Title: Judas Unchained - The Binding and The Bond
Author: Judas Unchained
Keywords: MF, Oral, MC, DS
Summary: Sex in the City meets Fantasy meets the Story of O: In order to
overcome her fear of sex Debby accepts the Goddess's Binding.
Copyright 2015 Judas Unchained.
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~~~
Debby fiddled with the stem of her wine glass as Pax smiled at her. They
sat on her beat-up couch, in her downtown apartment. The stubble on his
chin caught the moon light as it filtered in through the window blinds. His
eyes were dark, like coals waiting for the fire.
"I had a good time tonight," he said in his deep reverberant voice, like
stone against stone.
"So," said Debby, mouth dry, "so did I."
He set his empty wine glass on the coffee table with a ringing chime.
Debby started, heart beating fast. Her eyes flicked about the room, as if
searching for a way out. There was no way out.
He leaned forward, the weight of his presence pressing against her. His
breath was hot and spiced. His eyes caught and held her.
The world froze. In that timeless moment, he reached forward and plucked
the glass from her trembling hand. The lingering remains of the fizzy white
swished and bubbled. Her fingers tingled where the stem no longer was.
He kissed her, commanding lips pushing into hers. She yielded back,
surrendering. The plundering kiss took all she could give and then took
more. Sickly excitement boiled in her stomach. Her flesh burned. She wanted
his touch. She wanted to push him away.
His hands found hers and their fingers laced. He bore down, the full
weight of his powerful body against her. She felt the throbbing hardness of
his penis against her stomach. He wanted her. He needed her. He would take
her. He would-
Red.
She screamed and shoved him away but they were tangled tight. Together
they crashed from the sofa and slammed against the ground. Debby hit the
floor back first and cracked her head against the hardwood boards. Pax
fared better, coming down on his side.
For a long moment Debby lay paralyzed, emotional and physical pain
somehow balancing out to leave her num. Then she caught Pax's eyes, so full
of concern, and the former swept to dominance. She started to cry, hard
racking sobs which shook her body.
Pax leapt to action. He untangled their bodies and guided Debby back to
the sofa. There he held her tight, powerful arms trying to comfort her.
"Shu," he said, "it's alright. Here, let me see. You're not hurt are
you?"
Debby shook her head, the motion rapid and violent as tears stung her
eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she said. "I just couldn't. Couldn't."
Pax didn't miss a beat. "We don't have to do anything you don't want
to," he said and placed his large hard hands over hers.
"But I do want to!" said Debby and collapsed into a renewed weeping fit.
"I do. I do. The Goddess says we should relish the pleasure of our bodies
and the bodies of others. I want to share. I want to be good. But I can't.
I just panic!"
Pax kept his firm grip on Debby's hands until her tears dried up. She
sent him a smile and pulled her hands free.
"You should go," she said.
"I don't have too," he said. "I can stay. We can talk."
Debby shook her head, eyes puffy and red. "No. Please. I can't face this
now."
He smiled, patted the back of her hands and stood. Tall, dark and
handsome, he towered high and Debby felt the same queasy mix of red panic
and excitement stir within her. It made her want to cry all over again. He
left through the door. It sounded like a closing portcullis as it shut
behind him.
~~~
Debby spent the remainder of the evening huddled on her couch, guzzling
ice-cream and watching a Best Of The Bachelor marathon. Currently on was
episode 7 of season 4. The seven remaining contestants were dashing about a
muddy field, trying to throw silver bridles over a proud male unicorn. The
winner would get a one-on-one carriage ride date with the devilishly hansom
Aaron Firestone, so they were trying hard. Unfortunately the unicorn was
having none of it. Whenever a contestant came close, he would dash or
prance away.
As she watched, ex-model Bitterwind and girl-next-door Jessica joined
forces to force the unicorn back into a corner of the corral. It lowered
and flashed its long horn. At the last moment Bitterwind kicked the back of
Jessica's knee and sent her sprawling to the ground, where stirred up earth
ruined her cowgirl costume and covered her face with sticky mud. Bitterwind
then leapt forward, bridle ready to slip home.
Debby missed the conclusion when the door of the apartment opened and
her flatmate, Ryn, arrived home. She took one look at Debby and knew at
once what had happened.
"Oh Debby," she said. "Come here." She let go her Green Leaf original
handbag, kicked off her black high heels and dropped onto the sofa next to
her friend. She pulled Debby tight into her shoulder and Debby started
sobbing anew.
"I thought I could do it this time," she said.
"I know, I know," said Ryn.
"I thought if I really wanted it. I thought if it was him."
"Shush," said Ryn. "You don’t need to do anything."
There were those words again. Debby shook off her friend’s grip and
pulled back, kindling anger burning away some of the sorrow. "That’s easy
for you to say. You don’t have a problem accepting the Goddess’s gift." She
stabbed a finger at Ryn’s exposed wrist, where sat two knotted rings of
achievement tattoos. Each link was unique and each represented a festival
held in the Goddess's honour. Debby had tried to attend such events, of
course she had, but the sex there was as impossible as sex anywhere else.
"The Goddess calls us all in our own ways," said Ryn.
"But I don’t want to be called in this way. I want to be called like
everyone else!" She shouted the last word and it left her throat hollow.
Ryn leaned forward and stroked a stray lock of hair out of Debby’s face.
It had fallen loose in her anger. Debby sniffed and flicked her button
nose.
"If you feel that strongly, there are ways," she Ryn. "You’ve heard of
the Binding?"
Debby’s heart made a sudden panicked beat. Everyone had heard of the
Binding, but it was the stuff of romantic TV and romance novels. The
unenlightened virginal princess from the barbarian hinterlands who finds
herself in the realm of civilisation and her dark, dangerous lover who
breaks her false morality.
She licked her lips, tasting salt. "That happens?" she said. "Really
happens?"
Ryn nodded. "Not often but, yes. I saw it once." She pulled her sleeve
back from her wrist and pointed at a link – a complex knot reminiscent of
braided plants. "This was the third commemorative garden festival, in New
Tree. She was there with her bond holder, naked on her knees, sucking off
anyone who approached her." Ryn smiled and rolled her hips. "The look on
her face – the mix of lust and hopelessness. Man after man. Woman after
woman. They came to her and she took each in turn."
"I," said Debby but her voice failed her.
"Is that what you want?" said Ryn and leaned forward, a raven glaring
down at a strange fluffy creature.
Debby couldn’t say a word. Ryn captured her chin with a manicured finger
and turned her face so their eyes met. "Do you want this. Really?"
"Yes," Debby breathed.
Ryn’s eyes blazed.
~~~
Debby slept fitfully that night – her mind full of red dreams. She saw
the Binding and what it would mean. Could she accept such a thing? Of
course she couldn't. Of course she could.
Morning light banished the fleeting erotic phantasms but not the result.
Her sex blazed with barely restrained need. She reached down, hands gliding
across her soft skin. Her fingers slipped under her panties and to her hot,
wet folds. It felt like touching a live wire.
"Goddess," she whispered and bucked her hips. She toyed with her folds,
fingers dancing in a pattern refined by years of practice. The
ministrations created a buzzing pressure in her soul. With a slick thumb
she brushed her clit. A bolt of frozen lightning shot through her, so
intense it hurt. The pressure ruptured and maelstrom of sensation boiled
through her.
It was pain. It was pleasure. It was both together and neither apart.
Tears stung her eyes even as she wanted to touched herself again, to
prolong or renew what she had just felt. She didn't, though. She just rode
the monsters, the frightful red beast.
After long seconds she collapsed back onto her bed, boneless against the
matrass and soft pillows.
She raised her hands. The morning light glittered golden off her womanly
juices. Heart racing with forbidden thrill, she sucked on her index finger.
It tasted tart and taboo.
~~~
They left the apartment and took the lift down to the ground floor. The
metal box rumbled and Debby fidgeted next to Ryn. Ryn appeared completely
unfazed, a raven queen surveying her kingdom.
The doorman nodded to them as they walked out the apartment block’s main
doors.
"Morning, Ladies," he said and tipped his tricorn cap.
"Morning, Frank," said Ryn. Debby didn't reply, her mind too focused on
other things.
The street was busy with people – men in suits and women in dresses
hurrying in all directions. Yellow taxi cabs filled the road, a constant
stream of pickups, putdowns and travel.
The Goddess’s temple was located in the old city heart, a few miles away
from the current city centre and Debby’s apartment. Debby and Ryn walked
the short distance to the monorail station. Debby’s hands shook as she
tried to find the coins but Ryn brushed her aside and paid.
The sleek modern train whooshed as it ran between towering modern sky
scrapers of glass and older wizard towers of stone. Both flashed passed the
window, gone as soon as they came.
"Now approaching the Goddess’s Grove," said the artificial voice of the
announcer. Debby’s heart started to race. The train slowed and came to a
complete halt. She stumbled and half fell against the man in front of her.
He sent her an annoyed look and she muttered an apology though even only a
moment later she couldn't have said precisely what words she had used.
The Goddess’s Grove held the Goddess’s temple. All cities had one, as
did most towns. They were oases of green in the glass, steel and stone of a
modern city.
Debby and Ryn exited the train and climbed down the carved stone station
steps to the grove proper. Both wore sensible flats but Debby took the
steps slowly, as if walking on the highest of formal heels.
Stone lions guarded the exit and Debby touched the nose of the one
closeted to her. The stone was cold and warn smooth by thousands of
commuters doing the exact same thing.
The outskirts of the Grove were managed as a city park – landscaped
green grass, sculpted trees, towering hyper-ferns, benches for picnics and
the like. Two teenage girls played Frisbee in a large open space. An
elderly couple walked their equally ancient emerald fire drake, the bright
green of its scales now dull brown in places. Under the leafy bows of a
tree, a university student bobbed up and down on her boyfriend’s cock, the
stiff organ disappearing into her mouth ever few seconds.
The core was different. The trees grew older, darker, denser and wilder.
A bird screamed from the forbidding depths.
Ryn took Debby’s hand and squeezed. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
she asked, Debby’s flatmate and friend through and though. "Really sure?"
Did Debby? Of course she did. Of course she didn’t. She walked forward.
The winding path led through the core. The trees cast long shadows and
the thick canopy kept back even the bright light of midday.
The temple stood at the heart of the wild green place. It was built into
an old earthy hill and the entrance way was made from great grey slaps of
stone, propped so they leant against each other and created a rude but
almost otherworldly passage. Moss clung to the slaps on the windward side
and thorn covered creepers hugged to it all over.
Two monstrous statues guarded the temple – Gog and Magog, the husband-
sons of the Goddess. Curved oversized cocks erupted from their crotches,
topped with bulbous stone heads. The members seemed too big for any woman
but the Goddess’s priestesses were no ordinary women. Naked priestesses
slowly lowered themselves down onto each cock, up and down, up and down,
their cunts accepting the gifts even as their faces showed mixtures of
pleasure and pain. Sweat glistened on their toned bodies and ran down large
perfectly formed breasts.
"Oh Goddess!" cried Gog’s rider, her body shaking and twitching as an
orgasm swept through her.
"Think that will be you?" whispered Ryn into Debby’s ear and giggled.
Debby shivered.
The high priestess met them at the threshold of the temple. She was a
regal woman of middle age but refined beauty. Hair the colour of beaten
copper fell down her back in a wave and her skin was smooth like cream
silk, save around her eyes. She wore a strange garment made from a single
length of green cloth, wrapped around her body such that her nude sex and
left breast were bare.
"Greeting, Sisters," she said. "How can the Goddess help you?"
"I," said Debby and stalled. The red dreams of the night welled up, as
terrifying as sex ever had been. Her heart hammered. Pax stood over her
like a giant of old, his penis out and so very, very hard. Thick veins
lined its length. A drop of clear liquid hung from the tip. He-
Rye stepped up behind Debby and placed her hands on her friend's
shoulders. The touch sunk like anaesthetic into Debby's flesh and she took
a gasping breath. "The Binding," she said, fast, before she could think
better of it. "I want the Binding so I can better serve the Goddess."
"It is a large thing to ask, Sister," said the high priestess in a low
tranquil voice. "We must all serve the Goddess in our own ways."
"But you can do it?" said Debby.
"The Binding is performed." The high priestess nodded slowly. "But only
if we truly believe it will help."
"Please." The longing was clear in her voice. "I want this. I need this.
I just want to be like everyone else, to be happy and serve the Goddess."
The high priestess stood still and silent for several long seconds. At
last she nodded. "We will consider you for the Binding. Come into the
temple. We will ensure you understand what you ask and the consequences to
you. You must come alone."
Debby followed the high priestess into the dark temple. At the last
moment she looked over her shoulder a Ryn. Ryn smiled and motioned her
forward. Debby went inside.
~~~
The temple was warm inside and smelt of thick oils, sweat and herds.
Sexual moans and rhythmic beats echoed from deep corridors. Light came from
flickering braziers.
"You will be tested in the inner sanctum," said the high priestess,
"before the sight of the Goddess herself."
"Test?" said Debby and bit her lip. She hadn't prepared or revised. She
didn't even know what the test would cover.
"Fear not," said the high priestess. "This is not a test of knowledge
but of heart."
They walked deeper into the temple, the walls dark and tight like a
stone womb. Finally they came to a wide open place. A giant statue of the
Goddess dominated, carved by skilled masons from white stone. She stood
naked and regal, her great breasts bared, her pregnant stomach on display,
the lips of her sex carved in perfect detail. Even in stone, her eyes
showed the great compassion for which she was famed.
Before the statue sat an altar and from above that descended a shaft of
light. It caught every spinning dust mote, making the very air seem alive.
"Stand before the Goddess, Sister," said the high priestess.
Debby swallowed but walked forward, her knees unsteady and legs weak.
This was a high holy site, a place where the Goddess's grace touched the
world. She hadn't been somewhere as hallowed since her school days.
She reached the altar, stood in the light and looked up at the Goddess’s
face. Despite the covering of stone, she knew the Goddess looked back at
her.
"What do you seek?" said the high priestess from behind Debby. Her bare
feet padded against the earthy floor.
"The Binding," said Debby. It was hard but she kept her attention on the
Goddess; She was the judge here, as in all things.
"And you understand what you seek?"
That question was worse. Far, far worse. Her mouth was dry but she
forced herself to answer. "Yes," she said. The Goddess gazed down, face
petrified in judgment.
"What do you seek?" The words echoed around the room, no longer just
from the high priestess but from everywhere.
"You will take and own me," said Debby in a whisper. "You will command
me until I learn to serve the Goddess better."
"And do you surrender to this fate, fully, voluntarily and with
knowledge of what your sacrifice will entail?" The words came from the
Goddess. Her lips didn’t move, her stone skin didn’t fall away but she
spoke all the same.
Debby heard a second sentence too, one heard with her soul rather than
her ears. 'Do you commit yourself to better serving Me?'
"Yes," she said and the word left her lips like a falling red weight.
'Then let it be so, Daughter.'
The high priestess slipped a strange collar of braided leather thongs
around Debby’s neck and clicked the lock shut. It felt tight, a constant
reminder of terrifying things.
"It is done, Sister. Turn and kneel."
The collar chilled and Debby found herself turning. She hadn’t meant to.
The words hadn’t even fully registered. But she did so all the same. She
completed her rotation and dropped to her knees, jeans tight against her
legs. From the ground she looked up into the now stern face of the high
priestess.
"I am your Bond holder," she said. "While I hold your Bond, the Binding
and your collar will force you to obey me. When I give it to others, you
shall obey them too."
Debby’s heart beat hard and her chest tightened. The high priestess
could order her to do anything, even have sex right there on the temple
floor and she’d have no choice. The red wouldn’t stop her. A cock could
plunge straight into her cunt and she’d finally be free. Free or destroyed.
The high priestess didn’t give the command, however. Instead she
continued speaking. "I shall undertake the spiritual aspects of your
training, but I am not best set to teach the physical. To that I will give
you to another. Bice, come meet your charge."
A man stepped into Debby’s line of vision. He was tall and wide
shouldered. His broad chest was bare and shaved, showing only powerful
muscles, oiled bronze skin and twisting red tattoos, so dark they were
almost black. His only clothes were leather trousers, which clung to his
legs and hinted at his crotch. Would this be the man to finally take her?
The high priestess touched Bice’s shoulder and Debby felt her collar
stir.
"I have given him your Bond," said the high priestess. "Tonight he will
instruct you. Tomorrow we will speak again, after I have communed with the
Goddess on your path."
The high priestess retreated and Bice advanced. His looked down at her
with dark amber eyes, somehow at once judging and indifferent. Debby
shifted how she knelt, raising her chest and straightening her back. Blood
pounded in her veins. Was this it?
"Strip," said Brice, the word oddly high and melodious for such a large
imposing man.
The collar grew cold. Debby stripped. She didn’t even need to think.
Off went the wool sweater and her pink t-shirt. She slipped off her
flats, socks and then struggled out of her tight jeans. The clothes went in
an untidy pile beside her, for all that they represented a small fortune.
That left her in her underwear, just bra and panties. Fingers buzzing as if
filled with static electricity, she reached back and unclipped her bra. The
cups fell away, revealing her breasts to the warm air.
Bice barely glanced. He just met her eyes with his cold amber gaze and
Debby blushed anew. She knew her breasts weren’t as shapely as a glamor
models or TV-stars but they were large and firm. Men often seemed
interested, even if she always spoiled everything before the main event.
Feeling almost sick, she tucked her thumbs into the waistband of her
panties and drew them down. The cotton swished as it moved down her thin,
shaved legs and she set them aside. Completely naked, she looked to Bice
for approval.
"Present yourself," he said. "Kneel upright. Hands joined behind your
head."
Part of Debby wanted to object, but she had no choice. Her tongue froze
in her mouth and she moved on her own.
She knelt as Bice instructed, straight and formal, chest bared and
vulnerable for all to see. Bice reached forward and ran the back of his
hand across her left breast. The skin tingled and puckered, as if chilled
by a sudden wind.
"This is called attention position. Remember this."
Debby nodded.
"You will follow," he said and turned. "Crawl."
Crawl? Like a dog? Debby blushed, blood rushing to her cheeks, ears and
neck.
Bice walked away, ass tight in his leather trousers, and Debby had no
choice but to follow. Collar cold around her neck, she scampered after on
knees and hands. The earthy floor was hard but not enough to graze her
skin.
Bice led her through the crude stone corridor of the temple.
Occasionally she’d catch site of a priest or priestess and their eyes would
run along her naked body. Her nipples tightened each time and she shivered
as a raven haired temptress stared at her like a hunting bird looking at a
particularly small and fuzzy prey animal.
Finally he walked into a small room. Debby followed. There was no door
in the wall, just a frame made from three stones propped against each
other. A fire burnt in a pit at the centre of the room, like the Winter
Bonfires used to keep the Goddess warm during her annual slumber. Thick
black smoke gathered at the ceiling, where it slowly exited through a small
hole. A small swatch of blue sky glimmered there.
"We will practice positions," said Bice. "I will explain each, name it
and you shall perform it when instructed."
And practice they did. Bice instructed Debby in Bow, which left her
chest pressed against the ground, her ass in the air; Spread, which had her
sit with her legs stretched wide, her sex pulled open so any invading eye
could see her most intimate fold; Standing, which had her standing as tall
and straight as she could; and many others. He made her practice each in
turn, and then in combinations.
As the light disappeared from the small smoke hole, he moved onto
different pursuits. He produced a leash, like what one might use to lead a
dog or a shadow cat, and clipped it to her collar. Her face burned anew at
what it represented.
"Follow," he said. "Crawl."
Debby followed Bice on her lead around and around the bonfire in a tight
circle. The heat from the fire scolded the right-hand side of her body
while the night cold of the walls chilled the left. The walls must have
been near the edge of the mound for they had grown cold quickly as the sun
vanished. She kept going, on and on, knee after knee, hand after hand. The
ground tore at her knees and they were soon scuffed and red. Her hands,
unused to much more than clerical work, grew sore and stiff. Grime gathered
on her normally clean and smooth skin – sweat, mud and smoke from the fire.
Bice seemed immune to her ills. He walked forward, step after step,
ignoring the fact that he led a naked woman by a leash. The smoke added the
to the oily bronze of his skin, but while it made her looked scraggy and
ill-kempt, it made him look like a hero of old.
Finally he stopped and turned. The light of the fire made his tattoos
dance. "Attention position."
Debby blanked for a moment but the collar chilled and her body knew what
to do even if her mind did not. She drew herself up on her knees, back
straight, breasts out and hands behind her head. Exhausted, she swayed as
she tried to hold the pose, and her grubby breasts wobbled.
"You may rest here tonight," he said and pointed to the back of the
room. "Someone will be with you in the morning."
"Yes sir," said Debby, her throat hoarse.
He unclipped the leash from her collar and turned to leave.
"Sir?" said Debby, heart thumping.
He paused but didn’t turn.
"Sir," she said again. "When? I mean when will we, you know?"
He still didn’t turn but he did speak. "When I think you are ready."
With those words he left the small, doorless room. Debby huddled next to
the fire and got what sleep she could.
~~~
"Wake up, Sister."
Debby started awake and looked up into the regal face of the high
priestess. She sat frozen and dumb for several long seconds before her
situation came crashing back. The Binding, the collar, the Bond, her own
promises and Bice’s training. Oh, Goddess, had this really been a good
idea? The future seemed terrifying and red.
"I have communed with the Goddess," said the high priestess, her eyes
almost otherworldly as she stood above Debby. "She has revealed much of
what drove you to us. Are you enjoying your stay with us?"
"No, high priestess," said Debby’s fickle, traitorous tongue as her
collar grew cold. "The walls are cold and the fire is hot. And there is no
blanket." She drew herself up into a respectful kneeling position, breasts
bared to the beautiful redhead and hands folded in her lap. As she did, she
glanced at the smoke hole. What time was it? Only dark night sky showed.
The high priestess nodded. "That is true but you are here to better
serve the Goddess. This will help you learn. Masturbate for me."
The command came almost from nowhere, so shocking that Debby didn’t move
even as her collar grew freezing cold. Masturbation was private; it was
personal; it was the very opposite of what she’d accepted the Binding to
achieve. She’d come here to learn to share her body with others and take
pleasure in theirs in turn. This was nothing like that. Even such surprise
couldn’t stall the Binding forever, however.
She shook as her body started to move. Her fingers reached her sex and
found it warm and wet. The dry heat of the fire warred with the wet pulsing
heat of her blood. She ran her fingers along her lips and around her clit
hood. Her clit buzzed, almost electric, and far too sensitive to touch. She
squeezed her eyes shut and just concentrated on her self-pleasure.
She called up images of Pax into her mind’s eye, so tall, dark and
masculine. He towered over her, ready to take her in his strong but careful
hands and claim everything she so desperately wanted to offer. The red of
panic flickered around the edges of the vision but she kept it at bay.
Pax withdrew his cock from his tailored suit trousers. It was long and
thick and perfectly formed. Its head glimmered, already wet and so dark it
looked purple. She looked back up at Pax’s face but he wasn’t Pax anymore.
It was Bice, rougher of feature as it chipped from stone. He looked down
impassively at her, judging her in his silent way.
"Look at me."
The command cut through Debby’s fantasy and her eyes shot open. She
locked gazes with the high priestess, the other woman’s powerful green eyes
terribly invasive. In that moment she came.
The orgasm rolled through her like a wave. It swept away her dikes of
self-control and her dams of self-restraint. The priestess’s eyes raped her
very being with a terrible red intimacy. Debby screamed out her pleasure
until there was nothing left, leaving her drained and hollow. She fell to
the ground, sobbing and twitching.
The high priestess stood silent and watchful for long moments before
leaving her alone.
~~~
Bice came the next morning, as suddenly as the high priestess had during
the night.
"You may wear these," he said and threw down two items of clothing: a
short shirt made from leather slats and a tube-top, little more than a band
of cloth to go around her breasts.
Debby picked up the top and weighed the flimsy fabric. Then she noticed
her collar wasn't growing cold. This wasn’t a command. If she put the
clothes on it would be of her own will.
She looked up at the cold face of Bice, back down at the clothes and
pulled them on. Once she was dressed, if indeed you could call her current
state such, Bice reached forward and clipped her leash to her collar. The
weight tugged at her neck, not a lot but enough that she would never forget
it was there.
"You will follow two paces behind," said Bice. "Walk, do not crawl."
The command made her collar chill, but that was nothing to the blood
which flushed to her face. She remembered the night before and the long
subhuman crawl to which she'd been set. Her clit buzzed and she blushed all
the harder. To think her life was such that to walk not crawl needed to be
specified.
The temple was quiet as Bice led her from her small room. The only
sounds were the crackle of burning braziers, Bice's confident footfalls and
the pitter-patter of her own feet as she struggled to keep up.
They reached the entrance where the propped stone slabs created the
eerie gateway. Morning light shone from outside and Debby blinked,
scrunched her eyes and shaded her face. Bice didn't let her stop. He tugged
her leash in wordless command and led her out.
The dark wild woods sprawled in all directions, full of old gnarled
trees and tangled plants. Birds cried out from the depths, loud and shrill,
and small animals scurried. The monstrous statues of Mog and Magog stood
alone and unattended. Their cocks curved up from their crotches, powerful
and terrifying even in stone. Debby felt something lodge in her throat as
she stared at the head of Magog's penis. It seemed so big but the
priestesses had somehow managed to service it the day before.
Bice tugged on the leash again and led her along the winding path to the
more managed parts of the Goddess's Grove.
It was very early and few people were about. A pair of joggers ran past
on a paved path. They wore sweat pants, sports bras and headbands to keep
their hair out of their eyes. They glanced at Debby and whispered to each
other. One giggled, high and conspiratorial.
In that moment Debby felt very naked. Her pitiful clothes clung to her
dirty, sweat stained body like they were only half there. The cool morning
air swirled around her legs and touched her hot sex, unprotected as it was
by any underwear. Her normally blonde hair must be in a pitiful state. Her
entire chest was bare, save for the thin tube-top which ran in a narrow
band around her tits, squeezing and mauling her breasts. She was utterly
unfit to be out in public. In fact, naked would surely have been better,
for some always chose to honour the Goddess that way. None of that
mattered; she had no choice.
Bice led her across the park but not to the monorail station. Instead
they went to the road. An off-orange gelatinous cube slowly made its way
along the pavement, dissolving the trash of the night before. Bice paused
to let it ooze passed, then walked over the now sparkling sidewalk to the
curb where a yellow taxicab waited, its engine spluttering as it turned
over.
He opened the door and wordlessly looked at her. She climbed in, her
short skirt flaring up to show her ass and cunt. He followed a moment later
and pulled the door shut. In the tight confines of the cab, his presence
almost crushed her. She fidgeted with her hands, the future a hidden,
frightful thing.
"Where too?" asked the cabbie. He was an older man, with a thick
moustache and a battered flat cap. A dog-eared cigarette hung from his
mouth, which shot silver sparks along with the more mundane smoke.
"Icecleaver stadium," Bice said.
"Going to see the big fight?" said the cabbie as he cast a glance out
his rear-view mirror and pulled off from the curb. "Will be listening to it
on my radio myself. Have to work see. Children to feed."
"My purposes are many," murmured Bice. He gazed out the window, once
more impassive to all around him.
Debby froze in her seat. Icecleaver stadium? That was beyond public.
Fifty thousand people might see her and millions more if a TV camera caught
her image. Worse, most would be men, men of a distinctively rowdy sort.
Dragon fights were incredibly popular.
Her gaze flicked to Bice, her heart racing. What was he planning? He
couldn’t be planning to throw her to the crowd. That was impossible, beyond
even her worst nightmares. Somehow the red nightmare hardened her nipples
and set her clit buzzing.
The stadium was on the other side of the city and the journey took
almost an hour. The closer they got to the stadium, the thicker the traffic
grew. Home and away fans packed the streets, some in cars, others in
busses and still more in singing, chanting packs. Half wore the blue-and-
white tabards of the Icecleavers. The remainder wore the red and gold of
the visiting Warlights.
The cabbie pulled up at the side of the road and Debby climbed out, more
careful this time so she didn’t flash any of the onlookers. Not that such a
little modesty made much difference. Some stopped and stared at the dirty
whore in her flimsy clothes. One twenty something with gelled up hair stuck
two fingers in his mouth and let loose an ear splitting whistle.
Bice followed her out the cab and loomed behind her, leash in hand. That
stopped many of the onlookers. He towered over Debby and while that wasn’t
hard, he towered over most of the fans too. Combined with his shirtless
state that showed every sculpted muscle and few were fool enough to
challenge him.
"Follow," he said and led her into the stadium.
Even as intimidating as Bice was, he didn’t get to skip the cue. Slowly
they moved towards the turnstiles and the uniformed officials taking
tickets. Bice produced two as they reached the front and handed them to the
young woman in the close cut steward’s smock and tricorne hat. She look at
them, glancing from Bice to Debby with wide eyes.
"Um," she said and bit her lip. "Seats 45 and 46 Z, Area 4." She waved
them through.
Bice led her by leash through the tunnel and up the correct set of
stairs to their seats. They were good seats, at least as far as Debby could
judge such things, but she knew she wasn’t here for the fight. Thousands of
people filled the banked stadium seats, countless cheering, arguing,
singing and fighting voices.
On the grounds proper, the two teams readied themselves. Vets and
handlers checked over Winter, the Icecleavers’ Arctic Cold Snapper. She was
a magnificent beast, fully forty feet of ice-blue scales and opalescent
wings. Arctic Cold Snappers were known for their beauty among dragons and
Winter stood apart, even with the scars and minor wounds she’d picked up in
past fights.
Fang, the Warlights’ slate grey Iron Growler bull, underwent a similar
set of checks by his team. The endorsement agents scurried over the great
beast’s flanks with stencils and spray paint, putting the final corporate
logos in place. Fang’s rider, Gaudwyn Wrath, stood by the dragon’s nose in
silent communion with his mount.
"Bice," said Debby in a low whisper. "Why are we here?" Already she was
gathering leering looks and appreciative glances. She felt utterly
vulnerable, the tiny skirt and thin top almost no protection at all.
"Wait," he said and for a few long moments Debby worried that was all he
would say. "You will see when the match begins."
It was almost half an hour before the match started. Debby spent the
time fidgeting in her seat, the plastic cool against her exposed ass. The
attention around her grew in that time too. Whispers swum and bred in the
people-sea, fingers pointed and men craned their necks to get a better
look. Naked people on leashes were an uncommon site at sporting events.
Final it was time. The two teams left the main ground, leaving only the
two dragons and their riders. The riders sat on special saddles, affixed
where long draconic necks met torsos. The two dragons eyed each other.
Somewhere in their animal minds, they knew what was about to happen.
The referee fired his starting gun, and the two great beasts leapt at
each other, claws ready, wings spread and mouths wide. Excitement rushed
through Debby’s veins and she leaned forward, edge of her seat. She wasn’t
normally a fan of dragon fights but the energy of the stadium was electric.
"You will suck my cock while I watch the match," said Bice.
Goddess, no.
Diamond hard permafrost filled Debby’s chest, a perfect mirror to the
ice which ran through her collar. Unable to pause, unable to demure, she
rose from her seat and fell to her knees in front of Bice. His tight
leather pants clung to her legs and framed the terrifying bulge of his
crotch. He undid a number of small metallic buttons and pulled his cock
free. It hung in his hands, a long length of blood-filled flesh.
The collar pulled Debby forward. Her lips touched the bulbous crown. The
flesh was warm like baking clay. She wanted to scream and run. She wanted
to fight. Red filled her vision. Panic ran discordant riot through her
body. None of that mattered.
Her lips opened all on their own, and she took the cock into her mouth.
Her first cock. Her only cock. It tasted clean and filled her utterly, even
though she only had the smallest amount inside her. Dragon screams and the
roars of the crowd sounded behind her but she had her own world.
For a while, she just suckled on the head, milking it with pressure and
the slightest of up and down motions. The collar seemed okay with this,
only feeling slightly cold. Bice wanted more, however.
He laid his hands on her head and drew her down. She swallowed more of
the cock, taking it deeper and deeper until it filled her mouth. It seemed
impossible. Tears stung the corners of her eyes and she wanted to tear
herself free, to run away and never again experience the Binding.
That wasn’t a choice.
Bice guided her back up, then down again. She got the message and took
up the motion on her own, though she avoided going quite as deep as Bice
seemed to wish.
That simple, repetitive motioned seemed to go on forever, but finally
she felt Bice’s body start to tense under her. It was a subtle thing, a
tightening of muscles and a shifting of blood. She could guess very well
what it meant.
Bice placed his hands on her head again as he erupted. Salty sperm
filled Debby’s mouth – more than filled it. In that red filled moment, she
thought she would drown. She tried to pull back, to escape and break free,
but the collar held her frozen. A sickly mix of shame and forbidden lust
ran through her as the cum filled her up. A small amount escaped her lips
and dribbled down her chin.
Finally Bice stopped and guided her back off his cock. He met her angry,
terrified eyes and smiled, the first real emotion she’d seem on his
normally impassive face.
"Swallow," he said.
Ice cracked and broke in her chest, as if before a steam powered ice
breaker. The collar broke any resistance she might offer and she did as
bid. The sperm sunk down her gullet and into her stomach, were it boiled
with queasy unease.
Around her, the crowd erupted into whooping claps. They weren’t
celebrating the match. A small circle of onlookers was completely focused
on her. Debby wanted to die even as her sopping cunt boiled under the tiny
skirt.
"You have fans, Debby," said Bice as he unclipped the leash form her
collar. He then said the terrifying, the impossible and the unforgivable.
"Why don’t you pleasure them as you did me?"
~~~
It was a long three hours and by the end Debby’s jaw was aching and
drying cum smeared her face and hair. Her tube-top was ripped from one too
many groping hands and one of her meaty breasts hung loose. Her skirt road
up, showing her needy red cunt to anyone who looked.
She’d sucked off eight different men. She’d taken each cock deep in her
mouth, tasted them, pleasured them and let them spend themselves in or on
her. It was disgusting. It was terrifying. Part of her was secretly
thrilled at her whorish acts.
The dragon fight ended in a home team victory. Fang, the Warlights’ Iron
Growler, lay on his back in surrender, soft underbelly on display. Winter
stood preening over her defeated opponent and her rider stood on her back
and waved.
While the crowd was still celebrating, Bice led Debby out of the stadium
and down to the street. He called down a taxi and said, "Goddess’s Grove,"
in his oddly soft voice.
This taxi driver was less talkative. He just grunted, slotted his cab
into gear and took off.
Back at the temple, Bice stripped Debby of her meagre and now quite
soiled clothes. She stood naked and shivering in the temple entrance way –
breast and cunt bare, arousal on display. Priestesses and priests gave her
strange, knowing looks. Every one of them knew what the triple braided
collar meant and that she’d agreed to every cruel fate which befell her.
For the remainder of the day, Bice continued Debby’s obedience training.
They practiced the positons she’d learned the day before: Bow, Tower,
Spread, Attention and more.
Come the end of training and for what Bice named, "An acceptable day’s
achievements," he let her bathe. The temple had a small heated rock pool
and the warm water soothed away all the grime from her body and made her
feel more human than she had since she’d arrived.
After that treat, Bice returned Debby to the small chamber she’s come to
think of as her room. The bonfire burned in the centre and a number of
burning braises stood in the corners. It wasn’t time for her to sleep,
however, for only a few minutes later, the high priestess arrived.
Debby pulled herself into attention position and looked up at her
visitor. The high priestess appeared as refined and regal as always, her
beaten copper hair and bright green eyes vibrant.
"You were right to come to us, Sister," she said.
Debby felt conflicted at the statement. At once it was reassuring to
have her course of action affirmed but her own doubts had been growing.
"I have learned the Goddess has not set another path for you. The path
she set for you is the one you now seek to walk. Only one thing stops you:
fear. You fear the fire within you and others. You fear to be burned. You
fear what the sharing of pleasures with mean and change."
Her eyes flashed and she strode to a brazier next to the wall. Debby
turned to follow.
"Do not move or speak again until I give you an order," said the high
priestess and Debby’s body froze as the collar chilled.
"You fear the fire because it is dangerous, Sister, but it is only as
dangerous as we let it be." She waved her hand over the crackling flames
before her. "Fire helps us. It cooks our food, heats our homes, powers our
cities. And yes it is dangerous too. It burns us. It scars us. But we must
not fear it."
She steeled herself and thrust both hands deep into the flames. Fire
licked her skin, which turned red, then black. The high priestess shook,
arms twitching as she overrode her bodies innate desire to escape from
pain.
Debby sat frozen and terrified. She wanted to scream for help. She
wanted to leap to her feet and save the high priestess from her pain. None
of those options were open to her. All she could do was sit still and
silent and the priestess burnt herself alive.
"The Goddess protects, Sister," said the high priestess through gritted
teeth. "Never forget." She withdrew her left hand from the flames. The skin
was pristine and undamaged. "And what she does not protect, she heals." She
withdrew and held up her right hand. Black scars and weeping red burns
covered the skin. She closed her eyes, let out a breath and diffuse white
light danced over her injuries. They healed before Debby’s started eyes.
The high priestess stepped back from the brazier and walked to the door.
At the last moment she stopped and turned to Debby. "Your fire is the
Goddess’s gift, Sister. Give it freely and trust in Her and you shall not
be burnt. You may move and speak now." With those words she swept away.
She left Debby with much to think about.
~~~
Ryn had begun to worry for her flatmate as soon as she’d left Debby at
the temple. It wasn’t that she thought Debby was making a mistake or that
she looked on her friends coming trails with any particular ill feeling.
Indeed, thoughts of Debby’s erotic torments were something of a not so
secret thrill to her. But she did care for her friend and worried for the
pain she might experience before the inevitable acceptance.
It was with some relief, there for, that she received a call from the
Goddess’s Office, four days after Debby’s departure.
"Of course I’ll come!" she said into the receiver. "Tonight at the
temple? I’ll be there."
The event was still some hours off but Ryn set to getting ready. She
showered, washed and dried her long black hair. She applied makeup, perfume
and dressed in a stylish cocktail dress.
Come the appointed hour, she left the apartment and took the monorail to
the Goddess’s Grove. It was dark by the time she arrived and the bright
white glow of street lamps lit the park like strung fairy lights.
She made her way to the temple in the centre of the Grove. Even with the
late hours, the place bustled. Priests and priestesses moved about and the
beat of loud music echoed.
The high priestess met her when she arrived. "Sister," she said and
leaned forward, kissing Ryn’s cheek. Ryn returned the gesture. "I’m glad
you have come. Debby has requested your presence. She has elected to gift
away her virginity to Priest Bice tonight. Please follow me."
The high priestess led Ryn into the temple. Debby met them in a small
chamber off a large hall. She wore a simple white dress and a triple
braided black collar.
"Ryn!" she cried and threw her arms around her friend. "I’m glad you
came. Did you hear? I’m going to do it. The fire, I’m not scared. I will
face it. The Goddess will protect."
"I’m so happy for you," said Ryn and hugged her friend back.
"They’re ready for you," said a mousy priestess from inside the chamber.
"Wish me luck," said Debby and gave Ryn one last hug.
"I will," said Ryn and Debby disappeared into the chamber.
"Let us take our places," said the high priestess. Ryn nodded.
They arranged themselves with a crowd of onlookers before an altar.
Behind that stood an immense statue of the Goddess in all her glory.
Debby stood bent over the altar, her white dress just covering her ass.
From deep in the room, a drumbeat struck up. A priest approached her. He
was tall and thick chested, with wild black-red tattoos across his chest. A
very respectable cock bobbed before him and heavy balls hung below that.
This would be Priest Bice, Ryn realised.
He approached Debby from behind and ran his hands across her cloth
covered ass. She writhed under his touch, like a purring cat. He flipped
the dress up and Ryn saw her friend’s cunt. It was fat and red and clearly
in great need.
"Please," said Debby in a voice infused with impossible longing. "Do
it."
Bice struck home. His cock speared into her pussy, balls deep, and Debby
let out a cry of pure pleasure. She rolled her hips, seeking for even more
contact. Bice for his part grunted and started hammering away – a hard
pounded stroke that made Ryn’s knees weak just watching it. She wished her
first time had been so skilful and filled with energy, not the quick
unsatisfying affair it had been.
In and out, he went, and for such a long time and Ryn had to wonder at
his stamina. Debby orgasmed again and again under his pounding, her body a
puddle of exploding nerves and female pleasure. Finally Bice gave one final
thunderous thrust and erupted into Debby’s cunt. His ass muscles twitched
five times and he pulled back. His cock glittered in the burning lights of
the temple.
The opening act of the ceremony might have been over but there was much
more to come. Debby changed position and more participants joined her on
stage. The high priestess sucked Bice’s cock back to like and he took his
place on the altar. Debby slowly lowered herself down onto his thrusting
cock and groaned as she did. Other men approached her and she took them in
her hands and mouth. It was an orgy of sexual pleasure and excitement.
"Am I beautiful?" gasped Debby as she bounced up and down on Bice’s
cock, two others in her hands. Cum stained her hair and glistened on her
body.
Ryn reached down a flicked a loose strand of blonde hair from her
friends face. She smiled. "Yes, Debby. You are as beautiful as I’ve ever
seen you." She slipped off her black cocktail dress and joined in the fun.
For long into the night they relished the pleasure of their bodies and the
bodies of others. The terror of red bothered none of them at all.