Cult of the Cock Ch. 05

***Natasha and I have entered the secret halls of the Cult of the Cock; we have been captured by the high priestesses of the cult, twelve shemale goddesses. Meanwhile, Amira is in the Chamber of Pain for having lead us here.***

"Since the beginning of civilisation, we have lived out of sight in these sacred halls. While the world of men was waging war and desecrating our Earth, we stayed down here, unseen, living in peace and love. The mystical power of this place draws people from around the world, people our great God deems worthy of his gifts, and here we test them. To the women, we bestow the gift of the cock, and to the men, the privilege to serve it."

"And who are you lot, then?" Natasha asked.

"We eleven - along with Amira, who you've already met - are the council. We defend and propagate our great cause; we use our gifts for the worship of our God. There are many like us in His service, but we are the oldest and most powerful guards of the sacred halls. My name is Zara, high priestess of our God."

"What happens now?" I asked.

"Now," Zara said with a triumphant smile, "you will undergo the ultimate test. There are many who are seized by the craving, but lack the willpower to submit their soul and body fully to the cock. Each of us will take our turn with you, and you will show us the extent of your devotion. Only when all of us are satisfied will you be inducted into our sacred number."

"That doesn't sound so bad," I said.

"No, it does not," Zara smiled, "but there are few who have the strength to survive this trial of passion; and even then, to renounce one's life in service to the cock, or to give up nature's gift of reproduction to become one of us, can be a high order."

"We're ready," Natasha said.

Zara smiled and passed her spear to the woman beside her. Closing her eyes and raising her arms to her sides, her armour suddenly dismantled itself and fell to the floor, revealing her radiant, naked body. I raised my eyes slowly from the ground, taking in her long, toned legs, with that beautiful caramel skin. Panning upwards, I settled on her gorgeous cock, which hung semi-erect between her legs, so long that it reached almost to her knees. Her huge, hairless balls swung as she started to approach me, her hips swaying as her large, round tits bounced gently. She parted her crimson lips as a glistening pink tongue lathered them so that they shone in the firelight.

I found myself gasping for breath and shuddering as she approached, my heart thudding, my skin flushing, my mouth salivating in anticipation of her warm, delicious meat. However, she walked straight past me and stopped in front of Natasha. She smiled down at me tauntingly as she put her hand on Natasha's head, prompting her to take her cock in her mouth. Zara purred deeply as Natasha slowly took the full length of her dick in her mouth, watching me squirm and beg for her. I was on all fours at this point, watching as Natasha slowly sucked off Zara, crawling to Zara's godly feet, grasping at her godly legs, planting reverent kisses up her thigh, on the side of her ass, and up the side of her toned belly.

Zara stroked my hair as I worshipped her body, waiting like a well-trained dog for her permission to move onto her cock. The hall was silent except for my rattling breathing, and Zara's moans of pleasure, and Natasha's hungry slurping, which weaved a symphony of ecstasy that was deafening and silent all at once.

I suddenly felt strong but gentle hands around my flanks, and I looked back to find another big-dicked goddess parting my cheeks and burying her beautiful face in my ass. Overwhelmed by the warm lapping at my hole, I flopped down, desperately nuzzling Zara's feet, inhaling her aroma, suckling on her toes, writhing in pleasure as my body convulsed and my cock grew unbearably hard. However, gentle hands lifted my chin until I was at eye-level with a third cock, standing rock hard and veiny just centimetres from my face, oozing a bead of pre-cum so close that I could smell it. I looked up to see a third goddess beaming down at me. Her tits were small and perky and pierced with silver bars; her hair was cut short on one side and swept in a black and purple wave across her head; she wore several rings and studs in each ear, connected by a thin silver chain to the large ring in her septum. I looked at her pleadingly and she nodded.

She giggled as I lurched forward hungrily and started devouring her cock, sucking the long, thick organ as deep as I could. Meanwhile, I felt the tongue retreat from my asshole, only to be replaced by the unmistakable, insistent pressure of a cock. My eyes bulged as I felt the full length of a thick cock slide inside me, stop for a second, and then slowly pull out. I desperately grasped at the punk-goddess's leg to keep my body from collapsing in pleasure as the dick in my ass started pumping slowly. Each gentle thrust sent ripples through my body and filled me with the unique thrill of feeling your body opened up, stretched, adapting. I bobbed on the cock in my mouth desperately as the gentle gyrating in my ass developed into a rhythmic pounding that shook my body.

While I sucked, I looked up to check on Natasha's progress. She was still sucking Zara's throbbing girl-cock, while another goddess knelt down and scrawled the words "DO NOT TOUCH" across her belly, with an arrow pointing to her sopping wet pussy. Then, with her pussy out of bounds, she got Natasha on her hands and knees and started to ease her way in. Natasha whined as the goddess slowly sank her fat cock into her asshole. Her body slowly swallowed up the entire length until the goddess's big, meaty balls were pressed against her ass. My view was obscured as the punk-goddess thrust her ass in my face, making me lick her tasty, puckered hole as I kept being fucked, but I could hear Natasha's cries, syncopated with the loud, rhythmic slapping of a cock destroying her ass.

I suddenly cried out as the goddess behind me spanked my ass hard, before grabbing my flanks and ploughing into me harder and harder. I grit my teeth as my ass was destroyed, but the punk-goddess pried my jaw open and started fucking my face. Soon, she reached orgasm, her massive she-cock spurting eight hot strings of thick, white cum across my face. I looked up pleadingly as I took a violent ass-fucking, but the punk-goddess just slapped me before pushing my head into the floor. She pressed my face into the ground with her foot as the goddess behind me ravaged me harder than ever. My cries of pleasure mixed with involuntary tears as my ass was mercilessly ravaged, and my two benefactors tenderised me with leather whips.

Finally, the cock in my ass throbbed violently and shot rope after rope of hot seed deep inside me. As it slid out of my gaping asshole, I fell to the floor, weak and unsupported. I could see Natasha getting fucked by a big, black, muscular goddess who was ploughing her to within an inch of her life as she flopped around, helpless and quivering, as she went through a series of orgasms so intense and so frequent that they blended into one, long shockwave of pleasure. Meanwhile, a tall, lean girl covered from head to toe in intricate tattoos was fucking Natasha's throat. The goddess came with a ferocious scream, and as I lay there, sore, trembling, weak, leaking and defeated, I watched her cum in Natasha's mouth so that her huge, sticky load came pouring out of her nose.

I crawled towards her, weak and trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, but was pulled back suddenly. A big, powerful goddess was dragging me across the floor by the hair. I struggled, but she pulled me to my feet in front of a red velvet sofa, where another goddess was waiting, her huge cock erect. Several hands coerced me to mount her, and I groaned loudly as I sank all the way down on her massive dick. I whimpered in pleasure as she slowly fucked me cowgirl-style, and eagerly accepted a dick in my mouth to pacify my moans. Looking up, I realised I was sucking off Zara, who smiled at me and encouraged me to pleasure two more cocks with my hands. Getting into the rhythm of it all, I started eagerly bouncing on one cock while frantically jerking off two others, all while my face was being fucked. But then I felt another set of hands holding me, and the unmistakeable pressure of a second cock struggling to enter me. I tried to turn around and look, but Zara held me by the throat, choking me as she fucked my mouth with a comforting smile.

As the second cock kept pushing, trying to gain access, I sucked and jerked with renewed vigour; but then, as it finally cleared my sphincter and the head popped in besides my current occupant, I suddenly went limp, my body overwhelmed as it tried to adapt to the challenge. The second goddess sank her cock balls-deep into me, so there were two cocks filling me entirely with their throbbing girth. Slowly, they both started to fuck me, their huge dicks jostling inside my asshole, which coursed with pleasure. I groaned with each thrust, relishing the feeling of two cocks twitching and thrusting as they rubbed together. I sucked slowly and passionately on Zara's cock as my hands, as if acting on their own, stroked two more godly cocks. It took time, but my body adapted, and soon the two cocks in my ass were thrusting vigorously, pounding my guts with their joint power. Meanwhile, Zara was violating my face, making me gag and slobber as her hard cock forced itself into my throat. My body was stretched to its physical limits, barely managing to withhold the physical toll of being fucked so hard.

I was in a state of exhilarating pain and agonising pleasure, throwing myself around like a wild, naked, sweating animal as these goddesses utilised me like a sleeve of flesh. I was surrounded on all sides by the sounds of moans and heavy breathing, of the noises of slapping thighs and cracking whips, of the heady smell of cum and sweat and pheromones, and the taste on my tongue of a thick, divine cock. I barely noticed when I came, my cock dribbling as it swung around uselessly. But above all else, I understood; despite the pain, the humiliation, and the discomfort, I felt a whole other level of pleasure as I assumed my role of servitude. I understood that this was my test. I understood that this was the only way of measuring my devotion to the cock, that if I backed out now, it was only for lack of total surrender. And so I sucked, jerked and fucked with an animalistic rage, emptying Zara's balls all over my face, followed by two more loads from the goddesses I was jerking off. More cocks swiftly replaced them, fucking my face until I received three more warm, tasty loads. My face was red with effort, with six loads of creamy cum painted across it, mingling with my saliva and my involuntary tears of pain.

Finally, after an eternity, the two goddesses fucking me approached orgasm. I felt them tense up as they ravaged me with the blind fury of a runner entering the home stretch. I was liquid in their arms as my body just lay there and accepted its destruction. They came simultaneously - by chance or by some magic, I don't know - and I sat up in shock, my eyes bulging, as I was pumped full of their seed. Its creamy warmth spread deep into me, filling me, seeking out every recess of my body, as the two cocks twitched and slowly softened inside me, allowing my asshole to relax at last. The cocks then slid out of me, and a massive flood of cum gushed from my gaping hole. Zara caught it in her cupped hands, and I eagerly drank deeply, enjoying my warm, creamy reward.

I lay there a long time on the sofa, surrounded by eight naked shemale goddesses who caressed me, kissed me, and whispered sweet words in my ear. I was so spent, my body unresponsive, my ass hurting and tingling with pleasure, while a great warmth and satisfaction spread through me. As I lay there, the goddesses had me clean off their cocks, and I worshipped their godly bodies from the soles of their feet to their big, round tits. We watched as Natasha kept getting fucked. The big black shemale was fucking her up the shitter, choking her with the crook of her muscular arm while she pounded her from behind. Meanwhile the other three goddesses were circling like hyenas, whipping and caning any exposed flesh while they jerked their cocks hungrily. Her torso was covered in livid red marks, and her tits were scarlet with abuse, but she kept fucking with ferocity, taking her anal beating very well and even pushing back against the cock to take it even deeper. She came twice in the short period that I was able to watch, and her thighs ran constantly with her pussy juice. Finally, the big shemale finished inside Natasha, who collapsed into the other goddess's hands. They carried her and lay her down beside me, where I held her and comforted her. She was shuddering from pleasure and the physical toll of her fucking, and her shit-hole was leaking a huge load of cum.

"So, did we pass?" I asked hopefully.

"Not so fast," the punk-goddess said.

"Why not?" Natasha argued.

"A member of our order is not present," Zara said.

"We must confer with Amira," the big, black goddess growled.

"To the chamber of pain!" Zara cried.

We walked down a labyrinth of tunnels, the goddesses in their armour, and us mere mortals wrapped in blankets. The tunnels went on for an eternity, and were lined with burning torches and intricate mosaics bearing the symbol of the Cult. After a while, I could hear the distant sound of screams carried on the light breeze that blew through the tunnels. It grew louder as we continued, echoing around; a high-pitched cry of pain, mingled with cries of incredible pleasure.

At last we reached the chamber of pain. Here, the screams rang loudly in a great stone hall, which was ringed, similarly to the previous hall, with the statues of twelve big-dick shemale goddesses; only now, they bore horns and devilish talons, along with pitchforks and whips, and evil looks on their faces. In the centre of the hall was Amira. I gasped at her state; she was on all fours on the floor, crying out and moaning as a huge mechanical arm, which came out of the wall, fucked her up the ass with a piston-like motion. The arm ended in a massive dildo which ravaged Amira's butthole with its unrelenting mechanical power. Around her stood several women dressed in black cloaks which bore the symbol of the Cult, as well as high leather boots, studded leather gloves and a series of chains and spiked bracelets. They circled Amira as the machine punished her, lashing her over and over with knotted leather whips, covering her bare back in livid red welts. Their faces were heavily tattooed into a devilish grimace, and pierced all over with a hundred studs, and as they screamed in some forgotten language, urging Amira to atone for her sin, forked tongues showed through their pointed metal teeth.

"This is wrong," I told Zara.

"My child, you don't know what you're talking about," she said. "The chamber of pain treads expertly the fine line between pleasure and suffering. Those in our order who slip up are sent here to test their loyalty, to remember why they serve. Amira can stop this at any time. All she has to do is say the word. But she won't; she would give everything she has to serve, and true pleasure exists on this fine line, where every atom of one's body is submitted to the Cock. Listen."

I listened to Amira's cries of mingled pain and pleasure.

"Make it go harder!" she cried out. "Punish me harder! Fuck my slutty little ass and punish me for being a stupid whore!"

The priestesses smiled wickedly as the piston started fucking Amira's ass even harder. Howling their twisted imprecations, they whipped her harder as one of them pulled open her robe and started fucking Amira's throat with a massive, veiny cock.

"Whip me harder!" she cried out, spluttering for breath. "I deserve it. Punish me! ... plus, it feels so fucking good!"

With that, she came, dribbling a load of cum on the floor as her body was rocked back and forth by the machine. Soon after, the priestess fucking her mouth came down her throat. As the company stepped into the hall, the machine grinded to a halt, and the punishing priestesses instantly fell to one knee and bowed their heads. Amira spluttered and wiped away tears as she dislodged herself from the dildo. The other goddesses helped her up and accepted her into the group, wrapping her up in a robe. She was glowing, flushed and sweaty, and gave me a weak smile as her legs trembled from her punishment and the aftershock of a series of orgasms.

"Did they make it?" she asked.

"They passed the trials," Zara said. "We can go now, and make it official."

Natasha and I sighed in relief. Amira, already looking stronger, smiled proudly. The group set off, back down the tunnels. As Amira walked, one of the punishing priestesses followed behind and placed her plumed helmet on her head. Amira cast off her robe and stood, naked; instantly, a wave of metal rippled across her body, assembling itself into a suit of armour and restoring her to the splendour of a goddess.

Back in the hall, surrounded by the powerful statues of the goddesses, Amira had me kneel down as Zara passed her a long, glimmering sword. I breathed heavily as she laid it on one shoulder and then the next, and said: "I name you Knight of the Obelisk; it is the greatest honour a man can receive in the service of our God. You are the first line in the service of the High Priestesses of the Sacred Hall. Rise now, Knight of the Obelisk."

I rose, and Amira smiled proudly at me.

"And you," she said. "Natasha, my dear daughter. Out of the darkness I have seen you come, and out of ignorance I have seen you grow into a rightful priestess of our order. I name you Priestess of the Sacred Hall, and grant you the gift of our God."

And saying this, she raised her sword and stuck it into the ground. There was a great rumble as the earth shook; above on the surface, in the town, the obelisk shot a beam of electricity into the sky. A pale mist rose from the stone itself, gathering around our ankles and rising up to engulf us completely. For a while, everything was white as the earth rumbled and sparks of electricity shot around the hall like lightning in a cloudy sky. But then it calmed, and the earth grew still as the mist dissolved. Natasha stood there, breathing heavily, the last tatters of mist melting off her body. We all looked in anticipation as she slowly pulled down her towel and then threw it to the ground.

And there, in the glow of the fires stood Natasha, her hot little body radiant and powerful as she revealed a cock hanging between her legs. It was little, but as Amira explained, it would grow as she served, until it became like her own. Fascinated, I inspected her cock, touching it up and down its length, and cradling her little lady-scrotum. It was small, hanging higher up than her ballsack, but it was a cock, alright - where she had once had a vagina, some undeniable magic had given her a cock.

Natasha looked at me with sheer glee; this is what we had been working towards this whole time. I felt her little she-cock harden in my hand, and pulled back her foreskin to reveal the purple-ish head.

"We're going to have so much fun," she said with a smile. "I'm going to give you so much pleasure."

And with that, I took Natasha's little cock in my mouth and sucked her miraculous gift, eager to taste her first ever load of girl-cum.