Temple of Lust Ch. 02: The Training

Lana approached the bowl with caution as it recalled less than pleasant memories from recent past. She carefully repeated the gesture as she did in the lecture hall, dipping her finger in more than she had planned, blaming her shaking hand. She went to wipe the remaining goo on her robe, only to remember it wasn't there. She eventually just wiped it on her thigh, figuring she was already soiled by the stuff anyway.

They continued into a giant, church-like hall, big enough to accommodate every sister in the temple, rows of tightly fit benches filling the space, facing a masterpiece of an altar. The windows were all stained in a fashion classic to the sanctum, the motifs always containing someone naked, usually women with nun hoods covering their heads. At the far end, right above the altar, was a figure much identical to the one on the baptistery window, white skinned, white haired with red eyes, which was none other than Ilaraan herself. The only depiction Lana had ever seen.

As they continued into the shrine, to the group of women sitting in the front rows, they were stopped by a sister, informing them the front row benches were meant for the senior priestesses only. As they sat down in the end line, Lana noticed the unoccupied seats in the front had a fixed familiar brass objects protruding from them, longer and thicker than the one inside her.

When they all sat down, Mother Myraan stood at the altar and began the prayer. They all lowered their heads and clasped their fingers as she finished speaking, reciting the prayer in steady voices.

After the prayer concluded, the shrine gradually emptied as everyone headed to the refectory for dinner. A select few sisters tasked with cleaning had stayed behind to wipe and rinse the brass phalluses after the senior priestesses left.

That evening at the dormitory, Lana and Petra hadn't spoken much. They tried, but every attempt at conversation ended with mumbled hmms or shaking of heads at questions neither of them wanted to answer.

The next morning started with labors they were assigned. After half a day of laundry and an unsatiating lunch came the first session of the priestess's training.

The group of novices gathered in a spacious room devoid of any furniture. All windows were stained, albeit without rich decorative motives and the entire far wall consisted of mirrors. The dark, wooden floor was covered in stains, scorings and patches of unevenly colored space that suggested there had once been furniture, but has been recently, if not frequently, moved around. What was in its place now was a row of large, brass phalluses screwed firmly into the floorboards, spanning from one end of the room to another. Several priestesses awaited them inside, among them none other than Gertha.

Everyone's attention was fixed on the dildos, so they failed to notice the menacing priestess step forward, facing them.

"Welcome in the training hall," she spoke and all eyes snaped to her. "Or one of them. You will be spending a lot of time here in the coming years."

She circled the room, scanning each of the disciples present. When her eyes fell on Lana, she could swear she saw her stop for half a second longer before she moved on.

"The training of a priestess is the most essential part of your journey to become one. You will have a lot in order to be a valuable member of our ranks. Not just for exorcism, but worship too. Make no mistake, what you are about to learn is not simply about expelling demons and fiends: the training for those tasks is long and difficult, and not all of you will succeed. Only a handful of you will become a missionary and some might never become a senior sister at all. The rest of you will be expected to master at least a portion of our teaching however, to perform your duties withing the walls of our temple and live the proper way of an Ilaraan's devout.

"The most imperative part of it all is gaining absolute control of your body. To resist the temptations of the darkness, but to also learn to properly worship our patron goddess, you will be required to learn to ignore the pleasures of the flesh... as well as to give them."

"Each take your place before one of the members!" she said alas.

Lana, too hazy to figure out what she was doing, followed few of the nervously wandering novices from the crowd and before she noticed it, she ended up standing between them and before her own brass penis. She gazed at the thing and her heart began to quicken. It was twice the size of the one she had in her now, very similar in fact, to the ones the senior priestesses sat on during the prayer.

"Disrobe!" came the next order.

Lana had expected it, but that didn't make following the instruction any easier. With shaky hands, she slipped her robe off, keeping the hood and the pendant, not that she was allowed to remove the pendant if she wanted to.

The younger priestesses in the room began to roam the room, unlocking each and every disciple's belt. The girls all made a relieved sound as they let their restraints fall to the ground and began hesitantly removing their dildos.

One of the girls near Lana reached behind for her plug, only for her hand to be harshly slapped away by Gertha's cane.

"For this exercise you will need your vaginas," she informed, "not your anuses."

That settled it then. Even though Lana knew precisely what awaited her, hearing it sent a shiver down her spine. She didn't know whether she could even take the whole thing. Not accounting for the small dildo, the furthest she had ever gone were her fingers... or someone else's.

Realizing the room around her followed suit, she looked for Petra. The last time she had seen her friend without the nun's garments was during the baptism and that wasn't exactly the most pleasant moment for her. Plus, she had been wearing the belt then. She soon found that she stood about six people to her right and had, to Lana's interest, ditched her hood, revealing her red hair. Her thin body was shaved clean like the rest of them, and her face and chest were covered in freckles.

Slowly lowering her gaze, Lana found that a small mark was appearing on Petra's lower abdomen. She immediately checked herself, but found that hers was still invisible, as it should be. Petra was looking awkwardly to the ground, masking her discomfort behind hard, almost defiant gaze, but she caught her looking inquisitively around at her fellow sisters.

When Gertha spoke again, she uttered a single, dreaded word: "Kneel!"

All the sisters slowly fell down to their knees before their respective members. It was even scarier up close. Kneeling down, the thing reached nearly up to Lana's belly button and was thicker than two of her fingers.

"Today, we are going to start with the very basics," Gertha continued. "The first step before servicing a male's member is proper lubrication. Before we continue, I want you to first get your phalluses ready by lubricating them."

One of the novices half-raised her hand hesitantly. When Gertha nodded, she said quietly: "But there is nothing to use for that."

"You have everything you need at your disposal, Sister. To start, I want you to use your saliva."

About half the room looked like they have any idea where to start. The rest, which included Lana, had no notion of what they were supposed to do. She settled for watching nearby girls and how they were doing it. The tan, raven-haired girl unsurprisingly turned out to have a decent picture, so she tried to take in what she could.

First Lana hesitantly leaned above the brass rod and carefully released what little liquid she had managed to pool in her mouth. A string of spit remained connecting her bottom lip to the phallus and so she was forced to reluctantly touch it and wipe it against the cold metal. She quickly realized it would be best for her if the thing was not only wet but also warmed up a little, so she tried to accumulate as much saliva as she could before spitting it on the phallus. Only, she had miscalculated and almost let it fall to the ground, only saving the spit by catching it with cupped hands.

She shivered as the gooey substance pooled in her palms and barely suppressed the reflex to shake off her hands. Instead, she brought the liquid to the member before her and let it drip onto it, massaging it until it was completely drenched in her saliva.

"It would be best if you started," Gertha spoke up suddenly and Lana raised her head to watch.

It turned out that Petra hadn't touched her respective phallus at all, simply staring at it with a look of poorly repressed scorn. She didn't raise her head when she looked up at Gertha, eyeing her hostilely through her brows, yet remaining bowed, not daring to be openly defiant. In the end, her friend relented and after a few tries she awkwardly let out a dribble of spit onto the rod until Gertha seemed to have lost her interest.

"Now, everyone, mount your members!"

That long awaited command sent shivers down Lana's spine. Glancing down at the metal shaft was making her insides clench. It was far larger than what she thought she could fit in, and if the small one she had received was anything to go by, it was going to stretch her like worn panties. Not that she was likely to see one of those ever again...

Once more, completely amateurish, she observed how her adjacent Sisters were going about it. Mirroring their approach, she shuffled forward on her knees to position her entrance above the phallus. She took half a dozen deep breaths to steady herself and swallowed emptily before slowly lowering herself onto the shaft.

As soon as the cold tip touched her lips, she had to suppress a reflex to jump straight up. Her heart raced as she steeled herself and with gritted teeth let the thick head breach her opening, forcing apart the delicate flesh of her tunnel. She let out a soft sound she couldn't identify while the first inch of the dreaded dildo stretched her walls unlike anything before. Not that she had a lot to compere to.

Gradually she lowered her hips down, one breath at a time, until she felt the thing press against her cervix, reaching her limit. There was still some length left so she settled on her knees, sitting on her feet at such an angle it left some space underneath her, so she wouldn't accidentally hurt herself if her legs gave out.

The nervousness had left her numb to the whole experience, feeling the cold and not much else. Myriad sounds filled the room as the novice disciples struggled with their ordeal, gasping, moaning or squealing at the rods' merciless touch.

Tall mirrors lined the wall ahead of them, giving Lana a perfect view of herself impaled on the golden rod, her petite, naked breasts rising and falling with her deep breaths, swaying the chains dangling from the disks on her nipples. The nun hood framing her face did little to conceal the face she recognized as herself, yet she felt distant from the person it was attached to. As if a stranger had been acting through her form. A feeling more familiar to her than to most.

"Pray!" Gertha commanded suddenly.

The squirming sisters seemed to have trouble comprehending her order, looking bemused at the older priestess, while some didn't react at all, their focus absorbed by their awkward predicament.

"The most important part of Ilaraan's worship: you shall never talk to our patron with empty orifices! The goddess would despise such insolence as trying to speak to her without enduring the ordeal she has to bear at all times... should your words ever reach her."

Lana would have found the insight fascinating had she had the presence of mind to mull it over properly. As she was, she merely clasped her hands and started mumbling the verses they had memorized the day earlier.

Whispers filled the room as over two dozen sisters recited their prayers in unsynchronized fashion, each at their own tempo, sometimes disrupted by a quiet moan.

"Move your hips!" came an order.

Lana stopped to process the sentence, then, after gathering the courage, she awkwardly began to grind on the shaft, slowly swaying her waist forward and back, the only way she knew how. The movement was creating a discomfort as the hard member wouldn't move along with her, only pressing into her deepest folds as she awkwardly moved around.

She watched through the mirrors as the other sisters started to bounce and grind as well, hoping to gain some idea how to go about it. Unsurprisingly, the tan girl with raven hair was the most enthusiastic about it, her hips rising and falling in quick, fluid motions, which could only come from copious experience. The chains on her breasts made circles in the air and her mark was becoming clearly visible on her skin.

The lash came as quickly and unexpectedly as a bolt from the blue. When Gertha's cane struck her bountiful buttocks, the shock was enough to disrupt her tempo and the mark abruptly faded into almost nothing.

"You are not doing this for your own gratification," Gertha reminded her. "The worship of our goddess doesn't consist of pleasuring oneself. Carnal delights are an act of prayer. The way of the priesthood entails giving up you own satisfaction in favor of proving our devotion -- as well as accomplishing our ultimate goal."

The young sisters had unwittingly stopped or slowed down their "worship" as they listened to Gertha's speech. When the Amazonian priestess turned their attention back to them, they all returned to their bouncing and humping.

Finding her own technique not as efficient as it was with a pillow, Lana tried to change her approach. Having witnessed her compatriots, she switched from grinding back and forth to rising and falling in brief but intense motions. The difference was like night and day, the hard, non-responsive member sliding in and out while forcefully stretching her walls, causing a powerful mix of sensations rather than poking her awkwardly.

Pain was the most prevalent amongst the feeling she received, her abused orifice having never before endured such an intense treatment. Only half of the phallus's length entered her before it reached her end. She let it move no more than an inch with each stroke, finding it to be the most she could do. Discomfort and cold flooded the rest of her sensory input, the metal not yet having the time to warm up quite enough as well as being poorly lubricated.

Lana closed her eyes as she tried to focus on her task, the whole time keeping her hands clasped at her chin, quietly reprising her prayer:

"Oh, merciful Lady, oh ye who guides our nights. Oh, The Childless Mother, who light the fire in my body. Descend from thy throne to shed your light upon our minds. Fill my heart with bold desire, thy hungry courage! Hear me through your eternal throes, oh the divine sinner, oh ye The Insatiable one..."

The reciting became intermitted as her breathing came in heavy. Lost within her head, Lana began unraveling the sensation that came from her loins. As the rod warmed and moistened, she could sense a certain pleasure underneath the soreness, growing more intense with each breath, each stroke of the member. Quiet moans mingled with her verses and a warm droplet flowed down her inner thigh. Before she knew it, she started biting her lip, her prayer all but forgotten, when suddenly...

Smack!

Lana yelped loudly when Gertha's cane connected to her behind, leaving a trail of searing pain on her exposed skin. She saw the priestess in the mirror, standing behind her, observing her sweating form. A stark black mark showed itself clearly under her navel, now fading rapidly.

Lana knew by now what the mark meant. Suddenly, she found herself horrified as the thought that she might have found some twisted enjoyment in all of this descended upon her.

All the pleasure that had been building up inside her had faded by then, and so did the mark, when Sister Gertha left her to quietly squirm in shame, proceeding to monitor the girls for any sign of the mark appearing. Any time she would get a glimpse of ink through the mirror, she would lash at the offending sister with her cane. Anytime someone would pant too loudly, shiver too strongly, her attention would turn to them like a compass pointing to north, leaving a trial of reddened ass cheeks in her wake.

Lana continued to scan the room through the mirrors, all to avoid looking at her own reflection, slowly resuming her prayer, and the accompanying motions. Following the path of Gertha's prowl, her gaze had inevitably fallen on Petra. A wave of heat washed over her after seeing her friend struggle on the giant golden member burying into her hole.

She shivered at the sight; her verse momentarily forgotten. Petra's small opening was stretched tightly over the thick rod and shaven clean. Much like her own, and everyone else's for that matter. Her anus was plugged and sealed, with only the stopper protruding from the hole. She was beet red in the face, her skin glistened with sweat and her eyes with tears. Her thighs were shaking as she slowly sunk lower on the massive phallus, mouth twisted in anguish.

Right then, something that took all the breath out of Lana's lungs happened. Petra's leg slipped and she dropped a few inches deeper, impaling herself on the merciless shaft. She went rigid, mouth agape as she tried to cry out, but her voice escaped her.

And then, a few bright, crimson droplets dripped down the golden rod.

Many eyes saw the blood as they turned towards at the commotion, deepening the quivering girl's shame. Lana's heart skipped a few beats at the sight. It's not like she herself had had any real... experience before, but she had no idea that Petra was a virgin. She looked at the shaking girl, transfixed. She didn't seem to comprehend yet what had just happened to her.

Involuntarily, Lana began to slowly rock faster and harder, never ceasing to look at Petra. She only resumed her prayer when Gertha's cane made a return, but she still continued to gaze at her friend from under her hood, raising her clasped hands higher to cover her bowed face.

She didn't even realize what was happening when her climax hit her. One moment Lana was muttering a prayer to her goddess, watching the writhing, naked body of her friend, then she herself began to writhe as a sudden, overwhelming feeling flooded her body from her loins upwards. A bright flash emanated from her mark as it glowed white on her belly.

Only once she came down from her orgasmic high did Lana notice she had become the new center of attention. Nearly the whole room was staring at her, frozen at the sight of her climax as if it was the first time they had seen one. It probably was, thinking back on it. Most of them would only have experienced their own orgasms up until that point. Some girls looked at her enthralled. Others looked like she had just spat Mother Myraan in the face.

From across the room, Gertha was watching. Lana expected her to come rushing at her, cane in hand, but the tall priestess just looked... resigned. She turned away as if seeing something repulsing and continued to patrol the roomful of girls as they each picked up their tempo again.

Breathing heavily, Lana wasn't sure what to do but sit with the dildo still impaling her and observe the happenings in the hall. Before long, the sounds of a second orgasm erupted from her left as the raven-haired girl screamed her extasy into the room, shaking and flailing. Lana found her show to be unbearably exaggerated and somewhat attention seeking. She wandered whether that was how she usually acted with boys or if she was simply trying to top her. She half hoped the performance would sway any of Gertha's incoming ire away from herself, but the woman never seemed to go through with whatever punishment she would wish to bestow.

Finally, after another painful ten minutes, the priestess commanded a halt. She scanned the young disciples with ill-concealed disapproval.