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IF YOU HAVE NOT READ AVATAR, BOOK 1 YOU WILL BE TOTALLY LOST!

This is Avatar: Establishment, Book 2 and it picks up right where the
first one left off.

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Avatar 2

Chapter 17

     	Joan's fingers trembled as she buttoned the last button of her
blouse.  She was trying her best not to show exactly how nervous she
was, and thought she was doing rather well.  Really, it was ridiculous!
 Here she was, a grown woman, freaking out about a meet-the-parents
thing.  Oh well, time to go.

     	"Joan," said Eric for the hundredth time as they drove to his
parent's house,"you have nothing to worry about!"

     	"Eric, what makes you think I'm worried?" asked Joan in a voice
that had carried her through countless difficult business deals.

     	"Oh, please," said Sally.  "You can't hide it from us.  I'm sure
it'll be just fine."

     	Joan realized that was true.  She couldn't hide it from them.  In
fact, no matter how hard she tried, she'd found it impossible to hide
anything from these two.  It wasn't like they pried or anything, but
they always, always seemed to know her mood, even if sex wasn't
involved.  It was pretty scary, when you got right down to it.

     	Brunch was lovely.  And wasn't that a cliche, thought Joan to
herself, if ever there was one.  But the truth was, it looked lovely.
Davyn and Helen were the soul of courtesy, and did everything they
could think of to welcome what was clearly soon to be their new
daughter-in-law into their home and their lives.

     	The food had been excellent, and the conversation even better.
Joan mentioned how good the food was, and Helen smiled.

     	"I have to confess, we had it catered.  I mean, I can cook --
although Davyn can barely burn water -- but there's no way I could
compete with Sally's expertise in that department!  Hence, brunch,
courtesy of Evan's."

     	Joan was impressed that they'd gone through the trouble, and said
so.

     	"Nonsense," said Davyn.  Then, taking the opening that she'd
created, he added, "Nothing's too good for family."

     	Joan's hand shook a little while reaching for her orange juice,
but otherwise she thought she hid her sudden terror well.  Not well
enough, though.

     	"Davyn, you're about as subtle as car a crash."  Helen put her
hand on Joan's, and smiled.  "Joan, don't let my husband scare you."

     	"No, no, it's fine, er... I mean I'm fine, really," protested
Joan.

     	"Nonsense," said Davyn again, moving the conversation forward
with all the grace of a rampaging pachyderm.  "You're nervous, and I
just thought it was time you stopped being nervous.  Helen and I think
you're a wonderful woman, and we're looking forward to getting to know
you."

     	Eric was holding his head in his hands, and Sally had a wry grin
on her face.

       	"Well, Dad," she said, "I'm so glad that your amazingly subtle
conversational skills kept this from being an uncomfortable talk."

     	Her grin grew wider at the 'what'd I do?' look on Davyn's face.

     	Not to be deterred from his path, however, Davyn started to say
something else, but Helen kicked him under the table.

     	"Ouch!" he said in surprise. "What the hell did you do that for?"

     	Everyone broke up laughing, except Davyn.  He sat there looking
surprised, but inwardly was relieved that his wife had found a way to
get his foot out of his mouth, so to speak.  Once everything calmed
down, Eric spoke up.

     	"Look," he said, "all joking aside, this is a decision that we
have made.  We think it's right for us, and we hope to have your
blessing, or at the very least hope that you're not going to go nuts or
anything."

     	"We're not going to go nuts," said Helen, "but Davyn and I are a
little unclear where you three are going with this.  Or do you even
know?"

     	"We know," said Eric.

     	At this point, he was unsure how to tell them about the fact that
their faith would allow them all to get married.  But that was for
later.  They hadn't even broached the subject with Joan yet.

     	"Davyn, Helen," said Joan, "I know that this is a pretty unusual
situation.  I don't think that we ourselves know where it will lead us,
but I do know that we're ... we're very much in love.  Not only that,
but I've fallen quite hard for your little grand daughter as well."

     	Davyn nodded.  "Relationships are funny things.  If this works
for you, and you handle the situation with Christine, as she gets
older, without screwing the kid up, then I'm all for it."

     	Helen nodded her agreement.  Then asked, "Have you thought of
what will happen if you want more children?"

     	"That's not an issue, for me, at least," said Joan.  "I'm too old
to have children."

     	Joan was unprepared for the astonished look on Davyn and Helen's
faces.

     	"Too old?  You're kidding, right?" asked Helen.  "I mean, women
are safely having children into their forties!  You should have no
trouble at all."

     	Now it was Joan's turn to be confused.  Had Eric lied about her
age to them?  Didn't they know how old she was?  "Helen, I'm *in* my
forties.  I'm forty-two, almost forty-three."

     	Now Helen was embarrassed.  This woman looked, at the oldest, to
be in her mid thirties.  She was usually such a good judge of age, but
Joan looked, well, amazing.

     	"I... I'm sorry Joan.  You just look so much younger..."

     	Joan got the sense that Helen was not flattering her.  Helen
really had thought that she was in her thirties.  Sally and Eric both
realized, as they looked at their lover, that being with them had
changed Joan.  She looked younger, glowed with a health that made her
seem younger than she was.

     	The awkward moment was broken by Davyn.  "Well, hell," he said,
"If that's the case, you oughta be with us!  You're wasting your time
with those inexperienced youngsters."

     	Joan blushed, everyone laughed, and Sally and Helen jumped all
over Davyn (verbally, to his disappointment) calling him a perverted
old man.  Davyn however, knew exactly what he'd done and winked at Eric
who smiled back.

     	Once things had died down a bit, and they found out that Joan had
a very large, and at the moment, mostly un-lived in house, Helen asked
when they'd be moving out of the mansion.

     	"We haven't really talked about that yet," said Eric.

     	They hadn't, but he knew that there was no way they'd leave the
mansion.  By this time, he was almost certain that Joan would become a
Priestess and if and when that happened, there's be no need to move.

     	"This is kind of new to us," said Sally, "so there are a lot of
details to work out.  The mansion has more than enough room, and Ken
has no problems with us staying there.  That was the original deal.  We
would stay there, I would manage the house, and Ken would help Eric get
his Masters."

     	"Not only that, but Bill and I have some really cool things in
the works which, once we market them, will be pulling in enough money
so that I don't feel like I'm taking charity," added Eric.

     	Joan blushed, but added, "I guess I should also mention that I
own my own business, which does fairly well.  Money isn't really an
issue, even if they want to leave the mansion."

     	She suspected that leaving the mansion was not in the cards for
any of them, but was at a loss to say why.  As a result, she didn't say
anything about it out loud.  The rest of the brunch went very well.
Joan even loosened up enough to tease Davyn -- just a little bit.  When
they were at the door, ready to leave, he took her hands in his and
looked her in the eye.

    	"We want what makes our kids happy.  If that's you, never doubt
that we'll always welcome you into our house," he said.

    	Joan smiled, once again somewhat embarrassed.  She thanked him
with a kiss and they left.

    +++++

    	Genie and Bill had finally emerged from their room yesterday, and
Ken had never seen Bill happier.  Seeing them together made Ken smile.
On this morning, the new Priestess found Ken once again flying his
simulator.  He paused when she entered.

    	"Am I interrupting?" she asked.

   	 "Nope," he replied as he spun in his chair.  "What can I do
for you?"

    	By her demeanor, he could tell that something was on her mind.
She sat down in one of the chairs and leaned forward with her elbows on
her knees, looking away for a moment.

    	"Bill came to me and mentioned that you needed to find some
things out about Arianwen's past," she said.  "Have you told her
what you're doing?"

    	"No," replied Ken.  "I have reason to believe that her
mother lied to her about how her father died.  I didn't see the harm in
trying to find out the facts.  If her mother did lie and I don't think
that it'll upset her, then I'll tell her what ever information we
have."

    	"Don't you think she deserves to know the truth, regardless?"

    	Ken thought for a moment.  "I suppose.  It's just that these
last months have been a real upheaval for her and Tina.  But Ari, I
think, had more illusions about her mother than Tina did.  So when her
mom threw her out, it hurt her more."

   	 "Then why go hunting at all?"

    	"Because," he replied, "I have every intention of getting my
pilot's license.  Currently, any time Ari even sees me at a simulator,
she freaks out.  She thinks her dad died showboating in a small plane.
As I said, I have reason to believe different."

    	After a moment, Genie looked at him.  "You asked me what I
wanted to do with my life.  If I wanted to go to school or
something."

    	Ken nodded.

    	"Well, I have no desire to go back to school.  But I would like
to continue to learn."

    	"About what?"

    	"Oh, c'mon," she snorted, "Bill talked to you.  You know I'm
a total math geek."

    	"Well, yes.  But that was about all Bill told me.  He said you
were private about your skills and didn't like to talk about them."

    	"That's true," she said.  "Let me tell you a story."

    	"I've always loved math," she continued.  "I never had any
problems with it, ever.  By the time I found out that little girls
weren't supposed to be good at math, it was way too late.  Wouldn't
have mattered to me anyway.  Numbers, theorems, crypto, I love all of
it.  Naturally, I decided to major in math in college.

    	"Once I got into a good doctoral program, math was my whole
life.  I don't think I dated at all for almost four years -- not that
I'd dated in high school either.  Too much of a nerd.  But then I
started working with one of the top professors at the university on a
project.  It was odd, because while he was considered to be brilliant,
I never found him so."  She laughed a bit sadly.  "I did find out
why people thought he was, though.  It's an old story.  I was young and
impressionable.  He was handsome and very smooth.  My lack of
experience with men made me an easy target.  He seduced me, and of
course, little twit that I was, I completely fell in love.

    	"We ended up working for some Washington think tank.  They gave
the University a big grant.  Based, of course, on my work.  Thing was,
only Bobbie's name was on it.  He said it was because I was such an
unknown, they'd never give us the grant if my name was listed as the
primary researcher. "  She chuckled, "I wonder if they ever found
out who was really doing the work?  Anyway, the government people
weren't too bright.  They never had a clue that his assistant was the
one behind all the great work that Bobbie was doing.  I guess things
would have continued as they were, except that he never could keep his
dick in his pants.

    	"I found him with another woman, surprise, surprise.  The funny
thing was, even back then, I knew I was bisexual.  If he hadn't been
such a complete asshole, he might have even scored both of us.  As it
was, I overheard them talking.  He was laughing about how he was
fucking me to get equations out of me.  It was quite clear that he
really couldn't have cared less about me.  But without my work, the
contract went nowhere.

    	"Of course, I agonized over this for days.  Then I confronted
him about it.  He tried to weasel out of it, but there was no way that
was happening.  I had him cold.  In the end, I just got disgusted and
left.  It was almost a year later that I found out that the bastard had
told them I'd tried to steal his work and sell it.  The feds had
investigated, not that I knew that, but never found anything because
there was nothing to find.  However, those fuckers never forget
anything and when I tried to apply for a government job, I was denied a
clearance.  That was my first computer break in.  Since they wouldn't
tell me why, I found out on my own."

    	Ken shook his head.  He was sorrowed by how the bureaucracy was
too stupid to get its act together.  Not surprised, but he was
sorrowed.  He wondered how long it would take before the government --
hell, the entire country -- came crashing down under the weight of the
ever-growing amounts of paperwork that covered everything.

    	"So, yeah, while I'd love to continue learning, there's no way I
can get a job doing what I'd love to do," she said.  "But Bill ...
has some projects he's working on.  And I've been helping with some of
them.  We both think that there's a lot of money to be made, and we've
been talking to Joan, Ellen and Kim about how to set up a small
company.  I'm kind of jumping the gun here, because I know that he
wanted things more worked out before we told you."

    	"Why tell me at all?" asked Ken.  "I don't have anything to
do with the company."

    	Genie smiled and shook her head.  "You're a funny guy,
sometimes.  I think I'll let Bill explain the why's and wherefores
about this stuff.  Otherwise, he'll be annoyed with me."

    	"Okay," said Ken, wondering what they had up their sleeves.
Something sneaky, no doubt.  "But where does that leave us with you
trying to get the Ari's info.  Are you willing to do it?"

    	"Oh, yeah.  Been on it for a few days.  All I've found out so
far was that her mother's full of shit.  Ari's dad was in the military
-- that much I know.  He never even owed a private plane, even though
he had a pilot's license.  But I've been unable to get the real records
yet."

    	"The 'real' records?"

    	"Yup.  He's dead, or at least I'm pretty sure he is, but the
files containing the public information are BS.  I've seen them before
and they're in a database that, amusingly enough, is only for files
that are a cover for something," she grimaced.  "To tell the truth,
I might not be able to find out the real deal.  But I'll try."

    	"Why wouldn't you be able to get the info?" asked Ken
curiously.

    	"Because anything that's really secure is on computers that
aren't on the Internet.  Those computers are physically separated so
that no one can hack in.  You'd have to get physical access to one.
Plus, not even all computers that have classified information are on
the same network.  It's all compartmentalized.  Hell, it's possible
that it's not even on a computer at all," she finished.

    	That was something to think about.  He'd hoped to be able to help
Ari get over the small plane thing with the truth about her dad.  But
it appeared that that might not be possible.

    	"Well, don't get caught please.  With all the new anti-terrorist
laws, the last thing we need is to get caught doing something that's
actually illegal," he said.

    	"As if," she snorted.  "Unless they've changed a whole hell
of a lot, the guys running security don't know very much.  They depend
on their paranoia to keep them secure.  You should have seen some of
the bullshit that I had to put up with when I was on their project.
Hell, they inspected my calculator just because it had a memory!" she
laughed.

    	"Well," replied Ken, "couldn't you have, I don't know, put
some secret numbers or something in the memory?"

    	Now Genie really busted out laughing.  "Good Goddess, Ken.  It
only had 15 digits.    I could have just written down any number that
was that important, hell, I could have easily memorized it!
Besides," she grinned as she stood up, "it was a solar calculator.
The memory went away when you closed the lid."

    	Chuckling with mirth, she left the room.  Ken shook his head.  He
hoped that the nation's security wasn't really in the hands of people
that ignorant, but considering what was going on in Iraq, he was no
longer willing to bet on it.  It was clear that there were no "Weapons
of Mass Destruction" there, even to someone who didn't have access to
all that secret information.

    +++++

    	"Payback time," said Ari as she approached her bound sister.

    	"Of course," smiled Tina.  "Please, feel free!"

    	Ken and Gary were there, since Ken was following through on Tina's
request.  She'd wanted her belly button pierced, and Ken wanted Gary
there to make sure he did it right.  If he didn't, he could always pull
it out and heal the girl, but he'd rather not screw it up.  Tina's
belly button was perfect for piercing, with just the right amount of
flesh at the top.

    	At her request, they'd bound her tightly to one of the angled
chairs.  Her legs were pulled high and wide, arms stretched over her
head.  Ari had decided that she wanted to watch and 'help'.  Help which
had consisted of tweaking her sister's nipples, rubbing her prominent
clit and finger-fucking her pussy and ass.  Basically, driving Tina
crazy, since Ken was not allowing her to cum.

    	"I have no money to pay you with," said Tina to Ken and Gary,
writhing sensuously in her bonds.  "Is there anything else that you'd
take in trade?"

    	That little comment ended with Tina being plugged in her mouth and
pussy by two hard cocks, which pounded her pretty hard.  She groaned,
but managed -- barely -- to keep from cumming.  She didn't have
permission.  The men had no such restriction and happily pumped her
full.  Once Gary was finished with her mouth, Ari took her place and,
with permission from Ken, rode her sister to orgasm.  Then, she leaned
down and whispered in Tina's ear.

    	"Remember this morning?" asked Ari.

    	Tina nodded, her eyes glowing.

    	"You game?"

    	"Yes," said Tina in a husky voice.

    Ari repositioned her hips over Tina's face and slowly emptied her
bladder.  Tina, while not as into the activity as Ari, still felt her
arousal skyrocket.  Arianwen wasn't dominant enough to twig Tina's
submissive instincts, but with Ken and Gary there, she could pretend
that they had ordered her to do this.  And that did get her off, in a
big way.

    	And so, with a belly fully of her sister's warm pee, and while Ari
slowly licked Ken's cum out of her pussy, teasing her mercilessly, Ken
applied the clamp and pierced Tina's belly button.

    	The pain shot through her, more when he pushed the bar through
then when the needle had pierced her skin.   Ken had told her she was
allowed one orgasm, and Tina had it when he slid the bar into the
newly-made hole.  She might have held out, but Ari used her teeth,
none-too-gently, on Tina's throbbing clit at just the right moment, and
Tina came hard enough to see spots.

    +++++

    	The household had a late dinner outside by the pool that evening.
It was absolutely beautiful out, and no one really wanted to stay
inside.  The discussion was lively and the company wonderful.  Aside
from the current inhabitants, David, Lenny, Ellen and Kim had joined
them for dinner.  Well, Ellen and Kim hadn't actually left in several
days.  Even Sandy was still there, although Karen had had to leave
earlier in the day -- much to Sandy's disappointment.

    	Ken looked over the people as he relaxed on the lounge.  Then he
frowned and focused his attention more sharply.  Each person had a
slight glow around them.  Something like what he would have thought an
aura would be.  Each of the Priestesses, and his only Priest, had a
very bright glow, with Tina, Arianwen and Jane's being very bright.
Everyone else, those who Ken thought of as Adherents, had a much dimmer
glow, also brighter or dimmer depending on how long and how closely
they'd associated with the Circle.  Yet another thing that he'd have to
ask Lea about.

    It took a few minutes, but he found that he could shut off his
awareness of the glow and turn it back on.  Useful, since seeing
glowing people unnerved him just a bit.

    	Eventually, everyone who didn't live at the mansion left -- with
the exception of Sandy, who was staying with Tina tonight.

    	"So, you like Karen, eh?" asked Tina with a smile as she slowly
spread oil over Sandy's back.

    	"Yeah, she's pretty hot," replied the woman.

    	If someone had told Sandy a year ago that she'd be playing
Mistress to a sixteen-year-old, then anticipating sex with a
fifteen-year-old a day later, she'd have told them to take a hike.
However, that was exactly what had happened.

    	Jane, for some reason, had brought out something in Sandy that she
hadn't known existed: the desire to hurt someone for their own
pleasure.  Sandy liked her sex rough, always had.  A vigorous fucking,
with a nice firm grip on her tits and nipples, was great.  So was being
held down and thoroughly pounded by a nice, thick cock.  But the things
she'd done to Jane?  No way.  She was actually ashamed at how she'd
gotten off on hurting the other woman, despite the fact that Jane had
loved every second of it.

    	Come to think of it, considering the sort of play that Jane got
off on, it was amazing that there wasn't a single mark on her anywhere.
 Of course, considering how fast she healed, perhaps it wasn't too
surprising.  Sandy squirmed as Tina's strong fingers dug into her
muscles, and she felt her pussy getting wet from remembering what she'd
done to Jane.

    	Then there was Karen.  Sandy hadn't been anywhere near as hard on
Karen as she was on Jane, since Karen was only sixteen.  But what an
amazing ability to cum she had!  Karen had experienced clamps, wide
butt plugs, flogging, a crop, a cane, even intense suction on her
nipples and came from all of it.  Even Ken, who had supervised a lot of
their play, had been surprised.

    	Thing was, when Karen was eating Sandy's pussy, Sandy had cum so
hard that she'd almost passed out.  Just the image of the teen -- whose
elbows had been strapped together and legs tied wide apart, below her
-- made Sandy squirm with renewed arousal.  Karen had cum too, with
Sandy lightly but relentlessly tapping the crop on her defenseless clit
while pulling on the chain attached to Karen's nipple clamps and riding
the girl's face.

    	That eager tongue had repeatedly speared Sandy's sloppy cunt,
pushed pass her anal ring, and lips and teeth had teased her clit to
amazing orgasms.

    	Sandy realized that she'd had a lot of amazing orgasms since
meeting these people.  They were all exceptional lovers.  And that kiss
she shared with the woman who'd led the ritual?  Absolutely shattering.
 Sandy wondered where she lived.  Even though she had the impression
the beautiful redhead lived in the mansion, she didn't see her very
often.  She'd have to make a point of asking Ken about....

    	"Uh, ohhh, damn, that feels good," said Sandy, her train of
thought completely derailed by Tina's double assault on her ass and
cunt.

    	"You're soaked," giggled Tina.  "Thinking of something special?"

    	"Mmmm, not thinking of much of anything, at the moment," groaned
Sandy.

    	How, at fifteen, had this girl learned so much about giving
pleasure?  Everything about Tina was a turn-on.  Her firm, tanned body.
 Her loving touch.  And especially how she smelled and tasted.  Sandy,
her eyes glowing with pleasure, pulled away from the teen and flipped
her over, kissing her hard.  Tina's response fired her lust even more.
It was eager, yet somehow very submissive.

    	"Would Mistress care to use a slave for the evening?  I mean,
since your other one is away for the night," smiled Tina.

    	"Oh, so you're a slave girl, eh?" asked Sandy, taking both of
Tina's nipples and twisting them hard.

    	"I am right now," groaned Tina as her own arousal grew.

    	She submissively put her arms over her head, wrists crossed, and
opened her legs wide.  Sandy felt herself literally start to drip.  The
small, dark patch of hair under each arm was so very erotic.  And since
it was warm in the room, Tina's skin was damp with sweat.  Sandy loved
the taste of sweat, and began licking the girl's body, the scent and
taste driving her mad with desire.

    	After Sandy had, rather thoroughly, used her tongue to bathe the
teen, Tina was wriggling like a puppy.

    	"Squirmy, aren't we?" asked Sandy, grinning.

    	"You could do something about that," replied Tina.  "There are a
few things in that drawer there that might help."

    	There were indeed, and Tina was soon firmly affixed to her bed,
spread wide and available for Sandy's use.  Tina's wrists were attached
to the heavy headboard as was each ankle, although her ankles were
spread very wide.  Then, Sandy took some of the oh-so-handy rope and
used it to tightly constrict Tina's belly, then ran a strand of it down
to the other end of the bed, thus keeping the teen in place.

    	"Mmmm, you're getting really good at this," said Tina, her
helplessness making her pussy ooze thick cream.  "There's a flogger
that you might also like in the bottom drawer, along with something
else that I really like."

    	"Oh?" asked Sandy, literally trembling with lust.

    	When she opened that drawer, there was indeed a short flogger,
just perfect for the moment.   Sandy took some time to carefully use
it, reddening Tina's skin from her neck down.  Nothing was spared.  Her
breasts, underarms, the back of her knees, thighs, feet and,
especially, the wet junction between her legs, were well whipped by the
time Sandy figured out what the other toy was that Tina was looking
forward to.

    	"This?" asked Sandy, incredulously.  "You've got to be kidding!"

    	"Please don't tease me like this, Mistress," panted Tina in a
husky voice.  Sandy noted the girl was displaying some of the same
outward symptoms that Jane did when someone was playing rough with her.
 "Use it.  I know it'll hurt.  It always does, but Goddess does it make
me cum!  Please, Mistress?"

    	Somewhere in the back of her mind, Sandy knew that she should
maybe not do this.  However, the little voice that she was able to
listen to while playing with Karen was completely drowned out by the
desire created by the Priestess.  Sandy fitted one end of the strap-on
into her own pussy.  It fit very nicely, and once adjusted, it was
obvious that it was going to rub her clit in a delicious manner.  It
was the other end of this club that Sandy had worried about.

    	It was huge!  Longer than Master Ken and at least as thick, if not
thicker.  Sandy couldn't know it, but from Tina's induction as a
Priestess, she'd developed a real fondness for very large cocks.  As a
Priestess, her body would accommodate this desire easily, if not
entirely comfortably.   But Tina liked an edge to her sex, and was
discovering that a bit of pain really added to the experience.  Not
that she was in Jane's class, or ever wanted to be, but she was growing
to really love the dual sensations.

    	Sandy gently nudged the thick rubber against Tina's small,
drooling opening.  By the slight movement of her hips (all that she
could comfortably do), the teen signaled her eagerness.  Finally, Sandy
pushed the head inside, her own desire soaring as it stretched the
small, delicate lips.

    	"Ohhh," moaned Tina.  "Goddess, that's good!  Hard, hard!  Push it
in, please!"

    	Sandy complied, sinking the huge dildo in Tina's body.  The girl
screamed as she came, then continued to beg for more as Sandy drove
them both to orgasm after orgasm, until she was just too tired to
continue.  Finally, she removed the instrument with a wet slurp, and
set about removing Tina's bonds.  The girl, once she was free, removed
the strap-on from Sandy's tunnel, lovingly licking the other woman's
cum from it, then moving her mouth to gently suck and soothe the wet,
swollen skin.  Finally, they slept, damp bodies curled in each other's
arms.

      	Tina awoke, staring in the darkness.  Sandy had rolled away and
was curled up on the other side of the bed.  Someone else was in the
room.

      	As she realized this, she also saw that it was Lea, who was
smiling and holding her a finger to her lips.  Once again, Tina found
herself bound, this time to a rough wooden plank, the Goddess, naked,
standing over her.

      	"Hello, Tina," She said, Her eyes smoky with lust.

      	Tina was lost, she could barely think, never mind respond.  Lea
ran her nails over the body of the helpless girl.  It was a delicious
mixture of pain and pleasure, especially when said nails ran over her
naked lower lips.

      	"Mmm, I like this fashion," the Goddess purred, putting one
finger on the end of Tina's new piercing.

      	Now fire really did arc through her body.   Pain, pleasure, the
most intense she'd ever felt, flooding her senses.  She knew she was
screaming, cumming so hard she couldn't understand why she wasn't
unconscious.  She knew if she could speak, she'd beg for more.  Tina
couldn't believe her body could receive sensations like this.  Her
Goddess had reached into Tina's deepest fantasies and was creating the
sensations from them.

      	Finally, She stood over Tina's face and lowered Her own velvety
pussy over the teen's panting mouth.  The taste of Her body, the scent,
overwhelmed Tina, and she became a thing of pure sensation.

      	When she finally came back to herself, all she had was the
memory of the most intense pleasure she'd ever experienced.  The
reality couldn't be remembered accurately -- not even by a Priestess.
But the memory of being held in Her strong arms, breathing Her scent,
and feeling Her love could.  Tina slipped into a deep sleep.
      
      End chapter 2-17

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