Chamber of the Goddess Chapter 5 (c) 2009 by Cactus Juggler "Aisha. Wake up," a woman's voice said, and Aisha felt something shaking her relaxed shoulder. The black girl opened her eyes and found herself looking up at Gladys's very pretty face. Aisha slowly came to full awareness as she sat up. She was in some kind of glowing rock chamber. She felt warm, and her heart was beating fast. She was damp and sticky all over and the vague, fleeting memory of dream danced at the edge of her consciousness. It must have been some dream to have her this sweaty. "Where are we?" Aisha said as she stood up to face Gladys. "I'm not sure. After we sat in those chairs there was a flash and the next thing I remember I was waking up in another one of these rooms. I went looking for the rest of you and you're the first one I've found." Aisha stared at Gladys in confusion. Had Gladys always been this beautiful? Her face was like the face of an angel, a face so pretty that it made thinking about glowing rooms and funny chairs seem almost pointless. Gladys tilted her head back and sniffed, breaking the spell. Aisha used the moment of clarity to pull her eyes away. She felt embarrassed by how strongly she wanted to look at Gladys. Just the sight of the girl's perfect features had been turning her on. "Do you smell that? What is it?" Gladys said, still sniffing at the air. Aisha moved to give Gladys room as the woman stepped closer, taking another deep breath as she did. "So good, it smells so good," she muttered, stepping closer still. The athletic black woman took a step sideways this time, trying to maintain the space between her and Gladys, but Gladys just turned to follow her. Gladys invaded her personal space as she continued to follow her nose around the room. "What are you doing? Quit crowding me," Aisha said. "I don't know--it's that smell. I can't get enough of it," she said. Gladys kept it up, following as Aisha took another step backwards. "Gladys! You're doing it again. Give me some space." The girl just stared at her with an expression of fawning adoration. It was driving Aisha crazy. "What's wrong with you? Why do you keep getting so close to me, and why are you looking at me like that?" "It-it's you. You smell so good." "Good? What are you talking about? I woke up all sweaty, I must have had a bad dream or something. I reek so bad that even *I* can smell it," she told Gladys. "I think you smell good. No, not good--great," the dopey girl responded. "Something's wrong with you then. Just stay away, I don't want you hangin' on me like that. Understand?" Gladys nodded to her, but she stepped closer even while she was agreeing not to. It was like she was being drawn to Aisha by magnetic force. She watched as Gladys sniffed the air and edged closer still. Gladys's repeated behavior made Aisha so angry that she just snapped. She couldn't take it any more. When Gladys had moved to within arm's reach, Aisha reached out and grabbed her by the hair with her right hand. "What did I tell you?" she shouted at Gladys as she lifted her left arm straight in the air. "You like how I smell so much, smell this," she demanded, and then she pulled Gladys's face down into her armpit. To Aisha's amazement, Gladys didn't struggle at all. She just stood there, sniffing and nuzzling at Aisha's sweaty underarm! "What are you, some kind of pervert?" "It smells so good, you smell so good. It's the most wonderful smell--it's driving me crazy. It smells so good," the girl muttered into her armpit, and then she moaned. At the sound of Glady's lustful moan, Aisha remembered the story about the chamber's supposed purpose and it hit her. What if it was for real? What if it had given her some kind of powers of attraction, powers that caused Gladys to be so into her body's smell? "You do love it, don't you? You're actually getting off on this--getting off on sniffing my smelly armpit. You're gross, Gladys," Aisha told her. The girl just moaned again, her legs starting to tremble as she continued to nuzzle at Aisha's armpit, her eyes closed with pleasure. Aisha lifted the front of the girl's shirt and slid her hand into the waistband of Gladys's shorts, amazed by the sight of Gladys beginning to wiggle her hips. Her hand slipped into Gladys's panties and Aisha was stunned to find that Gladys was dripping wet! "Wow, as gross as this is, you're getting off on it," Aisha said as if she were disgusted with Gladys. The truth of the matter was that it turned her on that she was getting Gladys so aroused. She had an urge then, an urge to make Gladys experience the humiliation of being brought to orgasm from smelling her stink. Aisha lowered her arm and wrapped it around Gladys's head so that her face was pressed even harder into her pit, muffling the girl's moans. Aisha slipping a finger inside the sniffing girl's slit, stroking it across the hard nub of Glady's clit. Gladys opened her eyes to stare up at Aisha. Gladys almost looked frightened as she looked into Aisha's eyes, but she didn't complain at the hand intruding into her panties. Aisha felt the girl start humping against her, even as the look in her eyes clearly became one of fear. "Who would have believed my nasty B.O. would do this to you? Look at you, girl. You don't even hear me, do you? It's like you're in your own little world there. Well go on with your nasty self, smell my pit until you cum," Aisha told her, marveling at the girl's obvious arousal. Gladys looked terrified and turned on all at once, and the idea that she could cause Gladys to feel that way made Aisha feel wicked and powerful in a way she never had before. Gladys sniffed and moaned and wiggled against Aisha's hand with obvious need, and Aisha loved it. "You can't resist my smell, can you? You're going to cum soon, Gladys." When Gladys's sniffing gave way to just muffled moans, and then to silent twitching, Aisha realized that Gladys couldn't breathe. The girl was actually smothering herself in Aisha's stinky armpit, and yet her hips still humped against Aisha's hand. Gladys's eyes were wide open then, staring at Aisha as if beseeching her to help. "If you don't breathe soon, I think you're going to die, Gladys. You don't want to die sniffing my stinky armpit, do you? Then again, from the looks of it maybe you do," Aisha laughed as Gladys shuddered against her. Aisha felt the girl's thrusting hips spasm as Gladys came, and her cum drooled out of her. With perverse fascination Aisha watched as Gladys moved less and less. She was surprised to find that watching the girl die turned her on. She held Gladys's face tight under her arm and had to use her other hand to help keep the girl upright as she slumped against Aisha's side. "Good night, Gladys," Aisha told the girl after holding her there for a time, and then she released her grip and Gladys fell to the floor. Her body started to tingle as she looked down at her victim. It was a strange sensation, but a good one. She felt . . . stronger somehow. Aisha left the dead girl there and moved through one of the chambers archways as she went in search of someone else to test her new powers on. There was nobody in the next two chambers she passed through, and as Aisha walked into a third she thought about her body's special gift. If it was her sweat that made her irresistible, could she maximize her power's effect just by sweating more? She stopped in the room and jogged in place for a while. She felt herself growing sweatier and, as she switched to doing jumping jacks, she was sure she'd made the right choice. The next person she met wouldn't be able to get within ten feet of her without smelling her sweat now. Next: Chapter Six
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