Feature Writer: Fallen Angel
Feature Title: Testament of Salome
Testament of Salome
The stern woman stared at the couple for several long minutes. “Well?” she demanded. “What do you want of me? Speak up!”
“You’re Salome, the midwife?” the man asked.
“I am,” she replied impatiently.
“I’m Joseph,” the man stammered. “This is my betrothed, Mary. I beg your services, Salome.”
The midwife groused, “Of course you do. Sadly, the Lord didn’t make a prophetess of me. Else, I wouldn’t still be waiting for you to state your purpose.”
Joseph bowed his head, ashamed. “I’d ask that you test my future bride.”
The woman looked at Mary and asked, “How old are you, child?”
“Fifteen summers,” she answered.
Shaking her head, Salome tsked several times.
“Giving yourself to a strange man at your tender age?” she chided. “And when you’re nearly married? Youth do such foolish things!”
“I didn’t give myself to a strange man,” Mary protested. “Or any man.”
“Were you raped?” Pressed the midwife.
“No,” the girl replied. “The Holy Spirit entered me.”
Salome glanced sideways at Joseph, who kept his head downcast.
“I see,” she said slowly, as though this claim was less unusual than it seemed. “Very well, then; leave her with me. Come back in two hours and you’ll know the truth of things.”
Joseph nodded and hurried out of the woman’s hovel.
“Come with me, Mary,” Salome beckoned.
They entered the adjoining room, furnished mainly with a bed and a small altar. The midwife took a vial of rosewater from the altar, which she sprinkled on the bed while reciting some ancient Hebrew incantation.
Then she said, “I’ve consecrated this bed and the ritual we’re to perform on it to God; you must speak the truth or be forsworn in His eyes, for all is by His will.”
“Let it be done unto me according to His word,” Mary replied.
“Good,” Salome nodded.
Turning the young woman to face her, she continued, “My, but you’re a pretty one, Mary. Clearly, you’re the desire of many men. Surely, at least one among them must’ve succeeded in seducing you?”
“No,” insisted Mary. “I tell you, no man has ever been with me.”
The midwife warned her, “Daughter of Israel, do you not know the Laws of Moses? Do you not know that testifying falsely is a grave sin against God?”
“I do,” Mary replied.
“And what is the penalty for uncleanness?” Salome rejoined.
Trembling, Mary answered, “The woman who is found by her husband to be unclean shall be taken to the edge of town and stoned to death.”
“Just so,” the midwife nodded. “And no young girl coming to me claiming she’d been fucked by the Holy Spirit has ever passed The Test. Now, I’ll do what I can for you in your circumstance, but I can do very little about the Law; it’s absolute. So I ask you, before God: have you opened your legs to any man?”
“I have not,” Mary said meekly, wiping away a tear.
“Very well,” Salome sighed, “let us begin The Test.”
She untied the young woman’s sash and began pulling away her robes, but Mary modestly resisted. The midwife slapped her cheek.
“You will be bared,” she commanded.
“Let nothing be hidden from the eyes of God.”
She then took Mary’s garments from her. Stepping quite close, she said, “Keep your hands down at your sides until I tell you otherwise.”
She took Mary’s breasts in her hands and started groping them.
“What fine tits you have, Mary,” the midwife murmured. “Who but I have put hands to these?”
“No one,” Mary whispered, trembling. “Until this moment, I’ve been untouched.”
Salome pressed up against her, so that their noses nearly met.
“Why are you frightened, Mary?” she pressed. “If you speak truth, you have nothing to fear; God will be your witness.”
“I fear that you’ll hurt me,” the young woman replied.
“I won’t hurt you, Mary,” Salome assured her.
“Sin – the sin of uncleanness – will hurt you. I’m only God’s instrument, His winnowing fork. If you’re without sin, you need not fear pain.”
The midwife’s hands slid around Mary’s waist to squeeze her bottom in a firm grasp.
“Have you never felt the fires of lust in your heart? Have you never felt the hands of a man do upon your body as I’m doing?”
Shaking her head, Mary softly swore, “I haven’t.”
“Then trust in God,” Salome concluded, “and your ordeal will pass as nothing.”
She guided Mary onto the bed and instructed, “Get on your knees and elbows, legs apart and ass in the air.”
Mary did as she was bidden. Salome wrapped her arm about Mary’s waist; the opposite hand gently caressed her upturned buttock.
“You will swear your oaths to the God of Abraham,” she directed. Then she asked, “Are you a slut, Mary?”
“I swear by the God of Abraham, I’m not,” Mary said.
The midwife spanked Mary with a sharp, stinging slap, making her start with a whimper.
“Are you a whore, Mary?” Salome continued.
“I swear by the God of Abraham, I’m not.”
Slap!
“Are you an adulteress, Mary?”
“I swear by the God of Abraham, I’m not.”
Slap!
“Have you known any man’s cock, Mary?”
“I swear by the God of Abraham, I’ve not.”
Slap!
“Have you given your cunt to a man, Mary?”
“I swear by the God of Abraham, I’ve not.”
Slap!
“Have you let any man fuck you, Mary?”
“I swear by the God of Abraham, I’ve not!”
Slap!
Salome moved her restraining hand between Mary’s legs and began rubbing the girl’s pussy. “Why are you so wet, Mary?” she demanded.
“I don’t know,” moaned Mary, trembling. Tears slid down her face.
The midwife hummed a little laugh. “I know why,” she said. “This happens with every test. You enjoy your punishment, which is a vile affection. Your cunt betrays your true nature; she always does.”
Still stroking the girl’s pussy, she moved her punishing hand to Mary’s other cheek.
“Are you a slut, Mary?” she asked.
“I swear by the God of Abraham, I’m not!”
Slap!
“Are you a whore, Mary?”
“I swear by the God of Abraham, I’m not!”
Slap!
When Salome had finished the ritual, the cheeks of Mary’s upturned ass burned bright pink, and her thighs were damp to the knees. She was weeping softly.
The midwife ordered, “Now get on your back and spread your legs, Mary.”
After she’d done this, Salome sat down on the bed beside her.
“Dry your eyes, child,” she said, handing her a cloth.
While Mary did so, the woman went on to explain, “Twelve times, you’ve professed your innocence to God – this is for the Twelve
Tribes of Israel. Now I’ll examine you to learn if you’ve spoken the truth.”
In a shuddering voice, Mary whispered, “Let it be done unto me.”
Salome once again grasped Mary’s tits and started massaging them firmly. “What is God’s judgment on man who lies with man?” she asked.
Mary replied, “It’s an abomination, and they both must be stoned to death.”
“Correct,” the midwife nodded. “You’re well-schooled in the Law, daughter of Israel. That makes your sins all the worse, and your wickedness even greater in the eyes of God – for you do your fornications, knowing well that they offend Him.” She admired Mary’s soft flesh squishing in her fingers before continuing, “What is God’s judgment on woman who lies with woman?”
Mary pondered awhile before answering, “I don’t know.”
“Because God’s made no such judgment,” Salome told her. “The living God declares all sins of the flesh, that we must not fuck this or that person, or in this or that manner. Yet He doesn’t say that woman shall not lie with woman. What must we learn of this, Mary?”
“That God counts it no sin against Him,” she moaned.
“Yes, but more than this,” replied the midwife. “God teaches us His will, both in what He says and in what He does not say. And she who does the will of the Lord is His delight. Did it not please God to create Eve so that Adam might fuck her?”
“Yes,” Mary whispered, encouraging Salome’s groping hands with her own.
“Then how much greater must the fucking of two women please Him?” reasoned the midwife. “Truly, there can be no higher praise to God than this.”
Mary sighed, “Yes, it must be so.”
Salome smiled at her understanding. She leaned to peer into the girl’s eyes and asked, “Do you want to please God, Mary? Will you freely submit to His will?”
Her breaths coming short and quick, Mary answered, “Behold, the handmaid of the Lord! Let it be done unto me according to His will.”
Salome pressed her lips on Mary’s, and their tongues hungrily frolicked in each other’s mouths. When their fierce kiss at last parted, both women were breathing heavily.
Catching her breath, the midwife told her, “If I discover you unchaste, this is what you must do: write a bill of divorce and put it in the hand of your betrothed, with two witnesses present. Do this and you’ll be spared a stoning, for only I’ll know the truth. Then come to me; I’ll anoint you my acolyte, and train you in midwifery. You and I may never marry of course, but we’ll live as though we are, and our fucking will be a blessed joy to God. And between us, your child shall be born and raised as ours.”
“If you find me unchaste, let it be as you say,” Mary agreed.
“I must first test your motherhood,” Salome declared.
She pressed her mouth onto Mary’s nipple and sucked as a babe might. Milk flowed into her mouth, which she drank. Then she went to the other nipple, and did the same.
“Indeed, you’re with child,” she announced. “But your milk isn’t like that of a mother’s. It’s sweeter, and heady like wine.”
Puzzled, she resumed sucking the girl’s tit. When she’d gleaned a mouthful, she kissed Mary’s mouth and filled it with milk.
“Do you see, Mary?” she said. “Your tits swell with a nourishment unlike any I’ve tasted.”
Mary swallowed. “To nurse the Son of God,” she said.
Salome rose up then onto her knees.
“Now will I test your virginity,” she said.
She started rubbing Mary’s pussy with her fingertips; then she pushed a finger inside her. Mary gave a little whimper of delighted surprise. The midwife looked deeply confused, as though discovering something unexpected.
Finally, she decided, “Your cunt hasn’t known a man. How can this be?”
With sudden fury, she caught Mary by the throat.
“What is this?! Witchcraft?”
With frightened eyes, Mary replied, “No!”
“You’ve found a sorcerer to mend you?” Salome accused. “Or you’ve dealt with the Evil One?”
“No!” Repeated Mary. “I swear by the God of Abraham, I’ve not!”
Salome held Mary’s throat firmly to the bed. Then she slipped a second digit inside her and began rigorously fucking the girl with her fingers.
Mary gasped and moaned, writhing as her pussy sprinkled moisture.
The midwife paused after a time, carefully feeling inside the girl.
“I’ve prodded you as would a man,” she said. “Yet I find you still intact.”
Doubtful, she let go of Mary’s throat and withdrew her fingers.
“There’s some mystery here, but I’ll not rule it the work of God until I know. There’s one test left; if you pass it, then I’ll be certain.”
Maneuvering herself between Mary’s legs, she continued, “A pristine cunt has a unique taste that all midwives recognize. If yours has that taste, then I’ll know that no man has ever been inside you.”
Leaning down, she closed her mouth on Mary’s pussy and thrust her tongue into it.
Suddenly, a miraculous thing occurred. Salome moaned aloud, and it wasn’t enough to merely taste Mary. As though a spirit possessed her tongue, she devoured the girl’s cunt, gnawing at her lips and clitoris like a hungry, feral beast. She pushed her fingers back inside Mary and thrust them in and out with frenzy. Her eyes wide with confusion and amazement, she could only stare helplessly at the girl she pleasured, uncomprehending of the feverish desire driving her. She felt compelled to make Mary cum.
Moaning loud and ever louder, Mary raised her ass from the bed, twisting and contorting from all that the woman’s mouth was doing to her. And at last, she shivered with great convulsions and climaxed with a terrific shriek to the Lord, and sprayed cum on the face of Salome.
With a deep, contented sigh, Mary sank back to the bed.
Salome remained kneeling before her, face turned heavenward and hands raised in supplication.
“Blessed are you among women, and blessed am I by your flowing stream!” she cried. “God above, why should this be, that the mother of my Lord should cum upon me, least worthy of your maidservants?”
Tearfully, she sought Mary’s feet and kissed them, and licked them, and pressed them against her face, and sucked upon her toes.
“Mother of my Lord,” she prayed, “forgive me that I doubted you. But God has opened my eyes, and shown me His splendor. Through your blessed cunt has He anointed me, cleansed me of my iniquities and strengthened my faith. He who is mighty has done unto me a mighty thing!”
She rent her garments and cast them aside. Then trembling with ecstasy, she pressed one of Mary’s feet into her pussy, and licked the other over and over in fervent worship. Mary ground her foot against the midwife’s cunt.
“As the Lord chose Samuel to anoint David,” she said, “so has He baptized you, that you might baptize me. See how He’s made you wet.”
Kissing and licking the girl’s toes, Salome sighed, “Who am I, Mother of the Promised One, to press my unworthy cunt on your sacred mouth? I, whose rightful place is beneath your feet?”
Mary replied, “You believe because you’ve tasted my cum. Blessed are they who’ve not tasted, yet still believe. It’s the will of God that I do unto you what you’ve done unto me. Obey the Lord in this.”
The midwife moved to straddle Mary’s face.
Looking down, she said, “It’s you who need to sit on my face. And yet I sit on yours?”
“Let it be so,” Mary smiled, pushing her finger into the woman’s pussy. “Together we must fulfill all righteousness, and do good in the eyes of God.”
Salome settled her cunt onto Mary’s eager lips.
Mary hungrily ate the midwife’s pussy, gnawing her clitoris and lapping her juices, all the while fucking her with a relentless finger. Cum seeped down her hand and arm, and smeared her busy mouth.
Salome writhed, churning her hips and grinding her cunt on Mary’s face. Pinching her own nipples in ecstasy, she turned her face heavenward and moaned,
“Who is like unto you, O Lord? The mouth of the righteous serves you, and the tongue of the blessed will not be stilled. Let the work of our hands please you, O Lord, and let your servant be anointed in your spirit. Let my joyous cries delight you, my God!”
After long moments savoring Mary’s tongue and finger, she suddenly shrieked with a violent orgasm, bathing the girl’s pretty face in a sheen of cum. Quivering, she lifted herself off and lay down beside Mary with a sigh of deep content. Mary turned her head and graced Salome’s mouth with her tongue. They were still naked and kissing when a knock came to the door.
“That would be Joseph,” the midwife sighed. “He’ll be pleased to learn that I’ve found no iniquities in his betrothed – almost as pleased as me.”
“Time for me to leave you, sweet Salome,” Mary wistfully murmured. “Before I do, tell me how often you perform The Test?”
The midwife answered, “Young girls being prone to wickedness as they are, about two or three times every month.”
“Good,” nodded Mary. “When next you do it, send for me; I’d like to help you. For if two women fucking are the delight of God, how much greater must three be to Him?”
THE END