Alice was forced to hold her head aloft as she was brought, trembling on the edge of orgasm and posed on a cushion in a human-sized birdcage, into the Great Hall.
All the priestesses of the order stood in their places at their tables. The high table, situated on a raised platform beneath the breathtaking glass mosaic window, hosted the Mothers of the Order, while the Sisters filled the rank and file tables of the Great Hall. The sight of so many headdresses fluttering in drafts of the Hall mesmerized Alice.
Her swollen clitoris was assaulted with phantom brushes and tongues, while her cunt was massaged from every possible angle by the same rune magic that glowed on her lower belly. The phantom feathers that teased her nipples were as maddening as the stroking fingers that plunged in and out of her pink rosebud asshole.
Alice heard herself wailing, crying out in ecstasy, poised on the biggest orgasm of her entire life. She felt the churning energy swirling in her, as if she were a bottle of mineral water shaken up and unopened. She heard, very faintly, the drip, drip, drip of her juices onto the silken cushion.
The Mothers and Sisters were silent as she was brought before the Mother Resplendent's seat. The Mother Glowing and two Sisters took their places as well, but the Mother Resplendent unlocked Alice's cage, ignoring her gasping and moaning, and thumbed the girl's clitoris. Alice's head fell back as a silent scream, a plea for mercy, erupted from her throat, then broke into a hoarse whine as still, she did not come.
"Our Dove is ready for our morning breakfast, and the power of the God and Goddess shine through her. We shall partake."
Before Alice had time to question what that meant, the Mother Resplendent showed her by pulling her from the cage as easily if she were a ragdoll, the runes making the weight of her body negligible, laying her down gently on the empty place at the table to the Mother's right, and then she began to feast.
As she had the previous night, the Mother Resplendent teased apart Alice's labia with her skilled tongue, coaxing the leaves of her sex open with long, languorous strokes. Alice panted and moaned, and the sound echoed in the wide open space. Her face heated and flushed red, but already the priestess was licking her way upwards, teasing her way up to Alice's engorged clitoris. As the Mother Resplendent suckled on Alice's hypersensitive nub, she introduced first one finger, then the other, into Alice's weeping cunt.
Alice had just enough room in her head to ponder how many years of practice the middle-aged Mother had in rubbing a woman's g-spot. Then she was crashing hard against the edge of orgasm, crying out in desperation, unable to even beg.
Finally, the Mother Resplendent ceased her ministrations. She lifted a bite from a plate laden with the bread and honey that was to be Alice's breakfast, and placed it in Alice's open mouth as she panted with need.
As the Dove chewed and swallowed, she couldn't hold back her moan.
That moan served as the dinner-bell, evidently, for every priestess then sat and began to eat.
Alice lay quietly where she was laid. Throughout the breakfast, one by one, the priestesses from the high table would come, passionately eat Alice to the shuddering edge of another tremendous orgasm, place a morsel on her tongue, and bid her to swallow.
When every priestess from the High Table had partaken in their sacred meal, the Sister priestesses from below came, in a haphazard order Alice couldn't begin to track. Her head swam at the sight of so many tempting priestesses, their headdresses undulating and lit with a strange glow, nestled beneath her creamy thighs as they lapped away her arousal, only to tease more of it from her in a glistening flow.
By the tenth priestess, Alice was well and truly straining against the magic that held her fast. She desperately sought to move her hand before the next priestess could take her place. If only her arm would move! Her clit was throbbing, her pussy was empty and dripping, and her nipples almost twitched with each pulse. If she didn't come in the next five seconds, she would die, she knew it!
But no matter how many times she told her arm to move, to bring her hand to her obscenely swollen clit and just rub out a good cum, she couldn't move.
She was weeping as much as her cunt was by the thirteenth priestess.
By the thirtieth and final priestess, Alice was a mess. The runes prevented any friction from harming her, so her pussy was as pink and fresh as when she was carried in, but so much more swollen and drippy that it was scarcely to be believed. She didn't hear the closing prayers, but she did hear when a Mother Glowing softly called out, "Dove," and laid a hand on her shoulder.
She managed to fix her eyes on the Mother's face. "I am Mother Annabeth," the woman said. She was in her 30's with clear green eyes and warm skin. Her mouth was wide and laughing. "As you can see from my headdress, I am a Mother Glowing, the third highest ranking in the Order. Beneath me are the Mothers Luminous, and above me the Mothers Radiant and the Mother Resplendent. I oversee the tending of the Sisters of Ecstasy, all of whom are extremely grateful to you."
Alice vaguely remembered the words of Arax, her god, in the temple on her consecration. She provided the same power as hundreds of Sisters, and their duties were to be greatly relaxed. They would get to come, and she would not.
"We still await the commands from the High Priestess on how to proceed in the wake of your discovery, so all the daily rituals are still in full swing." As the priestess spoke to her, the runes on Alice's pelvis glowed, and she felt the familiar swirling brush on her clit and rubbing of fingers on her gspot, the feathering of her nipples somehow occasionally the most difficult to bear. Just the twitching of the soft feathers on her stiff peaks was enough to make her drip and clench, and to be joined also by the fullness in her ass and pussy and teasing on her clit was too much to bear. She whined.
"Today you will watch, and tomorrow, we will try out all the things that made you the wettest." Mother Annabeth's wolfish smile betrayed how eager she was.
The prayer rooms for the Sisters of Ecstasy only involved the sort of praying that Alice was learning to dread and crave in equal measure. There were five rooms, each filled with ten Sisters of Ecstasy receiving and ten sisters administering the divine Attention.
The Dove walked behind Mother Annabeth, two Sisters of Mercy on either side of her, set apart by the red ribbon at their cuffs. Alice couldn't stop the helpless, wordless little moans and pants that bubbled up from her as they went along.
"The Sisters of Mercy attend the Sisters of Ecstasy in their needs and supervise the administration of the Divine Attention," Mother Annabeth explained as they walked down the corridor. The words sounded like mush in Alice's distracted mind. It was almost impossible to take a step when she felt fingers rubbing her g spot and clitoris every moment and the fullness of her ass reasserted itself with every jostling movement.
They stopped at the threshold of the first room. "Normally, you would be able to hear the muffled pleas for mercy from the hall," Mother Annabeth noted almost casually, as if she were discussing the absence of a particular potted plant, "but they haven't begun today's work just yet."
They entered the room.
