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.
"Mmmm--" she sniffed Chloe. Chloe found she could smell the girl too--a scent like cinnamon? Hints of smells like coffee cream? "You have been taken by one of my company, she said, her fingers brushing over Chloe's shoulders. "A moon goddess?" She sniffed, and Chloe cringed.
The girl laughed. "Was it pleasant?"
"It--it was scary," said Chloe. "It wasn't--I mean, she--it was thorough."
"I will be thorough with you as well," she said, moving in close to take some of the powered soap in her hands and wet it, beginning to rub it along Chloe's body.
Chloe sat in the water with her back against the goddess, her hand scrubbing her. She felt a terrible, rising fear.
"Don't panic, little," the goddess said gently. "You broke their rules and so they could gift you to me." Chloe could hear the smile in her voice. "But you are comely and well trained, and while I shall enjoy punishing you, I favor you--and you will not feel my wrath."
She poured water through Chloe's hair and used her fingers to run through it. "I like your belt, so you will wear it--In my age, it would have been a master's work well beyond the capabilities of most to make!" Her fingers caressed down Chloe's shoulders and back, and she gasped. A moan of pleasure--but it felt like being caressed by a soft, friendly mountain.
The goddess stood behind her.
"Up little one--you are cleaned."
Chloe stood. The goddess dried her with a towel.
"I am going to take you down to the yard to pay obeisance--it will hurt--but not too badly. I will then take you to the offering altar and my priestess will use their ceremonial whips and it will hurt terribly--but not for too long! When you are aching and burning from your ordeals, you will go between my thighs and you will please me--and should you fail--and you shall, many times--I will mount you on my statues and my handmaids will address you--the soft laughing punishment, I think--I can see your tenderness to it! Your cries and pleas will please me for a time--but not too long--and you will join me in my bed, and I will tend you."
Chloe stared at the opening--taking what she said. There was no question of escape. The goddess looked like a tall young woman--but the feeling of size next to her was immense and frightening. She made herself walk, following the goddess out into the light and down the steps.
"Mistress?" Chloe asked in a whisper.
"Yes, little offering?" asked the goddess, her voice musical--choruses of spanks and cries rose from the courtyard. The slaves were being moved from one station to another where they were spanked, examined and cared for--then another station where a different spanking might be applied, and so on.
One of the giant, muscled men had the girls on their backs, legs open in a V. He slapped each on her inner thighs--POW! "Ahh!! " WHAP "Please!" POW! "Oh!!!" as he walked back and forth up the line of three of them.
Another man had a thick, powerful erection as he moved up and down a line of five girls, each crouching, one elbow on her knee and the other arm pressing her palm flat on the ground. He smacked with a cupped hand so each blow landed on the girl's sex. These were delivered with care--they were clearly terribly painful--but not overwhelmingly so. The girls cried out and shifted and gasped--but held their position.
Worse was a man issuing smacks to bare feet secured in wooden blocks. The girls shrieked at each slap and Chloe could see the verge of hysteria in each of their eyes. They stopped at the erect man's group. She could hear the gasps and yelps from all around her. On the warm desert wind was the smell of sex--of lubricated vaginas--and tears.
"Mistress Goddess," the man saw her and dropped to his knees, his head pressed to the floor. Chloe could see from the side the shadow of his cock bobbing frantically.
"I am remanding my subject to you for a circuit. See to it that she is treated with appropriate care."
