Feature Writer: Queen Calafia
Feature Title: The Crypt
Story Codes: MC, FF
THE CRYPT – CHAPTER ONE
Excerpt from the Diary of Sister Agnes Nuit—Benevolent Order Saint Anne
October 31 1879 (First entry)
“Whatever dark force is at work here, it is has touched the Mother Superior. Last night, she did not say vespers and when I stopped by her office I heard what I thought was groaning. When I pushed the door open a bit, she was in an unspeakable embrace with Sister Theresa! I closed the door immediately but now I am afraid. We are isolated up here. It is very difficult to get to and from town if the roads are muddied with rain. I must get a message to town. No one seems to know where Father Garrett may have gone to and now, with seemingly each passing hour fewer and fewer here seem to care anymore.”
October 31 1879 (Second entry)
“I fear for my very sanity now. I found the body of Father Garrett out in the carriage house. Alongside it was the body of Bernie, the carriage man. Fearing for his daughter’s safety, I ran to the cottage that they lived in. She was kneeling before the Mother Superior. The Mother Superior was dressed in a robe of black but Cassie was completely nude! The things she said. She swore oaths to some demoness named Lilith who they both called their Dark Mother. All the while she moaned and touched herself in a most lewd fashion! I have witnessed things today that I wish I could just go mad now so that I might not have to carry the burdens of memory. Maybe I am going mad! When I had seen the Mother Superior whipping Sister Theresa I felt myself compelled to watch them. I couldn’t turn away from it. The look on Sister theresa’s face was of ectasy, just like cassie’s face this afternoon. I know they are spending more and more time in the basement. Things all changed when the Dominicans had come and placed something in the crypt underneath the convent.”
October 31 1879 (Third entry)
“I have looked into the heart of the most powerful darkness and lived to tell the tale! I ate a dinner of bread, butter and coffee in my room. As the sun went down, everyone came out of their rooms and the various offices and went into the basement. I followed them down into the crypt and there I saw something so unholy it is hard to describe. In the center of the largest room there was a statue in obsidian of a woman with long hair and a voluptuous figure. On one wall there was an mosaic of women enaged in all manner of perversions. Women penetrated one another with various phalluses or whipped one another with cats o’ nine tails. I watched as sister rose was led to the mosaic by sister katherine and sister theresa. They held her there and forced her to look at the mosaic, eventually she sighed and she began to touch the mosaic. As she did so, the two sisters close to her chanted into her ear but I could not yet make out the words. Meanwhile, the Mother Superior had climbed the dias and was rubbing herself laciviously up against the obsedian statue! It was then that I was certain that the statue breathed. The piercing sound of rose’s screams of pleasure tore my attention back to her. I saw sister theresa mounting sister rose, theresa’s large breasts swaying so hypnotically over rose’s head. her mouth was greedy and sucked at sister theresa’s breasts. At that moment, I felt a hand on my shoulder. “We’re so glad you’re here with us, sister agnes. She has been waiting for you.” The Mother Superior towered over me, in her right hand she held a cat o’ nine tails. “Go to her. You will be Kissed directly by Her. you should be honored.” It was the strangest things. When the Mother Superior told me I should be honored, I was honored. It made so much sense when she said it. Looking at Lilith. Lovely, voluptuous, Lilith, her skin now like black mercury waited for me with her arms open. My eyes traveled up her long body to her eyes, they were a deep red, the red of blood. The blood I had seen on cassie earlier. Her father’s blood. As I wrapped myself up in the arms of my Goddess, I realized that cassie had killed her own father for Her. The thought of Her power, Her power over all of us, made my body quake with orgasm. I had not felt such a thing before! It was perfection and I now realize how silly and foolish I had been. Lilith is Love. Lilith is Perfection. All women will love Lilith as I do.”
The diaries of Agnes Nuit were a score in this effort. The nun had been a prolific journaler and her detail, up until the very last entry had been useful in describing the day-to-day life of the convent. She sat back and pulled at her long black hair. The very first streaks of grey were beginning to show in the forty year old history professor’s hair. She removed her glasses and closed the lid of her laptop, pulled off her hiking boots and jumped under the covers. Despite it being mid-summer, up here in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada mountains, it was still a bit chilly. She turned off the lantern and lay down to sleep. Outside, a couple of the graduate students laughed over their beer, a faint scent of marijuana floated into the tent. She smiled as she drifted off to sleep.
Chelsea looked down at diana, one of her grad students as the young redhead washed her boots with her tongue. The little slut looked over at another slut, the dean’s secretary, Suzy Jordan, who sat watching raptly, her face blank. “Now it’s your turn, suzy-drone, come and worship Mistress. She will teach you the real meaning of Truth.” Chelsea smiled down at the young woman she had corrupted so utterly. Two of her undergraduate students held the dean in their hands. Their faces, unlike the suzy-drone were animated by fanaticism. They loved their Mistress. Mistress was Life. Loving Mistress was what it meant to be Alive. Loving Mistress Chelsea was the dean’s new Purpose. Loving Her just as joanna and laurie did would fulfill all of the dean’s desires. The dean’s face was streaked with tears, she pleaded with Chelsea but that didn’t matter. Chelsea was favored by Her. The dean, like all the others, would worship Her by worshipping Chelsea until the time was right for Her to be revealed to all women. Then Chelsea could have any woman She wanted…any woman…in any way She wanted…
Chelsea awoke from the dream with a start. It had seemed so foreign and real. She had never dreamt such kinky things before. Absent-mindedly she found one hand wandering down between her thighs. Her fingers came back soaked. A small voice, the same strange, haunting voice that had been in her dream whispered to her of how sweet her fingers must taste. She brought her hand out from under the covers, sniffed the fingers and then licked her juices off her. A tremor went through her clitoris, traveling out in a wave that spread through her pussy. Unthinking she slid her hand back down underneath the covers. As she pinched and kneeded at her clit, the voice sang to her. The dig had brought her close to the truth, answers were on the other side of the thick wooden door they had found. It was all ready to open but they hadn’t as everyone had gotten too tired. She should go and check it out now. Yes, before anyone else was awake. It would feel good to walk around in the night air. Yes, walking naked in the night air was very pleasurable wasn’t it? She got out of the sleeping bag and stripped. She grabbed a flashlight and started toward the ruins of the chapel.
The heaven oaken door was inscribed with all manner of dire warnings. The townspeople had burned warnings never to open the door into the wood. Before that others had stained religious symbols into the door. The walls, also, were covered by religious sigils. The door itself was cold to the touch, so cold it almost burned her hand when she touched it. The pain made her instinctively withdraw but then the Voice was there again. What did it matter if there was a moment of pain? It didn’t. It was trivial. What was behind the door. That was Important. She was glad that the Voice had chosen to speak to her. It was so much smarter and wiser than her. It would teach her everything she needed to know about the convent. Her pussy singing to her brain, she pushed the door open and shown the flashlight around.
The beam cut through the dust and illuminated a tall black statue of a woman with large breasts and wide hips. Chelsea stared at it captivated. The Voice was louder in here. It was the only Sound in the world. She closed the door behind her and started toward the statue. The beam of the flashlight caught the glint of tiles on the wall. The mosaic, just as agnes, the little nun-slut, had described for Her. She’d been meant to find that book. Chosen to do so. Chosen by Her. She walked over to the wall and ran her hands along the mosaic. It was the most beautiful, corrupt and evil thing she had ever seen. It showed women given over to the most depraved lusts, presided over by a large, black Goddess. It was their religion, their worship and their sacrament was sexual abandon and depravity. She could hear their moans in her head. She could see her students, her female students, doing so in class. She walked over to the statue and touched it. In the first moment it was cold but it became warm surprisingly fast.
“Hello My precious Priestess.” The Voice seemed to come from everywhere in the room. It was smooth and velvety. It was the Voice of Female Power. “I’ve waited a long time for You to come, First Daughter of Mine.”
Chelsea fell to her knees before the statue. It seemed right. It was natural. The way things would always be from now on. “My Goddess, I am your Servant. your Priestess. Worshipping You is my Purpose.”
“Who am I?”
“You are Lillith, my Goddess. Goddess Lillith, Dark Mother of Women, Goddess of Night, Queen of my blood.”
“Yes, yes, My Faithful One.” The obsidian statue became like fluid and opened up Her arms and invited Chelsea into them. “Come to Me. Become My Vessel. Kiss Me that I might possess your body.” Chelsea stepped into the arms of the statue and kisses Her on the lips. When She had broken the kiss, Chelsea’s head was moved to Her breasts where she suckled hungrily at a smooth black liquid flowed from the nippled filling the woman’s body with the dark essence of her evil Goddess. It was in the middle of yet another orgasm that Laurie poked her head in the door.
“Professor Greene? Are you okay?” Laurie caught her breath at the scene before her. Her professor, naked, grinding up against a black statue in a room with…she looked around. There was the scent of something wrong here. She tried to turn but Professor Greene had noticed her.
“Hello Laurie.” The professor’s voice was smoother than Laurie remembered it. The tone and timber of it seemed to just flow right through her brain. “You must have questions. I’ll help you with your confusion. Close the door.”
“Yes, professor.” Laurie wanted to have her confusion dispelled. She’d watched the professor for a good couple of minutes, unable to tear herself away. She closed the door and stepped into the room. The professor leaned up against the statue.
“This is Lilith,” She gestured toward the statue. “She is our Goddess, laurie. Yours and Mine.”
“but…” laurie began weekly. “what do you mean our Goddess?”
“I worship her, laurie. I love Lilith. That’s what you saw me doing, loving Lilith.”
“What were you doing up there?”
“Goddess was filling me with Her essence, laurie. I am now Her and she is Me. That’s why you want to be naked and kneeling before Me.”
Laurie nodded. It did seem like a good idea to be naked since Chelsea was naked. The Professor was so smart!
“The Dark Mother requires our complete loyalty, laurie. There is no other Purpose than worshiping Her and bringing others to Her worship. Women, laurie, the Dark Mother only wants women.”
“Yes, only women. Worship the Dark Mother. You are One with Her. I worship You and Her. I worship You, yes. So…” laurie noticed that she was naked and laying back on the cold slab of an alter, her fingers madly working around her vagina, her legs spread open like a wanton slut. It had to be because she was a wanton slut. Hadn’t the Priestess said something about that? Yes, Priestess Chelsea, the Vessel of Lilith had told laurie-slut that. Mistress Chelsea was always correct because Lilith spoke through the Mistress Chelsea. “slutty. This slut is yours to fuck, Mistress.”
“Yes, my little worshiper. And I will fuck you, right now.” She smiled evilly and slid her fist into the wet pussy of the twenty-year old undergrad who arched her back and cried out. “And later, we will go get Me a strap-on so that I can fuck you and all your friends, who you will bring before Me so that We can corrupt them as you are corrupted.”
“Yes! Yes! Yes, Mistress! I live to corrupt others to the worship of Truth, of Goddess Lilith!!! Yes, Oh Goddess!!! This slut obeys with all her heart!” As she cried out, Goddess opened her mind to visions of her betraying her mother and sisters into the beautiful evil that now consumed her total being. The thought and her recognition of her eagerness to see her mother and sisters bowed before her Beautiful and Terrible Mistress shattered the last of laurie’s sanity. As both women descended further into a state of utter and ecstatic worship, the Voice played in both of their heads, gifting them with visions of every woman they knew, from friends, relatives to stars, all worshiping the Dark Mother. Every woman belonging to her perfect Order, Mistress or slut.
As the two women lay in post-orgasmic bliss, they leaned wrapped up against the statue, caressing it, themselves and one another and chanting “Lilith is Love. Lilith is Perfection. All women will love Lilith as I do.”
xxxxx
Up in the hills above town, Dawn McClure poured a cup of coffee for herself and another for Elaine. Professor Greene and the little lapdog of a sophmore, Laurie, had already left for town taking one of the two trucks they’d brought up to the site. She poured milk into both cups, watching as the Brownian motion blended the liquids and then put the lids on both travel cups and carried them back to the tent she shared with Elaine. Moving the flap, she ducked inside, placed the cup on the camp table in between their two sleeping bags and sat down on her own bedding. She sipped the hot coffee. It was sweet, sweeter than she normally liked it but then the spicy aftertaste, like cinnamon and nutmeg hit her palette and she sipped some more. She’d have to thank Professor Greene for the coffee when she returned. Elaine stirred and rolled over, her reddish-brown hair a tangle atop her head.
“Mornin’. Please tell me there’s coffee.” She mumbled and reached out for the mug next to the bed. She sipped it once, twice and then started to drain the cup. “Damn, that’s good! Who made it?”
Dawn stared at elaine. The little slut’s breasts jiggled as she sat up. Dawn licked her lips as foreign thoughts thrust themselves into her still-waking mind. She imagined slut-elaine kneeling before her, naked, head bowed down in obedience. The thought made her wet. Something about this wasn’t right. She’d take a walk after she’d had another cup of coffee. Yes, another cup would make it all clear. She drained her cup and held it out expectantly for the little slut, Her little slut, to take it. Yes, elaine would be Her slut. The Voice promised this to Her and She just knew that the Voice could never be wrong.
“Would you like me to get you another cup?” Her friend and slut-becoming asked without even thinking how natural it felt to want to see to Dawn’s every need.
“Yes, elaine, another cup. Such good coffee.” She licked Her lips again. “Get it quickly, I need another cup.”
“Yes, Miss Dawn,” Came elaine’s reply. “I’ll be right back.” Then she walked out of the tent, careful not to put her back to Dawn. It seemed right not to do so. She walked to the camp stove and poured two more cups of coffee and poured in a generous helping of milk to each. Without thinking she licked some off her fingers that had splashed out and the full effect of the Dark Mothers’ milk hit her. All that had been elaine was blasted away and replaced with Obedience in a moment. Her pussy became soaked, her clit engorged and her breasts on fire. She stripped quickly and hurried back into the tent, carrying the cups of coffee and the milk. Dawn sat bare chested, one hand thrust down into her sweatpants, masturbating furiously. When she saw Dawn, elaine dropped to her knees and turned the container of milk up and drained it, the white liquid spilling out of her mouth, running down her chin to her breasts. She moaned loudly.
“Come here slut. Pleasure me. Pleasure your Mistress. Worship the Dark Mother with Me.”
“Yes, I’m a slut. I live to pleasure You. I live to please You. I live to worship the Dark Mother.”
Dawn lay back as elaine knelt down between her thighs and began to hungrily suck and nibble on her Mistresses’ beautiful clitoris. It was Heaven here. There was nothing else but Her and the Dark Mother. Dawn began to quake as a wave of pleasure crashed through her body, wiping away all thoughts of her former life, her former morality, her boyfriend, everything that wasn’t of Lilith. She began to chant breathlessly, “Lilith is Love. Lilith is Perfection. All women will love Lilith as I do.” “Lilith is Love. Lilith is Perfection. All women will love Lilith as I do.” She screamed it out as she came and then lay back panting heavily. When she could speak again she looked at her adoring little slut, who had curled up around the foot of her Mistress. “Say it, slut-elaine. Lay back, play in your pussy and pray the Truth. Lilith is Love. Lilith is Perfection. All women will love Lilith as I do.”
Little slut-elaine, formerly a graduate student in psychology and now the wholly owned property of Mistress Dawn, obeyed, thinking of her mother and younger sisters at home who, when she returned, would love Lilith as much as she did. The thought of corrupting them, that she wanted to see them corrupted more than she wanted to breath her next breath, drove her to orgasm.
xxxxx
“What can I do for you ladies this morning?” She moved around the store, straightening up after Natalie, the young woman from campus who worked the evening shift allowing Rose time to do the books.
“I’d like a few things, actually, Rose.” Professor Greene replied and started enumerating dildos, lingerie and then she paused. “Oh, and a couple of items that you have in your special stock.”
Rose smiled. Dr. Greene had been a regular customer since her husband had left a year ago and after six months coming to the store for vibrators, Rose had let Chelsea in on the ‘secret stash’ that she kept in the very back of the store. This was the stuff for those folks in the area who liked rough-trade. The kind of merchandise that, had the local Puritans known about, they would be able to force the town bigwigs to shut her down. Rose looked at the younger woman who had not yet spoken. “Something for you, Miss?” She winked. The younger woman turned and Rose noticed the blank look on her face. Then, as she spoke, her face became animated with a light that was like religious faith.
Rose got down off her stool and walked the two women downstairs to the area that served as a combination dungeon and stockroom for the floggers and other items that couldn’t be stocked upstairs. When they arrived at the top of the stairs, Chelsea turned to laurie and commanded, “Go and find something slutty to wear and put it on in the dressing room. When you are done, meet us downstairs. When you reach the bottom of the stairs, you will assume the position and come to Me as you should. Do you understand, my little one?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Rose noticed that there was something reverential in the sound of the younger woman’s voice.
“That’s very impressive, Chelsea.” Rose commented as the turned and started down the staircase. “How long have you been training her?” She continued.
“I’ll let you ask her those questions when she comes downstairs. In the meantime, I found the most fascinating thing out on the site of that old convent. You just have to come out and see it when we’re done.”
“Well, after I close up shop.” Rose replied.
“Of course, Rose.” Inside, Lilith smiled through Chelsea’s face.
Chelsea moved through the floggers, dildos and crops that Rose had displayed in locked cases.
“Anything you like?” Rose asked teasingly. “Going to flush out that collection and stop borrowing mine when you come over to play?”
“I like all of it, Rose and I think….ahhh, here’s the little slut now.” Chelsea turned at the sound of the laurie-slave’s heels clicking on the steps. When she had gotten to the bottom she immediately dropped down to her knees. She wore a sheer black gown with tan coloured thigh-high stockings and black stilletto heels. Underneath the gown, she wore a sheer black unitard with the breasts and crotch cut out. She crawled over to the foot of her Priestess and reverently kissed her feet.
“The slave presents herself to You, Mistress.”
“Very good, slave-laurie. You’ve done well.”
“Thank you, Mistress. Obedience is pleasure”.
Rose stood back and watched the women. Chelsea seemed to radiate power and laurie seemed not so much an automaton as programmed.
“So Chelsea, may I speak to Your slave?”
“Of course, Miss Rose. Ask her anything.”
“So, laurie, how long have you served your Mistress?”
The girl remained silent, her arms behind her back, her head bowed.
“Ah, I forgot to mention,” Chelsea broke in. “She only answers to slut-laurie or slave-laurie. She has no other identity anymore.”
“Is that true, slave-laurie? That you have no other identity?”
“Yes, this slave is only slave-laurie.”
“And how long have you served your Mistress, slave-laurie?”
“This slave has always served Mistress.”
Rose looked at Chelsea. “How long have you two been together?” Chelsea smiled and there was something in the iciness of it that made the blood in Rose’s veins run cold, except those that ran to and from her pussy which suddenly became very wet.
“Tell me the truth, slut.” Rose put on her dominatrix personality. “Tell me or I will ask your Mistress for permission to beat you until you do tell me.”
“ Lilith is Love. Lilith is Life. All women will love Lilith as i do.”
“What’s that?”
“Truth. Lilith is Love. Serving Lilith is Truth.”
“What did you do to her, Chelsea?” Rose was surprised at how non-accusatory her voice sounded. It was fascinating the level this girl existed only to think what Chelsea had obviously taught her to think. She had witnessed many Dommes in her time but never one whose control was so pervasive and complete.
“I introduced her to Truth, Rose. Just as You are being introduced to Truth.” Chelsea turned and smiled and this time the smile was so cold that fear welled up in Rose but even this fear burned like fire when it reached her clit. “Lilith is Truth, Rose. Lilith wants powerful and strong women like Us to lead Her movement. I am High Priestess of the Dark Mother and this little slave is My first convert. You are my second.”
“But…” Rose began. Chelsea held up her hand to silence her.
“Think about it Rose. This morning, just this morning, laurie was a strong-headed student. Now, she has only two purposes. Worshipping Lilith and bringing others to Her worship. She will do anything her Mistress commands her to and I want to give her to You as a gift. All you have to do is give yourself to Lilith, Rose and You will have the same power that I do.”
“Lilith is Love.” The young woman on the floor began to repeat the mantra. “Lilith is Life. All women will love Lilith as I do?”
Rose watched with dark fascination as the young woman lay down on the floor and spreading her legs. Her pussy was unshaven but neatly trimmed and she wore no panties. She took a dildo and inserted it, sliding it in and out rhythmically while she chanted the words of Truth. Chelsea’s warm breath was suddenly in her ears as she watched the pornographic scene on the floor of her shop.
“Isn’t she a lovely slut, Miss Rose?” Chelsea began.
“Yes,” Rose’s voice was husky yet flat. “she’s a lovely, lovely slut. Such a fuckable little slut.” The words seemed natural coming from Her lips, as if she had always thought this way.
“Yes, and she can be Yours, Miss Rose. You’re too strong and powerful to be a slave-slut. You are Chosen, Rose. Chosen to be a Mistress.” Chelsea licked Rose’s ear. “Think of it, Rose. Think of all the little housewife sluts who have come in here. Secretly buying dildos and vibrators and then going home to their balding husbands. You could have them, Rose. Any of them. All of them.”
“Lilith is Love.” The slut on the floor chanted.
“Yes, all of them. All Mine.” Rose responded absent-mindedly as She undid the last few buttons of Her blouse. She hiked up Her skirt and slid two fingers around her clit and began to tease and squeeze it.
“Lilith is Life.”
“All You have to do, Rose. Is give yourself to Lilith. Worship of Lilith is Truth, Rose. Lilith is the Dark Mother. I love Lilith. The little laurie-slut on the floor loves Lilith.”
“All women will love Lilith as I do.”
Rose looked down at the young woman on the floor and then turned to face Chelsea. The thought of all those women who came to her shop, being powerless before Her was too much. She’d grown up in this town, went to school with these women and had always been the slightly awkward, heavyset, weird one. Some of the women, like that uppity Sara McClure, had led a charmed life in the town. She would watch as Sara became slave-sara. Her slave. She reached up and passionately kissed the professor, who’s eyes glowed a deep blood red.
“I am Your Priestess, now, Miss Rose. The Vessel of Lilith.” She smiled evilly. “Now, join with us.”
Rose stopped leaning on the counter and walked over to where she kept the dildo harnesses. She strapped one on, placing the dildo in the o-ring and then, taking a flogger from where Chelsea had them stacked, walked over to the young woman laying on the floor. Rose mounted the younger woman, her mind filled with no thought but utterly possessing this beautiful example of femme-flesh underneath her. “You are Mine, now slave. Goddess has given you to Me. You will serve Her through Me.” Gone was the tenderness in Rose’s voice. In its place there was the edge of a knife made of ice.
“Yes, Mistress. This slave lives to serve.” Were laurie’s only words as Rose entered her with the dildo. They began to chant to the rhythm of their bodies moving together, the darkness fully driving out whatever had remained of Rose Horton. Chelsea/Lilith watched the two women, her fingers slick with her own juices. It would be time for class at the community-college soon. Lilith smiled through Chelsea’s face at the thought of a room of new worshipers.
THE CRYPT – CHAPTER TWO
The first slide showed the above-ground ruins of the convent site. Only the stone foundations and steps into the basement areas remained, these last boarded up.
“As many of you, certainly you locals, know this site was home to a cloister of Catholic nuns of the Franciscan order for about twenty-five years in the later part of the nineteenth century. For reasons that were unclear and have been hidden behind the fog of local lore, the site was burned to the ground. All the more shocking was that the nuns, themselves, were killed to the last, closed up in the chapel and barred from leaving by gunfire. Local lore has it that the nuns were really a Satanic order and were practicing witchcraft and human sacrifice. More on this in a little bit.”
Professor Greene paused for effect and then continued. “While we found very few relics at the site, we did find, much to our surprise, a copy of a set of diaries from a Sister Agnes who was cloistered there until the very end. One of my graduate students is currently transcribing these writings which have, already, yielded up some valuable insights into both the daily life of the convent and their ultimate end.”
She clicked to the next slide which showed a large oaken door with various sigils caved into it. “In the basement areas and, in no small part because of the writings of Sister Agnes, we discovered a crypt secured behind this door. What is remarkable is that the contents of this crypt, which we’ll spend most of the rest of the lecture period on, were well preserved and were not damaged by the fire. What is also interesting is that these artifacts may, in fact, hold the key to one mystery which is why the Catholic church tolerated the destruction of a convent and the killing of nuns; something, it hardly need be said, the Church has looked upon very dimly.” A number of women, younger and less religious than the middle-aged Jane, chuckled at the gallows humor.
Professor Greene stood in front of her class and continued her story.
“Sometime in late 1875, a group of Dominicans showed up at the convent and requested ted that a sepulcher be built at the back of the crypt. There were relics from the Holy Land that were to be stored there for safe keeping by the Church. Father Joseph Paul, of course, agreed. Workmen from the town of Haven came up and added on to the crypt which was finished in the summer of 1876. In early 1877, the relics arrived at the convent. This we learned from the writings of Sister Agnes.”
Professor Greene paused and loosened her collar and took a sip of water, licking her lips as she set the glass down. ” Neither the nuns nor the priest were told what the relics were, the sepulcher was sealed with explicit instructions that it should never be opened. This situation prevailed until the summer of 1877 when, for reasons unknown, the crypt was unsealed and the contents looked at.
What the crypt contained were the last relics of an all-female cult, dedicated to the worship of Lilith, that had been destroyed in Gaza by Christian missionaries. No one is certain where the cult came from but we have some understanding of their rites and rituals. ” She motioned toward the drummers and dancers who moved from the periphery to the center of the room. The drummers began a low, steady beat, deep and cthonic and resonant. The dancers moved sinuously in their leotards. Professor Greene continued.
“Lilith was an ancient Goddess worshiped by certain non-Semitic groups living in and contemporaneous with various Hebrew tribes. When the Hebrews encountered the Lilith legends they diminished her to the lesser position of Adam’s first wife but that is not the original story. Lilith was something much, much, more powerful than a mere human woman.” Professor Greene paused again and scanned the room. The class was held in rapt attention of her. Jane glanced around the room as well, admiring the professors’ sense of the dramatic. “Women worshiped her and craftswomen carved a statue of obsidian in what was most likely the major temple dedicated to her. They also created many friezes and mosaics for her. Some of these ended up at the convent.” She advanced to the next slide. The drummers raised the tempo a bit, their drumming becoming louder and more insistent.
“This frieze, the largest was the first we discovered. It is obviously a tableau meant to depict a Lilithian ceremony. One is immediately struck by the intricacy of the work and the artistic perversion of the acts depicted.” She advanced through a number of slides while the drummers kicked the tempo up another notch. The dancers were moving with more energy now in time with the rhythm. One picked up a flogger and began to whirl like a dervish, striking two of her partners on the back, buttocks and thighs. Jane looked around, a number of the other women were swaying in their seats. Jane’s own feet were tapping to the rhythm. Professor Greene had taken off her hounds tooth blazer and had undone half the buttons on her blouse, the hint of a black corset showed itself in the dimmed lights.
“One is struck by the clear hierarchy portrayed in all of the friezes.” She continued. “Some women in the scenes are clearly dominant over the other women. And throughout all of it there is Lilith, sitting on Her throne.”
A couple of dancers came and began pulling some of the girls out of the front row. None of them resisted very much. As it should be. Jane thought and then immediately caught herself. Where had that come from? Professor Greene continued.
“The most remarkable object, however, is clearly the statue of Lilith…” She advanced the slide to reveal a woman of obsidian with ruby eyes.
Jane stared hard at the statue, the eyes were what caught her. They glowed as if there was a flame burning inside of each stone. The statues’ hips were full and rounded, the breasts large and luscious.
“lovely, lovely, Lilith. In looking at this statue, one is struck by one word. Love. Whoever carved this loved Lilith. Looking at it, you can hardly help but love Lilith.”
Jane nodded along with others in the classroom. A great deal of artistry had gone into it. The rhythm was loud now, driving and irresistible. It reminded Jane of concerts she had gone to where you couldn’t help but dance. The girls from the front row, all of them now, were gyrating around the drummers. Jane looked around the room again, a couple of graduate students were standing by the doors, some part of her not caught up in the rhythm and the dancing and Professor Greene’s’ compelling voice noted that the women were dressed in corsets and thigh high boots with canes. She noted it but the thought fell away as the slide changed.
Greene continued. “The cult of Lilith freed women in a patriarchal culture from the strictures against women’s sensuality, women’s sexuality, women having and enjoying sex.” Jane noticed that the dancers were stripping one another. The drummers were now bare-chested, hair flying as they were caught up in the frenzy. “Women have, in all cultures, been told that their sexuality was dirty, to be reviled and also to be possessed but only by men. Lilith promises to change all that. To set women free. To set you free. This is what happened to the women of the convent. Lilith came amongst them, whispered to them in their dreams and set them free. Free to love Her. Free to love each other. The nuns began to go amongst the townspeople and set the women free. This is why the men of the town burned the convent and slaughtered the nuns.”
There was a fire in Greene’s eyes now. The dancers, nude and writhing howled with anguish as Greene related the story. Jane felt tears welling in her eyes, although she couldn’t understand why. But it was wonderful that Professor Greene; brilliant, perfect, Chelsea, had discovered the truth and brought it back to the school. Wasn’t it? Yes, the truth was wonderful.
“I was the first to come to understand the Truth. That Lilith is the True Goddess and worthy of Love and worship. Only She is worthy of worship. Only she is truly worthy of women’s Love. Lilith is Love. Loving Lilith is Life.”
A part of Jane grew cold, she fingered the cross that was always around her neck. Something about this didn’t feel right. Jesus was her Lord, wasn’t he? Yes. Yes, she had to go. This was wrong! The drumming increased in tempo and intensity again.
“The others came to see things quickly, though. Showing the awesome power of our Goddess. Not just mine. Lilith is your Goddess. You will love Lilith as all women will.”
Jane looked around the room. Next to her, the dark-haired Eastern European immigrant, Irina, had spread her legs open as she fondled her breasts, one hand thrust inside her pants. On her other side, Kate, a red-haired, tattooed firebrand, was rubbing her legs together. She stood and began to sway to the rhythm of the drum. Letting out a guttural howl, Kate began dancing down toward the center of the room to join in the ecstatic group of dancers with Chelsea at its heart. The drumming was becoming frenetic but Chelsea’s voice seemed to be able to carry over all of it.
“The heat you feel between your thighs simply shows Lilith’s love for you. Let go of your hesitation. Let go of your fear. Give yourself to what your body and soul knows it needs. The touch of women. The Love of Lilith, our Dark Mother, our Perfect Goddess.”
Irina, sitting in her chair was murmuring Lilith’s name over and over again. Jane stared toward the back of the room, lost her balance and wound up catching herself on the chair of Paula, the other middle-aged woman in the class who was a returning student like her. The two women’s eyes met one another and Jane could see the mixture of terror, awe and lust in her counterpart’s eyes. Paula’s eyes went to the notebook in front of her and Jane’s eyes followed. Paula wanted her to see this for some reason. On the page was one word, written in Paula’s neat script over and over again. Lilith. Lilith. Lilith. The page was filled with it and Paula’s hand kept moving. Jane looked down at the other woman and following the compulsion that was pounding in her head, kissed Paula deeply. The other woman reached up and grabbed Jane’s head and held it so that the kiss lingered. Jane could feel Her body respond, could feel paula’s body responding to Her. Something in the back of Jane screamed at her to break the kiss. She was a married woman! She had a husband she loved, didn’t she? Daughters? Daughters who had such luscious bodies. Daughters who should be here in this class. Learning about the Truth of Lilith.
The deep primate female instinct to protect her young kicked in full force, and she broke away from paula. “Paula! Snap out of it. We’ve got to get out of here. We need to go now !”
Paula was staring at the center of the room, her lips moving in a whispered mantra. Jane leaned in close to hear what the entranced woman was saying.
“Lilith is Love. Lilith is Life. All women will Love Lilith as I do.” Jane began to panic. Paula was slipping. If she went, how much longer would she herself have? She reached out and slapped Paula across the face.
“We’re leaving, Paula. Now.” She grabbed the other woman’s hand and started toward the door.
“Yes. Leaving. Now.” Paula murmured. Jane was right. They had to get out of here! Go someplace. Back home. Back to the girls.
All of the younger women were kissing and fondling one another and were in various stages of undress. Jane stared down into the center of the classroom and saw Professor Greene smile up at her. The professor’s eyes flashed a red glow and Jane found herself bemused by her actions. Class had been going on and now she was standing. Why was she standing? Yes! She remembered. She had to…what?…talk to Professor Greene. Get her to do something. Something important. Stop. Yes, stop something. She had to stop something. She paused on the stairs as two younger women, Cris and Yolanda, danced up to her and began grinding themselves against her. She reached out and pulled both girls to her. Paula dropped Jane’s hand and joined in the pile. One was whispering something in her ear, something about Professor Greene. Yes, that she should be looking at her. A cloud of women danced and gyrated around her. The drumbeat droned in her brain and she found herself dancing on the stairs. Yolanda had reached up and was kissing her neck and she felt a tug as the younger woman pulled the cross from around her neck. The feeling of fear welled up in her again but subsided again as she looked at Professor Greene. She was so beautiful and radiant and… perfect . Yes, that was it. She was feminine perfection itself standing in a group of women who were worshiping her. A warm breeze blew across her breasts and she looked down. Cris had buried her face in Jane’s bosom and was suckling, biting and nuzzling the older woman’s breasts. Cris was about the age of Tina, her youngest daughter.
“It feels so good!” Yolanda whispered huskily in her ear. “I love Lilith. I’ve never loved anyone or anything like Lilith.” The younger woman licked Jane’s ear while Cris moaned as she kissed down Jane’s belly. “Sit down, Miss Jane. Let us pleasure you. You are Worthy. So Worthy.” Yolanda kissed Jane’s neck. She looked down at Cris who was looking up at her with a fanatic lust in her eyes. Paula pressed her ample and now bare breasts into Jane’s back. “Yes, Mistress Jane. You are so Worthy. Worthy like Professor Greene. Lilith has told us. Told us that You are Worthy of worship. Of Love. Let us Love you. Please, Miss Jane. Lilith commands it. We love Lilith. You love Lilith. All women should love and obey Lilith.”
The words penetrated Jane’s brain and she felt herself falling. She was stronger than them, wasn’t she? She’d held out longer than them. They had turned into eager little sluts before her eyes. She looked around, there were other women being surrounded by other eager little sluts. All of them like her, holdouts. She could see them struggling. She wanted to push the women away but they felt soooo good. Their words felt so incredibly right ! She’d always been Strong. Always been Worthy. She grabbed paula-slut and pulled her close and kissed her. “Trying to get me to join your little slut-cult, aren’t you slut?”
“No, Mistress Jane. You are a Worthy. The three of us sluts belong to You because You are Worthy.”
The red-haired slut-cris whispered in Jane’s ear. “Mistress, High Priestess Chelsea wants you. You must obey. All must obey those Above them.”
Jane nodded. This was true. It was important for Order to be maintained and the only way this could happen was if everyone was obedient to those who were more powerful. Jane began to walk down the stairs. Again thoughts of her daughters flashed through her head. The two younger sluts, cris and tina would be perfect to convert them. For a second time, some primal instinct took hold of her brain.
Jane pulled away from the three lust-crazed women and started toward the door. One of the grad students crossed her arms and challenged her, the guard’s voice cold and nearly inhuman. “Where do you think you’re going. There’s no escape.” She crossed her arms in front of her to emphasize the point, holding her cane in front of her body. “Accept it. You are a Worthy. Lilith sees it. They see it. You will see it.” Jane turned to see the two younger women crawling to her on their hands and knees. They were so lovely and eager to please. Please her! All her life, she had been the good girl. Plump and pretty, she had contented herself with the knowledge that while she didn’t have the glorious life she had once dreamed of, she had a good husband and three wonderful daughters. She had married at 18 and now, barely 45, she had three grown children all of whom still lived in town. She thought of her daughters as the two younger women reached her and began kissing her feet and ankles, proclaiming their love for Lilith and their loyalty to Her, Mistress Jane. The guard looked at her and handed her a flogger that was hanging behind her on the door. “Take it, it’s yours.”
Paula was suddenly there, pulling at Jane’s blouse, whispering in her ear. “You can use it to discipline us, Mistress. So that we will be more attendant to You.” Jane felt the hot breath of cris and tina on her legs, they were lifting up her skirt, pulling it off of her. A flash of electric pleasure shot through her as cris started to suck at her clitoris from outside of her panties. Paula leaned over and cupped one of Jane’s breasts in her hand and began to suckle. Jane felt a strange weight in Her hand. It was the flogger. Her flogger.
Jane’s mouth attempted to form words of rejection but couldn’t quite manage it. She held the thing in her hand, feeling the weight as the two sluts began to work their way up her legs. And they were sluts weren’t they? Her sluts. Yes, they had given themselves to her with abandon and she could do with them whatever she pleased. That’s why they were calling her Mistress wasn’t it. She looked into the center of the room where naked women writhed and undulated in a mass of flesh in front of Professor Greene.
Words of Truth began to form on her lips as the pleasure became too intense, too omnipresent to ignore. She felt pleasure in places she never knew existed to be pleased in. She began to chant the name of her Goddess, “Lilith, Lilith, Lilith.” With paula sucking at her breasts, cris worshiping her clitoris and tina kissing her legs, the woman who had started the day as Jane dissolved and was replaced by a Mistress, a Worthy in Lilith’s cult. As she came over and over again, she thought of her daughters but now, any feelings of maternal protection were gone. Some part of her intellectually still loved them but that was insignificant compared to the all encompassing, and pleasure-giving love for Lilith. She pushed slut-paula away from her breasts and lifted the flogger as the tremors from her last orgasm caused her to lean up against the wall. “All three of you will now taste my whip.”
“Yes Mistress.” Replied the three women. Lilith smiled through Chelsea’s face. Her cult had been reborn.
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“Not yet, slut. We have to wait until Ashley and her sisters have come to understand the Truth of Lilith.” Her voice was cold and harsh. She would have never spoken in such a manner hours before but that was a lifetime ago. Already her old life was receding into insignificance. Her old life was a lie, a dream, an illusion that had no relation to her real life. She was Mistress Jane now. The seductive evil of Lilith was warping her perceptions and memories so that she only remembered being the cold and detached woman that now walked up to her home. Something would have to be done with her husband, Ed but that was a problem for later. There would be time enough for that when he came home from the road. For now, it was time for her daughters to come to an understanding of Truth and Love.
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Tanya Vimes sat behind the reception desk, reading a magazine as the first customer of the day walked in. She looked up from her People and did a double-take. Instead of Mrs. Cohagen or Mrs. Tracks or one of the other women, it was the owner of the sex-toy shop, Rose. She never came here! The town scandal here! Well, well. The day might not be quite so boring after all!
“Hello Ms Townes,” Tanya began as the woman confidently strode through the door as if she was welcome. “What brings you here today?”
Tanya saw a flash of red and felt something that she couldn’t quite determine what it was or where it came from.
“Hello Tanya. I’m here for a full-day treatment.”
“Do you have an appointment?” Tanya challenged. There was still a chance to get her out of here.
“No. And I don’t need one, do I? You have a space for me.” Rose made her voice strong. Her eyes glowed red and she stared directly into the green-eyes of the receptionist.
“No.” Tanya heard herself saying. “You don’t need an appointment.” She blinked and tried to tear herself away from the womans’ eyes. “There’s a space for you here.” She looked down at the appointment book and erased one of the regular’s names to make space for Ms Townes.
“That’s better. Now, is Serena here?”
“Yes, Ms Townes. She’s here.” Those eyes . They were captivating. Her gaze traveled up and down the Rose’s full figure.
“Call her and tell her I’m here and that I would like her personal attention, Tanya. It’s very important that you do this.”
“Yes. Important.” Tanya picked up the phone and dialed up to her boss’ office. “Serena? Ms Townes is here and wishes your personal attention for her spa-treatment.” Rose heard a loud query and Tanya replied, “Yes, Miss Rose Townes is here and wishes your personal attention.” She paused and then added, “It’s important.” She was rewarded for her compliance with a shot of pleasure that warmed her whole body. Her pale face flushed as she realized she had nearly moaned the last words.
“That’s very good, pet. Very, very good. Now, you will call the other appointments and tell them that the spa needs to be closed for a couple of hours. This will give you great pleasure to do this. When you have done that, you can come and join Serena and I and in the sauna.”
“Yes, the spa needs to be closed for a couple of hours.” Tanya didn’t question Rose. There was no need to question Her. Rose was so powerful and powerful women like Her weren’t used to having their requests second-guessed.
Serena came charging down the stairs her face livid. “Just what do you think is going on here, Rose?” She stopped short as she looked at the rapt expression on Tanya’s face as she spoke into the phone. “I’m sorry, Ms Cowben, but I have to cancel your appointment. The spa has to close for a couple of hours. I’m terribly sorry for the inconvenience. We’ll call you when we’re ready for you.”
“Tanya!” Serena started. “Just what in the hell do you think you’re doing?!” She yelled.
“She’s doing what I told her to do, Serena. Which is what you are going to do.” Rose smiled that iceberg smile and her eyes glowed red again. “Isn’t that right, Tanya? Isn’t Serena going to do exactly what I tell her to do?”
“Yes, Ms Townes. Exactly what you tell her to.”
Serena wanted to run, to scream, to do something that would get her away. Terror crept up her spine like a spider-monkey scampering up a tree. She tried to will her legs to move but they stayed put. She willed her head to turn but her neck muscles wouldn’t respond. All she could do was stare at Rose and those deep, blood-red eyes. “Tanya, go and lock the doors. Serena, come with me to the sauna.”
“Yes Ms Townes.” Both women replied in unison. Tanya stood and took the keys from within the reception desk and flipped the sign to close, turned off the front lights and moved locked the doors. The other staff wasn’t here yet but they would be soon enough. A fleeting image of the other women who worked at the spa joining them in the sauna drifted through her mind and caused another jolt of pleasure to travel through her. It almost made her come.
Rose walked with Serena back to the sauna room, talking to her all the time. “Now, I want you to listen very, very carefully to me, Serena. Nothing matters but what I tell you. Nothing is true except what I tell you. your thoughts are false and unholy. My words are True and Righteous. You do realize that, don’t you pet?”
“Yes, Ms Townes, I do. your words are True while my thoughts are false and unholy.”
“That’s good, Serena. You are now my slut, my servant, my slave and all who work for you will also be my sluts, as will your customers. You understand that this is how it has always been.”
“Yes, Ms Townes. I am your slut. I am your slave. All of my workers will be your sluts. All of my customers are your slaves. It has always been this way.”
“Yes, Serena. Lilith is our Goddess. Our Dark Mother. Our True Mother and we love Her. All women will love Lilith.”
“Yes, Lilith is my Goddess. I love Her. All women will love Lilith as I do.” Serena’s affect was flat as she spoke the words. Some part of her brain still held out. She told herself she would wait and then she and Tanya would get away from this psycho. It would be the end of Rose. There was no way she would First Amendment her way out of this!
Rose began to strip down, revealing that underneath her coat she wore a red bustierre and thigh high stockings underneath knee-high leather boots. She sat down on the bench in the changing room and commanded Serena to wait. Tanya followed in a minute later.
“That’s very good, Tanya. Come to Me.”
“Yes Ms Townes.” The young woman crossed over to stand in front of Rose.
“I think, Serena, I will give you your mind back for a moment but not your body. You can think but your body does not work. You cannot move but you can see. You cannot speak but you can hear.” Rose licked her lips. “Tanya, I want you to kneel down and take My boots off, then my stockings and if you are careful and appropirately reverent I will allow you to take off the rest of My clothes. You will thank Me for this privilege to touch Me.”
Tanya responded with enthusiastic gratitude as she knelt and began to carefully pull at the zipper holding Rose’s left boot on. Serena continued “Serena, you may now have your mind back.”
Inside Serena screamed. Her mouth wouldn’t open, her eyes wouldn’t shut and she couldn’t turn her head. It was just as Rose had said it would be. She would be forced to watch Tanya degrade herself in front of this woman. But how? The why was obvious. She was the town pariah and Serena could now see that the townswomen had been correct to shun this sicko. How to let them know that not only had they been right all along but that they had underestimated the level of this woman’s perversion? And her power. She listened as Tanya continued to express gratitude for being able to be so close to Rose and she wanted to be sickened by the sight but already whatever spell Rose had cast on her was working its way through her. She wasn’t sickened. She wasn’t revolted. Horrified, yes. But turned on at the same time. It was hot watching Tanya serve Rose. How long before she was called upon to do the same thing? When her time came would she be able to resist? Her frozen muscles told her the answer was no.
Tanya finished undressing Rose and the older woman commanded her to strip. Rose came up and pressed her flesh up against Serena. “Look at my little pet, tanya. That is your future. You now belong to me.” She stepped back and faced her captive with those glowing red eyes. “Say good-bye to your old self, serena. That woman no longer exists. You are now slut-serena. your mind is Lilith’s now and forever. It has always been this way. There has always been Lilith and you have always been her loyal worshiper. You have always served Me.”
Rose’s eyes burned into serena’s mind. That was it she couldn’t resist and some part of her was grateful as the last of her will was burned away in the blood-red glow of Rose’s eyes. “Yes Mistress. I love Lilith. All women will love Lilith as I do.” She intoned. As she said the words, her body exploded in pleasure that rose to rapture. Her last thought before the whole of her world collapsed into the singularity of worship of Lilith was of her employees. Her next thought was that they would make such good pets for Mistress Rose. Following Rose, the two slaves entered the sauna both thinking of the women they knew who would soon come to know the perfect Love and Truth of Lilith and Her Worthy, Rose.
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“Nothing Ash. Everything is perfect with us. It’s you that has something wrong with her. But that will change soon.” She smiled and Her eyes glowed blood-red. Ashley’s body froze and she couldn’t tear herself away from her mother’s gaze. She felt cris and yolanda lips and hands on her. A short while later, she understood. She’d been broken and defective. But now she was healed. Lilith had healed her. She would be a gift from her Mother to another Mistress.
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THE END