations made him yield. He hardened and she dipped her hand again to renew the warmth. Soon she had him humping against the vise, head thrown back, eyes glazed over in lust and longing. She took him to the very brink, then sensed the first twinge of his coming and withdrew her hand, leaving him gasping. There was a short burst of anger but her warm oily hand did its work and he lapsed again into desire. Over and over she took him to the edge until it was clear he had forgotten his captivity and her cane and knew nothing but his cock and the maddening hand that stroked it. Then she finished him. He gave out a deep sigh at the first wave of his pleasure but in the midst of it she laid a cruel and sudden stroke across his balls ruining his delight with a lightning bolt of agony.

All through the morning she toyed with him, alternating cruel cane strokes with caresses, keeping him on the verge of coming. His balls ached terribly both from the cane and from pent up desire. Midway through the day she paused and took a seat to give him small respite and continue his indoctrination verbally. Leaning back in her chair she draped her legs over the arms in lascivious display.

"Look at it Richard. It is to be the center of your life. Serving me, keeping me happy down here will be your only purpose. I well know of your boasts of how you never eat pussy, your expressions of revulsion for the "cunt" as you call it, your insistence on shaven women for your pleasure. I think a real woman with a real cunt scares you. You see this hairy, wild, animal thing and you sense its power. You know you cannot stand against it so you put up this front, this facade of bravado and macho arrogance. But before long you will eat it, you will suck it, you will crave my ooze and my cum. You will taste my anus as well and never be so happy as when your tongue is deep inside it."

This brought another rage from him. Even through his gag she could make out the obscenities expressing rejection and denial. She let him go until he expended himself, then approached to take him in hand once more and madden him. She renewed her scent with another smear of her juice over his nose. For the rest of the day she teased him without mercy, sparing the cane but keeping the threat of it, sometimes making as if to strike him just to see the fear in his eyes and the flinch. And at day's end she took him to the edge one final time, then took him over it. She stood back from him as he moaned in release and made as if to deliver another cruel stroke in the midst of his pleasure, laughed at the terror in his eyes and then let him come without inhibition. He broke down in sobs of relief, an undertone of gratitude and she then poked the needle in his neck. 

Claudia paced fretfully back and forth in the underground garage beneath the temple. She was naked save for the thigh high black leather boots, held up by garters and belt, that she wore to let everyone know she was in a certain mood. Her longest and meanest bull whip hung coiled on her belt. The evening air was sultry and sweat ran in rivulets over her luscious curves and dripped from the tips of her nipples. Preparations for festival were near complete and near perfect as always but merely "near" was never good enough for Claudia. The cause of her petulance was the late arrival of the last truckload of pig-male slaves. It was eight o'clock in the evening and festivities were to begin at sunset, less than an hour away. An accident on the freeway had jammed up traffic and caused the delay.

Sisters had gathered from throughout the district, more than five hundred strong, and they were waiting impatiently, naked and randy, behind a rope line stretched across the entrance to the Grove. Tables and chairs had been set out with abundant food. Wine flowed freely, which helped to calm them, but their lust was brewing to the boiling point.

At last the large van, made up to look like a plumber's, pulled into the garage at high speed and skidded to a stop with a squeal of tires. Two muscular young Sisters disguised in work clothes and holding electric cattle prods jumped from the cab, opened the rear doors and hopped into the cargo bay. Cries of pain were heard from inside and the dozen shackled pig-male slaves tumbled out one by one into a heap on the concrete floor. With kicks from steel toed jackboots and jabs of the prod they were forced into line on their knees. Claudia unlimbered her whip and then, to punish them for being late, she walked down the line giving each a quick lash across the balls that doubled them over in agony so they all rolled to the floor moaning. With kicks and prod pokes the young slave keepers forced them to their knees in line again. Then they were made to grovel single file toward the exit from the garage that opened into the the tunnel that led to Grove so they could be staked out or tied to trees, helpless prey for Sisters whose lust might take a cruel turn. Claudia managed one last well placed lash on the ass for each of them as they passed by with the one bringing up the rear getting three.

Claudia sighed in relief and sat down on a nearby bench to rest a bit, compose herself and give her young minions time to get the slaves situated. Before long Sonya popped in and gave her a nod. All was ready. She walked down the short tunnel and out under the trees, passing through the crowd of waiting Sisters, getting hugs and high fives along the way. She stepped over the rope line and stood facing the crowd to give her opening prayer. Behind her, scattered about the lush carpet of greenery naked slave/husbands knelt ready to serve. They were put out as common property to be enjoyed by any and all. There was one for each Sister. More sparsely spread were the pig-male slaves, some six dozen in all. The feral musk of aroused pussy hung heavy in the hot humid air.

She turned to face the Grove, raised her arms and eyes to the heavens and commenced with the invocation.

"Dearest Mother, smile down upon your Daughters gathered here and bestow your blessings on our holy Pleasures, offered up in worship. May the delights of these, your holy days, fortify us in our struggle. May we all draw strength and inspiration to carry on and each do her part to hasten that blessed Day!"

Then, with a gleam in her eye, she turned to the face her assembled Sisters and with a wave of her hand spoke the much awaited words: "Ladies! Enjoy!"

The rope line was toppled and trodden underfoot as the fleshy tide surged out into the Grove. Claudia stood her ground and it parted around her in deference to her station. She turned to watch as the horny flood swept over the waiting slaves. In its wake pairs of bodies tumbled, those Sisters in the forefront having flung themselves upon the first of the slaves. Some lay on their backs with thighs locked around slaves' heads, others straddled faces, riding, grinding. The first cries of ecstasy echoed from the boughs long before the mob scattered and thinned out among the trees.

Claudia closed her eyes and contented herself with just listening for awhile, well pleased by the sounds reaching her ears. Orgasmic vocalizations filled the air, punctuated by the occasional whip cracks and cries of pain from pig-males. It all portended a rousing festival and she was content. A pleasant exhaustion took hold of her and, though warm, wet and tingling between the thighs, she decided to retire to her quarters for some much needed rest from the rigors of her day. Her sense of duty had once again made her suppress her own needs. She shed her boots and lay naked in her bed.

After a pleasant two hour nap that restored her she set out to join in the festivities. She stepped out of the end of the tunnel and tacked to the first tree was a gilt-edged envelope with her name on it. She opened it to find a card. On it were written the words "Head for the far gazebo." It was signed by Anna and Jane. That destination lay along the wall at the far rear edge of the Grove. Curiosity piqued, she set out that way. Tiki torches had been set out under the trees creating a sensuous glow, lighting her way. She took a meandering course, weaving among the trees and the entwined naked bodies scattered everywhere. A warm soft breeze stirred the boughs and caressed her nakedness, hardening her nipples, inflaming her near beyond enduring. 

She looked about for an unoccupied slave to ease her but found all within sight taken and passed on several pig-males, not being in that mood just then. As she made her way deeper into the Grove there was no change. She was gratified as a hostess to see her Sisters all lost in their pleasures but her need was becoming more urgent by the minute. Giving up any hope of finding a slave she picked up her pace, looking neither left nor right until at last the gazebo came into view. It was a small ornate wooden structure, its floor a wooden deck low to the ground. A railing enclosed the gazebo and across the one opening in it there hung a red ribbon with a sign attached saying "Reserved for the Reverend Sister." She untied the ribbon and entered. There in the center knelt three young naked slaves. Each had a red ribbon around his neck and the one in the center held another envelope which he held out to her as she approached.

She opened it to find another card written upon in Jane's familiar flowing script: "We knew you'd work too hard and might miss out so we saved these for you!" Again it was signed by her dear and closest friends. She noticed the slave also had her strap-on hung around his neck. Each slave had a leash clipped to his cock ring so she bent down and took all three in one hand and led them from the gazebo out under a spreading tree where the lawn grew lush and deep. Trembling in her pent up lust she had one slave go to hands and knees, then rested one foot on his back and stood propped up with legs parted wide. At once she pointed with each hand to ass and pussy and in a twinkling well trained tongues were busy in both places. Grabbing each slave by the hair she urged them on, grinding with her hips, demanding, bent on coming. Her orgasm melted her and she collapsed, but the sweet young things hastened to break her fall with strong tender arms and ease her gently down into the greenery.




Anna's Next Husband



"Wow! Now I'm really flattered!" She gasped between spasms of mirth. "Did you shoot! You really must like me! But you've made a bit of a mess darling and it will have to be cleaned up. Your tongue should do nicely. Get busy now!" 

He knew better that to refuse or even hesitate. Starting with her feet he swabbed up the goo, having to go between her toes to get the last of it. From there it was on to her shins. He ran his tongue up her legs, scooping up the white smears. She grabbed his hair and pulled him up the where the final spatter clung in her thick hair. He closed his lips on her pubic locks, sucking his product up.

With a downward push on his head she made it clear she wanted him to serve her again. Things went more slowly this time and Anna puzzled and marveled at his seemingly instinctive skills and the deep slithering of his tongue inside her. And he was so delightfully submissive and adoring into the bargain. It was a mystery and she meant to get to the bottom of it but that would have to wait for another night. She lost herself in his sweet ministrations letting him transport her until she came once again, so hard, so deep, so satisfying. Only one thing was certain. His fate was sealed. They would be married and the sooner the better. But she knew to be patient and take her time. The terms of marriage always came as a shock to the prospective groom and the proposal would have to wait until he was enamored beyond any chance of refusal. When afterglow passed she took his face between her hands, ready to bid him good night.

"It was a lovely evening Paul. I can't believe my own luck. You just walked into my life out of nowhere. But its bedtime for old things like me. Throw that towel down the chute in the bathroom. Write down your phone number on the message board by the door when you leave. The car will be waiting. Emma will take you where you want to go. Now good night!"

She ravished him with a kiss, her tongue probing deep as, if laying claim to him. Then she walked toward a door in the end wall of the room, opened it and stepped through. The click of the latch carried finality. Paul knelt there for a long moment but then panic set in. He was in a strange house, naked and not even knowing how to get home. He dressed hastily, didn't bother with underwear or socks, just gathered them up and carried them. He bolted to the bathroom and ditched the towel then half ran toward the door, opening it and going half way down the steps until recalling that she had asked for his phone number. He went back and scribbled it down. The car waited, the door already open. He all but dived into it and the door slammed shut.

"Where?" he heard Emma say tersely and he gave her his address. The drive back to his apartment building seemed endless. When the car stopped out front he scurried into the building and down the hall to his apartment, opened the door and went right to the bedroom, flopped on his bed, lay face up. The room seemed to spin for awhile. He shook his head and an exhaustion fell over him bringing deep sleep.

Sunlight coming in the window woke him. He wondered if the night before had all been a dream, a thrilling and impossible one. But his next inhalation carried the scent that lingered, the scent of a woman his wildest dreams and fantasies could never have conjured. He moaned and squirmed, his cock hardening as he ran through every detail in his mind. His hand strayed to his cock but with an effort of will he forced it away. She had asked for his number and must have had plans for him. He sensed she would be angry if he masturbated and if he did she would just know and make him confess to it. And then God only knew the consequences. He lay in bed, an ache of longing growing in his balls. A glance at the clock told him he had missed one class and was already late for the next. It was mid-morning.

"Fuck it", he thought and decided to forget about school for the day. It would be impossible to get her out of his mind and concentrate anyway. He thought of showering and shaving but found himself loving each breath that brought her scent. Instead he dressed and walked the few blocks over to Kathy's building to retrieve his car. He passed the day by doing chores, laundry, cleaning the bathroom, anything to pass the time that required no thought or concentration. He had no appetite, craving the taste of only one thing, but late in the day he forced himself to eat, then went to the liquor store for a bottle of whisky and drank himself to sleep. Morning came and he spent the day like the one before, still not showering or shaving, busying himself with trivialities to pass the time. Strong whisky put him to sleep again, the only thing that would quell the steady ache in his balls. Morning came again and with it despair of ever seeing her again.

After dismissing Paul Anna had closed the door of her bedroom behind her feeling a warm anticipation of what lay ahead. It would take awhile, these things couldn't be rushed as she had learned through four courtships. Three of her marriage proposals had been accepted but her first had been refused, her young beau recoiling in horror and fleeing when he learned what it would mean to be her husband. And it was all because she had rushed things, hadn't wrapped him tightly enough in her web or put him deeply enough under her spell. But there was no hurry. She was still happily married and her desires would be satisfied one way or another. She would let Paul ache and burn for a few days then call him and take things to the next level.

She crossed the room to her dresser, picked up a remote that lay on top of it, pointed it across the room at the end wall and pushed the button. At the bottom of the wall was a small door such as one a dog or other pet might enter through. The door slid up at the press of the button and a naked man came crawling through it, her husband John, loving companion and slave for the past seven years. He groveled across the room and knelt at her feet, awaiting her command. A golden ring was pierced through the tip of his jutting penis just below the pee hole, a mark of her ownership and also a place to clip on a leash to lead him by when necessary..

An elaborate and exquisite strap on dildo hung from a peg on the wall above the dresser. She took it and handed it to John then stood with hands on hips and legs apart. The device was L shaped with one end being a long thick false cock, highly detailed and realistic with balls below. The "balls" contained powerful batteries. The other end was a short shaft with bulbous end. With practiced hands John put it on her, first inserting the bulbous shaft in her vagina, then fastening the thin straps that held it in place around her hips. She stood for a moment, shaft jutting out, looking down at John with a sultry leer, then snapped her fingers and pointed at her cock.

Without hesitation John leaned forward to take it in his mouth, first caressing it up and down with lips and tongue and then opening wide to take it deep down his throat until his nose was buried in her thick fragrant bush, an act that had required long practice to perfect. Anna pushed a button on the belt and felt the pulsing of the vibrator embedded deep in her pussy. She sighed deeply and went to fucking John down the throat, gently at first, then harder as her desire kindled. It was a familiar and delightful act of love carried out nightly in the privacy of their room. She came hard then pushed him away. Dutifully, and eagerly, he turned to assume the position, elbows on the floor, ass raised in presentation. Anna went to her knees behind him, aligned the cock with John's much used orifice and poised herself for the entering thrust. John would take it long and hard that night but in her mind it would be Paul there before her impaled on her shaft, taking her deep thrusts, babbling words of love and begging to be fucked harder until they came as one. It would be Paul who would know the Pleasure that would enslave him irrevocably. 

"Poor John," Anna thought as she led him to their bed after satisfying herself. "He'll just be crushed when I have to tell him it's over and I'll be moving on to another. But, praise the wisdom and mercy of the Mother, the Rite of Parting will put an end to his longing and give him peace."

As the third day following his tryst with Anna passed into evening a feeling of resignation came over Paul. It was hard to believe a beauty like her would even remember him after a day or two. She seemed to have such force of will and to be so much in command of her life. How could she even give a second thought to a nobody like him when she could probably have any man she wanted any time? He decided it was time to clean up, wash away her scent and try to put her out of his mind. But first he needed to relieve the terrible ache in his balls and there was only one thing to do. He went to the bathroom, undressed and got into the shower stall. He was erect, as he had been through the last three days. Taking himself in hand he stroked his shaft and soon felt the first twinge that signaled relief. Then he heard the ringtone from his phone blare out, coming from the pocket of his shirt. In just the nick of time he stopped himself and plunged out of the shower stall to grab his shirt, fumbling around trying to extricate the phone from it. Just before it went to voice mail he managed to answer. There was no mistaking the voice he heard.

"Paul darling! Do come over tonight. I've been so busy these last few days but I've missed you, especially that sweet tongue of yours. The car is on the way. I hope I'm not being presumptuous. Wait out front. And don't overdress my dear. Clothing won't be important!" She disconnected, not even waiting for him to respond. 

He panicked. He was filthy. With scrambling haste he showered and shaved, brushed and flossed, put on just a shirt, pants and shoes, forgoing socks or underwear. He grabbed his long trench coat to ward off the cold and rushed down the hallway and out the front door. The car was just pulling up. The door opened and he flung himself through it, out of breath, heart hammering. The ride seemed like eternity but inevitably there was the slowing down of the car and the sound of the garage door going up. In a blur he was getting out of the car, climbing the stairs, half running down the hallway to the living room and scurrying across it to the fireplace where Anna sat in her chair. She was naked except for a pair of black knee high boots and sipping from a tall glass of red wine. He stopped in his tracks in the middle of the Persian rug in front of the fireplace not sure what to do or say. Anna glared at him and he backed away a step wondering why.

"Paul, why aren't you naked? I can't bear the sight of you with clothes on. In the future when you visit I'll expect you to undress before you present yourself to me. Now strip!"

His hands flew and the lack of underwear and socks helped immeasurably. Best of all he felt an elated relief. She had said "in the future". He tossed his pants aside and fell to his knees, sensing her expectation. She opened her legs and rested her ankles on the arms of the chair leaving no doubt of what was to happen. His eyes went to the hairy crevice between her thighs, blind to anything else.

"Come closer Paul dear. I think you know what I'll want first." He groveled forward until he came within reach of her hand. She took hold of his hair and tugged him forward. He offered no more resistance than a toy balloon. With a hungry passion he laid his tongue to her letting her heady feral musk transport him. He thrilled as she sighed and moaned, rolling her hips in soft undulations, covering his face with the warm ooze of her growing delight. He lapped it up, scooping deep in her cavern with his tongue and swallowing. Her urgent upward tug on his hair told him she was ready. With the fingers of her other hand she parted herself and pushed him back slightly so he could glimpse the hot pink nubbin. He went at it hard, grinding it between his lips and bearing down with the tip of his tongue. Anna's gyrations accelerated as she rammed her mount hard against his lips. Then she shuddered and strong thighs clamped his head in their heavenly grip. He heard her wail of ecstasy muffled by the clutch of her exquisite flesh. Paul was overcome with adoration, overjoyed at giving her such pleasure but yet wanting to do more.

And then that buried and suppressed memory resurfaced and he knew somehow just what to do. He kept his tongue in contact with her clit but with just a feather's touch and then made it flutter softly like a butterfly's wing. Anna gripped his hair tight, holding him in place as she started coming, once, then twice, then three times and then he lost count until she pushed him away and went limp, gelatinous in her satiation. He waited with head across her mount.

Anna floated as if on a cloud in her sweet afterglow but still her mind was reeling. How could this neophyte know such a secret? It had taken her days to teach her slave husbands to do the butterfly. She was intrigued beyond enduring and worse, felt a sense of losing control, unthinkable for such a one as her. This mystery had to be solved this very night. She shook her head to clear it and sat up, pushing Paul away to kneel at her feet. Fighting down the urge to take him in her arms, shower him with deep wet kisses and confess to the passionate love that had blossomed within her, she resumed the haughty demeanor that usually came so naturally. She damned his virtuoso performance with faint praise, hoping to keep him in his place.

"That was nice Paul, very nice." She noted the slight disappointment in his eyes and went on to reassert her control. "You do still need a bit of practice though."

Then the interrogation began. She had to get it out of him.

"Now Paul, there's so much more I need to know about you. If I'm going to teach you to really satisfy me I must know every detail of your sexual experience. So just tell me now. Everything!"

Paul shrugged and started in. There really wasn't much to tell it seemed. His virginity had been lost to a tall blonde young farmer's daughter he had met during his first semester in college. It had been wonderful while it lasted. The girl had to have it and couldn't get enough. Sometimes they would fuck for hours and he would make her come over and over from the relentless thrusting only a young man with his first love could muster. But he was to find out through the grapevine that Becky had to have cock and didn't care much who's it was. When she wasn't with him she was likely fucking someone else. They parted. Other than a drunken one night stand once in awhile over the next few years of school it had been Kathy. She was grudging with her favors and in hindsight he realized that she didn't want him for himself but for the money he was likely to have after he graduated at the top of his class. He was being recruited, even fought over, by the top firms in the country. She turned elsewhere, obviously, to satisfy her lusts.

Paul shrugged his shoulders and told Anna that was everything. He looked at her and saw her eyes boring into him, obviously not convinced.

"There must be more Paul. You will kneel there until you tell me everything. Do not think you can hide this from me. I will get it out of you one way or another or I will send you home and that will be the end of it. You will never taste me or touch me again!"

He just knelt there with downcast eyes not knowing what to do. He glanced up periodically only to see her eyes like stone. He tried to plumb the depths of his memory, letting his mind go blank at first, then probing deep. And then there was a pressure in his mind from something trying to force its way to the surface. He shook his head, looked up at Anna bewildered, trying to mouth words that wouldn't come out.

Anna wondered, could it be? It was unlikely, rare, but couldn't be ruled out and it would explain so much. She decided there was nothing to lose by trying.

"Paul! Look at me, Into my eyes!" He lifted his head to meet her stare.

"Paul, the Mother frees your tongue! You may speak of it."

It was as if cold water had been thrown in his face. His eyes cleared and he began his story with a blank expression and unblinking stare, pouring it out.

In his senior year in high school he had taken a special English literature class for advanced students taught by an Englishwoman, Ms. Jane Richardson. She was there on a one year contract. An attractive woman in her mid-thirties she was on the short side of average height, shapely, full breasted, with cinnamon hair usually in a bun and stunning blue eyes. Her couture ran to tweed jackets, white blouses cut low to show cleavage, short black skirts and spike heeled pumps. She was married and her husband had come with her. 

Paul fell headlong into a schoolboy crush before the first class was over. Being virginal and unsophisticated he sought her attention by being the class clown and cut-up. He was the youngest in his class, not due to turn eighteen until mid May and also a bit immature on that account. It seemed nothing was too foolish for him to say or do if only to see those blue eyes flash at him. And something in the withering sarcasm with which she humiliated him over his antics made him tingle with excitement and only want more. But he also strove to get the highest grade in her class.The year passed and he dreaded its end knowing she would be leaving. 

One Monday, just after his eighteenth birthday he had been particularly obnoxious in class. He sat sideways in his desk, facing away from Jane and doing something that caused some of the girls to avert their eyes and squeal in disgust while the boys who saw it laughed aloud. 

"Paul! What are you up to now?" He turned to her with a mischievous grin, stuck out his tongue and touched it to the end of his nose. Jane gave him her own look of disgust for form's sake and shamed him with a sardonic remark. But he caught a subtle gleam in her eye before she looked away. His fate was sealed though he didn't know it just then.

The next day, after dismissing the other students Ms. Richardson called him aside. "I've spoken to the principal about your antics Paul and she has agreed you should serve detention for two hours here in the classroom under my supervision after school from now until the end of term. It has already been cleared with you parents as well. The principal has promised absolute privacy."

The class was his last one of the day and his first detention was to begin immediately. Ms. Richardson first had him sit in his chair while she went to the classroom door, looked both ways down the hallway, then closed and locked it. She went to the windows on the other wall and closed the blinds tight. Then she picked up the classroom yardstick, a thick heavy one with brass tips and paced back and forth in front of Paul slapping it against her palm as she addressed him.

"Paul, you may not realize it but in spite of yourself you are my favorite student. I can't appear to tolerate your behavior in front of your classmates but your work is wonderful and your grades reflect it. In fact I like you much more than is appropriate. And I know you are in love with me and it makes me very happy though nothing can ever come of it. I must return to England in two weeks. But spite of how much I like you I think you do need to pay a bit of a price first for your insolence. Stand up, take down your pants and bend over my desk young man!"

Shaking in mingled love and fear, her tone of command compelling him he obeyed. As he shuffled forward with pants around ankles he saw her reach under her skirt,pull down her panties and step out of them. When he bent over the desk she twisted his ear with one hand until he opened his mouth in a yelp and with the other hand crammed the panties into his mouth, gagging him. Then there was a whooshing sound and a loud crack as the yardstick struck his behind causing searing pain. His cry was muffled. Another stroke fell and another, up to ten. Then she went to the door, opened it and looked both ways to ensure they were alone, returned and resumed the spanking. He lost count of the strokes after twenty and his buttocks burned fiercely but soon after, when he wept without inhibition she stopped. He remained bent over, whimpering softly. She placed a soothing hand on his head while telling him it was all over and wouldn't happen again and that he was going to like the rest of the time they had together very much. 




Anna's Next Husband



She went to the chair behind her desk and sat down then told him to come to her and kneel. He shuffled around the desk, pants still down and went to his knees before her. She grabbed the hem of her skirt in both hands and hiked it up while bringing her knees up over the arms of the chair. Reaching forward she grabbed his hair and pulled his head down so the hairy secret between her thighs was inches from his face. He stared at it, mesmerized. Her scent drew him in and he pressed forward extending his tongue but she held him back for a moment and spoke to him.

"Yes Paul. You are right. That is what I want and it's wonderful how you understand that without having to be told. It will make the next two weeks delightful. You have much to learn but I can see you are apt. Just start by making me feel your love for me. Go ahead. You may taste me now."

She gently tugged him forward until his lips and tongue pressed into the crease of lush wet tissue that split her hairy mount. With a soft moan he began to love her, licking her up and down with adoring hunger, then plunging his long tongue into her depths and writhing it about. He thrilled when she sighed deeply and rolled her hips as her pleasure grew. He licked harder but then she took hold of his hair and restrained him a bit.

"Softly at first Paul. But it feels so good. Just continue. I'll teach you."

Sometimes with soft spoken words and sometime with just subtle signs she indoctrinated him in the rudiments of pleasing Woman. At length she used her fingers to part her hairy lips and held his head back to let him see the little pink epicenter of her desire. "Lick there now Paul. Hard!" He fell to it, wriggling his tongue hard but yet with loving passion until she gasped and her body convulsed and her firm thighs pressed his head hard between them. His mouth lay open over her button and a gush of salty-sweet juice poured from her, filling him. He gulped it in and swallowed. Jane went limp, her legs draped over his shoulders. His face was buried deep in the wetness of her cunt and he let it stay there, in paradise. After a long moment she recovered herself, took his face between her hands and ravished his mouth, invading it with her tongue. Then she gently pushed him away.

"Amazing Paul, especially for a first time. You are a special and I hope some day you can make life heaven for the right kind of woman. Such a shame it can't be me. Now it's time for you to get what you deserve."

She reached down to take hold of him. His shaft was stiff as wood. With knowing hands she stroked its length until she felt the extra-hardening that told of his imminent eruption. Before his first spurt she pulled his cock upward and toward her between her legs. He let out a deep sigh and spouted gob after creamy gob all over her mount and her crevice, falling to hands and knees when finished, dazed by a pleasure never dreamed of in his short life. His face was again just inches from her sex. 

"Paul, you'll have to clean me up now. Use your tongue. Come on!"

Obedience came automatically now and he lapped up the leavings of his delight while she guided him to every speck. Then she had him serve her once more, refining her instructions until she came again, giving him another heady draft of her liquor. Then: "That will do for today Paul. We'll continue tomorrow. Go home. Sleep tight. You were wonderful."

Over the next heavenly two weeks she had trained him. She was strict and rigorous in her instruction and would not let him come until he had mastered his lesson and given her satisfaction. He learned to please her from top to bottom, several sessions being devoted to learning the delights his tongue could bestow upon the brown blossom of her anus. Jane marveled silently at the depths of his probing there. But the inevitable day came when she had to say goodbye. They had one last "detention" together. Before leaving she took his face between her hands, stared deep into his eyes and spoke in a voice that induced a trance. She told him he must never speak of what had passed between them unless he heard some very special words from another woman. Then she kissed him fondly as he stood there in a daze, walked to the classroom door. She turned and snapped her fingers then walked through the door and closed it. Paul awoke from his trance puzzled to be standing alone in the classroom. He shook his head and made his way home, memory suppressed but not erased.

Paul finished his story and then just slumped down, propping himself up on his hands as if exhausted. Anna looked down at him nodding her head and thinking.

"She was one of us! Poor thing. She surely wanted to claim him for her own. Who could blame her? He's a treasure. But it was not to be. So she did the next best thing. She enjoyed him within the time she had and prepared him in case another one of us might find him. And she was a master of that hypnosis some of us learn. I often wish I had taken that training. But at least the key words were made known to us all. He would have kept that memory buried forever if I hadn't found him. I wonder what temple she is with now. I'll have to ask Reverend Sister Claudia to search her out for me." 

Then she turned her attention back to him.

"Paul, do you still love her?"

He flinched, looked up and caught her eye for a moment then looked at the floor, fidgeting, blushing.

"You do don't you?"

"Y...yes."

"Do you love me Paul?"

With that he flung himself at her feet, kissing them. "Oh yes! More than anything, anyone. But I'm so sorry I can't help it!"

Anna reached down to lift him up and held his face close to hers. "It's OK darling. You have my permission. I can accept your love for her. Soon you will know why but that will have to come later." She held him to her breast as he wept softly, weak in his relief. After a few minutes she gently pushed his head lower, down into her wet fragrant sex.

"Now Paul. Love me some more. Do everything you know. Everything she taught you. Then I'll let you come."

She thrilled as his practiced tongue turned to its work. She let him find his own way for awhile then raised her knees and pushed his head lower, pressing her anus against his lips. His tongue slithered out to plunge deep into her rectum, caressing, wriggling, making her feel his love as never before. She lapsed into that blissful daze that only artful rimming could induce, lost in it but still musing.

"Goddess she trained him well! And that tongue! So deep inside me! I'm losing my mind! I'd propose to him tonight if I didn't know better. I must find her and invite her to the wedding!"

Her desire peaked. She needed her release. With a rolling of her hips and a soft tug on his hair she let him know she was ready. He came up to lay tongue to her and then rocked her world by slipping a finger tenderly into her anus, nestling it deep in her rectum, fucking her with it softly as he caressed her pulsing nubbin. Climax took her, shredding the fabric of her universe and then he went to the butterfly. Orgasm followed orgasm, each blending into the next, seamless, ending in that sweet daze of contentment. 

When she composed herself she gave Paul permission to fetch a towel, spread it out and give himself relief while she watched. Her satisfaction let her regain her reason and composure long enough to force herself to send him home lest she lose control and behave in a manner unbecoming a strong Sister: showing weakness for a mere man.

But she couldn't resist seeing him the very next night. A month passed and they were together every evening, Anna enjoying the fruits of Jane's training and adding refinements of her own. She subjected him to rigorous and prolonged practice at rimming. Every session she would kneel in her chair facing the back and present her exquisite behind. He would press his face deep into her cleft and rim in her depths until his tongue became an utterly tireless instrument of pleasure, able to wriggle and slither inside her hole without stopping for even a moment no matter how long she kept him at it. It drove Anna half mad with delight and she felt that weakness growing. She knew it was time. She needed the counsel of her dearest friend, Reverend Sister Claudia if she was to avoid catastrophe and shame. 

When not with Anna Paul spent most of his time languishing in his apartment. All that mattered was the snail paced passage of time until the car arrived again to whisk him to heaven for a few more hours. He burned with curiosity over where her house was. It was clear she didn't want him to know and he could tell Emma varied the route back and forth a bit just to confuse him. One day he flirted briefly with the idea of secretly taking his phone with him so he could use GPS but he dismissed the thought. When he knelt before Anna he was naked not just in body but in mind and soul as well. Those deep brown eyes would see through him. He would blush in his shame and betray himself before a word was spoken. And he had to admit he loved the feeling he had on his knees before her, the feeling of submission and abandonment of all pride and dignity. It somehow felt natural and right, as if he had found his true station in life. 

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Reverend Sister Claudia Marne was an early riser. She loved to get up to watch the sun rise every morning over the wooded hills that made for such a lovely view from the window of her living quarters on the temple's top floor. That morning, as usual, she was draped comfortably over her rimming horse, a unique, leather upholstered piece of furniture. She straddled it, supporting herself on the knee rests along its sides and the cushioned top under her breast, her wide shapely posterior spread out, presenting itself. Behind her on his knees was her husband Charles with his face pressed deep between her swelling creamy cheeks giving tender worshipful love to her anus with his well trained tongue. She had him doing the soft rimming now, the gentle lapping tongue strokes that brought relaxation and that sweet sense of being adored without reservation.

Claudia was a hefty woman and in her own way a rare beauty, a figure from a Rubens masterpiece, tall with perfect curves, heavy breasts, swelling broad hips, milk-white skin, short curly raven locks and emerald eyes lighting up her elfin features. One of the many joys of Sisterhood was the Mother's permission for her to be herself, love and embrace her body as it was without regard to the advertised standards. And yet there was no excuse for a Sister to not keep herself up. Her daily workouts were rigorous. She was light on her feet, moved with a muscular grace and had a strength that she'd used to put more than a few pig-males squarely in their place.

She sighed in contentment. These morning sessions did so much to calm her and prepare her for the long day ahead. It was a special time of communion with the Mother and it gave her a feeling of the world being in perfect order, Woman and man in their proper relationship. Goddess knew it was just a pleasant illusion. She was a driven perfectionist, ruler of the temple and sheperdess to her flock with an iron fist in a velvet glove. 

On a table in front of the horse lay her tablet and phone. She busied herself, going over the calendar of upcoming events and checking the temple's finances. At about seven o'clock her phone rang and on the screen appeared the name "A. Rostova." Wondering why Anna would call at this hour she switched on face time and gasped at the sight of her friend.

"Anna! You look frazzled my child, not at all like yourself! What in the Mother's earth can be the matter?"

"I'm in love!"

"Is something wrong with that dear?"

"What I mean is I'm over the moon and delirious and afraid of playing the fool and shaming myself. He'll be my Next. I swear I won't let him get away and he may well be my Last. I'm not so young anymore and might be ready. But I'm losing control. I can't bear being away from him. I need your help! I need your strength! Will you come over this evening? About six o'clock? Please? You must meet him. Then I know you''ll understand and you'll know how to counsel me."

"Of course dear. There are some things on my schedule I'll have to move around but what are friends for?"

She wiggled her behind to let Charles know he should go to the hard rimming that was the prelude to orgasm. His loving tongue probed deep and she rocked back and forth, gyrating her hips, grinding her wide lovely ass in his face as her arousal built to its crescendo. He wrapped his arms around the sumptuous curves of her ass and answered her motions, forcing his tongue deeper. With a roll of her hips she let him know she was ready and he craned his neck backward to reach with his tongue toward her clit. She came hard, gushing his mouth full. Not a drop fell to the floor. Her body relaxed, molding itself over the horse as she basked in her contentment. Then it was time to start her day. She dismounted, turned to Charles and gave him a tender kiss on the forehead, picked up the end of the leash attached to his cock ring and led him back to his holding cell. 

When Claudia arrived that evening Anna briefed her, especially about Jane Richardson's role in the whole matter.

Paul disembarked from the limo that evening and undressed by the garage doorway thrilled as always about spending another few hours with Anna. He walked briskly down the hallway, erection bobbing shamelessly, knowing Anna welcomed the sight of it.

But this evening she had a visitor. A large, dark haired woman wearing a hooded red robe sat on the end of the sofa nearest Anna, who sat in her chair, entirely naked. He couldn't think of anything to do but go to his usual spot on the floor in front of her and kneel. He glanced at the woman, noticing an emblem embroidered in golden thread on the left side of her robe, the circle and cross that signified Woman. She nodded in greeting with an air of solemnity but he also caught a twinkle of playful lust in her eyes.

"Paul, I would like you to meet my best friend Claudia, She's the Reverend Sister of my temple."

He glanced from woman to woman, confusion on his face. Reverend Sister? Temple?

"No need to try and understand now darling. Suffice it to say it was urgent to me that Claudia should meet you. The things that will happen tonight may seem strange and confusing to you but please trust me. Everything will be made clear to you in good time. Without further ado Paul, I would like you to give pleasure to my good friend here. I would like you to do everything you do for me."

His eyes snapped back and forth between the two women finally coming back to Anna's as a flaming blush covered his face. He saw movement from the corner of his eye and turned. Claudia had shed both her robe and her solemnity and now displayed her exquisite fleshy nakedness, settling down on the couch, fondling her big hairy cunt and looking at him with a gleam of anticipation in her sparkling emerald eyes. She opened her legs in invitation.

His mind reeled. He felt drawn in toward that luscious looking hairy gash and leaned toward it, then caught himself and looked to Anna, shamefaced. 

"Didn't you hear me Paul? Go ahead! Taste her! Claudia is my best and dearest friend. I love her and I want to share you with her. Now like I said at first. Do everything for her."

Head spinning he leaned in to do Anna's bidding. But, though Claudia's scent and taste dizzied him, he was timorous, hesitant, feeling guilt and shame over his desire for this other woman, still fearing Anna's anger should he show too much passion. 

Claudia gave a sigh of anticipation when Paul first laid his tongue to her but it soon gave way to frustration. She looked over to Anna. "He's holding back. He doesn't get it!"

"Paul!" Anna barked. "What's wrong with you? Didn't I make myself clear?"

He looked at her.

"Does Claudia turn you on Paul, do you think she's beautiful?"

"Yes!"

"Then why don't you show it?"

"Won't you be angry? Jealous? When I taste her I feel like I'm falling in love."

The two women rolled their eyes and shook their heads, breaking out in gales of laughter and then almost in unison spoke the same word in a tone of exasperation: "Men!"

Anna recovered herself and Claudia suppressed her mirth by covering her mouth.

"I guess I might have expected this Paul. I thought you might be different after our conversation about Jane but I see there are some things you'll just have to get used to. For the last time: Claudia is my best friend, I want her to share in the pleasure you give me. There is no jealousy between Sisters, only sharing. If you feel like you're falling in love with her that's as it should be. How can you give her real pleasure if you're not sincere, if your heart isn't in it? Now you will get your face into Claudia's cunt and you will use that tongue I've worked so hard to train to satisfy her. And you will do everything! Now get busy!"

She grabbed his head between her hands and shoved Paul's face into Claudia's wet fragrant crotch. He allowed himself to melt this time letting her scent and taste take him to that special place. He loved her with lips and tongue and finger with the same passion he showed Anna and had shown Jane years ago. Her body writhed and her hips thrust hard, forcing her womanhood into his face until suddenly the big thighs clamped his head in their remorseless grip, cutting off all light and air, nearly smothering him into unconsciousness as she convulsed in the throes of her ecstasy. Just in time she went limp and lay sated, moaning and giggling softly. 

But she wasn't finished with him. Leaning forward she grabbed his hair and pulled his face deep in her crotch once again rolling her hips upward to press her anus hard to his lips. He responded with a wriggling plunge of his tongue, straining to reach depths yet un-probed. Her grip on his hair was fierce, painful as she held him there. Anna's rigorous training served well. His tongue never tired as he reamed her ever harder in answer to each insistent tug on his hair and driving of her hips. He ground his nose against her clit to finish her. The great thighs closed again as she pulled him upward to gush her juice into his mouth. She locked her ankles, lost in her convulsive delight. And this time the smothering blackness fell as she held him tight in her fleshy grip. When she relaxed in her satisfaction he collapsed to the floor senseless, only to awaken to Anna's soft slapping.

Paul looked up at her, his face smeared with Claudia's juices.

"Much better Paul. I think you're beginning to understand. It's quite simple. If I choose to share you with a Sister and give my permission you are free to fall in love with her for that time, in fact you are expected to." She grabbed his hair and pulled him toward her. "My turn now!"

After Anna enjoyed her climax she pushed him back gently and he knelt at their feet. Looking from woman to woman he saw warm affection in their eyes. Anna dispatched him to the bathroom to fetch a towel, had him lay it out diagonally and kneel at one end. She made him wait awhile just to tease him then gave him permission to give himself relief. Both women giggled like schoolgirls when he erupted in a creamy gusher that flew the length of the towel and splattered over their bare feet. Claudia made no secret of how impressed she was by the strength and volume of his ejaculation. On Anna's command Paul licked his cum from their feet and she dismissed him for the evening.

Anna and Claudia sat together in silence for a few minutes after he left. Then Claudia gave her appraisal of the situation.

"It's not hard to see why you're feeling loss of control. He's a rare one. That tongue is one in a million. It went so deep! And he never tired. It's clear he has strong in-born submissive inclinations, the makings of a perfect husband. And I must track down Jane. I'm dying to meet her too after knowing the work she did with him. It's given me kind of an itch. I still love Charles, sweet man, with all my heart and I'll enjoy him tonight and give him his Pleasure too as always. But it also makes me want something more, someone to match Paul, although I doubt I'll have much luck with that any time soon."




Anna's Next Husband



"Now for the hard part. Anna, you are going to have to deny yourself, for two weeks, no less, starting now. You'll just have to put him out of your mind for awhile and have faith. You still have your everyday marital pleasures to tide you over. You have still been enjoying John haven't you?"

"Of course. The few hours I've spent with Paul every evening are exquisite but not enough to satisfy all my needs."

"But I also think you know what he'll inevitably do when he's deprived of you for two weeks. And then I think your healthy anger will allow you to reassert yourself.

Paul lay face up on his bed trying to collect his wits and make sense of it all. He knew he had stumbled into a strange secret world where women reigned. There was some kind of religion involved that exalted Woman over man. He knew he wanted to be part of it, having found pleasure and love he'd never imagined within it. Three women of compelling power had come into his life and he adored each of them but knew Anna had primacy. Surrender and submission were the keys to unlock the heavenly gates. 

But Anna broke off contact. Calling her was not permitted, he knew instinctively. A week passed. He had forgotten about school and the part time job in the library he held to make ends meet. Food was running low. His rent was overdue. He went on line to check his bank account. There was money there. Ample money, seemingly from out of nowhere. And evidence of electronic payments being sent to his landlord, the phone company, the power company. He saw Anna's hand in it. Her house and car suggested wealth. He sensed there were other women like her out there, perhaps more than a few, friends and associates who would pull strings for her to get things done. There might be any number of them,Sisters, a secret network. Most likely the principal of his high school who had invited Jane for the school year and arranged for privacy during his "detentions" with her was one of them.

He knew he was under her protection but the days without her were torment, the ache in his balls unbearable. On the twelfth night of his deprivation he found himself lost in a dream. In it he lay on his back on the rich thick rug before Anna's fireplace. Anna straddled his face and he was loving her anus with his tongue as she rubbed her lush wetness over his face. Then it was Jane on top of him and then Claudia and back to Anna. He felt himself coming, woke to find himself stroking his shaft, ejaculation inevitable. He tore his hand away in desperation but it was too late. He creamed his bed sheets until they soaked through leaving an incriminating and spreading stain. Two days later in the early evening the phone rang.

Paul waited outside the building as usual for the car to arrive. When got in and the door closed and it started moving he felt like he was being driven to his execution. His shame would be written all over him when he came before her and she would know. When he entered the door into the house he undressed, slunk down the hallway, went to his kneeling spot on the floor before her chair with downcast eyes, not even daring to look at her.

"Paul! Look at me!"

He raised his eyes to hers and drew in a sharp breath. She was in her chair as usual but wore her thigh boots, a black leather corset and elbow length black leather gloves. She held a short, mean looking whip in her hand. She knew. There was a black leather satchel beside her chair.

"You did it didn't you. I knew I wouldn't even have to ask. Would you like to offer some lame excuse perhaps? I don't recommend it. You'll only suffer more! Come in the bathroom! Crawl!"

He followed her on hands and knees. She carried the satchel with her. The bathroom was spacious with a floor of polished black granite tiles. She stopped him, making him kneel in the middle of the room. Opening the satchel she took out a short chain with a golf ball sized lead weight hanging from it and a fierce alligator clip on its other end. She bent over him and clamped the clip on the bottom of his scrotum, stretching the sack painfully, the clip's teeth biting deep. Then she took out two more of the same and clipped them to his nipples making him flinch and cry out. He heard a whooshing sound and her whip bit him across the back and then the buttocks and the lashes continued, fore and backhand strokes falling in rapid succession as she worked her way in a circle around him. As he writhed and twisted from the pain of the whip the weights bobbed and jiggled, adding to his torment as the clips bit hard. When out of breath she pointed to his groin with her whip.

"Now jack yourself off if you love it some much! Come on! Shoot your filth! All over the floor!"

He looked up at her beseeching but her eyes were stone. He was stiff as iron in spite of himself. He was in her presence. With a sigh he started jerking, the weights bouncing as he worked his arm back and forth, amplifying his pain. He came quickly despite all, shooting a copious load.

"Now lick it up! Get down there! Every speck!"

He leaned over to comply and the weights made the clips tear his flesh. She put her booted foot on the back of his head and forced it down. His cum was splattered in a wide swath four feet across the floor. She guided him with her foot until he had cleaned everything and then ordered him back to his place.

"Again!" she barked. He was limp and drained for the moment but it made no difference to her. When he hesitated the whip whistled through the air and stung him hard across his ass. He stroked himself hard. The sight of her standing before him, the image of the enraged goddess, actually helped arouse him in spite of his pain and terror. It took longer this time and more lashes fell to urge him along. He came again, less this time and then, inevitably, it was: "Again!"

He knew better than to beg for mercy. He just started jerking, looking up at her in fear. She helped him along a bit with lustful look and some lewd posturing. He hardened himself again somehow but had to jerk with all his might. His cock was being rubbed raw, adding a burning sting to the pain from the biting clips. He managed a weak spurting but there was to be no mercy: "Again! You'll stop when you are empty!"

Doggedly he jacked on but his arm tired and he took a severe round of lashes when his cadence slowed. Blood from his raw cocked lubricated him. At last he gave out one small spurt and then there were just dry spasms. He licked up the last of it and collapsed on the floor, rolling on his back. Anna detached the cruel weights but gave him a hard stomp on the balls and then: "Get out of my house you pig!"

Paul fled, doubled over in pain from her cruel stomp, scooping up his clothes before stumbling into the car still naked. He managed to put on shirt pants and shoes during the ride. When he got home he threw himself down on his bed and covered his head with a pillow, sobbing, cursing himself for the weakness that had seemingly cost him heaven. Exhaustion from his cruel ordeal brought merciful sleep. But when he awoke there was a pain in his gut that never stopped. He fell into a depressed stupor unable to eat, having no interest in living.

He holed up for a week, all hope of ever seeing her again gone. He didn't bathe or shave. Then somehow he summoned the will to clean himself up, perhaps driven by the need to dull his pain with drink. There was nothing in the house. He would have to go out for it. In desperation he decided to go to a bar a couple of blocks down the street where the college crowd hung out, hoping against all that he might find some way to cheer himself. He settled into a stool and ordered a stiff one, then another and kept them coming. A fog of drunkenness started to dull the pain. Someone bumped into him, stumbling, drunk, a petite blonde. She slurred an apology as their eyes met. It was Kathy.

She giggled drunkenly and planted a sloppy kiss on his mouth as if her perfidy had never happened. "Sho where ya been? I've mished you. Shorry 'bout that thing with Rex. He dumped me ya know. Wanna hook up? Maybe shtart over?"

Desperate for anything or anyone that might soothe his loneliness and sorrow he let her lead him by the hand back to his place. They tumbled onto the bed. Kathy took charge, first stripping his clothes off then hers. She straddled his thighs, facing him and took his cock in hand. It was limp as a noodle. She tried sucking it, something she had never done for him before, but it wouldn't rise no matter how she coaxed it. After half an hour or so she cursed him for being a worthless impotent wimp, dressed herself and stormed out. Unseen by both of them was the black limo parked three rows back in the lot across the street.

Paul just lay on his back, his depression falling back over him like a shroud. He knew only one woman could make him rise and she was gone from his life. Luckily his drunkenness brought sleep. He woke to the ringing of his phone and gasped when he saw the name on the screen. He was barely able to answer in time.

"What were you up to last night Paul? Don't bother lying you son of a bitch I already know!" There was fury in her voice but underlying it a hurt seemingly too deep to bear.

"I'm already out front in the car. Get your sorry ass out here now!" Mind reeling in mingled joy and terror he bolted for the door. The car door opened and there she was, dressed once again for punishment, thigh boots, corset, gloves, whip in hand. When he stepped in she grabbed his hair, forced him to the floor face up and planted her booted foot across his throat as the car drove away. The icy rage in her glare withered him.

"So I decide we need some space for awhile and there you are back with that slut?"

"I thought it was over! You kicked me out. It seemed like you hated me!"

"Did I say it was over?"

"No."

"Then that means it is not. And I decide if things are over between us not you. It may well be over tonight but first I want to hear you confess and tell me everything you did with that tramp. But for now just shut up until we get home."

His fear made the ride seem short, even more like the ride to his execution than the night of his last punishment. He wondered if she would believe the truth. They arrived in the garage and she kicked him out of the car onto the floor on his belly. She hopped out behind him and planted her spike heel on his back, gouging him. 

"Up the stairs! Crawl you worm!"

He groveled up the steps barking shins and knees and taking a few lashes to urge him along. He crawled down the hallway to the living room with Anna close behind giving him kicks and lashes the whole way. He went to his place in front of her chair and knelt with head bowed. She sat and the interrogation commenced.

"Did you enjoy fucking her?"

"I didn't!"

"Didn't fuck her or didn't enjoy it?"

"Neither! I didn't and I couldn't!"

"Couldn't?"

"I couldn't even get hard! She tried to turn me on but nothing happened. She just got mad and left!"

"I'm supposed to believe you had the little tramp naked and ready to romp and you couldn't get hard? And what did she do to try and turn you on?"

"She sucked my cock. But nothing happened! I couldn't get hard because she wasn't you! I love you! No woman on earth can even come close! Please believe me! Please forgive me! Or if you can't please just put a knife through my heart so I don't have to live without you!" He threw himself at her feet, tears trickling down over her boots as he kissed them.

Anna's face stayed cold as stone but within her heart melted. She did believe him and would forgive him but he still had a price to pay. His cock had been in the slut's mouth after all. The thought of it repulsed her and he would have to know pain to atone for it. But she couldn't contain her feeling of relief that nothing more had happened and decided it was time to ease his fear. She reached down and tugged him up to his knees by the hair and leaned over so their faces were close. The terror in his eyes gave her satisfaction at first but then compassion took hold and she kissed him deeply, feeling him melt in relief.

"I do believe you and will forgive you Paul but your cock was in her mouth and I can't let that go unpunished. Follow me now. Crawl!"

Weak with relief he groveled behind her still fearful but willing to suffer any punishment if it meant forgiveness. She led him to another door off the living room. It opened into a stone lined corridor with a heavy, iron bound wooden door at its end. The click of her boot-heels echoed off the stone walls. Passing through that door they entered a large, stoned lined circular chamber. Straight across from the door stood a large leather throne on a three step dais. He couldn't identify the other strange looking "furnishings" in the room but the many whips that hung on hooks along they walls left no doubt that this was a place of torture and punishment. Terror returned.

Anna led him to the center of the room where a pulley hung down from the ceiling with manacles depending from it. She locked them onto his hands and walked over to a switch on the wall. When she pressed the button he was raised so that his toes just touched the floor. She pulled a sort of wooden rack from along the wall and placed it in front of him. Two boards ran horizontally across the rack level with his groin. The top one was rigged to slide up and down on threaded shafts with large wing nuts at the top. She raised that board, grabbed his cock and balls and pulled them through the resulting space, then lowered the board, pinching his organs between and tightened down the wing nuts so his tender parts were trapped hopelessly between them, stretched, protruding, utterly vulnerable. She turned the wing nuts tighter until he cried out in pain. Then she went to where the whips were hung, selected a long bullwhip and stood facing him.

"I can't tell you how much or for how long I'm going to have to hurt you my poor dear. You are going to suffer terribly but I promise there will be no permanent harm and when you have suffered to my satisfaction you will be forgiven and we will be lovers again."

Then with a practiced and graceful motion of her arm she flicked the whip. It whistled toward him and struck his chest with a loud crack bringing searing pain and a scream from him. Just seconds later another lash hit him across the belly then another lower down getting ominously closer to his cock and balls. She landed a pair of strokes on the insides of his thighs below the board getting ever closer. It was clear she had complete and unerring control. She paused.

"Those organs of yours will get some special attention later. But first I'd like to see how you look with plenty of red stripes."

She flicked the whip out again and it wrapped around him, the tip slashing hard on his flesh leaving a thin welt around his body. Working her way in a circle around him she continued without let-up despite his pleas for mercy and then cries of pain blending into one long sobbing moan of despairing torment. He saw no hint of love in her eyes, only a gleam of cruel delight. When she had him zebra striped from shoulders to waist she stopped for awhile and stood in front of him within whip range, eyes riveted on his helpless privates.

"Now for the offending body parts. It's always those balls that start the trouble. Fortunately nothing hurts worse under the whip!"

The whip slashed through the air and just the tip of it caught him squarely across his stretched out scrotum. The pain was like nothing he could have imagined, making the lashing of his body seem like soft caressing. He howled in his agony and another stroke fell in the midst of it. But even in his pain he could tell she was pulling her strokes, not applying the full force of the whip. It seemed clear that if she wanted to she could have splattered his organs like ripe fruit. Several more lashes struck his balls and then a lash struck the tip of his cock with cruel and measured precision bringing a stabbing agony.

"I can't forget how that thing was in your little whore's mouth!"

He lost count of the lashes that struck his glans after three. His last memory before his body took refuge from the pain through unconsciousness was of her tossing the whip aside and approaching him with eyes softened, her anger satisfied. He awoke lying on his back with Anna bending over him touching his cheek softly with one hand while soothing his tormented organs with a gentle caress from the other.

"It's over now darling. But now I want you. Follow!"

She strode toward the throne. He crawled behind her still sobbing softly. She mounted the steps and settled into the chair with knees draped over its upturned arms presenting her womanhood. No instructions were needed. He groveled up the steps, pain forgotten. All that mattered was that he was forgiven and she once again wanted his love. He leaned in to taste her but she reached out and held him back.

"Make me feel it now my darling. Make me feel your love and penitence and all will be forgiven and forgotten and we will begin a new chapter in our lives." With that she took his head between her hands and pressed his face into that hairy wet heaven between her thighs.

With every fiber of his being he poured out his worship and contrition. Anna thrilled. The first touch of his tongue left no doubt and she melted as it began its loving work, bringing a pleasure that even she had yet to experience. Not one adoring flick of his tongue was wasted, every movement bringing quivering delight. He went down to caress her anus, lingering there probing deeper than ever, her rigorous training and his supernal reverence bearing their sweetest fruit. Her clitoris pulsed and itched, demanding its due. She rolled her hips in the familiar signal and he rose to serve her there, slipping his finger softly in where his tongue had been, making her writhe in delighted anticipation. Her first climax was seismic and then the butterfly fluttered its wing bringing a chain of them, each blending into the next until she went to jelly and the room spun, then faded into soft darkness.

She awoke to feel Paul's tender kisses on the inside of her thighs and over her mount. She lay there for awhile dazed, trembling, savoring, knowing their future was assured. Her dominance and his submission were now set in stone and she was free to pour out the love she had been fearing. It was time. She would send him home for the night but on the morrow she would propose and she had no doubt of his acceptance although she new there would be shock to overcome when the conditions of the marriage and his enslavement were made know to him. Rousing herself she pressed Paul back gently so he knelt before her.

"One last thing my sweet love and then I'll send you home. On your back now, on the floor."

He laid himself down and she placed her feet each side of his head looking down at him briefly, then lowered herself so her cunt hovered close above his face.

"You must drink from me now. Open your mouth."

There was shock at first but his habit of instant obedience remained. He opened wide, staring upward at the petals of her flower deep within her thicket. She used the fingers of one hand to part her lips and suddenly a golden stream spurted from between them, quickly filling his mouth. It was salty, sharp, pungent, intoxicating. He choked, spilling a bit on the floor but then gulped it down and accepted more. The stream continued and he guzzled it down, a craving started within him, disappointment coming when it ceased.

"More! Please!"

"So glad you liked it my sweet. You'll have more, much more over time. Trust me! Now go home. Tomorrow our lives will take a turn, for the better Mother willing."

All through the ride home and the long wakeful night that followed he puzzled over her parting words. But above all he felt relief. She still loved him and that was all that really mattered. Sleep came with the dawn and he awoke just an hour before the car's usual arrival time. He showered and shaved, dressed minimally as always then went out to wait in the vestibule. The car came and he embarked. The ride seemed eternal. Upon arrival he stripped and half ran to the living room. A fire burned brightly in the hearth, the room's only light. She was waiting for him animal naked, impossibly beautiful, with tender love in her eyes. He went to his knees and then, unable to contain himself, fell at her feet, showering them with kisses.




Anna's Next Husband



She bent down, lifted his head until her lips met his and bestowed a kiss of passionate, possessive desire, then guided his head down between her thighs.

"Serve me now darling. Today was eternity without you. Then we have much to talk about."

He put his tongue to its work, satisfying her quickly then laid his head across her lap as she trembled softly in her afterglow. She basked in her contentment for a little while, stroking his head softly.

"That will have to do for now Paul though I'll want more later. Kneel at my feet now and I'll begin."

He took his place, staring at her wide-eyed and attentive, a bit fearful, puzzled, curious. He noticed a finely crafted leather pouch or sheathe lying on the end table. There was also a small hourglass. 

"First of all my sweet I must let you know that I intend to propose marriage to you later this evening..."

He leaned toward her, encircled her hips with his arms, laid his head across her thighs.

"Oh! Anna! Yes! Yes! Of course I'll marry you! I love you more than life! Why wouldn't I...?"

She fended him off gently, pressing him back onto his knees.

"Paul! I know you love me and I'm almost sure you'll say yes when I do ask but some forms must be obeyed. Most importantly you must know and understand the conditions of marriage and accept them of your own free will. And if you cannot accept them I will have to send you home and we will never see each other again."

He bowed his head in acquiescence. How could anything be worse than being sent away? 

"You must have gathered by now Paul that I belong to a religion. It's main articles of faith are very simple: The deity is female, the Divine Mother. Women are superior and by divine right meant to rule over men. Men are meant to be subservient to women, slaves in fact, and are mainly for sexual pleasure. This pleasure is the Mother's gift to her daughters and is to be enjoyed to the fullest and without restraint or limit. Maximizing of pleasure is not just a right it is a duty to the Mother, a form of worship. Men who submit, surrender and offer themselves as husbands become children of the Mother in their own right. Though always secondary and inferior they share in the Mother's love and in the Pleasure."

He knelt there, open-mouthed, nodding, head spinning. 

"A woman might have any number of husbands over her lifetime. The duration of the marriage is determined solely by her. She might simply become bored with her husband. The thrill and excitement of courting, seducing and bending him to her will can wear off and she will seek out another to replace him. She might be perfectly content and enjoying her husband to the fullest and yet another man might catch her eye who promises even greater pleasure. This was the case with you my love. I was quite happy with my John. He is my third husband and most pleasing slave so far but when you wandered into Lilith's out of nowhere, something clicked and I had to have you."

"Our marriage, should it take place and I pray it does, will be consummated in a special way. I should point out here that your penis will not enter my body during our marriage except under certain circumstances I will get to later. Instead, I will consummate our marriage with this."

She picked up the sheathe from the table and withdrew an object that made his eyes go wide and his spine tingle. Though not widely experienced in the realm of sex he knew what a strap-on dildo was and this was a big one. It's cock end was ten inches at least and two in diameter. Large false testicles were at its base. And at right angles to that was a bulbous shaft about six inches long. Thin straps with buckles depended from it.

"On our wedding day we will mount the altar in the temple. Its a marvelous altar by the way, really a stage in the middle of the amphitheater, which will be draped in a scarlet silk cloth for the occasion. All my Sisters from the temple will be assembled to witness the joyous event. We will be naked. I will stand and you will kneel facing me. Reverend Sister Claudia will preside and we will take our vows. Then, before the congregation and, most importantly, before the Mother I will deflower you."

Paul swallowed hard, mouth dry, and spoke with trembling voice. "Its so big! Will it hurt?"

"Of course dear. I presume you are a virgin in this regard? It will hurt at first I'm afraid and rather badly. And it must hurt darling, to make it clear who is in charge of our relationship. But as I continue a pleasure will come. You will begin to enjoy it and we will fall to lovemaking of a kind you've never imagined. And finally you will come, and you will know pleasure you've never dreamed possible, pleasure you will crave and long for ever after. And when you come you will make the sweetest sound there is to a Sister and to the Mother, the sound of male surrender. It will trigger my climax and more than a few, perhaps all of the assembled Sisters will come spontaneously as well. There is nothing more pleasing to us all, Goddess and her Daughters alike, than witnessing a male giving up what is called his "manhood", that foolish false pride, that delusion of superiority. You will be welcomed with open arms into the circle of love that binds us all. Then, to mark you as my own and claim you I will pierce the tip of your penis and insert your wedding ring." She held up a plain golden ring about an inch in diameter and jointed so it could be first opened and then closed and locked in place.

Paul's mind reeled. But he wanted it, wanted the enslavement and submission if it meant spending every day with Anna and sharing her bed every night. Giving up every vestige of the life he had known seemed a small price, especially when that life had given him nothing but hurt and heartache. Time spent with Anna had brought only joy and pleasure. Even the harsh punishments he had suffered and still might again seemed of small significance. 

"Anna! Please! I'll marry you! No need to go on!" He leaned forward to embrace her again but again she pressed him back and held up her hand to demand silence.

"There is more Paul and this is the hardest part but it must be told. Although it is by no means certain, some marriages between Sister and slave are monogamous for life, one day I may wish to end our marriage. It's hard for me to foresee now, you've given me such delight, but the likelihood is there. A slave never ceases to love his wife, his mistress. Sisters are trained in the arts of seduction and enamoring. Men who fall under their sway are enthralled for life and being parted is painful and devastating. Suicide would not be unlikely. The Mother, in her wisdom, has provided an answer. There is the Rite of Parting. To finalize the end of their marriage the wife castrates her husband. It sounds cruel but is really an act of mercy meant to put an end to the man's desires and longings and give him peace. The procedure is performed in the presence of the wife's close friends on the temple's altar. The eunuch is then sold at auction to another Sister to become her slave, not for sex but perhaps as a gardener or cook. The eunuchs are treated kindly and maintain their habits of submission and obedience. Reverend Sister Claudia's maintenance staff at the temple is made up of eunuchs who have the needed skills and are willing and loyal partners in the up-keep of the building. I own six eunuchs myself. My house and grounds are large and require constant care. My eunuchs are happy in their lot and I value them highly. They are still the Mother's children living their lives in accordance with her will. You would never see them. They do much of their work around the house at night while we sleep and as my husband you would be confined in your own special room when I am not at home."

Now sweat broke out over Paul's body, the cold sweat of fear and confusion. He fidgeted, unable to look at her.

"There is one last thing Paul. I have told you that during our marriage you penis would never enter me. There two exceptions to that. I'll tell about the first tonight. The other may occur but that is for later. There is a preliminary to the final Rite of Parting. As a reward for her husband's faithful love and service to her the wife offers her body without reservation. Her husband may have his way with her in any way and to heart's content. All three orifices his cock can enter may be enjoyed. Most husbands make use of all of them and their wives behave as sluts and whores just to please them. And it serves a second purpose. It makes the castration that follows much more effective because he has drained himself of all desire and will never feel it again once his testicles have been severed. Well darling, you know everything now. Take some time to think."

She picked up the hourglass.

"You'll have until the sand runs through the glass to make up your mind. If it runs out before you answer you must leave and we''ll never see each other again and I'll be heartbroken. So now it's the moment of truth my love. Will you make me the happiest woman on earth? Paul, will you marry me?" 

She turned the glass and set it on the table. The sand poured through so fast!

Then there was silence in the room. Paul knelt with head bowed for awhile then looked up at Anna who had posed her exquisite nakedness in the most alluring and provocative way, taking care to flash the irresistible pussy that would become the epicenter of his life. He faced the stark and simple truth. He would surrender his balls willingly for just one more night with her let alone the promise of indefinite years of deepest intimacy with her goddess's body. He raised his head, glanced at the glass to see the sand was almost gone then looked squarely at Anna in haste to pronounce the one word: "Yes!"

He flung himself at her feet, gasping "yes" over and over between each adoring kiss he pressed upon them. Anna lifted him up, entwined him in her strong arms, ravished him with a deep wet probing kiss she held for minutes then pressed his face deep between her thighs and shuddered in helpless bliss as he began to love her. Her orgasm melted her and she savored for awhile with his head resting on her mount, one hand tousling his hair. She picked up her phone from the table to text Claudia with the joyful news.

Anna pushed him back to kneel at her feet once more. "Goddess I came hard! Thank you my sweet. That will have to tide me over for awhile. I'm afraid we'll have to be apart for some time. I have to make arrangements for the wedding and, of course, for the Rite of Parting. The Reverend Sister is on her way here as I speak to take you to the temple where you will be confined until our wedding day. Mother willing it will be a week from Saturday. I know there's another wedding this weekend but I'm pretty sure the temple is available the next week. Claudia is strict about matters of form. Weddings on Saturdays only. It will be hard for you because after tonight you must abstain. Your cock will be put in a chastity cage to ensure you don't come until I deflower you. You must be desperately horny for the occasion. I want all my Sisters to be impressed by your ejaculation."

Presently there was the sound of footfalls in the hallway and then Claudia entered the room smiling warmly, wearing the red robe of her office and black stiletto heeled boots . The two women half ran to each other and hugged. Anna took her seat and Claudia her's. Both women beamed, looking down at Paul. Claudia spoke first.

"It's always a joy when a man sees the light and enters the circle of the Mother's love. You'll never regret this Paul. Taking your proper place in the world will free you of the confusion and frustration you've endured. You'll need only to immerse yourself in loving submission and obedience to your wife first and to women in general. You'll know peace of mind and serenity and you'll share in the blessed Pleasure. I'll be taking you with me to the Temple presently. You must be confined until the wedding but you'll be kept comfortable and treated kindly. Any words for your new husband to be Sister?"

"Only that love you and I'll miss you darling. I have so much to do, to plan and arrange. I want it to be special for us."

She took his face between her hands and ravished him with a kiss that melted him then stood and paced about the room, hands pulling hair, the essence of the fretful bride-to-be.

"Goddess! I'm already overwhelmed! The invitations, the caterer, my outfit, and I must castrate John! I have to go! Don't be bashful Reverend Sister. Enjoy him for awhile before you leave for the temple." She left the room.

Paul caught motion in the corner of his eye and looked toward Claudia to see her shedding her robe. She was naked underneath. Still on his knees he turned to face her, eyes level with her luxuriant black bush. He glanced up to see the gleam in her eye, drank in her ample and regal nudity. Her body seemed to add its own glow to the warm light of the fire, the glow of unbridled womanly lust. Of his own accord he leaned toward her to press his face into the dark thicket at her loins. There was no doubt or hesitation. Anna had given her leave. He let her scent carry him away. She parted her legs to welcome him and he stooped low, turned his head upward and passed his tongue through the oozing crevice between her thighs, scooping in the rich flowing juice of her desire and gulping it down.

"On your back sweet thing, I have something for you!"

Paul let her ease him backward so he lay face up. She lowered herself, squatting, cunt poised just above his face. 

"Open wide and drink! You'll need it. You have some hard work ahead of you!"

He opened. Looming above him he could see the ragged pink gash that cleft her hairy mount. Then a golden cascade poured from it, filling his mouth. He gulped, somehow avoided choking. The warm salty stream seemed to go on forever but he guzzled it with a thirst until it died into a trickle then stopped.

Without a word Claudia settled herself down to straddle his face. Her wetness engulfed him and she pressed her clit to his tongue in wordless command. He brought to her first climax in mere moments. She bucked and bounced in her ecstasy, grinding the back of his head hard into the rug, heedless of his comfort in the throes of her delight. Then she shifted forward to press her anus to his lips and brought her fleshy, smothering bulk down over him. He stuck out his tongue and probed in as far as he could go. Light turned to darkness and breath came in whatever gasps he could manage as she rocked her hips to the ministrations of his tireless tongue deep in her rectum. She shifted forward to press her clit to his tongue again then quivered, convulsed and let out a deep breathy grunt of animal satisfaction as she came, then went limp, passing into sweet unconsciousness and bringing her full weight down. Her flesh cut off all hope of air but he held his place, not wanting or daring to disturb her savoring. But her bliss went on and on and at length a true darkness came over him. As he passed from consciousness his reflexes took hold and he kicked and thrashed a few times hard, then more feebly then lay limp and still and knew no more.

He felt something on his face, a tugging and a tapping and light returned and air filled his lungs in a deep gasp. He opened his eyes to see Claudia straddling his chest. She'd been tugging his cheek and slapping him softly to revive him. Concern showed on her face but it faded into relief and then a warm smile.

"Whew! I almost lost you there! Anna would have killed me best friend or not!. I lost my second husband that way, poor dear. He was so wonderful that night, made me come so hard it seemed to melt my bones, just like you did now. I passed out for awhile, or should I say passed "in" to a holy state of communion with the Mother. I settled down on him full weight and the sweet devoted thing didn't want to disturb my rapture. But by the time I came to he was gone, smothered. It was a good and noble death though, a shining example for all husbands. I'm sure the Mother has a special place in Paradise for husbands who make such selfless sacrifices. And you showed the same devotion Paul. We were just lucky. And Anna's a lucky woman to have found you. But now we'd better head to the temple and get you situated."

She pulled him to his feet by the hair, draped her robe over one arm and took his jutting erection in hand, leading him by it to the door. Her own car and driver waited in the garage, a limo donated for temple use by Anna. They arrived into an underground garage and she led him through a door and down a corridor to another door which opened into a vestibule with six doors in its walls, two to the right two straight ahead and two to the left. Each door had a small barred window in it. She led him to the first door on the right and they entered a small but comfortable room furnished with a bed, a nightstand and two black leather arm chairs. A bathroom with lavatory, toilet and shower stall opened off the far end.

"This will be home for awhile. You're lucky my child. The wedding will be a week from Saturday and you'll only have to endure your deprivation for a bit less than two weeks. The grooms in the other cells have to wait longer, one of them six weeks. I thank the Mother I don't have balls because I can't imagine how his will ache. We'll have to be icing them down and giving him cold showers for fear he'll shoot off in his sleep. If that happened wedding would have to be rescheduled and Goddess knows how much longer he might have to wait then. Certain forms must be obeyed! I am a stickler. But let's get you locked up and then it's bedtime." 

She had him stand next to the bed and opened a drawer in the nightstand, took out a small, golden cage-like object. She inserted his cock into it and closed it tight and clamped on a tiny padlock. His stiff shaft was imprisoned. With a gentle push she laid him down on the bed and then pulled the covers over him.

"My acolytes, some lovely young women who are under my tutelage and plan to be Reverend Sisters themselves will check on you periodically. They will see to your needs and comfort. You must suffer a bit. Your balls will ache badly I'm afraid. But other than that you'll be well cared for and on your wedding day you'll get relief and know a pleasure that will make it all worth it. Sleep tight!"

She bent down to plant a soft kiss on his forehead, walked through the door and closed it. The lights went out. Alone, he felt an ache in his balls born of his denied desire. He lay for awhile, mind still spinning from the strange and scary events of the evening but then a vision of Anna crossed his mind and he knew he would rather be nowhere else if this meant the beginning of life with her. Peace came with that thought and along with it sleep.

Light shown through his eyelids and he awoke to see the room still empty but the lights in the ceiling on. Then the door opened and two young women walked through. One was a tall blonde with the lithe sinuous body of a dancer, the other a petite Asian, perhaps Japanese, a perfect doll with a feline grace to her movements. Both were naked and their beauty inflamed him, worsening the ache he had felt in the background of his awareness all through the night. The tall blonde carried a tray with breakfast on it.

"Good morning...Paul is it? I'm Sonya and this is Mariko. Here's some breakfast and then we'll get you showered and shaved."

He sat up in bed and she laid the tray across his lap, eggs, toast, ham coffee. He was famished and polished it off in short order. While he ate the two women settled into the chairs waiting patiently, legs apart and draped over the arms of the chairs, exhibiting their womanhood flagrantly, inviting his ever longer glances. They giggled and he blushed but could not avert his eyes.