Sisters Of Stone
Chapter 2
Sara felt the full moon breach the horizon and in Her minds eye She could see it’s silvery light play across the stone circle that had for so long protected Her sleeping form and She knew that as it reached it’s zenith She would feed.
At first Sara had sated herself with the sisters at the convent, the one’s whose sexual energy had sustained Her through centuries of sleep, but now She was ready for really fresh meat, the virginal meal that would restore Her to Her full potential and She knew just where to find it.
That first night after Her awakening, Carol, who until Sara’s return had been the MotherSister had selected two girls at Sara’s request. She chose two who really were sisters, at least half sisters, Selena and Lucy. They were bathed and anointed with aromatic oils before being dressed in honour of Sara’s mothers, the dryad Ama and the naiad Ilian.
Selena’s auburn hair was woven with flowers and her diaphanous dress was the green and brown of the Ama’s forest whereas Lucy’s long blonde hair was dressed with water lilies and golden thread and her pale blue silk dress flowed over her lithe body like a waterfall fed from Ilian’s spring.
Hand in hand the two nymphs entered Sara’s temple, their legs trembling slightly as they approached their goddess, the marble floor cold to their bare feet.
Sara awaited them, dressed now in a long green silk dressing gown and lounging seductively on pillows piled at the head of the large black silk covered bed that served as Her altar. Her beauty and power were almost too much for the would be nymphs, but even if they had wanted to, once in Her presence, they could not have turned away from Her.
With a sweep of Her hand, music started, soft strings and haunting flutes, a tune passed down from Sara’s earliest days.
Unbidden the two nymphs started a formal dance, their bare feet light on the white marble, telling the story of Sara’s birth. Soon the instruments were joined by the steady beat of a drum, its tempo matching the girls heart beats perfectly. Steadily the rhythm increased and the two girls moved closer together, their fingertips seeking the others eager body.
Sara sat motionless, tasting the sweet nectar of the girl’s arousal, an hors d’oeuvres to whet Her palate.
The sprites embraced, hands exploring, seeking the others secret places, their eyes locked as their mouths approached. From Her altar Sara licked Her full red lips, Her eyes half closed as She scented their desire. Their mouths met and tongues slid softly against lip and tongue.
Sara watched, impressed by the adherence to the ancient story and knew for a certainty that these two had honoured Her in this way at the spring equinox that marked Her birth as Woman, although then the altar would have been occupied by the slightly less compelling MotherSister, Carol.
Ilian lifted her head and whispered, “The music must continue.” Ama smiled and replied “Yes, the song must live to be given back one day.”
Sara felt a touch of deep sadness at those words, translated now in to modern speech, for they were spoken by Her mothers on the final night of their earthly existence, before they gave Her their song and made Her Woman.
Taking Lucy’s hand in hers Selena approached the altar, her head bent as she found it all but impossible to look upon the beautiful face of her goddess. “Come, sister, lover, friend, let us combine our songs and with it give life.”
They climbed on to the bed facing each other with Sara’s legs between them and once more embraced, their kisses warm and eager, though Sara could taste an undercurrent of fear that added spice to their desire for her and each other. The kiss lasted for long lingering minutes and neither girl was aware of Sara reaching out and caressing their thighs, drawing their passion out.
They undressed each other with surprising gentleness given their arousal and the awe inspiring presence of Sara, who continued to sample their emotions, sipping the delicate fruitiness like a fine wine.
Although in Her current form Sara could not enter another’s mind as She could when She was a free spirit, She could affect emotions, banking up the ones She craved and dampening those that would interfere with Her needs, and so the two sisters found their love and desire for the other greater than ever before.
Lucy let out a gasp as she felt Selena’s fingers slide inside her moist pussy and Sara let out a soft moan as the girls sudden pleasure hit Her.
Lucy bent and kissed Selena’s swollen nipple as Sara sat forward, her robe falling from her shoulders and baring her large firm breasts as she placed a hand on the back of each girls head. Sara’s fingertips drew power from them even as they urged them on to greater passion.
With the softest of pressure Sara guided Lucy’s face down over Selena’s firm stomach, stopping only for her to tongue the wood nymph’s navel, something of course the original Ama had not possessed.
Selena’s eyes closed and her lips parted as Lucy’s tongue laved the crest of her shaven mound and Sara could smell the young girls arousal as well as taste her emotions. Lucy lay on her back, her head between Selena’s thighs and started to lick, letting her tongue explore the sweet crevices of her sister lover.
Sara could feel the heat of passion rising in Selena, and if the story were to continue as scripted she would go down on her sister 69 style. But tonight Sara needed more than a homage to Her birth, She needed sustenance and so She whispered softly in Selena’s ear, calming her, letting the simmering need rise without boiling over.
Sara held Selena tightly, the nubile girl’s head resting on Sara’s welcoming bosom as Lucy’s tongue continued to swirl and lap at Selena’s dripping pussy.
Sara was aware of Selena’s imminent climax even before the girl herself was, so lost was she in the warmth of her goddesses breasts. Sara put her hand under the girls chin and lifted her face. Selena was still too awestruck to gaze at her goddess until Sara whispered, “Look at me, child.”
Through fluttering lashes Selena gazed into Sara’s deep green eyes and the look of love and desire spoke deeply to Sara, although She knew that soon that love would be all consuming as She gently moved Selena’s auburn curls from her shoulder, exposing her delicate, milk white throat.
Sara bent Her head, Her lips close to Selena’s ear and breathed. “Cum now, my sweet darling, cum and let Mother show you what love for Her is really like.”
The words had not slipped passed Sara’s soft lips before the eruption started, the climax springing from clit to nipple and anus with the speed of light. Sara turned her head slightly and pressed her lips to Ama’s silky smooth throat.
As the climax dulled Selena’s senses even more than Sara’s words had done, Sara dined on her. For the first time in centuries Sara fed, drinking, eating, feasting on the girls sexually charged life force.
It took a great act of will, one that only a goddess could achieve, that allowed Sara to stop Her meal before She completely drained the sister child’s energy. As it was Selena slumped to the silk covered altar, unconscious, her auburn locks framing her face as a bright red weal in the exact shape of Sara’s beautiful lips rose scarlet on the now even paler skin of her neck.
Vitality suffused Sara even as Selena collapsed and everything became sharper, clearer to Her. She could almost read Lucy’s mind, her senses where so finely tuned, and in that mind she sensed fear mixed with desire and awe as the naiad’s stand in gazed upon the almost glowing body of her Mother goddess. Sara did nothing to quell those emotions, instead She let them wash over her like a river in a spring flood.
Despite her fear the girl playing Ilian managed to stammer, “Is sh..she dead, Mother?”
Sara turned on her smile and the whole room seemed brighter as she looked lovingly on her child and assured her. “No, honey. She will be fine.”
“Are y..you going to do that to me?” the almost petrified girl asked, though whether she feared the answer would be ‘no’ rather than ‘yes’ she could not have expressed.
Again Sara smiled as she said simply “Yes, honey.”
With trembling fingers Lucy brushed away her long blonde locks and offered her throat in a way that almost made Sara weep with joy.
“No, sweetheart. Not like that, you must cum for me first. Let me show you how much your Mother loves you, child.” Sara said as she climbed down from her altar, knelt beside the silken bed and drew Lucy’s silky smooth pussy towards Her waiting tongue.
With years of practice Sara knew exactly how to bring a young girl to a passionate release, but She also knew how to keep her just on the edge, mewing softly as the waves threatened to break. For over an hour Sara’s fingers, lips and tongue played the nubile body like a violin, raising both high squeals and low moans to make a symphony of passion.
By now the young woman probably wouldn’t have minded if Sara did take her life, she only knew she had to cum or lose her sanity. Then without warning Sara’s hands were on Lucy’s breasts, Her bright red nails biting into the softly yielding flesh as She pressed her mouth to Lucy’s clit.
The climax alone would probably have left the young girl unconscious even without Sara draining her, mixing the released emotions with the real taste of cum. Sara held the young girl down until she felt her go limp after a final spasm of pleasure.
Sara stood, looked down and watched as her mark, a mirror of the one on Selena’s throat almost pulsed into life at the top of her victim, lover, daughter’s labia. She clapped her hands and at once the music that had continued playing throughout ceased and Carol and two young blonde women emerged from behind a semi translucent screen. They were naked and sweat glistened on their skin and the aroma of arousal hung around them like a mist.
“Take these two and put them to bed, but make sure you tie their hands and feet for when they wake will they will try to play with themselves so violently they might harm themselves, and they would certainly harm any other woman who they could get at.” Sara instructed and, with a bow of her head Carol organised the other two musicians to fulfil their Goddess’s wishes.
When the room was empty Sara picked up Her robe and left Her temple and wandered the house, sensing, though never seeing the other occupants. As She passed the room in which Kitty and Ami were now sleeping in each others arms, Sara once more sensed the different aura the young Asian possessed and looked forward to tasting her very soon.
Over the next few weeks each of the girls, including Carol were honoured with an audience with their goddess, and each emerged unconscious and bearing the stigmata of her love. No two girls were marked in the same place and it became quite the fashion once they had recovered to display the badge of acceptance brazenly and proudly.
Some of the girls recovered quicker than others, though poor Selena never really did. She was confined to her room, bound hand and foot for over a week, and even now cannot enter the presence of her beloved goddess without whimpering and playing with her pussy. Her half sister Lucy took pity on her and slept in her bed each night after she was unbound; although truth be told, she didn’t sleep much, no more than half an hour would pass before she felt Selena’s fingers or tongue seeking to bring her lover to climax, craving the energy she had given to her Mother.
Also confined to her room, although not physically restrained, was the young girl Jenny. Her stupor had worn off very shortly after she had been left by Sara and she had demanded to be allowed to go home. This, she had been informed by the young girl dressed as a maid, was impossible as their Mother had specifically said that she was to remain.
Admittedly her prison was comfortable, the large four-poster bed was accompanied by a small table and a sofa and books lined one wall, there was even an en-suite bathroom with the largest tub Jenny had ever seen, but the locked door and barred windows proclaimed it to be a cell nonetheless.
Her only contact was with the ‘sisters’ when they brought her food or a change of nightdress, for that was all she was ever allowed to wear. They were always polite, even deferential saying that their Mother was very pleased with her and that She would initiate her into the sisterhood Herself.
After the first couple of days however she started to notice a change in some of the sisters, they seemed almost predatory and would try and touch her and they displayed what appeared to be a tattoo of a pair of bright red lips, some in very unusual places. All they talked about was how beautiful their Mother was and how much they loved Her, and how much Jenny would love Her very soon.
The only sister who seemed really friendly was a young brunette name Sharon, she didn’t have the now almost ubiquitous tattoo and would sometimes just come and talk to Jenny.
Jenny pleaded with Sharon to help her escape, saying how weird the other girls were. Sharon confided that it happened after the girl had been called to see Mother and that they had to be restrained afterwards and that one girl had not recovered yet and had been bound in her room for days. Sharon sometimes seemed as scared as Jenny was and whispered how she didn’t want to be changed like the others and was dreading being called even though she did love her Mother very much.
After three weeks of captivity Jenny was visited by Carol who was attended by one of the marked sisters who carried over her arm a white silk gown with gold trim.
“You are to be introduced formally to your new Mother at midnight tonight, little one.” Carol said, her face beaming. “It is to be a very special ceremony, first your friend Sharon will be offered, then The Mother will welcome you into Her Love. I will return later and help prepare you myself.”
Carol nodded towards the bed and the sister carrying the ceremonial dress laid it out reverently on top of the satin bedspread, smoothing it longingly with her fingers. She turned and looked at Jenny with pure lust burning in her eyes before she left with Carol and locked Jenny inside.
Jenny was close to panic, she didn’t want a new Mother; she already had a mother! She sat on the sofa and tears rolled down her face.
After a few minutes Jenny heard the key turn in the lock and the door opened to reveal Sharon, her face white with fear. She closed the door behind her and ran to Jenny, sitting beside her and hugging her tightly.
“Y..You’ve heard then.” Sharon stuttered nervously, Jenny’s nod telling her all she needed to know.
“I don’t want to be changed.” Sharon sobbed softly. “I love The Mother but I love you too, and I don’t want us changed.”
“What can we do?” Jenny asked softly, realising that she too loved this girl, though not in the way the sisters seemed to love each other.
“We could try and escape.” Sharon said so quietly Jenny almost didn’t hear her. “My audience isn’t supposed to start till about eleven thirty and I heard Carol saying that you were to be dressed and prepared at around nine so that they could have a time of communion before you are brought before Her.
“I could come and release you at eleven and we can be long gone before they even know we are missing.” Sharon babbled quickly for fear of them being disturbed making their plans.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jenny asked. “You seem to belong here.”
Sharon smiled sadly and wiped a tear from Jenny’s cheek with the tip of her finger. “I do, it’s the only place I have ever thought of as home, but I’m frightened and I don’t want to lose you.”
Sharon stood and glanced behind her, making sure they were still alone then bent and kissed Jenny in the centre of her forehead. “Till later. Don’t let on when they come to dress you, unfortunately I can’t get you any other clothes so you’ll have to go in that dress.”
Jenny blushed at the kiss but it seemed more sisterly than sexual and certainly Sharon did not have that look of lust in her eyes like the other sisters. She glanced at the dress, and in other circumstances would not have been able to wait to put it on, but she didn’t think it was the sort of clothing one would normally choose to wear when trying to escape. She shrugged and thought, ‘Oh well if that is all there is.’ But said with a smile. “Thank you, Sharon.”
Sharon returned the smile and left her friend quickly so as not to be discovered and locked the door behind her.
Alone once more Jenny picked up the book she had been trying to read for the last few days, but she couldn’t concentrate and eventually drifted off to sleep, her dreams haunted by images of the sisters and Her lips.
“It’s time for you to be prepared.” Carol said waking the slumbering Jenny who looked up and saw three sisters, naked as the day they were born and unadorned save for the red lipped mark of their ascension to true daughters of The Mother. Carol’s mark was on the top of her left breast, the redhead’s on her upper thigh and the brunette’s kissed her navel.
Carol clapped her hands and said “Bathe her.”
Jenny found her arms grabbed by the younger sisters and pulled to her feet. “Let go!” she cried out, but the girls ignored her and ripped off her thin nightdress leaving her as naked as them before dragging her kicking and screaming into the bathroom.
The redhead stood behind Jenny and held her tightly, pinning her arms to her side whilst the brunette ran the bath, pouring in a liberal quantity of scented oil that filled the room with steam and a heady aroma of spices.
“If you struggle you might hurt yourself, sweetheart.” The redhead breathed into Jenny’s ear before flicking her lobe playfully with her tongue. “And we don’t want to bruise your pretty skin before you are presented to our Mother.”
“I wonder where She will put Her Kiss?” The brunette wondered as her finger slid across Jenny’s stomach, over her hip and down the outside of her thigh whilst licking her lips hungrily.
“Be patient, Kelly.” The redhead warned. “You know sister Carol said we weren’t to play with her until after Mother has shown her how much she is loved.”
Kelly pouted and said sullenly. “But, Penelope, she is so pretty, I only want her to know how pretty she is even before Mother has kissed her and made her our little sister.”
“I know, my angel.” Penelope said soothingly. “Maybe if you are a good little girl, Mother will let you be with her when she wakes up, you know how she will feel then, don’t you my darling.”
Kelly’s lascivious smile and deep throated moan spoke much louder than words.
Throughout this exchange Jenny had remained quiet and had resolved not to put up too much of a fight as she wanted to be as fit as possible when Sharon came to give her her freedom, so to throw them off the scent she asked plaintively, “Will Mother really love me?”
“Oh sweet girl.” Penelope sighed as she released her hold. “We will all love you very soon. Come now and let me and Kelly bathe you as Mother ordered.”
Jenny allowed herself to be led to the bathtub and climbed in. The water was warm and inviting and she let out a sigh as she lay back. Soon hands were all over her and she felt strangely relaxed for one who planned on escaping these very people in the next couple of hours.
“Wake up sweetheart.” Kelly said, her voice sounding to Jenny as if it came from a long way away.
“The water from Ilian’s spring seems to be very potent today.” Kelly said as an aside as the two sisters helped a slightly dazed Jenny from the bath, wrapping her in a large white towel and drying her thoroughly.
Penelope agreed with smile adding, “It is always a potent mix, the waters of Ilian and scented oil from Ama’s forest.”
Jenny had no idea what they were talking about but it didn’t, at that moment, seem all that important.
Once dry the Kissed sisters led Jenny back to her room and sat her on the edge of the bed on which Carol was sitting cross-legged. Carol picked up a hairbrush and started to pull it through Jenny’s soft blonde hair. As she brushed, Carol hummed a soft tune that reminded Jenny of something, but she seemed so sleepy she couldn’t remember what.
With her hair smooth and straight Carol finished it off with a woven garland of flowers and announced. “There, if it were possible you look even prettier than normal.”
Jenny smiled at the compliment and allowed her self to be raised and step into the long white dress.
“Pretty as a picture.” Kelly sighed lovingly and asked Carol if she could stay with Jenny until the ceremony. “I won’t touch, sister. I promise.”
Something about Kelly staying worried Jenny but why she wasn’t sure, but Carol saved the situation by saying. “No sweetheart, we also must get ready for tonight’s ceremony, Mother wants all of us together to witness our sweet Jenny’s initiation, and anyway I think she wants to sleep a little.”
Jenny agreed that she was so tired she could hardly keep her eyes open and hardly noticed the three girls leave.
‘I must keep awake for when Sharon comes.’ She said to herself, even as her eyes fluttered and closed.
“Jenny!” Sharon hissed, shaking the slumbering sacrifice gently.
Reluctantly Jenny opened her eyes and smiled at her friend. “Hello, Sharon.” She slurred slightly.
“Come on. We haven’t much time.” Sharon urged, helping Jenny to her feet. “The others are all with Mother in the temple, we must get as far away from here as we can before they notice we’ve gone.”
For the first time Jenny realised that Sharon was dressed almost identically to her but her dress and flowers were cornflower blue. Jenny giggled as she let herself be led from her room for the first time in weeks.
“Shhh.” Sharon hissed as she stepped out into the darkened corridor outside Jenny’s room.
“I was just thinking what people will think when they see us.” Jenny said in a loud whisper.
“We’ll just say our car broke down on the way to a fancy dress party.” Sharon suggested as she took Jenny’s hand and led her through the quiet house.
The front door was unlocked and the two girls stepped out into a warm moonlit night. “Follow me.” Sharon whispered and set off across the well manicured lawn towards the edge of the forest that surrounded the property. “Stay close or we might get lost in the forest.”
The night air seemed to clear some of the cobwebs from Jenny’s mind and she quickly followed the receding figure of her friend. Once inside the encircling trees however Jenny soon lost track of which way they were going and the canopy was far too close for the moon’s light to penetrate.
Both girls were barefoot and had to go slower than they would have liked to avoid stepping on anything sharp. After half an hour Jenny had absolutely no idea where they were until the trees suddenly gave way to a moonlit grassy hill with dark silhouettes of stone on its crown.
Jenny stopped in her tracks as she recognised Barrow Hill and recalled meeting the tall redheaded woman the sisters called Mother. That was the last she remembered until she awoke in the room that became her prison.
Sharon realised that Jenny was not following her as she started to ascend the hill and so stopped and quickly backtracked. “What’s wrong, honey?” she asked.
“That’s where I met Her.” Jenny explained. “Can’t we round?”
“I’m sorry, there’s a deep stream to the left and the wood is all brambles to the right, we’ve got to go over. And anyway we might be able to see a light in a house nearby from the top.”
With great reluctance Jenny allowed herself to be led up Barrow Hill although she was constantly looking behind her for signs of pursuit or anxiously up ahead imagining the stones to be sisters waiting for her at the summit. There was however no sign of anyone in pursuit and the stones remained very stonelike.
The nearer they got to the summit the less Jenny seemed afraid and started to chat a little to her accomplice. “How long were you at the house, Sharon?”
“Since I was eighteen.” Sharon said simply through strained breathing. “Sorry.” She gasped “I get quite breathless climbing, well have a quick rest at the top.”
The summit of Barrow Hill was the last place on earth, apart from the house they had so recently vacated that Jenny would have chosen to rest, but her friend seemed to be almost on the verge of an asthma attack and so she nodded her agreement.
The moon now was almost directly overhead and Jenny guessed it was probably near to midnight which would mean their disappearance would have been discovered. She knew this should make her anxious but for some strange reason all she felt was calmness. “Probably the bath.” She said out loud without meaning to as they stepped between two of the large standing stones.
“Oh.” Sharon panted. “They bathed you in Ilian and Ama, no wonder you were so drowsy back there.”
Jenny assumed that this meant something, but it certainly made it no clearer to her.
Standing on the crest of the mound the two young girls stood bathed in moonlight and looked all around for signs of human habitation, but the night was still and dark.
Sharon sank to the ground panting heavily trying to get her breath back and Jenny sat beside and let out a laugh as she looked down at her lovely white dress, now showing scuffs and little tears from their dash through the forest. “What a poor sacrifice I’d make now.” She said with a smile.
“You look lovely.” Sharon said softly and Jenny felt her cheeks redden and she dipped her head.
“Sorry.” Sharon said apologetically. “I didn’t mean anything, I just need to catch my breath. I seem to get breathless very easily these days.”
Unlooked for, an image of a breathless Sharon sprang in to Jenny’s mind, although it was not climbing a hill that left her so, and Jenny’s blush returned with a vengeance.
Sharon took Jenny’s hand in hers, half expecting it to be snatched away; but it wasn’t. Encouraged she said. “I know you aren’t in to other girls, Jenny. But maybe, when we are safe, we could, you know, kiss as friends.”
Jenny’s heart pounded in her chest and she was all too aware of Sharon’s warm hand holding hers and her sweet perfume was a match for any of the small flowers that grew on the hillside. Without looking up she said softly. “I feel safe now.”
Jenny couldn’t believe she had said that, not only because of the come on it gave her friend but because in spite of her predicament she did feel safe, it was irrational she knew, but there it was.
Out of the corner of her eye Jenny saw Sharon’s head move closer to hers. “If we are safe then…” Sharon said as her lips brushed against Jenny’s, so softly it was hardly a kiss at all but it sent a shiver down Jenny’s spine as Sharon said after a short pause. “One more for luck.”
Sharon stayed still and let Jenny close the minuscule gap between them. This time there was pressure and Sharon had to hold every muscle taught to stop her trembling, so vital was her need for Jenny.
Jenny let her eyes close and tilted her head slightly, lips parting as she felt the very tip of Sharon’s tongue slide along her bottom lip.
It was as if a door to her passion had been thrown open, no longer able to confine her desire, a need that had been building over her time held captive in such a sexually charged prison. She moaned loudly, hungrily as Sharon put her hand behind Jenny’s head and pulled her closer, tongues exploring, entwining, tasting.
Jenny was suddenly aware of Sharon’s hands that were sliding over the silky smooth material of Jenny’s dress. Without encouragement Jenny mirrored her friend’s movements imagining how much silkier Sharon’s skin would be.
Without breaking the kiss, Sharon took Jenny’s elbows in her hands and lifted the blonde to her feet. For the merest second Jenny thought how quickly Sharon had recovered from her breathlessness, but the thought was torn to tatters, burnt up by the fire of lust that raged within her.
With practiced skill Sharon pulled down the zip that held Jenny’s dress and let the garment fall, pooling in silky waves around her bare feet, exposing her nakedness to her lover and the ever-watchful moon. Sharon didn’t wait for Jenny to copy her and she too was soon standing naked holding her partners hands, admiring her firm body and shapely breasts, the moonlight glinting on the diamond stud in her navel.
From afar they would have looked as if they were about to start a dance, but dancing was the last thing on either girl’s mind and they were soon once again kissing and fondling, revelling in the love of another woman, Jenny for the first time, Sharon for a time beyond counting.
Jenny thought her body was about to explode as Sharon ‘s tongue licked its way down her throat, over the crest of her breast before circling a hardened crinkled nipple. But the fire did not catch as a sudden wave of calmness flooded through her, pulling her back from the brink, allowing her to luxuriate in the pleasure Sharon was conjuring up.
The young blonde gasped as Sharon took the navel ring between her teeth, pulling it gently, turning Jenny ever so slightly until she was facing due east then she opened her mouth and released it just as her finger slipped inside Jenny’s already dripping pussy, her thumb pressing against her swollen clit.
No longer worrying about going too fast for her recently seduced lover, Sharon finger fucked her for all she was worth, her other hand squeezing Jenny’s deliciously round arse. Looking up she saw Jenny’s head back, eyes closed as she squeezed her breasts roughly trying to break through to the release she craved.
Sharon allowed herself a small smile of self-congratulations, even though she knew why Jenny was not already screaming her orgasm to the moon, she also knew that she herself had played her part well.
With her eyes closed, Jenny did not see the twelve young women step out into the circle, each from behind one of the standing stones, all dressed as she and Sharon had been but in various pastel hues, for only she could wear white that night, she and Sara, Mother and daughter, sacrifice and goddess.
Sharon could not see them either, for now her face was buried in Jenny’s downy cunt, her tongue pushing past lips to lap up her freely flowing juices. But she knew they were there, could feel the energy rise as they pared off, removing dresses as if part of some alfresco ballet before coiling and writhing on the grass.
Neither could she her Mother, but she knew she was there too, walking regally from the west guardian stone towards the two copulating girls.
Jenny felt hands on top of hers, pushing them harder against her aching tits. Panic threatened to overpower her as she knew whose hands they were, and whose breasts pressed softly against her naked back. But the panic could not find a place in Jenny’s desire filled mind and she relaxed, even moved her hands away to allow her Mother full access to the symbol of her womanhood.
“Welcome, sweet daughter.” Sara sighed into Jenny’s ear and removed the barriers she had placed around the young girls emotions, allowing the fear and panic and ecstasy to mix into one violent explosion.
Sara almost reeled as her lips clamped on to the back of her newest daughters neck, the energy flowing up and down her spine like bolts of wild lightening, before being absorbed by her Mother.
The other girls felt the ripples and they came en masse, each crying out Sara’s name as they spilt their juices on the ground and each other.
Lovingly Sara laid Jenny down on the grass with Sharon still kneeling between Jenny’s legs.
Sharon’s doe like eyes stared at Sara; looking for confirmation that she had done well and that her Mother was pleased with her loving daughter.
Sharon almost came as Sara smiled and said “Well done my sweet baby. Come to Mother and let me give you your reward.”
Eagerly Sharon stood and ran to be embraced, to become her Mothers little baby girl once more. Sara knew what her baby needed and pressed her nipple to the mewling girl’s mouth. Sharon felt the warm milk fill her mouth as she suckled contentedly, the blood warm fluid calming her. Then she felt Sara’s hands on her backside, pulling her buttocks apart and letting Her long red finger nail scrape around the sphincter of her anus.
Sharon’s whole body convulsed as she released all her pent up sexual energy as her Mother pushed Her finger passed the normally hidden bright red lip print that Kissed Sharon’s arsehole.
Slowly the other sisters recovered from their own ecstasies and put Jenny and Sharon on two litters and carried them back reverentially to the house. Sharon was placed on her Mothers altar where she would be granted her wish to sleep in her Mothers arms all night, waking only occasionally to suckle those magnificent breasts that had filled her thoughts day and night since she was first taken as Her daughter.
Jenny was carried to her room which had already been prepared after her ‘escape’. Fur lined leather cuffs were chained to each post of the bed. Just before the girls were about to put Jenny to bed Sara entered the room and addressed Kelly saying. “I understand that you wanted to be here when Our daughter awakens, is that right?”
Kelly blushed and said softly “Yes, Mother.”
“Lie on the bed then, sweetheart.” Sara said in a voice that would brook no objection
Gingerly Kelly climbed on to the soft silk covered bed. “Restrain her.” Sara said imperiously and before Kelly could do anything four girls had securely fastened the cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Kelly knew better than to object even when they laid the unconscious form of Jenny on top of her, mouth to mouth, hand to hand, feet to feet and pussy to pussy.
“I hope you will enjoy yourself when Jenny wakes, I’m certain Jenny will.” Sara said with a smile that would have withered anyone at whom it was directed and She and the remaining sisters left the room, locking it tightly behind them.