Selection

Karen was a slave.

Karen’s master lived in a manor house outside the town. She was out doing errands for her master walking along the road into town. She was dressed like all slaves in a brown shift of coarse material, with a rope belt. She was short, with a mass of untidy blonde hair. She had large breasts which the loose material of her clothing did little to conceal. In fact the rough material rubbing on her nipples would make them hard so they would stand out as obvious points, moving alluringly as she walked for slaves didn’t get to wear anything under their shift. She liked the feel of her feminine sexuality hidden by the shapeless clothing. When the wind blew, the cool air would swirl up her skirt over her uncovered ass-cheeks and between her thighs and remind her of her nakedness. She was not a virgin but she had only had a couple of unsatisfactory sexual experiences with slave boys, more out of inquisitiveness than for pleasure.

For pleasure, she would masturbate each night, about the only pleasure that slaves had. She would lie in her bed in the female slaves’ dormitory, holding her lips apart with one hand while quietly stroking her clit with the other, keeping her breathing even as she came so that the other women in the dormitory would not hear. Sometimes she heard them masturbating in the darkness, or sometimes she could see the shadow of them as they lay on their fronts fucking their hands, their bottoms rising up and down in the gloom, or lay on their backs with their legs spread, thrusting their fingers between the wet lips of their cunts.

As Karen walked down the road she came across a crowd of people all gathered around something. She stopped to look and was surprised to see that there was a priest in his saffron robe standing watching a slave girl who was lying on the road with her shift up around her waist masturbating. She looked rather uncomfortable having an audience, rather than turned on by the exhibitionism. Karen felt the flutter in her groin as she looked at the woman’s finger rolling in small circles between her fleshy lips. She had no idea what was going on, never having seen such a scene before.

“Enough,” said the priest and started to walk away from the slave girl. He saw another slave girl and asked her what her name was. “Elaine,” she replied. The priest asked her to lift up her skirt. Her cunt had sparse pubic hair covering her outer lips, and her inner lips were hidden inside out of sight. The priest seemed dissatisfied in some way and let her drop her skirt and moved on. Then he saw Karen.

“You, come here,” he said. Karen went over; disobeying a priest was a serious offence. The priest looked her up and down. “Lift your shift up around your waist and tuck it into your belt,” he said.

Karen hesitated, not wanting to show her naked body to the public in the street. But a priest’s order was the law so slowly she pulled up the rough material and tucked it into her belt, leaving her sex visible to the crowd in the street. She had only a little brown pubic hair that did nothing to hide the deep cleft between her fleshy outer lips, nor her prominent inner lips which pushed between her outer lips like pink petals.

“Nice,” said the priest, “you have the right type of prominent lips that look good from a distance.” He looked over at a stone block beside the street. “Go and sit on that block, and masturbate until you come. But no faking it, you must really come.”

Karen walked over to the block and sat down. She spread her legs, surprised at how much of a turn on it was to show off her cunt to all the people in the street, and the priest. She could see the outline of his cock pushing against the saffron material of his robe. She reached down and started to stroke her clit, really slowly at first. She could see that she was having an effect on the crowd, who had fallen silent. As her finger sped up, she was getting more and more turned on. She could see people in the crowd stroking themselves through their clothes, women with their hands pushed into the V of their crotches, men stroking the hard outline of their cocks. She could feel her face flushing pink as her orgasm approached. She pushed a couple of fingers into her sopping wet cunt, more for her audience than to turn herself on. She didn’t really know why the priest had asked her to masturbate, but she figured that he must have a reason and the better the show she put on the better it would be for her. “I’m about to come,” she said to the priest, who surprised her pushing his fingertip into her asshole. She could feel the contractions of her orgasm as her ass clenched rhythmically on the priest’s finger.

“Come with me,” he said, taking her hand and leading her off, her skirt falling back down again.

“But what about my master’s errands,” asked Karen.

He took her in through the gates into the temple compound.

“That will be taken care of.”

Bathing

The gates closed behind her. Two women appeared and took her from the priest through into another room. It had marble walls and in the center was a large deep bath.

The women undid the belt of her shift and then lifted it over her head so that she was naked. She got into the hot water and the women washed her body all over. She had rarely been in hot water, and never been bathed by anyone else, so it felt really sensuous. The two women made her lie on a table and they shaved her whole body, apart from the hair on her head. Karen had never felt the sharp blade of a razor before, being just a slave, and it felt good to feel the metal sliding over her legs, under her arms, over the lips of her cunt. The two women then took a bowl of warm olive oil and rubbed it into her body so that she gleamed all over. They took special care playing with her oily nipples and then moving lower. One of the women held Karen’s knees and pushed them back so that Karen’s sex was spread obscenely. The other woman took a mirror and showed Karen her cunt, her now-hairless pale outer lips framing the pink curtains of her inner lips. Karen had never seen her cunt before; slaves didn’t have any mirrors in their quarters. And she had never seen herself hairless since she had been a little girl. One woman held Karen’s lips apart while the other woman rubbed an oily finger on her hardening clit. She slipped first one and then two oily fingers into her cunt, her fourth finger pressing on the rosette of Karen’s asshole, pushing into the oily tightness. As Karen got more turned on, the woman holding her lips apart pulled them up tightly so that her clit was completely exposed, sticking out like a little nipple. The other woman stroked faster, rubbing the oil onto her clit almost painfully. In no time, Karen was coming.

“You should do well,” said one of the women cryptically.

Karen was taken off to what she discovered was the dormitory. To her surprise she was not given any clothes. The room was well-heated so no-one was cold. She was shown to her mattress and lay down. There was no bedding to cover her body with. There were about thirty other women in the room. The oil-lamps and candles that lit the room were always left burning, so the room was never dark and there was never any privacy. Some women went to sleep, some were casually masturbating pretending to ignore everyone watching them. She saw one large-breasted blonde woman go over to a dark haired woman with small firm breasts and large nipples who was on a mattress close to her. The blonde spread the other woman’s legs revealing her prominent lips, also shaved of course. Her outer lips were smaller than Karen’s but she had the same anemone of generous petals around her clit and her opening, although they were darker than Karen’s lips. Obviously having big cunt-lips was something good for whatever the priesthood had in mind. Temple life was certainly more comfortable than being a slave thought Karen as she watched the blonde lick the cunt of the dark-haired woman, tickling her clit with the tip of her tongue until she came quietly. Obviously another slave practiced at coming imperceptibly thought Karen.

Karen realized that the nakedness and perpetual lamp-light in the dormitory was deliberate. All the women had presumably come masturbating in the street so had an exhibitionist streak of some sort. Masturbating in front of each other in the dormitory was just another different kind of show. So it seemed completely natural for Karen to roll onto her front on her own hands, pressing her fingers into the crevice of her sex and onto the pebble of her clit, ignoring the display that she would be putting on for the women behind her. In fact, hoping that it looked as arousing as the scenes that she was watching.

She looked over and could see the blonde and the other woman watching her as she started to masturbate. Later she would discover that the blonde was called Nelson, and the dark-haired woman was a German called Inge. Instead of feeling embarrassed, Karen was turned on by her audience. She watched as Inge took one of the large candles that lit the room, and blew it out. Nelson rolled onto all fours, presenting her ass toward Inge and hence also to Karen. Karen could see that Nelson had big cunt-lips too, framed by her big thighs. Inge slowly pushed the candle into Nelson’s cunt, eliciting a gasp of pleasure and exertion from Nelson as she pushed back hard, struggling to take in the wax cock. Inge started to fuck Nelson with the candle, bending it as the wax softened with the heat of her body. Soon the candle was bent into an L-shape so that each thrust not only filled Nelson’s cunt but also cut into the cleft of her outer lips to land right on her clit. In no time Nelson was coming, panting with excitement as the candle hammered between her legs. Karen watched them, excited by the tableau, as she lay fucking her fingers. It did not take long before she was coming, her orgasm spreading from her clit to the ends of her fingers and toes.

Come quickly

The next morning, a priest came into the dormitory, surveying the array of naked women in front of him. He told them some of what was going on:

“You have all passed the first two tests. One, you have cunts that look good even from the back of the temple. And two, you have demonstrated that you can come in front of other people. Now we will narrow you down to just a few slaves for ceremonial duties in the temple. The rest of you will get two weeks here in the temple dormitory to have fun with your bodies before you are returned to your masters. The ceremonial slaves who are accepted will be formally purchased from your masters by the high priest on behalf of the temple.”

“Today,” continued the priest, “you will masturbate to see how quickly you can come. It is important during the novice initiation ceremonies that you come when you are fucked since that is part of the acceptance for the novice priests to be admitted. Naturally the temple takes care to improve the novices’ chances by choosing women who come easily, even in public. So today, you will all masturbate to see how fast you can come. The fastest few women will then be taken outside to see who can still come while being fucked in the market square. To ensure a good audience for the trial, there is a poster outside the temple advertising the event, so most of the town is likely to be there to watch.”

After they had had a breakfast of bread and yoghurt and honey, all the women were made to lie on the dormitory floor in a circle with a priest in the centre. It turned out that Nelson was on her left, and Inge was on her right. A crowd of novice priests came in and crouched down, one by each woman. Their job was to make sure everyone really came. The priest in the centre rang a little bell and the woman all started to masturbate. Karen held her cunt-lips open with her right hand while the index finger of her left hand rubbed hard on her clit. She was getting close to coming herself when she heard Inge coming beside her. She looked over at Inge with her hands clamped between her legs. A totally different masturbating style Karen thought as she came. Big-breasted Nelson to her left was panting and came soon after her. All three of them were happy to find out that their corner of the room had done well and they were among the handful of women who progressed to the next stage and would be taken to the market square.

The priest explained what would happen. They would be dressed as temple slaves and taken out to a stage in the marketplace. There would be several high wooden chests on the stage, one for each woman. A failed novice priest would be assigned to each woman. This was a sort of consolation prize for not making it to the priesthood. The failed novices would undress the women one at a time, who should then lie over the chests, standing with their legs apart. An oiled temple butt plug would be put into each woman just like in the temple ceremonies, and then the priests would be given a minute or so to get an erection. A bell would be rung and the women would be fucked. The order in which they came would be recorded. If any woman failed to come before their man then they were eliminated, as they would be if their man failed to come at all.

The high priest of the temple, who was called Paul, came in. He looked all the women over, enjoying looking at their bodies, asking some of them to spread their legs for him. Karen could see this erection pushing out the yellow material of his robe. He came to Karen and asked her to pull up her knees for him and then he asked her to tweak her nipples and make them hard. She felt herself getting wet at the attention he was giving her, realizing that she really would like to grab the hard cock she could see outlined and pull it into her cunt. It looked as if he decided that he had chosen Karen in some way. Maybe he did want to fuck her, she hoped. Paul bent down and whispered in Karen’s ear. Each of the wooden chests was carved with various animals, he told her. In the centre of each chest was a carved dog’s head. She expected him to explain more but that was all he said, except that just as he was leaving he told her to make sure to try and get the chest on the left. Then he left the room.

The Market Square

The women were given temple shifts made of white muslin, not quite see-through, and led out to the market square where there was a small stage set up. While they were walking out, Karen managed to tell Inge and Nelson about the dog’s head, although she didn’t understand the significance. But she kept the hint about the chest on the left to herself.

There was a noisy crowd of hundreds of people watching. As they had been told, there were large wooden chests on the stage. On top of each chest she could see a temple butt-plug, as wide as a cock but stubbier, with a narrow neck to hold it in place, and a big spherical end a few inches across. Karen stood by the first chest on the left. The failed novice priests came onto the stage, also in white shifts. The one behind Karen undid the buttons on her shoulder and let the shift fall to the ground, leaving her standing naked facing the crowd. She turned round and looked at the chest and saw the dog’s head. Looking at it she realized the significance. She leant over the chest and parted her legs. The crowd clapped, excited by the sight of her gaping sex. She heard the shift of the priest behind her fall to the ground. Karen realized that she was getting a few minutes start on her competition by having the chest on the left. She pushed her body so that the carved dog’s nose slid between her lips and subtly started to grind her clit onto the rough wood. She felt the novice pour some oil onto the crack of her ass and his finger slide down, across her asshole and between her lips. She loved the oily lubricated feel as he rubbed the oil into her ass and cunt openings. The butt-plug was taken from the top of the chest. She felt the priest part her cheeks slightly and start to push the temple plug into her oiled asshole. Karen panted at the intensity as her virgin asshole was distended by the wooden plug until suddenly it locked into place. With the plug in her ass and her clit grinding on the dog’s nose, Karen felt she could almost come before they were meant to start.

There was a delay as each woman was similarly prepared, and all the while Karen fucked the dog’s nose with her clit. Karen could not see the novice standing behind her, but she could look down the stage and see the novices standing behind the asses of the other women. They were stroking their own cocks with the oil now, in different levels of erection. Karen hoped the sight of her cunt was turning on her novice. The second woman was Inge, who had her head turned watching her. She could see that Inge had realized the significance of the carved dog and was also subtly fucking the dog’s nose on her chest, pressing it as hard as she could between her lips. Suddenly the bell rang. The crowd started to cheer so it was hard to hear anything. She felt the hard cock of the novice in her opening and then it was pressing into her cunt. She pressed her clit harder onto the dog’s nose. Each time the novice slid into her cunt, he would hit the ball on the butt-plug and push it against her asshole, and also push her clit hard onto the wooden nose. By having the chest on the left and so exciting herself while the other women were being got ready, Karen did not take long to come. She thought that she had probably won although there was so much noise from the crowd that she could not hear the women further down the stage. The novice continued to fuck her, harder now, obviously close to coming himself. She tightened the muscles in her cunt to squeeze the cock inside her. She heard Inge have her orgasm. Karen almost came again and felt really frustrated when the novice pulled out of her so that his come spurted onto her ass, visible to the judge. She pressed on the dog’s nose again and managed to come a second time as she watched the cock of Inge’s novice pull out of her and jerk its white spunk onto the cheeks of her ass.

The novice behind her removed the butt-plug and Karen stood up. It turned out that Karen, Inge and Nelson were the three winners. The three victorious women stood naked at the front of the stage. The crowd was still cheering. Karen could see that the many men had their cocks out, stroking themselves. Several women had their skirts hitched up and their fingers still busy in their wet cunts. The priest who was the judge announced to the crowd that these three women were to become temple slaves and that henceforward they would only be seen naked by the temple priests. He announced that the other women would be fucked again by the failed novices in a display of sex that would last until sundown. The crowd was cheering wildly as Karen and the other two left the stage, one of the other women already on her back with a novice’s cock sliding in and out between the prominent glistening lips of her cunt avidly watched by the aroused crowd.

Silver and gold

The three women went back to the dormitory block, but instead of being in the communal dormitory, they were now given a room for just the three of them. It was more luxurious than the dormitory with a large bed and even some bedding, and their own bathroom with a large communal bath. There was a sideboard with bowls of fruit, baskets of bread, bottles of wine, some jugs of fragrant oils, and a box of various dildos, butt-plugs, silk ropes and blindfolds. To a slave it was a feast for all the senses.

The three women went and got into the hot bath. Karen picked up a razor and shaved the stubble starting to grow on her lips. Nelson shaved Inge’s cunt-lips for her, before Inge returned the favor, then checked out her handiwork by licking Nelson’s smooth lips until she begged Inge to move onto her clit and make her come. Karen tweaked the nipples on Nelson’s large soft breasts while Inge’s tongue granted Nelson’s wish until she came. The three women got into the large bed and fell asleep.

Later, a priest arrived and told the naked women that their lesson would begin and they should follow him. He took them to another place in the temple complex and each woman was directed to a different room. When Karen entered there were several young men there. Karen could tell from their dress that they were slaves rather than priests or novices.

A priest came in and explained. For some temple ceremonies, the high priest Paul would fuck their mouths and they had to make him come. Since as slaves they probably had very little experience of oral sex, they would be taught, first general technique and then a special lesson from the high-priest himself about how he personally liked to be sucked. After that, one of the three of them would become the high-priest’s personal slave and would sleep in his bedroom. The other two women would continue to share the bedroom they were currently occupying.

The instructor priest called one of the young men over and had him hitch up the skirt of his robe and tuck it into his belt. His cock hung down, semi-erect already from the sight of Karen’s naked body. The priest showed Karen how to caress his balls, how to slide her hand behind them and massage the root of his cock, even how to slide an oiled finger into his asshole. Then he had Karen oil her hands and slide his by-now hard cock through her fingers. The slave moaned with delight. He told the slave to give Karen feedback. If she was stroking him in a way that was incredibly exciting, he should say “gold.” If he was excited but the way she stroked him was not perfect then he should say “silver.” And if she was stroking him in a way that did not really do anything for him he should say “bronze.” If she was actually turning him off, or hurting him, he could say “iron.”

She took the knob of his cock into her mouth and was rewarded with a “silver.” As she swirled her tongue around she started to get some “golds,” especially when she also held his balls, or stuck her finger in his ass. As she got more “golds” he suddenly jerked his hips and she could taste his come in her mouth. The priest replaced him with the next slave, and one thing she soon discovered is that different ways of licking him and different places seemed to work better with different slaves. Some liked to have their balls licked, sucking them into her mouth like a quail egg. For others that was a bronze experience. Most people liked to have her oily fingers sliding up and down the shaft of their cocks while she licked their knobs. The little triangle of skin on the front of their erect cocks was definitely a gold spot. The knobs of the uncircumcised slaves were much more sensitive than those without foreskins.

After she had made five slaves come, the last one almost immediately, the priest told the next slave to push his cock deeper into her mouth. She gagged as the slave’s knob slid into the back of her mouth, but soon she learnt to control that reflex and she could feel the slave’s cock going right back into her throat. From the almost continuous “gold” that she was rewarded with, she could tell that this was a big turn-on for the slave who was soon coming.

For a change of pace, the next two slaves stood in front of her together. She took one cock in each hand and alternated her mouth on their knobs, working them both up to a high level of excitement. Finally, she pulled the cocks close to each other and took both knobs in her mouth at once, swirling her tongue around them both, enjoying the feeling of something that she had never done and wasn’t sure she would ever get the opportunity to experience again. One of the slaves came and pulled out of her mouth while she brought the other slave over the top.

The next slave was told to hold her head and fuck her mouth. He put his hands on either side of her head and slid his cock into the back of her throat, then he pulled out over her tongue until his knob was between her wet lips before thrusting back into her. “Gold,” he said, and she was surprised at just how much of a turn-on it was for her to be fucked in the mouth.

Finally the last slave was told to lie naked in front of her. She had to make him come but was not allowed to use her hands at all, just her mouth. She knelt beside him and stuck out her tongue, tickling him in the most sensitive spot on his cock. She moved her tongue until she got just the right place and the “silvers” turned to “gold.” Then she closed her lips around the rim of his knob, tickling the slit in the end of his cock with her tongue, swirling around his knob with lips and tongue. As he got more turned on, he parted his legs wider. She slid down and licked his balls, then lower still licking his asshole, which got a lot of “golds.” She pushed the tip of her tongue into him, which he clearly found exciting. Then she knelt over him, taking his cock into her mouth again, taking it as deep as she could, almost pressing her lips down to his belly, enjoying the feel of his large cock in her throat. She could feel his orgasm rising as she moved back to just his knob so that she could taste his come as it jerked out onto her tongue.

The instructor priest told the slaves to leave. Then he lifted up his own robe. His cock and balls were shaved. He told Karen to masturbate in front of him until he was hard, and then to suck him off. This was her test to see whether she was ready for her personal lesson from Paul the high priest. Karen lay back in front of him and spread her legs. She held herself open, watching the priest concentrating on her cunt, enjoying priest’s attention. She stroked her clit and watched the priest’s cock lengthen and then start to harden, pointing first horizontally and then continuing until it was pointing skyward. She moved over and started to lick his cock, continuing to stroke herself as she did so. He gave her no gold and silver guidance, but she could tell from his breathing that he was getting very excited. She slid her oiled fingers over his shaved balls and up and down his shaft, while her tongue and lips worked his knob. Soon he reached the point of no return. She pulled back her head and pushed an oiled finger into his ass, opening her mouth so that his come spurted in warm jets onto her tongue.

Her mouth and tongue were aching but she had passed. It didn’t surprise her that Inge and Nelson had passed too. They talked among themselves in their private bedroom, wondering what would happen when they had to meet with the high priest.

Novice Admission

To Karen’s surprise, she didn’t get to meet Paul the high priest before she had to take part in an initiation ceremony in the temple itself. She was introduced to another temple slave who had lots of experience and would help her through the early part of her work in the temple. She was called Elsie. She had rounded breasts and a lovely voice. Of course like all the temple slaves she was naked and shaved, with her inner lips clearly visible in the cleft on the front of her body. It turned out that Elsie seemed to know everything and so was a great resource to Karen when she had questions.

Elsie took Karen into the empty temple to show her how the ceremony would go. Karen would be brought in clothed in a temple slave’s shift, but naked underneath. She would have a ceremonial butt-plug already in place. Elsie warned Karen that it would be hard to keep it in as she walked since it was solid gold and so very heavy. Solid gold except for gleaming diamonds on the end that would twinkle in the torchlight in the temple during the ceremony. The priest would take Karen’s shift off her and she would be bent forward over the altar. Unlike with the chests, she would be manacled to the altar at her ankles and wrists. Her ankles would be fixed to the outside corners of the altar. Her wrists would be pulled forward and manacled to the far side of the altar so that she would be held open in front of the congregation. The congregation consisted of all the other priests, and they would put the skirts of their robes into their belts and ceremonially masturbate over the sight of her body spread before them. The novice would be brought in. Elsie pointed out to Karen the little knob that, like the nose of the carved dogs, she could use to stimulate her clit to make it easier to come. On the altar, this was shaped like a small hedgehog, with little ivory teeth set in it for quills.

Elsie suggested that they have a quick practice. She bent Karen over the altar and manacled her in place. Karen assumed that she was meant to masturbate against the little knob and pressed it against her clit. But Elsie had a still-more authentic experience in mind. She strapped on a wooden cock and approached Karen from behind. As Karen rubbed her clit on the knob on the altar, Elsie rubbed her lips with ceremonial temple oil and then slipped the unyielding wooden cock into her cunt. Elsie leisurely fucked her, pushing her clit onto the prickly hedgehog. Karen could feel Elsie’s tits pressed against her back as she bent over her. At first the hedgehog was almost painful, but as Karen got more turned on, the intense stimulation excited her fast and in no time she was coming. The other end of the wooden cock also had a stimulating carving on it that pressed between Elsie’s lips and onto her clit, so Elsie kept fucking her for a time after Karen had come until she had come too. Karen realized that Elsie fucked her on the altar for her own amusement as much as to educate her about the procedure. But she was grateful for the benefit of Elsie’s long experience, not to mention her long wooden cock.

Later that day, towards sunset, the ceremony itself took place. First Elsie oiled Karen’s body all over. Then Elsie bent Karen over, oiled her asshole and inserted the golden butt-plug. It felt cold but, being metal, it soon warmed up. Then Elsie put on Karen’s ceremonial white temple slave’s dress. It had buttons up the front unlike any of the other clothes she had worn. She could hear the ceremonial drums as she was led out onto the area in front of the altar. The temple was full, and she could see all the priests with their robes up around their waists. Most of them were not hard yet although one or two were masturbating in anticipation.

A priest undid the buttons up the front of Karen’s dress and pushed it off her shoulders. She stood facing the congregation, naked and shaved feeling the world focused on her breasts and cunt. Then she was bent over the altar and was fixed into place, the gold and diamond butt-plug twinkling like starlight to her audience. The novice was brought in and his clothes removed. Elsie came up to him in her ceremonial robe and knelt. It was her job next to lick the novice until he was hard so that he could fuck Karen. In the meantime, Karen was masturbating her clit against the prickly hedgehog so that she would come quickly when the novice fucked her.

Soon Elsie had the novice as hard as a piton, and she guided his cock into Karen’s eagerly waiting cunt. The novice stood on a dais raised a bit above Karen so that the congregation could see his cock entering Karen’s pink flower as they stroked themselves. Karen realized that there was a mirror in front of her so that she could see the audience despite facing the wrong direction. The novice started to fuck her, each thrust, just like on the stage, pushing the plug into her asshole and pushing her clit onto the exciting hedgehog. Karen was close to coming but she didn’t want to come too soon ahead of her novice. She controlled her own excitement, keeping herself just shy of orgasm until she felt the novice get close to coming. Then she let herself come, feeling the novice’s cock jerk into her with his orgasm just as her own was dying down. The novice, technically now a priest having passed this last challenge, withdrew. She could see in the mirror the rest of the priestly assembly masturbating, some of them coming too, jets of cream arcing onto the temple floor.

Elsie removed the golden plug from her asshole and undid the manacles and Karen stood up and turned round. Once again she could feel everyone’s eyes on the cloven bulge between her legs, hairless and gleaming with oil and her juices. She felt the power of her sexuality over the male priesthood, felt how everyone in the room wanted to fuck her at that moment. Then Elsie led her out of the temple into a side chamber, her first temple duties completed successfully.

High Priest

The next night the three woman were nearly asleep in the early evening when a priest came to their room and announced that the high priest Paul wanted to see Karen. Karen put on her temple slave’s robe. She followed the priest as he took her to the private quarters of the high priest. She was taken into a sitting room and given a glass of wine and a dish of nuts. The priest left.

Paul the high priest came in and smiled at Karen.

“You must be Karen,” he said. She was surprised that he knew her name. Paul poured himself a glass of wine and chatted casually to Karen. Eventually Karen asked Paul why he had told her about the carvings on the altar and being on the leftmost chest.

“Because I had decided that I wanted you to win,” said Paul. “I presume that you discovered that the carvings stimulate your clit just like the hedgehogs on the temple altars. And you get a big head start over your competition by being on the chest on the left since everyone is prepared one at a time.”

Paul reached over and undid the clasp on Karen’s shoulder so that her temple robe fell down off her breasts. She expected to be told to service the high priest in some way and so was really surprised when instead he pulled her to the edge of the sofa on which they were sitting, pulled off her robe completely, and parted her legs. He spread her soft lips gently with his fingers, and then leant forward and rolled his tongue on her clit. To her this was almost like him being the slave, giving her pleasure, instead of the other way round. He didn’t lift his tongue from her clit until she had come, her orgasm flushing her body down across her breasts.

Paul stood up and let his own robe fall to the ground. His cock and balls were shaved and looked excitingly naked to Karen. He was rock hard from the excitement of licking her. She leant over and took his cock in her mouth.

“Mme, silver,” said Paul as she ran her tongue around the edge of his knob.

She moved around to lie in front of him. That way the tip of her tongue fell on the triangle of skin on the front of his erect cock that she soon discovered was far and away the most sensitive part of his cock.

“Definitely gold,” Paul said. “If you just keep licking me there I’ll come with the most exquisitely slow buildup orgasm. I think that spot is like your clit. It is nice to be licked in lots of other places but that is definitely the centre of excitement.”

“Also,” he continued, “I like to have my nipples pinched or even bitten. Sometimes they get very sensitive and excitable.”

She reached up as she licked his cock and pinched a nipple with each hand.

“But I don’t want to come yet,” he continued, “I want to fuck you.”

He took her across the room and sat her down in an armchair. It was obviously a special chair since the arms were carved in an odd shape that she didn’t immediately understand. Paul pulled her forward and hooked her legs over the arms. The backs of her knees dropped into specially carved shapes so that she was lying there spread before him, her cunt offered to him. It was surprisingly comfortable. Paul took a small phial of olive oil from the table and poured it onto her shaved lips, simultaneously rubbing it in with the other hand. The oil had been heated and was sensuously warm. She could smell the olives. He continued and poured some on his shaved cock, rubbed it over his balls. His cock shone in the glow of the oil-lamps. Then he pushed into her.

“You feel good,” he said as he slowly fucked her. With her excitement and the oil, his cock slid easily in her tightness. He picked up a butt-plug off the table and poured olive oil on that too, and, without stopping his thrusts into her, he slipped the plug into her ass too. Then, holding it he fucked her with his cock in her cunt and the plug sliding in and out of her ass. Karen was getting very excited.

Paul pulled out of Karen, and she was frustrated for a second before she felt the butt-plug being replaced. Then she realized that it was actually Paul’s cock and that he was fucking her up her ass. He reached forward and pushed several fingers into her cunt, his thumb falling on her clit. She was an anal virgin and was surprised that it felt so good, rather than just painful. In no time she was coming again, and she could feel from his accelerating thrusts that he was close to coming, turned on by the tightness of her well-oiled asshole.

After they had their breaths back, Paul poured them both another glass of wine. They lay on the sofa and talked until late into the night, Paul with his arms around Karen, playing with her nipples from time to time, stroking her clit when he felt like it. She explored his body too, free for once from the time-constraints of stealing a few minutes alone for sex as a slave, or from the competitive pressures of sex as a temple slave. While she loved the sensuality of being naked in front of all the priests, making them come with the sight of her body and what she did with it, it was just so much more friendly to be lying with Paul for hours and hours. In fact it was already starting to get light.

“You are going to be my personal slave,” said Paul to her quietly. “That means that you sleep here with me each night except when I am not here in town. We will actually have to get some sleep most of the time, we can’t stay up all night every night.”

Monastery

One day a short time later Paul came to Karen and told her that they had to go and perform a special duty at the monastery in the next town. This was a very different type of place, for the monks were all celibate and sex with women was considered sinful and not used in their ceremonies. However, the priests had discovered that the townspeople did not take well to being advised on sexual matters by monks who had no knowledge of women. Rather than truly fixing this problem, they had decided to make a symbolic change and adopt one of the ceremonies from Paul’s temple. Consequently all novices were fucked as part of their graduation ceremony so that no-one was totally sexually inexperienced. However, the monastery was poor and could not afford their own slaves, so the temple would lend them a slave when required. Two teenaged novices were graduating to monks the next day and it would be Karen’s job to fuck them ceremonially. Unlike in the temple, the monastery conducted their graduation ceremony out of doors in public so that the townspeople could witness that their monks were not virgins. Further, due to the total lack of experience by the novices in matters sexual, the roles were a bit reversed from in the temple. The novices would be shackled on top of the altar and Karen would have to actively fuck them both.

Paul and Karen arrived at the monastery and went to a special side-door where they were met by a monk. The door led straight into a private suite so that Karen, forbidden as a woman, need not enter the monastery proper. Paul told the monk to summon the two novices.

While the novices were being brought, Paul explained to Karen. “The novices have been cloistered since long before puberty and so they have rarely even seen a woman, let alone a naked one. Maybe when they were small children before they came here they investigated the secret parts of girl’s bodies but they will have no experience of breasts or a real cunt. So we have just tonight to educate them so that they don’t make fools of themselves in the ceremonies. You can do anything you want, stroke them, lick them, make them come. You just can’t fuck them, of course, since they must be virgins for the ceremony.”

The two novices arrived in their brown habits. They looked a bit bewildered at the sight of Karen for they had never seen a woman so close before, and her body moved alluringly under her thin temple slave’s robe.

Paul asked them if they masturbated. Since they were not meant to, they denied it at first before eventually Paul got them to admit that they had.

“But only once or twice,” they said unconvincingly.

“Take off your habits, lie on that rug, and masturbate for us now,” ordered Paul.

The novices were very reluctant, but soon their habits fell to the floor and they were lying on the thick rug stroking their erect cocks.

“Stroke each other’s cocks now. I know you have done it before even though you would deny it.”

The two novices moved so that each had the other’s cock in his hand, sliding up and down. Karen felt a flutter of excitement in her crotch at the sight.

“OK, Karen, go and give them a hand.”

Karen picked up a small bowl of oil and went over and sat between where the two priests lay. She oiled her hands and then took the two cocks, one in each hand. As she stroked their cocks, Paul walked over and unbuttoned the upper part of her temple slave robe.

“These are breasts,” he said, stroking the undersides of them and lifting them up. “The nipples are very sensitive.” He pinched Karen’s nipples, making them hard like little crimson rose-buds.

“You feel them,” he said to the novices. They reached up tentatively and touched her breasts, took her nipples between their fingers experimentally.

“Stand up,” Paul said to Karen. She stood and her temple robe fell to the ground leaving her naked. She could feel the priest’s eyes on her crotch.

“Don’t women have hair?” one of the novices asked.

“Yes, but in our temple it is considered vulgar and so we shave it off both men and women. I will show you later.”

Paul made Karen lie down on the rug and spread her legs.

“These are outer lips,” Paul said. “If they were not shaved they would have some hair on them. They are soft. While they are sensitive, they are not the most sensitive place. Sort of like your balls.”

“These are inner lips which are much more sensitive. Many women’s are much smaller, but temple slaves all have large lips so that they can be seen everywhere in the temple.”

“This is the entrance to the cunt where you put your cock to fuck. You will be spreadeagled on the altar tomorrow so my slave will worry for you about getting your cocks into the opening to her cunt.”

“This is an asshole, just like yours. I know you’ve fucked each other’s asss in the monastery, even though you are not meant to. You can fuck a woman’s ass too, and in the temple we have ass plugs we use in some ceremonies. But tomorrow you will just fuck my slave’s cunt.”

“This is the clit. This is the most sensitive point on a woman’s body. So sensitive, in fact, that the clit proper is hidden underneath a small hood like a monk’s cowl. Karen, carry on stroking the novice’s cocks and start to lick them. I will go into the street and get a couple of female slaves to show the range of women’s bodies. Don’t let them come until I get back, though.”

Paul left the room. Karen bent down and, as she continued to stroke the oiled shafts of their cocks, she took first one and then the other of their knobs into her mouth. She heard them groan with pleasure.

Soon Paul was back. He had two slaves with him, one a tall big-breasted blonde and one a short oriental-looking woman. They looked a bit surprised at being ushered into the side door to the monastery, especially when they saw the naked priests being sucked by Karen.

“OK,” said Paul to the slaves. “Take off your clothes.”

The two slaves were a bit surprised, but Paul was the temple high priest so in no time their shifts fell to the floor. The two priests looked at the women. The blonde had large firm breasts with small pencil-eraser nipples. The oriental had small breasts with big nipples like Karen’s but they were a dark brown. Lower, the blonde had just sparse golden pubic hair that barely hid the divide of her outer lips. The oriental woman’s cunt was completely hidden by a triangle of thick black hair.

“Lie down and spread your legs,” Paul commanded.

The two novices gazed into the cunts of the two slaves like scientists investigating a new phenomenon.

“Hold yourselves open,” Paul said. The two women reached down and parted their outer lips revealing their inner lips, the blonde’s pink in color, the oriental woman’s brown. “See how varied women are?” said Paul.

“Would you like to see something that very few people have ever seen?” Paul said to the female slaves. They were uncertain quite how to respond.

“You can watch a slave make these two novices come. Tomorrow they will be fucked by her in the ceremony on the green and, if they are good monks, that is the last time they will be with a woman sexually. So seeing a monk come from a woman’s pleasure is extremely rare. But you must stroke yourselves too as you watch, for these novices have so much to experience in just a few hours.”

The two slaves started to stroke their clits as if they were competing to be temple slaves. The two novices watched the women avidly, as Karen stroked one of their hard oily cocks, and licked his pink knob until he came, jets of spunk squirting out onto the rug. The blonde slave came at that moment too, trying unsuccessfully to be quiet, excited by the sight. Karen went to the other novice and soon he was coming as well.

“Aren’t you going to come too?” Paul asked the oriental slave.

“I am so close, but I can’t quite manage it with so many people around.”

Paul reached down and rubbed his finger on her hard little eastern pearl and slipped lower into her wetness. The slave could not believe that the temple high priest had his finger in her cunt and on her clit and in no time it took her over the edge.

Paul gave each of the slaves he had brought in from the street a temple coin, perhaps the only money they would ever have in their lives. He turned back to the two novices.

“I want you both to lick my slave’s clit until she comes. Only by seeing an orgasm will you have an inkling of understanding when you talk to female townspeople.”

The first novice came over and started to lick Karen inexpertly. She reached down and opened herself up for him so that he could see where her clit was. Soon Karen was coming, glad that her temple experience made coming quickly in unusual situations easy for her. The second novice followed and it did not take long for her to have her second orgasm.

The two novices returned to their quarters, and, after a light dinner, Paul and Karen had a leisurely fuck on the big four-poster bed.

The Village Green

The next day the green was packed. Only every couple of years did a novice graduate, and to have two graduate at the same time was unusual, so this was a big show. The monks from the monastery all filed out onto the green and lined up behind the two large altars that had been set up where earth had been mounded up so all could see.

The chief monk then led out the two novices. Two monks took large knives from their belts and cut the novice habits down the front from top to bottom, and pushed them off. After the ceremonies they would be monks and wear new habits. The monks stood naked. They were then lifted onto the table and their wrists and ankles fastened to rings on the wooden altar-top, their feet towards the audience.

Paul led Karen out from the monastery. They were both in their ceremonial temple robes. Paul unbuttoned the shoulder of Karen’s robe and it fell to the ground leaving her standing there naked in front of the crowd. Just like when she had been fucked in the market square she could see people in the crowd masturbating over the sight of her body.

The chief monk rubbed oil into Karen’s crotch. This was a brand new part of the ceremony this year. Paul had told Karen he though that it was just that the chief monk wanted a feel of her cunt, and this was the easiest way to justify it.

She was lifted onto the first altar. She stood above the novice, facing the audience and with her feet on either side of his head so that he stared straight up at her sex. She opened herself up for him and started to masturbate, watching as his cock hardened at the show she was putting on for him. She could see the crowd getting more excited too, many of the men openly stroking their cocks as they watched her pleasure herself. When the novice’s cock was hard she moved so that her feet were on either side of his hips, but still facing the crowd so they had a good view, then squatted down, taking his hard cock and guiding it into her as she descended, taking his virginity and officially making him a monk. She started to rock her body lifting herself up nearly off his cock before relaxing and taking him back inside her. The audience’s eyes were glued on her crotch, watching his cock slide in and out between her petals. The novice was so excited by the pomp of the occasion that he came almost immediately. She stood up keeping his cock vertical so that the crowd could watch the white jets squirt straight in the air.

The second novice was already hard from watching the show as Karen fucked the first monk. Karen lay on his chest, straddling him facing away from the crowd, giving them a good view of her cunt and her ass as she slid back taking in his cock. She reached down between them and stroked her own clit as she fucked him, wanting to make sure she had her orgasm too. She could tell he was getting close when she felt the spasm take over her body. Again, she pulled her body off his cock as he came so that the crowd could watch his cock spit its spunk onto her ass.

Paul led Karen off into the monastery while the rest of the ceremony was completed.

“I’m going to suggest that the convent adopt an equivalent ceremony for novice sisters, I think,” said Paul wickedly.

Nelson

Karen was talking to Paul in the high priest’s quarters one night. Karen told Paul about how she felt very open with Nelson in a way that she didn’t with anyone else, and how Nelson told her lots of details about her sex life.

“Maybe I should volunteer to be part of it,” said Paul, and he was surprised that Karen didn’t immediately reject the idea out of hand.

“A threesome could be fun,” she said. “I can only think of one or two other people that I would contemplate it with, but Nelson seems so open and I’m sure you’d really hit it off with her.”

“I think you just want to watch,” teased Paul.

“Maybe, I’m not sure.” agreed Karen, “I find the idea of you fucking someone else very arousing at least as a fantasy.”

“I find the idea of fucking you very arousing, at least as a reality,” said Paul as he pushed Karen’s knees up to her shoulder and pressed into her already wet and welcoming opening. As Paul fucked Karen he told her a fantasy about how he had summoned Nelson to his quarters for some minor transgression, and had given her the choice of fucking him there and then or losing her quarters and going back to the communal dormitory. Of course, as a high priest he could just have ordered her, as a slave, to fuck him, so it was a bit contrived. Anyway, she chose being fucked of course. Paul said that he didn’t trust her completely so she would have to be tied up properly before he fucked her. He put straps on her wrists and ankles. Then he had her kneel down with her legs apart, and fixed her ankles to two rings set into the floor. Then he pushed her back so that she was lying with her legs bent underneath her and attached her wrists to the same rings. She couldn’t move, but her arched body offered her luscious breasts to him, and her parted legs offered her shaved cunt. Paul bent down and licked her cunt until she was close to coming. Of course as a temple slave she had prominent lips that Paul liked to suck into his mouth. He moved between Nelson’s legs and slid his cock into her. As he told the story of how he fucked Nelson, he fucked Karen. If he slid over Nelson’s clit in the story, he slid over Karen’s in reality. If he pushed into Nelson deeply, he pushed hard into Karen. He told Karen how he was tweaking the nipples of Nelson’s large breast as he actually pinched Karen’s. Karen was surprised at how arousing the story was, being fucked while Paul was clearly imagining fucking someone else. She came, and of course Paul just told her that Nelson had an orgasm as he fucked her. Finally Paul told her how he pumped his come into Nelson’s cunt as, in reality, he came in Karen’s.

The next day at lunchtime, Karen wandered down to the quarters of Inge and Nelson. Inge turned out to be away in the temple, pressing her clit onto the altar hedgehog to qualify another novice, as the priests all watched and stroked their aroused cocks.

Karen questioned Nelson to find out how open-minded she was.

“Paul would like to hear from you, you know,” she said. “You should send him a note.”

“But what would I say,” said Nelson.

“Tell him a fantasy story, or even something about your sex-life before you became a temple slave. He’ll probably send you a story of some sort, you know. Or perhaps you should come to dinner with us one evening.”

“With him, you mean, when you are occupied in the temple,” said Nelson, imagining an evening in the high priest’s bed.

“Oh no, I want to be there too. I don’t think I’d trust him alone with you.”

“Oh,” said Nelson, now unsure of what kind of an evening anyone had in mind, all the unspoken hints that she seemed to have misread.

Anyway, it was a couple of weeks later that Nelson was invited to join Paul and Karen for dinner. They sat at the table and had a wonderful meal, accompanied with several flasks of the local wine. Nelson admitted that she was finding sex a bit unexciting, lots of orgasms with Inge in their shared bed, and occasionally being fucked in the temple by a novice priest. But always in the same position. She wanted to be on top, which was her favorite position.

“All you slaves like being on top,” joked Paul, “probably due to a life of never being in control.”

He got up and walked around behind Nelson and undid the ties on her shoulders so that her robe fell down revealing her breasts. He reached forward and caressed her breasts, something a man had not done to her for a long time. Karen watched quietly, feeling her own nipples harden along with Nelson’s. Paul lifted Nelson’s arm so she stood up, her robe falling to the floor revealing the pink tongue of her sex in her shaved cleft. Paul knelt down and started to lick her, sucking her hard little clit into his mouth. Karen came around behind Paul and undid the fastenings on his robe, before dropping her own robe to the floor. When Paul stood up, his robe fell to the floor, his cock leapt free and all three of them were naked.

Karen reached out to grab Paul’s cock to put it in her mouth but Nelson was faster, her lips taking in his knob as her tongue ran around it as they had been trained so long ago. Karen contended herself with stroking Paul’s balls and his asshole, sliding her oiled finger into him as Nelson sucked him.

Paul lay down on the rug and pulled Nelson on top of him. She squatted over him. Karen held Paul’s cock upright as Nelson lowered her body and his cock penetrated her eager cunt. Paul reached forward and stroked her clit as she rose up and down, taking his cock deep insider herself and then pulling it so that it just rested lightly in her opening. Karen was really turned on by the sight of Nelson fucking Paul as he lay there. She moved around so that her own cunt was over his face and reached forward and put her hands on Nelson’s shoulders. They steadied each other as Paul fucked Nelson with his cock and licked Karen’s cunt. He sucked her clit into his mouth and lightly closed his teeth on her hard clit. She was ecstatic, an excitement so intense it was almost too much to take. In no time Nelson was coming as Paul’s finger pinched her clit, and Karen was coming as his teeth pinched her clit.

Paul moved Karen so that she was lying on the edge of the sofa facing up, and then had Nelson lie face down on top of her. Karen was surprised at the softness of Nelson’s large breasts pressed against her own. Paul then slid into Karen, fucked her for a few strokes, then slid into Nelson and fucked her for a few strokes. He withdrew for a moment and took one of their clits between the finger and thumb of each hand, rolling the hard little grape-seeds in small circles. Then he fucked them alternately until they both came again.

Finally, Paul slid his cock into Nelson’s tight oiled asshole and fucked her as she lay spread across Karen. Each thrust into her ass pushed Nelson’s clit onto Karen’s and it was not long before the three of them came almost together.

Paul invited Nelson to stay the night and the three of them shared the huge bed in the high priest’s quarters. In the twilight of dawn, the three of them awoke in a tangle of arms and legs. Soon cocks and cunts and tongues were tangled too.

High Priestess

“The high priestess from the nearby female temple is coming today,” Paul told Karen. “She will take part in a temple ceremony tomorrow. However, it is a pretty uninteresting ceremony since she is forbidden to be seen naked by men.”

“So it will be a pretty uninteresting evening too,” said Karen.

“Not as uninteresting as you think. The rules of her temple are that she may not choose to be seen naked by a man, nor to have sex with him, or she will be expelled from the temple. However, there are some ways around the rules. Firstly, there is nothing to stop her showing us as much of her body as she wants, as long as she doesn’t take her temple robe off completely. Technically she would not be naked. Secondly, if she is forced to have sex unwillingly then she only has to do a minor penance of three lashes on her bottom instead of being expelled.”

“So you are going to tie her up and partially undress her?”

“No, I expect that she will partially undress herself. That is a sign that she wants sex with me. So then we will tie her up so she can claim she had no option but to indulge in the pleasures that we forced on her.”

“So what am I to do?”

“You need to be a servile slave and do as you are told. You will need to be on hand in case you need to assist with something. Oh, and you will need to get a whip for us. We may have to take care of the high priestess’s penance too. It is much more exciting being punished by us than back at her own temple. They take the punishment far too seriously. So she will probably ask us to punish her for her transgression.”

“OK, I will go to the stables during the morning and get a whip. I suppose we will need some cuffs and things too.”

“Good idea, put together a bag of what we will need and hide it in one corner of the room.”

“What do I call the high priestess?”

“Her temple name is Athena, although her real name is Susan. But I think that you had better stick to Athena.”

That evening Susan arrived. She was a petite woman, a little bit taller than Karen, with shoulder length dark hair. She was dressed in a long white robe with gold embroidery. Paul had arranged a special dinner in his apartments, and also a tasting of several of the local wines. By the time the meal was over everyone was a little bit tipsy. They went and reclined on cushions near the fire.

“So what is new in the female temple? The fashion for the priests in this temple to be shaved under their robes came from your female temple, so I am always keen to hear about whatever is new over there. We can often adapt interesting ideas.”

“Well,” Susan said, “the biggest change recently is that the priestesses have started to wear a new type of undergarment that leaves the cheeks of their bottoms bare rather than enveloping the entire area in lots of material.”

“So what do these knickers look like?”

“Let me show you,” said Susan. She stood up and pulled the skirts of her robe up around her waist. She looked normal from the front, her crotch covered by a large triangle of white material. But when she turned around there was just a narrow strip of material that ran up the valley between her cheeks.

“It feels really good when your robe sways against your cheeks,” said Susan.

Paul looked at the thong, taking the opportunity to feel the material rather more than was necessary.

“We call them thongs,” continued Susan. “I think because it feels like there is just a leather thong running up the crack of your ass.”

“I think that we could make an equivalent male thong,” he said, “with a larger pouch at the front obviously!”

“The other big new thing in the temple is piercing. For as long as anyone can remember the priestesses have had their ear lobes pierced and worn gold rings in them. But now they are all having their navels pierced too, and in fact there are some temple robes that have panels removed to show off the jewelry the priestesses wear there. And let me show you the latest thing.”

Susan parted her legs and pulled the narrow strip of white material covering her sex to one side. She had a gold ring through the hood of her clit.

“That’s very pretty,” said Paul. “Does it feel good?”

“Well, it was a bit ouchy the day they did it but since then it has felt really sexy. With a heavy ring in it, you are aware of your clit every time you move. Sometimes I wear a big loop of gold chain attached to it. It starts as a chain around my neck where it looks like an everyday piece of jewelry, then unseen under my clothes it runs down my back, between my buttocks and then down in a big loop below my knees and then up where it attaches to my clit ring. Of course I don’t wear underwear, although I do have one thong with a hole added in just the right place where my clit-ring sticks through. Sometimes I’m really naughty and I wear a chain like that while I am conducting ceremonies in the temple. Every slight movement of my body sets the chain swinging and really excites me. I almost come if I walk from one end of the temple to the other.”

“Go and get a piece of chain,” Paul said to Karen.

He turned back to Susan. “Any other piercings?”

“No, although some priestesses pierce their nipples.” She pulled her robe up so that it was bunched around her shoulders. “As you can see I haven’t done.” She had small pointed breasts with little button-like nipples. “It is best for priestesses with longer nipples than I have got.”

Karen returned with a long length of fine gold chain.

“I think your ring needs its chain,” said Paul quietly. Susan opened her legs for him and Paul attached the chain to her clit-ring with a tiny lock.

“Now you are like a dog on a leash,” he teased her. “You have to follow me wherever I go.”

“Maybe it was a mistake letting you put that on. A priestess is very vulnerable alone with a man.”

“Yes,” said Paul as he threaded the gold chain through one of the iron rings set into the floor. As he pulled lightly on the chain, Susan had no option but to move until she ended up lying face down with her crotch a few inches over the ring.

“You’d like me to fuck you, wouldn’t you?” Paul said quietly.

“No, it is a terrible sin for a priestess to have sex. I shouldn’t have even let you see the intimate parts of my body.”

Paul ran his finger between her thighs. She shivered.

“Please don’t fuck me,” she said, but she parted her legs as he moved his finger higher until it pressed gently into the cleft where her outer lips guarded the entrance to her cunt.

“If you don’t want me to fuck you, why are you so wet?”

“It must just be the stimulation from the chain.”

Paul beckoned to Karen and she sat down on the floor beside Susan. He gave Karen the other end of the chain.

“It is your job to keep the chain tight enough so she cannot escape, but not so tight that she cannot raise her body off the floor. And perhaps you can even give some little jerks to the chain, I’m sure that that would be fun for Susan too.”

“No, please don’t, that’ll only make me come,” protested Susan.

Paul took off his robe.

“While you are jerking Susan’s chain, why don’t you suck my cock.”

Paul moved over to Karen and put his nearly hard cock in her mouth. She licked his knob until his cock was rock hard and slippery with her saliva. Paul went over and lay on Susan’s back, his cock resting in the crack of her ass. He slid back and pressed his slick cock forward into her already wet opening. He fucked her deliberately while Karen ran a thumb-nail up and down the chain sending vibrations of pleasure straight to the ring at Susan’s clit. In no time she was coming.

“Oh, oh, that’s too much, please stop fucking me, I don’t want to come again,” she protested unconvincingly.

Paul pulled her body up until she was on all fours. He reached around underneath her and took her steel-hard clit between finger and thumb. Karen watched, getting more and more turned on herself, massaging her crotch with one hand. Susan was close to having another orgasm as he continued to fuck her, her hips pressing back hard against him each time he pushed forward, his finger rubbing her clit, the chain swaying between her thighs. She came twice more before Paul too was coming, his hips thrusting involuntarily against her ass as he emptied himself into her.

Paul stood up, undid the lock on the gold chain, pulled the thong back into place over her sex and stood her up. Her robe fell back around her ankles, the demure high priestess again.

Punishment

“You really shouldn’t have sex with a priestess against her will,” said Susan, smiling. “But now that it has happened I will forgive you. But my temple will require a penance of three lashes for allowing myself to be coerced into sex. I would prefer it if you would administer the punishment since it is meant to be done as soon as possible after the transgression. As a high priest you are of high enough rank.”

“Very well,” said Paul. “It is a very serious sin that you have committed allowing yourself to be alone with and taken advantage of by a main. I feel that I have no option but to admonish you and personally deliver your punishment.”

“Don’t be too gentle,” said Susan. “The marks of the lash must still be visible when I return to my temple tomorrow night or else I will be punished a second time for the same crime.”

“Bring me the whip,” Paul said to Karen.

He tucked the back of the skirt of Susan’s robe into her belt and pulled her thong down around her ankles. She kicked it away. Then he made her kneel on the rug with a large cushion in front of her. She bent forward over the cushion leaving her exposed ass sticking high in the air. Paul admired the lips of her sex peeking out between her thighs, tempted to fuck her again before he punished her.

“You can masturbate while you are being punished, it will take you mind off the pain.”

Susan reached back and Paul could see her finger stroking her clit, the golden ring glinting in the lamp-light.

He delivered the three strokes with the leather riding whip, leaving three red weals across the white pillows of her ass. Her body jerked each time the whip descended, her finger rubbing her clit harder and faster. She came just after the third and last stroke, pain and pleasure peaking together.

“Rub lotion into her,” Paul said to Karen. Karen took the jar of ointment sitting on a bowl of ice and rubbed it in gently, cooling the flames in Susan’s ass-cheeks.

Susan stood up, the skirts of her robe falling back into place.

“Thank you for an interesting evening,” she said formally. “I’m sure the ceremony in the temple tomorrow will not be as stimulating. I’ll leave you those,” she said, gesturing to her thong on the floor. “I’m sure your slave would like them.”

“Karen, will you show Athena to her room,” Paul said. “And then return here, I have some unfinished business we need to discuss.”

Karen and Athena left.

“What did you want to discuss?” said Karen when she returned.

“Nothing,” said Paul, cuddling Karen against him. “I just wanted to spend the whole night with you and I wanted to make sure that you didn’t go to bed immediately to masturbate. I know how aroused you must be.”

“I agree,” said Karen. “And I certainly am very aroused after watching you fuck Athena while I was not allowed to join in. I need a serious fucking myself.”

Paul’s cock was already hard. Paul lay back on the cushions. Karen straddled Paul and lowered herself so that her pink lips wrapped on either side of his cock. She could move her body back and forth so that her clit rubbed the length of his cock, well-lubricated with her juices. When she was close to coming she moved her body slightly so that his cock slid into the opening to her cunt. She moaned with pleasure as Paul’s member penetrated deep into her body. She started to slowly fuck Paul as her orgasm built up exquisitely slowly.

“Oh, that’s so good,” said Karen. “Make me come, I’m nearly there.”

Paul thrust up hard underneath her, ramming his cock into her and pushing his body against her clit. Karen cried out in pleasure as her climax wracked her body, the pleasure seeming to go on for ever.

She stood up before bending over Paul and taking his cock into her mouth. As her fingers delicately stroked his shaft, her tongue expertly worked Paul’s arousal higher and higher. She felt the beginning of his orgasm and pulled her mouth off while she continued to stroke his cock with her fist. Warm white jets of come squirted into her open mouth. She lowered her mouth again and lovingly licked the head of his cock clean.