Chimes of Passion (3 page)

Alyssa heard Lynda's voice behind her.
"Show him your goddess."

Alyssa stepped closer to Ron, put her
hands on his shoulders, and pushed down. In an instant, Ron fell to
his knees before her. She ran her fingers through his hair as she
pushed his face towards her warm and eager slit.

Ron opened his mouth and began to
nibble and lick all around Alyssa's sex. He felt a haze overtake
his thoughts; he remembered the first time he had ever seen a naked
woman and how much he felt in awe of her body, thankful that
someone would be kind enough to share her body with him. Back then,
there was a cautious enthusiasm to his movements. Tonight, he
relived the enthusiasm, leaving the caution in the recesses of
memory.

Alyssa tipped her head back and closed
her eyes. Lynda noticed the wide grin and spoke, "That's it. Give
in to your goddess. Males exist for our pleasure, no more, no
less."

A powerful and drawn out rumble of
thunder shook the walls. At exactly the same moment, Alyssa let out
a low moan as Ron, in his act of worship, brought her to
orgasm.

Alyssa's knees grew weak as she fell
backwards into Lynda's arms. Lynda casually lowered her to the
floor and put her hand on Ron's shoulder. "That's enough,
supplicant."

Ron placed his hands on his knees as
he remained in a kneeling position before Alyssa's quivering body,
his eyes vacant and blank.

Once Ron fell under Lynda’s spell,
Irene backed away, thinking that she might be better off in the
driving rain than in here. Pete, on the other hand, found himself
strangely drawn into the sight of his friend going down on
Alyssa.

Lynda knelt beside Alyssa and
addressed her directly. "Tell me about this male. Did he satisfy
your inner goddess?"

"Yesssss."

"Shall I search his mind for his
desires?"

"Yes."

"If it can be satisfied, shall I allow
his desires to become reality?"

"He has earned it, yes."

"Very well." Lynda casually strode
over to Ron's motionless body. "Tell me, male. Whom do you
desire?"

Ron's mouth barely moved as he spoke
the name, "Irene."

"Did you say, 'Irene'?"

"Yessss." He lifted his hand and
Irene, who had nearly reahed the entrance of the
cathedral.

She turned around and screamed. "What
did you just say?"

Lynda called back to Irene. "I think
you heard him. He wishes to awaken your inner goddess. And awaken
her he shall."

"Not if I can help it!" Irene rushed
for the door and tried to turn the knob to what she perceived as
the relative safety of the storm outside.

Lynda's laughter echoed off of the
high walls. "The door won't open. I won't let it. All you need to
know is that you have nothing to fear, Irene. This male, here,
shall relieve you of your fears."

Lynda snapped her fingers and Ron
stood up. He simultaneously peeled off his clothes and strode
casually towards Irene. Irene started to panic and started tugging
on the doorknob, turning it, and banging on the door itself. She
screamed for help, hoping someone could hear her pleas. The rain
pounded harder against the walls, making her screams feel all the
more futile.

Soon, Ron -- if he even knew who he
was anymore -- stood directly behind her, waiting for a sign he
would be permitted to move forward. Irene sensed that he was near,
and collapsed, crying hysterically. "This isn't happening! This
can't be happening! I'm not here! I'm in my happy place. I'm in
Cancun, where I first wanted to go for spring break. I'm anywhere
but here."

Ron paused. Lynda quickly took her
place a few feet behind him. As he turned to face her, Lynda nodded
her head.

Ron knelt down and took Irene's chin
in his hand, lifting her head up. With his free hand, he wiped away
her tears. She let out a final sniffle as she gazed into his eyes.
He didn't speak.

Lynda stepped forward and whispered,
"He wants to revere you. Search yourself. Let go of your fear.
Release your pain. Embrace your pleasure. Become your inner
goddess."

Irene lifted her hands and placed them
on Ron's shoulders. Lynda snapped her fingers. Ron placed one hand
under Irene's legs, and the other behind her back. He inhaled
deeply and lifted Irene off the floor. Lynda returned to the altar.
Ron turned and followed Lynda, carrying Irene with him.

As the three students returned to the
altar, Ron set Irene down next to Alyssa. He rolled Irene's
sweatpants down to her ankles and leaned forward. Irene wanted to
stop him, but by now, she had no further strength to fight. She
squinted her eyes, bit her lip, and hoped it would be over soon,
bracing for a violation of her body that she neither wanted, nor
welcomed.

The violation never came. Instead, she
felt a few drops of water, followed by gentle hands and a mouth and
tongue that seemed to know every pleasure point below her waist. He
nibbled gently on her exposed flesh, causing her head to jerk
forward with a gasp, her eyes wide and wild. She sensed her goddess
moving to the forefront in her body and her mind. Suddenly, the
fear and insecurity she felt not ten minutes earlier, had long
since dissolved amidst the pleasure. This male, then, was nothing
more than a vessel, a servant, a conduit for her
pleasure.

Breathing heavily, she let go of all
inhibition, vocalizing her passion without any real words. She
reached the pinnacle of pleasure and, short of breath, moaned, "My
goddess........" before she fell asleep next to Alyssa.

Lynda smiled. "Very good. Males, I
need both of you to take a seat in the front row, in anticipation
of our leader's arrival." Ron quickly followed this command. Pete,
paralyzed with fear, shook his head in uncertainty. It was as
though he had been awakened from a deep sleep, and he didn't quite
understand where he was or why his friends were in the positions
they were.

Lynda scowled at Pete. "Are you
prepared to meet our leader, our Goddess?"

After a moment, Pete glanced down at
Lynda's feet and slowly traced his eyes back up to the top of her
head, appreciating and admiring every curve along the way. "I am
prepared."

"Very well. Please disrobe and remove
the remaining clothes of this female. Once finished, take your
seat, and I shall summon our leader."

Without hesitating, Pete did as
commanded.

Lynda turned around and faced the back
of the sanctuary. She raised her hands above her head and called
out, "We are ready for you, my Goddess!"

The ground started to rumble and the
Goddess, still clad in her long flowing red robe, rose from the
floor and stood, facing Lynda.

The Goddess did not speak, but rather
walked calmly over to the two women who slept on the floor by the
altar. She knelt down next to the two women, placing one hand on
the shoulders of each. Suddenly, both awoke. Seeing who was
standing over them, both let out a gasp. They sat up on their
knees. Simultaneously, both women spoke in a monotone. "We are your
humble servants."

The Goddess snapped her fingers, and
both women lifted their arms above their heads, and bowed, palms
down, to the floor.

The Goddess pointed at Ron and Pete
and raised her hand, indicating that both men should stand up. The
men knew that they only had but one goal. They calmly moved behind
the two women, kneeling behind them both. With a clap of the
Goddess's hands, both men thrust forward and penetrated into the
engorged and moistened folds of skin.

Alyssa and Irene knew not to move but
they were incapable of suppressing the feelings of intense pleasure
that coursed through their bodies. The Goddess who rose above them
inhaled deeply to share in the pleasure that filled the
room.

Ron and Pete kept thrusting
rhythmically. Alyssa and Irene found that their breaths were
matching the men's movements in exact synchronicity. The Goddess
held her hands straight out by her sides. The sensual energy coming
from her four servants on the floor drew into her hands. With a
circular motion of her arms, her gown fell to the floor to reveal a
perfectly toned, hairless body.

The Goddess lifted her hands above her
head, such that her position resembled the engraving of the female
figure on the door that Irene, Alyssa, and Lynda had found. As her
faithful servants moaned louder and louder, she started to levitate
off of the ground, her body feeding off of the lust, energy, and
power coming from before her.

Lynda gazed longingly up into the eyes
of her Goddess. Transfixed upon the female form that floated before
her, she allowed her hands to roam between her own legs. Without
saying a word, she thanked her goddess for allowing her a small
taste of the passion that was slowly filling the room.

The candles lining the walls of the
sanctuary brightened, as if controlled by the Goddess herself. Even
the shadows that danced across the walls and floors seemed to move
with the same rhythm as the orgy that was being held in praise of
the Goddess.

Lynda let out a low moan, both as an
expression of her own pleasure, and of the pleasure of the
otherwise silent Goddess.

Irene quickly followed suit. Alyssa's
higher-pitched squeals melded seamlessly into the sounds echoing
throughout the chamber as all three of the human females allowed
themselves to give in to the passion and the beauty of their
Goddess and all she represented.

Irene, Alyssa, and Lynda fed off of
one another in both their pleasure, and their increasingly vocal
yet unintelligible expressions of their pleasure.

The Goddess inhaled deeply and
channelled the pleasure of all three of these servants into her own
body, absorbing their reverence into her skin, her mind, her body,
and her heart. For these newly converted worshippers, she had given
them true pleasure and a sense of purpose. For herself, she basked
in the power these humans would only stoke. The more people who
would revere her, the more power she would attain.

The five college students who sought
refuge in the church basked in the growing pleasure that was
bestowed upon them by their newfound Goddess. The passion and lust
coursed throughout their bodies and warmed them, filled them with
an energy they neither knew nor cared to understand any more than
they could feel. They just knew that this was where they needed to
be, and it was their Goddess who had taken them there. The Goddess
smiled and consumed their energy, returning exactly what they
needed.

Unable to restrain themselves any
longer, Ron, Pete, Alyssa, and Irene all let out a giant shriek of
pleasure, which was followed immediately by a deafening clap of
thunder. All four collapsed from the pleasure, the intensity, and
the knowledge that they had, at last, found their
purpose.

Once Lynda's breathing returned to
normal, she walked around her friends, looking down on their spent
bodies. She gazed longingly back at the Goddess. "They are fine
choices, my Goddess. The males shall be tasked to bringing new
converts inside these walls. The females shall be priestesses here
within these chambers. In due time, when the females' inner
goddesses become strong enough, we may even allow them to start
their own church, but at least for now, they know only to serve
you."

The goddess ran her hands through
Lynda's hair. Lynda continued. "And I, my Goddess, shall be your
voice for all eternity. It will be my pleasure and my
honor."

The Goddess disappeared from the
sanctuary. Lynda glanced down at her four friends and mused. "They
may sleep here tonight. In the morning, they shall understand their
destiny. I shall tend to the lilacs for the evening." Lynda walked
through the door behind the altar.

*****

The sun shone through the small
windows in the sanctuary. Alyssa was the first one awakened by the
sound of the singing birds. She stretched, rubbed her eyes and took
stock of her position. She glanced around and saw Irene, Pete and
Ron, still fast asleep. The males must not be permitted to sleep
any longer, she thought, and started to shake them. In an instant,
Ron and Pete awoke. Each kissed one of her bare feet.

On cue, they both started repeating
the phrase, "We must gain new converts."

Hearing the sounds of her servants
uttering their duties, Irene awoke as well. Ron and Pete
immediately turned to iss her feet as well.

Irene and Alyssa stood up and walked
around the altar. "We must prepare for our new guests," Irene coyly
remarked.