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Ceremony of Acquiescence - Group

By: SimonSeeward



This is a background story for one of my other works. In case the title doesn't give it away, this story is the non-incest version of "The Ceremony of Acquiescence - Incest".

The Ceremony of Acquiescence.

Princess Maria could normally see with her eyes closed.

That was not to say that she had any special abilities or superpowers though. Instead, it was simply that she lived on the planet of Sapphira; and one of that world's many distinguishing characteristics was that every one of its women could do just that. No, despite her exceptional beauty, the mental afflictions from which she suffered and the strangeness of her mind, Princess Maria was at least physiologically normal.

The second distinguishing characteristic of Sapphira was that the members of its population were not categorized as 'boys', 'girls', 'men', and 'women'; but rather as 'boys', 'girls', 'beasts', and 'slaves'. By itself, that fact was relatively unimportant, but there was a history of unimaginable length and vicious oppression behind that collection of terms. Three centuries had passed since the replacement of the word 'Masters' with the word 'beasts', but the women of Sapphira still clung instinctively to it some parts of it. It persisted within the name by which the women of Sapphira called themselves, and it persisted within other matters as well.

Returning to Maria, however, it is important to state that her ability to see with her eyes closed had nothing to do with her own body. It was instead purely down to the invisible but ever-present EnPid, or the Network of Psionic Interface Devices to give it its more technical name. The EnPid enabled a slave to share in the major senses of every slave who was within her allotted range, or to whose channel she subscribed. It was for that reason that every slave heard, saw or felt those sensations that her neighbor did; and whilst the EnPid showed no regard for privacy, it did at least filter out the more unpleasant sensations.

The sting of an insect or the pain of a toe stubbed against a wall? That was blocked. The sensual caress of a silk gown against naked breasts, or of a lover's tongue against an eagerly presented pussy? That was shared and, furthermore, recorded as well. Well, it was perhaps due to the EnPid's lack of discretion in what it shared that Maria lived in a society that was far removed from what had been considered normal before its creation. For all of their bizarre sense of modesty, the slaves of Sapphira had never been considered chaste, though.

Of course, any conscious slave would be too busy processing the signals from her own senses to do the same with those of another, let alone those of each of her neighbors. Her brain could at least store the deluge of information into memory, though, and her unconscious mind had no such limits on processing what she had stored. It was for that reason that Maria's dreams were more vivid than reality itself.

If she returned to the time of her Queen's last birthday, for example, then she would once more witness the sight of forty thousand slaves frigging themselves to orgasm before the Great Stage. At the same time, she would see every single slave in such detail that she could count the drops of juice that they themselves saw as they gazed upon each other's delicate folds. Similarly, albeit from the direction of the Great Stage itself, she would once more hear the din of a thousand slaves riding a thousand naked, young beasts. Below that din, she would hear things that would have been too quiet for anyone barring their owner to have heard, though. She would hear the deliciously obscene sounds that each sodden cunt had made as it thrust passionately upon each rigid cock. And when a slave brought her beast to climax, Maria would hear the delicate splattering of each spurt of cum across the slave's hastily proffered panty-mound.

Maria did not return to her Queen's last birthday, however, for she did not fall into her dreams by accident, and the EnPid's ability to share sensory information was not its primary purpose. Rather, it was instead designed to extract as much processing power as possible from each slave's mind. As soon as they fell asleep the slaves' minds were amalgamated into their country's central data processing unit, and it was in that form that they worked to solve those issues where no one person could know everything that was required. Breakthroughs in medicine, in science and in technology; social management and resource distribution issues; new ideas for pornographic movies, and the continued development of sexual toys. Well, the slaves of Sapphira had always been far more enchained by their unquenchable lust than they had been by the Masters who had fought to control them.

Of course, only so much work that could be derived from a slave's mind before she required rest. The EnPid was a generous employer though, and none of the slaves would seek to complain. If the main reward for a night of intellectual work was a day full of love and sex, then the second reward was ninety minutes in a dream specifically chosen to remind the slave of just how wonderful her life was. It was because of that, that when Maria's mind fell free of the communal processing to which it had been dedicated since she had first fallen asleep, she knew that she would dream about one of several Sunday nights. Of course, there were many to which she could have returned. Maria had been a Princess for almost five years, and one of the privileges of being a Princess was attending the various ceremonies and orgies that took place every Sunday within her Great Hall.

Just as the EnPid allowed Maria to see each slave as she had been seen by those who looked upon her, so too she saw herself as viewed by the members of royalty who sat with her, though. The curves of her bare buttocks and beautiful, youthful breasts. The darkness between her thighs that was her only modesty, and the swollen nubs of her erect nipples. The Ladies of State paid such attention to her that, had she wanted to, Maria could have spent almost the entire dream experiencing a longing gaze upon her naked body. She had no interest in viewing herself, however, and she felt only humility in the fact that they delighted in gazing upon her.

She paid no attention to the simply decorated and glass-enclosed balcony within which she sat. The soft, plump cushions upon which she and her peers sat? They too were similarly ignored. The beautifully but obscenely decorated rugs upon which her Queen and peers would make love later? They were also ignored. The dozens of lovingly molded dildos, strapons and vibrators that were hung upon the rear wall, and the sexual toys that had been put to thorough use on every single Sunday since the execution of the Masters? They at least garnered a moment of impish recollection, but that was all.

Maria paid just as little attention to the peers whom she loved as she did to herself and her Great Hall, though, for as always, her first course of action was to turn her attention downward. To which Sunday had she returned? To which delicious memory had her unconscious mind been sent that night? She looked down upon the floor that spread out beneath her balcony, for the answers to her questions were to be found in the slaves beneath her.

If she looked upon vast circles of naked slaves, where each circle could be distinguished by the method with which its occupants brought each other off; then she had returned to the Sunday following her First-Knight's last birthday. If she saw a seething and writhing tangle of limbs, where hundreds of naked slaves fingered, fucked and sucked each other with no regard for who it was that they pleasured; then that would be the infamous Lady's Day riot of four years past. If she saw thousands of slaves so dazed by the Queen's latest batch of drugs that they could do nothing but stroke frantically at their pussies; then that would be the deliciously enjoyable and yet nevertheless farcically unexpected orgy of last year's Lover's Day.

Despite all of that, she looked upon a Sunday that had started more innocuously than any that she could remember. She treasured it above all others, though, and she felt a thrill of excitement as soon as she recognized it. Three years and three months had passed since that night when her world had been transformed before her, and what she had seen still fuelled both her own fantasies and those of her six loyal Knights.

Naturally, the gallery of her Great Hall had teemed with those commoners who had come to watch that Sunday's Ceremony of Acquiescence. In contrast with the other nights that still fuelled her fantasies, they had behaved with surprising modesty despite their nudity though. No more than a hundred slaves had stroked between their widespread thighs, and just thirty couples had kissed, fondled or suckled each other; whilst a mere handful of couples had decided to take turns going down on each other's lovers. The remainder of the commoners had waited patiently for the start of the Ceremony, and they had done little more than chat and giggle as they did so.

Having verified the date to which she had returned, Maria turned her attention to the exquisitely beautiful members of royalty who had shared the balcony with her. She started with Catherine, the Queen of Kritoria and the Empress of Sapphira, for there was not a slave alive who could help but do otherwise. It was normal for visitors to modify their bodies, and the previous week had seen the Queen arrive with her breasts as large as her bodyweight would allow. They had in fact been so large that they had felt like clouds of soft warmth against Maria's back at those times when the Queen had mounted her during the night's orgy, and Maria had secretly hoped to experience them once more. The Queen had turned up with not one single obvious modification, though; and, at the time, Maria had thought nothing of the fact that the twelve Ladies of State had done likewise.

The Queen had sat upon those cushions that occupied the center of the balcony. Her two gorgeous Concubines had sat in nothing but their collars of sapphire and ruby to her left, and her six First-Knights had knelt naked behind her. Similarly, the Ladies of State had sat at the Queen's right, whilst their collective First-Knights had knelt naked and subservient before them. As per usual, the Knights had waited in indecent eagerness for their chance to serve the Ladies of State, but for once Maria had been separated from her own First-Knight. For the first time ever the Queen had ordered Maria to the front of the balcony, and she had ordered Maria's First-Knight, Elizabeth, to remain in her usual position.

Maria had therefore sat as if isolated from the beautiful members of royalty who occupied the balcony behind her. She had done so knowing that it was a position to be feared, for it was never wise for a member of royalty to turn her back upon a Queen in such situations. The Lady or Princess who did so was likely to end the night pinned to the ground as she was gangbanged by her peers; whilst many a hapless soul had wept in shame as she had been made to squirt her cum across the balcony glass. It was for that reason that Maria should have worried about what her Queen might have been scheming behind her back; but on that special and wonderful day, her mind had been full of thoughts unbecoming of a Princess. She had been left with no wits with which she could ponder the reason for her exile and, rather than attempt to do so, she had merely knelt in complete acceptance of her possible fate.

Had she really stared so fixedly?

Had her eyes really been so wide and so full of tears?

Had she really let her mouth hang open behind the hands that she had raised in shock? Had Maria been proud or vain then she might have recoiled at the sight of herself so clearly shaken with joy before the Queen and Ladies of her country. She was neither proud nor vain, though, and nothing could have stopped her from following the gaze of her past self. She looked, therefore, to where the Free Beasts were leant back against the slope of the Wall of Offering; and she stared at the virile young bodies that had undergone the transition from boy to beast during the week since the last ceremony.

Naturally, they were handsome without exception. The Masters had always favored those with good genes, and the centuries since their demise had seen an unusual form of natural selection at work. For the most part, the slaves of Sapphica were too busy making love with each other to require the services of a beast. Even when they desired a child though, they could not use a Free Beast but were instead required to use one of the beasts imprisoned within a Glory or Impregnation Hall. Given that the vast majority of beasts lived out their lives within the Impregnation Halls, that meant that was no reason for a slave to choose anything but the most handsome to fill her with his seed. The beasts who stood before Maria were therefore amongst the most attractive that the planet of Sapphica had ever seen.

And they were also bound to the wall behind them.

They were tied tightly, for they would not they would not move from their positions until the Ceremony had reached its conclusion sometime during the early hours of Monday, and they were blindfolded as well. Even had they not been, they would have been incapable of recognizing the beautiful slaves who waited eagerly before them though, for each had tasted the Concoction of Blissful Darkness. One by one, each young beast had licked obediently at the drug-smeared, naked breasts of the slave who stood before him. One by one, they had lost not only their ability to reason, but also their ability to remember anything that happened that day. The Concoction had left the beasts almost as devoid of instinct as it had of intellect; but it was also because of the Concoction that the beasts' cocks had stood erect regardless of the fact that they had not been touched. The beasts had therefore stood with their young cocks thrust forward and upward, straining and rigid with need; and each youthful shaft had shone wet and glistening in arousal, whilst some had also leaked trickles of thick, milky-white pre-cum.

How many handsome young beasts had stood before her then? Just seventy? Perhaps at most eighty? Certainly, there had been significantly fewer than was normal for that time of year. Maria had never found any great enjoyment in witnessing their arousal anyway, though, and her admiration was normally focused upon the commoners. How magical it was, to see the slaves knelt in nervous but impatient arousal before the beasts of the slaves who knelt beside them! Maria could never tire of the magnificence of another slave's body, but the eagerness with which the eighty slaves moved upon their neighbor's property was somehow singularly beautiful. They grinned in mischievous pleasure as they masturbated the young beasts whose cocks thrust proudly upward before them, and they giggled in delight as they rubbed the beasts' seed into their flesh! For all of their beauty, there was also something singularly naughty about them as well, though.

Certainly, it could not be denied that they giggled whenever they made their respective beast squirt his cum across their heaving breasts. They did not do so when the slave beside them made their own beast spray his seed across her tits, though, for instead they cried out in mischievous triumph! How wonderfully daring they were, to not care that their cries threw light upon their hidden or until-then latent desires! How heavenly it was, to watch the way in which their daring increased as the night wore on! It was as if they were somehow emboldened by the ever-increasing amount of sperm that was squirted and splashed across their flushed and eagerly proffered breasts, and the sight of their growing lust never failed to trigger Maria's own.

Sometimes it seemed to Maria that for as long as she could remember, she had spent every Sunday night stroking herself to orgasm beside the Queen whom she adored, whilst the other Ladies of State did likewise about them. Certainly, she had spent thousands of hours staring in wonder as the commoners accepted the precious fluid with which they were rewarded for their years of devotion, but that was not the entire story. Rather, a good proportion of those hours had been devoted to wagers with the use of each other's fingers, tongues, or strapons at stake.

Which of the commoners would be the first to give in to her desire? Who would be the first to aim the cock of her neighbor's beast upwards so that his cum splashed across her face rather than across her breasts? Who would be the first to kiss and suck upon his swollen knob, or the first to hold his cock within her mouth as it spewed his cum across her tongue? Strictly speaking, the Ceremony was meant to be a hands-only affair, but every Sunday without fail the commoners switched from tired hands to eager mouths, regardless of what was meant to happen. Her Great Hall echoed then not to the rapid and sibilant working of hands upon shafts, but to the far noisier and more obscene sounds of slaves slurping, sucking, licking and slobbering upon the beast's swollen knobs.

How long would it take for a slave who was tired by her oral ministrations and aroused by those of her neighbor, to decide that she needed nothing more than a cock within her pussy, regardless of what convention dictated? How long until her Great Hall echoed to the cries of pleasure and exertion with which the commoners bounced their buttocks against beasts' instinctively thrusting hips? How long until all that could be heard would be the cries of pleasure with which the slaves fed their swollen teats to their eagerly suckling beasts, whilst their cunts sucked with equal eagerness upon the cocks that thrust into them?

And of all those commoners, of all the Priestesses and acolytes who stared at the boy whom they would soon lose as they worked upon the erect flesh of their friend or neighbor's beast... Who would be the first to decide that, taboo or not, she couldn't give up her one chance to experience what was forbidden? The first to lick his seed from off of her neighbor's beautiful, naked body. The first to wank the young boy turned beast to whom she had dedicated herself for so many years. The first to suck and eventually fuck the beast who filled her mind, and who would never learn of just what had happened on that night that was for slaves only. The first to do everything within her power to ensure that her beast's body understood just how strongly he could be loved, if only he didn't follow his genetic destiny and turn into a complete arsehole.

Well, there were few things that the slaves of Maria's era considered taboo when carried out between consenting adults. To have sex with one's own beast was the second most forbidden of them all, though. The shame associated with it was so strong that Princess Maria and her companions would normally have been engrossed in fucking each other senseless long before the first slave had given in to her desire to break it. On that Sunday, however, the Ceremony had started with an ex-Champion simultaneously following and defying convention.

Where the other slaves had knelt naked before their charge, she had not only knelt as the Ceremony demanded, but also obeyed those traditions that had been discarded long since as being too troublesome to follow. She had worn her hair tied upwards in the elaborate ceremonial style; and even though they did little to alter the elegance of her curves, she had bound her breasts and buttocks with the uncomfortable and unflattering bands of years long past. In that respect at least, she had thus been a model of a slave from an era when the blindfold had been necessary; and yet, in defiance of tradition, she had knelt not before another's beast but before that assigned to her.


Ceremony of Acquiescence - Group



Time and time again, she had made her handsome, young beast spray his thick, rich seed across or between her gorgeous breasts, only to become the first to take a beast's cock into her mouth. Time and time again, she had swallowed his cum -- stroking her sodden pussy feverishly and climaxing often as she did so -- only to become the first to sink in rapture onto the rigid length of a beast's cock. Maria had watched in a daze of amazement then, and her wonder had not decreased in the slightest during the time since.

Had the ex-Champion been driven mad by her forbidden lust, or perhaps rendered incapable of realizing what it was that she did before so many? Tears of pleasure had trickled down her flushed cheeks as she took her beast inside her hot, wet cunt for the first time; and her sobs of triumphant joy as he climaxed into her womb had left the matter of her sanity irrelevant. How could anything so wonderful be wrong? Who could be blamed for copying a Priestess who was loved by so many?

Perhaps the other slaves had been inspired by the actions and joy of their retired Champion. Perhaps the fact that she had gone unpunished had led them to move from one stage to the next with indecent haste. Regardless of why it was that her peers copied her, they had done so with undeniable eagerness, though. Priestesses and acolytes alike had cried in grateful joy, had pledged their bodies for that night, and whispered forbidden desires as they mounted their beasts. They had taken barely an hour to turn her Great Hall into a den of unthinkable debauchery, and their mounts had somehow sensed the love with which they were ridden.

During an ordinary ceremony, it was normal for liters of sperm to be squirted through the air or sprayed across a tongue, but those liters were nowhere to be seen. Again and again, the beasts shot their seed into the slaves who rode them so passionately. Again and again, they emptied themselves into the womb of their own Mistress. The slaves were not to be outdone, though, and they had ridden their beasts with insatiable lust. They had ridden until their thighs were drenched with rivers of cum. They had ridden even when their cunts squelched wetly with every thrust of their beast's cock into the seed that he had already deposited within them, and yet they still met their beast's orgasms with sobs and whimpers of joy.

The Queen, her Concubines and the other Ladies of State must have been similarly inspired as well though, for they too had progressed in record time. The usual casual frigging had been joined quickly by gentle caresses and kisses, and their hands had move with indecent haste from between their own thighs to between each other's. A couple of orgasms were all that it took to have the Knights' tits ballooning against the balcony windows as their Mistresses' friends fucked them from behind. A few minutes more had seen the first of the First-Knights whimpering in shame as she sprayed her cum helplessly against the glass; and it was then that the orgy had really got going.

For all of that, though, Princess Maria looked down upon her past self and saw a slave who for once took no part in the lust of her peers. She saw instead a slave who sat as if stunned, and who gazed in wonder through her opera glasses upon the scene that played out before her. She had watched in a daze as almost eighty beasts who were similar only in their age, nudity and arousal, were pleasured and used lewdly by the same number of slaves. She had watched, frozen and helpless even to bring herself to touch her sodden, leaking pussy, as the cries of those who climaxed upon or within each other had filled the Great Hall with an almost continuous chorus of ecstasy.

And yet she had seen almost none of them.

The beast who, contrary to tradition, had been unchained so that his Priestess and her lover could kiss hungrily above him as they rode his mouth and his cock. The Priestess who had moved from riding her beast to easing a strapon into her girlfriend's pussy, whilst her girlfriend in turn rode her beast once more. The Priestess who had delighted her neighbors by sucking two beasts to a simultaneous orgasm across her face; and the petite acolyte who had sat upon her beast's shoulders so that she could ride his mouth, whilst their Priestess rode his cock and licked teasingly at her arse as she did so.

All had gone unnoticed.

Maria had instead stared in fascination at the beautiful Priestess whose forbidden desires had transformed the Ceremony, and at the handsome beast whose body was worshipped and used with such desperate passion.

He was just a beast!

He was nothing more than a creature of burden and seed, and yet... And yet how wonderful he had looked before or beneath his beautiful Priestess! How enchanting he had seemed after those tens of thousands of young beasts in whom she had never found anything of interest! If only it could have been she who worked upon his flesh! If only it could have been her pussy that slid slowly and wetly down upon his so perfectly proportioned cock! If only it could have been her womb into which he squirted his seed!

The beast had not been the sole target of Maria's desire however, for she had been equally envious that it should be he upon whom the beautiful Priestess reached her orgasm repeatedly, rather than upon herself. That the Priestess had sobbed her adoration of him rather than her, and that she undertook so much effort upon his body rather than against hers. If only she could have been either one of them! If only she could have left the balcony to kiss the Priestess's damply glistening body as she thrust upon him, or to suck upon his balls as the older slave sucked upon his cock!

Of course, Maria had been forbidden to join the slaves who made love on the floor beneath or the stage before her. As her country's elected Princess, she could no more join the two whom she adored than she could protest her life of captivity. She had stared in breathless arousal and amazement at her Priestess and the beast who had once served them both, and she had burned every moment of their forbidden love into her mind.

The devotion that her Priestess, Samantha, had displayed as she switched from pussy back to hand or mouth, whenever she was too sensitive to risk another orgasm upon his still rigid flesh. The bulging of Samantha's sopping wet pussy about the magnificent shaft of Jason's cock as she thrust herself down upon it. The beauty of her petals and the way in which they sucked greedily upon his cock as she rose upwards once more. How breathtaking it had been, to watch as Samantha raised herself from upon Jason's cock each time he finished his orgasm within her! How intoxicating it had been, to watch as she freed his cock so that his seed dribbled thickly from her gaping pussy only to fall onto his swollen knob and beautiful shaft. How deliciously naughty it had felt to watch as she slid her pussy once more down onto his cum-covered flesh, as if she were desperate to take every drop of his seed back into herself.

How had Samantha's love turned into the desire that she had displayed upon his body? Why was it that she accepted and relished his seed with such passion? As a Champion Samantha had been renowned for the bravery that she had displayed within the Pits, but that was of no comparison to the bravery that she had shown that night within Maria's hall. How had she gathered the courage to kneel before him in full view of every slave within the Great Hall, without the excuse of her arousal or lust?

There had never been any question as to the outcome of her passion, though. There had never been, and would never be, a beast who could match the desire of even the frailest of slaves, but she fucked him for hours. She teased him back to erection when even the Concoction could not keep him hard, and she greeted his ever-diminishing ejaculations with tears of joy regardless of their volume. In the end, he was still just a beast and not a slave, though. Despite the Concoction, her love and all of her efforts, he stood spent and barely conscious before her; and she had leant against her him in a moment of profound sorrow and joy. She had cradled his limp, wet cock tenderly then, and she had kissed his weakly heaving chest as tears of disappointment ran down her cheeks.

And then she had surprised Maria once more.

Why was it that out of all of the slaves who filled the stage and the floor that faced it, only Samantha watched as her peers sucked upon each other's tits or gobbled at each other's pussies? Had she worn herself out? Did she have neither the energy nor the lust to partake in their lechery? She had sat with her head lain upon Jason's thigh, and then she had rested against him and kissed his limp, reddened cock until such time as it rose once more before her. She had brought him off not just once but twice more then, but he had finished his second ejaculation by fainting before her. She had kissed and licked him all over as if every drop of seed and sweat was something to be treasured, though; and then she had turned about to face the balcony within which Maria had sat.

Samantha had displayed herself then as if deliberately stating her love and desire for Jason, and Maria had clutched at her breast and caught her breath in wonder at the sight of her. She had seen then what even the EnPid had failed to show her up until that point, for her beloved Priestess had taken her darling beast's seed not just into her mouth and across her face, but in lines across her bound breasts and hair as well. How wanton she had been, to wear his seed upon her as if he was hers by right of marriage! How shocking that she had ignored the fact that her love could never again manifest itself into the lust that was permitted upon that night alone, and how brazen she had been to declare him as hers without seeking permission first.

But how cruel as well.

How unwittingly cruel she had been to take her darling beast before her, not knowing that she too loved him as a beast yet could not touch him. To use his body and to climax upon him, a mere beast, even though she would never be able to use Maria in similar fashion. To accept from him the pleasure that by right should have been Maria's to give. Even within her dream, Maria couldn't help but feel a rekindling of the pain that she had felt on that fateful Sunday; but even as she did so, she was once more overwhelmed by a sense of poignant gratitude.

The war against the Masters had left vast swathes of the planet scarred beyond recognition, and even after three centuries, there was no such thing as an easy journey. The detours necessary for safe travel meant that the journey to her mansion would have cost Samantha a considerable amount of time. By choosing Maria's mansion over the many less important but far closer Great Halls, she had given Maria a gift of unparalleled worth, though. She had allowed Maria to witness not just how wonderfully the long years apart had changed and transformed her darling beast, but also how she herself had gone unchanged. She had also given Maria a chance to witness their ecstasy first-hand, though; and the image of her as she had stood then, wet with exertion and covered in cum, was the most wonderful thing that Maria had ever seen.

The desperate longing and proud happiness of her beloved Samantha's eyes. The flush of her cheeks below the faintly pearlescent glistening of the smeared and slowly drying cum that their mutual darling had squirted across every square inch of her face. The sheen of sweat upon the flushed, beautiful breasts that she finally unbound; and the sight of her nipples, swollen with desire and leaking their milk, as she sucked their beloved Jason's cum from off of the ceremonial bands. The foam that had spread from her thoroughly used pussy up to her mound and onto her thighs; and the glistening, gelatinous sperm that dribbled ever so slowly down her thighs. Even without the addition of Jason's seed, Samantha's body had seemed even more beautiful than Maria remembered, and just the memory of how she had looked that night had driven Maria's fingers to her pussy more often than she cared to admit.

She had stared in speechless wonder at her naked, flushed, and cum-splattered Priestess, then. She had stood up as she did so, though, and she had pressed herself passionately against the glass through which she had gazed. Had Samantha seen her breasts ballooning against the glass? Had she realized just who it was that had cocked one leg and pushed her mound against the glass as she stroked urgently at her dripping wet pussy?

Even in her wildest fantasies, Maria couldn't help but recognize the fact that Samantha would have seen nothing more than a blur to match those of the First-Knights or Ladies of State who were being fucked against the glass on either side of her. She knew just as well that when Samantha looked back upon that night she would see her frigging herself in shameful but helpless lust, though; and the thought was such that even in her sleep, Maria's pussy flooded with desire.

Samantha had leant back against the slope of the Wall of Offering then, and she had spread her lovely legs obscenely, so that bared her beautiful pussy as she did so. For almost a minute, she had stood like that, as threads of glistening, milky juices had fallen slowly from her gently gaping cunt, and she had rubbed their beast's cum across her heaving breasts. She had massaged every precious drop of cum into her skin as if reveling in the feeling of it upon her flesh; and then she had licked her hands clean before pulling upon one teat as she stroked at her swollen clitoris.

She had done so without once taking her gaze away from the balcony above her, though, and even in her sleep, Maria shivered in pleasure. Perhaps, just perhaps, Samantha might have picked out Maria's breasts from amongst the many pairs that were squashed against the glass before her. Perhaps, if the Lady were willing, she might even have imagined correctly that they belonged to her protégé.

Had she imagined that she stood behind Maria then? Had she imagined that she grasped Maria's hips as she thrust her double-ended strapon deep into her; or that she cupped and groped Maria's buttocks as she buried her face in the warm wetness of her pussy? Maria had frigged herself urgently then, timing her strokes to match those of the slave whom she loved and missed more than any other, and she had ground herself against the glass as if it were Samantha's body.

If only she could have joined Samantha!

If only she could have knelt beneath her and caressed her thighs as she thrust her tongue deep into her sopping wet pussy! How would it have felt, if she could have accepted Samantha's strapon as Samantha had accepted Jason's cock? What if she could have caressed Samantha in her darling beast's place, as Samantha rode her own strapon? She had imagined all the ways in which she longed to pleasure and worship her beloved Priestess then. She had imagined all the horribly perverse things that she would do, albeit shamefully, if Samantha gave even the slightest indication that she would enjoy them.

She had slid down the glass as Samantha crumpled to her knees, and they had frigged feverishly then, Priestess and protégé matching stroke for frantic stroke. They had frigged even as their peers fucked passionately about them; and in the moment that Maria's orgasm had struck her, she had seen Samantha's eyes go wide and her back arch so that her breasts lifted skyward. They had climaxed together then. They had sobbed and cried out as one as they squirted their girl-cum helplessly across the floor beneath them; and they had smiled as one once the aftershocks had subsided to the point that they could think once more.

Obviously, there was no way that Samantha could have been certain that she had pushed herself against the glass, let alone which of the many blurred figures was hers, but Maria knew that somehow they had understood each other's love and desire. Somehow, Maria told herself, Samantha must have sensed the longing that she held within her heart for not just her darling beast, but for Samantha and her fellow acolytes as well. Samantha had joined the lesbian orgy eagerly after that, and she had proven through her actions that she had both the energy and desire to match her peers. Rather than copy her with her own peers, Princess Maria had instead stroked herself in a daze of desire, though.

If only she could have been allowed to join the slave to whom she owed even her appearance! If only she could have given herself to Samantha whilst breathing the same air that her beloved Jason did! Could she somehow rouse him from his slumber before mounting and riding him as Samantha had? Might he perhaps wonder at how two bodies could feel so similar against him, and yet move so differently upon his flesh? She had brought herself to her peak countless times then; but she had been torn between the two whom she loved. Should she admire her spent and slumbering beast? Should she watch Samantha amongst the beautiful slaves who fucked each other in abandon, and who sobbed in ecstasy and passion as they did so?

What would she have done had she not been forced to choose, though? What would she have done if she had knelt with Samantha before their darling Jason? Would she have competed with her for their darling beast's cock, or would she have competed with him for the honor of grinding herself against Samantha's clitoris? As much as she lusted after each of them, and as much as she wished to make love to both of them, she knew that she would instead have ordered them to make love once more before her.

For the first time since entering her dream, Maria focused her attention upon her past self, and she watched herself frigging frantically. She saw herself stroking at her swollen clitoris urgently as she pumped two fingers in and out of her sopping wet pussy; and she shivered her in sleep as she did so. It was not, however, the memory of how intense and rapid her orgasms had been that sent a frisson of pleasure throughout her sleeping body. It was instead the filthy, forbidden desires that had filled her mind as she gazed down at Samantha and her darling Jason, and stroked herself as she did so. It was her hope that her darling beast might one day do with her exactly what he had done with their Priestess.

And it was then that Maria's dream turned from recollection to complete fantasy, and she lost herself within it.

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The End

Well... I think that I will never, ever write another dream sequence again. :|