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Incarnation of Etta - 2: Submission and Conquest
by M. Cowperthwaite (milescopperplate@aol.com)

***

Cherie awoke from the ordeal of the Ascension feeling 
battered, bruised and thoroughly violated. In the 
course of single horrific afternoon Cherie had gone 
from being a hard-charging young working mom to a 
helpless victim of more rapes than she could count and 
the sexual plaything of her own 11 year old daughter. 
And it was all done to her in the name of some dead 
woman's fucked up religion. (MMF, MFg, ped, nc, rp, 
inc, oral, anal, bd, mc)

***

Part 1 of this story: "A Young Mother's Sacrifice," may 
be found in Directory 51.

***

Part 2: Submission and Conquest


I.  The Newest Cup Maiden

Cherie awoke from the ordeal of the Ascension feeling 
battered, bruised and thoroughly violated. In the 
course of single horrific afternoon Cherie had gone 
from being a hard-charging young working mom to a 
helpless victim of more rapes than she could count and 
the sexual plaything of her own 11 year old daughter. 
And it was all done to her in the name of some dead 
woman's fucked up religion. 

It was just too much and Cherie was in no shape to even 
begin to wrap her mind around the many outrages she had 
had to endure. Maybe that would come later. All she 
wanted at the moment was a nice, long shower, complete 
with soap and privacy, and she wanted a hot meal. She 
got both. For the next few days High Cup Maiden Tam saw 
to it that Cherie was made as comfortable as possible 
during the brief period set aside for her 
convalescence. At least one of the tribades, women of 
the church who were not Cup Maidens, was always near at 
hand to fulfill Cherie's every request.

Every reasonable request, that is. The bedchamber given 
to Cherie was large and expensively appointed with a 
king-sized bed that seemed far too grand for her petite 
5'4" frame and she defensively took up the space around 
her with the several overstuffed satin pillows that lay 
about. A sliding glass door opened to an inner 
courtyard at the center of which was a large oval 
swimming pool but the grounds and rooftops were 
patrolled by security drones armed with dogs and two-
way radios. 

There was a plasma TV and personal computer in her room 
but no internet or telephone. Her bureau and bathroom 
were stocked thoughtfully with pricey cosmetics and 
toiletries but there was not a stitch of clothing to be 
had anywhere. She was not even to be allowed so much as 
a bathrobe or a pair of slippers. Cherie was to remain 
on the estate and she was to be naked at all times.

As the newest Cup Maiden, Cherie's status in the Church 
of Etta was that of pornae. The lot of the pornae was 
simple enough for Cherie to grasp. She was always to be 
available to attend to the physical needs of Etta's 
Children. On any given day there were usually to be 
found at least ten or twelve of the Children, drones 
and tribades alike, in and around the mansion. Tam 
explained that these members volunteered their services 
as guards, housekeepers and such, and that liberal use 
of the pornae was their just reward for their 
sacrifices for Etta. Therefore, Cherie was to give of 
her body to one and all with gratitude and love. The 
only restriction in Cherie's favor was that, because 
her womb-- her "cup"-- was to be regarded as a 
ceremonial sacred vessel, its use belonged solely 
within the discretion of the Incarnation and the other 
Cup Maidens. No man could partake of Cherie's vagina 
save that the proper religious formalities were 
observed.

The rules governing Cherie's conduct as pornae were to 
be strictly adhered to. To drive home the point, Tam 
offered Cherie a cautionary tale regarding the fate of 
the last pornae. It seems there was a pubescent flower 
of a 15 year old girl who was highly favored by all the 
Children who had her but whose career as Cup Maiden was 
tragically cut short through the girl's own willful 
nature. She apparently took issue with the pornae dress 
code for one day she was seen wrapped in a towel as she 
stepped out of her bathroom shower. 

This was a serious infraction and as punishment she was 
placed on a two week liquid diet, which is to say that 
for the next two weeks the only sustenance the poor 
nameless girl was permitted to have was whatever semen 
she could tease out of the men's cocks with her mouth. 
Tam chuckled as she recounted how, after a few days, 
the child would drop to her knees before every drone 
she saw and beg to suck his dick.

But alas this rather esoteric diet failed to satisfy 
the wayward maiden's hunger, for a tribade caught her 
foraging in one of the kitchens. Here was an infraction 
on top of an infraction and there was nothing to be 
done but to put her down. A special ceremony was held 
to defrock the luckless pornae. (Cherie wondered how 
they could defrock someone who is not allowed to wear 
clothes in the first place but kept quiet as Tam warmed 
to her tale.) 

The girl was suspended supine by four ropes affixed to 
hooks in the rafters of the Ascension Chamber and given 
over to the cruelest and most well-endowed of the 
drones. Tam reeled off names, some of whom Cherie 
remembered only too well. Of course there was Eddie. 
There was Brian the ass ripper and freakishly long 
Jeff. And how could Cherie forget L.T.? Two at a time 
the drones plied the girl's throat and pussy with their 
swollen pricks. But everyone told her all she had to do 
was endure and be a good sport. The ends of divine 
justice would be met and all would be forgiven.

The way Tam told it, the girl never suspected her 
ultimate fate until she had been released from her 
bonds and bade to sit on all fours on the carpet as Io 
entered the sanctuary with the largest mastiff from the 
kennel. This, the pornae had to have known, was most 
irregular. Animals were never permitted in this holiest 
of places. The girl convulsed with disgust and horror 
as the beast grasped her tiny waist with his paws, 
mounted her and pistoned his thick male organ in and 
out of her shuddering cunt. As the knot of the big 
dog's cock pushed inexorably into the girl's body, Tam 
whispered into her ear that it was sacrilege for a Cup 
Maiden's womb to be defiled by the seed of an animal 
and thus her cup was no longer acceptable to Etta. 

The awful weight of Tam's words sunk into the girl's 
consciousness just as the mastiff began filling her cup 
with thick ribbons of his unclean seed, but there was 
little she could do but bewail her cruel fortunes. 
Because of his knot, the defrocked maiden was of one 
body with the big animal who continued to throb and 
pulse inside of her. This was how her final moments 
were to be spent. When beast and maiden were finally 
separated, L.T. picked the girl up and carried her out 
to the pool.

With only the bare minimum of lubrication, he thrust 
the full length of his thick, foot long member up into 
her bowels while she screamed in agony. She screamed 
until L.T. placed one massive hand on the back of the 
15 year old's neck and forced her head into the water 
and held her there. He felt her shudder and convulse 
around his dick until the waters stilled and the erring 
maiden struggled no more.

Cherie was horrified. It was not that she believed 
Tam's little story. She did not believe a word of it. 
What so filled her with dread was how she could find 
herself at the tender mercies of someone who could 
dream up such a ghastly tale and tell it with an 
enthusiasm that was frankly sexual. Whether Tam was 
drawing from a well of memory or imagination Cherie 
could not tell and did not care much. She could not 
help but see how aroused Tam had become by her own 
words and their unmistakable effect upon her captive 
listener. Tam quickly disrobed and began to toss aside 
the excess pillows Cherie had piled around herself.

"Do you have any questions about your duties here, 
pornae?" asked Tam in that thick I'm-going-to-fuck-you-
til-you-yelp voice of hers.

"None," Cherie heard herself reply much to her 
disbelief. She had wanted to ask about her daughter. 
She had wanted to ask about a lot of things from the 
life she knew before she was drugged and brought to 
this place. But none of those things seemed to matter 
anymore. Her world was this house and this bed and the 
tall, cruel, redheaded goddess who loomed unclothed 
above her. "I am here for you, ma'am," Cherie meekly 
assured her. "I am here for all the Children. I am 
pornae."

Tam gazed down at Cherie in triumph and lust as she 
pulled back the covers and eased her body onto Cherie's 
until her bare stomach pressed on top of Cherie's own 
belly and breasts. For her part, Cherie opened up and 
received Tam into her arms and thighs and clasped her 
into the warmth of her body. Peering down into Cherie's 
wide and terrified blue eyes, Tam whispered, "That's 
good, Cherie. That's very good. We may yet keep you out 
of the pool."

Tam raised up slightly on one elbow and lowered a full, 
firm breast onto Cherie's lips. Cherie opened her mouth 
and drew in the wide nipple suckling it wetly, 
caressing it with her tongue. Tam balled up fistfuls of 
Cherie's thick, blond hair and exhaled a ragged sigh. 
Her nipples were especially sensitive tonight. 

"We Cup Maidens envy you, little sister. Did you know 
that?" Tam murmured between gasps. "There's way more 
pleasure in submission than in con...quest. Trust me."

At that moment Cherie was far too frightened and 
confused to comprehend very much of Tam's breathless 
pillow talk about pleasure. But she was starting to 
understand submission. And she had definitely made up 
her mind that, yes, she wanted to live. Cherie's mind 
and body still recalled vividly the horror and despair 
of almost being fucked to death under the damned 
enigmatic gaze of Etta's portrait in the sanctuary. 

That is what death in this place meant and Cherie did 
not want to die: not here, not now. Cherie was 
determined to survive and, if survival meant 
submission, then Cherie would submit wholeheartedly to 
all comers until the hour when the cops finally showed 
up and put an end to Etta's never-ending rape party. 
But of course there was no such salvation in the here 
and now. There was nothing for her to do but pull on 
Tam's breast like the frightened newborn she had become 
until Tam thought of some other use for her.


II.  Cherie Finds Her Purpose

Given the way Cherie's luck had gone lately, it would 
not have surprised her much to learn that her absence 
was hardly noticed in the wider world. Tam and Eddie 
had taken care of everything. In truth, making Cherie 
disappear had been a fairly simple matter. She had no 
friends or relatives, at least none with whom she had 
bothered to remain in contact. 

The lawyers for whom she worked missed her when she 
failed to show up Monday morning but Tam thoughtfully 
took care of that by sending from Cherie's personal 
computer a polite and regretful email to the managing 
partner explaining that she had had to move out of 
state on account of some sudden but vague family 
emergency, and thus would no longer be able to work for 
the firm. As for Cherie's meager possessions, they were 
efficiently packed away to a storage unit. Her little 
rental house was cleaned out and the key was left in 
the mail box for the landlord to find. 

As for Cindy, she was not missed because, as far as the 
world knew, she had not gone anywhere. When the school 
bus roared down her street Monday morning, Cindy was 
there waiting for it. The only thing that had changed, 
and it was a small thing really, was that the child now 
stood on the curb outside the home of her beloved Uncle 
Eddie and Aunt Tam.  

Meanwhile back at the mansion, Cherie was recuperating 
nicely in body and spirit. Except for that one late 
night visit from Tam, she was left alone and unmolested 
in her big bed. One of the tribades, a slender, 
attractive woman of about 38 with mousy short hair who 
called herself Ellen Anne, had been especially 
solicitous. She was Cherie's personal nurse and 
chambermaid. By Ellen Anne's ministrations, the nagging 
ache in Cherie's nipples from where the steel clamps 
had sunk their teeth into them had largely subsided. 
Almost gone too were the nasty stripes on Cherie's 
back, shoulders and buttocks from where the demonic 
little Io had put her to the lash. 

Ellen Anne explained that the body of a Cup Maiden was 
considered precious and was not to be scarred in that 
manner. For this reason, only whips of the softest 
leather were used in the scourging ritual. The sores on 
Cherie's wrists from where she was hung from manacles 
or on the flesh around her knees where the ropes bit 
were another matter. These would almost certainly leave 
their marks. But not to worry, such little scars as 
these were revered as marks of status. All of the Cup 
Maidens had them.

Early on the morning of the fourth day of Cherie's 
recovery Ellen Anne padded into her room and placed a 
breakfast tray on the night stand next to Cherie's bed. 
She then moved quickly to the other side of the 
bedchamber and pulled open the blinds allowing the 
morning sun to flood the room. Cherie sat up in bed and 
shielded her squinting eyes with a wrist. As she did 
so, the comforter fell away from the top of her body 
exposing her small cherry nipples and milky breasts to 
the full light of day.

Something was different about this day. Something had 
changed. This day did not begin with Ellen Anne's 
softly spoken consolations or even a bright "Good 
Morning!" This day she had yet to say anything at all. 
Instead, the woman simply stood at the foot of Cherie's 
bed and began taking off her clothes. First she removed 
her shirt and bra, folded them and placed them in a 
neat pile on the floor by the bed. Then she did the 
same with her jeans, socks and panties. It was as if 
she were in her own room and Cherie was not even there. 
Cherie struggled to clear the cobwebs from around her 
brain so she could make some sense of this sudden, 
subtle change in the relational weather. Then Ellen 
Anne spoke and it finally dawned on Cherie that the 
reprieve of convalescence was over.

"Cherie honey, I need for you to get up and make your 
bed now." The words were kind enough but the command in 
them was unmistakable. Christ, Cherie thought, the 
woman sounded just like her mother. 

"Yes, ma'am." Cherie's feet hit the floor. She quickly 
made the bed and then turned to face Ellen Anne who had 
not moved.

"After today," Ellen Anne advised, "I recommend you 
come to the upstairs kitchen for your breakfasts. It's 
usually pretty quiet up there and if you come early you 
might be able to eat without being disturbed. As for 
the rest of your meals, you're on your own. You'll just 
have to work them into your, um, schedule."

Then her voice at once softened and thickened. "Now I 
want you to lie down in the center of the bed. No. On 
top of the comforter. That's it. Now scoot down. A 
little further. Perfect."

Cherie lay in the exact center of her bed. She tried to 
relax but she was not sure what was about to happen or 
what was expected of her. She stretched her arms behind 
her head and opened her knees as if she were trussed up 
on a mat in the sanctuary awaiting her rapist. Ellen 
Anne gave her a smile of indulgence and lust as she 
climbed onto the bed. Crawling slowly on all fours, the 
older woman positioned herself directly over Cherie so 
that she was looking down directly into her face. Cat-
like, Ellen Anne continued her northward course until 
her hands gripped the top of the oaken headboard of 
Cherie's bed. Now Cherie understood.

Ellen Anne spread her knees and slowly lowered her hips 
until she could feel Cherie's breath on her vulva. Then 
she dropped the final inch onto Cherie's face with a 
grinding motion. Cherie parted her lips to receive her 
but was rewarded for her effort with a mouthful of 
coarse, curly hairs. The rule is that a tribade may 
trim and fashion her bush in any way she pleases but 
she may not remove it entirely. Only a Cup Maiden may, 
and indeed must, always be bare down there.

A girl had to be resourceful if she was to be fully and 
truly submissive. Cherie wriggled and repositioned her 
arms so that one hand was on the small of Ellen Anne's 
back while the other lightly clawed her belly. From 
this position Cherie could control the tribade's 
gyrations enough to find and pleasure her most tender 
parts. Using the bridge of her nose to part the pubic 
fur, Cherie's lips clamped upon Ellen Anne's swelling 
clit, sucked it in and fellated it. Then Cherie 
commenced to purring like a girl who had just that 
moment decided to become a slut.

Ellen Anne lost it; there was no controlling her. She 
began to jerk and grind her pelvis wetly all over 
Cherie's lips, tongue and teeth, even her nose and 
chin. After a few earth shattering minutes, she moaned 
and screamed Cherie's name, then crumpled backwards, 
panting onto Cherie's bed. Cherie just lay there 
smiling beatifically and staring at the ceiling fan. 
She was awake now. Ellen Anne, her new imperious 
persona now cast off and forgotten, leaned forward and 
gratefully licked Cherie's face then got up and got 
dressed. Because Cherie had not forgotten her manners, 
she thanked the tribade for everything she had done for 
her and made her promise to come up and see her again, 
any time. 

"You're good, Cherie," the older woman assured her with 
an emphatic nod of her head. "I hope they decide to let 
you stay because you might turn out to be the best Cup 
Maiden ever."

"It's kind of you to say that. Thank you."

The woman left and Cherie turned her attention to the 
breakfast tray on the night stand. She was hungry now 
and she wanted to eat while her food was still warm. 
She was delighted to find eggs Benedict and fresh mango 
with a half pot of fresh-ground African coffee. Yummy! 
After breakfast, Cherie sat cross-legged on her bed and 
sipped coffee while she did her morning channel 
surfing. Then she jumped in the shower. For better or 
worse, Cherie knew she was in for a big day and she was 
determined to meet it head on.

Cherie dried herself off and brushed and blow-dried her 
hair. She then located the cosmetics she needed and, 
seated primly at her bureau on a vanity bench, 
proceeded to put her game face on. Cherie was a white 
collar woman and a mother on the Little Miss beauty 
pageant circuit. She knew a thing or two about hair and 
make-up. She would not have minded so much giving a few 
pointers to the other maidens but she did not think 
they would ever ask. 

As Cherie peered into the mirror and expertly applied 
her lip liner, she mused whether there could be 
anything in the world so sexy as a young woman, freshly 
scrubbed and dried, sitting nude in front of her 
mirror, putting on her make-up. Cherie knew she was the 
most beautiful of the Cup Maidens. She was also the 
smartest; she was fairly certain of that too. She was 
sure as hell going to be respected, pornae or no. Save 
for a miracle, there could be no escape from the Church 
of Etta. Cherie knew this in her bones. So she was just 
going to have to find a way to beat them at their own 
game.

And there was another thing. Cherie had in her head a 
wealth radar and it was always on. What her radar was 
telling her now, and in fact had been screaming to her 
practically from the moment she first woke up in this 
place, was that the Church of Etta had money. Lots and 
lots of money. Cherie had run from many things in her 
life but she had never, ever run from money.

With her face done, Cherie turned her attention to her 
body. There still showed traces of the whip burns she 
had received at the hand of the horrible Io. Cherie 
took a powder puff and applied lightly-scented talc all 
over her body, at least to the places she could reach. 
This would conceal somewhat the cruel marks while at 
the same time giving her skin a delicate porcelain 
luster. Then on a whim Cherie decided to adorn her bare 
body with just the tiniest pinch of glitter. Viola! 

Finally, Cherie concentrated on her bruised and 
smarting nipples. She first padded on some talc as a 
foundation. Then she took a brush to apply rouge. Just 
a touch. Dark nipples were for whores. Cherie was going 
for a light, virginal pink. Cosmetics were all about 
subtlety and restraint.

Cherie was happily musing about all these things when 
she caught a glimpse of something in her mirror that 
sent ice into the pit of her stomach. Leaning against 
the door frame was Io, Satan's baby daughter herself. 
Cherie put down the brush and froze.

It was Io alright, all 4'10" of her. She was wearing a 
Rasputina T-shirt with the midriff crudely cut away 
just inches above her tiny bust, no bra, and tight 
black shorts, high athletic socks and tennis shoes. She 
looked like every adolescent boy's wet dream, or every 
dirty old man's, for that matter. Cherie thought she 
looked like she was dressed for soccer practice but she 
knew the unspoken message here was that Io was wearing 
clothes for no other reason than because she could. It 
was all about rank and status. Io was not pornae. 
Cherie was.

"Did you enjoy breakfast? I hope you remembered to 
floss," Io said with a smirk. "You still owe me head. 
Don't think that I forgot." 

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in school or 
something?"

"I live here. Always have." Io apparently chose to 
answer Cherie's first question and ignore the second. 
"I'm the only one who gets her mail at this address, in 
a manner of speaking. Matter of fact, and this is 
something I bet you'll be interested to know, your room 
is right next to mine. I insisted."

Io strolled casually into Cherie's room until she stood 
directly behind her. A sickening feeling washed through 
Cherie. She remembered it well from the hour when she 
and Io first met. It was the feeling of being some 
helpless prey animal broken on the ground and waiting 
to be devoured. Cherie concentrated on her hands lying 
palms down on the bureau. She had to be brave. She 
would submit, yes, and she would do it bravely. Io 
lifted Cherie's hair off her back and shoulders to 
admire her whip burns.

"I do good work, don't you think?" 

Cherie said nothing. She was starting to tremble but 
she held her chin up. Io took the powder puff and 
applied talc to those places Cherie could not very well 
reach. She then put it back and turned to leave.

"Yeah, everybody else has to go to their jobs or school 
during the week but I'm pretty much always in the 
house. When Tam and Eddie aren't around, which is most 
of the time, I'm the HNIC around here. That means you 
better be extra nice to me, cupcake. I control the 
thermostat. Now good luck out there. I'll be watching 
and rooting for you."

With that parting shot Io winked and sauntered off down 
the hall. This is just great, thought Cherie. She was 
expected to be sex on the hoof and flounce around this 
house naked 24/7 while that little psychopathic sadist 
Lesbian monster stalked her from the next room. But the 
monster was gone now and, with her leaving, a black 
cloud lifted. Cherie looked at her hair and face in the 
mirror a final time and took three calming breaths. 
Then, with courage born of an attitude of complete 
submission, she got up and stepped into the hallway. It 
was time to explore her new world.

Cherie fully expected to be gang raped on sight but 
that was not what happened. It was a weekday morning 
and only a handful of congregants had business in or 
around the mansion. The men who were about, maintenance 
and security guys mostly, simply tipped their caps or 
waved before going back to doing whatever it was they 
did. Cherie would have none of that. They had no cause 
to be shy. She was the one who was nude, for God's 
sake. Cherie strode breezily through every open room in 
the house. Whenever she came upon one of these drones, 
she strode up and wrapped her arms around him. "Good 
Morning! My name is Cherie and I'm here for you," she 
told each one by way of introduction and then she 
kissed him softly on the lips.

And Cherie did not slight the tribades. She extended 
the same courtesy to each. To Ellen Anne and those 
other women Cherie recognized as having attended to her 
during the previous days' bed rest, she thanked them 
and placed their hands upon her breast so they would 
know her gratitude was from the heart.

Cherie's first day strategy of confident and open 
submission was working splendidly. In the past, 
everyone knew, pornae who were new to their duties 
tended to hole up in some little used corner of the 
house where they would pretend to busy themselves with 
some pointless task or other. Only with reluctance 
would they make some quick foray into other parts of 
the mansion before retreating back to their hidey 
holes. It was a dangerous game they played, going to 
the very edge of dereliction. 

It was a game too for everyone else on the estate. But 
the game for them was a more lighthearted affair. Mixed 
groups of three or four congregants would organize into 
hunting parties to track down and corner the frightened 
pornae. Once they found her they would have their sport 
with her before making a great show of setting her 
loose. Then, after a brief respite, the game would 
start up again.

The game was different today because Cherie was making 
the rules. Her nakedness was meant to be a sign to all 
of her pornae subservience. But by force of will Cherie 
turned it into a mantle of authority. Jackie Kennedy in 
the days of Camelot may have strode through the White 
House with as much self-assurance as Cherie now had at 
her command but Jackie had to wear clothes to do it and 
Cherie did not. 

After she had made the decision to take the mansion by 
storm, it all became too easy. Of course Cherie was the 
loveliest woman to ever grace these halls. She could 
make any man desire her and any woman feel like a 
turnip next to her if that's what she wanted. And in 
the unlikely event that the police might choose this 
moment to barge in, Cherie would meet them at the door, 
au naturel. Then somebody would have some explaining to 
do.

As Cherie made her rounds, she invited one and all to 
an ad hoc gathering in the banquet hall. Every self-
respecting mansion had one and here is where Cherie 
chose to throw the coming out party she had never had. 
Of course everyone showed up. Who wouldn't? The hall 
was dominated by a long and ancient mahogany table with 
great claw feet. Cherie decided this was a lovely place 
to hold court and she sat bare-assed on the cool table 
top with her feet swinging off the side. All around her 
the party guests buzzed and jostled like worker bees. 

Refreshments were brought from the adjoining kitchen 
and someone cranked up the music. A key to the liquor 
cabinet was produced and then things really started to 
roll. Cherie pulled a tribade onto the table and danced 
lasciviously with her. Soon everyone was jumping and 
dancing on the ill-used old table.

And so Cherie took her first day in hell and made it 
into a bash. For the rest of that day and well into the 
night, the workaday schedule at Etta's estate was 
derailed and forgotten. Cherie drank, laughed and 
danced with all of her newest, dearest friends. In 
school, Cherie had never been popular. She never really 
had any friends. Her mother had seen to that. Now she 
was that person others wanted to get to know. She was 
the star. Everyone got to sidle up to her and run their 
hands over her body, and Cherie welcomed the attention, 
but nobody made a move to violate her.

Cherie was flushed with victory. Everybody was won 
over. She had transformed herself from would-be pornae 
receptacle to Cherie the Great. Tired but elated, 
Cherie kissed each of her partygoers again and thanked 
them for dropping by. It was only then that she spotted 
little Io standing off to the side with a queer look on 
her face. Cherie could not for the life of her figure 
out if the girl was bemused, pissed off, or if she had 
just missed her meds for that day. It was hard to tell 
with Io. She was a tough read.

"That was quite a first day on the job, princess," Io 
said by way of commendation. "I'm impressed. I'll be 
sure to pass along the good word."     

Cherie blushed perceptibly with pride. Praise from Io 
was as welcomed as it was unexpected. "Thanks. Now if 
you will excuse me, I think I'll turn in. I'm spent."

"Sure. You go do that. You've earned it." Io moved 
towards the exit and then stopped. It was as though she 
had had an afterthought which she only that moment 
decided was even worth mentioning.

"You know what would be great?" she proffered. "It 
would be great if I could say that you saw the whole of 
the place today. But you ain't been to the third 
floor."

"Third floor? I didn't know there was a third floor. 
What's up there?"

"Not much. Just a library. Law books mostly. You should 
check it out." 

With that, Io turned and disappeared down the hall. The 
paralegal in Cherie was intrigued. She loved the law 
and those books might come in handy, assuming Io was 
not yanking her chain. Tired as she was, Cherie decided 
she would sleep better after she investigated this 
alleged library.

Io had not lied. Cherie found the staircase that led 
directly up to the library. It was a large rectagonal 
room, well-lighted with tables and chairs for ample 
work space, and rows upon rows of books on shelves. 
There were reporters, journals, digests, codices--all 
the essentials. Most of the material was ancient, it is 
true, but some was not too out of date. And there was 
Jeff.

It startled Cherie to see the lean, almost middle aged 
man seated at one of the tables. She had just assumed 
she would have the room to herself at this hour.

"I'm sorry...you scared me," stammered Cherie has she 
scrambled to collect her wits. "What are you doing up 
here?" 

"This room is the highest point in the house and it 
looks out in all directions so it doubles as an 
observation post." Jeff held up a pair of binoculars in 
case Cherie had any doubts about what he had just said.

"Okay. Well... I'm sorry to have bothered you."

Cherie quickly turned to leave but Jeff commanded her 
to stop and turn around. He was standing now and Cherie 
could see he was naked from the waist down. His cock 
was in the 7 o'clock position yet, even in a semi-
flaccid state, it was still frightening for Cherie to 
look upon. She was never going to be able to put out of 
her mind the awful pain and trauma of being hogtied to 
the carpet while this man repeatedly speared her cervix 
with a cock that could grow to over a full foot when it 
was angry. Her insides cramped at the memory of it. Now 
she and Jeff both knew it was her job to arouse that 
beast from its slumber once again.

Tall Jeff walked up to Cherie and placed his hands upon 
her shoulders which suddenly seemed tiny and frail. "I 
hate that I had to miss your little party," he said. "I 
was told if I sat tight, the party would come to me. 
And here you are. On your knees, my sacred slut. You 
know what to do."

"Yes, sir. I'm here for you," she heard herself say.

Cherie did indeed know what to do. She wrapped her 
delicate fingers around the shaft of his cock as she 
sucked his testicles into her mouth, first one then the 
other, and caressed each one methodically with her 
tongue. She then swallowed the full length of Jeff's 
cock until his rough pubic hair scraped at the tip of 
her nose. As expected, his penis sprang to life in the 
close warm wetness of Cherie's mouth and sought the 
back of her throat. Alarmed, Cherie came up for air, 
coughing and spluttering, but gamely sucked his cock 
deep into her mouth again. And again she choked and was 
forced to disengage.

The angle was all wrong and they both knew it. Without 
having to be told, Cherie went to one of the tables, 
cleared off the unshelved tomes with a sweep of her 
wrist, and lay on her back lengthwise so that her head 
fell unsupported off of one end. Now Cherie's mouth and 
throat made one continuous horizonal tube perfect for 
fucking.

And that is what Jeff proceeded to do. He decided he 
liked this way of fucking. When he took a woman in her 
cunt or ass, he could feel her body alternately resist 
and embrace his cock, and he loved the sensation more 
than anything else he had experienced in this life. But 
he could not see it. Now with pliable Cherie lying 
supine on the table beneath him he could not only feel 
her throat fighting his dick, he could look down and 
watch it too. Jeff came quickly. Jeff came hard.

Before Jeff could begin to think about pulling his 
softening organ out of Cherie's mouth, Io popped into 
the room with many of Cherie's party guests in tow. She 
looked down at Cherie and ran her forefinger across her 
lower lip and then into her mouth in a taunting 
gesture.

"There's no need to get up, princess," she assured 
Cherie. "You're fine right where you are. It seems that 
these nice people enjoyed your little cotillion 
downstairs so much that, after we got to talking, we 
decided we couldn't stand for it to end so soon, not 
after you got everybody's hopes up shaking that tight 
ass of yours all over Etta's favorite table."

And so the party started up again in the library. But 
this time things went a little differently. Cherie got 
fucked into the small hours of the morning. Just before 
day break, as she limped back to her room, she made a 
mental note to introduce lots of personal lubricant 
into her rectum as part of her morning ritual.


Cherie slept in most of that morning. She had had a 
long night. Thankfully no one had yet come to call on 
her so she was able to soak in the tub in peace and try 
to make sense out of events from the previous day. 
Cherie's confidence, like her morale, was shattered. 
Things had started off so well but ended in disaster. 
What had gone wrong? Cherie knew the answer to that 
question: Io. That evil little bitch sabotaged her. 
Cherie had the sinking feeling she was never going to 
be anything more around here than everybody's favorite 
fuck doll as long as that was the way Io wanted it. And 
it sure looked like that was precisely the way Io 
wanted it.

Cherie groaned and lifted her aching body out of the 
tub, toweled off and flopped down on her unmade bed. 
After a few moments, she began to realize that 
something was different about her room. Something had 
changed just since she had been in the bath. What was 
it? She did not hear anyone come in, but that did not 
mean anything. What had changed? And then Cherie saw 
it. The top drawer of her tall chest of drawers was 
open a full two inches. Cherie was certain it had been 
closed completely when she had gotten up that morning 
so she decided to have a look. 

In the drawer where more fortunate people might keep 
their socks or underwear, Cherie found a small, 
squarish vinyl case like the kind people use to carry 
around a few compact discs. It was as cheaply made as 
they come, with sleeves of clear plastic bound book-
fashion to one side and a zipper running along the 
three sides remaining. Upon opening the case, Cherie 
found that most of the 20 or so sleeves were empty and 
the ones that were not contained what she decided after 
closer inspection were DVDs. And each disc was labeled 
in Tam's deceptively masculine handwriting. She started 
to thumb through to read each title but the first one 
in the stack caused hairs to rise on her scalp. It was 
labeled simply, "Pool Party."

Cherie's mind flashed back to Tam's little story of the 
fate of the previous pornae girl. Was the woman really 
so depraved that she was making snuff movies now? 
Cherie could not discount the possibility given what 
she had learned of Tam's character in the past week. 
Whatever the content, it was apparent that someone 
intended for her to view each of the discs. 

Why else would they have been planted in her room in an 
otherwise empty drawer? Surely in her hand were the 
digitally preserved final moments of that poor, 
nameless child being simultaneously drowned and 
sodomized in the very pool Cherie could see from her 
room, and she did not want to watch. Quite against her 
will and better judgment, Cherie slipped the disc into 
the DVD player and switched on her TV.

Come to find out, Cherie was only half right. Nobody 
got snuffed but what she saw was almost as bad. It 
began innocently enough just like any number of boring 
home movies that family types make every day. The date 
shown in the bottom right of the screen was from one 
month prior. The camera panned unsteadily across the 
courtyard stopping momentarily to admire this hibiscus 
or that mandavilla. Then the attention of the viewer 
jerked haphazardly to the oval pool near the center of 
which a blonde, smallish prepubescent girl kicked and 
splashed on an inner tube. Cherie's heart seized and 
fell. She knew her own daughter when she saw her.

Cindy beamed and waved happily to the camera. Cherie 
heard Tam's voice off-camera ask little Cindy if she 
had something nice for her Uncle Eddie. Cindy seemed to 
consider this question for a moment and then smiled 
sweetly as she rolled off the inner tube and paddled 
towards the shallow end of the pool. The child wore the 
tiniest of two-piece bathing suits. It consisted of a 
mere suggestion of pink fabric held in place on her 
fair skin by a single pair of strings in the back for 
the top and a pair of strings tied in a bow at each hip 
for the bottoms. Cherie recognized this ensemble 
instantly. Cindy had shown it to her at a department 
store and begged Cherie to buy it for her. Cherie had 
been appalled that the fashion industry would try to 
entice preteen girls into wearing something so 
suggestive. She was even more appalled at the price 
tag: $90! Cherie had had a mind to throttle the kid 
right there in Dillard's. So Uncle Eddie and Aunt Tam 
bought the thing for her. And had they bought her with 
it?    

The camera eye followed the 4'5" girl to the near end 
of the pool where who should be waiting for her but 
dear Uncle Eddie himself. He was seated naked on the 
uppermost of the steps leading into the pool submerged 
in maybe three or four inches of water, his feet 
resting on the lower steps. Cindy waded up to Eddie 
until she stood facing him. Water streamed down her 
body as she wrung the excess from her hair. 

And all the while she eyed Eddie with carnal wonder. 
For his part, Eddie grinned dreamily from behind 
sunglasses as he leaned back on his elbows against the 
side of the pool. He was just out catching a few rays 
on a lazy summer afternoon and his frank display of 
frontal male nudity to an 11 year old girl was innocent 
and completely natural. But Eddie's projected illusion 
of insouciance was undone by his raging hard on. 

Whatever Tam's merits as High Cup Maiden, her skills as 
a film maker left something to be desired. The picture 
jostled constantly. She would zoom in and out with no 
apparent rhyme or reason and she was constantly 
fiddling with the auto focus. The camera momentarily 
alighted on Eddie's cock and zoomed in for a closer 
look. It stood straight up to its full height of nine 
inches and was thick and stitched with engorged veins. 
Cherie thought it might have been a handsome piece of 
meat, as far as these things go, were it not attached 
to this odious, smirking man. 

The meat in question glistened in the sunlight with 
what Cherie determined to be some sort of lubricant. 
What was about to happen, Cherie feared, was going to 
be more than she could bear. Cherie knew this prick 
only too well; it had taken her oral virginity less 
than a week ago. Then she had to watch it pump another 
load into her daughter's throat while Cherie lay tied 
down and barely conscious on the floor of the 
sanctuary. Was she now going to have to see it 
disappear up the slender neck of Cindy's vagina, or 
worse, her rectum?

Not exactly. The picture zoomed out again and Cherie 
saw Eddie lean forward and untie Cindy's bikini 
bottoms. The garment fell and floated in the water 
between her knees. Smiling, Cindy reached behind her 
back with one hand and loosed the bow that held the top 
in place. It fell forgotten into the pool as well. Tam 
could not resist coming in close for a full-screen view 
of Cindy's nipples just beginning to bud. She steadied 
her hand long enough to follow the rivulets of water 
that snaked south past the little beauty queen's navel 
and belly down into and around the puffy halves of her 
bald, virginal split peach. 

With a playful growl, Eddie seized the naked girl by 
the hips and pressed her close against the front of his 
body. She giggled demurely as she rested her wrists 
against his shoulders and tried to wrap her slender 
dancer's legs around his waist. Cindy pulled the shades 
off Eddie's head while she sought out his mouth and 
gave him the most adult of kisses. Eddie grasped the 
child's buttock with one hand while he used the other 
to nestle the tip of his cock firmly in place against 
the moistening lips of her eager, new pussy. Gravity 
and gentle persuasion would do the rest.

In order to best capture the moment of genital 
interface between man and girl, Tam would necessarily 
have had to wade into the pool with them and she was 
not interested in getting wet evidently, so in this 
aspect of things at least, Cherie's sensibilities were 
spared. Tam chose instead to get behind the lovers and 
zoom in on Cindy's pretty face. 

She had her arms wrapped close around Eddie's neck, 
holding on like a girl being whisked from a burning 
rooftop by some rescuer dangling from a helicopter. The 
child now called the Incarnation of Etta shut her eyes 
tight and bit down on her lip as a panicked scream 
swelled and died in the bottom of her throat. Then her 
sacred blue eyes shuttered open and she exhaled slowly 
and audibly. Eddie uttered an expletive of pure 
pleasure and Cindy peppered his jaw and neck with a 
flurry of little girl kisses. 

Still cradling Cindy's back and bottom in his arms, 
Eddie carefully rose to his feet and turned and walked 
in the direction of a sliding glass door. Tam followed 
with the camera as Cindy's splayed legs and feet bobbed 
with every step her Uncle Eddie took. He still held her 
securely but it was not necessary. Fully impaled on 
Eddie's dick, she wasn't going anywhere.

By the time Tam had caught up with her subjects, they 
were on a big bed where Eddie was burrowing deeper and 
deeper into Cindy's pussy. The child was hardly visible 
beneath this grown man who had one of her ankles 
gripped firmly in each hand. Little Cindy was folded in 
half on the comforter with her feet pinned behind her 
head. 

Eddie's backside pumped with mounting insistence as he 
pounded that handsome meat of his nearly straight down 
into the very bottom of her vaginal well. Cindy's eyes 
were unfocused and wild and her mouth gaped open as she 
fought to keep the breath in her lungs that each 
downward thrust forced out. Cords of wet hair matted 
her flushed face and neck. 

Cherie's heart went out to her daughter. She knew only 
too well what it was like to trust these people only to 
have that trust, and her body, ruthlessly violated for 
their own sick pleasures. At that moment Cherie wanted 
nothing in the world more than to cradle her baby girl 
in her arms and tell her everything was going to be 
alright. Together again as mother and child, they would 
find a way to heal each other. The tears Cherie had 
held inside for days now flowed freely down her face. 
But the DVD kept playing and this was not the first 
time she had ever leapt to a faulty, if comforting, 
conclusion.

"That's it...Fuck me Eddie...Harder...HARDER...I'm so 
young and tight...Tear up my little pussy Eddie...Put a 
baby in me Eddie...Fuck...Cum...I'm cum... ming... 
Cum... in... my... cunt...Uncle EDDIE!!"

Cindy tried to sink her fingers into the straining 
cords of Eddie's neck and she shrieked his name in a 
high keening voice so shrill the original Etta might 
have heard it from the grave. Eddie made some noises of 
his own as he groaned and shuddered and poured the last 
of his strength, and other things, into the wanton 11 
year old's contorted body.

Eddie rose up on his knees and slowly uncoupled himself 
from the quivering girl. Cindy curled herself into a 
fetal ball and let the orgasmic aftershocks roil 
through her body. Tam could remain on the margins no 
longer. She handed off the camera to Eddie and seized 
Cindy by the ankle. Cindy rose up unsteadily on her 
other knee and in an instant Tam was on her back with 
her mouth locked hard on Cindy's newly opened snatch. 

Tam buried a hand into the shorts she was wearing and 
commenced to work herself up to her own climax as she 
noisily sucked all the fresh nectar from the child's 
tiny cup. Eddie took hold of the back of Cindy's head 
and guided her mouth to his cock which was still hard 
and sticky with their juices and her maiden blood. As 
Cindy accepted the penis into her mouth she looked up 
at the camera lens with eyes that were heavy-lidded and 
grateful.

Cherie had curled up into a ball of her own with her 
arms drawn defensively around her knees. There was 
nothing remotely religious or spiritual about the 
tableau unfolding on her TV screen. All she could see 
was a grown man and woman sexually devouring a 
prepubescent girl. The fact that the girl in question 
was her own all-too-willing daughter only compounded 
the outrage.

Then she noticed something she should have picked up on 
earlier. It had all happened right here. Eddie fucked 
Cindy in this very room, on this bed. Cherie lifted her 
buttocks and saw the washed out and faded residue of 
the love blossom they had left on the comforter. Cherie 
was going to be sick and she got up and rushed to the 
bathroom. As she retched into the toilet she heard the 
last bit of audio from the disc:

"Will mommy get to watch our movie, Uncle Eddie?"

"I'm sure she will, baby girl. I'm sure she will."


Cherie had been selfish and she knew it, and that 
thought alone was enough to turn her stomach. For days 
now, she had been too busy being a whore and feeling 
sorrow for herself to give much thought to what would 
become of her daughter now that she was literally in 
the hands of her enemies. It was true enough that 
Cherie was trying to adjust and make the most of a 
horrible situation, but in so doing she had lost sight 
of what mattered most. 

She might hate and fear the likes of Io, Andronica, 
Jeff or L.T. but it was Eddie and Tam who were the true 
architects of her misfortune. They plotted and schemed 
and took away everything Cherie owned, and violated her 
in ways she could never have dreamed possible. But all 
that was not enough for them. They wanted Cindy too and 
that would not stand. Cherie would take back her 
daughter and lay low her enemies in the bargain. This 
would be her purpose.

Cherie looked out her window and saw that it was mid-
day. She was going to have to pull herself together. 
She was still pornae and there were Children of Etta on 
the estate who would surely want their needs attended 
to.


III.   Revelation

The lot of the pornae is hard but not unendurable. 
Sometimes it even has its perks. Cherie was always 
naked, available and utterly submissive, it is true. 
But this was because she had been divinely chosen to be 
a Cup Maiden to the Children. She was a goddess on the 
cusp and no one dared forget that. The aura of the 
divine encompassed her and she was to be treated with 
deference and awe. Cherie was here to impart the 
Revelation to Etta's Children and help them on the path 
to perfect peace. This meant she was to be worshipped. 
And worshipping her sometimes necessarily meant fucking 
her hard.

But there was a certain unspoken etiquette that 
governed all this hard fucking. Just because she was 
pornae did not mean Cherie could be thrown down and 
sodomized at will. The understanding was that Cherie 
was not to be sought out. She was not a hide-and-go-
seek kind of pornae. As part of her daily routine, 
Cherie approached every drone and tribade in the house 
and asked them if there was anything they wanted of 
her. This was her invitation to one and all to take her 
then and there. 

When Cherie said, "I am here for you," what she meant 
was, "I am here for you right now but if you want to 
wait until later you might be shit out of luck." This 
is not to say she was unsympathetic to the demands of 
someone's task at the moment. If one of the Children 
was in the middle of, say, preparing a meal or ripping 
out some drywall, Cherie would ask if he or she could 
be a dear and bring some small item to her bedchamber 
or help her in the library with something. Then she 
would give a very specific time for when she expected 
to see the lucky individual.

If someone's duties required they work outside on the 
grounds, Cherie was there too, still bare-assed of 
course. She made it her business to memorize the drink 
preference of each such worker and she always came 
around with a cold bottle or glass in hand, a most 
welcomed sight! And she had no qualms about being taken 
in the grass. This kind of cheerful dedication to Etta 
and to the Children would not go unnoticed.

Cherie would never say it out loud but she preferred 
the drones to the tribades the great majority of the 
time. A drone had a penis and once the penis was 
pleased, and duly thanked, the drone happily went about 
his business. No bullshit. She strove to her utmost to 
please her drones as befit her station. The rule was a 
Cup Maiden was not to be taken in her vagina except as 
ritually prescribed. But every so often some palace 
drone would insist on fucking Cherie's bare pussy, and 
who could blame him? 

For her part, Cherie did not feel it was her place to 
deny her people anything. If truth be told, it gave her 
a thrill to know that someone was willing to break the 
rules for her. The man would take her in hand and 
together they would find some quiet corner of the 
estate for him to quickly take his pleasure, for no one 
wanted to be caught breaking the rules. Cherie loved 
these trysts because they made her feel less like a 
victim than a co-conspirator. She also decided she 
rather liked the sensation of being filled up down 
there in what she still coyly referred to as her 
"girl." Cherie did not think she had been brought to 
orgasm yet, at least she assumed she would know it when 
she had, but she felt herself inch closer every time 
she saw the hard face of a man who would be her 
conqueror melt at the last instant into an expression 
of blind and utter submission.

The tribades were a whole other kettle of fish. Cherie 
liked being with a woman but she was not always sure 
what was expected of her. Tribades liked long soulful 
kisses and Cherie could not get used to having some 
woman's tongue in her mouth. This is strange 
considering how accustomed she had become to having 
other things in her mouth. A tribade would take her 
pleasure from Cherie, and Cherie would always remember 
to thank her for it, but then the woman would linger, 
staring expectantly into Cherie's eyes as if waiting 
for something as yet unsaid. It kind of creeped her 
out.

Usual pornae duties aside, Cherie found she had other 
responsibilities as well. Her opinions carried weight 
among the congregants and she was constantly asked to 
enlighten them on her views on some issue or other 
relevant to the Church, even spiritual matters of which 
she felt herself completely ignorant. She was asked to 
mediate minor disputes and some tribades came to her 
for relationship advice. Cherie thought this was 
hilarious seeing as she had never actually been in a 
relationship.

While it is true that the day-to-day operation of the 
estate fell squarely within Io's bailiwick, the 
pixilated girl rarely ventured from her room and nobody 
had the balls to try to draw her out. Etta only knew 
what she did in there. Tam and Eddie did not want to be 
bothered with such things as how much sea bass should 
be ordered for a given month or what color to paint the 
eaves. So the burden of management devolved onto 
Cherie's slender, naked shoulders. She was, after all, 
a Cup Maiden. 

One day, after her other more traditional duties had 
been discharged for a while, Cherie was in the third 
floor library filing away some receipts that had been 
allowed to accumulate on the top of a desk in the 
study. They appeared to be mostly for building supplies 
for a planned renovation. Cherie had just been taken on 
that desk top and the stack of documents scattered 
across the floor. 

There were filing cabinets in the library and Cherie 
thought they might make a good place to warehouse some 
of the surplus paperwork of daily operations. She also 
wanted to have a look at what was in those cabinets. 
What she found astounded her. Here were archives of the 
Church of Etta, some of them in any event. The good 
stuff, the financial records, were conspicuous by their 
absence. They went directly to Tam and Eddie's house, 
no doubt. 

Among the documents that were present were membership 
directories of the Children dating back 15 years. Also, 
there was a financial dossier and complete medical 
records for each member. Everyone in the Church had to 
have a clean bill of health in their file signed by the 
drone called Martin who was a medical doctor. Cherie 
read these with interest. Here was something she had a 
personal stake in.

With files and sheaves of records spread out on the 
table before her, Cherie lost all track of time. So 
engrossed was she in her snooping that she did not hear 
the men drawing up behind her until a pair of rough 
hands grabbed her by her neck and shoulders and pulled 
her out of her chair.

"You're a sorry excuse for a pornae, little rabbit. 
While you've been sticking your pretty nose where it 
don't belong, our balls have been turning blue. What 
would Etta say?"

Cherie knew the voice. It was Jeff. He spun her around 
and Cherie saw that he was with three of his security 
goons. Their cocks were out, primed and ready.

"I'm sorry!" stammered Cherie. "How may I serve you?"

"That's more like it." Jeff turned to his posse. "Who 
wants the first piece?"

While Jeff moved aside to disrobe completely, one of 
the men stepped forward and pushed Cherie back across 
the width of the table. Her legs were spread wide and 
her pussy winked out at him. The man shoved the length 
of his cock into her velvety softness.

"Please, sir! Not so...." Cherie could not finish her 
sentence. The drone Cherie remembered as Brian had 
stealthily positioned himself on the other side of the 
table. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back 
over the edge and commenced to work the broad, blunt 
head of his penis deep into Cherie's mouth.

She would gladly have submitted to each and every one 
of them. Why did they have to be so mean? Cherie did 
not mind so much taking on a man for a few bouts of 
vigorous intercourse. No matter how rough it got, she 
always felt like she was at least a little bit in 
control. But being taken by more than one man at a time 
she liked not at all. Together, two rapists would feed 
off of each other's energy, and neither man wanted to 
look like he had been out-fucked by the other. Things 
could get out of hand quickly and Cherie was afraid she 
might be injured.

The two men hammered away with their cocks in unison 
from opposite ends of Cherie's body and her screams 
could travel no further than to the head and shaft of 
Brian's choking meat. Cherie's arms were splayed out on 
the table and her fingers reflexively balled and 
crumpled the papers she had been reading. She could 
feel the other men gathering close around her while the 
young man who was pounding away on her cervix had a 
breast in each hand and he was squeezing hard. Things 
were bad and they were about to get much, much worse.

Jeff was ready to take over. "Let's get her on to the 
floor. I think she can take three of us and I can't 
wait to tear up that ass!"

Now Cherie's heart was trying to beat out of its cage. 
She had hoped the day would never come when she would 
have to be fucked by three dicks at once, and here it 
was. What frightened her even more was that the cock 
going up her ass was going to be Jeff's. It was 14 
inches of pure male brutality and he would not be 
satisfied until the tender fibers of her gut were torn 
apart. There was no doubt in her mind. Her pretty, 28 
year old body was going to be in the ground by this 
time tomorrow.

"I thought there were rules around here about fucking 
Cup Maidens' pussies," came a voice from behind them. 
The drones all turned away from what they were doing, 
looking very guilty. It was Io. She was dressed much 
the same way as when Cherie had last seen her except 
that she was wearing tube socks without the sneakers.

Io strode up to the table. "Don't sweat it, boys. I 
won't tell. You know I love to watch the duchess get 
fucked." She stood over Cherie and ran one of her small 
hands down the length of Cherie's torso from breast to 
mons. Whatever hope of deliverance Cherie may have had 
slumped and died somewhere deep in her ravished body. 
How would the anguish of her final hours be increased 
now that Io had arrived uninvited to the party?

Maybe it was all the testosterone that hung in the air 
or the firm satin caress of Cherie's talcum scented 
flesh under Io's fingertips. Maybe it was the musk and 
wet slap of human animals copulating just inches away. 
Or maybe it was something else that set Io off. Her 
pupils seemed to dilate into black dimes and blue 
sparks, and the heat took her. Before any of the men 
could so much as blink, Io was naked to her socks. She 
wanted to be fucked by a man; needed to be fucked by a 
man; was goddamn going to be fucked by a man, and she 
instinctively turned her attention to the leader.

"Put your ass on the floor NOW, Ichabod!" Io 
practically threw Jeff onto the library's thin carpet. 
With Jeff lying on his back and looking a bit dazed, 
little Io straddled his hips and squat down in front of 
him giving the lanky man a mouth-watering view of her 
fat, swollen pussy and turtlehead clit. While Jeff and 
Io's twat eyed each other, she reached down to wrap the 
fingers of both hands around the long neck of his 
erection. Her eyes seemed to drift out of focus and her 
lips moved almost imperceptibly to the cadences of some 
internal conversation. 

When she looked into Jeff's face again, her eyes were 
clear and laughing, and her voice had changed. She had 
become Io the 12 year old cock-tease of a girl with the 
fiery short hair who liked to go off with men and play 
dangerous games. 

"Do ya wanna fuck me, mister? Yeah? How much of this 
big, scary cock do ya wanna put in my little cooch?" 
She shifted her grip on Jeff's penis so that only the 
narrow head and two or three inches of the shaft shown 
at the top. "This much?" 

Jeff slowly shook his head and Io's eyes widened. She 
moved her grip down along the shaft to expose another 
four inches. "This much?"

Jeff put his hand over hers and moved it all the way 
down to the base of his cock. Io made a surprised "O" 
with her mouth. "Gosh mister, I don't know. You're so 
big and I'm so little. You might hurt me!" she purred.

"You know it's going to hurt. The first time I fucked 
you with it, you cried. Or did you forget?" 

Why did he have to go and bring that up? Jeff could 
really be an asshole sometimes. Io hustled the 12 year 
old back to wherever she came from and reverted in an 
instant to the violently unbalanced young woman Cherie 
most feared. Even Jeff turned sheepish as Io shot him a 
look like she wanted to rip his face off. He had just 
challenged Io sexually, and nobody challenged Io, 
sexually or otherwise.

Io pointed Jeff's cock upward and impaled herself on 
it. Half its length was instantly sucked up into those 
lush nether lips. She grit her teeth and raised up 
three inches, and then slid her body down his pole 
until her pussy had swallowed five inches more. Io hung 
there suspended with nearly five full inches of Jeff's 
meat still dry and waiting. The tiniest Cup Maiden was 
stuck. Her mouth gaped open but she made no sound. Her 
vagina was vertically stuffed and it seemed she could 
take no more so Jeff clutched her shoulders and pushed 
her down as he thrust his hips upward with cruel force. 
His long erection was now finally and fully enveloped 
in the wet grip of Io's pussy.

Io wanted to take all of Jeff into her body. She had 
done it before. But she had to stop somewhere half way 
along the downward slide to adjust and get her 
bearings, so to speak. For him suddenly to grab her 
shoulders and spear the rest of his tool into her 
caught a her a little off her guard, and it hurt her. 
She retaliated by seizing one of his wrists and biting 
down on it until her canines drew blood. Jeff jerked 
his wrist free but continued his upward thrusting while 
Io set about squeezing and milking his dick. They were 
both well beyond the reach of pain now.

Io set her jaw and concentrated on fucking Jeff's 
brains out but she did not want him to spill in her. 
Not yet. When her keen and sensitive pussy informed her 
that Jeff was approaching the edge, she bade him to 
stop and he complied. Io looked over at the table where 
Cherie was sprawled on her back. The two men were still 
pumping away on her mouth and pussy, and she was still 
very much in distress with yet another drone visibly 
anxious to join in and take a piece of her for himself.

Io called over to Brian, "Hey you with the stove-pipe, 
get over here! I need to borrow it for a while and I 
don't care if the duchess gets mad." Brian pulled out 
of Cherie's throat and came over to where Io and Jeff 
were joined in sexual combat. Cherie gasped and 
gratefully sucked in air until the color returned to 
her lips and cheeks.

Io ordered Brian to, "Stick that thing in me. Up my 
ass. Do it. Do it now!" Brian squat down and pushed 
Io's back towards the floor until she was pressed tight 
from belly to chin against Jeff's hard torso. The boy 
grinned crazily as he located the tight little ring of 
Io's anus with the immense head of his cock and shoved.

Io could not have measured much more than 30" at the 
hips and, bent over as she was, her ass was as pointed 
and narrow as an exceptionally cute prepubescent boy's. 
Brian's meat was eight inches long and thicker than 
Io's wrist. Comparing one to the other, no one would 
ever suppose that his formidable girth could ever 
batter its way into her tiny bowel. But it did. Leaning 
forward on his knuckles, Brian grunted into her ear as 
he penetrated her by brunt force, just like she asked. 
Jeff's chest muffled her guttural shrieks but Io 
determinedly shoved her ass backwards to more fully 
receive this terrible new intruder even while her cunt 
continued to fight the length of Jeff's cock. Without 
waiting for an invitation, the remaining drone, who had 
been watching with great interest, if not outright 
disbelief, dropped to his knees and presented his prick 
to Io's last unfilled orifice, and she sucked all of 
his seven inches into her throat. Little Io was now 
fully engaged.      

Cherie was feeling better about her own situation. Her 
dicks were down to a very manageable one, and she quite 
literally turned the table on him. Gently uncoupling 
him from her pussy, she persuaded the young man to lie 
lengthwise on the table. Then she straddled his loins 
and sank down with her body until all of his cock was 
again comfortably enfolded into the softness of her 
womb.

"Isn't this much nicer?" Cherie cooed wetly into the 
young man's ear. She was completely in control now. Her 
rapist had become helpless beneath her. She wanted him 
to spill inside of her and he would do it exactly when 
she told him to. He was powerless to do otherwise. With 
her body and her words, she spun her sweet web around 
him.

"Yesss, you have me all to yourself now. I'm completely 
yours. Nice," Cherie whispered with erotic sibilance. 
The muscles in her thighs and buttocks clinched and 
released and clinched again with the tidal rhythm of 
her lovemaking. 

"I want you to spill in me. But I want you to give me 
every last drop. You have to give it all to me. Do you 
promise?" Cherie softly urged him towards the abyss. "I 
am your Cup Maiden. Spill in me, darling. Fill my cup. 
Fill me!" 

Cherie drove her girl down hard onto the base of his 
cock one last time until she felt the young man's pubic 
beard brush and bite her suddenly swollen clit as she 
ground it into his pubic bone. Then she clamped with 
every muscle in her abdomen and squeezed at the very 
instant that the cock inside of her swelled and spasmed 
uncontrollably. Seconds later his juices were 
commingling ecstatically with her own.

Cherie had conquered her drone but had gotten something 
quite unexpected in the bargain. A little bubble of 
pure delight burst deep in the bottom of her belly and 
sent tiny waves of pleasure up her stomach and into her 
breasts and nipples and then down through her buttocks 
and thighs. Cherie was having an orgasm. It was the 
first one she had ever experienced in her life so she 
had no way of knowing if it was a big one or a little 
one, and at the moment she did not care much. All she 
knew for certain was that she felt good and she felt 
powerful. With the tiny waves still rippling through 
every part of her body, Cherie leaned down and kissed 
the spent young man fully on the mouth before his cock 
could slip out of her. She thanked him for his essence, 
and this time she truly meant it.

Cherie climbed down off the table top and gazed with 
shock and wonder at the scene unfolding on the floor 
just a few feet away. Three men were sighing and 
heaving with raw pleasure while in their very center 
Io, whose taut little body was barely to be seen, was 
milking them all with ferocious intensity. The sum 
total of inches of cock being rammed into her every 
orifice roughly equaled half her own height. Yet she 
was accommodating all of those inches. But the most 
incredible thing was that the teenager was in complete 
control. 

The drones needed hardly to move at all as Io pushed 
down hard on the cocks buried high up in her cunt and 
ass. Then she drew herself up and forward to gobble up 
all of the phallus into her throat, then back down 
again. She steadily ramped up the force and speed of 
this lewd rocking motion until all three cocks pumped 
and splattered her insides. She could not induce all of 
them to cum in perfect unison, but she came very close.

The trio of sated drones drew off leaving the fierce 
nymphet to lie weak and glistening on the carpet, hot 
blue arcs of pleasure still hummed and crackled along 
the tight length of her frame. Gingerly raising the top 
half of her body up onto one hip, Io looked around the 
room at all the faces still watching her and, with some 
effort, panted out the words, "Don't you idiots have 
work to do?"

The four drones quickly set about re-arranging 
themselves, still tugging at shirttails and buckles as 
they disappeared down the stairway. Io watched them 
leave and then looked over at Cherie. "Come help me up, 
princess."

Cherie knelt down and slipped one arm around Io's back 
and under her arm and carefully lifted her to her feet. 

"It's 'Cherie'."

"What?"

"My name. It's Cherie. You never call me by my name."

"And you wanna talk about that now? Help me to my room. 
I don't think I can walk too good." 

With Cherie's hand still tucked snugly under Io's 
armpit, the two maidens tentatively made their way down 
the staircase. Io turned to Cherie and said matter-of-
factly, "This is just a suggestion but, unless you 
happen to like being gang banged, I wouldn't recommend 
hanging out alone in the library, at least not while 
the circle jerks are on the job. Next time I might not 
be around to save your ass, and I mean that literally."

When they finally made their way to Io's door, Cherie 
asked, "You sure you're okay?"

"I'll be fine. It's all in a day's work for Etta's 
babes." Io was visibly bouncing back from the carnal 
pounding she had taken. The woman's recuperative powers 
were phenomenal. 

"I would invite you in but then I'd have to kill you." 

Coming from Io, Cherie did not think this remark was 
funny at all. Io reminded Cherie that, "We have a big 
day tomorrow so you better get some rest. Don't make me 
come in there and spank you." Cherie did not think that 
was funny either. Io turned and disappeared into her 
room. Cherie walked the seven steps to her door and did 
the same.

When Cherie finally eased her exhausted body under the 
covers, she realized she was a wreck. Not since her 
horrific first hours in this accursed place had she 
been so much in fear for her life. Thank God Io was in 
a mood to get laid tonight. Cherie visibly shuddered to 
think what might have happened to her had the girl not 
showed up when she did.

But there was something else that was bothering Cherie. 
Io had been right when she reminded her that tomorrow 
was going to be a big day. Tomorrow night a convocation 
of some significance was to take place in the 
sanctuary. It would be the first such gathering of 
Etta's Children since the ascension of her Incarnation. 
The Incarnation herself was going to be there to 
preside over the ritual Harrowing of the Cup Maidens, 
and it was a very big deal.

Cherie had known for several days that the rite was to 
take place but she was preoccupied with her duties as 
Cup Maiden and pornae, and thus was able to put it out 
of her mind. Until now. The last time she had seen 
Cindy, the child was gnawing at Cherie's pussy. And in 
less than 24 hours, Cherie would be pinned to the 
accursed floor of the sanctuary, again, where she would 
be force fucked by the drones, again, so that her own 
daughter could lap the juices as they spilled from 
Cherie's battered vulva, again. The biggest difference 
between then and tomorrow for Cherie was that at least 
during the Ascension, she never knew what was 
ultimately in store for her until the very end. This 
likely was the only reason she had permitted herself to 
survive at all. 

This time Cherie knew with certainty what was about to 
happen to her almost to the last detail and she dreaded 
it with all her being. It was a train in a very narrow 
tunnel bearing down on her and she was powerless to 
save herself. And she was powerless to save little 
Cindy. Etta had claimed her only child. How was Cherie 
ever to get her back?

It took strength to fight. It took even more strength 
to submit. That was the rub. Cherie felt herself to 
have no strength left in her heart at all. She was 
lonely, frightened and wanted to died. The newest Cup 
Maiden curled into a fetal ball and wept bitterly.

Her door opened with hardly a sound and, from light 
streaming in from the corridor, Cherie could make out a 
child-like figure stepping into her room. A brand new 
wave of dread came over her. Please God, Etta, whoever-
-not tonight.

"Io, please just leave me alone, okay?" pleaded Cherie. 

Io placed a single finger over Cherie's lips and 
shushed her. Without saying anything at all, she 
slipped into the sheets and spooned up behind Cherie. 
Her hard little body was bare and very warm. She draped 
a comforting arm across Cherie's waist and Cherie, much 
to her surprise, felt herself drift into blissful 
sleep.

Some time later, light from the hall again invaded 
Cherie's bedchamber. This time the unmistakable figure 
of a man stepped into the room. He was one of Jeff's 
crew no doubt looking for another slice of Cherie pie. 
Io raised her head and growled, "What the fuck to you 
want?"

"Oh, sorry." The nocturnal intruder retreated and 
closed Cherie's door behind him.      

"Why are you doing this?" Cherie asked without turning 
to look in Io's direction. "You hate me." Io lightly 
brushed a few strands of hair from Cherie's cheek with 
her fingers and whispered as tenderly as she knew how, 
"Shut up and go back to sleep."

Cherie did go back to sleep but, as she did, she could 
not help but marvel how it should come to pass that the 
succubus she most feared had become her protector.


Cherie was alone when she awoke the next morning. She 
hurriedly washed and dried herself and had breakfast. 
It was going to be a busy day in anticipation of the 
arrival of the Incarnation and her court: the Alpha 
Drone and High Cup Maiden. Preparations had to be made. 
Cherie was not worried much about anyone demanding her 
pornae services today. Everyone knew there would be 
ample opportunity to partake of Cherie at tonight's 
Harrowing. She considered knocking on Io's door but 
thought better of it. In the kitchen Cherie asked Ellen 
Anne if she had seen Io and was told she was already in 
the sanctuary.

Io had made an early start of it. First, the inner 
sanctum had to be cleansed, both in a ritual and a 
practical sense. Then furnishings had to be brought in 
and arranged just so. And not least of all, certain 
ritual accoutrements had to put, and in some cases 
bolted, into place. Io was directing everything. She 
took the prohibition against clothing in the sanctuary 
very seriously and was as nude as she had been in 
Cherie's bed the night before. Cherie was relieved that 
responsibility for seeing to the preparations was not 
going to rest solely with her. Io was a bundle of 
energy in there, focused on the task at hand and in no 
mood to take anybody's shit. Things got done.

"Good of you to join us, Cherie," Io called over her 
shoulder by way of greeting. Some of drones, still 
fully clothed, were lifting two square slabs of 
polished, salmon-colored marble, one 9" longer than the 
other on each side and both about 6" thick, and laying 
them on the floor one atop the other. Several more men 
were struggling with Etta's cathedra which had been 
brought out of storage where it had remained for twelve 
years. It had been hewn from a single block of rose 
granite, intricately carved and polished, and inlaid 
with lapis and mother of pearl. The cushioning on the 
seat and back was of deep blue silk. It was one 
immensely heavy piece of furniture and to bring it into 
the sanctuary and mount it on the platform directly 
beneath and in front of the tall portrait of Etta 
required a minor feat of engineering.

As much fuss as was being made over the big stone 
chair, it was the placement of the floor bolts that was 
of greater interest to Cherie. Working closely with Io, 
she decided to place the large central eye-bolt 15 feet 
from the dais. Threaded into the eye-bolt were three 
identical pairs of wrist manacles, one for each Cup 
Maiden. Cherie knew that she, Io and Andronica were on 
the menu for tonight. Mats were brought in and she 
arranged them around the central bolt like spokes on a 
wheel. Gone were the blue vinyl gym mats like the one 
Cherie was harrowed on. In their place were mattresses 
of similar dimensions but somewhat thicker and of 
expensively soft leather. Cherie had special ordered 
them. She wanted her next harrowing to be a little more 
comfortable. Etta owed her at least that. The cruel 
wooden boards used to elevate her cup were replaced 
with matching leather pillows that could be affixed 
snugly just beneath the small of a maiden's back. At 
about hip-level to each mat were set into the carpeted 
floor a pair of small eye-bolts with looped ropes tied 
securely to each.

It was mid-afternoon when all the preparations in the 
sanctuary were complete. And it was precisely then, 
when all the real work had been done, that Andronica 
chose to make her appearance. She breezed into the 
mansion like some exotic black Paris Hilton home from a 
day's shopping on Rodeo.

"Look who decided to show up," Io muttered to Cherie. 
"It's Tam's favorite little brownie."       

Andronica stuck her head into the sanctuary and finger-
waved to Cherie and Io before greeting and kissing some 
of her favorite tribades who had started to cluster 
around her. Even in her old jeans and espadrilles, 
Andronica was a goddess in her own right, and she knew 
it. A slender 5'7" nineteen year old with high, cone-
shaped breasts and a tight little tuck-and-roll ass, 
Andronica was bright, beautiful and ambitious. Cherie 
also remembered that she could be cruel and perverse. 
All these things made her an exemplary Cup Maiden. The 
tribades were making a big fuss over Andronica's hair 
which she had had dreaded for the evening's events. 
Andronica gushed like a prom queen and then took her 
leave of them, retiring to the bedchamber set aside for 
her use when she was at the mansion. Like her Cup 
sisters, she had to prepare.

Cherie had to prepare as well. Time had not really 
become an issue yet so Cherie drew herself a nice hot 
bath, lit some aromatherapy candles and tried to 
retreat into her happy place. This was hard to do 
because she did not really have one. The trick, she 
decided, was not to think. If she could relax the body, 
maybe the mind would follow. At least she was finally 
going to get to see Cindy, sort of. Didn't every good 
mom let her daughter eat her pussy every now and then? 
The thought caused Cherie to chuckle in spite of 
herself. She did not know where the black humor had 
come from but if it helped get her through this, she 
would embrace it.

The bath water was starting to get tepid when she heard 
someone enter her bedchamber. It was Ellen Anne come to 
be Cherie's handmaiden, and get her butt in gear. The 
Children were starting to arrive at the mansion. The 
word from Andronica was that Tam and Eddie were on 
their way, and of course Cindy was with them. Time was 
short and they had work to do.

Ellen Anne first was going to wash and roll Cherie's 
hair, her finger and toenails had to be painted, her 
body scented and powdered, face made up and, most 
important of all, she was to be thoroughly and 
carefully waxed. Cherie did not really feel this last 
bit was necessary but Ellen Anne insisted.

Cherie was enjoying this time with her tribade. She 
informed Cherie that after tonight Tam would likely 
assign her the task officially of being Cherie's 
personal handmaiden. This was a great honor and she 
could not be happier. Cherie was pleased as well. She 
had never had a servant before.

There was something that had been on Cherie's mind a 
lot lately and, while Ellen Anne was fussing with her 
hair, Cherie just blurted it out.

"I missed my period," she said.

"Yeah, so?" Ellen Anne did not even look up from what 
she was doing. Was this woman retarded?

"So...I'm afraid I might be pregnant." Jesus, did she 
have to spell it out for her?

"Cup Maidens don't have periods and they don't get 
knocked up," was her answer.

Now Cherie was confused. "What do you mean?"

The tribade put down her curling iron and explained, 
"As long as you eat the food I prepare, you won't have 
to worry about any of that female stuff. None of the 
other maidens do. Your cup belongs to Etta now. No 
babies. No Aunt Flo."

Cherie was incredulous. "So you've been slipping me 
contraceptives in my food?"

"Something like that."

Cherie pondered this for a moment and then another 
thought occurred to her, an idea definitely worth 
floating. "As long as you're doping my food, why can't 
you give me a little somethin' somethin' to make this 
Cup Maiden thing a little less...stressful?"

The older woman shot Cherie a disapproving look and she 
resolved never to bring it up again. She should have 
known better. Her fondness for the happy pills was what 
got her into this mess in the first place.

Ellen Anne instructed Cherie to lie on her back on her 
bed and spread her legs wide. She then climbed onto the 
bed herself and, positioning herself between Cherie's 
thighs, began waxing around the area she liked to call 
Cherie's sweetmeat. The handmaiden was skillful and 
what few downy curls there were yielded with little 
discomfort. Cherie was again as smooth as a little 
girl, smoother even than Cindy. Ellen Anne applied a 
small amount of a soothing ointment onto three of her 
fingers and began to apply it sinuously to Cherie's 
mons and around her vulva. Cherie could feel her girl 
start to moisten.

"You have a beautiful pussy, Cherie," said the 
handmaiden in a low voice as the tip of her tongue 
moistened her own lips. "It's so...dainty. Yes, that's 
the word: dainty, like a new flower."

Cherie said nothing. She let the back of her head sink 
into the pillow, her lips parted slightly and she 
sighed. Ellen Anne coyly allowed the tips of her 
fingers to brush Cherie's ripening hood and folds. When 
she spoke again, her words were soft and earnest.

"I hope Tam let's me partake of the revelation from 
you, Cherie."  

Ah yes, the revelation. It was the central mystery 
around which the Church of Etta was founded. Cherie was 
supposed to be one of those exceedingly rare women who 
could receive the essence of a man and, in the alembic 
of her womb, transmute it into the very vin des sacres 
of female enlightenment. When a woman, or girl, partook 
of the sacrament from Cherie's feminine vessel, she was 
said to receive some profound insight, the revelation. 
Cherie was one of the indispensable gatekeepers to the 
path of perfect peace. She was a Cup Maiden. For her 
part, Cherie had not yet been accorded the revelation. 
She still thought the act of partaking was kind of 
gross. But she was touched by the simple ardor of her 
handmaiden's expressed desire.

"I hope she does too," was her only reply.

Preparations completed, Cherie was led to the study 
which was one of the nearer rooms to the sanctuary. 
Ellen Anne was anxious to peel off her own clothing and 
join her sister tribades there so she bade Cherie to 
wait in the study until someone sent for her, and then 
she left. Cherie was alone. She could hear the din of 
the gathering Children in the nearby chamber and it 
frightened her. Someone had turned the thermostat way 
down, no doubt to accommodate the many bodies crowded 
into the next room, and Cherie's nipples hardened in 
the chill. She folded her arms around her shoulders and 
began to pace.

While she waited, the thought occurred to Cherie that 
this may well be the same room where Cindy had waited 
some weeks before for the prearranged signal to enter 
the inner sanctum and ascend to the Incarnation, and 
deliver the coup d'grace to her vanquished mother. 
Thankfully, she did not have to be alone with this 
thought for very long. The door to the study swung open 
and in stepped Io and Andronica, as naked as Cherie and 
walking lightly on bare feet. Cherie was glad to see 
them.

Io grinned at her. "You pumped? We're pumped!"

Cherie looked stricken. Her eyes were wide and she 
shook her head in quick, tiny arcs. "My God!" she 
choked. "All those people...."

"All those dicks! All those hungry mouths! I damn near 
rubbed my clit raw just thinking about it!" Io had 
tried to finish Cherie's thought for her but somehow 
missed the tenor of what Cherie was trying to convey.

Andonica joined in the fun. "I'm pumped, girl! I am 
Etta-fied! I've been thinkin' about this for weeks!"

Cherie was convinced, as if she needed anymore 
convincing, that these women were crazy. Tam entered 
the room, breathless and nude.

"Everything is set," she informed her other Cup 
Maidens. "I want you to wait two minutes and then make 
your entrance. Come to me and I will put you where I 
need you. The Incarnation will make her entrance ten 
minutes after you come in. You should all be in your 
places and secure by then. Got it?"

Without waiting for replies, Tam turned and headed back 
towards the chamber. Cherie looked frantically from one 
young woman to the other. "I can't do this," she 
stammered, panic taking hold. "I can't go in 
there...I'm afraid!"

Io tried to make her voice soothing. "Of course you're 
afraid, Cherie. We're all a little freaked out. Think 
of it as stage fright. Everything'll be okay."

Andronica took up the thread. "There's nothin' to be 
afraid of, sugar. You're gonna be a star in there! 
Think of it as being in a school play except you don't 
have any lines to forget. Once you're down on that 
floor, you can do no wrong."

Cherie was not mollified. School play?! Io placed a 
sympathetic arm around Cherie's waist. "We're going to 
be right there with you. Me and Andronica have done it 
lots of times. We'll get through this. You might even 
learn something good about yourself you didn't already 
know. You might get to liking all the attention."

Andronica threw an arm around Cherie's shoulders and 
Cherie reached out to both women. The three maidens 
drew together until their foreheads touched. With no 
more words spoken, Cherie felt courage slowly seep back 
into her body. She was drawing strength from these 
women. They had become three sisters. They were more 
than just sisters. They were Cup Maidens.  

Io broke the group hug. Going over to a desk drawer, 
she produced a stick of gum, unwrapped it, and folded 
it into her mouth. "Alright girls, It's showtime!"


The three young women walked the short distance to the 
arched entrance to the Harrowing chamber, parted the 
beaded curtain, and stepped inside. The air in the 
chamber was close and hot in spite of the A/C. The room 
was illuminated only with candles, lots and lots of 
candles. And in the light of all those candles Cherie 
could make out the forms and faces of the Children. 
There were so many! The noise of the congregation fell 
to a low murmur when the Cup Maidens suddenly appeared 
in their midst and Cherie could feel every pair of 
hungry eyes turn and fix upon her and her sisters.

The drones were congregated along one wall of the 
sanctuary and the tribades had arranged themselves 
along the opposite wall nearest the dais and the 
portrait of Etta. There had to be thirty drones and at 
least an equal number of tribades. Cherie quickly did 
the math. That was ten cocks to be milked by each 
maiden. And then there would be the inevitable double-
dippers. Maybe even triple-dippers! The fear she 
thought she had left in the waiting room had caught up 
and found her. The other two maidens had obviously 
performed a similar calculation for all three of them 
stopped and shrank defensively into each other.

"We are in for a long night," whispered Andronica, 
enunciating each word.

It was Io who broke the spell. "Fuck it!" she muttered. 
Taking a maiden in each hand she led them to the 
central eye-bolt where Tam was waiting. Tam kissed her 
on the mouth and bade her to lie down on one of the 
mats. She then did the same to Andronica and finally 
Cherie. 

As Cherie reclined fully on the mat, her hands were set 
upon immediately by a tribade who fastened her wrists 
snugly into one of the pairs of manacles threaded into 
the eye-bolt. Andronica and Io were already similarly 
secured. There could be no escape now for any of them. 
Other tribades went to work on Cherie's legs. Thin 
ropes tied to the smaller eye-bolts near her hips 
pulled her legs painfully apart at the knees. A cushion 
was inserted beneath her bottom so that her cup would 
not spill quite so much of what was about to be pumped 
into it. Cherie noted sardonically that her position on 
the floor was directly in line with the place where the 
Incarnation would be seated. This, she knew, was no 
accident.

Io and Andronica were being subjected to the same 
procedure but they did not seem to be paying it much 
mind.

"Damn girlfriend, these leather cushions are uptown 
fine!" enthused Andronica.

"Mine smells like a new car!" chimed Io.

Cherie could not believe what she was hearing. Here 
they were about to be fucked to within an inch of their 
lives and these teenaged twits wanted to gush about the 
goddamn furniture! Another thing that occurred to 
Cherie was that, when the mats and leg bolts were put 
in place, no allowances were made for the varying 
heights of the women to be bound to them. Therefore, 
Andronica at 5'7" had some wiggle room whereas Io, who 
was nine inches shorter, was stretched and splayed 
taut.

Cherie forgot all these things when Cindy, the 
Incarnation of Etta herself, stepped into the room. The 
little girl looked just as she had when last Cherie had 
seen her. A flower tiara was tied into her elaborately 
coiffured blond hair and around her neck hung the round 
diamond and sapphire pendant representing the blue and 
white halo encircling the womb of a Cup Maiden which 
only she, the Incarnation, has the eyes to see. These 
adornments aside, her perfectly proportioned 4'5" 
prepubescent body was as bare as everyone else's.

When the Incarnation appeared in the archway, all of 
the assembled Children fell to their knees and bowed 
low. For the first time the room was completely silent. 
The child coolly surveyed the adoring supplicants 
kneeling before her and the three beautiful Cup Maidens 
splayed out in her honor. Tam, the High Cup Maiden, and 
Eddie as Alpha Drone rose to their feet and took their 
places at Cindy's side. Each taking a hand, they 
escorted her to the dais which the little girl mounted 
one step at a time and took her anointed place in the 
Cathedra of the Matriarch, Etta's marble throne. Little 
Cindy appeared even smaller perched in the massive 
chair. It could comfortably have accommodated two more 
of her. She placed a hand on each of it's arms and 
positioned her little bottom upon the edge of the seat 
so that her feet dangled several inches above the 
platform.

The Incarnation suitably enthroned, it was time for the 
Harrowing Ritual to begin. Some of the tribades had 
tribal drums which they commenced to beat in a loping, 
sensuous cadence. They loved doing that sort of thing. 

The ritual itself is performed according to a certain 
protocol. At the direction of the Incarnation, the 
Alpha is supposed to be the first of the drones to 
mount a maiden. Thereafter, the Alpha selects a drone 
and the High Cup Maiden directs him to one of the bound 
maidens. As each cup is filled, the High Cup Maiden 
begins sending forward the tribades one or two at a 
time. In this way, each tribade receives her 
revelation. The ritual reaches its climax when the 
Incarnation and the High Cup Maiden descend to partake 
of their revelation. All of the participants to this 
communion, drones and tribades alike, are to show 
reverence to the Incarnation by placing a kiss upon her 
foot.

This is how things were supposed to proceed but they 
almost derailed right at the start. Cindy had hardly 
taken her seat when one of the drones stepped forward. 
A nervous murmur went up from the Children. Someone was 
committing a serious breach of decorum. Cherie could 
not see who it was on account of her having to face the 
opposite direction, towards the dais and the tribades.

"Uh oh," she heard Io mutter.

"Oh, shit! It's the nigga from The Green Mile," 
breathed Andronica.

Andronica was referring to L.T.  At 6'6", 260 lbs. and 
over-endowed in various ways, L.T. was something of a 
temple legend. He was one of only two or three of the 
drones whose essence fueled the revelations of Etta 
herself, and was said even to have filled her own 
divine cup on at least one occasion. Eddie may have 
been the nominal Alpha but nobody told L.T. who or when 
to fuck. 

The big man knelt before the cathedra and, taking 
Cindy's foot in his monstrous rough hand, placed a kiss 
upon her instep as his dark eyes bore into her own. The 
girl squirmed into the back of her seat like a 
frightened house pet. L.T. stepped off the dais and 
approached the Cup Maidens, circling them slowly while 
the rest of the room was silent. Even the drums had 
ceased for the moment. To the women pinned to the 
floor, his thick, foot long phallus and prodigious 
balls seemed to grow ever more menacing with each step 
he took along their perimeter. 

L.T. loved this. He had been splitting the vaginas of 
Cup Maidens for well nigh twenty years. The man did not 
care much about perfect peace or the path to 
enlightenment. He just liked ramming his huge cock into 
pretty girls while they were spread-eagled and 
helpless. It was his thing, his peculiar interest.  

His shadow fell first across the supine and vulnerable 
figure of Cherie. She turned her head and bit down on 
her lip. She knew what was coming. The giant was surely 
going to finish the job he had started on that first 
night of sexually eviscerating her. She had to find a 
way to put herself in the right frame of mind to 
receive him. Survival might depend upon it.

L.T. moved his gaze slowly up and down the length of 
Cherie's bound and trembling body, winked at her, and 
moved on to the pallet to her left where little Io lay 
splayed out before him like a delectable creature on a 
plate. Drone and maiden stared unblinking into each 
other's eyes for several seconds. Io lifted her chin in 
defiance,-- "What are you lookin' at?"-- and L.T. 
shifted his attention to Andronica. God, Cherie 
wondered, how long was he going to draw this out? It 
was torture.

The giant settled upon Andronica and pressed the broad 
aubergine head of his organ against the moist, lidded 
mouth of her cup. The girl squirmed and pleaded, her 
cool home girl bravado forgotten. Tam, frozen in place 
at the right hand of Cindy, was helpless to do anything 
but look pissed off. Andronica was her favorite, her 
loyal lieutenant, and she did not want to see her 
damaged. She had other ideas of upon whom to sic L.T. 
"Goddammit Eddie," she hissed at her husband. "Can't 
you throw a leash on him?" but Eddie only shrugged. 
What did she expect him to do?  L.T. just gave Tam a 
look that said, "Can't a black man shag a sista every 
now and then?" Then he drove his hips down hard and 
plunged all of his meat into the luckless maiden. She 
let out a scream that echoed across the entire estate 
but she ceased to squirm quite so much.

The room was transfixed. Everyone just gawked at the 
sight of the large, dark man plunging in and out of the 
sobbing young woman. It was understood by all that the 
Harrowing of the Cup Maidens was intended to be rape, 
but only symbolic rape. What the congregants were 
witnessing now was the real deal, courtesy of L.T., and 
they were riveted. While Andronica continued to mewl 
and beg beneath the pounding her pussy was taking, the 
heat in the sanctuary rose. Cherie and Io called out 
little encouragements to their stricken sister.

"You fight that big dick, girl!" urged Io. "You drain 
him and lay him on the carpet. You've done it before. 
Submit and conquer!"

With these words, the light brown maiden got her snap 
back. She spread her thighs as far open as she could 
make them go and with her pelvis she met the big man's 
every thrust. All the while she drew in staccato 
breaths through tightly clenched teeth. Did this fool 
of a nigga think he was gonna rip up her little kitty? 
Shit! When she was done with his ass, he would be done 
fucking for the night but she would still be right here 
on this fine leather mattress putting it out. Andronica 
was a Cup Maiden, motherfucker. Submit and conquer!

And conquer she did. A few hard thrusts more and L.T. 
coughed, "Damn!" and collapsed on top of Andronica 
while her eager, young pussy sucked the last drops of 
essence right out of his mammoth balls. Presently, the 
big man heaved himself to his feet and made his way, 
flatfooted, to the far wall where the other drones were 
sitting. Everyone was still staring at him and L.T. 
looked around the room and said, "What?" before sliding 
down the wall on his back and crumpling, spent, to the 
floor.

"Submit and conquer!" cheered Io.

"Submit and conquer!" came Andronica's pained but 
exuberant reply.

"Submit and conquer," Cherie whispered with a newfound 
feeling of strength and unity with her sisters. But 
there was something else. Trussed up and helpless on 
this floor, Cherie realized for the very first time 
that she was locked in a contest for control of her 
life and the lives of others, and she was going to win, 
could not help but win. 

With protocol somewhat restored, the ritual began 
again. The drums resumed and Cindy gave a knowing look 
to Eddie who placed a kiss upon her foot and advanced 
on Cherie. He did not bother with circling the maidens 
as L.T. had done. Everyone in the room knew precisely 
who he was going to fuck first.

Cherie knew too. Her girl dried up at his approach. She 
hated Eddie and he knew it, and this made him plunge 
into her all the harder. She knew this moment would 
come and she had resolved not to cry out when he tore 
into her. She was going to take it like a woman. She 
was going to take it like her baby girl takes it. A 
single hoarse cry escaped her throat as the head of 
Eddie's cock battered through the unwilling folds of 
her dainty pussy. Then her own feminine juices rushed 
heroically to the fore and the battle of submission and 
conquest was joined. 

The Alpha cursed and heaved over her for all he was 
worth. Cherie met each thrust with a thrust of her own 
and sheathed his blunt weapon in the tight, wet grip of 
her indomitable little cunt. As the cock pulled back, 
the path to her womb closed in behind it, daring it to 
make another foray. Milking this dick was too easy. All 
Cherie had to do was focus her mind on the mystery of 
complete submission and her divine cup would do the 
rest. She would conquer and be filled. 

Cherie felt Eddie's penis throb and gush deep inside of 
her. Then she felt it meekly withdraw. She had won. 
Cherie was glad to watch Eddie's ass retreat back to 
the left-hand side of the dais. But her feeling of 
triumph was coupled with a strange tightening sensation 
deep in her pelvis. Cherie was ready and quite willing 
to take on and submit to another of the male Children 
of Etta. Her cup now positively ached to be filled. 

At Eddie's signal, three eager drones stepped forward 
and knelt to kiss the foot of the Incarnation. Tam 
pointed each one to his assigned maiden and the filling 
of the cups began in earnest. For the next hour Cherie, 
Io and Andronica strained against their bonds as one 
drone and then another plied his essence into their 
waiting vessels. 

Tam and Eddie wanted to set Jeff and then Brian onto 
Cherie, partly to make her atone for what L.T. had done 
to Andronica, as if she had anything to do with that, 
but mostly because they wanted to savor her expression 
as first one and then the other of those terrible, 
mutant cocks punished her impudent little pussy. They 
were to be frustrated in their mean bit of fun, 
however. For some reason, these two drones were just 
not up for the task at hand, and they could do little 
but sit there red-faced and flaccid while Tam seethed 
and some of the tribades could be heard tittering 
derisively among themselves. Cherie could see little of 
this but she heard Io turn to her and comment dryly, 
"Boys forgot their Wheaties."  

But the Harrowing Ritual proceeded nonetheless. All of 
the maidens were being filled, sometimes brutally, and 
they could be heard murmuring vague encouragements to 
each other. Cherie could not very well see what was 
happening to her sisters in duress but she knew from 
the strange feline cries and growls coming from their 
throats that they were being fucked into a state of 
continuous, self-sustaining orgasm and exquisite agony. 
And she could feel her own coil steadily tighten around 
her brimming cup. A surfeit of the sacred nectar began 
to puddle beneath the bottoms of each of the maidens. 
The time had come for the gathered women to partake of 
the revelation.

As one or other of the drones spent his essence and 
retreated back to the ranks of his brethren, the High 
Cup Maiden sent her impatient tribades in ones and twos 
to fill the empty spaces in the triangle and take the 
sacrament. The drone Martin had just added his seed to 
that of the several other men who had succumbed to the 
satin grip of Cherie's tender pussy and drew off 
gasping for breath. Cherie thanked him sweetly like a 
good little Cup Maiden and waited for another hungry 
face to loom up between her painfully outstretched 
thighs.

This time the face belonged to Ellen Anne. She was 
going to receive her revelation from Cherie's cup as 
she had so fervently hoped. The older woman knelt down 
low, her bare, shapely backside thrust high towards the 
dais, and brought her lips down flush against her Cup 
Maiden's enflamed and throbbing vulva. Cherie's breath 
caught in her throat as she felt her handmaiden's 
tongue split the inner folds of her dainty pussy and 
lap up the hot, welling contents of her cup. Ellen Anne 
then slowly licked and nibbled at Cherie's taut, 
succulent flesh from her clit to her navel. A moment 
later and she was outstretched atop Cherie and kissing 
her deeply on the mouth in a spontaneous show of 
gratitude and adoration.

The taste and scent of her cup's own nectar from Ellen 
Anne's mouth set Cherie's straining coil at the very 
edge of bursting. She was but a single touch away now 
and her every nerve ending fairly crackled in abeyance. 
At this precise moment, as the older woman drew back 
into the company of her tribade sisters, little Cindy, 
the Incarnation of Etta herself, decided the time had 
at last come for her to partake of the revelation. The 
child suddenly darted from her high seat and pounced 
upon Cherie's engorged and twitching vulva.

"Oh God! Cindy, NO! Please!" rasped Cherie, but it was 
too late. Cindy burrowed her nose into Cherie's clit as 
her open mouth locked upon the rims of her mother's 
cup. That was all it took. Cherie's dangerously over-
wound coil sprang and burst into filaments. Here was 
the moment when Cherie learned something about herself 
she had not previously known; she was a squirter, more 
so even than her sisters. She screamed and released a 
thick stream of clear female ejaculate directly into 
her daughter's open mouth and nose.

Cindy fell back on her haunches with an expression of 
wide-eyed dismay. Before the girl's mind could make 
sense of what was happening, Cherie's whole body 
spasmed and she sent three more hot jets splashing 
across Cindy's bare chest and neck. The young 
Incarnation gathered her wits quickly and, knowing a 
precious gift when she tasted it, ground her mouth hard 
into her mother's vaginal opening in a nakedly greedy 
attempt to tap the fount at its source. 

Seeing all this, Tam rushed forward and practically 
tossed the little girl aside in order to take her 
place. The High Cup Maiden's mouth clamped down over 
Cherie's pussy and sucked hard. None of this mattered 
any longer to Cherie; she was insensible to what was 
going on around her. She was bound up tight in the 
embrace of a white-hot orgasm that would not let her 
go. All the poor young mom could do was moan and 
convulse against her restraints. Even Andronica and Io 
forgot their own ecstacies for a moment and turned 
their heads and strained to see what was up with the 
newest Cup Maiden. 

When Cherie's cup was intemperately drained, Tam sent 
in one more drone to replenish her. Then three more 
lucky tribades were invited to partake of this very 
special revelation before Cherie's fount was finally 
used up and she lay swooning on leather that stuck to 
the back of her body.

And then the ritual abruptly ended. The drums stopped 
and three or four of the tribades set about freeing the 
Cup Maidens from their bonds. All of the women had 
received their revelation, which for most of them was 
that they had not been laid in a while, and a general 
orgy ensued in the inner sanctum. The three maidens 
helped each other to their feet and, along with their 
leader the High Cup Maiden, took their leave of the 
sanctuary. They were retiring to an inner sanctum of 
their own.

It was a room upstairs into which only a Cup Maiden may 
enter. This place was their exclusive domain, their 
decompression chamber, and no drone or tribade was 
permitted within. Even Eddie dared not show his face in 
here. The Incarnation was free to come and go as she 
pleased but in this part of the mansion she ceased to 
be the Incarnation and instead was treated as just some 
kid, so the room held no particular fascination for 
her. Within this sanctuary, all the Cup Maidens were as 
equals and notions of rank were discarded. Here a 
maiden was free to speak her mind, and bitch if that is 
what she was of a mind to do, without fear of censure 
or recrimination.

The room itself was comfortably furnished with plush 
divans, and a full bar dominated one corner. A sliding 
glass door opened onto a hardwood deck whereupon was 
affixed a hot tub large enough to accommodate all of 
Etta's special babes.

The women made drinks and lowered themselves, still 
naked, into the hot tub. Io and Andronica had found 
something to bicker about and were trading catty barbs 
with each other. Cherie followed their argument for a 
while. Then she fixed her cold, blue eyes on Tam who 
was relaxing in the spa directly opposite her, smoking 
a cigarette and nursing a glass of iced mescal.

"That was pretty strange what happened with me down 
there," Cherie said to her. By "down there," Tam 
assumed she was referring to down there in the 
sanctuary where the post-ritual festivities were 
probably just hitting their stride. "After those women 
would, you know, drink from me, they would look at me 
like I'd just granted their fondest wish. Like I had 
just given them eternal youth, or something."

"Maybe you did," was Tam's laconic reply.

"C'mon Tam," challenged Cherie. "This cream pie cult of 
yours, you know it's all bullshit." 

There, she said it. The other women ceased their verbal 
thrust and parry, suddenly interested in this other 
conversation. Tam just dragged on her cigarette and 
studied Cherie for a moment. Then she exhaled a cloud 
of smoke in Cherie's direction and said, "Of course, 
it's bullshit. But I get paid and everybody gets laid."

Andronica whooped and clicked her glass against Tam's, 
then Io's. Cherie hesitated and then lifted and drained 
her own glass.

Stubbing out her cigarette, Tam finished her thought. 
"Everything about us looks like bullshit when you're on 
the outside looking in. Don't diss the mystery until 
you've partaken of it. When I decide the time is right 
for you to have the revelation, then you'll understand 
everything." The powerful and attractive redhead 
hoisted herself out of the tub. "Who's ready for 
another drink? I'm buying."


Another Harrowing was planned for the following 
weekend. This one was not intended to be quite as grand 
as the one Cherie had just endured. Only two of the Cup 
Maidens would be offered. Cherie knew one of the 
maidens would be her. That kind of went without saying. 
She did not know who the other maiden would be.

During the days leading up to the ritual, Cherie went 
about her duties as Cup Maiden and pornae with a zest 
that surprised even her. But one thing was constantly 
near the front of her mind: the revelation. No matter 
what she was doing, or who she was fucking, the 
revelation was never far from her thoughts. She had so 
many questions and Tam's "outside looking in" remark 
still rankled. When would she receive it, and from 
whom? What would be revealed to her? And the most 
important question of all; would something be revealed 
that would help her win back her daughter?  

But it was not just the mystery of the revelation that 
so preoccupied her. Cherie just as often caught herself 
daydreaming about the act of partaking itself. In her 
old life, Cherie, buttoned up and frigid as she was, 
could never have conceived of something so strange and 
disgusting as putting her mouth to some woman's vagina 
and sucking a man's sperm out of it. Now it was 
practically all she could think about. No soon-to-be 
bride ever anticipated her wedding night as ardently as 
Cherie now longed to drink her fill from the brimming 
cup of one of her sisters.

At last, the night of the next Harrowing had come. 
About a dozen tribades and an equal number of drones 
were in attendance, as was Eddie, Tam, the other Cup 
Maidens and the Incarnation. Two mats had been laid 
side by side in the sanctuary with the bolts in the 
floor configured so that the maidens to be bound to 
them would face in opposite directions. 

The Cup Maidens: Cherie, Io and Andronica, made their 
entry into the inner sanctum just as they had done the 
week before. Cherie walked over to Tam and knelt before 
her and then lay back on one of the mats as two women 
quickly set to the task of binding her wrists and 
knees. As for the vacant space beside her, the High Cup 
Maiden never needed to ask for a volunteer. Io stepped 
forward with no hesitation at all and took her place on 
the other mat as the tribades set about ritually 
securing her limbs as well. The mats and bolts had been 
placed so closely together that Cherie's and Io's knees 
touched.

Io looked over at Cherie. "Baby, it looks like it's 
just you and me tonight. I hope you don't mind if I 
spray you."

Cherie smiled. "Not if I spray you first."

Just as before, the Incarnation walked ceremoniously 
into the chamber, mounted the dais and assumed her 
throne. The drumming started and within minutes Cherie 
and Io were being furiously fucked. Any trace of 
Cherie's former reticence was gone. She wanted this. 
Her lust for hard, successive penetrations was like a 
ravening animal down in her belly. She could not get 
enough. Were it not for these restraints, she would 
have wrapped her arms and legs around each one of her 
beloved drones, her men, and guided them in turn deep 
into the back of her womb. As it was, Cherie had to let 
her throbbing pussy express what the rest of her body 
could not.

She would submit and be fucked and cum and cum again 
and God! Jesus! Etta! FUCK! The hot juices shot out of 
her. A few droplets alighted on Io's leg and Io, awash 
in her own agonies of pleasure, sent a broad spray in 
Cherie's direction. By the time the women drew in to 
take the sacrament, Io and Cherie were reduced to two 
petite masses of wet, quivering maiden flesh.

Everyone assumed the ritual was over and a tribade 
untied Cherie. Another one tried to do the same for Io 
who snapped, "Get your hands off me, bitch!" She looked 
over at Eddie and demanded she be given on more drone. 
The Alpha obliged her with a man over twice her weight 
and age. Cherie sat at Io's side with her knees 
together on the cushion and watched. She was confused. 
Why would Io not just call it quits for the night and 
retire with her sisters upstairs? Everyone had been 
served, had they not?

After several minutes of singularly savage copulation, 
the big drone heaved mightily and dissipated himself 
into Io's tiny body. As he slunk away, she turned 
exhaustedly to Cherie and bade her to drink from her 
cup. Cherie was taken aback. She looked to Tam for 
instruction. The High Cup Maiden did not like having 
her prerogatives usurped by Io, or anyone else for that 
matter, but with a nod she gave her reluctant consent. 
The coming of Cherie's revelation was finally at hand!

Cherie positioned herself between Io's spread taut 
thighs and gazed down at her raw and  glistening pussy. 
Everyone in the room was watching and, with no need for 
further encouragement, Cherie knelt down and pressed 
her lips deeply into the lush, yielding bounty of 
little Io's maidenhood. Cherie sucked and lapped and 
sucked some more until the heady broth of semen and 
Io's own copious juices flowed into Cherie from the tip 
of her teeth to the pit of her stomach. 

Sated at last, the newest Cup Maiden drew back onto her 
knees and awaited her revelation, her very own 
epiphany. The one she got was not the one she might 
have expected. The universe at that moment did not open 
up to her and reveal its mysteries, save for the one 
greatest mystery of them all. Looking down into Io's 
fierce dark eyes, Cherie realized that she was in love, 
deeply and hopelessly in love for the very first time 
in her life. And the object of her devotion was none 
other than the fiery young maiden with the elfin hair 
whose cup she had just drained. Cherie loved little Io.

The ritual complete at last, Cherie and Io withdrew 
with their sisters upstairs for drinks and a well 
deserved soak in the hot tub. Then before their bodies 
could dry, Cherie took Io by the hand and led her into 
her bedchamber where they made love well into the 
night.  


IV.   Lovers and Allies

The next day Cherie went about her duties in the 
mansion as best she could. She was a little distracted. 
She could think of little else but Io: the object of 
her desires, the feel of her skin, the smell and taste 
of her. These thoughts looped obsessively through 
Cherie's mind. She wanted to learn everything there was 
to know about her new lover and to reveal the same 
about herself to her. There would be no secrets between 
them. And yet so much about Io remained a tantalizing 
mystery to Cherie. Who she was and the hows and whys of 
her being in this place were all still terra incognita 
to Cherie. Tonight, Cherie was sure, many of her 
questions would be answered. Io had invited her to her 
room for dinner. 

Late in the afternoon, her rounds made, Cherie 
sequestered herself in her room and set about making 
herself fresh and beautiful, or at least as beautiful 
as a naked woman can be. In recent weeks Cherie had 
taken up the practice of adorning her body with 
jewelry. She had found it right there in her bureau so 
she assumed it was okay to wear it around the estate. 
She favored a pair of diamond or simple hoop earrings, 
five or six very expensive-looking bracelets, a thin 
gold chain that hung loosely around her hips and an 
anklet that only Cup Maidens were permitted to wear. 
She wanted to appear at Io's door looking feminine and 
delectable. Then her lover could do with her as she 
pleased. Cherie showered and washed and dried her hair 
but her girl remained quite wet. She had been like that 
all day.

At what Cherie assumed was the appointed hour, Io's 
invite had been characteristically short on specifics, 
she rapped lightly on Io's door, waited, and rapped 
again. As nervous as she was about being in the 
forbidden realm that was Io's room, she did not like 
standing outside Io's door in all her fuckable glory 
for everyone in the mansion to see. There was no rule 
forbidding Cup Maidens, or anyone else in the Church, 
from entering into special relationships. Indeed it was 
expected. Cherie just did not like everyone knowing her 
business. This might seem like a strange attitude for 
someone who is not allowed to wear clothes to have but 
Cherie was funny that way. After another moment's 
hesitation, Cherie turned the knob and let herself in. 

She had imagined Io's bedchamber to be some sort of 
macabre shrine to restraints and punishments. What she 
now saw was quite different. While works of art by the 
likes of Gric and Giger were to be seen on the walls, 
the décor was more scholastic than perverse. Tall, 
heavily-burdened bookshelves predominated throughout 
the apartment which was considerably larger than 
Cherie's. 

She could hear the shower running so she decided to 
have a look around. The room in which Cherie stood was 
not a bedroom at all but a small den or study complete 
with leather sofa, chairs, coffee tables and, of 
course, lots of books. Further in, she found a kitchen 
and dinette. Cherie was about to step into the bedroom 
when she heard the water shut off and Io's voice called 
out, "Cherie, is that you?"

"Yeah, I'm not too early, am I?" 

"Not at all. Make yourself comfy. I'll be right out."

Cherie busied herself reading some of the titles of 
Io's books. What she found was some pretty heavy-duty 
reading material: the complete works of Shakespeare and 
Edgar Allan Poe, Plato, Camus, Thucydides, Darwin, Adam 
Smith, Nietzsche, Ezra Pound. Cherie's head was 
starting to pound just looking at them. Was it possible 
that this fiery little pixie had actually read all 
these forbidding tomes? It would appear so for many of 
them had been heavily bookmarked. On a desk top Cherie 
spied a stack of papers containing Io's own 
compositions. Cherie was expecting Goth-chick poetry 
but what she found were letters to various literary 
journals in which Io exploded the pretensions of this 
or that fave new writer with unimpeachable logic and 
crisp, understated prose. There was indeed more to this 
complex young woman than met the eye. Cherie had 
suspected as much.

Io entered the room still brushing a towel over her 
short hair. She was naked except for a pair of thin 
white cotton panties. Pitching the towel over a chair, 
she walked up to Cherie and took her by the hips. "Mmm. 
Look at you!" and she purred by rattling her tongue in 
the back of her mouth.

Cherie held up one of the letters she had been reading. 
"Did you write all this?" she asked, still incredulous.

"Yep. "

"So where did you go to college?" Cherie persisted.

"You're standing in it." Then by way of elaboration, Io 
added, "The Children of Etta aren't stupid, some of the 
drones not withstanding."

Cherie had to laugh at the obvious humor of that 
remark. She was impressed. She was more than impressed, 
she was horny.

"If you think that's something," offered Io, "come take 
a look at this."

Cherie followed that cute butt into the bedroom. She 
could not wait to get those panties off of her, to hell 
with dinner. Io hopped onto her bed like a pumped up 
school girl and opened up a laptop computer. Then she 
reached over to a night stand and picked up a small 
pair of reading glasses. Cherie had never seen Io in 
glasses. The transformative effect on her face was 
astounding. There was so much about this woman-child 
that no one ever got to see, that never left this room. 
She was bestowing a great honor upon Cherie by letting 
her into her world like this and she hardly seemed to 
be giving it a second thought. Cherie was moved.

"I'm sort of the head of PR for the organization," Io 
explained excitedly. "Let me show you want I've been 
working on lately. I've been putting together a webpage 
for the COE. The trick is to make us look as innocuous 
as Mormons but without all the milquetoast and covered 
wagons. We want to put a message out there that will 
attract the right sort of people without getting too 
much into the details 'cause, you know, what happens at 
the mansion.... Anyway, I'm kind of stuck and was 
hoping you could help me out. We can work on it 
together. You're good at this sort of thing, right?" 

This was all getting to be too much for Cherie to 
absorb in one night. The Io she knew did not wear Lisa 
Loeb glasses, design web pages and use words like 
"innocuous." How many facets did this girl have? Cherie 
was ready to take her right now while they were both on 
the bed. But there was one thing she had to know first.

"I'm just a paralegal, not a web designer, but I'd love 
to help you. I'm here for you." Cherie leaned over and 
kissed Io whose hand reached up and found Cherie's 
breast. "We can work on it later. Right now there's 
something I want to ask you."

Io cocked her head. "Oh?"

"You know how I feel about you. I just need to know 
if..."

Io intuited what Cherie was about to say. "Cherie, I've 
loved you from the moment that I said I loved you."

"And then you started beating me with a whip!"

"It's a very intimate act, don't you think? You were 
practically dangling by your wrists from the ceiling 
all nice and naked like you are now and I was putting 
the leather to your flesh, and there was no one else in 
the whole world but you and me. I fell hard for you 
right then and there."

Cherie now knew for certain that her love for this 
woman was going to be reciprocated, come what may. Now 
there was but one thing left to talk about.

"Io, will you submit to me right here and now?"

"Yes, Cherie. I'm here for you."

That was all Cherie needed to hear. She folded away the 
laptop and pushed Io back onto the bed. Io passively 
offered up her arms to be bound. Restraints were near 
at hand: four lengths of braided nylon that attached to 
wrists and ankles with Velcro and buckles with the 
other ends secured to the bed posts. Cherie bound Io's 
arms tight without bothering to remove her glasses. 
Cherie was on top of the girl now with her mouth locked 
upon hers. While she forced Io to suck her tongue, 
Cherie's hand ground the crotch of Io's cotton panties 
into her pussy until they were nice and wet.

Sitting up, Cherie declared, "These have to go," and 
proceeded to yank the well-marinated panties off of 
Io's body. Cherie then wadded them into a neat, moist 
ball. "Open wide," she commanded and Io docilely 
complied. She stuffed the ripe, crumpled garment into 
Io's mouth and went to work tying her legs to the posts 
at the foot of the bed.

"I'm going to eat you up, little girl!" Cherie's voice 
was vehement and she spoke through gritted teeth. The 
figurative whip was in her hand now and she was really 
getting into character. But she did not intend to beat 
her lover. She had something else in mind.

"You said I still owed you head. Well now I'm going to 
give it to you." The degree of sadistic lust in 
Cherie's voice was menacing. "This time you'll take 
what I have to give you on my terms. You're going to be 
a good, submissive little Io and cum in Cherie's mouth, 
every drop, or I'll munch that fat clit of yours and 
swallow it while you watch!" Io turned her eyes to the 
ceiling and her nostrils flared but she said nothing. 
Indeed she could not, gagged as she was on her own 
underwear.

Cherie did not go at once to Io's exposed and helpless 
cunt. That would have been too easy. She was intent 
upon drawing out her moment of dominance and conquest. 
What she had in mind for her lover was something she 
had taken to calling the Ordeal of a Hundred Bites. 
Cherie began with Io's tiny feet. She took Io's three 
smallest toes into her mouth and bit down hard, not 
quite hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to 
leave a temporary mark. There was pain in Io's muffled 
cry, but there was something else too. Cherie bit her 
way up the length of Io's firm, athletic legs which had 
grown red with welts. Cherie reserved two special nips 
for those short, taut muscles of the inner thigh that 
joined Io's legs to her body core. As Cherie pressed 
forward to sink her teeth into them, Io's inner lips 
planted a wet kiss on each of Cherie's cheeks. 

Cherie stopped and inhaled deeply of her lover, letting 
her breath caress the bound nymph's pussy. She then 
moved herself forward to place deep bites upon Io's 
neck, arms and shoulders. Each of Io's cupcake breasts 
fit fully into Cherie's open mouth and, as she bit down 
on them, she let her tongue play across her prey's 
hard, swollen nipples. Then she bit those too. Io 
whimpered and struggled against her bonds as Cherie 
worked her way slowly past her navel. The girl's coil 
had become very tightly wound indeed. Cherie was very 
near an orgasm of her own as she sank her teeth into 
the fleshy hump of Io's bare, fragrant pubis mons.

Io had endured 99 of the prescribed 100 bites. Of the 
front of her bound and twitching body, there was but 
one place that had not felt her lover's teeth. Cherie 
placed herself between Io's outstretched legs. She 
licked her lips and pulled her hair back away from her 
face, then she lay prone upon the bed and buried her 
face into the girl's thighs. Her lips found Io's 
throbbing clitoris which protruded out of its 
protective hood a full, fat inch. Cherie's front teeth 
surrounded it from above and below and slowly closed 
in. Her tongue scrubbed brusquely at the strange little 
appendage before she inhaled and sucked it and much of 
the flesh around it into her mouth. Cherie's head 
rotated in tight circles as she hungrily tried to draw 
more and more of Io's genitals ever deeper into her 
mouth.

Io screamed into the panties wadded up in her mouth and 
sent a hot spray of cum down Cherie's chin and throat. 
Cherie immediately shifted her open mouth down from 
Io's clit just in time to catch the second, third and 
fourth bursts which splashed against the back of her 
mouth and disappeared down her throat. She continued to 
suck and bite at Io's pussy until the girl sighed and 
went limp. Cherie removed the gag from Io's mouth and 
loosed her restraints. "My turn," declared Io as she 
reached up and grabbed two handfuls of Cherie's hair 
and kissed her hotly on the mouth.

Io had something special in mind for Cherie as well. 
She positioned her on the bed on all fours. Her wrists 
were bound together and tied to a length of nylon 
fastened beneath the center of the headboard. Io pushed 
Cherie's head down until the side of her face was 
pressed firmly against the mattress.

"Are you prepared to submit and be conquered?" she 
asked.

"I am," was Cherie's solemn reply.

Io picked up the sodden panties and commanded Cherie to 
open up; she then pushed them into Cherie's mouth. Now 
it was Cherie's turn to feel vulnerable, her face 
pressed into the bed covers and her ass pointed into 
the air above her knees. She stole a glance and saw Io 
reach into a dresser drawer and produce an ungainly 
apparatus consisting in the main of straps, buckles and 
a pair of thick, 9" phalluses of firm latex protruding 
from a common base. The twin dildos were at least an 
inch thick and spaced about ¾" apart.

The tiniest Cup Maiden set about strapping and 
harnessing the device onto her body. Cherie noticed 
that a small forked appendage curved from beneath the 
base and gripped Io's clit in its tines. Cherie would 
have thought it comical to see two large penises 
sprouting from the body of this little woman had they 
not been pointed directly at her own exposed crotch and 
the woman had not been her Io.

A moment of panic seized Cherie. She had never been 
penetrated like this before. Io mounted the bed and 
stood on her knees directly behind Cherie. She spread 
Cherie's legs until her ass was depressed to just the 
right height. Io's panties in her mouth muffled her 
pleas as Io placed the twin cock heads hard against the 
entrance to Cherie's anus and vagina, and pushed. 

Then Cherie remembered who she was. She was a Cup 
Maiden and chosen lover of this incredible teenage girl 
who was intent on finding novel ways to take pleasure 
from her. Cherie would give that pleasure with 
gladness. She would submit and be conquered. Cherie 
eased her backside towards the twin phalluses, meeting 
Io's thrusts, impaling herself. Soon the two women were 
joined as the device was fully embedded in Cherie's 
vagina and rectum.

When maximum penetration had been achieved, Io reached 
down to the base of the thing and flipped a switch. 
Something like an electric jolt shot through Cherie's 
belly as the twin cocks began to hum and vibrate 
angrily. A sudden yelp followed by moans of pleasure 
rattled in her throat. Io leaned forward and grasped 
Cherie's breasts, her sharp hip bones grinding into 
Cherie's buttocks. Io and Cherie were literally plugged 
into each other and a common current of carnal ecstasy 
arced through both of their bodies. Io pulled back 
until only the heads of the buzzing cocks remained 
embedded in Cherie's orifices, then she drove them into 
her up to the hilt, emphatically, again and again. Io 
wanted Cherie to know that she was still Io, special 
relationship or not. Shrill animal sounds escaped 
pitifully from the sides of Cherie's mouth and she 
yielded up her essence in gushes all over the juddering 
base of the apparatus, and over and down Io's welted 
belly and thighs. Io grunted and cursed in a rage of 
sexual conquest and glory before collapsing over and 
down Cherie's bare back, the infernal device still 
humming between and within them.

Only after the aftershocks had finally subsided did Io 
withdraw and remove the strap-on and let it fall to the 
floor. Cherie was set free and the lovers lay panting 
in each others' arms. It was Cherie who found the 
breath to speak first.

"Where the fuck did you get that thing?" she gasped.

"Bought it online, I guess. Sometimes I go shopping in 
town so I might've got it there."

This remark piqued Cherie's interest. "You have money 
to shop?" she asked.

"Of course I have money. I'm a Cup Maiden." Io said 
this as if no further explanation was required.

"How long have you been here?" 

"You mean since the last time I went shopping?"

"No," Cherie clarified. "I mean how long have you lived 
in the mansion, in the Church of Etta?"

"Oh." Io thought a moment. "I've always lived here, as 
far back as I can remember. The way it was told to me, 
I was gifted to Etta by one of the tribades. She raised 
me herself until I was seven. She was mom to me. After 
she died, Tam and Eddie took care of me."

"So you don't know who your real parents are?" Cherie 
asked. "What about Martin? I heard you call him daddy 
that time." Cherie still found it difficult to speak 
directly of the day she was first dragged into the 
Harrowing chamber.

"Martin?" snorted Io. "That was just fuck-talk. 
Martin's not my father; I'm pretty sure of that. 
Nobody's ever told me who my father is. Had I known, I 
would have tried to fuck his brains out every day. I 
always wanted a daddy."

"So who decided you should become a Cup Maiden?" Cherie 
was fascinated now.

"I did, cupcake. By the time I was six I was sneaking 
down to the sanctuary to peep in and watch the 
Harrowing of the Cup Maidens. I loved to watch. They 
were so beautiful and everyone worshipped them. So one 
night I decided it would be okay for me to sit in on 
the ritual, you know, as a spectator. I pulled off all 
my clothes and tiptoed into the room, like nobody would 
notice a naked little kid hanging around. I was wrong, 
of course. Everybody noticed, and Etta freaked. She 
stopped the ritual, ran over to where I was sitting on 
the floor, spun me around and started beating my bare 
ass with her hand while everybody watched. I screamed 
and cried but it was all for show. Momma Etta had just 
given me my first 'gasm. Nice! I think she knew it too 
because she didn't drag me out of there. She just told 
me to go sit in a corner and keep quiet. From that day 
on, I knew I was going to be a Cup Maiden. It was just 
a question of when." 

"So what happened?" Cherie wanted to know.

"By the time I was nine, I was fed up with just 
watching and I started pestering Tam to let me take a 
more active role in the rituals. I was almost like 
Etta's real daughter, after all. So one night she 
finally gives in and lets me have the revelation right 
out of her own juicy cup. She said that was what Etta 
did for her when she was about my age. Tam told me that 
Etta had seen the halo around my belly when I was still 
just a baby and had told her all about it.

When I heard that, I was ready to start getting my tiny 
cup filled right then and there but Tam said it was 
still too soon. So the woman gives me a kid-sized dildo 
and tells me I need to open myself up a little first. 
Did I mention I was always kind of small for my age? 
Anyway, I fell in love with Dildo Jr. I think I 
actually tried to mount him on my bicycle seat with 
duct tape and glue. Then on the night of my tenth 
birthday, it all became a done deal. I got fucked and 
sucked, and the rest, as they say, has been one long, 
terrific orgasm." 

"Wow!" Cherie was impressed by Io's story. "So what 
about Andronica? Was she raised by Etta too?"

Io snorted. "That's what she'd say if you asked her. 
Truth is, Tam found Andronica on the campus of some 
junior college about a year ago and brought her in as a 
Cup Maiden. She said Etta came to her in a dream and 
told her she would meet this smokin' hot black chick 
who had the halo. Some shit like that."

"So Andronica was pornae before me?" Cherie asked.

"Yeah, for about a week," said Io dryly. "Then Tam 
pulls her out of here and sets her up in her own condo 
uptown. Like I've said before, Andronica is Tam's pet. 
But I don't feel like talking about her right now. You 
hungry?"

"Yeah, kind of," answered Cherie truthfully.

"Me too, but I'm not in the mood to cook." declared Io. 
"I think I'll buzz the kitchen upstairs and have my 
handmaiden make us some sushi. She's good at that. 
She's Asian, you know."

Io reached over to the night stand and picked up a cell 
phone. As she put it to her ear, she realized with a 
twinge of annoyance that she was still wearing her 
spectacles.


In the days that followed her date with Io, Cherie felt 
good. In all of her 28 years she had never before 
experienced the bliss of sharing a bed with someone she 
loved. She truly loved Io. She loved to fuck. And she 
loved being a Cup Maiden. Not at any previous time in 
Cherie's life had she felt she belonged anywhere. Her 
thousand simple acts of submission had brought her to 
this place where she felt she truly belonged. She could 
not say that she was happy. How could she? Her daughter 
had been alienated from her. Cherie was just a much 
favored cup to Cindy. But at least she could console 
herself with the knowledge that her little girl was the 
object of adoration of all the Children and the focal 
point of the religion Cherie now embraced almost 
without reservation. 

She could have remained contented in her new life 
indefinitely had it not been for a casual remark from 
Tam. It was late on a Friday night and the maidens were 
soaking in the spa. There was a late autumn chill in 
the air and the bubbling jets of warm water felt 
soothing on Cherie's cup which had been filled and 
drained many times that evening. Tam informed the 
gathered maidens that she, Eddie and Cindy had been 
giving much thought lately to bringing a new Cup Maiden 
into the fold.

Cherie received this bit of news with some ambivalence. 
She certainly felt she deserved a promotion from 
pornae. It would be nice to have her clothes back. On 
the other hand, she did not relish the thought of 
presiding over, and participating in, the ritual of 
initiating a new Cup Maiden. She just could not see 
herself dishing out to some terrified young woman the 
kind of torments she had had to endure.

The way Tam now told it, she and Eddie had hit upon the 
idea of recruiting from the ranks of Eastern European 
mail order brides. Eddie or maybe Jeff would pose as a 
successful American business man looking to join with 
one of these naïve Russian or Ukrainian flowers in a 
lifetime of western marital bliss. Once the new girl 
was safely delivered into their hands, the trap would 
be sprung and they would all be feasting on exotic new 
pussy, specially imported. The only hitch in the plan 
was that the Incarnation could not see the telltale 
halo of the Cup Maiden around any of these women whose 
photos she had been shown. Consequently, the idea was 
scrubbed. Then, almost as an afterthought, Tam remarked 
that the three of them: she, Eddie and Cindy, had 
decided to go on a little road trip across the 
heartland to case the local talent.

Red flags shot up and waved in Cherie's mind when she 
heard this last little tidbit. It did not surprise her 
that Cindy could not "see" the halo around any of the 
foreign mail order brides. She knew her own daughter 
well enough to know that she was not in the least 
interested in recruiting some new woman as Cup Maiden. 
What Cindy wanted was a friend and playmate, someone 
her own age. The three of them were going to cruise 
around in a van until they spotted some little girl who 
appealed to Cindy, abduct her, and bring the poor, 
frightened child back to the mansion for further 
proceedings. Cherie could not just sit back and let 
this happen. She was going to have to act and act soon. 
All she needed was a plan and a little information.

That night as she and Io lay curled up next to each 
other, Cherie ventured to ask her what she could 
remember about Etta's death.

"I was only seven," Io recalled. "All I remember is 
that one day Etta was really sick to her stomach so she 
took to bed. About a week later Tam came to my room to 
tell me that Etta had passed to a higher plane and that 
she and Eddie would take care of me from then on."

"They never tried to take her to the hospital?" asked 
Cherie.

"They said she didn't want to go to a hospital. And 
anyway, Dr. Marty was checking on her."

"And nobody ever told you a cause of death?"

"No, I guess not."     

"Aren't you a little bit interested to know what killed 
her, for the record?"

"Yeah, I guess I am now that you bring it up," replied 
Io.

"Listen baby," proposed Cherie. "I want us to take a 
trip into the city, to the courthouse, so that I can 
pull up a death certificate and maybe a few other 
things. Some things that have gone down around here 
just don't make a lot of sense to me and we could both 
sleep better, and be better Cup Maidens, if we had some 
answers."

Io sat up in bed and looked intently into Cherie's 
eyes. "Do you know what you're saying?" she queried. 
"Tam and Eddie aren't going to have a sense of humor 
about you poking around for skeletons. And what if your 
worst suspicions are justified? Then what? They'll dump 
your body somewhere and they'll still have your kid. 
When the shit hits the fan, and it will, I won't have 
the juice to protect you. I'll be doing good to keep my 
own ass out of a ditch."

Cherie knew Io was right and she did not blame her 
lover for having misgivings. Fortunately, Cherie had 
anticipated her reaction and had come up with an idea 
to enhance their strength and give them a little 
insurance.

"What we need," confided Cherie, "is muscle. We need an 
ally among the drones, and I know just the dude."

"L.T.!" whispered Io grinning.

"I want you to get hold of him for me and tell him I'd 
very much like a little date with him. Tell him I want 
to see him sometime the middle of this week. Nothing 
fancy, just the two of us in my room. Me and the big 
fella have business to discuss."

Io was as new at love as Cherie was but she knew that 
being committed to someone sometimes meant taking a 
leap of faith for that person. What her lover was 
proposing amounted to, at best, insubordinate meddling. 
At worst, the woman was talking outright insurrection 
in the Church of Etta. This was dangerous, seditious 
stuff. But thrilling too! And having L.T. on board 
would go a long way towards leveling the field. Both 
the women knew that he would demand a high price for 
his complicity, a price her lover would have to be 
ready to pay at that first meeting, and many times 
thereafter. But Io had faith in Cherie. She would 
submit to the big man and make him an instrument of her 
will. She was a Cup Maiden in full. 


Io made the call and L.T. arrived at the mansion at the 
agreed time. Cherie never doubted he would show up and 
she met him in the foyer, rose up on her toes to kiss 
him and whispered in his ear how glad she was he had 
come. L.T. ran his hands down Cherie's bare back and 
ass. He was already glad he had come too. It was not 
unusual for drones to drop by the mansion at odd hours 
during the week for a snack so no one would have 
thought it especially noteworthy for Cherie to take him 
by the hand and lead him into her bedchamber. She was 
merely fulfilling her obligations as pornae.

L.T. closed the door to Cherie's room behind them; then 
he lifted her up and tossed her onto the bed. Cherie 
let out a cry of surprise as she tried to stop herself 
from bouncing. L.T. began to unbutton his shirt.

"I'm going to take my clothes off now, snow bunny," he 
told her. "And I'm gonna do it slow so you can tell me 
why it is you wanna see me."

Cherie let him steal a look at her shy pink pussy as 
she shifted to all fours and advanced towards him down 
the length of the bed with feline grace. "It gets dull 
around here sometimes," she purred. "You can't blame 
one of Etta's girls for daydreaming about spending a 
little quality one-on-one time with the Alpha."

LT. looked at her askance. "Eddie's the Alpha," he 
reminded her.

"In name only," Cherie countered. "You're the true 
Alpha around here and everybody knows it. Nobody gives 
you shit, except maybe Tam and Eddie. The way I hear 
it, you were the favorite of Etta herself. And then 
Etta dies and these two kids take over. Tam starts 
calling herself High Cup Maiden and she disrespects you 
by making Eddie the Alpha Drone. Eddie? Do you think 
that's how Etta wanted it? You knew the woman."

L.T. was completely disrobed now but instead of 
grabbing Cherie and pounding his dick into her as he 
had been planning not two minutes ago, he just sat on 
the bed next to her, lost in his memories. "I've been 
waiting a long time for somebody around here to start 
talkin' some sense," he finally said. "I loved Etta. 
She was a great lady and I always thought that those 
two killed her, but I can't prove nothin'." 

"I think I can prove it," offered Cherie. "But I'm 
going to need your help. Help me and Io and we'll will 
make you the Alpha."

"Io's in on this too? Shit woman! Why didn't you say 
so? What is it you want me to do?"

Cherie slowly slid her body off the bed and positioned 
herself at L.T.'s feet. "First I need for you to fuck 
me," she cooed and she swallowed the broad head of his 
cock, fellating it lovingly, the way Eve blew Adam in 
the Garden of Eden. The big man growled with pleasure 
and his cock stiffened and climbed into the back of 
Cherie's mouth.

"But there might be something else I want," he informed 
her.

Cherie thought she knew what he was about to tell her 
and hastened to cut him off. "You can't fuck my 
daughter," she told him peremptorily. "At least not 
anytime soon. She's just a child, for chrissake. I 
might want grandchildren someday."

"I'm no babyfucker!" bristled L.T. "What I want is to 
feel your sweet ass wrapped around my pole."

Cherie smiled inwardly. This was exactly what she 
wanted to hear and she had already prepared herself to 
receive all of him. She bade him to lie down on her 
bed. L.T. looked at her doubtfully but did as she 
asked. Cherie straddled his thighs and grasped the base 
of his cock until it stood straight up from his body. 
Placing one hand on his hard stomach, she leaned up and 
forward on her knees and, reaching behind her, grasped 
his monstrous, thick tool and guided to the waiting 
lips of her vagina.

"Is this what you want?" she teased. "No?"

Cherie rocked her pelvis back and forth until the head 
of his cock glistened with her juices. Then, with her 
eyes downcast in resolute concentration, she positioned 
L.T.'s cock back until she felt the head of the thing 
pressure her tight anal sphincter. Cherie exhaled 
slowly, eased her body down and let herself be slowly 
impaled. She closed her eyes tight and cried out in 
pain but continued her downward course letting gravity 
do its work.

Leaning back until she was perpendicular to her man's 
reclining body, and ramrod straight, Cherie seized hold 
of one of his hands and placed his thumb in her mouth. 
She removed the wet appendage and guided it down the 
center line of her body. L.T. took the hint and began 
massaging his broad thumb in slow circles over and 
around Cherie's pert clitoral button. Cherie moaned 
softly as fresh waves of pleasure radiated out from her 
girl and rippled up and down her spine. L.T. gripped 
her waist and thrust hard up into her until all of his 
cock was embedded in Cherie's belly up to her navel.

Unspeakable pain and excruciating pleasure lay equal 
claim to Cherie's body. She set her mind to giving the 
immense, rock hard intruder all of the friction it 
craved while she fought to speak.

"There is... something I want you...to do to.. .me... 
when I am High Cup... Maiden... and you are my... 
Alpha," she coughed in between gasps and groans. "Hang 
me by... my ankles... from the rafters... in the 
sanc... tuary. Bind my wrists like this..." Cherie 
crossed her arms behind her back making her C-cup 
breasts stand high and firm for L.T. "...and fuck my 
throat... God!... I'd love that!"     

Just the mental picture of this anticipated new sex act 
pushed them both to the brink of orgasm. L.T. flipped 
Cherie onto her stomach. He leaned into her with his 
powerful hips and pistoned his cock in and out of 
Cherie's ass until she felt it spasm and flood her 
rectum, releasing her own furious epiphany of 
fulfillment.

Later L.T. lay on his back on the bed watching Cherie's 
ceiling fan go round. Cherie had curled up next to him 
exhausted with the side of her face against his 
pectoral and her fingers playing absently in his silver 
chest hair. Her words still rattled in his brain. Yes, 
he was the true Alpha and everyone knew it. Eddie was a 
usurper. The title of Alpha Drone was just that, a 
title. But L.T. coveted it. And now it would be his 
thanks to this shrewd, deliciously fuckable young woman 
who was only too happy to receive him in every orifice 
of her being.

Cherie stirred and looked into L.T.'s face. "There's 
something I've been wanting to ask you," she whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Did you fuck some girl in the ass while you drowned 
her in the pool?"

"Say what?"

"Nothing. Never mind."


V.   Power Play

Her team in place, Cherie wasted little time arranging 
her fact-finding mission to the county courthouse. 
Ellen Anne had put together an outfit for her to wear: 
a sleeveless blue and white gingham dress, a light knit 
sweater, matching wedges, even a bra and panties! 
Cherie looked at herself in the full-length mirror. It 
was not an ensemble she would have picked for herself, 
at least not this late in the year, but it would have 
to do. It felt strange to have clothes on her body 
again but the dress was a perfect size 2 and Cherie 
thought she looked pretty good in it. She found it 
ironic that being clothed after weeks of enforced 
nudity put her in a mood to fuck. But there was no time 
for that. She had work to do.

Ellen Anne had located Cherie's old briefcase from 
storage. As a paralegal Cherie had not had much use for 
it preferring instead the roomier file cases. Now she 
loaded it with various documents she had gleaned from 
the archives. Cherie did not know how many of these 
little field trips away from the estate she would be 
able to pull off and she wanted at all times to be in a 
position to take her plan to the next level. 

The ideal situation, Cherie knew, was to be able to 
gather enough dirt to secure a court order exhuming 
Etta's body for autopsy. But of course the present 
regime wasted little time having it cremated and the 
ashes were preserved in an urn beneath Etta's portrait 
in the sanctuary. Cherie collected a few teaspoons of 
ash in a small envelope and added it to the contents of 
the briefcase. She was not sure if they would be of any 
use to her today but she wanted them there with her 
just in case.

With the away team assembled, Io placed Cherie in 
handcuffs and led her right out the front door of the 
mansion. Their cover story was that Cherie was being 
taken to a smaller coven of the Children located about 
60 miles away and that she, Io and L.T. would likely 
return late that evening. It was not unusual for Cup 
Maidens, pornae in particular, to be passed around in 
this manner and, since Cherie's hands were cuffed, 
Jeff's boys would not give the matter a second thought. 
The briefcase might have aroused suspicions, however. 
It was concealed in a futon which L.T. stuffed in the 
back of Io's Pathfinder. Once the vehicle was out of 
sight of the mansion, the cuffs came off. For the rest 
of the 30 mile journey into the city, no one hardly 
said a word.

Cherie entered the Hall of Records in high spirits. It 
felt good to be back in her old element. L.T. and Io 
were off killing time somewhere and Cherie was alone to 
do the thing she used to do best. There were answers to 
be had in these millions of archived documents and she 
was going to find them. Cherie had considered looking 
up Io's birth records to discover the identities of her 
biological parents but time was short and Cherie had 
other fish to fry.

She began by finding and copying Etta's death 
certificate. Her cause of death was listed simply as 
"coronary disease" and was signed by Martin C. McGrift, 
M.D., good ol' Dr. Marty. With death certificate in 
hand, Cherie plunged into the probate records and 
located the Last Will and Testament of Etta Marie Ste. 
Cecile-Toutont. It did not surprise her much to read 
that Etta left everything to Eddie and Tam with Eddie 
named as executor. Cherie was more interested in 
authenticating the document. She had in her briefcase 
at least four samples of Etta's signature. 

Now she compared them to the signature on the Will and, 
although she was admittedly no expert in such things, 
she determined that signature to be a forgery. Not an 
obvious forgery, but a forgery all the same. It was the 
attestation of the instrument she found most curious of 
all. Etta's signature had been witnessed by none other 
than Dr. Marty and Jeff. All of the signatures had been 
notarized by a woman Cherie recognized from her 
research as being Martin's former office manager. She 
had also been one of the tribades for several years 
until she was banished for having sexual relations with 
someone outside the Church.

At this point things really began to get interesting. 
About a year after Etta's Will was submitted to 
probate, all of her considerable personal estate, as 
well as all of the assets of the Church, were 
transferred to a not-for-profit corporation called the 
Foundation for the Moral Advancement of Young Women. 
Cherie laughed out loud when she read that one. She 
pulled up the corporation's charter and discovered that 
its Board of Trustees consisted of Eddie, Tam, Martin 
and Jeff, and its officers were Eddie and Tam. 

The Foundation was easily the largest single property 
holder in the county. Cherie kept a running toll of 
assets in her head that had a combined value well into 
eight figures. And this was only for real and personal 
property holdings in the county. She surmised that, 
given a full accounting, the final tally of assets 
would be much, much larger. Everything had been 
consolidated into the Foundation. Even title to Tam and 
Eddie's house and cars, as well as those of the other 
trustees, were held by it. Tam and Eddie, Martin and 
Jeff were sitting on top of an empire, a financial 
behemoth, all thanks to the late Etta.

Cherie's first impulse was to gather up the papers she 
had found and take them straight to the lawyers, but 
she demurred. Her instincts told her that a key piece 
of the puzzle was still missing. After another two 
hours of searching, she found it. When Io was just two 
years old, Etta had papers drawn up and filed legally 
adopting the child. Io was Etta's daughter and sole 
heir and no one, not Tam or Eddie, not even Io herself, 
had any idea! 

Now Cherie was ready to light the fuse. She hastily 
organized her treasure trove of documents and stuffed 
them into the briefcase, then she gathered up her bored 
confederates and hustled them to the car. They still 
had one more stop to make. They were headed to the law 
firm where Cherie had most recently worked. It was time 
to bring some big guns to bear. The idea of hanging out 
in a law office did not appeal much to L.T. so they 
took him to a tittie bar. Io gave him a hundred bucks 
and told him to stay out of trouble until they came 
back for him.

Simon Lindenmeyer was a senior partner who specialized 
in estate planning and probate litigation. Like the 
rest of the partners and associates, he had never been 
especially fond of Cherie, if he ever even acknowledged 
her existence at all. And no one at the firm was 
pleased at the sudden, mysterious manner by which she 
left their employ. Now it was late afternoon and Cherie 
was camped out in the waiting area with some strange, 
gum-smacking teenager. Mr. Lindenmeyer reluctantly 
agreed to give them five minutes of his time. He was a 
busy man.

They all sat down at a conference table and, without 
preamble, Cherie launched into a chronological 
recitation of facts supported by documents she pushed 
across the table to him one at a time. With Cherie ten 
minutes into her presentation, the elder attorney 
decided he rather liked Cherie. He liked her a lot. Mr. 
Lindenmeyer buzzed his secretary and told her to clear 
his schedule for the rest of the day and to bring him 
the requisite new client representation contracts ASAP. 
His wife had been nagging him to retire and now he 
could. When this case finished paying out, he could 
retire to the Keys if he wanted to.

As they drove back to the mansion that evening, Cherie 
recounted the day's events to L.T. who was excited and 
aroused by what he heard. He wanted to stay the night 
with Cherie and that was okay except she did not think 
Io should have to sleep alone after having received the 
news of how egregiously she had been betrayed all these 
years. She was driving at frightful speed and kept 
repeating how Tam and Eddie and the rest were all dead 
to her. Cherie proposed that they bed down together for 
the night and the motion carried unanimously. It made 
Cherie wet just thinking about it. Both of her lovers 
were going to be in one bed and she intended to fuck 
them right into dream land.

That night in Io's room the three cabalists held their 
own impromptu ritual. L.T. filled one maiden and then 
the other and the women drank a toast to their success 
from each other's cups.  Afterward they all lay in bed 
together and spoke in low voices of the brave new world 
that awaited them once the work that was begun that day 
was complete.

Cherie chose the following Friday for the 
confrontation. Tam, Eddie and Cindy would be arriving 
in the afternoon in anticipation of that night's 
ceremonies. The next day they were to embark on their 
"road trip." Cherie planned to meet them outside in 
front of the mansion. She did not want Eddie and Tam 
stepping foot in the house she had begun to think of as 
Io's and her own.  
  
Friday afternoon was warm but damp. It had rained off 
and on most of the day. Cherie had dressed herself in a 
white blouse, black skirt, heels and hose. She was not 
dressed for fucking. She was dressed for battle. Her 
mind was her gun and the file folder in her hand was 
the ammunition. Io, L.T. and Ellen Anne were also 
outside to witness the carnage. Cherie would have 
preferred not to have so much back up. Today she feared 
no one, especially not Eddie or Tam. The problem was 
that Io insisted she be present. She wanted to bite a 
chunk out of Tam's face. This bit of performance art 
was something Cherie could do without and, because she 
was not sure L.T. could restrain Io by himself, she 
asked her handmaiden to stand by as well.

Just as expected, an SUV pulled into the drive in front 
of the mansion. Eddie, Tam, Cindy and Andronica were 
all inside. The vehicle had hardly come to a complete 
stop before the front passenger door swung open and Tam 
charged out. Three other doors opened as well.

"It looks like some little bitch forgot the rules 
around here!" Tam raged as she stomped over to where 
Cherie was silently standing her ground. "If your ass 
is not bare by the time I count to..."

Tam never got to finish that thought. Cherie held up a 
piece of paper eyeball level to her face.

"What the fuck is this?" Tam sputtered.

"I'm going to try to explain this to you slowly and I 
need for you to listen carefully," instructed Cherie. 
"This is an ex parte order placing the assets of the 
Foundation in receivership. All of the assets, all of 
the bank accounts, all the lines of credit, everything 
are seized and frozen pending an investigation."

Tam took the piece of paper and stared at it dumbly. 
Eddie stepped forward to join the fray and help out his 
wife. "Investigation of what?" he demanded.

"Let's start with submitting a forged will to probate 
and the theft and gross mismanagement of Church 
assets," Cherie began. "Then let's talk about the way 
you defrauded Etta's daughter out of her inheritance."  
      
Tam and Eddie stared at Cherie dumbfounded as if she 
was speaking some new kind of English that they had not 
quite got the hang of yet. "Daughter?" they asked.

Cherie showed them the adoption papers. They honestly 
had no idea. "Etta adopted Io?" they wanted to know.

"That's Mme. Ste. Cecile-Toutont to you, douche bags!" 
shouted little Io as L.T. held her by the elbows.

"But it gets even better," Cherie continued. "There 
will be a full investigation of Etta's murder with 
indictments soon to follow."

Eddie felt some of his old confidence returning. Cherie 
had caught him flatfooted with her photocopies and wild 
accusations but now she had gone too far. She had 
overplayed her hand and the game was up for her. Too 
bad. She was a terrific piece of ass. It would be 
missed.

"How are you going to prove murder?" he condescended to 
ask. "Etta was cremated, you dumb cunt. The old bag's 
nothing but ashes now."

"Ashes which you were so kind as to preserve for us," 
replied Cherie evenly. "This might be a news flash for 
you but heavy metals don't burn, dingus. Elements like 
lead, cadmium, thallium, antimony, arsenic will all 
still be present in high concentrations in the ash."

Cherie was not sure if she was on solid forensic 
ground, but no matter. She just hoped she could state 
her case with enough authority to frighten her 
antagonists into doing something stupid. With this plan 
in mind, she leaned into the pair.

"I have turned over a sample of Etta's ashes to my 
attorneys who have forwarded it on to the D.A.'s office 
for analysis. If the test results come back negative, I 
will gladly ride somebody's dick to the bottom of the 
pool. If they come back positive, warrants will be 
issued for your arrest for fraud and murder."

Cherie's gambit worked splendidly. Eddie had heard 
enough. It had been a good run but he knew his and 
Tam's little show was over. He would like to have 
killed Cherie where she stood but L.T.'s presence in 
her corner made such a move ill-advised. There was 
nothing left to do but to make a run for it. He 
retreated quickly towards the SUV. Tam turned to follow 
but as she did she grabbed the hand of Cindy who had 
moved in close to follow the confrontation between her 
surrogates and this new Cup Maiden she had once called 
her mom. Cherie reached out and snatched the other hand 
and for a moment the child was caught in a tug of war 
between the two women.

"Let go of my daughter, you cow, unless you want to add 
a charge of kidnapping to the list," she advised Tam 
icily.

"Forget about the brat, Tam!" called Eddie as he 
started up the car. "Let's just get the fuck outta 
here!"

As a stiff rain began to fall, they watched Tam and 
Eddie exit the driveway and peel out onto the main road 
never to be seen nor heard from again. Andronica was 
standing off to the side numbly. She had just watched 
the tumblers of her own fortunes be radically re-
aligned and she could not begin to think of what to do 
or what was to become of her now that she had been 
deserted by her benefactress. Ellen Anne came over to 
her side and, taking her by the elbow, led her into the 
mansion.

Cindy's world had also just been knocked on its side 
and she looked up at her mother with fear and 
uncertainty as raindrops streamed down both their 
faces. Cherie's eyes, so much like her daughter's and, 
some would say, Etta's, surveyed the child coolly.

"And now, young lady, there is the little matter of 
what to do with you."

After everyone else had gone inside, Cherie took Cindy 
firmly by the shoulders and walked her to the door. 
This was going to be a day the child would long 
remember. It was, among other things, her twelfth 
birthday.  


VI.   The Cleansing of the Temple

The group of the Children who were outside: Cherie, Io, 
L.T., Ellen Anne, Andronica and Cindy, gathered in the 
anteroom. Everyone looked to Cherie for direction of 
what to do next. She gestured to Andronica and Cindy 
and said, "I want those two stripped and taken into the 
inner sanctum. The ritual of Ascension begins now."

Cherie began removing her wet clothes and tossed them 
onto a nearby chair. She had not really thought through 
how the ritual she now contemplated should proceed. She 
doubted if there was a specific protocol as there was 
no precedent in the Church of Etta for what was about 
to take place. Io, L.T. and Ellen Anne wasted little 
time following Cherie's lead. Even Andronica obediently 
stripped and waited to be told what to do next. Io 
gleefully set upon Cindy's clothing, squeezing and 
biting her body as she went. Soon the Incarnation was 
standing shivering in the anteroom, naked but for her 
flower tiara and necklace.

L.T. picked up Cindy and threw her over his shoulder. 
As he carried her into the inner sanctum, the child 
looked like some tiny broken doll as she lay draped 
across his broad, muscled chest and back. Cherie 
instructed him to put her down on one of the harrowing 
mats. While the child looked on in confusion, the ropes 
were looped around her knees and her legs were spread 
wide.

"You've been a very bad girl," Cherie told her sternly. 
"Now you must be punished."
Cherie snatched the necklace and round diamond and 
sapphire pendant from around her neck. 

"I'm sorry mommy! Aunt Tam and Uncle Eddie, they made 
me do it! I'm sorry!" the child cried, but it was much 
too late for that. Cherie took up a pair of scissors 
and went to work on Cindy's blond tresses.

"There'll be no more tiaras for you, little lady," 
Cherie assured her. "I advise you to hold still." Cindy 
begged and wept pitiably but her mother did not put 
away the shears until there was a pile of blond locks 
with bits of blue and white flowers on the sanctuary 
carpet. The remaining hair on the girl's head was as 
short and boyish as Io's.

Cherie sat up on her knees to survey her handiwork. 
"Not bad. It's a damn sight better hair cut than what 
my mother gave me. You look cute, kid." Cherie leaned 
forward and bound the child's wrists to a bolt in the 
floor. As she did this, she told her, "I saw the movies 
you made with Tam and Eddie so I know you're not going 
to mind too much what's about to happen to you while 
you're tied to this mat just like I was. This is the 
only way I know to get you back."

Cindy wept and begged to be let go but it was no use. 
Cherie was not listening to her. She was too busy 
appraising her 12 year old daughter's body as she lay 
stretched open and writhing beneath her. She could 
hardly believe how much Cindy had developed in just the 
last few weeks. Her legs had grown more shapely and her 
hips were much more pronounced than they had been. No 
hint of baby fat remained anywhere on her and her 
breasts were already as well-defined and full as Io's. 
She had no pubes. Tam had obviously seen to that. 
Between the girl's legs, her vulva was an exact 
miniature of Cherie's with distinct labial petals and a 
dainty clitoral nubbin. Cherie ruefully attributed this 
sudden maturation to all the semen Eddie pumped into 
her, the bastard.   

Meanwhile, things were not all business as usual in the 
temple for Cup Maiden Andronica. Io commanded her to 
lay on the carpet beneath and directly between two of 
the broad rafters. Andronica was confused but did as 
she was told. A long length of rope was wrapped several 
times and tied to each of her wrists and ankles. The 
free ends of the ropes were then tossed over the tops 
of the rafters. The ropes attached to her wrists were 
pulled taut until her arms were raised up and out over 
her head, but in this position she was still able to 
sit comfortably upright on the floor. 

Andronica had seen too much today. She had by no means 
recovered from the shock of watching Tam and Eddie 
abandon her in the rain outside the mansion while they 
sped away like fugitives. Her mind could only be made 
to work at the most rudimentary level so she still had 
not grasped what was about to happen to her. It came as 
a cruel shock to her then when L.T. and Io tugged hard 
on the ropes attached to her ankles and her entire body 
was lifted nearly three feet off the carpet. The ropes 
were tied down to four bolts in the floor and Andronica 
was left to dangle suspended face up in the air. She 
screamed and struggled and begged to be let down. This 
accomplished absolutely nothing except to cause her 
body to sway and swing a few inches in every direction. 

For this strange new ritual, her every orifice would be 
available for penetration. But Io was not yet satisfied 
with Andronica's predicament. Something remained undone 
and Io made a show of pausing to consider what that 
something might be. Then her face lit up and she said, 
"Ah-ha!" as she seized a blindfold and practically 
skipped over to her distressed sister. Io bent down and 
told Andronica she was to be blind to what would be 
happening and that she hoped the symbolism was not lost 
on her. Io then blindfolded her. The last thing 
Andronica saw was an upside down view of Io's already 
very moist pussy. 

The Children had begun to arrive at the mansion. Each 
one disrobed and filed into the sanctuary like they did 
most every week. But tonight the congregants were 
uneasy. Like any close-knit society of human beings, 
the Church of Etta had its own rumor mill which had 
been grinding furiously. While details of the showdown 
in the driveway remained scarce, everyone had a feeling 
that great changes were afoot in the temple. All these 
vague misgivings seemed justified when each drone or 
tribade stepped through the arch and was greeted by the 
sight of the Incarnation pinned and spread-eagled on 
the floor next to a pile of her shorn locks and a Cup 
Maiden dangling from all fours from the ceiling, and 
Tam and Eddie nowhere in sight.

Cherie awoke from her reverie. She looked about the 
room and with some surprise noticed almost thirty of 
the Children were sitting on the floor watching her. 
She stood up and walked over to the drones until she 
saw the young man who had given her her first orgasm. 
Cherie pointed to him. "Hey you! Fuck my daughter." She 
never thought she would hear herself say that.

The young man grinned and practically leaped over to 
where Cindy lay. This was something every drone had 
been dreaming about and now, for this drone, the dream 
had come true. He was going to shove his dick into the 
haughty little girl they had crowned the Incarnation. 
He carefully positioned himself over Cindy's body and 
guided the head of his penis to the concealed little 
mouth of her vagina. She was frightened and dry and 
begged him to just go away. Then she threw back her 
head and shrieked as he pressed his hips down and 
stabbed the length of his cock deep into her warm, 
tight cunt. With his head and shaft anointed at last 
with her little girl juices, the man began to pump her 
vigorously.

Cherie stood near by, her feet set wide apart and her 
arms folded beneath her breasts, watching. "That's 
right, don't pay her any mind. Just fuck her. Fuck her 
harder! Fuck her little brains out! Finish her." Then 
she knelt down beside her daughter and advised her to 
"take it like a woman or I'll have L.T. come over here 
and show you what real fucking is all about."

Her words must have reached Cindy for the child ceased 
all her pointless writhing and bawling, and instead, 
she clamped her teeth together, looked her assailant in 
the eye, and began fucking him back. She rose up from 
her hips and resolutely met each of his downward 
thrusts until a soft purr of mounting excitement 
escaped her throat. Within minutes she had wrung every 
precious drop of the drone's essence into the snug 
embrace of her tiny, throbbing cup.

The young man lay spent and exhausted on top of Cindy 
while everyone watched silently and very much aroused. 
He could probably have stayed nestled in that warm, 
soft place all night had not Io walked over and tapped 
him on the shoulder. "You can go sit down now," she 
pointedly told him. As soon as he was out of the way, 
Io fell upon Cindy's pussy. She drank deeply from the 
girl's cup giving her several sharp little nips on and 
around her vulva and clit for no other reason than to 
hear the girl yelp and to feel her buck and squirm 
against her open mouth.

When she was finally done with Cindy, Io fell to the 
floor. She convulsed her limbs and rolled about on the 
carpet for a moment before stopping to stare glassy-
eyed into the rafters. The Children were all completely 
enthralled. Then Cherie took her place between Cindy's 
spread and bound thighs. Mother and daughter, their 
fierce blue eyes met and locked and stayed locked as 
Cherie's head slowly descended down to the level of 
Cindy's sharp little mound. Cherie reached out with her 
tongue and ran it lightly up and down Cindy's inner 
curl of moist, pink flesh. She had intended to repeat 
this exercise several times but she could not. As if 
her tongue had taken it upon itself to yank the rest of 
her body forward, Cherie leaned in suddenly, clasped 
her mouth over Cindy's vaginal opening and sucked 
lustily. She could not believe how delectably sweet her 
daughter's pussy tasted. Cherie knew she was going to 
be partaking of this little cup for years to come. 

With her mother's tongue probing deeply into and around 
the hot neck of her cup, Cindy gyrated her pelvis 
rhythmically. The motion was subtle at first for Cindy 
was still quite upset with her mother and did not want 
her to know how aroused she had become by this 
incestuous oral fucking. But soon the gyrations became 
pronounced and lewd as one very adult climax and after 
another wracked the splayed length and breadth of her 
tiny body.

After Cherie had partaken of this most satisfying of 
revelations, she drew herself forward on her hands and 
knees until she was eye-to-eye with Cindy and kissed 
her on the lips. With her breath still redolent of the 
juices from her little girl's honey pot, she whispered 
thickly into her ear, "Cindy Johansson, you are my 
daughter. You are my Cup Maiden!" 

Little Io stood up and mounted the dais. Cherie came up 
beside her and, as all the Children gasped and stared, 
placed the round pendant of the Incarnation around Io's 
neck. She completed the act of coronation by allowing 
Io to take her in her arms. The two women then shared a 
long, passionate kiss. Standing in front of the 
cathedra, Io turned to face the gathered, stunned 
Children. When she spoke, Io's voice resounded through 
the sanctuary and much of the surrounding estate.

"I am Etta's daughter, her heir and her incarnation," 
she told them. "I hereby claim the gift of seeing as my 
own. Bow before the Incarnation!"

With little hesitation, the Children all knelt before 
Io's feet as she took her place in the high stone 
chair. After a moment she bade them to sit up.

"Now that I am your Incarnation and Mother Etta speaks 
through me, there are some things I must tell you, my 
children," Io continued solemnly. "First, you should 
know that Tam and Eddie are dead, or at least they will 
be if they show their ugly faces 'round here!"

A murmur rose and died among the congregation and then 
nothing could be heard but for the soft weeping of the 
blindfolded Cup Maiden hanging from the rafters. But 
the new Incarnation was not finished.

"Martin. Jeff. Stand up!" she commanded. The two men 
rose reluctantly to their feet, their hands folded 
defensively over their withered cocks. "You both have 
five minutes to get your asses out of here, and I 
suggest you put on some clothes and go find yourselves 
some lawyers. You're going to need them. If I ever see 
either of you around here again, I will personally cut 
your nuts off and feed them to the dogs! Now go!"

Io pointed to the exit, her dark eyes blazing. The 
drone called Martin walked stiffly through the beaded 
curtain. Jeff turned and looked to Brian and the rest 
of his crew but these drones all just cast their eyes 
to the carpet. Jeff was on his own now and he too 
disappeared from the sanctuary and the Church.

Having dispensed with this necessary bit of house 
cleaning, Io turned her attention to more pleasant 
matters. "As your mother and leader, I can assure you 
there will be more Cup Maidens added to the fold, the 
better to accommodate you journey on the path to 
perfect peace, my daughters. This is my covenant to 
you."

This piece of news was welcomed as warmly by the drones 
as it was the tribades.

"Finally," Io told them, "be it witnessed by all that 
Cherie shall be and is my High Cup Maiden."

Cherie rose and took her place on the right hand side 
of Io's seat. Io turned to her. "Who shall be your 
Alpha, my High Cup Maiden?"

Cherie looked over the faces of the assembled drones 
and announced with pride, "Be it known that I choose 
L.T. to be my Alpha."

The big man rose, his face beaming with satisfaction, 
and strode like a warrior to take his place on the left 
hand side of the Incarnation. With all the pieces now 
in place, Io turned to the matter of Andronica. Her 
voice began to crack with commingled anger and lust.

"Tonight, oh my children, to consecrate my Ascension, 
my sister Andronica has offered up all of her body to 
be scourged and harrowed, as is most pleasing to Etta!"

Io jumped down from her throne. She walked over to 
Andronica and knelt down to whisper in her ear. "You 
don't have to do this," she told her. "Just say the 
word and I will cut you down but if I do, you'll have 
to leave here and never come back. You won't be a Cup 
Maiden. You won't be my sister. You'll have to go back 
to being nothing."

"Please let me stay," pleaded Andronica. "I'll do it. 
I'll do anything you want."

"I'm glad to here you say that," replied Io. "As of 
tonight, you will be living in the mansion. I've 
prepared a room for you right next to mine. You will be 
pornae, at least for the time being."

Andronica thanked her tearfully but Io hardly heard 
her. She had located her leather flail and positioned 
herself behind Andronica so that she was looking at the 
back of her firm, caramel legs, ass and exposed vulva. 
Like a major league pitcher bringing the heat, Io wound 
up and brought the whip down smartly dead center across 
the vertical seam from which Andronica's clit and labia 
peeped out. Andronica, who was still blindfolded, 
screamed in shock and sudden ghastly pain as her body 
swayed and jerked in the air like some poor, stricken 
marionette. Io brought the lash down again, crack, 
across the unfortunate girl's thighs and buttocks, 
crack, over her belly, mound and slit, crack, down her 
taint and anus. All the while Andronica continued to 
shriek and bounce.

Io stepped up between Andronica's legs and began 
bringing the flail ends of the lash down hard across 
the erring maiden's breasts and nipples. Cherie decided 
she had seen enough. Andronica's only crime, as far as 
Cherie could tell, was having been Tam's friend. Cherie 
would stop this and, if her lover still had the 
bloodlust by the end of the evening, she was welcome to 
lash Cherie's body when they retire to their bed. 
Cherie firmly took hold of Io's whip hand. The girl 
turned on her, her face black and contorted.

"Io baby, I want you to listen to me," Cherie told her 
as calmly as she could. "You are our leader now, and 
sometimes leading means knowing when to cut someone a 
little slack."

Io glowered at her but finally relented and allowed 
Cherie to gently pry her fingers from the whip's wooden 
stock. She looked over to L.T. and told him, "She's all 
yours now." Then she and Cherie, arms around each 
other's shoulders, ascended the dais.

Andronica hung from her four ropes. She was moaning and 
her head lolled unsupported, but it would not be 
unsupported for long. L.T. walked up to her and, taking 
his formidable erection in hand, allowed its tip to 
brush across her lips. Andronica understood and opened 
wide her mouth to receive his cock. L.T. eased it in 
and out of her mouth, pushing in a little further each 
time. Looking down he could watch his cock penetrate 
deeper into Andronica's soft, slender neck.

While he fucked her throat, L.T. directed first one 
drone and then other to lay into her sore, vulnerable 
pussy. With two men fucking in tandem on either end of 
the girl, they easily fell into a rhythm by which the 
deep, forward thrusts into her abdomen caused her body 
to swing forward until all of L.T.'s 12" penis 
disappeared up her neck only to partially reappear as 
she swung back to greet the next stroke of the cock 
that was being thrust into her vagina. For L.T., the 
sensation was delightful; he hardly needed to move at 
all. For Andronica, less so. She was never sure when 
she might be able to snatch fresh air into her lungs 
again. Thin lines of drool and L.T.'s precum streamed 
from the sides of her mouth down past and into the 
cloth of her blindfold.

With Andronica's cup overflowing, L.T. gave orders to 
his drones to begin plugging away on her ass. By an 
impressive feat of self-control, he had forestalled the 
moment of his own climax in order to draw out the 
maiden's ordeal of merciless double penetration. Her 
swinging became more pronounced and vigorous as her 
prim anal ring resisted and then yielded to each new 
intruder. At last the large man could hold back no 
longer. With a deep growl, he rammed himself fully down 
Andronica's neck until his immense scrotum enveloped 
and tightened around her nose and thick ropes of semen 
flooded her esophagus.

At last the Alpha withdrew the length of his 
temporarily satisfied cock from her throat and mouth. 
No longer supported by that stern beam, her head lolled 
all the way back until viscous globs of saliva and seed 
rolled down from her gaping mouth and congealed in 
trails in her permed black ringlets of hair. With a big 
drone still sawing away on the tender walls of her 
rectum, Andronica choked and pleaded for Io to release 
her from the cords which still held her suspended.

After the drone had spent himself deep into the 
maiden's anal cavity, Io obliged her, but only half 
way. At Io's signal, Ellen Anne sliced the ropes which 
held Andronica's arms, but the bindings around her 
ankles remained tautly in place. Consequently, the back 
of the maiden's head, neck and shoulders fell to the 
floor with the rest of her body suspended above her at 
an angle of 45 uncomfortable degrees. With her cup thus 
elevated, L.T. sent a succession of eager drones into 
her pussy until its contents flowed freely between her 
buttocks, down the length of her spine and puddled 
sloppily beneath her shoulder blades. Thus filled up 
from this position, Andronica paid her penance to all 
of the tribade-sisters who closed in around her to 
partake and receive their revelation until the 
evening's ritual was mercifully at an end.

Throughout Andronica's ordeal, little Cindy remained 
bound on her mat, on display but otherwise untouched. 
As Andronica was at last released and helped to her 
feet, Cherie gathered up Cindy and, along with 
Andronica and Io, ushered her into the sanctuary of the 
Cup Maidens. There the child was embraced as an equal 
in the sacred sisterhood of the Cup Maidens of Etta, 
with the one exception that her mother sternly 
admonished her not to even think about getting a drink 
from the bar. That night Cindy, Cherie and Io retired 
together to the apartment Io and Cherie now shared. 
There the three maidens romped together in the big bed 
until the sleep goddess arrived to claim her due. They 
had all had a big day.

The following day Cherie and Cindy never left each 
other's side. Between them there were many amends to be 
made and pardons freely granted. The Harrowing Ritual 
was held that evening and, at their mutual insistence, 
mother and daughter were bound side by side on the 
chamber's floor. For two hours Cherie and Cindy 
joyfully fucked and fed all comers until the last 
bitter remnants of their estrangement had been pumped 
and sucked out of their hearts. The renewed bond 
between them was strong. It was stronger than any 
mother-daughter bond had ever been for Cherie and Cindy 
were now bound together by ties of blood and of the 
cup. They had gone down the path together, and together 
had staked out their own little corner of perfect 
peace.  


VII.   Epilogue

The Church of Etta thrives under the new regime. Io and 
Cherie have instituted several reforms, most of which 
pertain to the manner by which new Cup Maidens are 
selected. While the duties and privileges of a woman 
with that title have remained virtually unchanged, 
certain elements of coercion and deception formerly 
incidental to the selection and early training process 
have, where practicable, been eliminated. Prospective 
candidates are now discretely screened and carefully 
vetted. And, thanks largely to Io and Cherie's webpage 
and some very tantalizing word of mouth dropped into 
the ears of a privileged few, there is today no 
shortage of beautiful and intelligent young women eager 
to have the title of Cup Maiden of Etta bestowed upon 
them. Cherie and Io have already selected, and 
personally sampled, three such women.

Eddie and Tam remain at large. Cherie knows that, with 
the resources of the Foundation behind her, she could 
easily track the pair down and mete out justice to them 
personally. But today Cherie's mind is not vexed by 
thoughts of revenge. She is living in their house, 
sleeping in their bed, driving their cars and gleefully 
spending the money they had once thought was their own. 
This, she believes, should be vengeance enough.

The hand-to-mouth existence of Cherie's former life is 
now only a memory and she is today free to pursue other 
interests. Cherie elected to take her education to the 
next level and today she is a third year law student 
and expects to graduate near the top of her class. 
After she has passed the bar, and no one who knows her 
has any doubt but that she will, Cherie anticipates 
having only one client: the church to which she has 
dedicated herself: mind, body and soul.  

Cherie and Cindy remain as close as ever. By all 
appearances, they lead an unremarkable suburban life 
during the week. Cherie is dedicated to her studies and 
Cindy is a happy, well-adjusted teenager who excels in 
her own school work. But on the weekends they are Cup 
Maidens of Etta. Who would ever want to walk away from 
that?

Cherie hopes anyone who reads her story will glean 
something of value they can use in their own life, and 
that she not be judged too harshly. It is her firm 
belief that she acted at all times only as some very 
unusual circumstances demanded. Nothing more, nothing 
less.  Her conscience is clear and she has no regrets. 
It is Cherie's fondest wish that each of you finds your 
own path to perfect peace.

THE END

Author's Note: In presenting this account of Cherie's 
experiences, I have strived to remain true to the facts 
as they occurred. Of the events hereinbefore recounted 
not actually witnessed by me, I have relied primarily 
upon Cherie's own version of events supplemented by the 
accounts of certain others who were also present. Where 
these accounts have been in conflict, I have taken some 
license in reconciling them so as to provide the reader 
with a more cohesive narrative. In the interests of 
privacy, the names of persons depicted, including the 
name of the Church's founding matriarch, have been 
changed or omitted.   M.C.       

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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