Chimes of Passion

Lynda snapped her fingers and Ron stood up. He simultaneously peeled off his clothes and strode casually towards Irene. Irene started to panic and started tugging on the doorknob, turning it, and banging on the door itself. She screamed for help, hoping someone could hear her pleas. The rain pounded harder against the walls, making her screams feel all the more futile.

Soon, Ron — if he even knew who he was anymore — stood directly behind her, waiting for a sign he would be permitted to move forward. Irene sensed that he was near, and collapsed, crying hysterically. “This isn’t happening! This can’t be happening! I’m not here! I’m in my happy place. I’m in Cancun, where I first wanted to go for spring break. I’m anywhere but here.”

Ron paused. Lynda quickly took her place a few feet behind him. As he turned to face her, Lynda nodded her head.

Ron knelt down and took Irene’s chin in his hand, lifting her head up. With his free hand, he wiped away her tears. She let out a final sniffle as she gazed into his eyes. He didn’t speak.

Lynda stepped forward and whispered, “He wants to revere you. Search yourself. Let go of your fear. Release your pain. Embrace your pleasure. Become your inner goddess.”

Irene lifted her hands and placed them on Ron’s shoulders. Lynda snapped her fingers. Ron placed one hand under Irene’s legs, and the other behind her back. He inhaled deeply and lifted Irene off the floor. Lynda returned to the altar. Ron turned and followed Lynda, carrying Irene with him.

As the three students returned to the altar, Ron set Irene down next to Alyssa. He rolled Irene’s sweatpants down to her ankles and leaned forward. Irene wanted to stop him, but by now, she had no further strength to fight. She squinted her eyes, bit her lip, and hoped it would be over soon, bracing for a violation of her body that she neither wanted, nor welcomed.

The violation never came. Instead, she felt a few drops of water, followed by gentle hands and a mouth and tongue that seemed to know every pleasure point below her waist. He nibbled gently on her exposed flesh, causing her head to jerk forward with a gasp, her eyes wide and wild. She sensed her goddess moving to the forefront in her body and her mind. Suddenly, the fear and insecurity she felt not ten minutes earlier, had long since dissolved amidst the pleasure. This male, then, was nothing more than a vessel, a servant, a conduit for her pleasure.

Breathing heavily, she let go of all inhibition, vocalizing her passion without any real words. She reached the pinnacle of pleasure and, short of breath, moaned, “My goddess……” before she fell asleep next to Alyssa.

Lynda smiled. “Very good. Males, I need both of you to take a seat in the front row, in anticipation of our leader’s arrival.” Ron quickly followed this command. Pete, paralyzed with fear, shook his head in uncertainty. It was as though he had been awakened from a deep sleep, and he didn’t quite understand where he was or why his friends were in the positions they were.

Lynda scowled at Pete. “Are you prepared to meet our leader, our Goddess?”

After a moment, Pete glanced down at Lynda’s feet and slowly traced his eyes back up to the top of her head, appreciating and admiring every curve along the way. “I am prepared.”

“Very well. Please disrobe and remove the remaining clothes of this female. Once finished, take your seat, and I shall summon our leader.”

Without hesitating, Pete did as commanded.

Lynda turned around and faced the back of the sanctuary. She raised her hands above her head and called out, “We are ready for you, my Goddess!”

The ground started to rumble and the Goddess, still clad in her long flowing red robe, rose from the floor and stood, facing Lynda.

The Goddess did not speak, but rather walked calmly over to the two women who slept on the floor by the altar. She knelt down next to the two women, placing one hand on the shoulders of each. Suddenly, both awoke. Seeing who was standing over them, both let out a gasp. They sat up on their knees. Simultaneously, both women spoke in a monotone. “We are your humble servants.”

The Goddess snapped her fingers, and both women lifted their arms above their heads, and bowed, palms down, to the floor.

The Goddess pointed at Ron and Pete and raised her hand, indicating that both men should stand up. The men knew that they only had but one goal. They calmly moved behind the two women, kneeling behind them both. With a clap of the Goddess’s hands, both men thrust forward and penetrated into the engorged and moistened folds of skin.

Alyssa and Irene knew not to move but they were incapable of suppressing the feelings of intense pleasure that coursed through their bodies. The Goddess who rose above them inhaled deeply to share in the pleasure that filled the room.