The city of Theou Agelos appeared to be a very busy and dirty one; one with people walking through the streets bumping into other people all the time and almost starting many fights. I was in the arms of a rich man's slave, along with a girl who was only slightly older than I. Her name was Katherine.
My sister and I were adopted by Katherine's father when we were young. Katherine and I weren't related but still felt really connected. Katherine also took up my little sister as her own; they did a lot together. We understood each other completely.
I grew up with Katherine. We played together, learned together, pretty much shared everything. They were some of the best and happiest times of my life. Theou Agelos was more a place like Sodom and Gomorra. There were three dominant religions: Uxter, a very popular religion new to this part of the world, the well known Greek mythology, and the dwindling Judeo-Christian. Yes, Uxter was a religion that worked in the weirdest of fashions. It was based on three principles. All people had a slight amount of power, all people liked having sex with gorgeous women thereby transferring their power to that woman, and third no one but the chief priest was to have significant enough power to start a rebellion.
Uxter was such a new religion in the area that I had never even seen the new town square that it had constructed. So Katherine, who was naturally curious about everything took me down the street and showed me what appeared to be ten blocks in the middle of the square in the shape of a pentagram with 2 blocks each forming one point of the star. On further inspection it appeared that each block had a small block attached to the center of it pointing outwards. But the shape of these blocks wasn't the striking feature about them. On top of each small block there was a woman, naked with her legs spread. The woman's ankles were bound to the table. There was also a slit through the middle of the blocks in which the chains for her arms passed through so her arms were chained down, but loosely enough that she could sit up by moving the chains forwards through the slit. The ankle chains were loose enough to allow her raise her feet.
As Katherine and I explored this new place she looped her arm though mine and held it tight, trying to avoid being raped. She seemed incredibly curious about the whole religion and pulled me this way and that looking to see the different holy priestesses in various explicit positions and the hordes of drooling men watching.
Surprisingly, the priestesses were really sexy. They weren't just any old slut or whore that you could find on any corner of a street. They were the sort that one would describe as the devil's temptresses to entice the people to sell their souls, you know...irresistibly attractive blondes that you only think of fucking and nothing else. In fact these women were so beautiful there were crowds watching them at all times and waiting in line for what came next.
Even more shocking was the purpose of these tables. There was a man underneath one woman fucking her brains out. She was already holding herself as high as her shackles would let her go thereby giving the man the space to do the fucking. However, an interesting consequence was that the momentum had nowhere to go whenever he slammed himself into her placing even more pressure on her cunt. Because of the arrangement everyone could see her breasts heaving up and down, the man sliding his dick in and out of her, see her panting and moaning, and eventually screaming with orgasm. When the man finished he merely put on his clothes leaving her to the next man to do it all over again. This man preferred to do it with her lying on her back and him standing, the difference being that this time all the other men watching were allowed by the man whose 'turn' it was to stick their dicks in her mouth or masturbate onto her. Afterward they had to clean their cum off of her only because it was unfair to the next guy who wanted to lay on her and feel her breasts against his chest when he fucked her.
I also found out that the women in the town were forced into doing something of the same thing when they got older: go to priests and have sex with them every time the urge comes.
Katherine then made me turn and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her eyes were staring into mine trying to decipher what I thought of it all.
We had been together so long that she already knew what I was going to say and so interrupted me before I could start. "The chief priest had a lot of power in the surrounding areas and thus commands a lot of people. You shouldn't try and mess with him."
"Well, he should be dead. Sex should not just be a method for a bunch or horny guys to empty their balls and move on. It should show that a person cares about a person so much that they want to become a part of the person. This is shown by the fact that they won't ever be forgotten by their partners. How many of the people here know even the names of the women that they are fucking? It's nothing but meaningless sex."
"What about you and me? Would that be meaningless sex?"
At this remark I shied away turning back to watching what was going on.
"You know that the High Priest has started pressuring young kids at about 18 to start screwing the priestesses. You are going to have to 'empty your balls' into them too."
"It's not unheard of to strike a bargain with them to skip that. I've been working and have quite a bit of money. I'll just pay off a priestess and then not do it. But what about you? You looking forward to getting pounded by the priests?"
Katherine smiled looking away slightly. "My dad struck some bargain with the head priest that gives me permanent immunity."
