| Girls of Hathor, Chapter 1 Deep in the woods, very near to where you live, there exists a secret society. A secret sect of pagans who gather and practice their rituals honoring godesses long thought dead and honing their magicks in secrecy, in solitude. They live among us, so close to us, yet so far away. It is their magicks which keep them hidden, but you've met them before. They go to our schools, they hang out in our malls, they play in our parks. There, they smell the bloodline, and try to gather The Lost Ones back into the flock. I know this is true, because I was one of these so called Lost Ones. They found me, they took me back home, back to the loving arms of Hathor, a goddess of fertility and of motherhood. Long ago, the ancient Egyptian gods and goddesses walked the earth, and they took lovers and had children. I am one of Hathor's bloodline, and when I was six, they came for me. They showed me their ways, and offered me the choice to join them or return back to the life I knew. I chose the life I had never known, but had always felt, had always yearned for. Now I'm older, you wouldn't believe me if I told you how old I was because to you I appear to be just another budding beauty, just another 'tween' that dresses to tease older men. Truth is, I have no use for men, but you just don't understand that, do you? The idea of a 'teeny bopper' dressing sexy to seduce older women escapes your thoughts, you can't wrap your brain around it. Trust me, I'm not alone. Not by a long shot. It wasn't easy to get permission to share my story with you. I'm the first to be allowed. The other elders and I worked a great number of spells which will make this story only ring true to The Lost Ones. If, after hearing this story, memories emerge that feel distant, like another life, you may be one of us. If you start having dreams about us, if you see one of us in a public place and your juices start flowing, your heart starts racing and your mind is filled only with sexual thoughts you don't understand... it may be a sign that you too are part of our bloodline, or that of another Great Mother. It may be too late to join one of our sects, but rest assured that in the Next Life, you shall be welcomed back amongst us. For now just watch us, love us as you'd love your own children, think about us when you are sexual with your partners or yourself. This is the simplest and most easily heard and effective form of prayer. She will hear you, and you will not be forsaken. This is the experiences I've had living in Hathor's Embrace. May You Shine in Her Light, and Find Shelter In Her Dark. Blessed Be! The Scouting When a Lost One reaches her sixth mortal birthday, her body begins a mystical transformation. Imperceptible to all but the bloodline, it is through these changes that she can be found by others. Those who are skilled at finding the Lost Ones are called Scouts, and they monitor these new potentials closely and look for signs of unhappiness. If a Lost One is content with life, even away from the flock, then they are never approached and told any of their true heritage. It's not our way to meddle or disrupt happiness. It's possible they are in the appropriate place. But if a Lost One has an unhappy life, one devoid of pleasures both sexual and secular, they may be longing for a return to Her grace. They may be suffering because of the spiritual bond being broken, and it is the scouts job then to present themselves to the Lost One, sometimes called a Little Lamb, and show them joys they never knew. The easiest and most common way they do this is through sexual play, although other ways exist. Exactly what happens can vary, but I remember my scouting very well. I was almost seven years old, and had a very unhappy life. I was picked on for being overweight, my parents paid me no attention, and we grew up in poverty. I used to find as many excuses to leave the house as I could, and I often walked to a nearby park that turned out to be like a faerie glen for the bloodline. I'd met Amber and Jasmine there before, and we'd played on swings, the slide, and the jungle gym. I thought they were ordinary nine or ten year old girls. But one day, Jasmine was playing on the Jungle Gym, and I remember seeing her just sitting on the top, straddling a pipe between her legs. I remember seeing her slide along it, bumping herself up and down the length of the pipe bar with her butt. I remember her leaning forward and almost laying down as she rubbed her body back and forth over it. I thought it was a silly way to play, but saw no harm and she seemed to enjoy herself. “Come on up!” she called to me, and I climbed the jungle gym in my denim jumper and little cotton panties. We all played barefoot all the time, and loved the feeling of the grass and the earth beneath our feet, between our toes. When I got to the top, I must have put my hand where Jasmine had been sliding herself, because the metal was damp. I thought she must've peed herself up there, and for some reason that thought made me almost have to pee too. My friend spread her legs out in front of her then, and I realized she didn't have any panties on! I must've gasped or stared because she knew I was looking and said “I don't like wearing panties, I like it when my bare cunny rubs against things, like the jungle gym bars.” “Isn't that naughty?” I said to her. “Why would it be naughty? Don't you ever rub against things to, you know, make yourself feel good?” I shook my head no, but resolved to trying it soon. “Don't you ever touch it? Amber and I love how good it feels to touch ours. Sometimes we touch each other's too.” Amber blushed to here Jasmine say this, and I knew it must be true. Amber lost her shyness and said “Wanna show her?” and Jasmine quickly said “Yeah I do. Want to watch?” I wanted to see it so much, and I told them so. We all got down from the jungle gym and they laid down next to each other in the grass as I sat only a foot or so away. Both girls were in short jumper dresses like me, but I soon realized Amber also had nothing under hers. They pulled their dresses up around their waists, and I noticed the striking difference between the two girls private parts. Jasmine's 'button' was sticking out and was a little pinker than the rest of her skin. It looked like she had a small penis just above her vagina, while Amber's puffy labia hid her clit completely. I didn't know yet it was because of the extra attention Jasmine's had recently gotten. The girls were smiling such pretty smiles and they kissed each other's lips with just a soft peck before they each reached between their friend's legs and spread open the lips to give me a better look. I started getting damp and I knew I had wet my panties as I watched this loving and erotic display between my two friends. They touched each other so sweetly, so romantically, and began their very slow caress of each other's hooded clits. They placed their middle fingers on the top of the bump and curled their fingers, pushing it between the lips and exposing the tiny pearl beneath the hoods. Sometimes they made circles too, and then Jasmine licked her own finger and used it to tap her friend's sweet spot rapidly. “This feels SOOOO g-g-g-g-o-o-o-o-o-o-d!” Amber bellowed to her friend. She turned to me and said “you have to let us do it to you, you'll never forgive yourself if you don't.” She was right, I had to feel it, and I quickly nodded and stripped off my panties, and lay them next to me. Surprisingly, I felt no shame in being nude in front of these older girls. It was so welcoming, so friendly. “May I kiss you?” Jasmine asked. “like a lover would?” “You mean with your tongue? I've never done that.” “We don't have to.” she assured me, “But I'd like to.” “Me too, it's just...” I hesitated “I don't know what to do.” She ran her fingers through my golden hair and said “Just do what feels right. Always do what feels right.” And we shared our first kiss. I was timid at first, but she wasn't forceful, she was ginger and used her tongue to just lightly tease my own, until I became the aggressor in the kiss. The harder I pushed my tongue against hers, the louder she'd moan before giving it right back. My eyes had closed when we started kissing, but I wanted to see her face. When I opened my eyes, I saw Amber next to me, her hands between her legs, still stroking herself. When the kiss ended, Amber sat next to where I lay, her butt aligned with mine. Jasmine stayed up by my head and smiled assuringly down at me as she played with my hair and then held my hand. Amber parted my knees and then touched my belly with one hand. She started rubbing all around my belly button, making circles with her finger touching me with just a feather's weight. After a few seconds of this, she trailed her hand downward, still making circles on my skin. When she first touched my pleasure bump, my whole body stiffened, and I clamped Amber's hand in place as my knees slammed together. Both girls laughed and Amber said “Wow, you really haven't ever been touched there before.” “It feels so, so strong. Like my whole body felt it.” “That's because it's your sacred spot. This is the Guardian of your Temple.” “The Guardian?” Jasmine spoke up and said “Don't worry about all that for now, just relax and concentrate hard on the feelings.” Then she spread my legs again and nodded at Amber who continued rubbing me. As my soft moans began, Jasmine started on my nipples, kissing and licking at one playfully while she'd ever so gently rub the other, then switch off. My first orgasm ever was building. I needed it so much and I hadn't even known it. I felt all the shit in my life wash away as the sensations overtook my body and my mind. It was like a part of me was moving, traveling to a place where negativity wasn't allowed. It felt like a sacred space, like a heaven of sorts. At some point I lost my body completely in the experience, my mind was detached from my physical self as I encountered my spiritual self for the first time. I saw my perfect self, just a few years older in appearance, maybe ten or eleven. My breasts had finally started to develop, and looked full and spongy. My short red hair had grown into a wavy tapestry outlining my Irish features. To my surprise, I wasn't any thinner, in fact, I had gained weight... lots of weight. My belly distended and it took me a moment to realize why. I was pregnant. I wasn't even a teenager yet, but I was definitely pregnant! I felt the child inside my perfect self in my mind, felt the connection. This was no dream... I knew it then, this was my near future. My orgasm had subsided and I returned to my body with a hard shock. My heart was pounding, my breathing was shallow and rapid, and I was sweating from my forehead. “There can be no doubt now Amber.” Jasmine said cryptically as I tried to regain my bearings. “She's definitely one of us.” Amber agreed. “Should we take her to the priestesses?” “Priestesses?” I shot her a puzzled look “What just happened to me?” “You had your first divine experience, and in your rapture you called to Her.” “Who?” “Hathor. You begged for her to take you.” “But I don't even know who that is!” “Then you should probably come with us” Amber said, and helped me to my feet. |