Chapter 7
The freezing night air hit me like a wall as we left the laboratory, and a snow-laden gale swooped down on us. Inside her electric blue aura, the Goddess seemed impervious to the cold. I, however, immediately began shivering uncontrollably, my teeth chattered, my erection vanished and my balls contracted. The cold cut through my naked body, piercing like a knife into my chest. My heart thumped painfully as Lilith pulled on my leash to drag me behind her hideous mount. I stumbled after her, feeling that my body could no longer stand the abuse. Just as I could bear no more, the material of my belt began to spread and flow over my skin. It coated me with a thin, invisible layer of material that kept out the freezing wind without hiding any of my flesh from the eyes of the goddess. At the same time it caressed me with its smooth, slightly damp tightness, stimulating my cock so that it again began to rise.
The journey to Lilith's slave pens was mercifully short. A few minutes running down a glowing, silvery path almost hidden by wildly swirling snow flakes. I struggled to keep pace with the fast predatory lope of the mnimrast, while the goddess kept a constant, uncomfortable pressure on the lead attached to my collar. Through the gaps in the storm I could vaguely discern the shape of a golden pyramid and beneath it a group of buildings, through the gate of which the goddess pulled me.
We passed underneath a tall arch and through an invisible membrane to find ourselves in what appeared to be a large hall. More than two dozen naked men were strenuously exercising under the watchful eyes of three women. The women wore their hair piled regally on their heads and were dressed in full-length gowns made of an iridescent material that sparkled across the spectrum as the light caught it. The bodices of the gowns clung tightly to their full breasts, clearly showing their thrusting nipples. The skirts seemed almost liquid, parting as they moved to show tantalising glimpses of naked cunts and arses, and coalescing seamlessly into tight, shimmering sheaths when they stood still. In their hands the women carried short crops, which they applied enthusiastically to the slaves whenever they sensed any slackening in their efforts.
Lilith jerked my leash and dragged me close to her. Her boot heel dug into my shoulder, forcing me to my knees. She remained mounted for a brief moment, watching the women and the slaves, her hips flexing so that the rast's huge symbioform slid in and out of her widely distended cunt. Very soon I felt her orgasmic aura wash over me. Immediately all eyes were drawn towards her. The slaves instantly stopped what they were doing and knelt down, facing her with their heads bowed, holding their pricks between the thumbs and first two fingers of each hand – presenting their erections for her inspection. I realised that this was a ritual movement and I followed their example.
The rast knelt down, the Goddess sprang from its back and strode over to the kneeling slaves.
"Where are the rest of them?" She asked.
"Eris is bringing them over from the household now." One of the women replied.
"Good," said Lilith, "as soon as they arrive I'll choose twenty of them for tonight. Make sure that they and the others are fed, then bring them to my dungeon."
She gestured at me, still kneeling behind her. "I've just bought this one, 7833. He's pretty well-endowed. When he's been fed you can have him for tonight. Just make sure he's at the ceremony tomorrow morning."
The women wandered over to me. One of them stood behind me and grabbed my arms, pulling my hands away from my penis, while another stood in front of me and lifted it with the end of her crop. It had been in a semi-erect state, but now it began to unfurl into full hardness, with its tip rapidly approaching my navel.
"Not bad," said the woman in front of me, slapping my cock hard with her crop. "I want to fuck him first!"
"OK," said the third woman, who was standing beside her. "It looks as if there's plenty to go round!"
At that moment there was a blast of cold air, the sound of heels striking the floor, and the clink of chains. Glancing up I saw, coming through an entrance opposite me that I had not previously noticed, a seductive, dark-skinned woman with long black hair, white boots and gloves, and a tight, white cache-sexe. I immediately recognised her as Eris, my earlier tormentrix. In one gloved hand she held a whip and in the other a fine chain, attached to which was a coffle of some thirty slaves, every man linked to another by a short length of chain attached to his collar. They filed into the room after their young slave mistress, their heads bowed.
"Excellent Eris!" The Goddess said as the group appeared, "bring them over here with the others, for my inspection."
Lilith was soon surrounded by kneeling men, each presenting his hard penis to her lust-filled gaze. Eris removed the chains of those she had brought, allowing the Goddess to stalk like a predator around the naked bodies of some 60 men, all with huge erections now straining towards her. She deliberately brushed her naked hips against the shoulder of every man she passed, making him gasp with frustrated lust. Occasionally she bent over to fondle a man's cock and balls in her tightly-gloved hands. Sometimes she stood in front of a man, her legs on either side of his knees, then she grasped his hair and pulled back his head, before grinding her drooling cunt against his face.
After what seemed like an age of expectant silence, broken only by the sounds of men in sexual torment, she seemed to have reached her decision. Beckoning Eris to her side she pointed at man after man. As each one was indicated, Eris attached his collar to a chain and drew him after her to stand in a line at the side of the group. The Goddess walked slowly along the line, stopping at each man to cup his balls and run her fingers over his erection. Finally she nodded in satisfaction at her choice.
"They'll do. Feed them and bring them to my dungeon!" So say she turned again to her rast, mounting it and impaling herself on its still-erect symbioform in one fluid movement. As she turned to leave she glanced back at Eris. "Oh, and choose one of them to be my sacrifice tomorrow. I need to make room for my new slave - 7833." Waving contemptuously in my direction, the Lilith-mnimrast left the hall through the entrance by which we had arrived.
As soon as the Goddess had left, the men moved over to hatches at one side of the hall from which they each fetched a steaming bowl and a cup. They took their bowls and cups to one side of the hall and squatted or sat cross-legged on the floor. They transferred the contents of the bowls into their mouths with their fingers, occasionally swigging from their cups. The men who hadn't been chosen by Lilith were supervised by the three women. Eris took charge of the chosen ones, a look of intense disgust on her face as she watched her charges eat. When she noticed one man drop some food on his chest, she rounded on him, laid into him with her whip, and screamed at him furiously.
"You filthy, disgusting male scum 6453! Why do I have to watch your swinish feeding behaviour? Lilith will make you pay tomorrow. I choose you as the sacrifice! Lilith'll suck the life out of you through that shrivelled thing between your legs!"
The man collapsed under the onslaught of her whip, begging for mercy while she flayed his back until it was bloody. All the other men continued to eat with bovine concentration, seemingly oblivious to the plight of their companion. At last, with her breasts sweat-slicked and heaving, she threw down her whip and stood over her victim, who lay, moaning and whimpering between her legs.
"I think you need some cream for that back of yours," she said, looking down at the bloody runnels her whip had cut into his flesh.
"No, not that!" He screamed, not daring to look up, as, laughing mercilessly, she peeled the latrix away from her cunt and allowed the pearly drops of her lust juice to drip onto his back. I knew exactly what he was feeling as he writhed in agony after she had delved deep into her pussy, coated her fingers thickly and, kneeling over him, massaged the fluid across his wounds.
"You'll feel worse than that tomorrow morning," Eris laughed. 6453 screamed and twisted beneath her as she sat on him, rubbing her cunt over his shuddering body.
