Part 2
"Wake up, Sister."
Debby started awake and looked up into the regal face of the High Priestess. She sat frozen and dumb for several long seconds before her situation came crashing back. The Binding, the collar, the Bond, her own promises and Bice's training. Oh, Goddess, had this really been a good idea? The future seemed terrifying and red.
"I have communed with the Goddess," said the High Priestess, her eyes almost otherworldly as she stood above Debby. "She has revealed much of what drove you to us. Are you enjoying your stay with us?"
"No, High Priestess," said Debby's fickle, traitorous tongue as her collar grew cold. "The walls are cold and the fire is hot. And there is no blanket." She drew herself up into a respectful kneeling position, breasts bared to the beautiful redhead and hands folded in her lap. As she did, she glanced at the smoke hole. What time was it? Only dark night sky showed.
The High Priestess nodded. "That is true but you are here to better serve the Goddess. This will help you learn. Masturbate for me."
The command came almost from nowhere, so shocking that Debby didn't move even as her collar grew freezing cold. Masturbation was private; it was personal; it was the very opposite of what she'd accepted the Binding to achieve. She'd come here to learn to share her body with others and take pleasure in theirs in turn. This was nothing like that. Even such surprise couldn't stall the Binding forever, however.
She shook as her body started to move. Her fingers reached her sex and found it warm and wet. The dry heat of the fire warred with the wet pulsing heat of her blood. She ran her fingers along her lips and around her clit hood. Her clit buzzed, almost electric, and far too sensitive to touch. She squeezed her eyes shut and just concentrated on her self-pleasure.
She called up images of Pax into her mind's eye, so tall, dark and masculine. He towered over her, ready to take her in his strong but careful hands and claim everything she so desperately wanted to offer. The red of panic flickered around the edges of the vision but she kept it at bay.
Pax withdrew his cock from his tailored suit trousers. It was long and thick and perfectly formed. Its head glimmered, already wet and so dark it looked purple. She looked back up at Pax's face but he wasn't Pax anymore. It was Bice, rougher of feature as it chipped from stone. He looked down impassively at her, judging her in his silent way.
"Look at me."
The command cut through Debby's fantasy and her eyes shot open. She locked gazes with the High Priestess, the other woman's powerful green eyes terribly invasive. In that moment she climaxed.
The orgasm rolled through her like a wave. It swept away her dikes of self-control and her dams of self-restraint. The Priestess's eyes raped her very being with a terrible red intimacy. Debby screamed out her pleasure until there was nothing left, leaving her drained and hollow. She fell to the ground, sobbing and twitching.
The High Priestess stood silent and watchful for long moments before leaving her alone.
Bice came the next morning, as suddenly as the High Priestess had during the night.
"You may wear these," he said and threw down two items of clothing: a short shirt made from leather slats and a tube-top, little more than a band of cloth to go around her breasts.
Debby picked up the top and weighed the flimsy fabric. Then she noticed her collar wasn't growing cold. This wasn't a command. If she put the clothes on it would be of her own will.
She looked up at the cold face of Bice, back down at the clothes and pulled them on. Once she was dressed, if indeed you could call her current state such, Bice reached forward and clipped her leash to her collar. The weight tugged at her neck, not a lot but enough that she would never forget it was there.
"You will follow two paces behind," said Bice. "Walk, do not crawl."
The command made her collar chill, but that was nothing to the blood which flushed to her face. She remembered the night before and the long subhuman crawl to which she'd been set. Her clit buzzed and she blushed all the harder. To think her life was such that to walk not crawl needed to be specified.
The Temple was quiet as Bice led her from her small room. The only sounds were the crackle of burning braziers, Bice's confident footfalls and the pitter-patter of her own feet as she struggled to keep up.
They reached the entrance where the propped stone slabs created the eerie gateway. Morning light shone from outside and Debby blinked, scrunched her eyes and shaded her face. Bice didn't let her stop. He tugged her leash in wordless command and led her out.
The dark wild woods sprawled in all directions, full of old gnarled trees and tangled plants. Birds cried out from the depths, loud and shrill, and small animals scurried. The monstrous statues of Mog and Magog stood alone and unattended. Their cocks curved up from their crotches, powerful and terrifying even in stone. Debby felt something lodge in her throat as she stared at the head of Magog's penis. It seemed so big but the priestesses had somehow managed to service it the day before.
Bice tugged on the leash again and led her along the winding path to the more managed parts of the Goddess's Grove.
It was very early and few people were about. A pair of joggers ran past on a paved path. They wore sweat pants, sports bras and headbands to keep their hair out of their eyes. They glanced at Debby and whispered to each other. One giggled, high and conspiratorial.
In that moment Debby felt very naked. Her pitiful clothes clung to her dirty, sweat stained body like they were only half there. The cool morning air swirled around her legs and touched her hot sex, unprotected as it was by any underwear. Her normally blonde hair must be in a pitiful state. Her entire chest was bare, save for the thin tube-top which ran in a narrow band around her tits, squeezing and mauling her breasts. She was utterly unfit to be out in public. In fact, naked would surely have been better, for some always chose to honour the Goddess that way. None of that mattered; she had no choice.
Bice led her across the park but not to the monorail station. Instead they went to the road. An off-orange gelatinous cube slowly made its way along the pavement, dissolving the trash of the night before. Bice paused to let it ooze passed, then walked over the now sparkling sidewalk to the curb where a yellow taxicab waited, its engine spluttering as it turned over.
He opened the door and wordlessly looked at her. She climbed in, her short skirt flaring up to show her ass and cunt. He followed a moment later and pulled the door shut. In the tight confines of the cab, his presence almost crushed her. She fidgeted with her hands, the future a hidden, frightful thing.
"Where too?" asked the cabbie. He was an older man, with a thick moustache and a battered flat cap. A dog-eared cigarette hung from his mouth, which shot silver sparks along with the more mundane smoke.
"Icecleaver stadium," Bice said.
"Going to see the big fight?" said the cabbie as he cast a glance out his rear-view mirror and pulled off from the curb. "Will be listening to it on my radio myself. Have to work see. Children to feed."
"My purposes are many," murmured Bice. He gazed out the window, once more impassive to all around him.
Debby froze in her seat. Icecleaver stadium? That was beyond public. Fifty thousand people might see her and millions more if a TV camera caught her image. Worse, most would be men, men of a distinctively rowdy sort. Dragon fights were incredibly popular.
Her gaze flicked to Bice, her heart racing. What was he planning? He couldn't be planning to throw her to the crowd. That was impossible, beyond even her worst nightmares. Somehow the red nightmare hardened her nipples and set her clit buzzing.
The stadium was on the other side of the city and the journey took almost an hour. The closer they got to the stadium, the thicker the traffic grew. Home and away fans packed the streets, some in cars, others in busses and still more in singing, chanting packs. Half wore the blue-and-white tabards of the Icecleavers. The remainder wore the red and gold of the visiting Warlights.
The cabbie pulled up at the side of the road and Debby climbed out, more careful this time so she didn't flash any of the onlookers. Not that such a little modesty made much difference. Some stopped and stared at the dirty whore in her flimsy clothes. One twenty something with gelled up hair stuck two fingers in his mouth and let loose an ear splitting whistle.
Bice followed her out the cab and loomed behind her, leash in hand. That stopped many of the onlookers. He towered over Debby and while that wasn't hard, he towered over most of the fans too. Combined with his shirtless state that showed every sculpted muscle and few were fool enough to challenge him.
"Follow," he said and led her into the stadium.
Even as intimidating as Bice was, he didn't get to skip the cue. Slowly they moved towards the turnstiles and the uniformed officials taking tickets. Bice produced two as they reached the front and handed them to the young woman in the close cut steward's smock and tricorne hat. She look at them, glancing from Bice to Debby with wide eyes.
"Um," she said and bit her lip. "Seats 45 and 46 Z, Area 4." She waved them through.
Bice led her by leash through the tunnel and up the correct set of stairs to their seats. They were good seats, at least as far as Debby could judge such things, but she knew she wasn't here for the fight. Thousands of people filled the banked stadium seats, countless cheering, arguing, singing and fighting voices.
On the grounds proper, the two teams readied themselves. Vets and handlers checked over Winter, the Icecleavers' Artic Cold Snapper. She was a magnificent beast, fully forty feet of ice-blue scales and opalescent wings. Artic Cold Snappers were known for their beauty among dragons and Winter stood apart, even with the scars and minor wounds she'd picked up in past fights.
Fang, the Warlights' slate grey Iron Growler bull, underwent a similar set of checks by his team. The endorsement agents scurried over the great beast's flanks with stencils and spray paint, putting the final corporate logos in place. Fang's rider, Gaudwyn Wrath, stood by the dragon's nose in silent communion with his mount.
"Bice," said Debby in a low whisper. "Why are we here?" Already she was gathering leering looks and appreciative glances. She felt utterly vulnerable, the tiny skirt and thin top almost no protection at all.
"Wait," he said and for a few long moments Debby worried that was all he would say. "You will see when the match begins."
It was almost half an hour before the match started. Debby spent the time fidgeting in her seat, the plastic cool against her exposed ass. The attention around her grew in that time too. Whispers swum and bred in the people-sea, fingers pointed and men craned their necks to get a better look. Naked people on leashes were an uncommon site at sporting events.
Final it was time. The two teams left the main ground, leaving only the two dragons and their riders. The riders sat on special saddles, affixed where long draconic necks met torsos. The two dragons eyed each other. Somewhere in their animal minds, they knew what was about to happen.
The referee fired his starting gun, and the two great beasts leapt at each other, claws ready, wings spread and mouths wide. Excitement rushed through Debby's veins and she leaned forward, edge of her seat. She wasn't normally a fan of dragon fights but the energy of the stadium was electric.
"You will suck my cock while I watch the match," said Bice.
Goddess, no.
Diamond hard permafrost filled Debby's chest, a perfect mirror to the ice which ran through her collar. Unable to pause, unable to demure, she rose from her seat and fell to her knees in front of Bice. His tight leather pants clung to her legs and framed the terrifying bulge of his crotch. He undid a number of small metallic buttons and pulled his cock free. It hung in his hands, a long length of blood-filled flesh.
The collar pulled Debby forward. Her lips touched the bulbous crown. The flesh was warm like baking clay. She wanted to scream and run. She wanted to fight. Red filled her vision. Panic ran discordant riot through her body. None of that mattered.
Her lips opened all on their own, and she took the cock into her mouth. Her first cock. Her only cock. It tasted clean and filled her utterly, even though she only had the smallest amount inside her. Dragon screams and the roars of the crowd sounded behind her but she had her own world.
For a while, she just suckled on the head, milking it with pressure and the slightest of up and down motions. The collar seemed okay with this, only feeling slightly cold. Bice wanted more, however.
He laid his hands on her head and drew her down. She swallowed more of the cock, taking it deeper and deeper until it filled her mouth. It seemed impossible. Tears stung the corners of her eyes and she wanted to tear herself free, to run away and never again experience the Binding.
That wasn't a choice.
Bice guided her back up, then down again. She got the message and took up the motion on her own, though she avoided going quite as deep as Bice seemed to wish.
That simple, repetitive motioned seemed to go on forever, but finally she felt Bice's body start to tense under her. It was a subtle thing, a tightening of muscles and a shifting of blood. She could guess very well what it meant.
Bice placed his hands on her head again as he erupted. Salty sperm filled Debby's mouth – more than filled it. In that red filled moment, she thought she would drown. She tried to pull back, to escape and break free, but the collar held her frozen. A sickly mix of shame and forbidden lust ran through her as the cum filled her up. A small amount escaped her lips and dribbled down her chin.
Finally Bice stopped and guided her back off his cock. He met her angry, terrified eyes and smiled, the first real emotion she'd seem on his normally impassive face.
"Swallow," he said.
Ice cracked and broke in her chest, as if before a steam powered ice breaker. The collar broke any resistance she might offer and she did as bid. The sperm sunk down her gullet and into her stomach, were it boiled with queasy unease.
Around her, the crowd erupted into whooping claps. They weren't celebrating the match. A small circle of onlookers was completely focused on her. Debby wanted to die even as her sopping cunt boiled under the tiny skirt.
"You have fans, Debby," said Bice as he unclipped the leash form her collar. He then said the terrifying, the impossible and the unforgivable. "Why don't you pleasure them as you did me?"
It was a long three hours and by the end Debby's jaw was aching and drying cum smeared her face and hair. Her tube-top was ripped from one too many groping hands and one of her meaty breasts hung loose. Her skirt road up, showing her needy red cunt to anyone who looked.
She'd sucked off eight different men. She'd taken each cock deep in her mouth, tasted them, pleasured them and let them spend themselves in or on her. It was disgusting. It was terrifying. Part of her was secretly thrilled at her whorish acts.
The dragon fight ended in a home team victory. Fang, the Warlights' Iron Growler, lay on his back in surrender, soft underbelly on display. Winter stood preening over her defeated opponent and her rider stood on her back and waved.
While the crowd was still celebrating, Bice led Debby out of the stadium and down to the street. He called down a taxi and said, "Goddess's Grove," in his oddly soft voice.
This taxi driver was less talkative. He just grunted, slotted his cab into gear and took off.
Back at the temple, Bice stripped Debby of her meagre and now quite soiled clothes. She stood naked and shivering in the temple entrance way – breast and cunt bare, arousal on display. Priestesses and Priests gave her strange, knowing looks. Every one of them knew what the triple braided collar meant and that she'd agreed to every cruel fate which befell her.
For the remainder of the day, Bice continued Debby's obedience training. They practiced the positons she'd learned the day before: Bow, Tower, Spread, Attention and more.
Come the end of training and for what Bice named, "An acceptable day's achievements," he let her bathe. The temple had a small heated rock pool and the warm water soothed away all the grime from her body and made her feel more human than she had since she'd arrived.
After that treat, Bice returned Debby to the small chamber she's come to think of as her room. The bonfire burned in the centre and a number of burning braises stood in the corners. It wasn't time for her to sleep, however, for only a few minutes later, the High Priestess arrived.
Debby pulled herself into attention position and looked up at her visitor.
The High Priestess appeared as refined and regal as always, her beaten copper hair and bright green eyes vibrant. "You were right to come to us, Sister," she said.
Debby felt conflicted at the statement. At once it was reassuring to have her course of action affirmed but her own doubts had been growing.
"I have learned the Goddess has not set another path for you. The path she set for you is the one you now seek to walk. Only one thing stops you: fear. You fear the fire within you and others. You fear to be burned. You fear what the sharing of pleasures with mean and change."
Her eyes flashed and she strode to a brazier next to the wall. Debby turned to follow.
"Do not move or speak again until I give you an order," said the High Priestess and Debby's body froze as the collar chilled.
"You fear the fire because it is dangerous, Sister, but it is only as dangerous as we let it be." She waved her hand over the crackling flames before her. "Fire helps us. It cooks our food, heats our homes, powers our cities. And yes it is dangerous too. It burns us. It scars us. But we must not fear it."
She steeled herself and thrust both hands deep into the flames. Fire licked her skin, which turned red, then black. The High Priestess shook, arms twitching as she overrode her bodies innate desire to escape from pain.
Debby sat frozen and terrified. She wanted to scream for help. She wanted to leap to her feet and save the High Priestess from her pain. None of those options were open to her. All she could do was sit still and silent and the Priestess burnt herself alive.
"The goddess protects, Sister," said the High Priestess through gritted teeth. "Never forget." She withdrew her left hand from the flames. The skin was pristine and undamaged. "And what she does not protect, she heals." She withdrew and held up her right hand. Black scars and weeping red burns covered the skin. She closed her eyes, let out a breath and diffuse white light danced over her injuries. They healed before Debby's started eyes.
The High Priestess stepped back from the brazier and walked to the door. At the last moment she stopped and turned to Debby. "Your fire is the Goddess's gift, Sister. Give it freely and trust in Her and you shall not be burnt. You may move and speak now." With those words she swept away.
She left Debby with much to think about.
Ryn had begun to worry for her flatmate as soon as she'd left Debby at the Temple. It wasn't that she thought Debby was making a mistake or that she looked on her friends coming trails with any particular ill feeling. Indeed, thoughts of Debby's erotic torments were something of a not so secret thrill to her. But she did care for her friend and worried for the pain she might experience before the inevitable acceptance.
It was with some relief, there for, that she received a call from the Goddess's Office, four days after Debby's departure.
"Of course I'll come!" she said into the receiver. "Tonight at the Temple? I'll be there."
The event was still some hours off but Ryn set to getting ready. She showered, washed and dried her long black hair. She applied makeup, perfume and dressed in a stylish cocktail dress.
Come the appointed hour, she left the apartment and took the monorail to the Goddess's Grove. It was dark by the time she arrived and the bright white glow of street lamps lit the park like strung fairy lights.
She made her way to the temple in the centre of the Grove. Even with the late hours, the place bustled. Priests and Priestesses moved about and the beat of loud music echoed.
The High Priestess met her when she arrived. "Sister," she said and leaned forward, kissing Ryn's cheek. Ryn returned the gesture. "I'm glad you have come. Debby has requested your presence. She has elected to gift away her virginity to Priest Bice tonight. Please follow me."
The High Priestess led Ryn into the Temple. Debby met them in a small chamber off a large hall. She wore a simple white dress and a triple braided black collar.
"Ryn!" she cried and threw her arms around her friend. "I'm glad you came. Did you hear? I'm going to do it. The fire, I'm not scared. I will face it. The Goddess will protect."
"I'm so happy for you," said Ryn and hugged her friend back.
"They're ready for you," said a mousy Priestess from inside the chamber.
"Wish me luck," said Debby and gave Ryn one last hug.
"I will," said Ryn and Debby disappeared into the chamber.
"Let us take our places," said the High Priestess. Ryn nodded.
They arranged themselves with a crowd of onlookers before an altar. Behind that stood an immense statue of the Goddess in all her glory.
Debby stood bent over the altar, her white dress just covering her ass. From deep in the room, a drumbeat struck up. A priest approached her. He was tall and thick chested, with wild black-red tattoos across his chest. A very respectable cock bobbed before him and heavy balls hung below that. This would be Priest Bice, Ryn realised.
He approached Debby from behind and ran his hands across her cloth covered ass. She writhed under his touch, like a purring cat. He flipped the dress up and Ryn saw her friend's cunt. It was fat and red and clearly in great need.
"Please," said Debby in a voice infused with impossible longing. "Do it."
Bice struck home. His cock speared into her pussy, balls deep, and Debby let out a cry of pure pleasure. She rolled her hips, seeking for even more contact. Bice for his part grunted and started hammering away – a hard pounded stroke that made Ryn's knees weak just watching it. She wished her first time had been so skilful and filled with energy, not the quick unsatisfying affair it had been.
In and out, he went, and for such a long time and Ryn had to wonder at his stamina. Debby orgasmed again and again under his pounding, her body a puddle of exploding nerves and female pleasure. Finally Bice gave one final thunderous thrust and erupted into Debby's cunt. His ass muscles twitched five times and he pulled back. His cock glittered in the burning lights of the temple.
The opening act of the ceremony might have been over but there was much more to come. Debby changed position and more participants joined her on stage. The High Priestess sucked Bice's cock back to like and he took his place on the altar. Debby slowly lowered herself down onto his thrusting cock and groaned as she did. Other men approached her and she took them in her hands and mouth. It was an orgy of sexual pleasure and excitement.
"Am I beautiful?" gasped Debby as she bounced up and down on Bice's cock, two others in her hands. Cum stained her hair and glistened on her body.
Ryn reached down a flicked a loose strand of blonde hair from her friends face. She smiled. "Yes, Debby. You are as beautiful as I've ever seen you." She slipped off her black cocktail dress and joined in the fun. For long into the night they relished the pleasure of their bodies and the bodies of others. The terror of red bothered none of them at all.
The End
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