1 comments/ 13386 views/ 9 favorites Asherah Poles Ch. 01 By: ancientviking "This heat is unbearable." "I thought you were from Florida? Shouldn't you be able to handle a little heat?" "At least in Florida there're trees! At least in Florida there's an ocean to swim in! At least in Florida, there are beautiful, bikini-clad ladies looking to get a tan! Here in the middle of the desert, there's no shade, no water, and none of the woman even show ankle! I'll take Florida heat to this any day." It was times like these that made Shane Thomas think twice about his chosen profession. He had always been interested in history and growing up in Tampa in a very conservative Christian family made him very acquainted in Biblical history. And while he became less interested in his family's faith, Middle Eastern archeology became a perfect career fit for him. But as his time went on in college, he realized that most of the good places to dig had already been dug or were forbidden from exploration due to religious reasons. So to spice things up, he decided to study abroad in England, in a program that guaranteed dig time in yet-untouched places. And that's where he met Shannon, a beautiful Irish lass also in his program and participating in this season's dig. Her red, curly hair and freckles lent themselves to endless daydreams for Shane; who was also quite stricken by Shannon's light Irish brogue, which had clearly been watered down by years of living in Britain. "It's still cute though," he thought to himself. He had never made a move on Shannon, and there were good reasons he supposed. She was probably his best friend on this dig, he couldn't jeopardize that. The dig was taking place in a remote part of northeastern Israel. If he had tried to make his move and was rebuffed, there would be plenty of time for awkward moments, although the Syrian Golan Heights artillery only 10 miles away always provided an easy out... But the dig season was in its last week, and he had figured that now was his only chance, because once they got back to civilization, he'd have to hack his way through her admirers like a machete through jungle vines. Shane wasn't anything ugly by any means, just average - average in every way. Five foot nine, brown hair, brown eyes, not heavy but not athletic- he really was just plain, and he knew it. "Shane, come over here! I think I found something!" yelled Shannon. Shane ran over and knelt down into the hole that Shannon had been working in. As she slowly brushed away the sand and dirt, one could slowly make out what looked like a necklace. "It's beautiful!" Shane exclaimed as the red and green inlaid gems started to glimmer in the setting sunlight. "It's a talisman; Shane, start digging around here to see if you can find anything with it!" cried Shannon. Shane eagerly retrieved his trowel, came back to Shannon's worksite, and hurriedly began to search for other items that may have once fallen near the talisman. Once she had freed the necklace from the ground, Shannon left the site to show the dig leader what she had found. Shortly thereafter, Shane began to unearth what looked like a statue. He had seen many like them around, but this one possessed a disproportionately large phallus at his waist and had horns extending from the side of his head. Standing six, maybe eight inches tall, the horns clearly identified it as a statue of Ba'al, the ancient Semitic head god and lord of the sky and rain. Once completely unearthed, Shane brought it over to Shannon and the dig leader to present what he found. "Professor, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I found this statue very close to where we found the talisman. I think this may have significance in regard to it," explained Shane. "I agree," the professor replied. "Place the two items in the artifact tent and then get washed up. We all leave camp tomorrow morning; so we can further examine these items when we get back home." Shane and Shannon did as the professor asker, but Shane couldn't wait. For whatever reason, he felt drawn to examine this statue further. Following dinner and after everyone had turned in for the night, Shane sneaked back into the artifact tent with a flashlight and picked up the statue. The moment he touched it though, the world around seemed to stop in time, when a voice suddenly broke the unnatural silence. "You have found me." "I'm sorry; who are you, and what do you mean I found you?" replied Shane. "My name is Asherah, and I have been trapped in this statue, that is until you have given me voice. I am the mother god, the consort to Ba'al, and the creator of life." "What do you want from me?" Shane asked. Shane was very well-versed in the Asherah and Ba'al myths of the Bible, but he had always assumed them to be just that, myth. "You have allowed me to speak, yet I am still trapped. I require a vessel, as does my beloved, Ba'al." "Whoa! We're talking possession here? No way! I don't believe in all that exorcist bull! It's all Hollywood and made up stories told by priests to keep people in line." "My dear human, I assure you that it is very real," replied Asherah. "In the times when my beloved lorded over these lands, we inhabited a male and a female who served in leadership over our followers -- the male as the high king and the female as his high priestess and lover." Shane had a tough time believing all of this. First, this is a statue talking to him in the middle of the desert. Maybe the heat really was getting to him... Asherah continued, "As my discoverer, you are entitled to become the vessel for Ba'al. You shall be blessed with many gifts and will be allowed to choose your priestess, my vessel." Shane could not help but be intrigued. His life had been one boring event, one mediocre day after another; that is until today when a talking statue asked him to be a god. "All right, what do I have to do?" "First, I must be given my vessel so that I may perform the ritual to summon Ba'al into you. As his high priestess, I must come first so that he may be brought and welcomed into the world as a royal deity truly should. Ba'al is trapped in the talisman you found next to me." When Asherah finished, Shane knew what he had to do and a big image of Shannon never left his mind. He took both the talisman and statue and stuffed them into his bag, which he then hid inside of his personal trunk for transport back to the UK. Shane then climbed into one of the camp's jeeps and crashed it into the artifact tent. Quickly finding a big rock, he placed it on the accelerator and watched as the jeep sped off into the desert as people dressed in robe and t-shirts quickly ran out of their tents only to find out what had created all that noise. With the tent destroyed and items missing, the authorities accredited the entire affair to antiquity traffickers, and no further questions were asked. **** Once back in the UK, Shane pulled out the statue and asked it, "OK, how do we bring you back?" "As the creator, I can only be brought back by the one who will be my lover's vessel. You must place my statue near her while you copulate with her. At the moment of her highest pleasure, I will inhabit her body and make her my own." Shane dove for his cellular and dialed Shannon's number. "Shannon? Shannon, I'm so sorry. I've been a fool for so long but I simply have to ask you this before I lose my nerve; do you want to grab something to eat sometime, maybe go see a movie? ... You do? ... Awesome! How about tomorrow night? ... Great! I'll meet you at seven." With that Shane hung up and walked down the hall to an old acquaintance of his. William had been to get girls into bed on their first date, and Shane knew why. Rufies. "Will, I need some of your helpers," called out Shane. "You got a big date tonight, Shane? It's Shannon isn't it?" "If you must know yes, and but I'm not gunna touch her; it's just for..." "I don't want to know," replied Will. "That's between you and your god." Will reach for a pill and handed it to Shane. "Here. Enjoy your night and good luck!" The next night, Shane met Shannon at the nicest Italian restaurant in town. Her red curly hair bounced effortlessly, her smile brightened the night. And as she approached, he couldn't help but notice that she had the sexiest bust he has ever seen. He always thought of Shannon a cute and wonderful, but underneath all of those bulky archeology clothes was hiding a sex bomb. He had two big new reasons to be excited for later tonight. "I'm really glad you asked me out you know; I feel like I've been waiting forever," stated Shannon. "You mean you knew how I felt?" asked Shane. "Shane, I'm a woman; I know these things," replied Shannon. And suddenly, Shane had no desire to use the pills he had obtained just yesterday. In the restaurant, they ordered their meals, and Shane ordered a bottle of white wine to accompany it. After a few glasses, Shane ordered another and the night went on as two people had the best date of their lives. Then as Shane was paying the check, Shannon asked something quite unexpected. "Shane, why don't we skip the movie? I'm feeling a little sleepy; I think I'd like to go home." If it wasn't for the mischievous grin on Shannon's face, Shane might have been insulted. "Yeah, me too," he replied. "My place is closer; why don't we catch some shut-eye there." The two quickly exited the restaurant and had a near footrace to Shane's flat. Once inside, the two locked lips in what seemed like a life or death situation. Shane peeled Shannon's top off and exposed a sexy black lace bra with the two beautiful pale orbs of sinful flesh in plain sight. This visage only encouraged Shane further as he peeled off his own shirt and pants and dragged Shannon into his bed. Shane pulled off Shannon's skirt and panties in one motion, exposing her most private regions to Shane's fiendish mind. Shane dove down and began to lap at Shannon's juices as if he was back in the desert and this was the only refreshment around for days. Shannon's body began to grind and gyrate against Shane's manipulations. She was so wet, and Shane was doing everything he could to bring her to orgasm; when suddenly Shannon's back arched and her body became as stiff as a board as orgasm racked through her body. In that moment, the statue that until now Shane how somehow forgotten began to glow white. Shannon's green eyes flew open and her arms flew out to her sides. Multiple orgasms ravaged Shannon's body as Shane's noticed her legs elongating and her breasts slowly increasing in size. Shannon was already a large B cup but Asherah seemed to have bigger plans in mind as Shannon's bust grew past a C, past a D, and settled at a large DD cup. Shannon body slowly came back down to earth, and as I got up off my knees and looked down at the new Shannon, I realized that she looked like she oozed sex like I was oozing precum as that very moment. Then she slowly turned her head at me, smiled, and said, "Hello my lover. It is I, Asherah, and I have come to please you once more in eternal service. Now, where were we? Asherah Poles Ch. 02 Shane stood there still not believing what he just watched. Moments prior, Shannon had been a normal red-headed woman in her early twenties who was just attending school in Middle Eastern archeology. Now she was the vessel for the goddess Asherah. Shane didn't even know what that meant. Was she now a god? Did she have powers? Or was she just the same as she always was, just with another consciousness inside of her? Who knew? "Master, have I displeased you in some way?" Asherah arose from her reclined position on the bed and stood worried in front of Shane. "Does not this vessel please you?" she asked. "No, no! It pleases me greatly. You're incredible!" And she was. Before Asherah, Shannon was maybe five foot four, with an average body, red hair, and nice sized B cups. When Asherah possessed her body, she transformed into the embodiment of lust that stood before Shane. She had to stand at least five-eight, most of it perfectly shaped and toned legs, with the most beautiful set of grapefruit-sized breasts Shane had ever seen. She still wore her red hair, but her curls hung a little looser. There was an exotic beauty that Shane could not put his finger on, but it still made him stand in awe. "I am happy that my new body satisfies you. I made some changes to it so that it can be more pleasing to you. Now, I wish to demonstrate how grateful I am to you for this new form." With that Asherah stepped towards Shane, wrapped her arms around Shane's shoulders and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Shane noticed immediately a sweet taste to Asherah's kiss; it made him want more. Asherah's hands traced over Shane's chest until they had reached his belt. Asherah skillfully undid Shane's belt and shoved his pants down as she knelt in front of him and caressed Shane's six inch cock. Asherah took him into her mouth as she applied a little suction while wrapping and unwrapping her tongue around his member. Her manipulations were driving Shane insane. He grabbed the back of her head and began to force Asherah's head back and forth, faster and faster. One hand let go of her head as he reached further down and grabbed at her breast, kneading it and pinching its nipple. Asherah moaned from these sensations and the vibrations almost made Shane go over the edge. Shane just couldn't take it anymore though. He shoved Asherah on her back, and as she lay on the floor, legs splayed open for him, Shane positioned himself at her entrance, grabbed both of her breasts with a lustful rage, and rammed his cock deep into her wanton depths. She screamed out in ecstasy as Shane ravaged her body with reckless abandon. He couldn't control himself; she was just too hot, too perfect, too... his. He wanted to take her and show his dominion over his newfound idol. Shane rapidly pistoned in and out of Asherah's moist, velvety cunt; he had never been so aggressive with a woman, but with her, he felt powerful. He felt like he emitted power and control. Like anything he wanted, he deserved and should have, and in this moment he wanted to fuck this bitch until she knew his power over her. In one movement, Shane flipped Asherah over onto her belly and propped her onto her hands and knees as Shane began to fuck her furiously from behind. When he could hold it no longer, Shane thrust himself into Asherah one last time and came hard, emitting a loud, primal groan, as Asherah collapsed under the strong waves of orgasmic pleasure consuming her as well. "Master, I hope I have pleased you." "Asherah, that was incredible. Of course you pleased me! That was the best sex I think I've ever had. I don't know what came over me; it was like I was one who was possessed!" replied Shane. "Master, I exist only to serve and please you. If I have done that, than I have acted in accordance to my purpose." "Asherah, I have to ask. What happened to Shannon when you possessed her body? Is she all right?" "She has been changed. She and I are one. I am an amalgamation of all of my vessels. I have their memories, their experiences, and their knowledge. I may now possess their body, but they will live on in me forever." Shane was perplexed by this. He didn't want his Shannon to go, but she wasn't really gone, and now he had an absolute sexpot priestess looking to make him a god and pleasure him sexually at his every whim. This was not a bad thing. Shane took one prolonged look over Shannon's, no Asherah's, new body, drinking in every perfect curve and every unblemished inch of alabaster skin and decided that change is sometimes good. Almost sensing his acceptance of everything that she had said, Asherah moved closer once more to Shane, holding the talisman in her left hand. "It is time." She placed the talisman over his head and around his neck. The gold chain felt heavy at first. He picked up the pendant and looked carefully at the design, examining it closely, perhaps for the first time. He noticed a picture of a man with light emanating from behind his head. It held a spear in one hand and what looked like a water jug in the other. On the back was inscribed something Shane could not read. "It says 'Giver of both life and death,'" stated Asherah. "Ba'al, as the supreme god, has both the power to take away life, the spear, as well as to give life, the jug of wine -- a symbol of fertility. Once you have been claimed as his vessel, you will feel an immense power wash over you. While it is yours to use at your desire, I must advise that you try not to do anything that may draw undue attention to yourself." Shane looked up from the talisman and to the still gloriously naked Asherah. "Ok, what do we do now?" "Much as I was moved into this vessel at the height of a sacred, selfless orgasm, you too will be possessed in the same manner," stated Asherah as she reached out her now free hand and wrapped it around Shane's spent cock. She knelt down before her soon-to-be god and guided Shane's cock to her mouth with a reverence and awe that Shane had only seen from priests receiving communion wafers. She handled his cock with expert skill and precision, exciting and electrifying Shane in ways he didn't know possible. Within no time, Asherah had gotten Shane hard again and was now beginning to slowly tease Shane with her tongue- licking its underside and caressing his balls. Shane could feel his balls engorging and being stimulated through some magic force that he could only assume was coming from Asherah's expert manipulations. Shane reached his right hand out, placed it on the back of Asherah's head, and began to force his cock further and faster into her wanton mouth. Shane could not muster words, only grunts and groans, as his orgasm built. As it built, Shane forced Asherah's head to piston faster and harder on his cock until Shane could stand it no longer. With the talisman starting to shine a bright reddish, gold color, he grabbed her head with both of his hands and jammed his cock as deep into her mouth as it would go and began to shoot what he thought to be the largest load of his life. With every shot into Asherah's mouth, Shane felt a jolt of energy and lust surge through him. He felt his cock seem to reach further back into her mouth, eventually causing her to start deep-throating this new monster. Shane's lean physique began to take a new form - more muscular and more chiseled. He felt his body start to grow taller, much as Shannon's conversion did, but also like Shannon's conversion, he felt no pain as the sheer magnitude of his orgasm precluded even the smallest rational thought from entering his occupied mind. In addition to the physical changes, Shane began to feel changes inside of him that he could not describe. It started deep within his soul; warping it, changing it, reshaping it to better fit his new role in life, that of a god. His mind also changed, making him feel wise, powerful, even lucky. After the seventh and final load that he shot into Asherah's mouth, Shane collapsed onto the floor, tired and spent. His body, soul, and mind had undergone a complete metamorphosis. While to the rest of the world, he may have only looked like a taller, more muscular version of Shane, he knew inside that he was different from the old self. He reached out to the bed, pushed himself up, and walked over the Shannon's mirror. He was impressed by his new physique, but it was his thirteen inches of raging cock that caught his attention most. "It is a cock truly fitting for a god," stated Asherah. "A cock made for pleasure, subjugation, and conversion to our way." Shane took one more good look at his new manhood, looked up, saw Asherah's reflection also in the mirror, and knew that while what she was saying was probably true, right now his cock was made for fucking. He spun around, picked up Asherah, and slammed her against the nearest wall. Her cunt was wet from all of the excitement of restoring her ancient love, and Shane's new thirteen inches slid right in, eliciting only a gasp and devilish smile across Asherah's face. Shane began fucking her with all of his might, causing Asherah's pale breasts to heave up and down while she wrapped her elegant legs around him at the waist. Asherah cunt started to milk Shane's cock for all it was worth while he began to nibble and suck on one of her breasts. "Do you like it? Is it too rough for my new lover?" asked Shane. "No! Har..der..!!" "And do you feel pleasure from my new god-cock?" "Yesssssss!!!" "Cum for your god!" yelled Shane, and with that, a savage orgasm ripped through Asherah causing her whole body to shake and convulse. As Asherah approached her fourth consecutive orgasm, Shane knew he too could not hold back, and unleashed a mighty torrent of cum into her. The two slid down the wall and collapsed on the floor, Asherah still with her back against the wall and Shane against the bed, his cock sliding out of Asherah and into the fresh air. "What the fuck is going on in here? Shannon, are you all right? What's with all the fucking noise, I could hear you in the hallway." And before anyone could respond, the bedroom door swung open revealing Shannon's roommate, Roma. She immediately saw Asherah naked and flushed against the wall, and then turned her glance towards Shane... and his cock. "Holy shit..." Asherah Poles Ch. 03 "Holy Shit..." The words, though simple, said a lot. Shane and Asherah both lay on the floor in all of their altered, naked glory; their skin still glistening with the sweat from furious fucking. Their breathing was still labored as they tried to come down from the erotic high of only a few seconds prior. But the holiest shit was the thirteen inches of cock in plain view of Roma. In the few seconds of silence that followed, Shane thought he even saw Roma lick her lips, even if for a brief second. "Um... I'll let you two be. I clearly interrupted something." And with that, Roma spun around, closed the door, and ran into her room across the living area, slamming her own door shut for effect. "She looked a little freaked out, maybe I should go home." Shane started to stand up and look around for his pants. "No, she should become for your first convert." "My first what?" replied Shane. "Your first convert. All gods need converts and followers; you should be no different. Do you not wish to have a throng of beautiful women who would follow your every naughty wish and depraved desire?" The thought of countless women begging to be near him was something Shane could not even comprehend. He thought back to the fucking he had just given to Asherah, to the command and confidence he showed; that wasn't normally him. He wasn't a shy guy, but he wasn't the suave leader of a horde of jawdroppingly gorgeous women... But the sex was good, really good. Amazingly good. Good enough to give this a try. "OK, what do I have to do?" "You have to fuck her. You must make her see the light and the reasons to follow you. As with all conversions, it is entirely up to her to choose; although, if you do the true work of a god, then it should be as plain as day to her what the proper decision should be. If she chooses not to follow, it will simply be a fuck with an unusually large cock that she'll probably remember until she passes to the afterlife." Shane looked down. This was a lot of information to take in, especially for one day. Becoming a god, being worshiped, having converts and followers- these were not things he had contemplated when he got up this morning, and it seemed to be moving along very fast for him. "Will she still be herself if she converts? I mean, you and I both changed. Will she be a totally different person? Will she be possessed by a former follower or something?" "She will still be the same person, just as we are. We may have changed physically, my lord, but we still possess the same individuality that we did prior to our transformations. I am still Shannon, still possess her memories and emotional sentiments; as you are still the same Shane you were before, only slightly changed on the outside." Shane was still trying to reconcile all this in his mind when a faint knocking was heard on the door. "Oi, guys," stated Roma from the other side of the door. "Listen, I wanted to apologize for before. I didn't mean to walk in on you and interrupt your good time. I was thinkin' I might be able to make up for it a bit with a couple of pints? My treat?" Shane had only met Roma maybe twice before, but it was in passing. He didn't really know her at all, and he supposed that if he was going to try to convert her, he was going to make sure he knew who she was as a person first. After all, he didn't need a crazy axe murderer for a groupie. "We're game!" Shane shouted. "Give us a few to get ready, and we'll meet you in the living area." He glanced over and the still naked Asherah on the floor. She gave him a knowing, agreeing look. He took comfort from it; that and knowing that if tonight didn't go too well, he would still get laid by this gorgeous woman. The three of them met in the living area a few minutes later, each looking a little more dressed up then they should for "a few pints." Roma was dressed in a knee-length red linen skirt and a black top that wrapped her smallish breasts comfortably. Shane couldn't help but notice how great her bare legs looked wearing a skirt; he wondered how they would look wearing nothing at all... Shane put back on the same collared shirt and nice jeans that he had worn when he first went on the date with Shannon earlier that evening. Asherah put on a white skirt that also showed off her glorious legs along with a yellow top; the top may not have been too much before, but with Asherah's new body, the neckline plunged and the fabric held tight to her toned stomach and large breasts. Roma couldn't help but stare at her roommate's physique. "Wow roommie! I can't believe how the Middle East changed you; maybe I should go visit the Holy Land!" "I don't know about that. I just made some changes to myself; things I had wanted to do for a little while. Besides, I don't think you'll be needing to go the Israel for a religious experience; Paul was on the road to Damascus, who knows where yours could take place," replied Asherah with a telling smirk aimed at Shane. As the three of them left the flat, Shane couldn't help but think how lucky he was, and when they stepped through the pub door, every guy there thought the exact same thing. Having a girl on either side of him, Shane was a good looking man with good looking women. They moved over to a corner near the darts and the ladies took a seat in a booth while Shane went back to pick up some beers. "Shane looks pretty good doesn't he?" asked Asherah. "He looks great; you look great! What got you two together over there anyway? You two knew each other for a while but nothing ever happened; what changed?" "Well, I always thought he was cute. But one morning, I accidentally walked into him in the camp shower. It was an innocent mistake, but then I saw it. I didn't even know what to think at first. It was enormous! And I'm not a size queen, but I had to try it, and once I did, I was hooked. He's incredible! He can go forever, and with a cock like that, we do." Asherah could see her words were having the desired effect. Roma's breathing was getting labored and her skin flushed; she would steal the occasional glance over to Shane, trying to see if his jeans would betray what she had seen before. She couldn't get the image, the very thought of his cock out of her head. She wasn't a size queen either, but the mere existence of it being so close tantalized her. As Shane walked back with the beers, he noticed the way Roma looked at him had changed. The look was wanton. Lusty. As he sat down next to Asherah, Roma's look changed to disappointment but still locked onto him nonetheless. When the dart board opened up a few beers later, Asherah suggested that the three of them go play. Roma picked up the darts to play first, and as she readied herself for her throws, Asherah leaned over to Shane, started running her hand up and down his cock through his pants, and said, "I do believe she is ready; all she needs is a little push from you." When Roma finished her throws, she turned to rejoin Asherah as Shane moved to take his throws. "You know, roommie, Shane and I aren't exclusive. I mean, we're aren't seeing anyone else, but I don't mind him being with other women; I would never deny another woman the pleasure that cock gives, especially not someone I was close to, like you." Asherah could tell that Roma was moving closer to the mental edge, but she would need a push from Shane. As he finished his throws and started walking back, Asherah moved up towards him, and as they passed, she whispered to him, "It's time." When Shane replaced Asherah next to Roma, he placed his hand on the small of her back; his touch was electric to her. "I wanted to apologize to for before," he said to Roma. "I mean, I feel like if we weren't making so much noise, you wouldn't have felt the need to come and check on Shannon and then catch us in that awkward situation. You know, you're a good friend to Shannon, and since I'm going to be around a lot more, I'd like if we could become very good friends too." Roma put her hand on his chest and after feeling his built torso, she got bold. "Meet me in the loo, and I'll show you how good a friend I can be." And with that, she turned and walked towards the sign reading "WC" making sure to sway her hips alluringly along the way. Asherah turned to see Roma walk off to the loo and gave a knowing look at Shane. He returned it and started walking in the direction as well. He knocked on the loo door, it opened, and a hand grabbed and pulled him inside. Roma wrapped him up with her arms, drawing his lips in for a deep, passionate kiss. She broke it a few seconds later and pushed Shane around, "Lock the door," and while he was doing this, Roma undid his belt and jeans and yanked them down in one motion thus unsheathing the prize she was seeking. Shane turned back around as Roma dropped to her knees and started sucking on the largest shaft she could have even imagined. Shane could feel his cock start to harden as she skillfully alternated between licking its underside and kissing the tip, all while pumping her fist up and down his length. "I could get used to this," Shane stated breathily. "If Shannon doesn't mind sharing, I think you'll have to get used to it." Shane's cock jumped in her mouth. He pulled out of her mouth and turned her to face the sink and mirror. He bent her over while pulling her skirt up over her bare ass. "No panties?" Shane asked. "I took them off in the booth," replied Roma. "You saucy minx!" exclaimed Shane. He rubbed the tip of his length against her pussy. She tried to push back and impale herself on his length, but he wouldn't allow it. When he could tell she was in painful need for it, he thrust forward. She bit her lip as she stifled what would have been a loud moan. Shane began to pump in and out of her as Roma gripped the sink in order to steady herself against his relentless assault on her womanhood. She pulled her head up and looked in the mirror and she saw the absolute onslaught she was taking as she watch his cock work its way in and out of her cunt, which only turned her on even more. "Do you like this cock?" asked Shane. "Yes!" replied Roma. "Do you need this cock?" he asked. "Yes!" shouted Roma. "Will you worship this cock?" he asked. "Yes!" Roma shouted even louder. "Do you accept me as your god?" Shane finally asked. "YES!" screamed Roma, and as she did, Shane's cock erupted with torrents of scalding liquid. Roma felt it invade her body but not like anything she had felt before. To her, it felt like it was invading her whole body and mind, corrupting it, changing it. She began to feel a need and desire for Shane's cock stronger than even before. She began to feel more confident and sexy; everything she had hated about herself melted away as she was becoming the woman that she always wanted to be. She felt her chest grow heavy, and as she looked up into the mirror, she saw her shirt begin to tighten and her breasts began to grow underneath it. "Yes! Grow!" she mumbled as they continued. "Grow" she said a little louder as they passed a C cup. "Grow" she cheered as they passed DD. "GROW!" she screamed as they passed F's. Shane noticed the strain the shirt was putting on her. He reached down and tore halfway down the middle of her shirt, allowing Roma to breathe easier once again. Soon his cock stopped erupting and Roma breasts stopped growing, as they both breathed heavily. Shane withdrew his cock from Roma, and as she turned around, Shane saw just how much her breasts did indeed grow. Few porn stars ventured as far as Roma's breasts had gone; maybe as big as large cantaloupes. They were very large, and on her small frame of 5' 5", they were just below absurd, but still sexy as hell. Roma looked down and began to feel her new tits. "I love them!" she exclaimed. "I hated my tiny tits. Men would never come onto me because they weren't big. Now they're amazing, but I don't want them anymore; I only want you, my master." Shane smiled and said to her, "Let's get ourselves situated again, find Asherah, and get back to your flat for a little more fun." Shane didn't need to explain who Asherah was, Roma's conversation made her understand. When they opened the bathroom door, they saw Asherah standing immediately on the other side. "Damn, I may have to have some of you myself, Roma," exclaimed Asherah, and with that they headed back to the flat for some more fun between "friends". ***** Deep in the jungle on the island of Cozumel of the coast of Mexico, Dr. Laura Wayah struggled to climb through the Mayan ruins of the island. Dr. Laura was a unheralded journeywoman in the field of Mesoamerican archaeology, and while she was in her early 60's, she still had the spunk and energy to get out in the open and search for more truths of the past. The Mayan ruins on Cozumel were home to the Temple of Ixchel, the Mayan goddess of fertility. In their days, fertile Mayan women would paddle the 20 miles between the island and the mainland in order to have the goddess bless their pregnancy and birth; Dr. Laura figured if they could paddle 20 miles, she could walk through jungle. As she did walk however, she stumbled a ruin that she did not remember existing, yet it was in a clearing covered only from above by the treetop canopy of the jungle. Using the few streaks of daylight that shown through the canopy, she observed the hieroglyphics. The temple looked small, but the writing seemed to announce that this place was of great importance. She climbed further into the temple, when the floor beneath her gave way. She fell about 20 feet into what seemed to be a large chamber that she eerily absent of the jungle sounds above. She gathered herself up and noticed a light blue haze around her feet. She dismissed it and cried out for help, only to realize she was a fool for taking a stroll through the jungle alone and without telling anyone where she was. She looked around for a way out, but only saw the blue haze get thicker. She began frantically searching for a rope or a vine; no longer curious as to what this chamber was, she only wished to escape it. As the blue haze grew higher still, it enveloped her. With this she heard a voice, "I am the goddess Ixchel. You will be my vessel, and together we will enslave the world in lust and servitude." With that, the blue haze seemed to energize, making Dr. Laura's skin tingle erotically. The haze seemed to move almost with sentience as it collected into a ball and flew into her cunt. The doctor dropped to the floor in exquisite pleasure. She writhed as orgasmic convulsion after convulsion hid the pain of her body healing, reshaping, and growing. She clawed at the clothes on her body, ripping them off as if she were on fire. A few moments later, she stood up; no longer the little old, white-haired, pale-skinned woman she was before, but now a tall, young, bronze Mayan goddess with a body that would make any man succumb to her every wish and desire. She ran her hands along her smooth skin and cupped her enormous breasts with joy. "Now is the time." Asherah Poles Ch. 04 Asherah opened the door to her flat and was immediately thrown aside as Roma shoved Shane and herself through it, lips locked and hands feverishly exploring each others' bodies. The look of lust in Roma's eyes was primal. It superseded every other thought and need within her. At this moment, her new soul and body ached to worship her new god. Shane spun her around and began planting kisses down her neck and shoulders. Roma's breathing became hot and labored. Shane groped at her new enormous tits; palming them, kneading them in his hands. Roma moaned aloud; Shane's manipulations having their desired effect. Her chest heaved as her body was overcome with her primal urge. Shane reached up to where he had torn her shirt earlier that night and grabbed it once more. He tore it completely, baring Roma's tits to fresh air. She let out a shriek of pleasure and excitement. She ground her ass against Shane's hard cock. It strained against his pants, and Roma decided it wasn't fair to keep it caged any longer. She turned and dropped to her knees. Her hands reached to Shane's belt as she frantically worked to free the idol of her worship. As his shorts dropped to the floor, his boxers did little to hide his erection. "Let me help with that," interjected Asherah. Shane looked over in the direction of the kitchen and saw her standing topless while leaning against her sink. He felt a little ashamed that he had forgotten her as long as he had; looking at her, he thought that wouldn't happen again tonight. She strolled over to her tall-standing god and prostrate fellow convert. She dropped to her knees and leaned in towards Roma, locking lips with her in a deep, passionate kiss. One hand dropped to Roma's thigh and slowly moved up her skirt, feeling the moistness of her sex. Her face broke from Roma's and upturned. "Her need is great, my Lord. But it is not own needs that need to be serviced," Asherah said turning her gaze towards the strained underwear. "It's yours." With that, Asherah removed the last barrier between her and Shane's cock. Roma leapt forward with a renewed vigor and enveloped the top few inches with her mouth. Asherah joined her further down on his cock. The sensations were incredible. Shane could barely contain himself. The two beautiful women licked and sucked his length in ways Shane could not imagine. He wanted more. These beautiful ladies were still clothed from the waist down; it did not seem right. At the same instant he finished the thought, he heard the shredding of fabric. He opened his eyes and looked down to find the few pieces of clothing that the girls used to be wearing in pieces. Most importantly, he saw their bare legs and asses; his cock jumped. Their pale skin was in stark contrast to the dark shredded fabrics splayed across them. He looked up to the faces of his two followers, eagerly worshipping his engorged cock. He felt a raw power in their worship, as if their glorifying him and wondered what else his mind could do. He imagined their nipples being tweaked; both women inhaled suddenly. He imagined a cock entering their asses, slowly moving up past their sphincter, filling them completely. Their sucking stopped as their mouths gaped open, the pleasure building up inside them eventually overcoming their urge to please their god. Shane felt a return of the favor was in order for what they were doing for him. He shoved their quivering, kneeling bodies over, both of them falling on their backs. Shane smiled and said, "Your god requires a sacrifice of sex from his followers." Shane dropped his enormous cock between Roma's new breasts, which completely enveloped it when Roma pressed them together. Shane began to piston his cock between her mammoth globes of flesh; the sight was erotic. Asherah crawled between Roma's legs and began to lap at the juices Roma had been secreting for quite some time. Shane sent wave after wave of pleasure into Roma's mind, trying to use the powers he had just found he had. Roma started thrashing wildly, and Shane's stamina began to near a climax. He reached down and grabbed her massive breasts hard. Roma's back arched suddenly signaling the climax of her own that was ravaging her body. The sight and moment also came over Shane as a hot torrent shot forth from his god-cock, coating Roma's face and upper chest in his white, sticky fluid. Shane stood and turned to Asherah. She was still between Roma's legs, and her face was covered in Roma's juices. Shane thought the sight to be beautiful. He grabbed her by the arm, lifting her up and into a lustful kiss, smearing Roma's juices onto his own face in the process. Asherah turned and bent over a nearby couch. She wriggled her ass alluringly. "Another sacrifice?" Shane asked. "I offer myself completely, wholly, and perpetually to my god as a sacrifice and willing servant," replied Asherah. "Sounds good enough for me." And with that, Shane grabbed Asherah's hips and thrust himself deep into her. Her mouth opened wide as the pleasure of being so completely filled washed over her. Shane began to pump in and out of her. Roma crawled over to watch the two of them. She saw Asherah's breasts sway back and forth as Shane's cock wreaked havoc. Roma sat up against the wall and began to finger herself, having been inspired by the lustful visage in front of her. Shane sent waves of pleasure into Asherah's mind, each causing a small orgasm. Her body tensed as each orgasm passed through her. "More, harder!" she cried. Shane grabbed her red locks and pulled her head back. He slammed into her harder; she cried out again in pleasure. "Oh my god, oh my god!" "Yes?" asked Shane with a grin. Asherah turned back at him and smirked. Shane saw the smirk and then saw Roma on the floor, still working on herself. He summed up what he thought was his power and sent out a massive wave of pleasure as he neared his own climax. Asherah's body went taught; Roma's legs shot out; and Shane felt his balls boil up from within as all three of them were awash in orgasmic pleasure. Shrieks and moans echoed throughout the room, and as silence came over the flat, three bodies collapsed in exhaustion. Shane knew that this would be a great weekend. ***** As Ixchel walked through the jungle, she came upon a clearing. She looked at a building in the center of it. It seemed strange as it did not look like one of her temples. But then she realized that this building looked similar to the ones built by the foreigners towards the end of her last incarnation. She hated those foreigners. They brought technology and disease that destroyed her people. They build new temples and worshipped a different god. Her own power diminished as her own followers lessened in numbers from disease, death, and converts to the foreign god. Her rage burned hot. She approached the temple and entered through a side door. She looked to her left, surveying a large amount of long, wooden seats. To her left, a wooden "T" with a man hanging from it; she knew of this man but did not care much for him. Personally, she thought, it would look much better if she were venerated here. She paused and then smiled; yes it would look better indeed. She climbed the few steps to the altar and stepped around it moving to an ornate cutout in the wall. Ixchel removed a golden chalice from it, finding it filled halfway with wine. She placed the cup on the ground and squatted over it, placing it directly under her shaved cunt. With one free hand, she began to fondle her breast, causing her breathing to become shallow. With the other, she rubbed her clitoris, slow at first but building in speed. When it had become engorged, she began to pinch it, just as she was doing with her enlarged nipples. She gritted her teeth through a prolonged moan. She leaned against the wall behind her and her body tensed as her orgasm ripped through her. A dark, sticky fluid flowed forth from her cunt, corrupting the wine in the chalice. When her faculties returned to her, she stood, placed it back in the cutout, and then turned and walked towards a wooden booth along the inside wall of the temple, waiting for the proper time. The Sisters of the Chaste Heart were a small order, their numbers having been diminished due to age and the acceptance of modern secularism in Mexican society. Where once they thrived across the country, today, the 13 sisters of this convent were the sole remnants of their once great order. The sisters shuffled into their pews and began to pray. Ixchel began to get impatient; when a man in white clothes appeared and stepped onto the altar. He bowed and moved toward the cutout in the wall. He grabbed the chalice and its foul contents and moved to the front of the church. The sisters lined up to receive from the cup. One by one, each sister drank from the cup, and one by one, each sat back in the rows. Soon, the sisters in the front rows began to scratch at their garments uncomfortably, followed by the row behind them and so on. Ixchel's essence was working its way through them. From her hidden vantage point, she saw one sister start to rub her breasts and another reach under her frock and start to touch herself. From another row, Ixchel heard a loud moan echo around the sanctuary. Their actions and sounds could no longer be ignored. The man at the front of the room seemed to get concerned as to what was going on. Suddenly, one sister shot up and tore herself free of the constricting outfit. She turned to the sister next to her and did the same to her. The once elderly nuns were radiant in their bronzed beauty. The standing sister dropped between the legs of the now naked one beside her and began to display the Sapphic lust now burning within her. Others began to outwardly display the lust also burning within them. "Sisters! Sisters!" shouted the priest. "What is going on here? What of your vows to God?" "They no longer worship your god!" answered Ixchel as she stepped forth from the confessional booth. Standing in her naked glory, Ixchel looked surveyed the lewd displays she inspired; she smiled. "Don't you see their happiness? Before they hid their beauty, now they show it to all who will gaze upon it. They rejected the primal, natural urges and for what? A sacrifice for their god? No god should deny you this kind of pleasure! It is an abomination!" She began to strut toward the priest. "Look at them! Their beauty, their lust. Ha! And look what it does to you! Your robes do little to hide your reaction from me, spirit man. I see how their actions how made you feel. You too have taken that foolish oath of chastity to your deity, denying yourself from pleasure. Why do you deny yourself this?" she said, her hands gesturing across the room. "Or this?" her hands running along her own accentuated curves. "Perhaps that should stop... today!" With that, she grabbed the priests head and shoved it into her voluptuous bosoms. Her nipple found itself between his lips. "Your need too is great. Give in to your need and receive the pleasure you never allowed yourself to have. Suck!" The priest looked around the room at all of the displays of lust. Youthful, tanned, gorgeous women lapping each others' cunts, licking and pinching nipples and grabbing breasts. Echoes of moans and gasps filled the chamber. A little liquid spilled forth from the nipple between his own lips. He swallowed it without thinking; it was sweet, intoxicating. He yearned for more. He reached around and pulled the naked goddess and her bosoms closer in so that he could have more. The more he drank, the more Ixchel's essence filled and corrupted him. She was right, to deny such a basic urge and need was sinful, sinful against his new goddess. He lifted his new deity up and spun around, throwing her onto the altar behind him. He ripped his sacred garments from his body with a strength he did not know he possessed, baring his own unclothed self for the first time to a woman. "Come show your goddess your gratitude for your new enlightenment," said Ixchel alluringly as she splayed her legs wide revealing her sex. The fallen priest approached Ixchel with the reverence that he once showed the chalice just earlier that hour. He fell to his knees and began to orally worship her sex. Ixchel moaned and writhed at his manipulations. She did not know if he were experienced in this or if it had just been that long, but his adoration empowered her further. She reached down and picked up her devotee's head. "It is time now to become one," she said. The defiled priest stood and positioned his cock at her entrance. "May my offering be pleasuring and sufficient to you, my goddess!" And with that, he thrust forward. Ixchel arched her back as the sensations returned to her from so long ago. The priest grabbed her hips so that he could go harder, faster, further into her perfect body. He watched as her perfect orbs seemed to defy gravity as they shook from his forceful thrusts. He leaned down to her breast to suckle more of her sweet nectar, which flowed freely and renewed his vigor. His eyes glanced to the side to see the thirteen defiled women of virtue staring at them, some of them masturbating at the sight of their goddess in the throws of passion, while the others were helping the first ones. The sensations, the sights all became too much. Ixchel and the fallen priest came together in a loud scream that echoed throughout the room long after the screams would stop. The defiled nuns all came together as waves of orgasms washed over their bodies. A light showed bright from the entrance of Ixchel's cunt, eventually consuming the priest and soon the room. When the echoes stopped and the light dissipated, all that remained on the altar was Ixchel, although changed. She stood up from the altar, covered in perspiration and in a soft glow. When the thirteen defiled women all looked up to see their goddess in her perfect glory, they saw something new. A tattoo of a bluish feathered snake appeared on Ixchel's chest. The head started directly above the deity's cunt and ran upward, snaking its way across her abdomen and between her perfect breasts, with its tail stopping right above them. Ixchel gazed across her converts, her newly defiled disciples. "No longer will you be slaves to another. No longer will you deny yourselves something that is true and right and good. Now you will worship the one who gives, who defiles, who gives pleasure to those who worship and torment to those who deny her. No longer will you be the Sisters of the Chaste Heart; now you will be known to the world as the Whores of Ixchel, and whores to the world you shall be!" ***** Shane awoke Monday morning to the feeling of large, soft mammories pressing against him. He looked to either side to see Roma on his left and Asherah on his right. He smiled at the memory of all they had done over the weekend. He got out bed, careful to not wake either of his sleeping beauties, and started a kettle for tea. He stood in the kitchen and thought about his future. He was going back to America in a few days, his time overseas coming to an end. He wondered what would happen to Asherah and Roma. Would they stay here? Would they come with him? He was a god now so surely they could worship him from Britain, but the sex was incredible... "We would follow you anywhere, my lord," replied Asherah, seemingly having read his mind. "We are your converts; we only seek to worship and be near to you, if you will have us." "Of course I will!" answered Shane. "But how will you come? You have no visas, no jobs; what would we do?" "I think I've got that covered," stated Roma matter of factly as she entered the room. "My family are gypsies. They didn't think too kindly of me coming to college; they actually shunned me for it. But they taught me how to make a con or two, something I've used to amass a small fund for myself, you know, in case I couldn't make an honest living for a bit after college. I say we buy some airplane tickets, get ourselves a new flat over in America, and fuck like proper rabbits in the States!" Shane laughed at her enthusiasm. He still wasn't sure what they would all do in America. What was clear is that they all could go and make a clean break in the UK without having to worry about someone following. He looked once more and the glorious naked beauties before him; his cock stirred. "All right! America, here we come!"