Altered Genesis Ch. 11

Dean was glad that he entered during the ritual of ascendancy. With all phones trained on the spectacle in the middle of the room, nobody seemed to notice him.

For we are Dibella's chosen people

A sisterhood set apart for Her purpose

Taking pleasure and pride in crushing evil

Our men are our finest prize of all

By their virtues, the Goddess is glorified

Through our holiness they hear Dibella's call

In Her pleasure the holy sisterhood abides

As the song ended, Dean put his head down again and continued working. The ritual of ascendancy was only half way, Dean prayed that the coven would remain enthralled by the spectacle for a few more moments and ignore him. The chime of his loin cloth bells were no longer mercifully masked by the singing.

Despite growing up as a Dibellan, he knew nothing of this ritual until working at the club. After working at Lakshmi's palace that old hymn would never sound the same to him again.

According to domina Lakshmi, the club had been facilitating these religious ceremonies for decades, but they had become much more popular in the last few years.

"It's not something they like to tell their boys about," she said.

The MC returned to the microphone.

"Wow, Judy! Isn't she amazing ladies!?"

The crowd erupted in applause and screaming.

"Hahaha oh Goddess they are both hard!" one nearby voice blurted out.

"Old Judy sure knows how to bring them to heel!"

"See! Boys love a firm hand," one lady said to her neighbour

The screams and applause were almost deafening. As femme repositioned themselves to get a clearer shot.

"Femme power!"

"Go Judy!"

The room erupted in laughter and applause. Dean had just one more table to go. He glanced up just long enough to see one lady with a hand on her mouth, looking to her friend in disbelief.

Dean was frantically clearing plates from the last table. He could practically smell the simmering arousal in the air and couldn't bare to watch.

The MC returned to the mic, "Judy's ascendancy is confirmed by riding and milking these bucks! She will demonstrate that she knows how to control her men and can teach them their proper place in accordance with Dibella's will. In the ritual of ascendancy, we celebrate Judy's conquest of her fiancé Garnet by witnessing her prowess with these firm young bucks.

In the coven, only men are bound by a vow of fidelity. Tonight Judy demonstrates the sexual freedom of a noble sister of the coven and we take our time to appreciate the lovely gift that boys are."

Dean had to lean over the table to reach a cup in the centre. He felt his loin cloth lift and fall onto the small of his back along with the unmistakable chime of the bell.

"Oh my, somebody's eager for a milking!" An elderly voice came from behind.

The voice was met with a chorus of nearby chuckles.

Dean tried to stand up but the hand of a person much larger than him pushed his chest back to the table.

"No! Spread em like a good boy."

Dean fought again only to feel a second hand on him. This time his chest never even got off the table.

WHACK!

Pain shot through his buttocks and seared through his body. This was more than an erotic spanking, this strike had a punitive sting of anger that only comes when a femme is giving it her all.

WHACK!

"Aaarrggh!"

Dean betrayed himself with a groan of agony, no doubt drawing more attention to his plight. He shifted his stance wide, praying that he wouldn't endure another blow.

"Good boy that's what we like to see! Look at that perfect ass!"

"Great legs too," another said.

Dean felt cold steel against his butt as his g-string was severed by a steak knife. His balls received a painful tug as his pouch was ripped clean off from between his legs.

"Look at those gorgeous balls. There must be so much nectar in there! I've got a real treat for this perfect ass," she taunted.

Dean looked to his left to see a crowd of smiling faces looking on. Even in his fear and panic he could feel the blood rushing to his loins.

"Look at how overdue he his for a milking!" She grabbed his balls a pulled them back through his legs as she slapped his ass with a rubber dildo.

"Do it Gwen! Take that seed!"

"Yeah come on Gwen!"

Dean was in shock. His balls were so full that they ached and caused him constant pain, so the prospect of being milked sounded great. Ever since he started working for the supreme sisters the only way that the pressure could be released from his balls was via prostate milking, but even that wouldn't give him an orgasm. Part of him wanted it, just for his balls to feel normal again. But Domina Lakshmi would fire him if he ever milked himself. Boys with big balls always earn more so it was a condition of his employment.

Dean stopped fighting.

"Surely being assaulted doesn't count, right?" he thought.

He felt the wet dildo at his entrance and noticed that his cock was shamefully hard.

"Look how much he wants it! The boy has a serious case of pussy envy!"

The ladies all laughed.

PSSZZZTCCH

"Aaagghh!" the hand suddenly left his back and his assailant dropped to the floor.

"Hands off the waiters!" Tina's voice boomed at the crowd and they feel silent.

"Vicky, take her outside and don't let her back in," she added confidently.

She softly lifted Dean off the table.

"Are you okay Deany?"

He nodded sombrely and picked up his tub.

"Come now let me walk you back to the kitchen."

"Thank you," he murmured with his head to the floor.

He was glad to have been spared the humiliation.

After taking the dishes back to the kitchen, Tina walked him to his private booth. There he would spend time with clients who were willing to pay extra for one on one time.

"Thank you so much Tina."

"Hey. I only wish I could have gotten there earlier."

"It's been a tough night for me. Could you please make sure that none of the ladies bring paddles or crops into the booth."

Tina sighed.

"You know they are going to complain to the boss and it's going come back to me. I just can't sweetie. Sing out if they get too rough."

"Wait please. I'll make it worth your while."

He licked his lips suggestively and drew near to his saviour. Looking up into her towering eyes. She wasn't an attractive femme by any measure, her face was marred by a large scar from an old street fight. But after what she had just done for him, he didn't care. The way that she protected him stirred his loins just little.

"I'm listening," she whispered.

"Come into my booth and I'll show you my deep gratitude."

As Dean lead her into booth 8, he heard the unmistakable sound of lady cumming in the booth next door.

"Oh yeah! Good boy! Yes! That's it! Swallow it all for mommy!"

After closing the curtain, Dean started dancing to the baseline as he stripped naked. It was another song by some femme supremacist. He didn't care much for lyrics but the melody really got him in the mood.

He knelt down and started unbuttoning her dress at the front.

Tina put a large confident hand behind his head.

"Do a good job and give me a ride and I'll think about it," she whispered breathlessly.

It was going to be a long and messy night.