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As she had been away from home for several days, once back in her house in Pacific Grove, Jane took a long hot, luxurious bath. But the package on her table seemed to call to her. She ignored it as being a figment of her imagination. She went to bed.
She awoke in the morning feeling very odd. Something was inside her. In her vagina! It hurt like hell! What the fuck?
She managed to get hold of the jagged edge with her fingers and remove the object. It was the rod from the cavity. As she removed it, the sapphire inside flashed blue upon it's exit and went dark once more.
Jane was sobbing to herself, thinking it was a cruel practical joke as she went flying about checking the doors and windows of her house. It was locked up tight, from the inside. The dead bolts on the doors in place.
She sat down shakily, continuing to shake for some time. Something in the night had compelled her to insert the broken rod into herself. She was more than a little bit bothered by this. She could have picked up any manner of old diseases from the ancient artifact. She took another long hot bath just in case. The previous owner of the house had installed a secure wall safe to guard his few valuables. She opened the safe and put the pieces of the rod into it. She didn't feel secure until the safe was securely locked once more, then she felt a curious let down. Like a part of her was missing.
Jane got out a pad of tracing paper and made tracings of the books leaves, then she put the book into the safe as well. When she opened the safe to put in the book, she found herself feeling compelled once more. An almost overwhelming urge to remove the phallus and reinsert it into herself.
"To hell with that idea!" she told herself as she slammed the safe shut.
She took her tracings and went off to the library at the University of California at Berkeley.
Jane spent the next several weeks between a motel room and the library. Any thought of turning the information over to the archeologist vanished as she interpreted the very first words of the book.
"Let no man read of these words lest woman become a slave for all time."
This sounded ominous.
She found the text was Ionian. Matching the language that Homer had used in the Iliad.
The book ... was written by Sappho!
It contained an explanation of the Rod of Sappho.
"I Sappho -being of a goodly age- (and) having found no fair sister to pass on my power and art to, have imparted it upon the Rod of Sappho.I feel naked and devoid without the power which has sustained me for these many years and fear I must soon pass on.
The power has sustained me over a vast journey through unknown endless waters and across lands peopled by savages. If I could once entice the men or even women to take knowledge of me, I could enslave them unto my power and thus control my fate once again. But in this whole land no strong sister has arisen to be mine pupil.
I therefore record my art as I have learned it upon these leaves and impart the power upon the Rod of Sappho. That the rod may someday carry the power again into the womb of a fair sister and the Sisterhood may once again flourish on the face of our mother Gaia. For the power is of old, long before my mother's, mother's, mother. It has been passed down from fair sister to fair sister across the aeon's of time.
It is said that the power is a great strength which was hidden upon the making of the world. It was hidden into the womb of woman so that they may be the secret bearer through time to come. To be at hand in the last days when the gods once again do battle. That a sister will come forth on that day as savior of the good and grace that is our bearing. Unto that time the power is secreted away within our wombs. The possessor of the -force- has total power of domination over any man or woman who knoweth them. Combined with the art of the body contained within these leaves, woman may persevere and go forth beside man as his equal or better in days to come.
The transference of power from within the rod takes a cycle of twelve. The rod must reside within the womb of the fair sister for twelve nights. But she shall take but one cycle to her body. Each night previous to the taking of the rod, the sister must cleanse her temple to make ready for the power. The spirit will compel any possessor of the Rod of Sappho to take these actions. Should the rod be broken, it's pieces should still be carried within the sisters womb for the twelve cycles so that the power may be recovered as whole. The sister may then transfer the power to a rod of her own making as she directs, for the power is her tool over the hearts of men, to follow her beckon. However, the rod should not be taken of life. Lest it rot and the power be lost. Let it instead be of smooth stone or obsidian. The crystal within should be the color of the sea and the evening sky without clouds. This is the color of the essence of passion that no man may know, but may find their hearts compelled to follow. This is the color that compels men to sail the sea and dream of the skies.
The rod will make itself known to the fair sister of it's choosing. She mush first have known a great pleasure of man that shall be yanked from her bosom. The power will serve to fill the emptiness of her void. Once inside her, it will block the seed of man and she shall not be visited with child. Lest the power slip from her in the body of a male child. This power must not be given to man, for he would use it to enslave woman for all time and would not willingly give it up at the end of time when it is needed to return the good and grace that is our bearing again to the face of our mother; Gaia
On the final night of the twelfth cycle the fair sister shall know such a joy, far beyond that which was ripped from her bosom. It shall warm her womb like an ember and cleanse her soul like a refiners fire. She shall feel the rapture of the power which I now dub 'Lesbos', after the land of my birth, where I first received it from my fair teacher when I was but a maiden. She took me as her lover and taught me the ways of joy no man knoweth. As it was taught to her as a maiden and to her teacher before her back to the beginning of the world.
Let the fair sister who receiveth this rapture be the High Priestess of the Sisterhood. She may impart chosen portions of the art contained herein to other women of her choosing. But let not her teach them or leave them fall into the hands of men lest woman be enslaved unto their desires.
Before this High Priestess gain a goodly age, she shall pick a maiden to be her pupil. She shall be fair of skin and tall of stature. Her bosom must be high upon her breast. Let her not be indulgent of gluttony or strong drink. Let her heart be pure and full of compassion. Let her know the joy of love within her heart. The tools of the art shall reveal the suitability of the pupil. An ill chosen pupil shall turn away from her teacher.
Before the High Priestess reacheth the end of her time, she shall transfer the power unto the rod to passeth unto her pupil. She shall administer unto her pupil for twelve nights, taking first the rod into herself for half a night and then passing the rod unto her pupil for half a night. When this act is completed, the pupil shall know the rapture and the joy of the High Priestess. But the Priestess may find her last days empty in exchange. She shall not be lost, however, for the gods will have carved a special resting place for her soul. The bearers of the power shall be reveled among the gods themselves as saviors of the goodness and the grace that is woman's birthright. Let her be sustained by this as I am now sustained by this, having passed the power unto the rod, having no pupil which has stood the test of the rod.
Should a High Priestess of the power of Lesbos find herself of a goodly age and being without pupil, sensing her time to pass on is at hand or near, let her sleep with the rod within her womb from the night-cock to the morning-cock for a cycle of twelve days, allowing the power to pass into the rod, being this rod, or a rod of her own devising, which is not of wood, And let her conceal the rod into the bosom of the earth, leaving only rumor of it's resting. In the days to follow, the rod will call out to a sister of worthiness and take knowledge of her as it may. Seeking a woman who is empty of heart having known great joy of man.
The rod may also be used to confer lesser orders of the Sisterhood upon worthy disciples. After the power has passed into the Priestess, she may impart from one to eleven parts of the power unto her disciples. But if she so chooseth to pass all of the power unto a disciple, then she herself shall lose the rapture. The power may be passed from one to eleven parts in cycles of one to eleven. The Priestess taking the rod unto her body for a half-night and imparting it unto her disciple for a half-night. Unless this is done in stages the disciple may be overcome by the magnitude of the rapture and expire. Thus, the power is passed rather one step at a time. The first being a half-nights sharing by the Priestess and the disciple.
Upon the next step, shall it be two half-nights sharing of the rod. Take care that the sharing of the rod by a maiden and a Priestess shall not be the same, lest the maiden be a maiden no more.
Let instead the priestess take the rod unto her womb and the maiden take the rod unto her body as a man receiveth another man, being without womb. Yet on transference of a full twelve cycle, let the rod pierce the maiden as a man upon the sixth step of the twelve cycle, and upon all steps above the sixth step. Except in lower steps of a higher cycle. That is if the maiden is taking her seventh step toward high priestess, let her take the rod for five cycles as a man taketh another and then for two cycles as a man taketh a woman.
Although all power shall pass unto the disciple upon a full twelve cycle passage, The power at wield by the High Priestess shall not diminish as she passeth lower stages unto her disciples. The power shall be renewed from the stars that shine in the heavens until the end of them.
In this way shall the new High Priestess of the Sisterhood of the Power of Lesbos shall build the Sisterhood in her land unto a mighty force. The keys of the arts being shared and secured by the Sisterhood, letting no man hold the power itself or a portion thereof. The art herein may be used to manipulate and control a man beyond his will, but should be only under the control of the Sisterhood. They should not be used under the watchful eye of his brothers. Once they are used upon a man, he shall have no memory of this. Much of the art is reserved exclusively for the joy of one woman taking pleasure of another in the knowing of her body. As such they must never fall into the hands of men.
Over time there has been much contention of a woman knowing of another's body. This contention is the contention of the jealousy of man. It is not the contention of the gods, as this sisterhood was passed from the gods unto us, along with the arts of the joy of knowing. Let not your heart dwell upon the jealousies of man. Let it rejoice in the joy of knowing another as no man may know, for they have not the heart nor the grace.
As evidence of my words take and find the junction of ... and rub it along ... seventeen times in succession ... followed within an eighth part of a night by ... and pinch thusly along ... the Sister shall know of the truth of my words as a sample of the rapture shall pass unto her body as a bow shot. It shall take her and leave her without wind for thirty beats of her heart and fill her with a joy that no man has ever known or observed. This is Irana's touch, the Sister shall take care that this is not done within the seeing of the eyes of man, as the man who knoweth this may enslave women unto his desires, either maiden or whore. For this is the first tool of the art of Sisterhood."
Jane was sorely tempted to try the technique on herself right in the library at Berkeley, as she was skeptical at best. So far the manuscript had seemed like a lot of repetitive hogwash. She even conveniently forgot about waking up and finding the rod inside herself. Thinking that she had done it to herself from something akin to sleepwalking.
Even so she held off until she was secluded alone in her motel room. The TV turned up as insurance against any noise she might make. She lay back on the bed and found the locations the text had mentioned. She rubbed the first one in the manner directed, exactly seventeen times. Then she found the second spot and did the second thing, her body took on a slight tingling sensation that was indeed pleasant. Thinking this was all there was to it she found the third spot and pinched it nonchalantly.
It was as if her body had been hit by a freight train full of lust. Her hips flew up off the bed as her body surged up in a massive orgasm like she had never experienced in her whole life -and she had experienced many, very deep orgasms before in her life. Jane's lungs emptied themselves involuntarily and stayed empty as the massive contraction gripped her soul. It didn't let up for a solid thirty seconds. She would have killed anybody who interfered with what she felt or prevented her from ever feeling it again. Anybody who could have done it to her would have controlled her body and soul. The inside of her head exploded in a white light and she knew the joy of Christmas, Thanksgiving, New years, every party she had ever attended, every boy she had ever kissed, everybody she had ever loved and every fine meal she had ever eaten, all rolled into one. It took her in a crashing wave of ecstasy that left her gapping like a fish out of water for the full half a minute that the text had promised. Then her lungs filled in a gasping inwards scream as her body continued it's massive convulsions.
Her last thought before she passed out, was that it was all true!
She could feel the rod calling to her body from the safe in her Pacific Grove home as she slipped into oblivion.
Jane awoke some twelve hours later, the TV blaring static in her ears. She was ravenously hungry and happier than she'd ever known in her entire life. She felt like she'd made love to an entire football team made up of the most handsome, virile men on the planet and thrown the pep squad, cheerleaders and half the stadium in for good measure. She could also feel the mantle of manifest destiny descend upon her like god-hood.
Jane was going to be the next High Priestess of the Sisterhood of the Power of Lesbos!
She could feel it with a surety that she had never known. It was a rising joy within her and a driving force that she could not deny or side step.
Her first action was to take a long hot shower. This didn't remove the glow from her cheeks. It just refreshed her body. Which now tingled with sensuality from her toes to the split ends of her hair. Undoubtedly half were split in that first moment the night before when she had tried out Irana's touch.
She dressed, experiencing the delicious feeling of the fine cloth upon her nude body. In fact her attire was simple cotton panties, denim jeans, a cotton bra and an oversized T-shirt. But she felt like the sexiest woman on earth.
Jane took her notes and tracings -now more precious than the finest gemstones on earth- and found an open diner. It wasn't quite dawn. She ordered a breakfast that made the waitress raise her eyebrow and shake her head over her lithe figure, wondering how the hell she ate like that and still maintained her figure.
Jane smiled at her and ignored the thought. Her smile seemed to awake a pleasure in the waitress and put a spring in her step, although it was the end of her shift and she had felt like a zombie just moments before.
When the meal arrived, Jane tore into it and ate ravenously. Her body quivered in the sensual pleasure of the simple food. She cleaned her plate and then paid her tab, leaving a tip the waitress would not soon forget as she was feeling generous.
It was now early morning. Jane strolled around the Berkeley campus enjoying the brisk morning air in her lungs and on her skin. Eventually, others passed by her as the day progressed. At first they seemed to think her strange, as she strolled about in her light clothing with a distant smile upon her face. But if any of them met her smile, it seemed to fill them with warmth and they lifted their hunched shoulders and walked onwards wearing their own smile. A stunning young coed even made an invitation to her she was sorely tempted to accept ... to try her first skill out on her. But no, Jane wanted to completely translate the book before she used any of the skills on anybody else.
As she walked along toward the library she began to think that she'd better develop a different tact. She waited patiently on a bench for the library to open, re-reading the words she had translated thus far. A fear arose in her, this knowledge must be guarded like the most sacred secrets on earth. It must be kept out of the hands of men. She must learn it completely, and share it with a handful of friends.
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