THE ASTROLOGER'S TOWER -- CHLOE
Chloe slept--her throat and jaw were sore from the 12 cocks she had vigorously sucked. Her vagina and anus were sore from being vigorously fucked--and then more sparingly fucked--over several hours. She was filthy with layers of sticky partially dried mucous like slime. Her face and hair were full of spend from the other four men in the chamber who had opted to finish themselves where it would most degrade her.
Slowly, achingly, she came to wakefulness.
She lay in what seemed like a very, very nice bed. It had a headboard that was a circle of lapis nearly 12 hands across and then ringed with gold. She listened. There was another person in the bed--a girl, she thought--sleeping? She heard soft, slow breaths.
She risked opening her eyes.
It was a large bedroom decorated with golden statues of naked women with inhuman cobra heads. The statues held real shackles that dangled down over complex, terrifying spanking machines made of wheels and paddles, so that a girl could be locked so she would dangle, legs' spread, her buttocks, anus and sex all exposed to the rotating slappers below her.
The statues were of snake-headed women. Cobras--with hoods--all done in gold and polished bronze. There was a rectangular arch in the wall the foot of the bed. Bright light streamed through it.
Careful not to wake the sleeping girl next to her rolled off the bed and fell clumsily to the floor. She was simply too sore to walk normally.
Ughhh. She still wore the belt, too. She pulled herself to her feet and walked, taking mincing steps towards the opening. She saw nothing but the bright sky through it. Was she up high? When she came out, into the bright light, she was stunned. She stood against the door, mouth gaping.
She was atop a massive sand-stone ziggurat. It must be 12 or 20 stores tall. Hundreds of hands tall. Below it was a courtyard. She could see muscled naked men wearing leather shoulder pads and breast and back plates--naked below the waist, walking amongst scores of women, naked, prostrating themselves. They stood with their legs spread, bending forward to place their palms on the flat stone ground, walking them out in a stretch.
Then they arched their backs, thrusting their buttocks out.
Even here she could hear the reports of the men's hands on the women's buttocks. The sound echoed off the retaining walls around the courtyard. She saw two colossal stone statues of a woman with great wings, standing, feet together, arms raised above her head. They were impossibly big--the size of the step pyramid she was in up to the figure's shoulders. The two arms that extended up beyond that, palms pressed together into the sky went even higher. She had never seen anything built at that scale of that detail and work. The stone wings stretched out to the sides. Less anatomical than stone faces etched with the likeness of layers of feathers.
Beyond the pyramid were other great and strange buildings. Winds blew desert sands across the landscape. She felt a hand on her shoulder and jumped.
"Oh!"
The girl--woman--stood behind her.
She was exotic, dark and perfect skin--a reddish brown shade. Lustrous black hair in soft waves down her shoulders. Her eyes were dark, beautiful pools. She wore small golden chains across her body--ornaments. They hung from her breasts and lay over her thighs.
The woman was... tall--at least two full hands taller than Chloe. She stared up at the girl--and the girl looked calmly, but appraisingly, down on her.
"You reek," said the girl, with a somewhat playful, somewhat predatory smile.
"I was--Taken," she said. "I don't know--"
"Where you are?" the girl again gave her a mischievous grin. "You are in my house."
"Your--this is your--"
Two great golden wings unfolded from the girl's back, and her feet opened, becoming bird's talons grown to great size. Chloe instinctively sprang back--but the woman moved with unnatural speed and caught her by the shoulder.
"Mmyyy Hhousse," she said, holding Chloe easily in an ironlike grip. Her voice echoed with a deep reverberation.
Chloe dropped to her knees and the woman let her. The sun reflecting off the golden wings was too bright to look at, and she dropped her eyes.
She heard a shuffles sound as the wings retracted and the girl--the... thing... knelt and took Chloe's face in her hands.
"Do not be afraid," she said. "I will only hurt you in ways you deserve." She smiled a grin that, while it held hints of a predatory nature, was otherwise kind. She ran her fingers through Chloe's hair. "Yuck," she declared, but found it humorous.
"Y-you're a goddess?" Chloe managed, gasping.
"I was. This place--it is a memory of what once existed in your world." the girl said, rising to her feet. "Stand, girl--I am going to wash you, and if I have to carry you, I'll spank you."
Chloe struggled to her feet as the girl turned. Her hips swayed hypnotically, the slight sounds of the chains jingling. To the right of the bed there was another rectangular hole the size of a large door. It led to a chamber where Chloe could see steam rising from a bronze tub. She staggered after the girl.
"I was Ishsi," she said. "A great goddess--revered and feared. Slaves were brought to my temple to be spanked for my pleasure and luck for their masters." She smirked.
"For those who did actual wrong, slave or not, they were remanded to the care of our priestess who used ceremonial whips to lash them in exacting and artistic ways."
"I was granted gifts of soft young men and pretty young women who serviced those committed to me, so that I felt some measure of their pleasure. I had rooms of gold and jewels and ornaments made by the greatest craftsmen of the age--into the tub, you." she finished, gesturing at the great basin.
Chloe tested the water--hot but not scalding. She let herself into it and cried out as it covered her sore channels.
"Tender?" grinned the girl.
"S-sore Miss Ishsi," Chloe gasped.
"Good--I have a fondness for 'sore.'" She padded over, holding a bath brush and a metal pot of powered soap.
She easily stepped over the side of the raised tub, splashing into the water. Chloe hugged herself as the girl reached her.
