Victoria was stretched across a long table, her bare chest pressed against the dark wood. She was bent over at the waist, her own legs lashed to the thick legs of the table and her arms stretched forward and tied at the wrist.
Every few moments she would feel a touch across her back and shoulders, a hand cupping her buttocks, or a thumb trailing across the side of her breast as the patrons of Eros milled about her Master's home. Each time it filled her body with a warm tingling sensation. It was her honor to serve her Master's home as a priestess of Eros- her body and the bodies of her fellow servants were a small temple to their god, and each time a guest caressed her she shuddered in sacred delight.
Victoria wasn't the only living decoration on display in the Ardor Room, other men and women who pledged their life to serve the god Eros adorned the tables and walls of the finely furnished room. All of them open for a patron to admire or use for prayer to the god Eros. A priestess to the left of Victoria sat in a simple chair, her legs spread apart and tied at the ankles and her arms tied down behind her so that her chest and breasts were forced up. The priestess, whose name was Selam, had come from Ethiopia and had rich dark colored skin. From her position, Victoria could see patrons palming her ample breasts in each hand or dipping their head to suck on her erect nipples. Victoria's own breasts ached in response, hungry to be touched and sucked also.
I'm glad not to be blindfolded. She thought to herself
I want to watch them explore her entire body.
A distinguished gray haired patron had just stopped in front of Selam- and Victoria recognized him. He was a general and business partner of their Master. She had been asked to serve him before so that he might use her body to worship Eros and ask for protection before a long journey north.
He worshiped the god with his tongue by placing her on a long slab in their garden and licking her folds and clit. He kept her there, kissing between her legs and licking up and down her slit until her orgasm wracked through her and her moans scared the birds away from the trees. Now, tied to a table watching him approach Selam, she felt herself grow wet with the memory.
Selam was too low for him to worship with his tongue, so instead he gently placed his middle finger on Selam's mouth and said,
"Suck."
She obeyed, and after she sucked on his finger for a few moments he removed it and ran it along her splayed slit. Victoria couldn't see the opening of Selam's soft folds from her position, but she could see her face as he began to finger her. Her head tipped back and she closed her eyes as he increased his pace, her muscles straining against the cords the held her to the chair-
"Good girl-" the man said "let Eros hear your praise. Let him fill your body and do his work."
He used his other hand to grab her breast and pinch her nipple while he worked. A deep groan was coming from Selam and Victoria could now hear the sound of her wetness as he worked her. Then she heard a low laugh from just behind her and felt touch on her exposed buttocks. The hands parted her ass cheeks and held them open for inspection before a knuckle was dragged along her wet slit.
"You like watching your fellow priestesses rejoice?" The voice asked.
"You're already worshiping Eros and no one has even touched you- what a good little priestess you are..."
A long finger was pushed inside of her wet pussy and Victoria gasped.
"Praise Eros-" she said, and then "how shall I worship the god for you, sir?" As he started to work his finger in and out.
"My wife is due to give birth soon, and I want the god to give her a quick delivery and a healthy baby."
"May Eros and all the gods protect your- oof."
She was cut off as he had slowly withdrawn his finger and then added another one- pushing against the walls of her pussy as he waited for her to open up. Once he slid both fingers in he continued to push them in and out, picking up speed.
"Your pussy is doing all the work, priestess- look how wet this makes you. The gods can hear the sounds of your sweet body when I fuck you like this-"
Victoria groaned as he continued, trying to push her hips back into his hand to deepen the reach of his fingers.
"Sestersus!" He called back to someone else "look at this one- she's hungry to worship and take our offerings."
Victoria felt the heat of someone else joining them, and then two hands were smacking and pulling back her ass cheeks. His hands were firm and strong, practiced and confident, not that of a nervous youth.
"You're right Publius, she's soaking your hand and the table. I think this tight little ass would be perfect for my requests-"
The man named Publius slowed his rhythm inside of her, but kept movement in his hand while Sestersus worked. Victoria felt a vile of warm holy oil being poured over her buttocks, and then a thick hand gently working it into her skin and then down into the crack. Her breath caught as a finger ran across her asshole. It worked the oil into the space between her slit and her ass, and then returned to her hole and rubbed over it gently and repeatedly.
"Oh- oh- ohh-" Victoria moaned and pressed herself deeper into the hard wood of the table, "I might be ready for the first request."
She felt her pussy tense around Publius's fingers as she got ready to have her first orgasm for the evening- it built inside of her like a low hum and then all at once it was fighting to escape. Publius had worshiped at her Master's temple before, so he knew how to time his request with the revelation of the priestess. He picked up his pace again, fingering her quicker while Sestersus kept massaging oil into her asshole.
"Pray for my wife and her delivery-" he said as her body started to strain against the ropes and her groans got louder and louder.
"May she deliver safely-" she said as the first wave started to wrack her body "ohhh- lord Eros may the baby be healthy-"
Finally the wave took her as he slammed his fingers into her sucking wetness.
