1 comments/ 54587 views/ 13 favorites The Ceremony Ch. 01 By: Decayed Angel The ceremony had ended and the priests were walking down the dirt pathway leading from the altar back to the main building. Calina watched the hooded figures walk in two lines, their robes dragging in the dust. The last two priests were helping support a naked young woman as she walked with them. As she got closer, Calina could see a faint trickle of blood running down her thigh. Once the priests had passed the inner gates, the worshipers began to move off of the stone seating and filed out behind them as Calina remained behind as she did at every ceremony. When all the worshipers had left, she walked to the edge of the altar and gazed upon the statue of Priapus, or more accurately, she gazed upon the erect penis monumentally protruding from the statue. The statue itself stood nearly seven feet tall, with its arms outstretched at its sides, it was nearly eight feet wide. The body was entirely naked, with incredibly detailed musculature including erect nipples along with the erect cock. Still gazing at the cock, Calina marveled at its perfect proportions. It jutted outward from a beautifully detailed scrotum, curving slightly, with powerful veins protruding along the shaft. The head, unsheathed from the foreskin still glistened from the ceremony. "It is magnificent," a woman said. Startled by the voice, Calina turned quickly asking, "Who is it?" "It's okay, you don't know me, but I can be a friend. I'm Sierra," the woman said stepping closer to Calina. Noticing her long black hair and dark eyes, Calina quickly bowed and said, "I am sorry to interfere with you, I will leave." "No, no, that isn't necessary, I came here to see you." "Why me?" "Well, I remember when it was your time in the ceremony. When the priests brought you to Priapus and gave your virginity to it," she said, opening her robe and showing Calina a mark on her right shoulder, a mark exactly like the one carved into Calina's shoulder after the ceremony. "You?" "Yes, it was many years ago, but I too felt the power of Priapus' organ. Now, although I am married and have children, I have never been filled like that first time. I've never felt the joy until I felt Priapus inside me again." "You've..." "Shhh... you speak of blasphemy," she said, but then leaning to her, the woman whispered, "Yes, I have felt the joys of that sacred cock and I know why you are here, why after every ceremony you return and gaze upon it." "You mean I can have it again," she whispered. "Yes, I will help you, but we must be careful," the woman said, hooking her arm in Calina's and leading her back down the pathway. "Each midweek the priests lock themselves in dark seclusion, and since it is forbidden to visit the temple during seclusion, none of the believers will come to the altar either. If you come here then, we'll be completely alone." Stepping through the inner gate, Calina asked, "What time should I come?" "Be here at the gate just after sunset wearing only your robe." Calina nodded. "Now you should go, do not let them see you showing too much interest," she said, nodding toward several priests milling around near their building, Calina bid her new friend, "Goodbye," and returned home. Later, at midweek Calina returned, silently waiting at the inner gate for Sierra. The older woman appeared and without a word, motioned for her to follow. When they reached the altar, Sierra whispered some instructions to Calina, "I will help you mount, however after that you will be on your own. Now, things will begin to happen that you will not expect, do not be afraid, you will not be hurt and you will soon see how good it can be. Now are you ready?" Calina nodded nervously. "Okay, place your robe here and then we'll walk up the stairs there. Be careful, the rocks can hurt your feet, just watch where you step." Placing her robe on the edge of the altar Calina followed Sierra up the stairs until they both stood facing the statue. Sierra took Calina's hand and touched it to the stone cock whispering, "Feel it, imagine it inside you, imagine it filling you completely." The young woman ran her hands along the cock, feeling the veins under her fingers. She was surprised at how smooth it was, especially compared to the rest of the statue. "It's so smooth," she whispered. "Yes, it never was that smooth, it has been worn smooth by those before us." Calina felt a cringe run though her body as she ran her fingers along the rough texture of the statues thigh. She couldn't imagine how it was years ago, how it felt for those first virgins. It was so smooth when she lost her virginity to it, how could she have born this roughness. She suddenly felt Sierra's fingers on her pussy, pushing up into her. "It's okay, I'm just making sure you are ready. Now, use my hand here and climb up, then hold onto the shoulders as you lower yourself onto it." Calina stepped into Sierra's cupped hands and climbed up. Once she had a good hold on the shoulders, she lowered herself slowly down onto the cock. It slipped easily into her wet opening and as she opened up to it, she felt it fill her, filling a void that no man could ever fill. Easing downward, she felt it bump her up inside and she knew she could take no more. Suddenly she felt arms wrap around her and looking up she realized that the statue seemed to be moving on its own. Its long arms wrapped around her as it slowly pulled its cock out and then slowly thrust back into her. The cool statue suddenly felt warm as the hot cock began moving faster and faster into her. Safely held in the statue's arms, she gave herself completely to the pleasure as that wonderful cock thrust in and out of her, the enormous balls banging against her ass. In was just moments and she came, her pussy convulsing over the cock. Expecting it to stop, it slowed a bit as she came, but as her pulsations subsided it began fucking her again. This time she could hear an almost feral growl and she realized the statue was going to cum. Not sure what to expect, she knew she couldn't stop this and besides, it was simply feeling too good and she felt the pleasure shoot through her as she came again. In the midst of her orgasm she could feel the statue trembling and felt a wet warmth suddenly flood her in such quantities that it oozed out of her. Looking down, she could see the white liquid dripping down the statue's balls and running down its thighs. In a few moments the arms gently lifted her off the cock and carefully placed her on the ground. She glanced to Sierra, who had been watching the entire thing, but when she looked back to the statue it had returned to the stoic position it had maintained for these hundreds of years. Calina looked back to Sierra and said, "I never knew it could be like that." "Yes, very few of us experience that." "But it came to life!" Sierra smiled, "It seems to you it came to life, I only stood here watching you move on this statue." "But it held me in its arms, it came inside me!" "Yes, I know the sensation, but, from where I watched, the statue did not move." "But it was so real, so good." "You see why we come?" "You are not alone." "No many of us who tasted Priapus as virgins return now to worship it properly We complete our ceremony in secret elsewhere and then consummate later, on the day of seclusion," she said, pointing back at the gate. Calina saw a line of women approaching, each wearing only a robe, each preparing to worship to their god. Calina looked back at Sierra, who had taken off her robe and placed it next to Calina's. "But..." "Now it's my time to worship, can you give me a boost?" The Ceremony Ch. 01 "Here, put this on, Jinni," said Arianna. "What is that?" "The pink collar shows that you have never been owned and your holes have never been used. There are Masters who will choose girls they can train." "I'm not sure about this. I don't want to go," Jinni replied, with a worried look on her face. "Well," laughed Arianna,"you better go, or you will be hanging with your holes, exposed in the dungeon, and men will just stick them all day. They only bring you down to water and feed you and then for bed and the next day, back up you go for cock use." "Well, I don't want that either. Maybe someday, we will rise up and fight the men." "Oh, Jinni, you new slaves are so silly. We cannot fight the men. They hold us down and use our holes. That is what they do. They have to put their hardness somewhere." "I don't want to be a slave," moaned Jinni. "Well, you should have done something better not to get caught. Now, listen. When the warriors come to the end of the stage all the girls will be licking and sucking on them. You have to try to get noticed by the warrior you want. If he likes you, he will throw you on stage and claim you. But, if you do not get chosen by the time you see the ceremony ending, you better run, because the other men will hold you down and use you. All women that show up for these ceremonies to find a Master and remain unclaimed will be fucked and covered in cum before the ceremony ends." "I see," replied, Jinni, with her eyebrows raised," Pigs. What pigs." Arianna laughed and draped her in a long, sheer white cloth. The girls walked toward town. Jinni kept dragging her feet as Arianna pulled on her. Thousands of women, dressed in white made their way towards the center of the village, near a large stage. She was shocked to see women of all ages coming out to find a Master. Drums were beating in an intoxicating rhythm, as soldiers lit the fire pits and torches that garnished the decorated platform. Jinni noticed the sun beginning to set. A warm breeze flew in off of the Atlantic Ocean, but it chilled her nonetheless. She was nervous. She never had cock in her mouth and was unsure of what to expect. She had only been at the beach village for a few days. Arianna's Master had captured her, but ended up taking Arianna, one of his servants as his own, so Jinni had only a short period of time to find an owner before she would be cast out into the street or sold off at auction. The warriors presented themselves on the stage. They stood naked and proud. Many of the girls starting going wild, looking to see which man they would try to impress. The men's bodies were tanned and decorated with tribal Richards. "Warriors are so sexy," Arianna blurted. "I like smart men instead of killers, Arianna." "Warriors are smart, too. And a good Master will educate his bitch. She will study literature, cooking, art and music." Jinni gave a few of the girls pushing on her a dirty look. Arianna laughed out loud. She took Jinni's hand and led her past the men presenting themselves on the stage. The winds blew harder and the sky darkened. The fire lit up the stage as a few female dancers embarked upon it, shaking their bodies to the primal beat of the drums. "Hurry! Look at the men. It is almost starting. Do you see anyone you like?" "I don't like any of them. I want to go home." "Stop that!" Arianna yelled, pulling on her, "you have to find an owner. Richard is thinking of selling you the man across the way since he offered a huge amount of money for you, and you do not want to go with him. He smells and is a stupid man. He will beat you, Jinni, and then try to hide it from the council. I heard he once killed one of his slaves in a fit of rage, but the council was unable to prove it." Jinni looked up at the hundreds of men and could not decide. Arianna pulled her along. "Here," Arianna yelled," I want you to go after him! I didn't know he was going to be here, He is one of the greatest warriors in the village and an educated man." "Look at all of the women at his feet already." "That is because they know how good he is. He wins countless battles, reads the most beautiful literature and his former slave was the happiest slave of all. Mason is the town leader and hero." "What happened to his slave? Did he kill her?" "No," she replied, "he loved her. Everyone knew he loved her. She died of fever and this is the first time in three years he has come out looking for another." "Oh," Jinni replied, "but there is no way I can get near him. Look at them all and they are all so beautiful." 'Stop. Being a good slave can make you beautiful and many of them are fair-haired. I happen to know, after listening to him speak with my Master, that he does not like the fair-haired girls. You are dark and mysterious. You just need to get your mouth on him and remember to suck like I showed you last night. Most of these girls don't know how to lick. He will notice you." Jinni sighed as Arianna pulled on her shoulder and said, "I will get you to his cock, but then you must do what I said. Do you hear me?" "Yes. But, what about your safety? Won't the men come after you once this begins?" "Not with this," she replied, lifting up her robe. Jinni looked at the branding she had on her hip. "This shows I'm owned. If any man touched me, Richard can kill him. I will be safe. No one would dare, and Richard and Mason are best friends. It's good to have a female slave as friend. Especially for you, I can teach you how to please him, so he keeps you." More girls took to the stage, dancing as the drums beat louder. A blanket of darkness fell upon the small village, as the warriors slowly walked down the steps on the sides of the stage towards the girls below. Arianna pushed through the crowd, coming closer to Mason as she saw the hungry mouths converge upon his hard cock. Mouths and tongues licked and sucked on him. He pushed a few away. "See, he is pushing some away. I told you many of the bitches did not know what to do. They may have put their teeth on him," Arianna said in a bragging manner. Pulling on Jinni, Arianna pushed her down onto her knees, gently took hold of Mason's fat cock and slid it into Jinni's mouth. She swallowed on it like she was told to do. Mason looked down, immediately recognizing Arianna. She had just been claimed as Richard's. He wondered who the dark-haired girl sucking on his dick was. Must be Richard's new lot of slaves, he thought. Richard made lots of money selling off all the slaves he captured. Tongues started to slide into Mason's ass as he moaned. Hungry mouths nibbled on the cheeks of his ass and slid their tongues up and down his crack. He spread his legs wider. He felt tongues in between his toes, in his ass, on his legs and mouths all over his balls. Some were licking on his fingers. Suddenly, he became aware of his cock. The dark haired bitch sucked him well. Her tongue swirled over his hard cock head and Mason knew he was beginning to drip. Her mouth opened wider, as she took in his hardness in long deep stokes. He laughed as Arianna pushed others away from his cock. "Take him deeper," Arianna whispered, "That's it. Suck him deep." Mason moaned aloud, as he felt his cock hitting on the back of her throat. As he went to pull out from her, her tongue swirled over his shaft, giving him chills down his spine. He pushed back into her warmness and pumped a few times. She looked up at him. "Suck, girl," he moaned. Arianna smiled. Jinni's tongue rolled up and down his shaft as she moved it to his juice hole. She licked on it. He moaned louder, "You are a good girl, Arianna, for bringing her here." "Thank you, Sir," she replied, as she watched her protégé's mouth consuming Mason's cock. Jinni could not stop now, even if she wanted to. A sweet taste filled her mouth, causing her to feel a hunger that grew from deep inside of her. She liked taking him deeper and opened wider until he choked her. He released a low laugh as he watched her tongue working his head. Thrusting back inside of her mouth-hole, he knew he was close. He felt the tongues invading his ass. They went inside of him and his balls grew larger. Jinni pushed her hands to the back of him, putting her hands on his ass. His huge tool pulsated. Her hands were soft and he could not take his eyes from her. He grunted as a warm load shot out from his dick. He looked down at the feeding girl. She struggled, and choked but did not release his cock from her grasp. No others would be eating his cum tonight. He grinned widely as her tongue cleaned him. With Arianna's help, she kept his cock safely inside of her mouth. Pulling her by the hair, he grabbed her from her feet and threw her onto the stage. At first, she was confused over what happened. Looking up, she saw the fire pits burning bright and some of the girls on stage being tied to the totem poles. Mason looked down at his cock. She had cleaned it so well. Inspecting it, he realized she had gotten every drop of his cum. He laughed out loud. A good cock-sucker was exactly what he needed. He turned to Arianna,"Thank you for leading her. My search has been long and hard. However, you touched my cock and that must be reported to your Master. Hopefully, I will be able to ease his mind before he takes the whip to you. I will put in a good word for you when I arrive to pay for her. What's her name?" "Jinni, Sir. She is good, sir and my friend," Arianna said, lowering her head in a gesture of respect. Arianna watched Mason pull his balls and ass from the other hungry mouths. He grinned back at her and then made his way towards Jinni. Arianna saw his cock hardening as he made his way to the girl on the stage. She remained on her stomach in the position she landed when he threw her up onto the stage. He reached down, picked her up and led her to a totem pole. He tied her hands to one near a fire pits. The heat from the fire warmed her. The music grew in intensity, as more girls were tied to the poles. Jinni felt her gown rip from her. He grunted as he tore it from her body, leaving her only in the string panties that Arianna told her to wear. Without warning, cold leather came down across her ass. Jinni saw others being flogged. The stage was filled with asses taking leather strips. She cried out. Arianna worried she would fail the lesson and cry like a little girl, and Mason would discard her and make his way back to the crowd. Once, twice, three times, he came down hard on her ass. Her cheeks reddened. Arianna saw the tears fall from her eyes, but unlike many of the other girls, Jinni did not scream. Two girls were taken from the poles, thrown back into the crowds and the warriors went back looking for others to serve them. The crowd roared as men started holding down the women in the audience and using their holes. Legs spread opened, wet pussies for all men to see and to use. Clothing ripped, as nipples were sucked and tits were held together for fucking. Grunts and moan filled the air as Mason came down four more times on Jinni's fat ass. Arianna grinned as she thought she saw her stick her ass out, beckoning him for more. Yes, that is exactly what she did. Mason noticed it and moved to her. He pushed over the thong and with one thrust; he shoved his cock into her pussy. Pulling out from her hole, Arianna saw his cock glistening with her juice. She clapped. She was sure Jinni would be kept now. A wet holed bitch was a good thing to be. Arianna knew. She was one and just being near Richard made her wet. She stuck her ass out again. "Oh, my, I have a whore on my hands. That's it, stick that ass out. Let all see how you want my flogging." He groaned. Jinni pushed out her red ass and moaned as the leather kissed her flesh. Mason began to sweat from flogging the girl. Moving close to her, he again pushed her thong over and easily slid inside of her. "Wet cunt," he yelled. Arianna smiled wider. Jinni was a slave, just like her. Girls that were naturally born to be owned. This could make a girl's life pleasurable because she was doing what she was born to do. Arianna knew she had found a friend from the moment she saw Jinni. She was sure Jinni did not even know herself, but there would be no denying it now. She watched as her friend thrust out her ass for flogging, to the man she would soon call Master. Mason pulled out from her again, showing the crowd his glistening cock. Inside her pussy hole he thrust twice more. Jinni moaned. Her tits bounced. Her ass had taken on a deep, red glow. The fire played tricks on it. Mason spanked her hard again under the full moon. Jinni's legs began to shake. Mason stuck his finger in between the cheeks of her ass and ripped her thong from her. He touched on her pussy and knew she would not be groomed, like all unclaimed slaves. As tradition dictated, she would be prepared in front of her new owner tonight when Mason paid Harry for her. Mason grabbed her long hair and twisted it behind her. He held it like reigns and she felt hardness in between her ass cheeks. Unsure of what was happening; she looked at Arianna whose eyes widened. Arianna knew Jinni has no idea that her ass was going to be taken in front of the entire village. Looking down at the audience, Jinni saw women spread open, moaning as they took cock. Men with hard-ons walking around, stuffing any opened hole. A few girls, dripping with cum, ran away but were held down and fucked. A line of whores held on the top of the stage as men fucked on them doggy-style while watching the warriors claim their bitches. As soon as a hole became opened, a fresh cock came over and stuffed it. Mason put his hands around her neck and locked a leash and collar onto her. His cock stayed in between her ass cheeks," nice whore," he whispered into her ear, "I'm claiming you as mine." Within seconds, she screamed out as he opened her ass with his hardness. The crowd cheered as another slave was claimed. He pumped in and out of her. Tears fell from her eyes but Jinni could not help but pump with him. She felt so full, so alive, and so warm and for reasons unknown to herself, she wanted this man to like her hole. He pulled harder on her hair with every pump and she could see Arianna smiling at her as the warrior claimed her. He pulled out from her and looked at her opened ass and then thrust back inside. She yelped like a puppy. Pulling out again, he became turned on from her hole and thrust back in. Pulling harder on her hair, he knew she was impaled on his rock hard tool. Finally, after a long grimace and one carnivorous moan, Mason filled her ass with cum. He grunted as he filled her. After he caught his breath, he wanted to get her off the stage. He slipped out from her ass. He untied her hands, put her to her knees and Jinni crawled off the stage, through the crowd, with her new owner. Her opened asshole for all to see, dripping with her Master's fresh load. Arianna watched as Mason stopped for a moment and she saw Jinni crawl to his feet and licked on them. Oh yes, Arianna, thought, a true slave-bitch like me. Arianna knew the drill and waited for Mason to come to her. He tied a purple string around Jinni's wrist, which would protect her from all others. "Bring her to your Master. I will come to claim her within the hour." "Yes, Sir," Arianna replied as Mason handed her the leash. As Mason disappeared into the crowd, Arianna released Jinni's leash, brought her to her feet and hugged her,"Good for you. I did not want to see you with any other." "Thank you, Arianna," Jinni said,"How can I ever repay you?" "Just be good for him," she answered. Gently pushing Jinni away, she wrapped her in a long robe. "We better get going. There is still much more to be done tonight." "There's more?" Jinni asked. "Oh, my dear, much more. Hard cocks barely rest and when you are presented to Mason, you must be groomed." Arianna laughed as the two walked towards Richard's home. The Ceremony Ch. 02 Calina cupped her hands together and helped the naked Sierra climb up on the statue and lower herself on its glistening cock. She watched in amazement as the smooth, veined stone cock slowly parted Sierra's lips and then inch by stony inch entered her soaking pussy. Looking at her face, she noticed it suddenly change as her eyes went glassy and she somehow seemed to leave herself. Calina knew that, even though the statue looked motionless to her, it had taken Sierra in its arms and was pumping its powerful hips back and forth as it thrust deep into her friend again and again. While watching her friend move herself up and down on the giant stone organ, she knew that Priapus was fucking her friend like only a god could do. Sierra was trembling now, hanging on the edge of her orgasm, her juices flowing out over the carved cock, the muscles in her arms and legs were tight and bulging as she strained in the intense pleasure, giving herself completely to their god. Calina looked at the sculpted ass of the god, wondering what it looked like as its cock plunged into her. She reached her hand out to touch its ass and as soon as her fingers touched stone, it came to life. She could now feel the incredible muscles flex under her hand as it thrust its cock deep into Sierra, who now moaned, obviously in the midst of her first orgasm. Calina, moved over and began to run her tongue on the statue's enormous balls, feeling the warmth and tasting the juices that had run out of Sierra. The young woman looked up at the statue's face and saw it looking down at her hungrily and as if hypnotized, she grabbed onto it and climbed up it, carefully moving around Sierra until she was able to hook her legs over the shoulder. By holding its head, she could bring her pussy over in front of the god's face. Its hot breath rolled over her as she waited for it, waited for its tongue. In a moment, she felt it snake into her, plunging deep into her wet opening, going deeper than she had felt anyone's tongue go before. It explored her, probing the delicate folds of her deep, wet sex. Then, it slowly recoiled from her, curling around in broad circles as it withdrew, filling her with sensation where she had never felt anything before. The long tongue moved up her slit like an enormous python, opening her lips until it found her clit. In long, everlasting strokes, the tongue slid over her clit and kept going and going, filling her with an electric sensation that drew her closer and closer to... yes, yes. She came, nearly losing hold of its head, as her cunt pulsed again and again... and again. The long tongue slipped off her clit and gently caressed her thighs and ass as she recovered from the incredible pleasure. Glancing down beneath her, she watched as Sierra writhed climaxing again, moaning loudly. When she calmed again, the god then began fucking her in earnest, obviously releasing itself to enjoy the pleasures of Sierra. Calina held onto its head, feeling its breath rushing over her pussy as the statue finally arched its back and came, flooding her friend with its essence. It soon flowed out of Sierra's pussy and ran down the statue's cock onto its balls and thighs. After a few moments, the powerful hands lifted Sierra off its cock and placed her on the ground. It then reached up to Calina, and with one last swipe of the tongue over her ass, it put her down next to her friend. The two women stepped aside, while several other women approached the statue, each preparing themselves for what Calina and Sierra had just enjoyed. Without turning to watch the next woman gorge herself on the stone cock, they grabbed their clothes and headed back down the dirt pathway, nodding their heads to the other women in line. "How can I ever look at a man the same," Calina asked. "It is difficult, but you must. You must make the men feel they please you and you must please them, for if they feel your affection lies elsewhere they will surely try to discover what we yearn so much for." "And if the men find out?" "Surely you know they will punish us, perhaps kill us. They will see our worship as blasphemy. We must act as if Priapus is only a stone idol we pray to, they must never know how we adore and adorn it with our bodies." Calina nodded, wondering how she could learn to touch a human man again. The Ceremony Ch. 02 Richard's home bustled with action. The newly purchased slaves were lined up in a row. Jinni was told to go with the others. Arianna came before her Master's feet and told him something the others could not hear. Richard's face frowned. He grabbed her by the arm and placed her wrists into the handcuffs hanging down from the ceiling. Jinni knew why she was cuffed in the corner, but Arianna assured her, through the look on her face, that it would be okay. Jinni stood in line with the six other slaves, as the men came into the foyer shaking hands with Richard and greeting him. They exchanged silver, gold and money with Richard and all of the men were smiling. Jinni gasped as Mason finally made his way through the door. She worried that she would go unclaimed. She knew why she wanted him now. She saw what when on at the festival. The treatment of the unclaimed was not acceptable. She didn't want to be one of them. He smiled over at her. It sent chills down her spine. She studied his face and she knew he was perfect. His salt and pepper hair and beard were quite appealing to her. She smiled over at him again, but he and Richard were hugging on one another. He was now dressed in full military gear and a sword hung as his sidearm. The two men, like Arianna said, were good friends and she noticed no money was exchanged. This caused her heart to skip a beat. Maybe he's not going to claim me, she thought. I must look a mess, all dirty and grubby. She found herself inside wishing strongly that he would go into his pockets like the others and pay this man. It never happened. The men took seats around Richard, as male slaves served beer and wine. One by one, the six, female slaves were stripped, as was Jinni, and told to sit on a long rubber mat and spread their legs. Jinni tried to cover up her grimace, as she sat on her butt. It hurt. Girls came over and put white cream all over their pussies as the men in the chairs watched. The cream was lathered, thick and covered all of their pubic hair. Then, other girls came out with long blades. Jinni's eyes widened. The blade ran across the cream and her skin and she realized they were removing her hair. Mason watched, grinning, and with each passing of the knife, there was more and more flesh of a bare pussy exposed. His cock pulsated as the blade ran over the outer edge of her lips, wiping off the lathering cream and exposing her beautiful pussy lips. He looked forward to stuffing that bare hole this evening. Jinni was unable to breathe until it was done. One by men, then men came over to inspect their slave's lips. Mason winked at her as he ran her hands over her bare pussy lips, and asked, "How are your ass cheeks, girl?" "They hurt, Sir," she replied. Mason laughed, as Richard chuckled with him. "I heard you gave her one hell of a spanking," Richard commented, as they walked towards Arianna. "I'm guilty. She kept sticking it out. She liked it. I couldn't help myself. So, is anything wrong with this one, Richard?" "Nah, not that I can see, and Arianna loves her. She seems a little on the smart side and sometimes arrogant, but nothing you can't handle. And, her and Arianna became instant friends. And, you know Arianna, she hates women." Richard laughed. "So, you decided to keep Arianna for your one and only, old buddy?" "Yes," Richard smiled, 'I made her mine. You were right. I hope this girl helps you get back on track." "I do, too, buddy. I do, too." "Well, Arianna," Mason spoke, "I was just trying to explain to your Master that he should go easy on you because I know you were helping out your friend, Jinni and I know this has been a huge help for me." "Yes, Sir Mason," Arianna replied, "thank you kindly, Sir." "That is still no excuse to touch another man, Arianna." Richard said sternly. "Yes, Master. I'm sorry. But, Jinni is not aggressive and never would have gotten it into her mouth alone." The two men laughed, as Richard removed Arianna's robe. He grabbed his crop and came down on her ass twice. Arianna yelped, "Oh thank you, master. I'm sorry, Master." Jinni came over and said, 'Please, please. She was only trying to help me." As soon as she saw the look on both men's faces, she wished she could have taken it back. Arianna was shaking her head and signaled for her to go away. "I am sorry, Sirs," Jinni softly said, and tried to make her way back to the shaving area. "Not so fast, my pretty, little girl," Mason said calmly, while grabbing her arm, and continued, "A slave never talks out of turn. I can see you need lots of training and we're going to begin now." Richard shook his head as Mason grabbed on Jinni, and pushed her against Arianna. They were tied to one another by one leg, and then with their hands cuffed, their toes raised slightly off of the floor. The two men stood behind them. Mason cropped down on Jinni's cheeks. He watched them jiggle, and then Richard came down on Arianna's ass. They took turns spanking on their slaves' asses. With each kissing of the crop, they would yelp and their asses would bounce against the others. The men grinned. Mason raised his crop and gave one smack to Arianna, then one to Jinni. Richard did the same. The men noticed both of the slaves were leaking juice from their pussies. They laughed. "Ok," enough," said Mason, "I am afraid I am going to hit her branding spot." The men laughed again, joined the other men, leaving the girls hanging there. "Just shut up next time, Jinni. Ok?" Arianna whispered. "I felt bad. You were getting cropped because of me." "Did it ever occur to you that I like it?" "What. That is sick!" "Sick, you say. I saw your ass reaching out to kiss his flogger. Maybe you don't remember, but we all saw. You like it, too." "Oh," Jinni answered, knowing Arianna was right. "Now be quiet. We will hang here until they come in to brand you." "What?" "Don't worry. It is a very small mark. Like the one I have. It will be fine and I will hold your hand if I'm allowed." As Jinni stood there quietly and tied to Arianna, she tried to figure out why she liked it when his flogger had come down on her cheeks. Maybe her survival instincts kicked in. She certainly did not want to be thrown into the pit with the others. Then, again, maybe it was more than that. She felt herself becoming aroused as it kissed on the flesh of her ass. She knew she wanted more. She wanted him to control her, to use his strength to subdue her. The crowd of men and their slaves began to dissipate, as Richard smiled to Mason. After the girls were released from the cuffs, Jinni was ordered to kneel in the corner of the patio and await Mason's return. Servants converged onto the patio, where they laid out fresh fruit, wine and lit the small fire pits for the branding of Jinni. In the distance, over the ocean, thunder and lightning played in the sky. The sweet smell of jasmine filled the air, as the servants lit various incense burners. The wine was opened and poured into a decanter. Arianna smiled pleasingly. The stories of Mason being a noble Master were true. He would care and look after Jinni as his own. He would guard her and protect her as long as she understood to properly serve his needs. "A bad storm is moving in," Richard mentioned to Mason, as they bid farewell to Richard's guests," Please allow me to make a room for you and your slave for this evening." "That would be fine, my friend. Thank you." Richard laughed and said," I have given you the bedroom in the tower. No one can hear anything that goes on up there," Richard laughed again, and continued," This reminds me of the good old days when we both had slaves that we loved at our feet. Maybe it will come to that again, my friend." "Yes, that would be nice." Mason replied, smiling. Looking over at Jinni, he could not help but smirk over the redness of her ass. The thought that he may have flogged her too harshly suddenly entered his mind. The branding would sting all on its own. He tried to be careful, avoiding her hip area, where the branding would be placed. He thought back to his first slave, Kayla. He has whipped her too hard on the night he claimed her, due to disobedience, and after her branding, she had run a high fever. He nursed her that evening until her fever broke. He had nursed her again, two years ago when she took with fever and plague, but this time, he couldn't save her. She died in his arms. A lump formed in his throat. He swallowed it. He missed Kayla. He tried to push her from his mind. He wondered if he would ever be able to do so. He looked back at Jinni and smiled. He wondered if he could experience deep feelings for another again. He sighed as he asked the gods above, for him, to exercise patience with Jinni. Training a new girl was never easy and since losing Kayla, Mason's perception of the world had gotten a bit colder than when she was alive. Two servants, under Arianna's guidance, approached Jinni. They opened a few small jars of a sweet-smelling ointment. They rubbed it into her hips and buttocks. She dared not look to see what was going on because she was unsure if she was allowed to turn around. "This will numb your skin, Jinni," Arianna stated, "it will help with the pain of branding. I'll not be able to hold your hand, either. He'll be there with you. He's going to handle you as you are marked as his property. That says your master is special. Richard held me as I was branded as his." "I'm scared," she whispered. "Don't be. You saw my mark. It healed in three days and feels fine now. It's alright to cry when it is happening. Your Master will understand." Mason and Richard approached the girls and sent the servants away. "Turn on your knees towards me, Jinni," Mason demanded. Jinni moved until she faced Mason. Looking up at him, she tried to smile. He saw the uncertainty in her face and it humbled him. She was quivering. The smell of the fresh ocean air invigorated his senses. A rumble of thunder played off in the horizon. She's so pretty, he thought. What beautiful creatures woman are. He would treat her well. Her long, dark hair hung past her shoulders. He pushed it away from her face. Her eyes widened, as he smiled down at her. Don't be afraid of me, Jinni, he thought. Richard took his place in a high-back chair, as Arianna came to his feet to sit for the ceremony. Richard's fingers ran through the long, brown hair of his newly appointed slave. She purred as his fingers caressed her. The only servant remaining now was the man who held the branding poker. He moved it over the flames of the fire pit. "I expect you to serve me, Jinni, to the best of your ability. I will take my precious time and train you. If I find you unworthy, you will be cast into the dungeon with the others. Am I clear, Jinni?" "Yes, Sir," she replied. He reached out his hand to her; she put hers inside of his and came to her feet. He walked her to the end of the patio. Taking her hands, he placed them in cuffs and raised the hoist attachment until her arms were a few inches above her breasts. Picking up a flogger, he played the leather straps over her tits. Jinni moaned as the heat of the leather encompassed her breasts. "You are mine and I claim you as mine and will do what I see fit to keep you as mine. Spread your legs," he said. Jinni spread her legs as the flogger came down onto her pussy. She moaned aloud. Her bare pussy lips reddened as Mason saw them start to moisten. Yes, he thought, this is a slave girl. "Arianna," Richard whispered, "she reminds me of you. I wish I would have known Mason was going to look for a slave at this ceremony, I would have offered Jinni instead of having you take her to the ceremony. You're my good girl for bringing her to him. It would nice if things could get back to normal around here." "Yes, Master and thank you, Master," she replied. Mason stood behind Jinni. She felt his breath on her neck. Goosebumps covered her naked body. "My little slave, Jinni. I'm taking you as mine. You are going to be branded as my property. Do you understand, girl?" "Yes, Sir," she replied. "As soon as the brand hits you, you are to call me Master." "Yes, Sir," she replied, as she moaned under his touch. Jinni was unsure of why his touch excited her. If she thought of being a slave, it sickened her. It sickened her until he put his hands on her body. Feeling her ass cheeks spread, she felt the head of his cock slide past her cheeks and into her wet pussy. He grunted, watching it disappear inside of her hole, "Oh, you are wet, Jinni. Very wet. So wet and warm. Take my cock, girl. Take your owner," he moaned. Jinni squealed, as he moved inside of her. He ran his fingers ran over her mouth. She sucked on them. "It's going to be ok, girl. This is going to hurt, but Master is here for you. Bite on my fingers if you must. You are my property and I will care for you," he continued, "Feel me inside you, baby. I'm inside of you, as you are marked as mine," he said softly. Slowly, in and out of her cunt he moved. Her hole felt so inviting, as her muscles wrapped around his pulsating, pumping hardness. He'd hoped he would not blow his load before she was marked. Although he desired to bang her hard, and give it to her like a slave bitch should get it, he slowed down his rhythm even further. He would save his aggressiveness for her tonight when she would be chained to the bed in the tower. He held her against his hardness, impaling her pussy onto his fat dick. He knew he was dripping. He held her tightly upon it. She squeaked as his tool moved deep into her. Only one other time in his life had he taken a slave. He hoped he was making the right decision. Her smell intoxicated him. Her soft skin against his body excited him. Her silky hair fluttered on his chest, as it moved with the breeze blowing in from the ocean. Deeper inside of her, he pushed. Moving one hand around her waist, he pulled her closer still. He pushed his fingers deeper into her mouth as the small, hot poker hit her skin. Jinni yelped, but never did bite down on his fingers. "Shh, my girl," Mason whispered to her, as he nibbled on her ear. She whimpered, as he said, 'I'm here for you. It's over now, girl." He wiped the tears from her eyes, and he held her tightly, and thrust deeply within her as the poker was removed from her skin. Richard smiled as the new slave was marked and taken by his best friend. His cock grew hard. It was always exciting to see a warrior take a slave for his own. Mason slid out from Jinni's warm wetness, as the brander applied a gel to her thigh and covered her new mark with a clean bandage. After brushing the remainder of her tears from her face with his fingers, he carefully released her arms from the cuffs and took her hand. Pushing her hair from her shoulders, he locked a decorative silver and gold collar around her neck. He placed a long, blue robe around her and garnished her in his colors. He smiled at his new girl. Through her tears, she smiled back. Mason took her hand and led her toward the seating area. He gave her a drink of water, as he gently ran his fingertips over her shoulders. Richard reached out his hand and shook on Mason's. It was done. Jinni was now owned. Arianna smiled at her. Mason took a seat next to Richard, as he guided Jinni in between his legs. "Suck me, slave," he said, looking down at her. "Yes, Master," Jinni replied. She opened her mouth and licked on her Master's wet cock. "Good girl," he said, smiling, as he moved his fingers through her hair. Richard handed Mason a glass of wine, as he opened the buttons to his pants, allowing Arianna to put her mouth on him. The girls sucked their masters, as the men sat back enjoying nature's fireworks as it took over the sky. The Ceremony Ch. 03 The next night of seclusion Calina and Sierra returned to the altar, waiting in line while watching woman after woman climb the statue and draw the great penis of Priapus into themselves. They both could feel themselves getting wet, picturing how the statue would come to life for them. Both nodded to the flushed and satisfied women who passed them walking away after feeling the full power of their god explode within them. "This line seems longer than last week," Calina said. "More and more women are yearning for Priapus. Strangely, it is the priests and the men who have created us, unsatisfied by our men, we long for the night of seclusion when we can be filled with our sexual destiny." "And none of the men know about this?" "Oh Priapus no! If they ever figured out how inadequate they were, god or not, they would not stand for it. Hades, they could care less if we enjoy ourselves with them or not, but let some stone god please us and they will be angered." "I wouldn't know." "You have never been with a man?" "Priapus too my virginity and he has been the only one inside me." "Your parents haven't arranged a marriage?" Sierra asked. "No, I think they believe I may follow Saphos. I don't discourage that thought, in fact they think I am with women now. Funny, it is the truth, I am with women, but only to be penetrated and fucked by the great stone cock of Priapus. I wonder how they would feel if they only knew," Calina said, smiling. "Don't ever tell them, your father especially. Men would think this an abomination, something to replace their own cock. He would be duty bound to all men to report it," Sierra warned. "I fear the day they find out about what happens here during seclusion. Years ago it was only a few women, but now there are so many. Someone somewhere will slip one day and I am afraid the statue will be destroyed." Calina was about to respond when she realized it was her turn to climb upon the statue. She quickly dropped her robe and walked up the steps onto the altar. Sierra had followed her and held her hands out to help boost Calina up. Stepping in Sierra's hands, Calina carefully climbed onto the statue, but instead of facing Priapus, she turned facing away from him before lowering herself onto its cock. Holding herself with her legs wrapped around the stone beast, she was about to tumble off the statue, when she felt the cock sink into her to the hilt. The moment she was filled by the cock, she felt the gods hands take her by the waist, holding her up as it drove its cock into her pussy. Supported by Priapus' hands, Calina leaned forward and spread out her arms as if she were flying, feeling herself surge forward in the air with each massive thrust. Calina could feel her breasts bounce as the statue drove itself to the hilt inside her and she moaned loudly as she felt that beautiful, smooth cock move in and out of her. The intensity of pleasure kept building and building until, in a soaring flow of electricity, she came spreading her arms and legs out into space as she felt herself supported only by Priapus' cock and the hands on her waist. Her pussy pulsated over the stone cock and her juices flowed out of her, but the god continued fucking her. Wanting to please him, she began contorting her body from side to side and up and down, varying the angle his cock would slide into her, increasing the pressure on one side and decreasing it on the other. Soon she could feel his hands tighten on her waist and she knew he would soon fill her with his essence. She arched her back and then squeezed the muscles in her cunt, increasing the intensity of sensation for Priapus and when she heard him moan, she knew the god's hot jism would soon flood her pussy. Priapus then came as he shoved his cock deep into Calina, and held her tight while inside her, he twitched and spurted. Once again it was too much for her to hold in her tight pussy and the cum oozed out of her, dripping over his balls and thighs. He then lifted her into the air and placed her on the ground. Calina walked as if in a trance, grabbing her robe and pulling it on. She looked up at Sierra, who was now naked and trembling in anticipation. Looking at her friend she said, "It gets better every time." "I know Calina, I know," was all Sierra said as she prepared herself for the god. The Ceremony Ch. 04 Sierra watched Calina soar to ecstasy, spreading her arms like wings as she slid herself up and down on the glistening stone cock of Priapus. The strength in her young friend's legs was phenomenal to be able to support herself with her legs, and of course her pussy gripping the beautiful cock. Seeing Calina fuck the statue in such complete abandon got her very worked up, so by the time she was ready for her turn, she was shaking uncontrollably. When her friend whispered to her how fucking the god just kept getting better and better, Sierra wondered if that would ever end, or would her ecstasy simply carry her to oblivion. At this point, she didn't care, all she wanted was to feel that stone cock. Noticing that Calina had cupped her hands together to give her a boost, Sierra stepped up and climbed onto the statue. She opened her legs and lowered herself onto the granite cock, feeling it ease into her going, deeper and deeper until she could take no more. It was then that the god moved, embracing her as it pulled its cock out and then plunged it back into her. As it continued pumping in and out of her, Sierra noticed something different, something softer, more tender than she had felt before. While it used to be simply the crashing abandonment of two bodies locked in passion, this was strangely more loving. It was different, but Sierra did enjoy it, feeling Priapus not just fuck her, but make love to her. She closed her eyes and let the changing sensations rolled through her. She was filled deeply and then it slipped away, only to return and fill her again. It was so beautiful that tears ran down her face as she quietly, gently came, her pussy squeezing the cock and then releasing as it continued moving inside her. Slowly she began to match the loving movement, so together it became a moist ballet as their bodies moved in perfect union. Sierra came again, feeling the pleasure touch every inch of her body and she cried some more. It was only then that Priapus spoke to her, "Sierra, you have always been my favorite." Not sure whether to answer or not she responded, "I never knew, I mean you always made me feel so good." "You are my favorite, so I speak to you," the statue said, still slowly moving its cock in and out of her wet pussy. "Your young friend is very strong and passionate. She pleases me too, but you remain my favorite." Sierra simply nodded, trying to keep focused on his words. "While you are my favorite, I have chosen your friend for a task. You see Sierra, my time as your god will be ending soon. The priests have learned of our carnal unions and are, as we speak, planning the destruction of my granite body." "But no..." "Hush Sierra," it said, slowing its thrusting, but not stopping, "Your friend is the key, she now carries my child." "But Priapus, she has touched no man, they will call her witch." "No Sierra, you and the women must leave, taking her with you. She must remain pure so all will know she bears my child. You see, when the child is grown they will build a statue to him. This statue will be like me, his strength will show in the power of his erection. But Sierra, you must take her tonight, along with the women you can trust." "I will Priapus." "That is good, now let me enjoy your body just one more time," it said, quickening its thrusts as it held her tight against its chest. Sierra felt the pleasure course through her for a third time just as Priapus squeezed her so tightly she could barely breathe. She then heard the beast moan and felt the flood of his come surge inside her body, again and again. How she wished this cum would impregnate her, but she knew Calina was the perfect woman for the task. She was young, incredibly strong and had never been violated by any man. Priapus gently lifted Sierra and placed her on the ground. Just before she turned to pull on her robe, the god reached down and ran its hand gently along her face whispering, "How I will miss you Sierra." She then saw what appeared to be a tear run down the statues motionless face. Backing away, she turned, grabbed her robe and called for Calina. The two of them would assemble the women and lead them away. Later, after they were safely away Sierra would tell Calina of her great responsibility. She envied her friend, but feared for her too.