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The driveway of Thompson's Highland Avenue home in Rosedale was filled with cars. Ferraris, Beamers and Mercedes occupied all the available nearby spaces. The surrounding streets, too, were all full, and the gathering at Thompson's home was the reason. His brother had died, the funeral had been held earlier that day, and now anyone who was anyone in the city's legal community was at Thomson's home.

"Actually, he was my half-brother," said Thompson for the umpteenth time. "After my parents divorced, my mom re-married. She had me not long after that. Frank was two years older." Several old women nodded as Thompson explained, but then they were interrupted.

"Someone's ticketing cars," said Liz, the eldest of his two daughters. "It's just so rude. Don't they know it's a funeral?"

Thompson said, "Don't worry about it. Just go outside, follow the man around, and collect all the tickets. Then give them to me, and I'll pay for them."

As Liz turned to follow her father's instructions, she felt a hand on her elbow. She stopped and looked up. A tall, beautiful woman looked down at her. "Hang on a minute while I talk to your father," said the woman.

Thompson gaped at the sight of Alice, almost dropping his drink. Alice let go of his daughter's arm and took his instead, leading him away to the front hall where there were fewer guests.

"Just treat me like any other guest," she said quietly for his ears alone. Otherwise, Thompson would have knelt, and created an embarrassing scene. She turned back to Liz and whispered, "Don't worry about the by-law enforcement man. Some of the people I work with will speak to him."

"Are those the people you work with?" asked LIz, looking through the window and pointing. Her arm brushed against Alice. Alice's gaze became very intent and she looked over the child. Liz was fourteen, her father's very image, but translated into a fetching female form. Alice warmed to the young girl.

"Yes, I work with them. Or rather, they work for me."

"They're all so beautiful. Just like you," said Liz, her words not a compliment but a mere statement of fact. She watched as a trio of gorgeous women hardly out of their teens hustled the middle-aged by-law enforcement man off the street and into a van. "Where is he going? Are your people taking him somewhere?"

A truthful answer would be, "Yes, young lady, my people are taking him somewhere. They are taking him to my temple, where he will be flogged until he loudly and sincerely repents his foolish decision to ticket the guests of someone whom I care about." But the truth might unsettle the young teen.

"I think they're taking him to a Starbucks, to keep him busy so he won't write any more tickets," said Alice. Before the doors to the van closed, she could see that the unfortunate man was already being forced to eat some of the tickets he'd written.

"Thank you, Alice," said Thompson.

"No problem. I wanted to be here today, to tell you that I'm sorry for your loss."

Frank and Thompson had grown up together, and had been as close as brothers could be. Thompson was ten before he'd learned that Frank was his half-brother, and that they had different fathers. But he hadn't cared. Nor had Frank. Frank had always been there for him, a strong, older brother who took good care of him. They hadn't lived in Rosedale then. It had been Regent Park, a public housing complex. Without Frank to look out for him, Thompson's big mouth would have provoked many a beating.

"Thanks," said Thompson, "we were very close. Or at least had been close." But, more than a decade before, Frank had changed. First he stopped coming around the house. Then he stopped calling. Then he stopped returning calls, and then he'd moved away. Thompson had wondered whether Frank was embarrassed that Thompson had done so well in life, whereas Frank was always losing his job to an evil boss, or his car to the leasing company, or his home to the bank, or his girlfriend to some other guy. Thompson had tried repeatedly to reach out, wondering what was wrong, worried that he'd given offence. But it is hard to find a man who does not want to be found, and when Thompson got the call a few days earlier that his brother had been found dead in a rooming house, it had been five years or more since they'd last spoken. He told Alice all this in a few words, and added, "When I'd heard he'd died, it was like I'd lost him a second time, except now I know he's never coming back."

"I'm sorry, Dad," said Liz, hugging him.

"Thanks," said Thompson, "why don't you get Anna, so that I can introduce her, too, to Alice?"

"I'm here," said Anna, Thompson's youngest, joining them in the hall. She carried a tray filled with wine glasses.

"Let me," said Liz, "you'll only drop them." Anna stuck her tongue out as Liz took the tray and headed for the living room to pass around the drinks.

"I'm Anna," said the young girl, thrusting out a hand.

"And I'm Alice," said the hetaera superior of the Toronto temple, extending a gentle, feminine hand that Thompson knew was stronger than that of any five men in the room. He watched as Alice and Anna shook hands. Alice backed up a step, and an expression of surprise flashed over Alice's face, but so quickly that Thompson was not sure whether he'd really seen it, or imagined it.

"Is something wrong?" asked Anna.

Alice looked down on the girl. "How old are you?"

"Thirteen. I'm only a year younger than my sister."

Thompson watched as Alice and his youngest daughter conversed, Alice effortlessly drawing the young girl out, learning about her interests, her friends, her teachers, her ambitions. Anna always clammed up around adults, a shy, perpetually embarrassed young girl on the cusp of womanhood. But with Alice, she had none of her usual inhibitions. Thompson watched Alice taking in all this information, and saw that the woman's interest in her daughter's conversation was no mere indulgence. He noticed that Alice's eyes flitted over his youngest, appraising her keenly.

While no one would ever doubt that Anna and Liz were sisters, sharing many of the same features, including the blond hair that they both wore very long, they were so different in so many ways. Liz took after her father; Anna, her mother. Liz was tall and slim; Anna was several inches shorter, and although younger, had a much more developed figure. In Liz, Thompson could see much of himself, but in Anna, the only feature that marked her as his daughter were the grey-green eyes that ran in the family of Thompson's mother, and which he had inherited and had passed onto Anna. Liz was only just beginning to attract male attention, but Anna had already been drawing glances for some time. And not just from men, thought Thompson. Alice had just made a joke, and when Anna threw back her head to laugh, he saw that Alice took the opportunity to check out the already impressive cleavage on his youngest. He felt himself blush.

"I have to see some other guests," he said, wanting to excuse himself. Alice nodded her head in assent, and only then did he depart. He found his wife in the kitchen, surrounded by a group of her friends. Michelle had taken the news of his brother's death very hard, and Thompson could see that she'd been crying again.

"It's not our fault he stopped talking to us," said Thompson, putting his arm around her. Her friends, familiar with the family story, nodded and expressed their agreement. But this only caused another outburst of tears. Inconsolable, Michelle allowed her friends to lead her outside and away from everyone else. The family was not much given to outbursts of emotion, and it wouldn't do to for everyone to see her crying.

Summer arrived, and with it, the usual change in routine. Thompson's two girls were out of school, sleeping in every morning, lying around the house during the day, and at night were either hosting sleepovers, or were themselves sleeping over at friends' homes. Today was typical: both girls were already gone, and weren't due back until tomorrow.

Michelle didn't work; she'd never had to, and so the change to her routine was that she could spend a lot more time on the golf course. She'd just returned from an early morning nine holes at the club, and headed into the house to change. She was due at her husband's office to have lunch at a new restaurant downtown. She was a few years younger than Thompson, and she'd had her children in her early twenties. Now in her mid-thirties, she was in great shape and having the time of her life. Still beautiful, she enjoyed speeding about town in the Mercedes convertible her husband got for her. She reveled in the male attention she attracted, but was never tempted to stray, at least not any more. Her marriage had gone through a rough patch some years before, but then everything had changed. Her husband had altered his working hours so that he was home for dinner, and spent more time talking to her and the kids. Her husband was now close to forty, but he was in better physical shape than he'd been when he was thirty. Thompson was tall, lean and strong. He made more in a month than most lawyers did in a year. And in bed! Now that was the real bonus. Michelle had had her share of sexual partners, and she knew that none of them came close to her husband, not in his skill, his tenderness, his endurance, and definitely not in size. Just thinking about her husband's huge cock was enough to get Michelle distracted. The phone rang.

"Sorry to do this," said Thompson, staring out at the Toronto Islands from his corner office, "but something's come up. I have to cancel lunch."

"Do you have another day free this week?"

"Tomorrow is clear. Let's do it then. Sorry, but one of the junior lawyers is having a meltdown, and I need to deal with it."

Thompson put the phone down. "Thanks for letting me call her, Hetaera Superior," he said to Alice. Alice uncrossed her long, slim legs, and got up from the couch, the absurdly expensive Chanel suit clinging to her perfect body. She joined Thompson at the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Don't worry about it, Bernie," she said. "Can you see my temple from here?"

"I can't. It's really strange. I should be able to pick it out from here, no problem, but I've never been able to do so."

"From above, all you'll see is trees. The roof is very strong, and was built to support enough pine trees to give it cover. It blends in really well. Doesn't stick out at all, unlike this," she said, putting her hand on Thompson's raging erection.

"Sorry," he said. "I don't know what came over me. I promise I wasn't leering at you."

"I know that, silly," said Alice. "I was just messing with you. With the gift that Durga gave you, I can make you hard in an instant, just by wanting you hard."

"It is a gift," agreed Thompson, "but it's a gift with some surprising side effects. Everytime my secretary brings papers for me to sign, I get a hard-on. I have to stay seated, or she'll see something."

"She has the hots for you, obviously," said Alice.

"But I'm almost twice her age!"

"You don't see yourself with a woman's eyes," said Alice. "If you could, you'd understand." It wasn't just Thompson's looks, his build, his intelligence or his money. It was the strong aura of male sexuality he exuded, the unspoken promise in his eye that any woman he slept with would be fulfilled beyond her wildest dreams. "It really is different for us women," continued Alice. "For a man of twenty-five to sleep with a woman of forty is unusual. But the reverse happens every day. That's been the case since the dawn of time, and it will continue to be so until the end of the world. Or at least for today, as you're about to find out."

"I'm going to sleep with my secretary today?" asked Thompson, "I don't think that's a good idea. She's my employee, and it wouldn't really be fair, I don't think."

"No, I wasn't talking about your secretary. Let's head out to the ferry. You're coming to my temple. But first, I have something for you." Alice reached into her Fendi handbag, and pulled out a small, shiny object. She pinned it to Thompson's breast pocket. He looked down and examined it, and saw that it was a rendering in gold of the outline of the Toronto Islands, a small pearl inset marking the location of Alice's temple.

"Thank you, Hetaera Superior," said Thompson. "I shall wear it always."

"You will not," corrected Alice. "Instead, you will keep it locked in a secure place, and bring it out only when you are, like today, visiting my temple. For it is no mere bauble, no decoration. It is a badge, and marks you as having the freedom of my temple. When you have this on display, the hetaera at the gate will grant you instant admittance. But more than that, she will also give you her total obedience, as will every single other hetaera in my temple. Bearing this badge, you will bow to no one, but to me. Other than me, every woman you meet inside the walls exists only to do your bidding."

"Can I always wear this badge when I go?"

"Of course. And because you have the badge, you can come as often as you wish, and stay as long as you like."

"To what do I owe this honour?"

"Yes, it is an honour, of course. One of the greatest it is within my power to bestow." Alice walked back to the couch, and seated herself. Thompson remained standing, until Alice bade him sit at her feet. She lifted a hand, turned it, and Thompson heard his office door lock. He hadn't known it could lock. "And I have no doubt you deserve it," continued Alice. "You are one of Aphrodite's true servants. Durga told the Goddess of the role you played in my recent chastisement, and she was highly amused (which is important), but also pleased, which matters much more. I do not doubt that the Goddess will be glad to know that you have the freedom of her Toronto temple.

"But I have another reason for giving you the run of the place. You will be needing it. You see, Thompson, I have found a couple of new hetaerae for my temple. We are very short-staffed, and hetaerae are very, very hard to find. It is not just that a woman must be young, beautiful, and possessed of a genius I.Q. If such were the case, my temple would be full to the brim. No, there are two more qualities that are essential. The young lady must possess a natural resonance, an affinity for the Goddess herself. In addition, she must possess a personality of a highly unusual type. She must be driven to achieve power, yet at the same time, filled with delight to submit to an authority that she recognizes as truly superior."

"I am not surprised that you have found so few hetaerae," said Thompson, "but rather that you found any at all. A woman's youth and beauty can be seen, her intelligence can be recognized, but how would a hetaera superior determine that a young woman has the other qualities you mentioned? How would you know whether the affinity for the Goddess exists, or the desire both to dominate, yet also to serve?"

"The Goddess recognizes the necessary qualities easily, with her mind alone. And this power, like her other powers, is something I, too, possess, but in a much weaker form. For me, I must be in physical contact with a woman to know whether she is or is not suited to join the service of the Goddess. But when the right qualities exist, I recognize them, provided I have that instant of contact. A mere touch will suffice, and then I know. And it is for that reason that I have come to see you today. I have two new hetaerae that I recently found, and they are at my temple. One of them will be yours within the hour. Both very young, both shy and inexperienced. Virgins, of course, if that sort of thing matters to you. You just need to pick which one you want, and then you and I will be on our way to the temple."

Thompson was seated cross-legged on the floor, and he shifted to accommodate his swelling manhood. "Thank you! Thank you so much. Did you bring pictures?"

"No, I didn't think it was necessary to do so," said Alice, smiling.

"I see. How do you want me to choose between them? Are you going to describe them for me?"

"How about I name them? They are your daughters, after all. Liz and Anna. Very sweet things. Both will lose their virginity today, one of them to her father. So which one will it be, Thompson? Which of the two will you deflower tonight?"

After Alice had picked Thompson up from the floor, she stretched him out on the couch. His face was even paler than usual, but after a few minutes, the colour returned, and with it, consciousness. His eyes fluttered, and then opened.

"Did I faint?" he asked.

"Yes. I'm sorry, Bernie. My sense of humour is a bit on the mischievous side, and I couldn't resist giving you a shock. I guess I didn't realize just how big a shock it would be."

Thompson started to rise, but Alice held him in place. "Best to stay lying down for now, Bernie. I don't want you to faint again."

"I have to ask. Is this a joke? And if not, is it a command, or an invitation?"

"It's no joke. And it's not an invitation, either. You have no choice, other than to choose between your daughters, that is."

"My daughters! Or one of them! How will I ever look at her again the same way? How will she ever think of me as her father? Must I, Alice? Can't some other man take my place? I will obey, but I beg you to excuse me."

"You must be really upset if you're calling me Alice."

"Beg pardon. Hetaera Superior."

"I could excuse you, if this were my command. I'm not sure that I would. I doubt it. But the question is moot. The command is that of the Goddess herself."

"There is no appeal, then," said Thompson. "It must be done." Alice watched as tears formed on Thompson's face, and then began to flow. Thompson cried like a woman, unmanned by what was required of him. This will never do, thought Alice. How will he take his daughter's virginity while he's crying his heart out?

"I can do this much for you," said Alice. "I can easily change your appearance. You will not resemble your real self at all, not in appearance, nor in voice. There is no need for your daughter ever to know that her first lover was also her father. Now does that help?" She pulled a handkerchief from her handbag, and wiped the man's eyes.

"Yes, it does. It helps a lot. At least my daughter won't know what I did to her, or rather, that it was me that was doing it. When she comes home, she won't look differently at me. I won't have lost a daughter. Yes, Hetaera Superior, that helps very, very much. Thank you."

Alice waited until she was sure Thompson had composed himself. Then she spoke.

"You must choose, now, Bernie. Don't linger over your decision. Don't agonize. Go with your impulse. Which will it be?"

There was no hesitation before Thompson spoke.

"Anna. My youngest. My little girl! Oh god, oh god!!"

It was a bright, sunny day, but, for Thompson, there was no warmth in it. Thompson had not spoken a word on the short ferry trip. He showed little awareness of his surroundings, and merely followed Alice blindly as she stepped from the boat and led him on the path to the temple. The knowledge of what awaited him weighed heavily on his soul. His little girl! Thompson was very protective of his children. If, the day before, he'd been told that a man almost forty had plans for his youngest, blood would have flowed. But today was different. Today, he had learned that a man three times his daughter's age was planning on sleeping with her, and that man was himself. How could the Goddess demand such a thing of him? What possibly could be her purpose? Thompson tested in his mind the idea of sleeping with his eldest, Liz, and he found that the Goddess detested the thought. But Anna, on the other hand, was being thrust upon him. She was to be the object, not of his lust, for there was none, but of attentions that he had no desire to give. Only the day before, he'd been reading the last of the Harry Potter books to her! She was a child, and most important of all, his child.

Alice and Thompson approached the temple gates. The hetaera on duty rose, and seeing Thompson's badge, bowed both of them into the temple, the first time a hetaera had treated him with respect. Thompson was not capable of experiencing any pleasure at this.

"First, to a spare room," said Alice, "and then, to work." There were many spare rooms in the temple, and Alice found one in a trice. She stepped aside, and Thompson opened the door for her, and then followed her in.

"Undress", said Alice. Thompson took off every article of clothing, and stood by the room's queen-sized bed. He stood still, leaning like a damaged building due for demolition. His dick, so impressive when erect, hung limp and shriveled.

"I've had just about enough," said Alice, for the first time giving Thompson a real taste of the authority she wielded as the temple's superior. "If you act like a man going to his execution, this won't be very entertaining for your daughter. This is about her, after all, not you. Or rather, it's not about either of you, but the Goddess, and what she wills. You don't have to like what you're going to do, but you will do it, and I order you to act like you want it."

"Yes, Hetaera Superior!" Thompson snapped to attention like a soldier on parade, his back straight.

"That's better," said Alice, holding a hand to Thompson's face. "Much better. Now hold still. I've never tried this before, but there's always a first time." Alice closed her eyes, and brought back recollections of Thompson's house, all of which she'd seen when Anna and Liz had given her the tour some weeks earlier. She focused on images of Anna's bedroom. After a short interval, she opened her eyes, and then extended her hands, passing them over Thompson. She started with his face, and everywhere her hands touched, Thompson changed. His cheekbones altered slightly, flaring and looking vaguely slavic. His hair filled in, thickened, became jet black and grew down to his shoulders. As Alice's hands passed over Thompson's torso, his flesh, already firm from hours at the gym, grew even tauter. The six-pack of which Thompson had only a hint, became easily visible. The muscles of his arms and legs became more defined.

When Thompson was told to open his eyes, he was surprised to find himself looking down at Alice. She was about six feet tall, but he was now a few inches taller. He moved over to the room's mirror to inspect himself.

"I look good! Really good!" Thompson thought that he looked like a young man barely out of his teens. Green eyes flashed back at him, and he smiled, noting that his teeth were perfect.

"I look vaguely familiar, like someone I've seen before."

"Sort of," said Alice, "you're a compilation of the kind of boys in the posters that Anna plastered all over her room. Actors, young men from boy bands, that kind of thing."

"You also shrunk me, I think," said Thompson. "My penis, I mean."

"I thought it advisable," said Alice. "Your organ was between eight and nine inches long, and its circumference even more impressive. I do not think a thirteen-year-old virgin would be able to handle you. And so, now you are about six inches, a size that I am sure Anna will find very, very impressive, but yet which I think she will be able to accommodate without too much pain. But let me be sure; it's hard to tell sometimes how big a flaccid cock will be when erect."

Alice put a warm hand around Thompson's cock, and in seconds the organ achieved full erectness. Alice knelt, and inspected it closely.

"Yes, about six inches. It will do just fine," she said, rising. "Now put on a robe from the bathroom, and follow me. Your daughter awaits."

"May I ask one thing? What has Anna been told about me? Is there a name I am to call myself?"

"She knows only that a favourite of Aphrodite is to see her. You can call yourself whatever you please."

Anna lay down on the bed, and then got up again. She paced about the room, and then, standing in front of the mirror, let her robe drop from her shoulders. It fell to the floor, the almost-but-not-quite satin sheer forming a light blue pool at her feet. Would her first lover find her beautiful? Sexy? Would he like her body? Anna's nude body stared back at her, the face shy, even concerned. Her blond hair flowed past her shoulders, and she swept it back behind her, so that her breasts were now fully exposed. Anna knew she had nice breasts; her friends had told her so at sleepovers when they compared themselves to each other.

"The boys will love them," she'd been told only a few days earlier by Karie, her best friend, when, just like now, Anna had been nude before a mirror.

"Why?" Anna replied.

"They're perfect. Just perfect. Not like mine." Karie, like Anna standing nude before the mirror, thrust out her chest. Her breasts were A-cup, and had some growing to do, unlike Anna's. Anna, too, had some growing to do, but for now, her breasts were a very impressive 32-C.

"I have no cleavage," said Karie, "not like you. Look." Karie stood behind Anna, and squeezed her friend's breasts together. "See? Boys love that!"

Anna had loved it too, the feeling of her breasts in Karie's hands. Standing alone now in front of another mirror, she tweaked her nipples as Karie had done, and felt them harden under her fingers. Then she turned sideways, presenting her naked behind and examining her reflection. She liked her ass. But would boys like it too?

Her self-examination was interrupted by a knock at the door. Anna gasped, and grabbed the robe from the floor. She bound the cord across the front as she stepped quickly across the room. She put her hand on the knob, hesitated, and then opened the door. She stepped aside, curtseying as she'd been taught, as the beautiful hetaera Penelope entered the room. Head down and eyes on the floor, she watched Penelope move past her, followed by another pair of feet. Large, masculine feet. Anna trembled, and put a hand on the door to steady herself.

"You may stand," said Penelope. "Let me introduce you to your guest. Daniel, this is one of our temple's most recent novitiates, Anna. And Anna, meet Daniel."

Anna curtseyed again, her eyes flashing upward only for an instant, and then she was staring once again at the floor. She felt Penelope's hand touch her cheek.

"Everything will be fine, Anna. Daniel knows that he must be tender. You need not fear anything at all; he would not be admitted to the temple but that he enjoyed the Superior's favour and approval. He knows that you have been instructed to obey and to please him, but I assure you that you will enjoy doing so. I will leave you now, so that you can get to know him." Anna felt Penelope's hand under her chin. She raised her face, and felt a gentle kiss on her lips as the kind hetaera took her leave. The door closed, and then Anna was alone. Alone with a boy for the first time in her short life. She trembled again, waiting for his first touch.

"Have a seat," said Daniel. Anna looked up, and saw that Daniel had seated himself in the room's only chair. He could have sat on the couch, but evidently he intended her to sit there by herself. Careful to keep her robe gathered about her, she sat across from Daniel, and looked at him, really looked at him for the first time.

"You're a man," she whispered, "not a boy."

Thompson returned his daughter's gaze. He could not say why he'd assumed "Daniel". It was the first name that popped into his head. It had felt strange when Penelope had introduced him with that name. And it felt even stranger to have his daughter's grey-green eyes on him. She looked so small, sitting on the couch across from him, her knees locked together, her arms crossed defensively in her lap.

"Penelope thinks very highly of you," said Thompson.

"Really?"

"Yes. She said that the superior has high hopes for you. 'One of the smartest novitiates she'd ever seen, ' she told me." Thompson saw the blush, so familiar to him, pass across his daughter's face. She always blushed when praised. "Did you enjoy your induction ceremony?"

"Yes," whispered Penelope. Her voice had the wispy, airy quality so typical of young girls, a quality that they often retain even well into their early twenties.

"I've never seen the induction ceremony. Could you tell me about it?"

"It was in the courtyard," said Anna, "in a clearing in the very middle. All the hetaerae were there, and the superior too."

"Was the Goddess there?"

"Oh, no," said Anna, "I haven't had the honour of seeing her yet. But her statue is there. I went first. Penelope brought me forward, and I kissed Aphrodite's feet. The statue's, I mean. And then Penelope said the oath, and I repeated it before everyone. Then the superior gave me a robe to put on, after which I was permitted to stand with the other hetaerae, and watch my sister's induction.

"Your sister's? She was inducted at the same time?"

"Yes, right after me."

"She must be very young."

"She's a year older than me. She's six months away from being fifteen." At Thompson's bidding, Anna told him all about her sister, and then her school, her family and her friends. Thompson listened politely to things already within his knowledge, while he considered the import of what he'd just learned. Anna had been inducted first, her older sister, second. A temple to Aphrodite was the most hierarchical organization Thompson had ever encountered. Every hetaera knew her exact rank in relation to everyone else. And the ranking was very simple. At the top, was the superior. After her, the second in command. And then everyone else, ranked in order, precedence being determined by who had first been inducted to the temple. The fact that Anna had been inducted first, and her sister second, meant that she would always be her sister's superior. Within the limits defined by the customs of the temple, Anna could order her sister to do anything, and Liz would have to obey. It was no accident that Anna was inducted first; Alice would have done this for a reason. Once Anna finished telling Thompson all about herself, he mentioned this to Anna.