The Handmaiden ch-2
	I knew from the look on Hebbada's face that her news was not good, but I smiled and waved her into the apartment. She didn't hesitate, but started in immediately with what she had to tell me.
"Your Uncle is awfully sorry, but there are just no jobs available- at least not in his company. However, I convinced him to let me propose something to you although he is certain that you will not be interested in this kind of an offer."
By now my interest was really piqued and I quickly said to her, 
"For God's sake Habbada say what you came to say and let me decide for myself."
"Well Eve there is an organization that I have been connected with for a number of years and they have an opening for the right kind of woman. With your background, I think you would fit the bill perfectly."
I didn't comprehend what in my background Habbada was referring to, but I asked, "What kind of organization is this?"
"It is a group of women who serve as handmaidens in a local temple. If they accept you, they will provide you and Sarah with housing, food and clothing plus a small stipend for your own use. The catch is that you and Sarah would have to live in the temple. Please Eve don't make up your mind without at least talking to these people."
"Okay. I guess it wouldn't hurt to see what they have to offer. When do they want me to apply?"
"I have made a date for today! I thought that it was best to strike while the iron is hot - as the old saying goes. Can you do that?"
Sarah was in school and she would be gone for most of the day and I had no other commitments. So I didn't see why I couldn't do as Habbada had arranged. I nodded and asked her, 
"What preparations should I make? Will they want a resume?"
"That won't be necessary. They will rely upon what you tell them and how you conduct yourself during your interview. I would suggest that you change into slacks because they may want to walk around the temple and show you the place."
I did as Habbada suggested and, in just a few minutes, we were on our way. I'll have to admit that the prospect of employment brought spasms of queasy excitement to my belly.
The drive out to the place took longer than I had anticipated. Our route took us up the Western side of the city to where we crossed the river into New Jersey. Even then, we had quite a way to go. Finally, Habbada turned into a tree-lined drive. The drive ended in a high iron gate that Habbada opened with a card. She looked at me with something of a guilty look and shrugged her shoulders.
"I come out here often so they gave me my own card to open the gate. That saves someone having to come to the gate and opening it for me."
"Habbada where is the temple? I don't see it anywhere."
"We are approaching the temple now. There it is!"
A large castle-like building had come into view. The group you may join still functions on the old style of things. In the really olden days, the handmaidens all lived in rooms within the temple and that is the way of things are even today. As you can see, the building is easily large enough to house a number of handmaidens and - in a number of cases - their families. By the time Habbada had finished telling me this little bit of history and information, she exclaimed,
"Oh, look! There is Rahab waiting to greet us."
"And, just who is Rahab?"
"She is the assistant matron. She works under Asherah who runs practically everything."
I couldn't help but gasp for the figure that was obviously awaiting our arrival looked for all the world as though she had just stepped out of the Kama Sutra. Her dress was definitely of an old-time Arab style, but that was not what caused me to start in surprise. This woman was naked from the waist up! Her skin had a dusky hue to it and her areolas were dark like those of a black woman. I saw at once why Habbada had advised me to wear slacks for this woman was wearing long, diaphanous trousers that were fastened about her ankles by a single string of beads. There was a long scarf-like attachment to the small belt that held up those trousers and this scarf extended through her legs almost to the ground. I smiled to myself for the purpose of that scarf was only too obvious - it hid what was the area of her genitals!
Habbada swung the car into a very small parking area and we got out.
"Rahab this is Eve."
"Ah, yes the sister of the original whore. Come, Asherah has other matters to concern her so I shall show you your cell."
I was a little distressed for this woman spoke as though I were already a part of what ever this temple-thing was. I looked over at Habbada with a question in my eyes and she volunteered the answer. 
"Rahab is referring to Lilith, the first woman in the garden. Surely Eve you have heard the story of Lilith during your religious training?" 
I nodded for I knew well the story of the woman who was removed from the original garden. By this time, our little trio had reached the door of the mansion. Without thinking, Rahab gave me another surprise. As approached the door, Rahab bent down to retrieve the newspaper that had been thrown up onto the front stoop. I knew at once the purpose of that scarf for Rahab's trousers were split down the back and, as she bent over, I could plainly see her ass and through her crotch to her yoni!
"I have to continuously remind that boy not to throw these papers on the stoop. He is to deliver them by hand. I may have to speak to his employer about this sloppy performance."
 We entered an immense house and I was immediately surprised. It was spotless! Each room looked as though it had been gone over with minute attention.
 We took a brief tour around the ground floor of this huge place and I was continuously amazed. Tapestries and paintings covered every wall. But it was not just the existence of these artifacts. Rather it was their content! Every painting portrayed some kind of sexual activity and this activity was depicted even to the smallest of details!  I could even see the minutest of hair around the male's lingams and the drops of pre-coital dew that had gathered along the lips of the maiden's yonis. I couldn't help but notice, too, that the yonis of every female depicted in one or more of these pictures were clean shaven!  Rahab ushered us toward a large reception area.  There was a small entry room and I noticed that one wall had a row of hooks on it. There was a pair of those harem pants - similar to those Rahab was wearing - hanging from one of the hooks.
I was not surprised as much as I might have been by the appearance of the inside of this mansion! It, too, looked as though it was right out of the Arabian nights. Draperies hung on each wall and an incense burner perfumed the room. However, there was another surprise waiting for me when we entered or should I say that Rahab had not prepared me for the formal ritual of entering this area of the mansion. As soon as we were inside the small entry room, Rahab promptly shed those harem pants and hung them on a hook. There she stood, before us, completely naked! But that wasn't all! Habbada did exactly the same only she retained her light blouse. The presence of her blouse caused me to inspect your breast region. I was once more surprised by the dark areolas showing through the flimsy material. There I stood with two women whose genitals were openly exposed to my view. The three of us stood there looking at one another - me confused and the other two expectantly. Then it dawned upon me what I was expected to do. The looks on the faces of Rahab and Habbada were challenging me to do as they had done. Slowly, hesitantly, I slid my pants down to my ankles, kicked them off and hung them upon an available hook. My panties soon followed and then my blouse.  I felt like a complete fool.
As I turned back from the hook wall, I saw a mid-sized mural on the wall across from the hooks. An Indian male dressed completely in white robes was pushing his lingam into the yoni of a naked Indian girl. The painter of this mural must have been a superb artist for the figures seemed to be nearly alive.
Rahab stepped up in front of Habbada, bent her knees and thrust her Mons Venus toward Habbada. I could only look upon this scene in surprise as Habbada mimicked Rahab's actions. Only Habbada continued to advance towards Rahab until their Mons were touching! There was some kind of obvious attraction between these two sex organs for the faces of both women displayed intense pleasure!
Then, it was my turn. Rahab broke the connection between her yoni and that of Habbada and approached me.
"It is customary for the females who enter this house to kiss in the most intimate of ways."
As she said this, she bent her knees and pushed her Mons Venus towards me! I was amazed at the attraction I felt for this woman! I, too, bent my knees and thrust my Mons forward. A shock went through my body as her Mons touched mine. Now I knew why Habbada had looked so enraptured by this, `kissing'. If Rahab had maintained her connection with my sexual being just a little longer, I was certain that I would climax!    
As Rahab took my hand and drew me into the main room, once more I was asking myself just what sort of organization this was for, as I glanced quickly at each of the four walls  I received another series of shocks. These walls also served as canvases for huge murals. The mural on the wall on my right was of two naked Indian women. They were clasping each other's tits and their two yonis were smashed against one another. This was a duplicate, `kiss' of the one I had just undergone!
Habbada smiled at my amazement and turned me towards the wall behind me. The mural on that wall was even more grotesque. The central figure was that of a man sporting an immense headdress. He was surrounded by six naked women, five of which were joined to his body by some kind of sexual bond. His arms were raised and the fingers of each hand were thrust into the yoni of a girl. His toes on each foot were turned upward and - like his fingers - thrust into the yoni of a girl. The fifth girl was standing on her head and the male's lingam was thrust into her yoni just like all of the others. A sixth girl stood nakedly behind the male. Her purpose was not clear.
Habbada directed my gaze to the wall on my left. The mural on that wall was the largest of the three. Essentially, it was the same multiple grouping as the other. Eight naked females surrounded a huge figure, but this figure was not totally a male. It was a giant with the head of a bull and perched upon both of the figure's horns were two additional females! In this case, the additional girl sat perched upon the giants left thigh with her yoni blatantly exposed. The background for this mural was the tent of  a desert sheik, but I gasped for I recognized that central figure.
It was BAAL! - the ancient God of both the Jews and the desert peoples.
It was almost impossible for me to pull my gaze from this mural. Not only was it rendered in a very life-like manner, but it presented the personification of a highly worshiped religious figure - even in my native religion of Judaism.
 How long I stared at the mural, I don't know, but it took Habbada pulling on my arm to break my trance. She turned me so that I was facing the fourth wall. The mural on this wall depicted a naked woman squatting over an open bowl and, from the positions of her two hands, it was apparent that she was, `milking' her yoni and catching her discharge in the bowl!
Habbada sensed my uncertainty for she whispered, "All will soon be made clear."
Apparently, as I gazed at the murals, Rahab had gone elsewhere for she now returned bearing four cups of tea. Habbada pulled me to the wall on my right where two large cushions were positioned. She sat down upon one cushion and indicated that I was to sit upon the other. Rahab promptly proffered the tea and both Habbada and I accepted a cup. It was a strange tasting tea - sweet, but not too sweet - and it had an almost immediate strange effect upon me. My mouth began to tingle. I became acutely aware of my surroundings. The figures in the mural seemed to be engaging in some form of frantic sex. Every one of the females was completely hairless. Their yonis were shaven so that their opened slits were plainly visible. 
For an instant, I turned my gaze to Habbada and, for the first time, I realized that her yoni was also hairless! Rahab stood before me watching me for the effects of ingesting that nefarious tea. My surprise was complete when I saw that her yoni was also hairless. I wondered where I had been since I was just now cognizant of the fact that both of the yonis of these women were totally devoid of hair! Then it hit me! These women were all members of some desert tribe for their yonis were framed by a dark region that passed along both sides of their yonis. Even Habbada's yoni was so framed by a darker portion of her crotch! I looked again to Habbada and she whispered to me,
"I have been a member of this temple since Laban and I first came here. Lay back honey and let the tea work its magic. Soon you will be wild for something to be driven up into your kus." 
Rahab grinned her evil grin and rubbed her bare belly. I knew at that moment that I was, in reality, a sexual prisoner of these wild women! The rubbing of Rahab's belly was some kind of signal to me for I immediately became aware of the fact that I wanted - in the most demanding way - to feel a lingam being driven up into my kus. In short, I wanted to be fucked! NOW! I looked to the mural featuring BAAL and knew that I wanted his lingam to be driven mightily into the center of my sex! I traced a weird pattern over the skin of my thighs and nearly brought on an orgasm. I wondered to myself where had I learned that obscene pattern? Surely, it was nothing that I had ever been taught!  Excitement and desire were rampant throughout my entire body!
I was so absorbed in the rapid build-up of excitement in every part of my being that I failed to notice the entry of yet another female. In fact, I wasn't cognizant of her presence until she spoke.
"I am Asherah -matron of this temple. Eve, you are welcome to partake of the joys we offer. I shall answer some of your questions and, in turn, ask some of my own. Yes, our tea is a mild drug. It is made from the ground-up bulbs of a certain plant which we have shipped to us routinely. The drug has several nice characteristics. First, it is not addictive although you will develop a taste for it and especially the sexual arousal that results from drinking it. Secondly, it increases the flow of yoni juices which we capture and add to our tea. Ah, I can see that this startles you so I shall tell you that you are now drinking the juices from the yonis of the other members of the temple - mine included. I daresay that you have during your lifetime wondered just what your yoni tastes like. Well, here you shall have the opportunity to know. And lastly, the bulbs of this plant act as an aphrodisiac and this accounts for the arousal you are experiencing at this very moment. Now, while we talk, we shall gather your yoni juices."
As Asherah was speaking, Rahab placed a weird-looking device before each of us. It was a small bowl with a trough-like piece that crossed its top. Sticking straight up from this trough was a smooth, nearly pointed dildo the peak of which had a small depression carved into it. Once these things were positioned in front of us, Rahab placed a small amount of some dry, dust-like substance in this depression. Asherah continued.
"Among my people, these devices are known as, `The Maiden's Pipe'. In the desert, our men were often gone for very great lengths of time and, being the excitable type of female that we are we  needed something to fill our yonis. The females of India originally developed this device and the females of the desert adapted it for their uses. Now, slide forward onto your knees with your yoni positioned above the lingam. Carefully, slide your body down upon the lingam until it is completely in your yoni. The natural juices from your yoni - coupled with the increased flow engendered by the effects of the tea- will flow along the sides of the lingam and into the ready yoni above the bowl and thence into the bowl below. Your next cup of tea may be made from your own juices!"
As Asherah was describing this procedure, Rahab and Habbada were assuming the correct pose and slowly lowering themselves upon the upraised penis thereby allowing their yonis to suck that penis into them. Once the penis was fully engulfed in their yonis, they each looked up and smiled at me! Their smiles were challenges to me to do the same as they.
I slid off the cushion I had been sitting upon and gingerly positioned myself above that horrible penis-thing. Then, ever so slowly and ever so carefully, I began sinking onto this false male-thing. I was unprepared for the sensations that blasted throughout my body. I had failed to take into account the aphrodisiac effects of that insidious tea. My temples were throbbing and a great explosion was taking place inside my belly. I couldn't prevent myself from rubbing my belly and thighs and this caused a tingling from my toes to my shoulders.
"I..uh...I...Uh...I'm commmmiinnnng!"
My orgasm blasted through me like a runaway locomotive. Not one of the other females paid me the slightest notice for they, too, were in the midst of their own orgasms.
Then, as our respective explosions slowly waned, Asherah resumed her discussion,
"Do you have a lover?"
I shook my head vigorously.
"How often do you masturbate?"
"What kind of question is that? What I do in the privacy of my room is none of your business!"
"Oh, but it is. In order to become a kedeshah, your sex drive must be of the highest. Do you know the term: kedeshah?"
"Yes I do. In the old language it means a holy whore."
"Well. This is what you are to become!"
While I digested this bit of unwelcome news, Asherah continued,
"You have a daughter!" This was not a question but a statement of fact. "You will train your daughter so that she may also become a kedeshah and you shall give her to the temple!
The kedeshahs of this temple do not act in the same fashion as the olden whores did. We do not sit outside the temple and wait for men to come to us. Our temple has sveral establishments located some distance from the temple. One of these establishments is for the gratification of men while the other is for the gratification of women. The other establishments provide a sense of gratification for the more common females. Six nights of every week, these establishments are staffed by the eight of the kedeshahs who live in this compound. You will become a part of that operation!"
I was having trouble following what Asherah was saying. My head was feeling light and my vision was cloudy. Somehow, my attention became riveted upon the figures of that huge mural that adorned the wall behind Asherah. As I watched them, they began to move and the whole thing became a live sexual show! Then, as I stared unbelievingly at that scene, the bull-like male rose, shed his painted lovers and stepped down towards me! I quitted the Maiden's Pipe and lay on my back with my legs raised and spread wide. I couldn't believe that I was doing this! I was offering myself to this ... what? I was acting not like a holy whore but as a zonah - a slut of the street, but I had to have that massive lingam thrust into my yoni! In one swift painful thrust, BAAL's lingam buried itself completely within my yoni! I gasped from the pain and the pleasure.
Once more, my orgasm roared through me without any warning and the first was quickly followed by a second and a third. I wrapped my legs around that great body and pulled it down upon mine. I wanted as much of that lingam in me as it was humanly possible for me to get. BAAL fucked into me with great vigor and I, in turn, fucked him back with an equal ferocity. A vast broiling cauldron of shooting stars erupted deep within my womb and I knew that this was what I had hungered for all of my life! I was BAAL's whore!
Then reality faded fully from my consciousness.
Somehow Habbada and I got into the car. I was grateful that she was still in control of herself for I was not. We must have left the Temple in something of a hurry for, as we rode along, I suddenly realized that I was completely naked. I looked over at Habbada and saw that she, too, was naked. She saw me looking at her nakedness and said, 
"Don't be surprised Eve, the Temple has a powerful effect upon yonis such as you and I. I often drive home in this state of undress. If you are reacting much as I do, you are probably fighting the urge to finger yourself! Go ahead! Dig your fingers into your yoni. Whether you masturbate yourself or not makes no difference to me, but I intend to ease the urgency that I am feeling in my yoni. So, do as you see fit!"
As she said this, her free hand moved decidedly down into her yoni area and she began a frantic fingering. I was with her. I had never before felt this much need for sexual relief. I soon knew that one finger was not going to be enough so I added more and more fingers until my entire hand was in my yoni! God but that felt really wonderful!
"Habbada, I ...uh... I don't ... know if I can be a .... Uh .. member of that temple or not. Holy mother, I am commmmiiiinniing !" 
That orgasm was not enough and I climaxed three or four times more as we drove home. 
When Habbada turned onto our street, she said, 
"Eve I will pull into the curb. You check the sidewalk. Make sure that it is empty before you make a run for the front door of your building. Oh, by the way, reach over the back of the seat. There is a package in the back seat for you and Sarah.  The directions of what to do with it are included. Here we are! Now, run for your door!"
I made it into our building okay without anybody seeing me and my nakedness. Where I ran into trouble was in my very own apartment. As I stepped in, I was greeted by a minor scream from my daughter and a loud explosive question.
"MOM! What have you been doing? You don't have any clothes on!"               

















     

  
 
