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Subject: {ASSM} Julia 05 - Pilgrimage - FF, FD, MC, INC, NC
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Do not read this if you are under the age of 18, offended, or if your
neighbors would consider this obscene.

Please do not post this story elsewhere without permission. (c)2000
by Cat's sara

Thanks to: Iago, trilby else, Tabico, Eye of Serpent, and William
Lee, all of whom encouraged and/or inspired me in writing this story.

This story is a companion story to "Birth of Obedience" by Iago. It
is not necessary to read it to understand this story, but it does
give some background and illuminate certain events. You might also
want to have read at least a few of the stories in this series (A
Small Case of Overkill, Deity Savant, Reverence and Destiny,
Blasphemy). Although it isn't essential, some aspects will certainly
be clearer that way.

- sara

----

Pilgrimage

by Cat's sara

Categories: FF, FD, MC, INC, NC

----

Part One

The mountain air bit into the woman's lungs sharply, even after a
month of growing accustomed to the biting chill. It simply took more
than a few short weeks to overcome a lifetime of relative ease.

Three months ago, she mused, she would not have called anything
*about* her life easy. Recuperating from a kidnapping, bitter and
tired, she had considered stopping everything. Thankfully, she had
enough self-knowledge to understand that her feelings were mostly a
reaction to the most recent events in her life.

For once, the ministrations of her lovely sluts had not been enough
to overcome her self-doubt, even though she had "enlisted" them. With
no real sense of direction, and the trauma of having been kidnapped
and broken, even for a brief time, she had grown more and more
despondent. The idea of heading into the wilderness to collect her
thoughts seemed like a very good one.

Now, considering everything that had happened since that time, she
was still unsure if she had taken the wiser course. The struggle to
reclaim herself had been a continuous uphill fight from the very
first step, both figuratively and literally.

There were simple joys in which to indulge. The crisp air, though
thin, was cleansing and pure. The daytime sky was a deep, rich blue
that felt like it was a million miles deep, and the night sky was so
filled with stars that it nearly looked white.

And there was this moment, too. Looking across the snow-covered
peaks of the Canadian Rockies, she felt an awe she had not felt since
childhood. With the tree line far below her, and rocks beneath her
feet, she noticed how the mountains around her had changed their
character as the day wore on. What was once a double ridge far in the
distance became a rimmed, high valley, now that she was looking from
a higher place.

She felt a jolt through her body as something fell into place inside
her soul. An insight into existence, into perspective, into
possibility. Her mouth fell open in shock, and then wonder. And then,
with only the briefest hitch of surprise in her breath, she softly
began to cry. Without a thought of why, she let the tears begin to
flow, like raindrops feeding a trickle that would become a river. A
river that would not be channeled or dammed.

She stood perfectly still, willingly letting her emotions expand,
the tears coming harder and more strongly as she released her fear.
After a moment, she could not have stopped it even if she had wanted
to... like the proverbial leak in the dyke, her sorrow had been
relentlessly looking for this opening.

She staggered as the sudden depth of her grief and sadness washed
through her, the sobs felling the walls that had so securely
protected, and then imprisoned, her wounded, festering heart.

Bestial wails of grief tore out of her and carried down the
mountainside, across the valleys, gaining an odd gracefulness as they
echoed out and back.

She fell to her knees, and then prostrate on the ground, begging the
rocks to finish shattering the cracked glass that was her soul.

*Take me... grant me rest... grant me peace...* were the only
thoughts that came out of the powerful emotion ravaging the essence
and shell of her existence... and then, she was gone.

For a little while.

----

The old woman stood beside the body of the young one, who lay face
down on the ground. She held her shawl together at her neck as she
smiled sadly and closed her wrinkled, but timeless eyes. Night would
be here soon. *Yes... rest, sister... for there is much need in
you...*

The old woman stood for a very long time, a gentle smile playing on
her pursed lips as her body slowly, almost imperceptibly, swayed.

She felt the mind of the younger woman flowing around her own,
taking nourishment and healing. She reached within the girl to touch
here and there... although this young girl would have to make her own
realizations, the old woman needed for her to be willing to listen,
her mind healed enough to learn.

Finally, the sun fell behind the summit of the mountain, leaving
them both in shadows. Opening her eyes, the old woman called in a
nearly silent whisper, and from over the nearest ridge, a line of
eight figures came, and placed the young woman on a litter.

Slowly, but with the surefooted steps of perfect familiarity, they
disappeared into the shadows just beyond the near horizon.

----

Opening her eyes, the rescued woman slowly looked around. She was in
a short bed, just barely above the floor... the old worn wood of the
walls flickered in the light from fireplace and candles.

"So, you decided not to die after all," came a voice from a shadowed
corner of the room. "That is a very good thing, Julia."

Too tired to be startled, Julia asked, "How do you know my name? I
didn't bring any ID. And don't tell me I said it in my sleep."

"You didn't. You are, however, at a disadvantage. I am Fiona, High
Castana of the Ambrian Sect of Lost Daughters," said the old woman.
She stepped into the light so that Julia could see her. "You may not
have heard of us, but you *are...* one of us."

Julia looked at Fiona's smile, her long, flowing white hair, and the
deep crevices in the thin face that could not hide its underlying
beauty. Though Fiona was old and craggy, Julia saw that the
Matriarch's loveliness had not gone away, but merely pulled over the
covers while it slept.

"Was I sick?" asked Julia, ignoring the introduction for the moment
and laying her head back, slightly dizzy.

"No, not in the way you mean it. You were at the crossroads to which
all Daughters eventually come... and you must either heal or die.
Dramatic words." Fiona smiled, but Julia could not tell if it was a
smile of compassion or amusement. "In reality, it rarely comes to
death, unless your gift has been totally hidden to you. Obviously, it
hasn't been hidden to you. Otherwise, you would not be here."

Julia sighed, a sound of both disbelief and fatigue. "It sounds like
cow dung to me, Fiona. What *isn't* hidden is that I am thirsty. Is
it possible to have some water, or have I grown beyond the need for
that?" Julia intoned with more than a hint of sarcasm.

"Not yet, Daughter," smiled Fiona, "you jest... and I'll simply say
that for the time being, you still need physical elements to sustain
you."

Bringing a glass of water over to the bed, she held it to Julia's
lips and continued, "You are Chosen, Julia. You have played Goddess,
but there is more to your pretense than simple games. Compared to
many, you *are* Deity, but you have not seen your true potential.
Things like food and water will become pleasant, but unnecessary as
you grow. You are a being of energy, but your mind is still fused too
strongly with your body."

*Oh, great. From 'Doc Cock' to 'Ms. Mystic'. From one fucked up
visionary to another...* thought Julia.

Fiona's face darkened slightly... Julia could not tell if it was a
trick of the light or something more. "Now is that any way to think
of your Hostess, Child? Perhaps you need a gentle reminder about
courtesy. *This* time, it will be pleasant. Next time, we will see."
*(Cum, Julia... until you find sleep again...)* Fiona watched for
another moment, and then turned and walked out of the room.

Julia watched quietly as the old, strange woman slipped out quietly.
She had nearly laughed out loud at the power this old woman seemed to
think she possessed, but she had seemed harmless enough. Holding in
the laughter had made her tense her muscles... so hard that she had
almost needed to double up under the covers.

But her ability to read what Julia had been thinking was unsettling.
Was it telepathy, or just keen observation?

And then there was the unspoken command. If it had not been in her
own voice, Julia would have sworn the old woman said it. She smiled
again, laughing at her own love of drama. And besides, she wasn't
cumming. She had been "spooking" herself. It wasn't the first time on
this journey it had happened.

She began to giggle and hold herself again.

It had taken all of her recent kidnapper's knowledge and devices to
sway her, and even then it was only successful for a moment. So... it
was ludicrous to think that she would be susceptible to some simple
suggestion... she recognized it as well executed, and it was a nice
diversion while she rested up from her fatigue, but it was what it
was. Silly and ineffective.

Finally, she was able to relax and lay back. Funny - when she let
loose her belly muscles, she *did* get a little twinge in her clit...
but it was only for a second. It was followed, to her surprise, by
another twinge, almost like a twitching nerve. She smiled again as
the thought came to her that maybe this woman had some power after
all. It might be nice... the twitch... oh... there again... did feel
rather good.

Without warning, her clit **sparked** and shot a jolt of pleasure
back to her anus. She furrowed her brow as she recovered from the
sensation, only to have it happen again, adding her nipples to the
chorus.

The twitches began to happen every second or two now, and she could
feel it as it traveled her body... her clit, followed by tiny
explosions of pleasure in her asshole and nipples, just as another
jolt hit her clit. It began to increase in speed, like pulses moving
through her from her pussy outward... and it just... felt... so...
*good.*

Each jolt was growing in power... she felt them traveling up her
neck into her brain... pleasure centers and conscious thought
colliding... with pleasure winning the battle. By the time she
realized that she might have underestimated the old crone, she was
openly moaning, and one of her hands had been hijacked into running
its fingers over her nipples, pulling and twisting, followed closely
by her other hand falling to her swollen, slick button of lust,
pinching and twisting in mirrored painful pleasure, taking her breath
away as rational thought became impossible.

She moaned loudly again, causing her to lose more control. She knew
now that this was beyond a simple suggestion, but her own sounds of
passion were arousing her past being able to think beyond that one
morsel of sexy, delectable... or rather... rational, fuck-me-silly...
thought...

An image flashed in her brain... of herself, black short hair gelled
and spiked, in crotchless latex pants and halter, her stiff,
distended nipples pointing outward... as she kneeled before a woman,
worshipping at the Holy Altar of Her Blessed Cunt... and looking up
to *see her own face*... a face that transformed into the face of the
old woman... but younger... irresistible... filled with insatiable
lust...

She could feel that she was going to cum. Not just cum, but plunge
into the most powerful orgasm of her existence. It was coming. Her
writhing body and pleasure soaked flesh shouted for her to release...
release... let go... and she could not help but surrender.

And then, it was on her.

She shook uncontrollably as her legs began to buck, tongue licking
the air, her head flailing wildly, throwing off showers of sweat as
she grunted primal, rhythmic utterances of pure fuck-heat. Her hands
became a blur as she thrummed her clit, faster than seemed possible
only moments before, her body heaving in abdominal contractions as
she lost control and drool fell from her reddened, swollen lips.

On and on it carried her, past sanity and into a reality where only
obedience to her lust ruled over her with a harsh, stiff,
irresistible cat-o'-nine-tongues. Wave upon glorious burning wave
ravaged her psyche, while she licked her juices from her fingers with
crazed abandon, no longer caring, no longer needing anything but the
everlasting truth of hedonistic conspiracy. She was both spectator
and participant, both of her getting too turned on to care except
that it never stop...

She slowly realized that it was tapering off... and just as she was
beginning to find conscious thought again, her body was slammed with
another, even more powerful wall of orgasm... smashing through her
mind and body, her thrashing vessel of flesh moving as if by the
grasp of an invisible hand... lasting longer than she could fathom,
swelling deeper than she could conceive...

And then she came again, and deeper... and again, and deeper... and
again, and deeper...

----

Julia's first thought upon awakening was gratitude for the glass of
water that was being held to her lips.

"Let's try this again, shall we?" asked Fiona, smiling gently.

Julia could only moan a weak, spent response.

"*Much* better, dear. We're going to be very, *very* close for
awhile..."


----

Part Two

Julia sat in the soft, padded chair across from Fiona. Thinking
back, it seemed like nearly no time had passed. Still, recounting it,
she had been here longer than she had planned or desired.

The days of recuperating from her collapse had been filled with
conversation with Fiona... so much so that she could barely remember
anything else. Although easily in her nineties, Fiona seemed to
possess nearly boundless energy. Julia had no trouble matching it,
but that made Fiona's endurance no less surprising... and admirable.

In addition, Fiona was eccentric as hell. It was amusing, and Julia
could not remember having spent so much time laughing. So, it was no
surprise that Julia enjoyed her company. The days had stretched into
weeks as the talks continued. Sometimes they included walks into the
mountains, sometimes meals, or like now, sitting together enjoying a
cup of hot tea.

Julia was fascinated with the earthy wisdom and spiritual insight
offered in the smallest things that Fiona had to say. Well, at least
the earthy wisdom. Her own title of "Goddess" was created to be
mocking and irreverent. Okay... she had to admit that she also
thought it was sexy.

Thinking of her past reminded her again that even though she felt
that this lodge was a good place to be, she had a deep yearning to be
back in the States, accepting the offerings and ministrations of her
darling, lewd, devoted sluts.

Not that she was ungrateful... but she wanted to move on now, and
Fiona was having none of it. Fiona seemed to think there was some
purpose even in this endless waiting.

Unfortunately, Julia was in no position to argue. Not only did Fiona
seem to have an uncanny knowledge of the details of Julia's life, but
Julia had seen the consequences of being rude, even in her thoughts.
She shivered, remembering Fiona's recent "etiquette lesson" with both
relish and dread.

As much as she loved to cum, there was something unnerving about a
totally involuntary orgasm.

Today's conversation was like so many that they had shared, full of
mysticism mixed with practical knowledge. But unlike so many of them,
it was about Julia herself that they talked.

"You have wondered from time to time if you had some latent
telepathic ability, Julia. Strange as it sounds, all women have
*some* ability. Some have a little less, some have a little more.
Perhaps it is because all women are all descended from a gene pool
whose origin is unknown... while it may or may not be true, it's a
premise that happens to fit the circumstances. It's certainly a way
to look at it, a 'place to come from'. We *do* know beyond any doubt
that there is a shared consciousness, centuries old, that all women
can feel. The closer their genes are to the original pool, the more
awareness they seem to have.

"Daughters are gifted not only with knowledge of that shared
consciousness, but with mental abilities so dynamic that to call them
mere telepathy is to lessen what they are. They give the Daughter the
ability to shape the consciousness of another. We formally call this
ability 'teleplasty', but that sounds so... *cold*. So, we commonly
refer to it as 'gracing'. It may sound a bit pretentious, but is more
in line with not only how it feels to be the subject, but also the
practitioner of the art."

Fiona took a slow sip from her cup, and continued.

"If you look at your own conversions of others, did it not evoke a
certain graceful, giving feeling? Did it not feel as if you were
somehow opening their eyes? And did it not make you responsible for
them?"

Julia looked across the table at the ancient Fiona, a look of deep
reflection covering her face. She knew that Fiona wasn't "listening
in"; she had slowly developed the ability to feel Fiona's presence in
her mind.

But even with what she had seen and felt, she didn't want to believe
the words she was hearing. The "Lost Daughters" sounded like the
ranting of an old, senile cultist. Julia herself had led a cult of
sorts, and still did, but she had always known that it was a mostly
facade for her own sensual games. In contrast, this all had the sound
of someone sincere about an odd notion that had been cultivated for
years, flirting dangerously with full-fledged delusion.

Despite her desire to trust the old woman, she was still keeping one
ear open for signs of the typical suicide pact, and half expected to
see vats of cyanide-laced fruit punch in the kitchen. It was just too
fucking strange.

Still, her own experience with Fiona, coupled with the feelings the
woman had just described so perfectly, did make Julia begin to think
that there might well be something more to all of this than she had
consciously seen before. There was a real resonance in the old
woman's words; a resonance that she could not deny easily.

She was brought out of her reverie by Fiona's voice. "I can see on
your face that you are beginning to consider the remote possibility
that I'm not some old kook," she smiled. "It's all right, Child. I
know that from your perspective, I sound like a loony. Maybe I am!

"The truth is that none of us truly knows who we are. Consciousness
is a mystery, and only the insecure create the illusion of knowing
themselves. The true intelligence knows that there is only exploring.

"And we, the Daughters, are gifted with the ability to see beyond
what has been called the 'optical delusion of consciousness.'
Separate, individual consciousness is the delusional illusion... and
we are allowed, or able, to see the Universe as it is... as it is
named... *One Song.*

"In seeing, we begin to move about and explore beyond our own minds,
our own playgrounds, and walk through the playgrounds of others...
and seeing the destiny of the Daughters, further that goal. We do not
destroy... we enlighten.

"And you, Julia, are the product of just such intervention in
someone's playground. Your mother was a Daughter, and a fluke...
nearly fully complete in her genetic inheritance. So when she became
pregnant with you, we did some... adjusting.

"You have no father, just as with the ancient Daughters of legend.
That left only your mother's genes, although you are not a clone. The
genetic structure she passed to you was completed in you, on these
very grounds, by being simultaneously 'graced' by one hundred Ambrian
Daughters at the same time. In a sense, you are all of us, because we
'gave' our genetics to you... the idea being that some among us would
fill the gaps still within your mother.

"This is not *all* a rosy picture. There are new, recent groupings
of Daughters who have no roots in the past or in their origins. Only
a few centuries old, these are nearly, but not quite, rogue sects.
The strongest of these is the Covenance; they are much like you were
before you came here. But unlike you, they have no connection to the
spiritual sects other than through the shared matriarchal
consciousness. Their agenda is destructive, and more about power than
re-establishment of our kind. You are the bridge to Daughters of
future generations, the Restorer. But you are also the bridge to
these errant Daughters, whose influence and power must be brought
into coherence in order that all Daughters not be destroyed.

"I know this is a lot to take in... but your completion is at hand.
By completion, I mean that the moment of taking on who and what you
are.

"None of us can see all of who you are. We can see much, and we know
that you are beyond any Daughter living, but that is not enough. You
must take it on for yourself, and occupy your full consciousness,
lest you be used by the Covenance for their own agenda.

"So this is the Gift for which you have come to me. You have come to
see who you truly are, and why you have followed the Path you have
chosen. Once you have seen, you will be tested several times. It's
unfair, but it is the way of things. Though you may or may not
recognize a test as it begins, you will know beyond question when
each test is complete.

"It is time."

*(See openly, Child)*

Julia's eyes popped open with the clear strong voice that had come
from right between her ears. She felt vaguely disoriented, and the
room took on a feverish, delirious sense of unreality. She felt
inside like she was clawing, scraping... even though she knew her
hands were not in moving. Even her breath did not betray the urgency
of her struggle. It was like being underwater too long... the feeling
of exploding air and yet the need for more, as panic began to creep
into her mind.

She shifted her mind again and again, trying for the right path, the
way that would lead her out of this swamp of overwhelming
suffocation....

Then something like a muscle... *flexed*... and wind blew strongly
into her face, followed by incredible stillness.

Creeping in, and then blasting away the fear and disorientation, she
felt the impossible joy of herself underneath all the masks,
underneath all the defenses she had so carefully built for herself
over the years of her life. She smiled, and then laughed... the
laughter of someone finally free, finally safe to be totally open,
without concern. It was the openness of when she was still less than
a year old, when anything was good to be happy about, and nothing was
a barrier to receiving or showing her joy. A time when a smile, a
giggle, and unabated jubilation were not held suspect by others, and
unblemished by the possibility of disappointment.

And then she realized something so profound that it shook her,
happily, to her very core. This was not Julia recreating her memory,
or "healing her inner child". This was her *now*. It was the same
her, the same child, the same girl, the same woman, the same...
Daughter... without twenty-five years of sediment and bitterness
heaped on top. And she remembered this place. This was home.

And then, the moment was gone.

She looked at Fiona... and felt something more, now.

She felt the deepest, most humble gratitude of her life.

It was not sad or traumatic to pick up her burdens again. On the
contrary, it was appropriate. But what she had just felt was more
than memory. It was a current experience of herself, of a possibility
of where she could be, and she knew that it was now accessible.
Somehow.

And she knew that in the end, this would be her salvation.

She felt silly as she stretched out in thought to try to find the
words to express herself. Regardless, the need to put her emotions
into words was more important than her own fleeting discomfort. Words
came, formal and uncomfortably pretentious, but they were all that
she had.

"Fiona. Sister, Mother, and Daughter. I have come from somewhere
else to somewhere new. My eyes, though still half-shadowed, long for
the light. I humbly ask, from the depths of my being, that I be
allowed to learn from You the Path of the Goddess, the Way of the
Daughters of Ambria. My heart is open, and I pledge it to You, until
it is no longer."

Fiona smiled at Julia's awkwardness in the face of what could be
called a miracle. In saying the ancient words of joining, having
never known them before, Julia had passed her first test.

----

It has been said by Buddhists that enlightenment is like this: One
morning, you wash the dishes. It so happens that in the afternoon,
you achieve enlightenment. The next morning... you wash the dishes.

Julia had much the same experience.

Getting up the next morning, leaving the comfort of her room for the
cold water of the shower down the hall, she said hello and smiled at
all the women she had come to know and call friends. Kitty, the young
sprite who lived next door, stopped to her for a moment to talk about
the odd dream of the night before. Eleanor, an older Daughter who had
been raised at the lodge, was singing in her room with the door
closed. Becca and Simone were cooking breakfast, deep in their daily
routine, making sure that everyone in the lodge was well fed. Fiona
was presumably out on one of her morning walks. It was just like
every other day.

She still was having a hard time with Fiona's spirit-guide-granny
routine. After a night of sleep, it was sounding more irrational
again; but she couldn't simply dismiss out-of-hand the fact that she
had been the recipient of some kind of wonderfully profound gestalt
experience.

How, though, could she be sure that it hadn't been another
manipulation by Fiona? If the woman could make her climax to
unconsciousness, she could surely cook up something like this. It
wasn't likely... Fiona seemed to believe in what she was saying...
but it was certainly possible. And sometimes, given the history of
her own talents and experiences, possible was more than enough.

Julia shrugged off her heavy thoughts as she entered the bathroom to
prepare herself for her shower. Looking in the mirror, she felt a
yearning for her hair gel and a pair of scissors... her looks had
lost the sharp edge that she still loved. She cupped a breast,
feeling its weight and the light arousal it brought forth. Again, she
thought of her brood, and felt a pang of loneliness. Despite Fiona's
objections, she would have to leave soon. Very soon.

Julia turned and entered the shower without even looking, since
every other day she had found it unoccupied. She enjoyed the cold
water and found that the solitude of her daily cleansing afforded her
time to consider all that she was learning.

"Pardon me!" came a voice from beside her.

Nearly jumping out of her skin, Julia looked to her right and saw
Emma, soapy and wet, standing against the wall to avoid a collision.

"I'm sorry, Julia, I didn't mean to startle you," said Emma, looking
a little embarrassed.

"No, no! I just didn't expect anyone here," assured Julia, smiling
warmly at the young girl.

Barely nineteen, Emma had been discovered by Fiona herself in the
town outside Fillmore Academy, a private girls' school, and brought
to the lodge for teaching as a Daughter. Her talents were impressive,
according to Fiona, and it was pure luck that she had not been
already recruited by the Covenance.

Julia couldn't help but notice that the girl's nipples were hard,
and felt a familiar tingle of arousal and warmth rush to her pussy.
She had been celibate since her orgasmic "ordeal", and the lack of
sex was relieving her of any pretense of inhibition. Just the same,
she didn't want to overstep her bounds. Insulting Fiona's
sensibilities was not something Julia wanted to explore.

"Can I ask you a question?" blurted Emma, looking a bit awkward.
"It's none of my business..."

"No, please... ask anything you like. If I can't answer, I'll just
say so," Julia replied, hoping that her growing lust for this
delectable girl wasn't transmitting to everyone within a hundred
miles.

"There was a rumor at my school about a 'Goddess Julia'. I always
thought it was stupid and all... But your name is Julia, and you are
a Daughter, and... well, I... I just had to ask."

Julia stood for a moment in shock. This had come completely out of
left field. The only one here who knew of her past was Fiona, and she
had promised to keep it a secret. She also had good reason for doing
so... including the fact that Julia might need a shield from
unethical Daughters.

On the other hand, she *liked* that her reputation had spread, and
spread enough that even this slightly naive young girl would have
heard of her. She decided it was time to be open. If she had learned
anything from the day before, it was that being open was the key to
*everything*.

"Yes," she answered simply, "I am."

"Then, Julia... we need to talk. Badly."

----

Emma's room was exactly like Julia's, except the bed was turned in a
different direction. Since they all wore the loose, colorful robes of
the Daughters, even the closet looked the same.

In fact, Emma could even have been a smaller version of Julia. Her
high cheekbones and supple lips brought both an elegance and hard-
edged savvy to the look of the young Daughter. She was about five
inches shorter, but had a perfectly proportioned bust and rear end,
at least in Julia's opinion.

Julia smiled and looked around the room, diverting her thoughts back
to polite conversation.

Emma offered Julia a chair at her small study desk, and plopped down
on the bed. "So, what do you think of it here?" she finally asked, a
look of curiosity on her young, sweet face.

"I like it," said Julia. *But I like your gorgeous pixie-cut auburn
hair and cute little ass more,* she continued silently.

"And Fiona?" pressed Emma.

"I think she's amazing. I've seen deep facets of myself, and had
such amazing realizations since I've begun talking to her." bubbled
Julia, truly enthused.

"And she told you that you were the Chosen One, the Restorer, the
genetic completion of an adulterated race, right?" pressed Emma.

"No one was supposed to know," replied Julia, with a small, shocked
wince.

"And why do you think that is?"

"For my protection from the Covenance, mostly. Also she doesn't want
me to be disruptive to, and disrupted by, the other Daughters."

"Wrong." said Emma, flatly.

"And just how do you know *that*?" said Julia, finally deciding not
to let Emma's attitude go unchallenged.

"Because she told me the same thing about *me,*" whispered Emma.
"She says the same thing to every new Daughter she finds."

"Not to be callous, Emma, but I really don't have any reason to
believe you over her."

"True. But there's this: I have nothing to gain by lying. I'm not
the one with plans for your future, and she is the one who stands to
gain if she can find a Daughter who can play the part. She has five
others who are being 'auditioned' right now.

"And you have nothing to lose by listening to me. You can make up
your own mind. And if you decide I'm wrong, we don't have to say a
word." Emma placed a finger on her lips, pulling down her lower lip a
bit more than necessary, and gave Julia a soft, coy look. Tracing her
finger across Julia's lips, she whispered, "And... I know how to keep
secrets..."

Emma cradled a breast and gave Julia a smoldering look that sent
shivers through her from head to toe. "Never mind that you'll never
get to fuck as long as you stay here. I'm *sure* you don't mind that
a *bit*."

Julia sat back in her chair, puzzled at Emma's words. Her mind was
so busy arguing with itself that she could only listen as the
nineteen-year-old girl continued.

"Why haven't you been having sex, do you think? She knows it is more
than a basic drive to our kind. It's as necessary as the air we
breathe. She replaces it with all that feel-good-fuzzy-buzzy bullshit
she passes off as spirituality. And she even uses orgasm as a
*punishment.* She pretends she is all compassion, sweetness and
light, but it's a sham. I've seen her when she catches people
doubting. It's not pretty.

"The part about teleplasty is true, Julia, but if you are so
powerful, why hasn't she showed you how to use it? She knows you
already have, subconsciously, on every woman who follows you. It's
not because you aren't ready, or are unable to control it. It's
because she fears it, and fears being found out by you.

"Look, I'll tell you something and you can decide what to do. All I
ask is that you look to your natural instincts. The reason I know so
much about what is going on is because *I* am from the Covenance.
Yes, the same one she talks about.

"There's no agenda to 'get' you. She tells *that* to everyone, too.
I'm only talking to you because you're not deep enough into her web
to be totally blinded. I didn't come here to find you. I'm on a fact-
finding mission. I'm supposed to find out what's really going on
here, so corrections can be made. I really did hear about you at
school, from a girl who lives near D.C. If you were the same Julia, I
had to save you from this monstrous cult, if I could." 

Emma paused, and lowered her voice to a whisper. "I... I'm risking
the existence of my mind, but it's worth it if I can save even one
Daughter from the iron grip of Fiona. Even more worth it if I can
save someone as beautiful as you."

Emma's revelations hit Julia like tidal wave. She didn't want it to
be true, but it just made too much sense. She felt ashamed, and
worse, she felt used. It was the final straw. After falling to Dr.
Salyer and the Board of Eleven, then emerging victorious, then nearly
drowning in the emotional aftermath, and then finally being restored,
and now this... deception... it was just too much to take. As much as
she tried to avoid it, there was a dark stain growing in her heart.
It was the inky blackness of bitterness and revenge, and Julia could
not help but let a part of her welcome it.

"So how do I begin to use this power?" asked Julia, deep shadows
showing on her face.

"Well, first, calm down." soothed Emma. "We need to get your mind
back into one piece. The Daughter way.

"In other words, we need to fuck until we drop."

Breaking into a dark, wanton smile, Julia said, "Girlfriend, that's
the best idea I've heard in fucking *weeks*."

----

*"Mistress, is Your servant pleasing You?"*

*"Yes... cunt-slave... you are doing wonderfully. I am able to do
anything through you I could do in person. It's perfect. And... she
is already more malleable than even* I *would have imagined."*

*"Ohhhhhhh Mistress, it feels so wonderful and... right to please
You... You are more than worthy of worship, adoration, love and
lust..."*

*"Hush. I already know, cunt-slave. It has always been thus."*

----

Julia looked up from the bed at the nineteen-year-old woman-child
walking over to her. She could smell hot arousal like a heady
perfume, invading her thoughts and clouding her senses except for the
desire to mate with this gorgeous, auburn-haired nymphet. She had a
fleeting hought that perhaps her lust had been this strong before,
but she could not recollect when.

She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the return of desire for
worldly, womanly pleasure, picturing Emma in a crotchless, shiny,
black latex corset. The smell of the imagined rubber mixed with the
aroma of boiling womansex, and made her dizzy with the ache of deep,
sensual need.

When she opened her eyes, she gasped at what she saw... Emma was
dressed just as she had pictured, her movements now flowing in slow
motion, like the visions of depravity that invaded her dreaming.
Emma's breasts sat like ripe canteloupes, unbound, with nipples stiff
and pointing toward her like beacons of blissful promise.

She heard Emma's voice in her head, sending delicious shills down
her spine. "You see? You are already learning the Art of Gracing.
There is nothing to fear... only that which is longed for..."

Somewhere deep inside, Julia knew that the latex that looked painted
onto Emma was an illusion, something she had brought into their
perception by her will... but it didn't matter. It looked real,
smelled real... and it was so visually powerful that Julia found
herself getting lost in passion that was eroding her thoughts faster
than she could replace them.

*(You want me more than anything, Julia...)* Emma intoned,
slithering the thought into Julia's mind like viscous, honeyed oil,
sending her skin into goosebumps. And it was true. *Nothing fucking
matters but this moment with your lover, with your Goddess...*

Julia jerked herself aware in a moment of reverse deja vu. This was
terribly wrong... she was succumbing to a child, a naive girl who
should not be able to command so much power. She knew it with all of
her being. But the latex was still there, and her skin, now covered
with glistening oil, *looked* like fucking liquid *sex*. Julia shook
her head as rivulets of tingling pleasure rolled over her scalp.

She stood, legs wobbling, and made her way to the door. Throwing it
open, she  fell backwards onto her buttocks in surprise as she found
Fiona, angry and glowering, standing before her, blocking her path.
Julia tried to scoot away, but everything was back in slow motion
again, her body moving through the molasses of altered perception,
hands refusing to find any purchase on the floor.

"You stupid *cunt*!" screamed the ancient Matriarch. "*Now* look
what you've done! You've ruined everything the Daughters have been
working towards for 3,000 years! You *BITCH!* Your first punishment
was pleasant... but *now,* you're going to *PAY*!"

Fiona stretched a hand out towards Julia, closed her eyes and put
her head back slightly... and stopped.

"You see, Julia? She is not who she says she is at *all,*" came the
voice of Emma, breaking through the fog of Julia's fear. Julia crab-
legged over to the door and kicked it shut, and raised herself to her
feet, spinning around to face Emma again.

She gasped in both confusion and arousal at what she saw. Emma was
nearly covered with the smooth latex, with only her feet, hands, and
the soft oval of her face showing from inside the bodysuit. The smell
of the latex hit Julia full force again, and she felt heat thrust
into her crotch like the blast of a sex-kiln, baking her lust into
her, soldering her ravenous desire into every nerve in her body.

She was confused and afraid... but could not resist the ancient call
of needs deeper than history. She looked for a way out, and finding
nothing with which to free herself struggled in panic for anything
she could do.

A thought of incredible clarity sprang from the deep well of her
subconscious, and she listened. *Play along, get the girl to let her
defenses down... it won't hurt to... fucking cum... touch her, help
her... obey her... wait for the crack in the armor to show... then
lick... find the Holy Clit... pleasure Her... obey Her... release
your fear... fear kills... love heals... love Her... save Her...
surrender to love... to lust... worship Emma... Emma slut.... am a
slut... am a slave... am a cunt-slave... obey... cunt-slave...*

*All thoughts lead to Emma... Emma leads to Sondra... Sondra leads
to Bliss...*

The name did not create the slightest stir as it burrowed deep into
Julia's mind, nestling in, and growing roots that Julia could feel
take hold and grow. She tried for a moment to think what it might
mean, but it felt too fucking good to worry about it. It was the
mindfuck of heaven itself.

The roots began to spread apart Julia's intellect, breaking it into
pieces, feeding on it, making her part of the roots and the roots
part of her, totally inseparable. She could feel the roots commanding
her, pushing pleasure beyond imagining through her psyche and body,
sucking away her mind and returning it... different... transformed...
obedient... *corrupted*...

*Just one... touch...* was the final coherent thought that the Julia
knew.

As her body quaked with the sensations now pouring freely through
it, she reached down to her own flood of wetness and dipped deep into
her folds. She pulled up, tasting, and then, eyes wide and nearly
unseeing in the firestorm of pleasure coursing through her, she held
it to Emma's lips.

Eyes wide and unblinking and mouth slack, she watched as Emma
suckled on her finger, chewing and licking the juices and moaning
with bottomless passion.

As she pulled her finger free, she noticed that it was covered with
the slick blackness of the latex. It rippled upward, covering her
palm, and then out to cover her other fingers, creating a living
glove of shiny blackness. Her hand began to tingle, and then, to
tickle. Even without words, Julia realized that her hand was
*cumming.*

The spread stopped halfway to her elbow, and as her eyes rolled up
into her head, Julia was beginning to lose any sense of reality as
the pleasure increased in wave after wave of alien, orgasmic pleasure.

(*That's right, Julia... let the pleasure consume you... take you...
become you...*)

Julia's deepest self was being seduced... to fight against this...
this molten whirlpool of ecstasy... was simply beyond her grasp. All
she managed to do was bring her head forward and look into the
waiting eyes of Emma.

Reaching up and pulling her down to the bed, Emma kissed Julia
deeply, her tongue snaking into her mouth and dancing... pushing
deeper and deeper... all the way into her throat, tingling with
blazing sensations of almost clitoral throbbing... and then suddenly
her mouth was filling with something slick and... delicious... the
smell of latex filled Julia's nose at the same time she was blasted 
with the realization of what was happening.

This insidious, seductive orgasmic ooze was filling her... taking
her... she was beginning to feel the orgasm in her mouth, her throat,
inside her ears... even inside the bone of her skull... nothing was
immune, nothing hidden. She lay back, as the sweet sensation of
climax swelled though her, her body beginning to twitch and shudder
uncontrollably as all awareness left her entirely and she became
nothing more than a reaction to pleasure itself.

Emma released her from the kiss and, turning and straddling Julia's
mouth with her own inflamed and swollen pussy, lowered her mouth to
the wellspring of the Goddess/Daughter who had once been Julia
Shelton.

The black ichor began to flow from Julia's budding snatch onto
Emma's waiting, oily-slick tongue... and, swallowing, she allowed it
to pass through her essence, adding the will of Sondra and feeding it
to Julia as it poured from her own jetting pussy and asshole.

Julia was bucking uncontrollably now, the pleasure completely beyond
human experience, the orgasm of shared consciousness driving her
shifting essence into new, totally depraved realms... Emma could feel
her own consciousness melding and bringing her closer to her own
epiphany of lust.

Julia's mouth was screaming, but it was unheard... as more and more
of the satiny, slick blackness poured into and through her, every
nerve dedicated to more and more pleasure... her body feverishly
growing new pleasure sensors at the bidding of the lust-roots now
irreversibly lodged within her heart and mind and soul.

The black, oozing rubbery mass began to vibrate from the energy,
creating a seamless, wide ribbon that moved faster and faster through
both women, vibrating against their sex and against their bodies-made-
sex... insanely faster, like a belt of pleasure, racing through them
as the silent screams of both women rose in their minds, pushing them
farther and farther into fevered passion, beyond abandon, beyond even
lust...

And then, as they reached the dark precipice at the edge of fused,
maniacal pleasure, they leapt into orgasm as lovers leap to death...
into the void of pleasure... where nothing existed but the pure
essence of sexual rapture, consuming them entirely as they
disappeared into the nothingness of perfect union...

....when Emma awoke, they were both walking along the road to the
closest village, two hundred kilometers from the lodge of Fiona.
Julia walked behind, blind to everything around her, unseeing and
unfeeling, lost in the Rapture of Nowhere, the legendary domain of
True Daughters.

She would not be the same Julia when she awakened.

----

*"Mistress?"*

*"Yes, cunt-slave?"*

*"You saw. You know."*

*"Yes."*

*"She may truly be the Restorer, Mistress."*

*"Yes. She may be. That is why you must take the next step."*

*"Yes, Mistress. It does seem mundane, though... after..."*

*"After what?"*

*"After... how I have seen You use Your power..."*

*"Liar."*

*"Yes, Mistress."*

*"She is at her most vulnerable now. Now is the only time we can
shape her. She is not present enough for gracing. So either you can
sit and whisper my Truth to her for the next ninety-some days, or you
can use the couch."*

*"Yes Mistress. Your cunt-slave will use the couch."*

*"Good girl."*

*"Thank You, Mistress."*

----

Darkness. The blackness was bliss, and the bliss was endless.
Nameless, faceless, without memory, there was no thought, no sense of
anything but just "being".

An eternity stretched in all directions, all things focused on this
one moment. Pleasure beyond expression. Beyond life and even death,
no thought could possibly convey even a simple, awkward description.

This was the Rapture of Nowhere.

Eternity backwards. Eternity forwards.

And then, a thought slowly swirled and coalesced...

Julia saw that she was somewhere, but where that was, she could not
tell. She did not have enough presence to care, or not care. It
wasn't even a whisper in her mind.

She let the pleasure of the blackness continue to seduce her mind
and body.

And then, words began to emerge from the silence... words that did
not compete with anything else for her attention... her focus... her
inevitable acceptance...

Julia saw, heard and felt nothing but Truth.

----

Emma sipped her coffee, tired and footsore after the journey they
had just taken. She envied Julia's oblivion. She placated her
physical pain with the knowledge that her mission for Mistress Sondra
had been successful. She could let go for a bit, now that she had
settled into Mistress' retreat-house with Julia.

Emma sat and closed her eyes, letting her inner senses see the
psychic form of Julia. She was still encased in her latex cocoon, and
now lay on the Couch of Teaching, one of the Covenance's most
insidious devices. Being used as it was now, Emma knew that it was
even more powerful than usual.

The Couch was playing simple commands into Julia's spongy,
receptive, vulnerable, malleable mind. Not just playing... it was
vibrating it into her from her back to her front, from top to bottom,
from inside out.

Normally, the Couch would chip away at the resolve of a Daughter as
the relentless commands coursed through her. As each resistant
thought emerged, it would be destroyed in a powerful physical and
psychic blast. Emma had seen the strongest  of Daughters crack in
less than an hour.

For Julia, in her altered state of consciousness, there *were* no
resistant thoughts. There was no sense of time or place. While it was
being spoken into her, each word would be Julia's single thought. It
would be her entire universe. It would be her fucking *existence*.

And she would be listening without ceasing for the next twelve days.

*"Cunt-slave."*

Emma jerked to attention and fell to her knees as her Mistress spoke
to her mind. *"Yes, Mistress Sondra, your whore hears and obeys,"*
she answered.

*"You have done well, and your reward shall be great."*

Emma shivered as the touch of her Mistress' mind-kiss sent waves of
pleasure through her body... every tremor of lust deepening her
willing servitude.

*"And how is my little 'bun-in-the-oven'?"*

*"You cannot see, Mistress?"*

*"Don't be impudent. No, I can't. The Cocoon shields her from all
but those within a very short distance. In the ancient days, this
protected the Daughters from outside influence, as long as they were
isolated during the time of Fullness. Someday I'll have to let you
read the ancient texts. They are most illuminating.

"Now, take me to into her, through yourself. Open for me, precious
Daughter-whore."*

*"Yes, Mistress. Your word is my life."*

Emma focused and moved her mind to Julia's still, imprisoned body.
She slipped quietly, invisibly into Julia's thoughts and perceptions,
seeing, for the first time since bonding, the inside of Julia's mind.
She could not hear the Couch of Teaching, but she could feel the
nearly irresistible draw to the black depths where Julia's
indoctrination was under way.

She felt her Mistress' mind consume her own, and bathed in the bliss
of her own submission as she watched, her quickened arousal
reverberating more with each moment.

*"Who are you?"* came the words of Sondra's will.

*"Julia,"* came the thought-word from the blackness.

*"What are you?*"

*"Daughter, Cunt-slave, Mind-whore, Handmaiden to Almighty Goddess
Sondra."*

*"What is your purpose?"*

*"To fulfill the Will of Sondra in all things."*

*"What are the limits of your obedience, adoration, lust and love
for Sondra?"*

*"There are no limits."*

*"And how long will you be owned by and totally in service to
Sondra?"*

*"For all eternity."*

Emma felt Sondra slowly, gingerly pull back from the abyss, and
pulled back her own mind, careful not to create any wakes or evidence
of their presence.

*"When next you cum, cunt-slave, it shall be more than glorious.
After only a few short hours, Julia is already too far down the road
of surrender to turn back. This is my gift to you, your reward for
unswerving obedience. Mistress is well-pleased."*

*"Thank You, Mistress."*

When Sondra was finally gone, Emma found herself shaking. As much as
what Mistress was doing excited her beyond expression, she also felt
a profound sadness. In her bonding with Julia, she had been surprised
to find someone truly deserving of her devotion and love. Her eyes
stung briefly as the tragedy hit home.

*That* Julia would be no more.

Trying to collect herself, lest Mistress find her in mourning, Emma
shuddered with horror and pleasure as she tried to imagine the
ramifications. By the time Julia's mind returned to the physical
realm, the Couch would be giving her instructions so complex that
they would be a maze from which there was no escape. Julia would be a
fucktoy *and* a True Daughter of Sondra's whims.

The world had never seen the Daughter that Julia would become. No
one had ever bent, twisted and reshaped a True Daughter so completely.

That was already changing.

It was unimaginably arousing and, at the same time, unspeakably
horrific. Emma felt the urgent desire to cum, along with the
maddening desire to end her own existence. Her shame caressed her
pride, creating a torture of infinite pleasure and pain.

Finally, unable to escape her own betrayal, she did the only thing
she could.

Emma wept.

Whether from joy or grief, she could not say.


----

Part Three

Something was changing. Emma could feel the shifts without even
closing her eyes. It was only the eighth day, and things were
happening that should have not been occurring until the eleventh. She
was concerned, but she was steadfast in her duty. She prepared
herself to perform her second of two examinations for the day,
examinations demanded by Mistress Sondra.

She closed her eyes, and felt/saw her eyelids become transparent as
she moved out from her body and towards the mind of the woman who lay
on the Couch of Teaching.

Julia.

She stopped her thoughts from trembling as winds of betrayal swept
through her. She was between something even less forgiving than a
rock and hard place. She was between Misery and Hell.

When Sondra had sent her on a mission to find this "spurious"
Goddess, she had gone willingly. It didn't matter to her that Sondra
had twisted her mind into that of a slave, lover and unquestioningly
devoted assassin... the rewards had been nearly constant pleasure,
and a purpose so strong that she had never looked back once. Not
*once.*

But the spurious Goddess had been Julia.

In Emma's seduction, designed to let Sondra shape Julia's very
deepest will and motivations, she had finally found the one woman she
could willingly, without hesitation, call Goddess. From a deeper
place than she could name, her spirit yearned to surrender, to
submit. She felt the call of something like maternity; the need to
protect, serve and pleasure... *Julia...* this beautiful... True
Daughter...

That was it. True Daughter. Restorer. The One of Wisdom and
Reclamation. She who would return femalekind to its true origin and
path.

Still, Sondra had trained Emma well and, in the end, she had led
Julia into her Time of Fullness, where she would metamorphose into
the Restorer she was destined to become. And, with Emma's assistance,
she would become Maidenslave to Mistress Sondra. It would be like
setting someone loose with a hydrogen bomb during the Middle Ages.

Through Julia, Sondra would be unstoppable.

Emma caught tears welling up again, and hesitated before entering
Julia. She was trapped. If she saved Julia, she would betray Sondra.
If she obeyed Sondra, she would betray Julia. The pain and pressure
built in her, like a vise closing around her soul, nearly imploding
her mind; and then... she crossed a threshold.

She knew what she had to do. Regardless of the fact that it would
likely mean death or worse, she knew without question that she must
save Julia, the true Goddess, the True Daughter. Bringing Julia into
her time of Fullness, of Becoming, had changed everything she had
once believed true.

And with new knowledge came certainty.

She was ready to meet her fate, so focused that she did not care if
she was serving foolishness or destiny, or both.

Sighing with determined clarity, she entered Julia's consciousness.

Emma looked around, trying to get her bearings. With each passing
day, it was becoming harder and harder not to get lost in the
swirling, pitch-black pleasure of Julia's rapture. It had started as
a pit, deep in Julia's psyche, but it had grown exponentially, so
that it was now impossible to enter her without being constantly
bombarded with thoughts of pleasure and with the wild abandon of
complete sexual and emotional surrender.

Images grew and coalesced in Emma's mind, each more bizarre than the
last... latex and leather, warm, wet tongues covering every inch of
her shivering, wanton flesh, rubber dildos moving as if alive,
exploring every orifice of her body, their singular snouts sniffing
out and titillating erogenous zones where none had existed before.
Emma could feel her limbs dance convulsively with unfettered delight,
following a rhythm beyond her ability to hear, as the aching need in
her loins drove away all but the most depraved, brazen thoughts...

It was almost like music, but more primal, more instinctive, more
*pervasive* than any song invented by humankind. Praise, seduction,
the joy of becoming one with the pulsing, wondrous chorus... it was
even stronger than it had been just hours before.

Emma had heard other Daughter Songs, music that radiated outward in
a siren call of seduction, and recognized many beautiful and familiar
strains in Julia. But this... this Song of... *something else...* had
none of the searching, none of the unfulfilled need that wove itself
through other Daughters' chantings... this was a Song of Complete
Authority, corrupting everything it touched.

Emma could feel it changing her very being, as her "real" fingers,
acting on instructions that were stronger than those of her own mind,
began a decadent ritual of endlessly circling and pinching her
insanely aroused clit.

She suddenly saw the futility of her goal, the impossibility of
undoing the damage: she was a mosquito trying to write graffiti in
the Grand Canyon, whose very existence had now been shaped, cut and
scarred by the river that was Sondra's will.

Even the evil infecting Julia had become beautiful in her presence.
Emma felt her own desire to try to save Julia... and saw that it was
the... right... wrong... thing to do...  was obscenely defiling...
delicious... was useless... she was cunt-slave... pleasuring
cuntlicker... no mind... no will... drone...

Some unknown part of her essence awakened her from her reverie of
surrender...  it was so *hard* to not fall into the chanting,
glorious song... she needed desperately to be coherent or the world
would lose the "true" Julia forever.

She took a deep breath, concentrating everything she had into
keeping herself from dispersing completely into the vast, seductive
ambrosia of Julia's mind. Then, as carefully as she could, she took a
step into the Rapture.

*...must cum Sondra Almighty praise Sondra surrender love obey
Sondra all good follow obey forever Sondra others bad others follow
Sondra leads Almighty Goddess Sondra cum Julia obey pleasure obey
corrupt obey no boundary exalt Sondra slut maidenslave cunt clit body
mind soul spirit obey all obey all love all is Sondra is all is
Sondra's will Julia loves Sondra Julia property Sondra owner cum for
Sondra must cum harder higher cum cum all cum Sondra rules must cum
Sondra Almighty praise Sondra surrender love obey Sondra all good
follow obey forever Sondra others bad others follow Sondra leads
Almighty Goddess Sondra...*

Emma felt her thoughts bowing to the Couch of Teaching along with
Julia, repeating every phrase, knowing before thinking....
*believing* every phrase... and then, turning to face the flowing
torrents, pressing out single words into the Teaching Stream.
*rebel... compassion... heal... love... touch... remember... rebel...*

She lost her balance for a moment, and then continued, despite her
growing frenzy of unfocused lust and sweet, feverish surrender. The
need to obey swallowed whole every emerging thought, as the words of
Teaching blasted away at her cognizance, pleasure blossoming through
her body like fast-motion flowers of brightness as she lost her
ability to tell where, when, and even *who* she was.

As she lost her sense of self completely, Emma felt herself...
*move...* and she was back in her body, collapsed on the floor,
fingers still pressing her satin-like cuntfolds, her mind giving in
more and more to the pleasure, the mantra of the Couch melded with
the Song of Julia, flowing through her mind in a flood of
irresistible seduction and wicked pleasure... commanding her...
owning her... *loving* her...

As her consciousness was boiled down into thick, viscous slut-
pleasure by the tingling, flowing, unending Rapture of the Godde...
the Holy Maidenslave... she wished only to be seen, to be known as
cunt-slave, as owned... the total lust-ridden abandon of
uncontrollable climax upon climax exploded through every pore, an
orgy of singular purpose... of perfect holy fire...

And then it slowed, mercifully... only to begin... again...

----

For Julia, there were no thoughts. There was only existence.
Reality. Perfect knowledge.

*I OBEY SONDRA.*

*SONDRA IS EXISTENCE.*

*I SERVE SONDRA'S EVERY THOUGHT. SONDRA'S SLIGHTEST WHIM IS MY LAW
AND COMMANDMENT.*

*THERE IS NO PLEASURE BUT PLEASING SONDRA.*

*EVERY ATOM OF MY BEING LIVES FOR ONE PERFECT PURPOSE: THE GLORIOUS
WILL OF GODDESS SONDRA.*

Julia became aware. In the blackness, she let her thoughts dance
with the Teaching as she slowly came into the remembrance of having a
body, of *thinking*. She had not noticed the moment when her own
thoughts had returned.
 
They came trickling back in ponderings, in remembrance... memories
of recent times and times long ago... some were her own memories,
some were the inward acknowledgments of the girl she could sense was
near... and then more, and even more, and more still... a steadily
increasing stream of thought that was soon crashing through her
solitude like a flood.

Specific thoughts, abstract emotion... near and distant... and Julia
suddenly realized that it was the shared female consciousness of
which... Fiona *(bitch! whore!)* had spoken.

It was a glorious cacophony of the true feminine. She could see that
many minds did not fully hear it, and that a few heard and added to
the intricate patterns. And then, just above the beautiful
pandemonium of ancient unity, she heard a sound that was more like a
hymn, slowly growing, changing the chaos around it more and more, a
song of...

*Joanna. Nymph-slut. Nemesis.*

She listened to the rapturous, sonorous chant of joy... and heard
echoes of her own thought-song within its subtle phrasing. It was the
song of a neophyte, of a fledgling Truthspeaker, full of loneliness
and longing and promises of divine pleasure... seduction to
obedience... but Julia could hear the unmistakable orchestrations of
a True Daughter.

A wicked smile grew on her face... and, reaching out to touch the
minds of the women near Joanna, she...*changed*... the song. Not
enough to alert the inexperienced nymph-slut... it was merely a
variation on a theme... but enough to begin to affect her, and affect
her enthralled subjects.

A new note here... a phrase there... an adoring modulation... the
joy of pain... and pleasure... mixing... beautiful... irresistible...
dark... sweet... addictive... more...

Soon, Joanna would be succumbing to sweetly evil instincts, unable
to resist the pleasure snaking into her mind, and unable to
distinguish these pervasive new desires from her own.

The nymph-bitch was not yet aware enough to sense Julia's touch. She
would have to go through the Transformation, and until then, Julia
would be able to play with her without fear of reprisal.

And she would be playing often.

But Julia knew instinctively that Joanna also needed a sister, a
peer... someone with whom she could share herself without fear. They
were Kindred, or possibly something... *else,* something *more.* As
much as she despised Joanna for denying Sondra her Holy Due, she felt
a longing that was deeper than even her mind and soul. It was...
perhaps...

Julia turned away from the thought in revulsion. This little *bitch*
was the enemy of Sondra, and so, the enemy of Julia. She was...
*(yes)*... only saving her for the pleasure of later corruption.

Her amusement finished, she sat for a long while, calming her
thoughts, deciding how to proceed.

Julia began to sing her own Song of Authority, her Hymn of Loving
Obedience...

Julia Shelton, Goddess of the Path, True Daughter, Maidenslave to
Almighty Sondra, felt the evil, delicious pleasure inside her swell
to magnificence as she listened to the rhythms begin to echo and take
root deep within the shared consciousness of all femalekind...

----

As she continued the song inwardly, she slowly opened her eyes. She
saw the white of the ceiling, and then heard a deep moan from her
left. Turning her head, she looked at the woman laying on the floor,
body twitching every so often, like the convulsions of a deep sleep.

Slowly sitting up, she looked with more closely at the girl. A name
came to her... *Emma*...

Emma, the young one who had brought her to this epiphany, this
existence... this perfect fusion of pleasure and surrender.

She reached into Emma's mind... and perused the events all the way
from her time at the lodge until now. Knowing it was a memory didn't
make it less powerful... Julia felt arousal build within herself as
she watched her own blessed corruption, her time on the Couch of
Teaching... and then...

Julia's face twisted into a scowl of rage. Her thought/will shot out
of her like a striking snake. *Emma, you little BITCH! How dare you
rebuke the Holy Will of Sondra! How DARE you attempt to defile me
with your weak, putrid ideals! Oh, I know you suffer mindlessly for
your foolish Touch, but this is only the* beginning *of your
torment...*

Julia reached out in Gracing to Emma.

And as was true with so much of what was known about the Lost
Daughters, this was a Gracing beyond any that had been imagined...

In the room, there was no sound but that of Julia's soft, purposeful
breathing.

----

Sondra approached her private retreat, troubled and shaken.  She had
been terrified by her near-destruction... and could not help letting
her mind wander over the memories.

Memories of Joanna.

Joanna, who sang a Chant of Longing, a Melody of Surrender.

Sondra had thought it so childish... and then found it...
insidious... captivating... it became a Fugue, growing in complexity,
twisting in her mind... and when it began to echo her own wonderfully
depraved leanings, she had nearly fallen to the little wonder-bitch,
the beautiful... enchanting... seductive...

She chopped off the offensive thought before it went any farther.

And what had happened to Emma? Losing contact with her cunt-slave
had thrown her off-balance, adding to her uncertainty.

She had never felt so alone.

In fact, she felt as if she were losing everything... and only a few
days ago she had been so sure of her path, of her destiny. Now, she
could barely take a step without questioning her actions.

She wondered for a moment if falling completely to Joanna would have
been the better fate...

*(Yessssssss.....)*

Dammit! The residual effects of Joanna's siren call were still
floating up to surprise her.

And now she had to face the result of her most risky endeavor... the
subjugation of Julia. She prayed to the Ancient Mother-Spirit that
she had been successful... in times of trauma, even this quaint
superstition seemed much more rational.

Sondra realized that she was standing at the front door, using her
inner turmoil to avoid her inevitable entry into the unknown. She
reached out her hand, turned the knob, pushed... and entered.

Turning right from the foyer, she entered the living room. From
there she walked into the Great Room in the rear... no sign of Emma.
No sign of Julia. The Couch of Teaching was still in place, but it
was the only evidence that either woman had been here. She reached
out with her mind, trying to sense either of the women, and was
devastated to realize that they were gone. Panic began to spread icy
fingers around her mind.

She was in deep, deep trouble.

"Are you impressed, Goddess?"

Sondra nearly jumped out of her skin as she turned and saw Julia
*(beautiful...)* lounging on the Couch, Emma kneeling beside her,
head bowed, legs spread wantonly, hands obscenely holding open the
petals of her luscious, cunt, as a finger slowly circled her swollen,
visible clit...

Sondra regained her composure, working to put a look of mild boredom
on her face. "Invisibility is an easy trick, maidenslave." She hoped
with all of her being that the Couch had accomplished its task of
corruption.

She smiled as she got her answer.

"MMMMMmmmmmmm Yes, Goddess," Julia said with a breathy moan, "But
your maidenslave knows that to escape detection by an experienced
Daughter is not a common feat. And she knows... nnnnnnn yesssss...
that you know it, too..."

Sondra felt relief... at least one part of her plan had gone well.
Her mere presence was creating a lust in Julia that was beyond her
ability to question... to which she could only greedily surrender...
just as she had been taught... just as she had been *remade*.

Maybe she hadn't lost... *everything.*

It was time to test the water. 

"Maidenslave... gift your Goddess... it is time to live your
purpose," called Sondra, her breath already becoming shallow and fast
as she succumbed to her own need and lust, fueled more fully by the
grief of her recent trauma.

Julia stood slowly and walked across the room, head lowered, eyes
gazing hotly at Sondra. Every movement sent out a wake of subtle
Gracing, and even in Sondra herself, the desire to kneel before this
True Daughter was nearly irresistible. By the time Julia stood
directly before her, Sondra's knees were visibly shaking, lips
trembling with raging desire, and she was, for the second time in a
very few days, unsure if she could withstand the raw, seething power
emanating from another Daughter.

Her tentative worry grew along with the flaming desire coursing
through her veins... again, she had underestimated a Daughter's
power... and she hoped desperately that the Couch had established
enough control over Julia.

*(Ohhhhhhhhhhh)* She felt herself heating into a molten, shivering
body... it was beyond human, it was beyond sex, must... surrender...
must... 

Julia reached out and touched Sondra's temple with two fingers.

Sondra slipped into a long, hissing sigh as Julia's raw power
entered her consciousness. *my... oh fuck... she's...* Gracing...
*me...* came an untethered thought. Her worry blossomed into absolute
fear of the Woman standing before her. Her plan had failed... FAILED!
She could feel the pressure building in her mind, clamping in tighter
and tighter as it reshaped her thoughts, her abilities, even her
physical senses... her pussy was exploding, her clit screaming in
volcanic pleasure... pussy flowing out a stream of slick, black...
Goddess... *rubbery*... nectar...

And then, in a huge spasm that blasted through her thoughts and
body, spreading fire through every nerve, she came... a climax
rushing through her like heated wind, lifting her outside of reason.
Her last awareness before the shiny, slick blackness engulfed her was
how pitiful and inept her own attempts at Gracing had been... and
then she was without thought at all... a quivering mass of depraved,
corrupted, wonderful fucklust... a whore, a cunt, a mindless vessel
of driving sex, body convulsing, mouth and pussy drooling as one, a
sculpture of perfect pleasure... beyond the reach of anything or
anyone, save... Julia...

And then, with the thunderous shock of immediate silence, it was gone.

She dared not move. She could feel the new, untested channels of her
mind, the change of balance in her body and in her energy, but could
not find the courage open her eyes.

Except that she had to.

She cautiously, slowly slid them open, only to see that Julia had
disappeared again. Even surprise and disappointment did not come
through the massive haze of her recovery from the onslaught.

Her eyes traveled downward, slowly... she had a peculiar feeling
that if she moved them too quickly, unimaginable pain and suffering
would be her prize. She had never felt so much a stranger in her own
body. And then, she smiled with malevolent glee.

She saw.

Julia had not left... she was on her knees before her Goddess, her
head bowed in humble, prayerful worship, her nipples hardened and
aureoles wrinkled, her slick, hairless pussy exposed widely... the
smell of her arousal a more potent aphrodisiac, a more perfect
pheromone, than the world had seen for 3,000 years.

For Daughters, it was the aroma of Homecoming. For men, it would be
the siren call of destruction.

Sondra let her eyes wander slowly over her conquest again. Short
hair, as black as nothingness, gelled into spikes... a face both
supple and firm, of high cheekbones and large open eyes that sat
above a perfectly tapered nose and soft, moist, full lips... long
neck flowing into soft, but strong, shoulders... arms of silken
sinew, fingers of Grace and elegance... the nearly spherical orbs of
her breasts, uplifted as if unaffected by gravity... her ass, heart-
shaped and full, with the tiniest dimple above the cleavage... legs
shaped as in a lustful vision no artist had yet rendered... and feet
so delicate that no one, upon seeing them, could be left untouched...
she was without fault, without blemish.

Julia was more than beautiful... she was the definition of beauty
itself.

And Julia, Maidenslave, True Daughter, was possessed with one
purpose...

The Will of Almighty Goddess Sondra. 

A Goddess who was unable to stop smiling from her most shadowed
depths...

----

"What have you done to Emma, maidenslave?" asked Sondra, looking
down at her newborn cunt worshipper. "I can't sense her presence at
all..."

"She has been... corrected, Goddess," whispered Julia. "She tried to
undo your Holy Purpose as I was enthralled in my Becoming... and she
has paid a price for her treachery."

"You aren't answering my *question,* fuckslut! What has she become?"

Julia winced at the rebuke... and the reaction made Sondra nearly
climax as she realized the full depth of this True Daughter's
devotion and surrendered power.

"She is a Focus, Goddess. Her true mind is trapped outside her body,
forced to watch as her 'Graced' consciousness and body follow my...
and thereby your... will. She is both enthralled with desire and
tortured by revulsion, but it is endless, and there is no rest for
her. She must watch and experience and feel every moment. I can see
her in her thought-cage... she has already slipped the bonds of
sanity. Someday perhaps I will allow her the honor of her true mind
being transformed into what she is seeing."

"Delicious." Sondra shivered as a wave of sadistic pleasure soaked
through her... and wondered if it was a gift from the True Daughter
kneeling before her.

Reluctantly, she returned to the conversation at hand. "Focus? What
exactly do you mean by that?"

"Goddess, please allow your maidenslut to demonstrate?" Julia
requested, quietly.

"By all means, my precious pussywhore... you have my complete
attention."

"Thank you, Goddess."

Turning to the still-kneeling Emma, Julia closed her eyes and sent a
simple mental command: *(Seduce)*

Sondra felt her body stiffen slightly, although it wasn't
uncomfortable. It was more like being stuck in molasses. Other than
that there was no real sensation. In fact, it was very relaxing,
very... pleasant. She discovered that she could relax every muscle in
her body and still stand perfectly straight, perfectly... alluring...

"This isn't like Gracing, is it... maiden...slave..." she sighed as
she let her body release all its tension into the... whatever it
was...

"No, Goddess... it is like...

Julia hesitated, searching for the right words.

"I will attempt to explain. With light, if you amplify it, and shoot
it through a ruby, it becomes coherent... focused... and millions of
times more powerful... and useful... you can melt through the
strongest armor... or make the tiniest surgical cut...

"Emma is the ruby for my thoughts... they enter her and come out...
focused, coherent, unstoppable... the feeling... the effect... is
much more than Gracing could ever be..."

Sondra felt... a tingle... no, more like a slow wave, washing
against her feet and hands. She tried to move them, and found that
she couldn't... captive to the... tickle... the... mmmmm... waves
licking at her skin... soaking in them... feeling them sink deeper,
past her outer layers...

"Did you know, Goddess, that before I knew of my origin... my
destiny... that I had something even the Daughters could not give me?
Don't worry, I already know the answer. You had no idea at all.

"It is a gift, but not one of telepathic powers... it is the ability
to discern the motivations of others... to see their deepest
desires... and to use them... however I feel they should be used...

"Many of my sluts at home have cleaved to me by just such knowledge
and nothing more... I didn't have to seduce them so much as let them
seduce themselves..."

Sondra let out a loud yelp as the waves shot like bliss-soaked lava
up her arms and legs, pressing, kneading her from the inside out,
glorious waves of depraved sexflesh... no way to turn from the...
the... the... like... tiny orgasmic explosions... unable to tell
where her skin stopped and the air began...

"And now I am your slave, my Goddess, devoted to fulfilling your
every desire, loving you until the end of time, creating for you the
world in which you wish to live... a wish you have never consciously
acknowledged or perhaps imagined... but that I have known you desired
since my awakening...

"You want to dominate, to own, but even more... you want to be an
adoring, worshipping cunt-slave and pleasuring mindwhore to one who
is worthy, who will never betray you... never turn you away... see it
now... you *know* that it's true...

"It is what you hoped for with all your slaves... Emma, even
Claudia... but I, *Julia,* am the one you have waited for... True
Daughter... Perfect Goddess... Restorer... devoted Lover and
Maidenslave for Eternity..."

Sondra screamed pleasure as another inch of her body was taken by
the relentless waves... urging her... pushing her to surrender...
submit... 

"Why do you fight so? Dear Goddess... it is what you *want*... what
you *desire*... to be totally corrupted and used, taken, loved,
honored, and... *owned*. *(Release, slave... obey... become... the
dream...)*

Fear gripped Sondra as she tried to find the source of the
seduction... to cap it off, to stop it... she reached her mind
towards Emma... only to find her own eyes staring back at her,
pleading with... begging her... demanding that she obey, as the waves
reached her slick, treasonous folds... lapping up to her clit...
making it swell in turgid rapture, the ecstasy spreading the
wonderfully evil sensations through her entire body... causing her
last barriers to fall... wave... wave... wave... it felt like each
pass was lifting her off the floor...

In a terrible, wonderful moment of self-betrayal, she grasped the
truth of Julia's words... she *wanted* this... *needed* this... this
ravenous, pure, sexual consumption of her own mind... it *was* the
dream she had denied but known in her earliest memories...

She felt the thick waves pressing up into her asshole, deep into her
abdomen, like a single sinewy strand of black ooze that merged with
others to combine and drive her into whole new vistas of lustful
bliss... Goddess... Julia... Sondra... obey... love... tingling,
teasing, cruel, corrupting bliss...

The edges of orgasm teased her mercilessly underneath her skin...
and she heard... the rhythm... the song... of... of *Julia*...
authority... protection... her pleasure screaming higher and higher
as she gave in to her innermost desire to be remade in... Julia's
image...

Her mouth opened in a silent scream, head thrown back... air choked
off from the pleasure flowing through her... and then... somewhere
else... back stronger again.... her matted hair whipping her skin
into more and more primal lust and obedience... *obey... higher...
obey... deeper... obey...*

Her eyes found Emma, and she saw the transformed cunt-slave, tongue
lashing the air in unison with the sensations flowing through
Sondra's body, hands convulsing, opening and closing, toes curling
and uncurling with lunatic speed...taking them... her mind had the
most idiotic... delicious... thought... laserfucking...

Sondra came. It did not start as a rush of pleasure. It began as a
tremor in the earth, gaining strength, momentum, shaking her, making
her teeth chatter, building intensity past anywhere that pleasure had
taken her before... a wave pushing her ahead... body surfing on
fucklust and bliss... wind whipping faster... faster... faster than
sound... than thought... fire ripping her skin from her bones...
sealing her to her destiny... cumming... cumming...
*cummmmminnnnnnng*...

And at the brink of insanity, where there was only fucking and
pleasure and sex to breathe... she felt Julia *cum*... the sensation
adding to her own... fucking *inside* her... ripping away the tatters
of her mind, the shards of her bitterness... and she passed into the
full swell of her surrender and longing, the Song of Julia playing on
her swollen lips, the taste of Julia in every swallow... the mind of
Julia in every thought... she was...

.... cunt-slave to Goddess Julia.

Sondra, lover, slave of her own slave... felt something else...

For the first time for nearly as long as she could remember, she
felt serenity.

It was the openness of when she was still less than a year old, when
anything was good to be happy about, and nothing was a barrier to
receiving or showing her joy...

----

Sister Mariah sat in her room, studying the Holy Scriptures. The
single lamp on her desk shone its yellow light on the carefully
formed words and pictures, which had been painstakingly preserved
over time.

Adjustment to her life in the Order had been hard... it was only
recently that she had begun to accept her station. In fact, it had
become a joy, and her regimen of prayers and meditations had come to
be her favorite parts of the day.

She tried to think back to when the change for the better had begun,
and she realized that it was when Sister Angela had returned last
month from the Northwest Missions, with new songs and hymns for Daily
Chapel. Although they were a bit different than anything they'd sung
before, and some had even disliked them, they were infectious, and
nearly all of the Sisters hummed them all day long now.

There were still a few holdouts, but they were locked away in the
basement, and they'd give in soon enough. Everyone would give in
eventually. Everyone would sing. It was simply the way of things.

She heard a faint knock on her door, and briefly scowled as she
removed her hand from its nearly ceaseless finger-prayer upon her
Rosary Bead of Heavenly Worship and Delight. Knowing that her endless
devotion was pleasing to Goddess, she disliked any interruption in
her communion with the Song of Authority.

She licked the juices from her fingers before answering.

"Come... in..." she sighed, hoping that perhaps it was Sister
Latisha, the dark-skinned beauty of the Convent, stopping by for a
Ritual of Holy Bonding. She was only slightly disappointed that it
was Sister Francesca... my, but she was feeling the need to worship
with someone.

"Hello, Sister Mariah. Please pardon my interruption. I just stopped
by to tell you that Mother Superior has accepted the Song of Julia,
and has become full cunt-slave, and she has joined in the circle of
chanting around Sister Ophelia."

"Excellent news! Sister Ophie is the last to resist, then... it
won't last much longer. I'm sure watching Mother Superior crumble
into pure, holy lust has made Ophie secretly aroused beyond words.
Prepare the Chapel and Altar for the Orgy of Obedience and
Consecration... Goddess Julia will be *so* pleased..."

"As you wish, Truthspeaker.  May I ask which Holy Text are you
reading tonight?"

"Lesbian Sirens Conquer the World."

"Ah. Prophecy."

"Come back later, Sister, and we will pray together."

Sister Francesca licked her lips and ran a slow finger around the
hard nipple showing itself through her black latex bodyshirt. "Her
will be done, Sister Mariah."

Sister Mariah mirrored the motion, a spark of hot arousal spreading
in her breast as the ritual gesture returned her to her own glorious
devotion.

"Yes. Her will be done."

----

Susie felt guilty. This was just too weird. She wasn't supposed to
be checking up on her mom; it was supposed to be the other way
around. But tonight at supper, when Susie asked her mother to go out
shopping with her, she was turned down. That in itself was not so
unusual. But when Susie asked why, the reason was, well... *creepy.*

She could have sworn that her mother had said something like, "It's
not the will of Goddess Julia..."

Susie looked over at her mom and saw a glassy look in her eyes. "Say
what, Mom?"

"Oh, um... nothing, dear. I just planned to get online in a little
bit."

Susie gave her mom a worried look, but shrugged it all off until
later, when she overheard her mother whispering to her best friend,
Cassidy, on the phone. Susie stopped around the corner to listen.

"Yes, she suspects something... no, I'm sure... you're right.
Besides, she'll know soon enough... okay... see you online tonight."

It didn't mean *anything* in particular... but combined with her
mother's recent and growing obsession with the Internet, the words
sent chills down Susie's spine. She needed to confront her mom, but
she was smart enough to know that she would need ammunition. And in
this case, there was only one place to get it.

The computer.

Susie had friends that were "chataholics", but she had never
expected it from her own mother. And it was even stranger, because
her mom had initially gotten online to see just how awful this
"Internet business" really was.

She'd spent days looking at web sites and going into chat rooms,
talking with all kinds of people. At supper, she'd talk about how
silly and shallow it all seemed. That was, until two nights ago.

Mom had come to supper flushed and looking embarrassed... and had
avoided the subject altogether. As soon as supper was over, she
pushed her chair back and made a beeline for the computer, mentioning
that she'd finally found something interesting.

That was Friday night. Susie had gone to bed with her mom still
clicking away, typing like lightning. When she got up Saturday
morning, she was shocked to hear clicking still coming from the den.
She peeked in the door... and nearly gasped out loud at what she saw.

Her mother was naked and kneeling, eyes glued to the screen, typing
with one hand nonstop while the other was frantically fingering her
pussy. Susie could see the wetness on the inside of her mom's thighs,
and hear the gasping, trembling breath as her mom... her *mom*...
rapidly approached climax.

She crept away, back to her room, on the verge of panic.

Her *mom* for crap's sake!  The woman who had raised her, who was
nearly Puritan in her morals... was... *frigging* herself in the den!
Kneeling like some kind of *slut* in front of the *computer!*

"How gross!" she spat under her breath. "Disgusting! God *bless*
it's so *sick*! I ought to go down, and... and... *(and join her)*.

Susie blinked and shook her head. Where the fuck had *that* thought
come from? Sure, she wasn't a virgin, but she wasn't a sick lesbo,
either.

Anyway, she was entitled to be concerned. As the daughter of Anne
Sacchia, she had a right... a *responsibility*... to intervene in
this sickening conduct, and *(lick her glorious, wet, pussy)* let her
mother know that this kind of thing just wasn't okay. Mom was just
going to have to *(squirm and cum while I lick and lick and lick and
lick and...)* stop, and *(CUM)* stop *now.*

But had she herself done any worse? How many times had she secretly
masturbated *(worship cunt yes feels so fucking good)* while hidden
away in her room? How long had she searched for the perfect hiding
place for her vibrator? Wasn't that just a tool, like the PC?
*(yes... good girl... let go)*

Yes, she should let go of her hang-ups. Mom deserved *(my tongue
sliding into every crevice on her body)* a sex-life too. She drifted
off to sleep, not noticing as her fingers slowly crept to her own wet
folds...

And that was that.

Until tonight. It was all finally too much, and although Susie
resented the burden, she felt that something had to be done.

Using the excuse that her English professor expected her next paper
to include computer-generated graphics, she managed, barely, to get
possession of the machine for the evening.

Mom had even waited around in the room, pouting, and Susie had to
pretend she was working on a spreadsheet. Finally, after about an
hour, she looked around, and her mom was gone.

Now, to get down to business.

First, she checked the logs. Nothing.

She looked for a list of favorite chat rooms... again, nothing.

She decided to log on and use her mother's nickname. Hopefully, if
she had really made contacts online, they would message hello. She
clicked the "connect" button, and saw that her nick was... oh holy
*God...*

cunt-slaveAnne.

A private chat window popped open...

<cunt-slaveRegina> Are you coming in or what

<cunt-slaveAnne> Be right there

<cunt-slaveRegina> Kisses and licks...

Susie did a quick check of "cunt-slaveRegina" and saw that she was
in a room called "Julias_Sacred_Garden". No wonder her mom had found
it... she loved horticulture, and a name like that suited her to a
"T".

She went in, and was surprised to find only cunt-slaveRegina there,
along with a channel op named "TruthspeakerLiz".

<cunt-slaveRegina> You ready to play tonight, Anne? yummmmmmmy

<cunt-slaveAnne> I'm not really Anne... I'm her daughter

<cunt-slaveRegina> Fun! Do you have JuliaRoolz.mp3?

<cunt-slaveAnne> I don't know... does Mom?

<cunt-slaveRegina> Stupid me... yes. It's really kewl... put on the
heaphones and tell me what you think

<cunt-slaveAnne> I don't know why I should

<cunt-slaveRegina> Well, your mom HATES it and I'd like a younger
opinion

<cunt-slaveAnne> Whatever. Okay, I have them on

<cunt-slaveRegina> ***LISTEN-N-LEARN*** pLaYiNg JuLiArOoLz.MP3*** 8.3 
MB***

<cunt-slaveAnne> That's... interesting music... very repetitive...

<cunt-slaveRegina> Yes... just listen... and... why not change your
nick... maybe to... cunt-slaveSusie?

<cunt-slaveAnne> But I'm not a... cunt slave

<cunt-slaveRegina> Sure you are... you know it inside... just feel
it... besides, its just words on a screen... and chatroom rules...

<cunt-slaveAnne> k

 *** Your nick is now cunt-slaveSusie

<cunt-slaveRegina> Feels better duznt it

<cunt-slaveSusie> uh huh

<cunt-slaveRegina> funny how it makes your arms get so heavy... it
echoes in your head... makes you want to... do things... just
listen...

<cunt-slaveSusie> this is wrong what I'm feeling... I am not like
this...

<cunt-slaveRegina> you're not some goody two shoes college girl...
that's right... you have needs... desires... to belong... to serve...

<cunt-slaveSusie> what no i mean i don't want to do whats in my
head...

<cunt-slaveRegina> ohhhhh you don't want to resist... i see...
that's good... better to obey... important to obey... so much
pleasure... lust... soft feminine bodies... lips... hard, tight
nipples... mmmm pusssssies...

<cunt-slaveSusie> no no no this song its making me think things feel
things things i want

<cunt-slaveSusie> i mean things i don't want

<cunt-slaveRegina> yessss you don't want to run away... you want to
let the lust overtake your mind... you already feel the euphoria in
your body... your pussy is soooo wet... you asshole is clenching...
your hot tongue is wetting your lips.... one hand is twisting your
left nipple so harrrrrrrd... pleasure only a woman can give... and
know...

Susie realized with a shock that her fingers were roughly twisting
her nipples through the flimsy material of her tee shirt... and that
she... she *could* stop, but didn't *want* to... it was important...
it was... it was...

*(...the will of Goddess Julia...)*

The words came through as plain as day... the whole song suddenly
making sense... it was like... destiny... beauty... wonder... lust...
desire...

Susie saw the undeniable truth of it... all... perfect... but the
small seed of doubt in her newly forming heart... was strong... and
she suddenly came awake.

*Have to... stop...* But her arms were lead weights, and it was so
difficult to lift them to her head. Fear began to pump through her,
her eyes wide with panic... her arms were asleep... clumsy... they
served... Julia... but she had to fight... to get the phones...

She felt a pair of soft hands on the sides of her head. Thank God!
Her mother would *see* what these people were doing and save her! But
they weren't moving... ahhh... no... the hands were holding the
headphones in place... in place... in the proper place... like her
proper place...

She relaxed as the music droned on and on, calling her. Mother was
here, cradling her head between soft breasts. Susie was safe. A safe
little slut for Goddess Julia... yes...

Susie felt the void of nothingness and then... orgasm **flashed**
through her... her body convulsing in a huge single spasm that
knocked her out of her chair... hands clawing her pussy and chest...
lips wanting to taste her own lovely tart juice of passion...
yesssssss. god it had *never* been so good... so perfect... like what
she *wanted* it to be... she felt her mind and body responding,
repeating the song... making her wet... making her want... making her
want to be... cunt-slave...

Her proper place...

She felt the hands of her mothe... *(lover)* lover remove the
headphones. To her surprise and delight, the song continued...
speaking to her from deep inside...

"It was never *in* the headphones, cunt-slave..." spoke softly in
her ear. She flushed with the heat of reborn arousal at the sound of
her lover's beautiful voice.

A hand returned to hold her head still as a finger, covered with the
thick, syrupy juices of sex and worship, covered her lips and found
her hungry tongue...

Susie felt a new, deliciously depraved ache in her own nectar-
slickened loins as she tasted the essence of the woman who had
brought her into the world and, now, to her ultimate destiny. The
flames of Sapphic union burned hotly into her belly as she pictured
communion at the wellspring of her new lover.

Anne moaned in sweet abandon. Her heart swelled as the desire to
consummate Susie's conversion raged through her.

Susie's pliable mind had been completely reformed into a single
thought of wildly fanatical devotion... to Anne's delight, Susie was
begging to taste and be tasted, to please the Goddess, to become one
in spirit and truth with her once-mother... and as she knelt to savor
her new lover's lingering, passionate kiss... as she gloried in the
suckling lips of her... oh, Goddess... lover... as Susie returned to
the breasts she had known so many years before... Anne's mind began
again the Song of Authority, of Perfect Corruption... the song that
was her anthem, and now the anthem of her young concubine...

The song of femalekind... of Eternal Lovers... of sweet, slick
darkness...

And so it continued, as was the will of Goddess Julia...

----

Cranston Granby was enjoying his New York Strip and Perigordian
Salad, complete with walnut dressing, as if it were the first he had
ever tasted. Finally, he was establishing a little order back into
his life.

After the destruction of his Board of Eleven by Julia Shelton, he
had been through a gauntlet of nosy governmental investigations and
the attentions of pesky lackeys at the FBI. He stopped chewing for a
moment as the memory brought a bitter taste to his mouth. His old,
weathered, liver-spotted face briefly fell into a scowl.

Momentarily, he smiled again, resuming his enjoyment of the food
before him. The Board was nearly rebuilt, and although it had taken
some underhanded persuasion to get some of the new members to join,
join they had, and with enthusiasm. Threats of revealing unwanted
immoral skeletons to the public had provided more than enough
motivation.

He took a sip of an exquisite Beaujolais in a self-toast.

Granby, Mr. One, laughed quietly under his breath.

His waitress approached, and handed him a note. Granby's old, watery
eyes scanned the young waitress for a clue as to the reason for the
intrusion, but found none. He opened the note, with only his
immediate lack of motion showing any indication of surprise.

It read, in an untidy scrawl, "Greetings. -- Julia"

"Where did you get thi--" he started, but realized the waitress had
moved on. No, not just moved on... he had the distinct impression
that she had disappeared. Nowhere to be seen. Odd.

A strange, wonderful aroma wafted up gently from the note, and he
felt a stirring in his pants for the first time in twenty-six years.

----

Elizabeth Parker was in Heaven.

Her Goddess had returned.

And She had returned with a glorious Purpose and two new sisters.

In the last few short weeks, Julia had blessed convents, schools,
hospitals, government offices and even the Internet with Knowledge
and Truth. The influence of Her Holiness was reaching across the
world... already She had thousands of converts, and soon they would
number in the millions.

And the men? They were too busy trying to look secure and important
to notice. It didn't hurt that they were becoming increasingly
disinterested in sex... the influence of Goddess was as subtle as it
was pervasive.

And now, the time had come for the moment Elizabeth had been praying
for during the long months of Julia's absence.

Today, the Goddess would finally address the Society of Moral Women.

Julia's chosen consort was kneeling in a room offstage, gathered in
Sacred Ritual around Emma, one of the two Daughters that the Goddess
had brought home with Her. There was one space left open...
Elizabeth's link in the Chain of Seduction... and as she walked over
in preparation to her own kneeling, Elizabeth paused to look at the
lovely Daughters gathered.

Sondra, cunt-slave and Priestess of dark passion, so beautiful... so
elegant... Lindsey, whom Elizabeth herself had brought to Julia's
wondrous attention... Zoe, who had saved Julia in her time of need,
and Jesse, the corrupted and totally devoted slut of Julia's
Temple... Elizabeth was indeed blessed.

So much had been learned in the last days... of the Lost Daughters,
and Goddess' place among them, and above them... like tongues of fire
resting in their minds... but it was not strange, or even within her
ability to question. Rather, it was the fulfillment of every moment
that had come before. Elizabeth loved her Goddess with everything
that she was.

And as her mind again embraced the Song of Authority, and as she
brought it to the forefront of her consciousness, she knelt in lust
and pleasure in the circle as she and her sisters sent the song into
Emma, the Focus, the Holy Vessel of Truth. She could feel the power
building in the young thrall, like a boiler... pressure building with
no relief, concentrating in on itself, becoming more than the sum of
their Song... waiting for the moment of release...

Like her sisters, Elizabeth spread her legs apart to allow herself
access to her aroused and swollen clit. As she became one with the
chanting, her tiny fuck-bud began to send a stream of intense
pleasure hroughout her body... an irresistible guide into the coming
rapture.

She felt the delicious touch of slick, black passion pull her down
into absolute devotion and obedience to her Goddess. Her hand slid
across her belly and then down to the heated caudron of her pussy,
driving her deeper into the Song, her nether lips swollen as they
twitched in perverse longing.

Julia stood, staring out the window, her naked form trembling in
growing lust as the relentless longing of her cunt-sluts flowed over
the surface of her skin... moving in and out of her pores, pulsing
and throbbing... the rising passion of mindless fucking had become
her life-blood. She savored the taste of it... reveled in the
decadence... intoxicating and pure... powerful beyond words or
thoughts... she was no longer even human, except in the most
insignificant of ways...

Sondra... Goddess Julia's lover, cunt-slave and, in an odd twist of
fate, Owner, had been so silly to think that the metamorphosis had
ended with the True Daughter's awakening. There was just so much
*more*. She reached into Sondra's mind and caressed her thoughts,
feeling the flames of the cunt-slave's desire grow. So responsive...
so in love.

But there was work to do. Sweet corruption to taste...

Julia left the room and walked out onto the stage during the final
words of her introduction as "possibly the most inspiring speaker of
the year," and smiled at the crowd.

No one noticed her nakedness. Every woman saw her in a black pin-
striped business suit, bright red scarf tied in a simple bow, long
hair pulled back in a conservative bun... the very picture of
everything they stood for.

Telepathy was such a wonderful tool.

"Ladies and... ladies!" she said, projecting her voice over the
auditorium of 7,126 attendants. There was a bit of laughter, but all
ears were hers. Ears that would soon be followed by minds.

"Let me begin by telling a story. Once upon a time, there was a
woman. Modern life had changed her, made her something she was not,
something that went against nature."

The women applauded wildly, glad to hear such a strong voice giving
words to their patriarchal, homophobic philosophy.

Julia waited for the applause to die down before continuing. "So,
she went back to her roots! She went back to the past. Not ten, not
fifty, not a hundred, but *thousands* of years ago, when things were
as they should be."

"And, like anyone who takes a journey of the self, she came back
changed. Old merged with new, and she was both humbled and elated at
her learning."

She walked out from behind the podium.

"What she learned was of a higher morality, one which the modern
world would not immediately accept, but would inevitably embrace. It
is Truth. It is Authority."

On cue, Her cunt-slaves off-stage turned Her Song of Authority to
the crowd and let it cover the women in a thick, warm blanket of
yearning...

Julia listened as one woman, in the far left corner in the back,
began to echo the rhythms of the Song. Another halfway to the front,
eyes glassy and wide with euphoria, stood and began to remove her
clothes as she joined in the joyous chanting. Then another. And
another.

Goddess Julia relished the Sapphic desire so suddenly rampant,
irresistible, filling the room... savoring the shocked gasp of the
crowd as she changed the illusion of her own clothing and
appearance... covering her hips and torso in a flowing, hypnotic,
pearlescent black latex corset, her hair returning to its short,
gelled spikes... her body the essence of womanly desire... inviting
the awakening sluts into the twisted realms of lascivious abandon and
obedience...

Then it was mayhem, pandemonium, a stampede for the door and a line
of resistance holding them in... so many already changed... already
lost in euphoric surrender... already alive in the song of Obedience
and Lust... their joy so sweeping that they could not contain
themselves, ripping off their clothes, openly masturbating, kissing,
licking, grinding hips, licking breasts with wanton abandon...
moaning in harmony with the Hymn of Paradise... urging their sisters
to submit... to become one with the Song... with... Goddess Julia...

Duets, trios, quartets began chanting the song, a ravaging chorus
that spared no woman, as lust spread like Holy Wildfire through the
entire throng... aching desire that was new to some, well-known but
hidden to others... tongues dancing, tasting forbidden, wonderful
womanflesh... pussies sending out powerful streams of aroma and
juices, bodies slick with sweat and the harvest of infinite
fucklust... minds lost in the seething, rippling, blissful pleasure
of finally, totally letting go...

And Julia...Goddess... was in all of them and all were in Her,
stoking the pleasures of sweet corruption, slamming into them the
bliss of obedience, minds falling like houses of cards to the
glorious Will of Goddess Julia...

Slowly, the room fell to silence. The women, completely naked in
body and mind, stood before Julia, facing her in fear, in awe... in
unashamed desire.

Some were openly salivating as Julia began once more to speak.

"Oh, lovely cunt-slaves-to-be... fear not. You are embarking on that
which has been your destiny since the day you were born... the
destiny of all femalekind... the end of oppression, and even the end
of feminism... for there will be no need for it. You are taking on
the Blessed Mantle... soon, even the word "female" will have no
meaning... for there is only, in truth... one true species.
Daughters. As it was in the beginning."

Julia summoned the still untapped reservoir of power inside Emma
and, gathering it into herself, lowered her eyes, reached out her
hand, and, waving it over the crowd, spoke the Holy Word of Truth.

*"Become."* 


----

Epilogue

*... almost there... almost there... almost there... almost there....*

The man managed, with great difficulty, to stop his maniacal, inward
chanting long enough for coherent thought. It was getting more and
more difficult... *almost there...* and he wasn't sure when he would
have his last musing. Already he had forgotten his name.

*almost there...*

His old, shriveled cock had somehow grown to a ridiculous twenty-
four inches, hard and alive with pleasure... and he had fallen almost
immediately in glorious love with it...

*almost there...*

And, in a moment of thrilling insanity, he had taken it into his
mouth.

He was addicted instantly.

It felt so fucking *good* to suck, to swallow his own manflesh... he
knew he could no longer live without the taste of it sliding, slick
and salty, over his tongue... *almost there...*

But he couldn't make the damned thing cum. And he had to. Just *had*
to. It was all he could think about as his head bobbed up and down,
forward and back, his tongue sliding over the delicious head...

And then, his thoughts gone again, the effort finally too much, he
returned in torturous bliss to his lunatic chanting... *almost
there... almost there... almost there...*

Melissa stepped back out of the room, shaking her head. The man had
not even *seen* her. In her ten years as a nurse she hadn't witnessed
anything like it. The gaping mouth, wagging tongue, head bobbing
incessantly in the air... and the insane focus of the man... it was
at once captivating and repulsive.

"Anne, what's up with the guy in 514?" she asked as she got back to
the Nursing Station.

"Cranston Granby? Julian Palsy," came the reply. "Very rare, but on
the rise, I hear."

"Never heard of it," Melissa commented. "By the way, how's your
daughter doing in school?"

"Daughter? Oh... Susie. Um. Yes. She's fine," said Anne, suddenly
sounding very distracted.

"Well, last I heard, she's the only daughter you've got," quipped
Melissa, laughing.

"Yes... sorry. I was just thinking about something else. Not to
change the subject, but could you give me a hand in the break room
for a minute? I need to change the biohazard container."

"Sure," shrugged Melissa.

For once, the break room was full.  Strangely though, no one was
really talking. "Did we interrupt something?" asked Melissa. "We
don't have to do this now."

"No," said Rebecca, one of the youngest nurses on the floor, "we
were just talking about starting a Nurse's Chorus."

"Oh, really? Sounds like fun."

"Well, you should hear us... maybe even join!" said Anne.

"You, too? I never knew you sang, Anne! Wow... well, sometime I'd
love to hear you all!"

There was a long, uncomfortable silence as her words hung in the air.

It was Anne who finally spoke softly, "Now would be a good time...
Melissa."

Melissa noticed that everyone was looking at her. This was getting
kind of spooky, like something out of a movie. No one was out on the
floor. It wasn't the kind of thing that happened in the middle of the
day at Mercy Hospital. There were rules. Work to be done.

"Not... not really... I still have patients to check on."

She turned to the door, only to find Carol, the Nurse Manager,
standing with her hand on the knob, blocking her way.

Carol licked her lips seductively. "They can wait. You need to
*hear* this."

*Chapped lips. Yes. She has chapped lips...* Melissa thought as she
trembled. She knew she was being irrational, but for some reason, she
was having trouble calming herself.

"Okay, then," she quipped with a wan smile, trying to conceal her
growing fear.

"Good girl."

The nurses sang. They sang to Melissa.  They sang of a pilgrimage of
perfect, wanton lust. They sang, glorious angels of Sapphic surrender.

They sang of... Julia...

Melissa had never heard anything so beautiful in all of her life.








----

*Afterword*

This story has been a huge challenge, and one that started with one
of those "what-ifs" that always tend to get me in trouble. Special
thanks and hugs to Iago, who both mentioned the similarities of
philosophy and approach, and then embraced the fusion of two MC
worlds, and offered caring support as we wrestled through this
project. It's been an incredible experience, largely due to his
enthusiasm and kindness. Julia likes her new home.

Thank you for reading. I am truly honored that you have taken the
time to read the words I've struggled over. As always, it has been a
labor of love.

Peace to you.

- Sara

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