A special thank you to LoveofStory for taking up the editing mantle on this installment.
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Julia spanked Dean McCullugh as she drove her metal cock into the woman. The Dean was a helpless toy for Julia's use, tied face up towards the stone altar with the leather bindings from her office. She could only stare in two directions, the mural of an orgy on the ceiling, or Julia hammering away mercilessly at her pussy.
She screamed in pleasure as Julia wracked her with long forceful strokes. Jacob stood in the corner in his traditional robe attentively watching the scene unfold. He knew he must document this training. Dean McCullugh needed to learn how to handle the Carnal Queen's lust, and Julia needed to learn how to channel it.
Julia's black eyes stared down at Dean McCullugh. Her pale, lithe body writhing in pleasure from Julia's thrusts. Tattoos covering each of their bodies glowed softly, Jacob could clearly see their movements. His cock poked through the front of his robe, dripping precum which glistened, he knew he was commanded to observe and nothing else. His member ached, but he would not disobey the Carnal Queen for fear of what she would do. He just obeyed and watched as she had her way with the Dean of their department.
Dean McCullugh began to buck her hips wildly, as Julia gently tugged at the sparkling silver chain that connected to each of her toy's nipples. Dean McCullugh's pussy clamped down around the rod, her labia rippling, as an orgasm began to rip through her body. Her body began to squirt. Julia held the dildo deeply in Dean McCullugh. Her juices leaked through every escape route and began to spray around Julia.
The liquid spread across the table, covering Dean McCullugh in her own juices, adding to Julia's additions from earlier.
Once Dean McCullugh had her release, Julia pulled out, removing the harness. Completely naked, she walked over to Jacob, her breasts swaying, she began to jerk him off while holding his gaze. There was no passion or emotion to her strokes, it was another passionless chore. Having been on edge for so long. It only took a handful of strokes before he began to shoot thick white ropes of gooey cum all over her smooth, defined stomach.
She walked back over to Dean McCullugh, scraping Jacob's cum from her stomach. She raised her palms, licked a glob that ran down her fingers, then fed the remainder to the bound woman. While Dean McCullugh cleaned Jacob's seed from her hand, Julia broke silence, "That's a good Matriarch, but remember who your queen is. Now, we must spread our reach and find our surrogates." She pulled her clean fingers out and looked down at Dean McCullugh before motioning for Jacob to untie the woman.
He quickly obliged, making short work of the restraints. Dean McCullugh sat up and looked at Julia, who ran her fingers over a row of books. The soft light of the candles bathed her pale body in a warm flickering light, blending the lines of her tattoos into the curves of her body.
She pulled a slim dark brown book from the bookcase, and brought it over to Dean McCullugh, who pulled her hair back into a ponytail and donned her robes. "Just like you focus your energy on a slow, subtle approach for me, we will do that again. Own the leader and we own the masses."
Dean McCullugh gave Julia a devilish grin, and took the book from her. "The academic banquet. That can be our..sorry...your..'welcoming party.' I will ensure you are our departmental scholar."
Julia gave her an approving smile, and looked at the Dean, "You must have read my mind."
Dean McCullugh walked to an opposite side of the room, and pulled several books from the shelf. She carried the armload of books to the altar, and set them down. "Jacob, be useful, and help Julia with these." She then looked at Julia who had walked over to see Dean McCullugh's haul. "We must be prepared for this. It's not our only shot, but it is our best shot."
"Do you think the teachings will resonate with anyone on first mention?" Julia asked as thumbs through the books.
"I think you'd be surprised as to who the teachings speak to. Just one more thing for your power to understand," Dean McCullugh handed half of the stack to Jacob.
Julia picked up the other half and walked with Jacob out of the ritual hall, back into the library where she had stored her belongings. "Don't forget about me when you're ruling over our New Age," Jacob joked as put his normal clothes on.
"Don't worry, I'll keep you as a pet on a leash," Julia replied, only half-jokingly.
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Julia entered the library and sat at her usual table. Unlimited access had been a godsend for her. Creating precious quiet time, not afforded to almost every other student. Even though she was fifteen minutes early, she was late. Dean McCullugh was already sitting there with a set of markers and an oversized memo pad. The Dean looked at ease, and at peace for once. Julia had never seen this side of her, "Good morning Dean McCullugh. How are you?" She set her Golden Roast cup on the table, along with her messenger bag.
Dean McCullugh looked up from the page she scribbled on, and smiled at her pupil, "Please, my Queen, call me Francine."
Julia returned her smile with a more sinister one, "Of course, my plaything."
Francine shivered when Julia called her that, thinking of the private offerings she gave Julia. Her pussy immediately quivered, and began to yearn for attention, but she knew they had bigger plans at work. Julia needed to understand what exactly it meant to be the Carnal Queen and how to channel the power to dominate anyone she wanted. Her desires would have to be put on hold for the time being.
She looked at Julia, who had set up her laptop, and pulled out several books. It was a combination of books from the Peregrinus Flammae's private library, and publicly available ones. Julia began to flip through them, Francine stopped her, gently placing her hand on her wrist. "I think today we should focus on who you are, not what you are."
Julia looked at her, confused, "I'm Julia Flaykol. I'm working towards my PhD with a focus on Puritanism and its impact on the emergence of cults."
Francine gathered herself, and embraced the Dean McCullugh persona. Maybe Julia needed more guidance from an educator, than an advisor. "No. We all know WHO you are. You'll never realize your potential with such surface level thinking."
Julia rolled her eyes at Dean McCullugh. She came here to learn more about her power, not to have philosophical discussions on who she is. She was an academic, her goal was to learn and study, that was it. Well, that was it,until she enrolled at Everspring University and became the leader of a sex cult.
Maybe there was more to her than she realized. Why did they choose her to lead their movement? Who was the "unknown Matriarch" the books kept referencing? The Dean's persistent and often frustrating barrage of questions began to wear Julia down. She slowly started to think before each answer, giving a measured response exploring the root of her ambitions.
"Think about those close to you and what you mean to them. Even if they don't admit it, your words carry more weight in their mind than you think," Dean McCullugh explained. "You aren't an academic to them. Of course they see you as studious, but they see the caring side of you, the angry side, and the joyous side as well. That is where your power lies. Those around you want to be used. They may not realize it yet, but soon they will see."
Julia nodded, Dean McCullugh's lecture finally settling in, she then giggled.
Dean McCullugh tilted her head, "What's so funny?"
Julia composed herself, "I remembered when I could hear Matt, and one of his girlfriends. Our parents had just got home from a date night, and I had to play distraction. I made up something about a play I was trying out for, and completely made up a monologue."
They continued to philosophically spar for the next several hours, never touching the books Julia laid out on the table. Instead used the entire memo pad Dean McCullugh brought, as well as several pages from Julia's notebook.