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Chapter Thirteen - Ceremony
I slid off the bed and each of my hands were taken by a beautiful Celtic woman. They led me from the room and into another. A bedroom they had occupied since arriving here. They had taken it and turned it into their own, a room meant for this ceremony. There was a bed against the wall, covered with white silk sheets and a bed veil made of a semi-transparent cloth. The bed was huge, special made and almost twice the size of a California King.
On the other side of the room, there was a large antique porcelain lions foot tub. It was large enough that I could fit in it with three of the maidens. There was a dressing table or a vanity and a closet full of robes and dresses, I assumed for the Maidens. The other closet was full of Men's clothing. I guessed mine.
I was led to a spot between the bed and the tub. Each of the Maidens took a spot around me except one. The four represented the four corners, north, south, east and west. The fifth was meant to be the axis. Mother Earth. Four corners or five elements, either way you put it, that's what they were meant to represent.
"Do you have names?" I asked as they stood around me. The fifth one drawing the bath.
"No Master. There are no names for us." The fifth one said as she turned to me.
"What do I call you?" I asked. "How do I refer to you, if I wanted just one of you instead of all of you?"
"You simply have but to think of us. We all have special and different abilities that enable us to serve you." She said.
"Which are?" I asked, curiosity made me speak.
"We cannot say. We don't really know. When you speak for whatever your desire is one of us will respond." She replied as she came to me and removed all my jewelry. She looked me over, inspecting me. "The ritual dictates that you are to be void of all unnecessary body hair." She said as she looked at me. I looked down at my body, I wasn't Bigfoot, but I had hair. I looked back up at her.
"Is that really necessary?" I asked. She smiled.
"No. It doesn't have any real part in the ritual. It is meant only if you were to be really hairy." She said with a smile.
"Huh, beautiful and a sense of humor!" I said. She smiled at me.
"We all have the same sense of humor. We aren't drones with only one purpose. Yes, our purpose is important, but we are still human." She said as she came around to my back and rubbed my shoulders with an oil from an old looking flask.
"What is that?" I asked.
"It's in case you catch fire." She replied. I turned my head quickly and looked at her. They were all smiling.
"Oh, now she's a comedian!" I said and rolled my eyes.
"No, just you're slave." She said as she came around to my front.
"I don't like that. I don't like that you call yourself that." I said.
"Why? It's true. It is our purpose. To take care of you're every need." She said as she looked me in the eyes and rubbed the oil into my chest.
"I know. But I don't want to have to say hey slave, come here. It just doesn't seem right, don't feel right." I said as I watched her rub the oil down my belly to my legs, down one and back up the other to my crotch. She paid special attention here, fondling my balls, rubbing the oil in good as she got to my cock. She looked up at me and smiled as she did this, knowing I would get hard again.
"And you're a dirty girl too!" I said with a smile.
"As I said, we are not drones. We do get horny too!" She replied as she licked the head of my cock before letting it go to finish rubbing the oil into my skin.
"So, how does this work?" I asked.
" You are to be rubbed down with this anointed oil. Once that is done, you are to be bathed in water that has been blessed and anointed by a holy person." She said as she placed the flask on the table next to the tub.
"I don't see a holy person, unless you five are holy." I said as I looked around the room. She smiled at me and held her hand out to the door which we came in. I turned and looked at watched as the door opened and a figure walked though covered in a deep red velvet cloak.
"Master Thomas, I present to you, the High Council's Holy Priest." She said as I looked at the figure. It walked towards me with its head down. When the figure stopped just before me, it slowly lifted its hands to the hood of the cloak and lifted the cloak from they're head. When the cloak was removed, the figure lifted their head and looked me in the eye.
"Hello Thomas."
"Madame Teresa?" I asked. It was her, I'd know her anywhere.
"Yes. Surprised to see me?" She asked.
"Yes. Completely! Why didn't you tell me?" I asked. Why didn't I read that in her?