This is the latest chapter of the ongoing story of how the Goddess came to possess the world. In writing the entire work, I have attempted to produce a coherent narrative based on a consistent world-view. To help with this process I have produced some "historical notes". These explain the origin of the culture from which Lilith and Leela come. I know that there are a few people out there who have enjoyed the tale so far - so if any of you would be interested in reading these notes, please let me know.
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As I had expected, the journey to Thea's country house was sheer torment for both William, once he had regained consciousness, and for me. There was enough room in the back of Thea's Hummer for a double bed, to which William and I were bound, while Thea and Nadia rode our cocks and our mouths; competing to see how many orgasms each of them could have. However, Thea decreed that neither William nor I should be allowed to come, in order to allow us to recuperate. By the time the journey had ended we were both desperate, sore and battered; although, with my enhanced powers, I had fared considerably better than William. Because the windows of the Hummer were heavily tinted, our tormentors activities were concealed from all eyes save those of George, who, as Thea had instructed him, kept his rigidly on the road.
I had visited Ashlands, Thea's country house, many years before. It stood on the South Downs, overlooking the sea. It was surrounded by a considerable estate and protected by a high brick wall. The house had been built by Thea's great, great grandfather, specifically to house his priceless collection of Minoan artefacts; hence the considerable security which protected it.
As we approached the house, Thea unbound us and told us to dress, while she and Nadia did the same. The Hummer drew up outside the impressive wrought-iron gates that I remembered. A youngish man, dressed as a security guard, came out of the lodge by the side of the gates. Thea wound down the window. "Chris," she said, "I want you to come up to the house in an hour, and bring the rest of your team for a briefing."
"Yes Ma'am," Chris replied. Even in the half light of the evening I could see his eyes widen with lust as he saw Thea's generous breasts, barely concealed by their shiny, black latrix covering.
"That's six more slaves," Thea remarked to Nadia as the window slid back into place and the gates opened in front of us.
The Hummer travelled slowly up the winding gravel drive. On a small hillock I saw the fake Minoan temple that Sir Arthur Lucas had built, and then Ashlands itself opened before us. It was a strange house. Built in an odd style that seemed an unhappy combination of Victorian gothic and classical architecture, it stood three storeys high in the centre, with wide, single storey wings that now contained a swimming pool on one side and a gym on the other. We drew up at the three, wide, shallow steps that led to a grand doorway with a heavy classical pediment over it.
Martha, George's long-suffering wife, was standing at the top of the steps. She too had known Thea since she was a girl. I had no idea if she also was aware that Thea was a dominatrix, but I assumed that, since she acted as housekeeper and was responsible for the maintenance of the Ashlands house, she must at least have some inkling about Thea's proclivities.
Thea stepped out of the car and greeted Martha. "You already know Nadia," she said, gesturing towards her gorgeous young acolyte. "Will you please take her up to the red room?"
"Certainly Ma'am," Martha replied, her expression blank as she took in Nadia's provocative clothing. "And the gentlemen, will they be requiring rooms?" She looked at William and me, her expression unchanging.
"No, Martha, I don't believe they will," replied Thea with a smirk. "I'm going to take them to the gym. They need some exercise!"
She turned to Nadia. "Darling, please make yourself at home, have a shower and change if you like, you'll find a range of clothing that should be suitable. As soon as you're done, come down to the gym. Then we can have some more fun."
She turned again to Martha. "Chris and his team will be here in an hour. George will show them into the gym as soon as they arrive, Martha."
She strode into the house, her heels clicking like pistol shots on the stone flags. A few steps into the hall she turned and looked at George. "You'd better come as well George. I think we have some unfinished business."
George glanced briefly at his wife, who kept staring straight ahead without looking at him. Then he followed William and me as we trailed behind the arrogant, booted goddess.
Thrusting open the double doors that led, as I knew, to the library; Thea beckoned us to follow her in. It was a long room with floor-length windows facing west, through which the light of the setting sun poured. The wall opposite the windows was lined with mahogany bookcases, filled with books uniformly-bound in leather. In this way it was just an ordinary country house library; above the bookcases, however, it was very different. The walls there vibrated with recreations of Minoan murals. Bull leapers stood in lithe, athletic poses, processions of young men carried sacred vessels, and above all were the women; lively, beautiful and bare-breasted. Down the centre of the room were glass cases in which were displayed some of Sir Arthur's Minoan treasures. Bull's head rhytons, double-headed axes and painted statuettes of the goddess; with sacred snakes entwining her arms, her breasts naked and her prominent nipples rouged.
In the very centre of the room was a taller case in which was displayed the prize of Sir Arthur's collection: the so-called "Diadem of Ariadne". It was not so much a diadem as a net of gold filigree. Looking at it again I saw something that I had not noticed on my previous visits. It was set with snakes. With a shudder, I realised that these were carved from glassy, black obsidian; the twin of the stone from which Thea's dildo was made.
Thea stopped in front of the diadem and the three of us halted a couple of paces behind her. She knelt down by the case and pressed some buttons on the key-pad set into its stand. With a slight hiss that seemed very loud in the silent library, the glass panel covering the diadem withdrew. Thea stood up.
"Sir Arthur didn't find this you know." She said, half to herself and half to us. "It was brought to him one night by a young Greek sponge-fisherwoman. She gave no coherent explanation of how or where she found it, and afterwards she couldn't be traced. So, without a clear context, the "diadem" was never properly described or catalogued. In fact, many archaeologists don't believe that it really is Minoan at all. That's the only reason why Sir Arthur was allowed to take it out of Greece."
