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The temple’s evening prayers ended, and the hetaera all rose, bowed to the temple’s superior, and departed. Some of the young woman had kitchen and cleaning duties to perform; others would be servicing guests. But one woman remained behind, on her knees, her arms outstretched before her and her forehead touching the floor. The woman’s hair was very blond, and very short. Had she been standing, her hair would barely have touched the top of her ears. Kneeling, her hair hardly fell forward. The woman was Michelle Thompson, and a few months earlier before she was shorn, her hair had been shoulder length and perfect. Tonight, Michelle wore a black tunic, a sharp contrast to the white worn by the hetaerae. If Michelle had been wearing white, the tunic would by now be visibly stained with the blood, as a result of the flogging she had received two hours earlier, and the unsightly mess might have been distracting to the hetaerae at prayer time. But because Michelle was wearing black, the blood only caused the back of the tunic to appear slightly darker, and so prayer time was undisturbed.
Michelle dreaded her nightly flogging. She never had grown used to it, despite the fact that it had been an invariably part of her daily routine for six months. Each day, just before five in the afternoon, she quitted her chores and hastened to the temple’s punishment room, where she disrobed, knelt and received a dozen hard lashes. An unvarying routine, and this much Michelle had quickly become accustomed to. What made the ordeal hard to bear, was never knowing in advance how severe a bearing she would receive, for the pain depended on the instrument used, and the hetaera wielding it. Most days, Michelle would be treated to the short flagella, and in the hands of most of the hetaerae, it drew no blood. It stung, but no more than that. If Michelle were unlucky, the twelve strokes would be delivered by a hard-hitting hetaera bearing a cat o’nine tails, the whip’s knotted cords tearing into Michelle’s back and buttocks, causing intense pain, and more often than not, blood to flow. Only the knowledge that Alice would come to her later that evening before lights out to heal her, made it possible for her to maintain even a semblance of fortitude. But the worst were those occasions where Michelle received the knout, the preferred instrument only of Tatyana, a particularly hostile hetaera. Michelle never knew why Tatyana preferred the knout, nor where she had learned to wield the big Russian whip so effectively. Today it had been Tatyana’s turn, and the floor ran red with Michelle’s blood before Tatyana had even reached the count of four. By the end, Michelle had barely been capable of giving the knout’s handle the ritual kiss at punishment’s end, and her voice had been almost inaudible when stating the customary thanks for her chastisement.
Michelle remained still, her back on fire, wondering why Alice had bade her stay after evening prayers. Normally Michelle went to wait on the hetaerae at table, and then after a hasty meal would be dismissed to her room, to wait there until Alice came to heal her so that she could sleep. She heard footsteps, and knew that Alice must have stepped down from her dias. Michelle pressed herself even harder against the cool marble floor. She tried to remain still as Alice approached, but her body’s trembling betrayed her fear. Then Michelle felt the touch of the Superior’s healing hand on her cheek. The deep wounds in Michelle’s back began to close, and she knew that when she examined herself in the mirror that night, she would find not the slightest scar. A solitary tear trickled down Michelle’s cheek. It fell to the floor, disappearing in the blood that had pooled there. Then the blood, like Michelle’s pain, evaporated, both from the floor and from Michelle’s tunic.
“I’d say you have quite a few months to go, before your hair has grown back to its old length,” said Alice, “which, as you know, will mark the end of your term of penance and punishment. But I can extend your sentence, or remit it, at my pleasure. I could have you flogged nightly for the next decade, or released this instant, if I please. Do you have any thoughts on what I should do?”
Michelle knew better that to pretend to have any advice for the temple’s superior, instead saying only that she was always tried to do exactly as she was told to the best of her ability, and that she hoped that one day the pain she experienced would be sufficient to atone for her crimes against her husband, which were sins against the Goddess.
“Of course. That goes without saying,” said Alice, extending a foot for Michelle to kiss. “But if it were up to you, would you like to be released from the temple? Would you like to return home?” Michelle struggled to suppress the wave of despair rising within her. Michelle begged without reserve to be permitted to stay, or if ordered home, to at least be allowed to visit the Temple. She promised that if sent home, she would be a loyal wife, her obedience to her husband so total that she would be indistinguishable from a slave.
“I don’t think your husband wants you to be his slave. He’s already got one of those. But you’ll find all about that soon enough. It’s not that you’ve earned a remission of sentence. Not at all. If it weren’t the fact that I have a special purpose in mind for you, you’d be here another six months at the very least. But I need you to resume your old life. The charity work, the bridge games, the socializing, all that you did before, including attending mass daily, confession weekly and in all things, appearing to be the good Catholic. Do you think you can do that?”
“Yes! Oh yes, Hetaera Superior, I can do all that, but only because you require it. I had never planned to attend a church again, and had thought I would devote myself forever to the Goddess. But if you require that I serve Yahweh instead --” Michelle felt a strong hand grasp her short locks, and her head was pulled harshly upward, compelling her to stare into the face of the Hetaera Superior.
“I said you would appear to be a good Catholic, not be one.” Alice released Michelle, who once more pressed her face to the floor, and listening with even greater attention as the Superior continued. “You will appear to have survived your ordeal in this Temple with your Catholic faith intact, or indeed, stronger than ever. Father Mahoney will be overjoyed to have one of his “lost lambs” returned. But you will not devote yourself to Yahweh. You will never forget that you are free only at my sufferance, and that you must serve the Goddess at all times and in all things. When you say your rosary, you will think not of Mary, but of Aphrodite. When you attend mass, you will offer silent prayers to the Goddess. You will contact Penelope daily, and visit this Temple weekly to give her a full report on all your dealings, and in particular, those involving Opus Dei.” Michelle looked up in surprise.
“I did not give you permission to look at me,” said Alice.
“Beg pardon, Hetaera Superior,” said Michelle, her face once again pressed to the floor. Opus Dei was a Catholic organization whose members were mostly ordinary people, not clergy. There was less than a hundred thousand members in the world, and only a small number in Toronto. Michelle had met a few at a diocese functions: dry, humourless fanatics, devoted entirely to the faith.
“Look up at me again without my leave, and I’ll flog you myself, and you’ll go unhealed for a week. Yes, you will join Opus Dei. Like most of them, you will be a mere supernumerary. As a married woman, their stupid rules do not allow you aspire to any role higher than that. But you will use all of your intelligence, your looks, every gift the gods have given you, to impress Opus Dei with your devotion, and you will rise as high and as quickly as you can. And of your progress, you will, as I have said, keep us fully informed.”
“Yes, Hetaera Superior. May I ask a question about my duties?”
“You may.”
“If I were to have entered this Temple, pretending to love the Goddess, but in my heart serving only Yahweh, surely I would be discovered. I could never get away with it. How can I join Opus Dei under false pretences, and not be found out?”
“Yes, even the lowliest hetaera would sense your insincerity, for they are all in tune with the Goddess, and would know when they are dealing with a pretender who is not of the same spiritual resonance. And the powers that the Goddess channels through me, would allow me to discover such a betrayal the moment I had the slightest contact with you. But Yahweh, for reasons only known to him, does not reveal himself to his followers, the way Aphrodite does to us. He plays little role in the daily lives of his worshipers. He performs almost no miracles, and but rarely reveals himself. So far as we are aware, he devolves none of his powers onto his bishops, nor does he protect them nor his lesser clergy, the way the Goddess protects her superiors and other hetaerae. Because of this, the Catholic Church is, and has always been, vulnerable to interlopers, fraudsters and mischief-makers of all kinds. The Church tries to weed such people out, but their best efforts are those of mortals acting without divine assistance. They are dangerous and not to be underestimated, but you need not fear that Yahweh himself will help unmask you. If you are alert, if you are diligent, if you keep your wits about you and stay calm, you would have to be unlucky indeed to be discovered.”
“And if I am found out? What happens then?”
“Oh. Well, as for that, they will kill you, of course. They will ritually strangle you, or if in a particularly bad mood, burn you alive. But that’s not the worst of it. Because you will have openly professed yourself to be a worshiper of Yahweh, you will be subject to Him in the afterlife. Yahweh’s punishment for treachery is to make the offender suffer for all eternity in the ninth circle of hell. The only good part about it, is you might get to meet Judas. Other than that, it’s a bummer. I suggest that you not get caught.”
The meeting, by far the longest Michelle had ever had with the Superior, went on for another hour, as Alice gave her more detailed instructions before dismissing her. Michelle retreated from the audience room, turning her back on the Superior only after she was outside in the hall and had closed the doors. Michelle breathed a sigh of relief as she walked down a passageway that led to her room tucked into an obscure corner of the temple, for any encounter with Alice was fraught with danger, and Michelle was glad to have escaped not only without harm, but with the knowledge that she was going to do something important for the Temple. She would greatly miss the daily contact with the Temple’s hetaera. But on the other hand, there would be no more rising at 5 a.m. to perform the most menial temple duties. She would be allowed to eat regular meals, instead of feeding off the scraps from the table of the most junior hetaerae. And best of all, no more nightly floggings. She would be free! Or at least, by comparison it would feel like freedom. Joining Opus Dei would be a chore. Michelle knew a few of its devotees, and they were a tedious bunch, somewhat given to cant. The thought of spending a lot of time with such people made her feel ill, but this was Alice’s order, and thus the will of the Goddess. Michelle warmed to the thought of doing something to get herself into Aphrodite’s good books. This last thought came to Michelle as she reached her room, and filled with joy at the thought of an opportunity to please the Goddess, Michelle did not even bother to close the door, but instead knelt at the small alcove in the hallway to her room that held a statuette of the Goddess, and poured out her thanks to Aphrodite. Michelle begged the Goddess to assist her in any task the Temple set for her, promising that she would always perform to the best of her ability any order given to her by the least of the Hetaerae.
“That’s good to hear.” Michelle whirled, and saw Tatyana in the open doorway.
“Beg pardon, Miss Tatyana. I did not know you were present.” Michelle stepped forward to kiss the hand offered to her, and to see if the hetaera’s other hand held the knout. On seeing it did not, Michelle almost cried with relief. Tatyana noticed the woman’s glance, and laughed.
“I didn’t bring my toy with me. At least, not that toy.” Tatyana brushed past a kneeling Michelle and sat on the bed, and commanded Michelle to close the door. “Is it true what I hear? That you’re going to be leaving us sooner than we thought?”
“Yes, Miss Tatyana. The Superior has decided to remit my sentence, and despite my manifest unworthiness, I will be released from the Temple some time in the next few days.”
“And you will miss us so much, I’m sure,” said Tatyana, who had done the most to make Michelle regret ever having been forced to submit to Temple discipline.
“I won’t miss the punishments, but there is much I will miss. Temple discipline is a good thing, if it doesn’t involve flogging. I actually like it. And there’s other benefits, too. For one thing, I swear I think I look younger. I don’t think I look like I’m out of my twenties, Miss Tatyana. I’ll miss that a lot.”
“So long as come back now and again, I think you’ll find that your looks don’t fade much. And you are coming back, aren’t you?”
“I’m told I’ll be allowed to visit at least weekly.” Michelle paused, and with some trepidation, said, “May I ask you a question, Miss Tatyana? About the flogging, and in particular, the punishment I received at your hands?”
“You may, provided it is not impertinent.”
“Yes, Miss Tatyana. May I ask why the punishment I received at your hands, was worse than what I received from any of your sister hetaerae? I don’t claim not to have deserved it, but I do wish to know what I might do, to prevent ever being knouted again.” “You poor thing,” said Tatyana, rising from the bed, and stroking Michelle’s face. “It must have been very hard for you. But part of the punishment, was that you would never know what to expect when you came to the discipline room each afternoon. The Superior, knowing me to be stronger than the other hetaerae, assigned me the task of knouting you. If it is any consolation to you, I did not enjoy it. I hope that none of the hetaerae enjoyed whipping you, We did it because the Superior, and thus the Goddess, ordered it.”
“I was terrified that I’d provoked you somehow,” said Michelle.
“No, you never wrong me” said Tatyana rising from the bed, and bidding Michelle herself to rise and stand before her. Michelle did as instructed, her eyes taking in Tatyana’s form. She was one of the more junior hetaerae, but nonetheless an intimidating specimen. She’d joined the temple not long after Michelle herself had been captured and confined. Michelle had not been permitted to witness the rare double induction ceremony, wherein Tatyana and Mika were entered into the ranks of the Temple’s Hetaerae. But she had heard talk of it in the kitchen, scraps of information that she could not quite put together. Apparently Tatyana’s induction had been preceded by an unusual ceremony of some kind, but Michelle was able to glean no more than that.
Tatyana, at almost six feet tall, towered over Michelle, her long, black hair falling in waves down her back. Michelle knew from personal experience that Tatyana was stronger than the other hetaerae, but was no less feminine for it. The woman’s beauty stood out, even in a Temple to the Goddess filled with women of the greatest physical charm.
“But for the flogging, you were untouchable, at least in the most intimate sense,” said Tatyana, running her hand through Michelle’s abbreviated blond locks. “You were off limits to all of us, during your period of penance. And more than that, you were off limits to yourself, as well, correct?”
“Yes, Miss Tatyana. The Superior forbade me from touching myself, or stimulating myself in any way whatsoever.”
“That must have been very difficult for you,” said Tatyana, her voice low. She stroked Michelle’s ear, and then cupped her chin.
“Yes, Miss Tatyana, it was.” In fact, it had been hell. Michelle had been a highly sexed woman since her mid-teens. She’d spread her favours liberally during high school and university, and even during marriage, she’d had the odd partner other than her husband. At least, until a few years back, when her marriage had improved. And since then, she’d had more sex than ever, and it had been agony not to feel her husband’s touch, and unable to relieve her own needs.
“Off limits, and yet so tempting,” said Tatyana, her voice even lower. Her hands reached out, and undid the belt to Michelle’s tunic. Michelle felt her lips trembling, if not with fear, then something else, some combination of unknown feelings that resembled fear. The ends of the belt dropped to Michelle’s side when Tatyana let go. The hetaera’s hands took hold of the fabric. “Lift your hands, Michelle.” Tatyana raised the tunic over Michelle’s head, noting with amusement the way the woman’s hands attempted yet failed to completely cover her bare but very ample breasts. With the Michelle’s hands thus occupied and unable to fend off an advance even if she wanted to, Tatyana wrapped her arms around the woman’s waist, and pulled her gently towards her, Michelle submitting to the hetaera’s strength. Tatyana bent down, and now their lips gently touched. Michelle did not know what to do with her hands, and let them fall to her sides. Michelle felt her lips part of their own volition, not yet returning the kiss, but giving in to it, at first with hesitation, and then more fully.
Although quite varied in her sexual experience, including a never-to-be-forgotten threeway during a drunken frosh week, Michelle had never been with a woman. The idea had never appealed to her, or at least, not enough for her to go looking for the experience. And no opportunity had ever come her way, until now.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” said Tatyana, more as a statement than a question.
“No, Miss Tatyana. You’ll be my first.” Tatyana smiled broadly. “I thought so.” Michelle was taken aback when Tatyana lifted her without apparent effort, and then placed her on the bed, kneeling between Michelle’s legs. Then she moved forward, and embraced Michelle again, their kiss now more passionate, Michelle feeling and sharing Tatyana’s desire. Michelle’s hands wandered down, held Tatyana’s tunic, and began to raise it.
“Not so fast,” said Tatyana, taking Michelle’s hands, and holding them both easily in one of her own. “You don’t get to set the pace. I do. Got it?”
“Yes, Miss Tatyana.”
“Let’s make sure,” said the hetaera, easily flipping Michelle onto her side, exposing her behind and give her a few swift and hard smacks on the ass. “Are you sure you understand?”
“Yes. YES! I understand, Miss Tatyana. I really understand,” said Michelle, alarmed that the spanking turned her on more than she thought possible.
Tatyana got off the bed, and then slowly began to raise her tunic, exposing the glory that was her body. Michelle watched in awe as the woman’s slim, but shapely thighs came into view, followed by an ample, yet tight and perfect ass. Tatyana’s stomach showed the merest hint of a six pack, and then the woman’s breasts were lifted up with the tunic, and when freed, bounced, then swayed before settling down, high on Tatyana’s body, her breasts large, firm, and capped by nipples that were small, pink points of perfection. Tatyana ran her hands through her hair, and then let her jet black locks tumbled down, partially concealing her pale, white body.
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