In an instant, Lynda’s mind went blank, replaced with the knowledge of who this woman was, and what this woman wanted, needed, and expected. She knelt down and bowed her head. “How may I serve you, my Goddess?”
The Goddess gestured to command her new servant to stand, which Lynda did wordlessly. Lynda stood upright, her hands hanging limply by her sides, as the Goddess quickly assessed the role Lynda would play in her quest. After a moment, the goddess snapped her fingers, and Lynda accepted her duty.
As Lynda removed her bra and panties, she intoned, “I shall be your voice, my Goddess. I shall enlighten the masses on your behalf.”
The Goddess lowered her left hand and held it a few inches away from the exposed skin between her servant’s legs. Lynda closed her eyes and let a low hum escape from her lips. The pleasure, the warmth, the beauty surrounded her and she was powerless to do anything but surrender to it. She opened her mouth and let out a gasp followed by a low, drawn-out squeal.
If this was the reward for simply dedicating herself to her Goddess, she knew that she must share the Goddess’s teachings for even greater rewards.
“It is time to begin the process of enlightenment, my Goddess. Do you wish to demonstrate your love now, or do I need to go before you?”
The Goddess placed her hands on her hips and stared at Lynda, who immediately knew the answer. Lynda calmly turned around and walked back towards the sanctuary where her friends were starting to grow concerned for her.
After Irene and Alyssa recounted what Lynda had done, the two men decided they needed to search for their friend. Ron and Pete had nearly reached the door in the back of the sanctuary, when Lynda calmly walked back in.
The two men jumped back, first startled by the return of their friend, but then in greater shock at her complete lack of clothing.
“What’s going on, Lynda? Where’re your clothes and what’s that you’re carrying?” insisted Alyssa, pointing to the bowl of water from the sitting room where they had changed their clothes.
Pete tried to divert his eyes. Lynda had already chastised him once for staring at her tonight, and he didn’t want to cause any further trouble.
Lynda walked past all four of her friends and stood near the altar at the front of the sanctuary. The Goddess had entrusted her with a mission, and soon it would be time to carry it out.
In the ensuing silence, Lynda stood motionless as the four others cautiously approached her, occasionally glancing back and forth at each other, unsure of what to do next. Lynda finally spoke, her tone devoid of emotion, especially for the word choice. “There is such beauty here.”
Alyssa stepped forward and placed her hands defiantly on her hips. “Fuck, Lynda! What’re you talking about? Where’d you go? We were worried about you! Why’re you naked? Aren’t you cold?” A flash of lightning momentarily distracted her.
“The Goddess protects us all,” was Lynda’s cryptic response. Seeing the confusion on Alyssa’s face, Lynda continued, “Unleash your inner goddess and you shall understand.”
“My inner… goddess?”
“All females should embrace their inner goddess. All males should revere the goddesses.”
With a mixture of confusion and fear, Alyssa stepped back, almost losing her balance and bumping into her other friends.
Ron started to laugh, causing Pete and Irene to glare at him. Feeling his friends’ reproachful glances, he hurriedly explained himself. “Sorry. I’m not really trying to offend anyone, it’s just that, you know, I’m supposed to revere this goddess? Alyssa, Irene, do you know your inner goddess?”
Neither Irene nor Alyssa spoke. Alyssa wanted to say that she didn’t, but she took a deep breath and decided she’d feel safer just by keeping quiet.
Ron stepped closer to Alyssa, facing Lynda. “I think Alyssa here doesn’t know how to embrace her goddess. Maybe you could show her, and then I’ll see whether her goddess deserves my reverence.”
A look of panic spread across Alyssa’s face as Lynda responded. “Fair enough. All goddesses deserve reverence, but you shall soon learn this fact for yourself.”
A loud crack of thunder from outside filled the air and the candles flickered madly.
Alyssa turned to run, but lost her footing and fell to the ground. Lynda casually approached her, setting the bowl of water on the floor next to where Alyssa lay, and helped her to her feet.
Seeing the look on Alyssa’s face, Lynda spoke calmly, quietly, reassuringly. “Be not afraid. Your inner goddess will be your guide, and she will not lead you astray.”
Lynda knelt down and covered both of her hands in the water from the bowl. She raised her left hand and placed it on top of Alyssa’s head, much like the way a faith healer would attempt to channel mystical powers to cure the lame. Alyssa opened her mouth to express her shock and discomfort at this, but no sounds came out. Instead, her eyes simply focussed on the pressure and moisture from Lynda’s hand. She didn’t notice Lynda’s right hand reaching forward to a spot between her thighs.
Even through her clothes, Alyssa felt a jolt of energy in her sex, radiating throughout her entire body. Her inner goddess had been awakened, and needed to be embraced. Lynda was right: there was nothing to fear. The men shall bow before her inner goddess. She knew and understood her mission, and, using both hands, moved Lynda’s hand away.
She then calmly, casually, removed all of her clothes and turned to face Ron. Here was a man who had said he only wanted to be friends with her, in spite of her clear and stated interest. She smiled as she recognized that he was staring at her body. “Do you like what you see?”
Ron’s breaths began to quicken. He wanted to say something, but all he could find the energy to do, was to stare, slack-jawed, at her form, and the beauty he had simply never seen before.
Alyssa heard Lynda’s voice behind her. “Show him your goddess.”
Alyssa stepped closer to Ron, put her hands on his shoulders, and pushed down. In an instant, Ron fell to his knees before her. She ran her fingers through his hair as she pushed his face towards her warm and eager slit.
Ron opened his mouth and began to nibble and lick all around Alyssa’s sex. He felt a haze overtake his thoughts; he remembered the first time he had ever seen a naked woman and how much he felt in awe of her body, thankful that someone would be kind enough to share her body with him. Back then, there was a cautious enthusiasm to his movements. Tonight, he relived the enthusiasm, leaving the caution in the recesses of memory.
Alyssa tipped her head back and closed her eyes. Lynda noticed the wide grin and spoke, “That’s it. Give in to your goddess. Males exist for our pleasure, no more, no less.”
A powerful and drawn out rumble of thunder shook the walls. At exactly the same moment, Alyssa let out a low moan as Ron, in his act of worship, brought her to orgasm.
Alyssa’s knees grew weak as she fell backwards into Lynda’s arms. Lynda casually lowered her to the floor and put her hand on Ron’s shoulder. “That’s enough, supplicant.”
Ron placed his hands on his knees as he remained in a kneeling position before Alyssa’s quivering body, his eyes vacant and blank.
Once Ron fell under Lynda’s spell, Irene backed away, thinking that she might be better off in the driving rain than in here. Pete, on the other hand, found himself strangely drawn into the sight of his friend going down on Alyssa.
Lynda knelt beside Alyssa and addressed her directly. “Tell me about this male. Did he satisfy your inner goddess?”
“Yesssss.”
“Shall I search his mind for his desires?”
“Yes.”
“If it can be satisfied, shall I allow his desires to become reality?”