Chapter 5: The Inner Sanctum
The heavy doors closed with a sound like a held breath released. The click of the latch echoed through the cavernous hall, and then there was only the dark and the incense, thick as velvet, curling around the three women where they stood just inside the threshold.
The church had been built by eighty hands over the course of a year, and it showed in every deliberate line of it. The timber beams overhead were rough-hewn and stained dark with age or smoke, and the wooden floorboards beneath their feet were worn smooth in the center where the congregation knelt. At the far end of the hall, beneath a single guttering lantern, the throne sat on its low dais. Now, the shadows gathered around it, and the amber light caught the edge of a silver ring, a jawline, the glitter of eyes.
"Strip," Abel said, his voice low and unhurried, climbing the walls of the dark hall. "Then kneel before me."
Nia's hands moved first. She was used to being first. The rough hemp tunic came over her head in one practiced motion, and she folded it with precise, economical folds before setting it on the floor beside her. The linen trousers followed. She stood naked for a moment, her dark skin gleaming in the lantern light, her small breasts firm and high on her athletic chest, the close-cropped braids catching the amber glow. She knelt without hurry, knees spread, hands resting on her thighs, and she set her eyes on Abel's face with a stillness that was almost martial.
Bambi made a show of it. Of course she did. She turned her back to the throne and reached behind her to untie the thin strings at her hips, letting the tiny triangle of fabric fall forward with a rustle. Then she hooked her thumbs under the straps at her shoulders and slid them down, and the bikini top fell away from her heavy breasts. They swung free with a soft, full weight, the nipples standing out dark and thick in the lantern light. She turned around slowly, letting him see her. Her platinum hair cascaded over her shoulders, over the tops of those impossibly round tits. Her hips swayed as she lowered herself to her knees beside Nia, and she smiled up at Abel with the shameless, eager grin of a woman showing off a pearl necklace at a party.
Vera trembled. Her fingers fumbled at the straps of her naked apron, and she had to work the small knot twice before it came free. The bib of canvas dropped from her body and pooled at her feet, and she stood exposed, thin as a reed, her pale skin glowing almost white in the dark. Her dull blonde plait hung down her back, and her small breasts rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths. She knelt at the far edge of the group, more behind the other two than beside them, and she lowered her head so her chin nearly touched her chest.
Abel let the silence stretch. The lantern guttered. The incense shifted in a slow, rolling tide. He sat forward on the throne, his elbows resting on his knees, and he looked at each of them in turn, a long, slow assessment like a farmer walking his stock.
"Bambi," he said at last.
She raised her head, her eyes bright. "Yes, Master?"
"Show me what you brought."
Bambi's grin widened. She planted her hands on the floor and pushed her hips up and back, arching her spine so her round, heavy ass rose toward the ceiling and her big tits hung down beneath her chest. She crawled forward on her hands and knees, slow and deliberate, her hips rolling, her thighs spreading wide as she moved. The flesh of her ass quivered with each step. Her swollen clit, the size of the tip of her pinkie finger, glistened in the lantern light, pushing out from the folds of her cunt, wet and eager.
She stopped at the foot of the dais and raised her face to him. "I've been thinking about you all day, Master. About this. About being right here."
"Have you," Abel said. It was not a question. "And what did you think while you hung the laundry?"
Bambi's breath hitched. "I thought about your hands, Master. About what they would feel like on me. I thought about your cock and what it would be like to have it inside me, and I got so wet I could feel it running down my thighs the whole time."
Abel reached down and took a handful of her platinum hair, dragging her head up so she had to look at him. Bambi gasped, her lips parting, her tongue flicking out instinctively to wet them. He studied her face for a long moment, and she stared back with those eager, empty, devoted eyes.
"Nia," he said, his grip still firm in Bambi's hair, though his eyes moved to the kneeling woman to his left. "What do you see when you look at her?"
Nia's gaze flicked to Bambi's exposed, offered body, and her jaw tightened. "I see a woman who wants to be fucked, Master."
"Ah. And you don't?"
Nia's throat worked. "I want what you deem me worthy of. No more, no less."
Abel smiled, a thin, knowing curve of his lips. He released Bambi's hair, and she sank down, panting, stroking her hand over her own throat where his fist had been. He turned his attention to Vera, who had not moved, who was still kneeling behind the others with her head bowed.
"Vera. Look at me."
Vera lifted her head slowly. Her hazel eyes were wide, glistening with something that might have been fear or longing or both. The small wooden bead at her throat caught the light.
"You served me well today," Abel said. "The bread was good. The soup was better."
A flush crept up Vera's pale neck. "Thank you, Master."
"Come here."
Vera rose on trembling legs and walked to the dais. She moved like a frightened horse, her steps delicate, as if the floor might give way beneath her. She stopped where Bambi knelt, still on her hands and knees, and stood before the throne, naked and shivering.
Abel reached out and took her hand, turning it over, stroking his thumb across her calloused palm. "These hands did good work today," he said. "They scrubbed the laundry. They kneaded the dough. They served me at the table."
Vera's breath was short, tight. "It's what I'm for, Master."
"No," Abel said softly. "It's what you do. What you've earned."
Abel released her hand, and Vera stood uncertain, her fingers curling into her palms as if she could hold on to the warmth of his touch. He gestured to the dais, to the space on either side of the throne.
"You two, at ease," he said. "Sit beside me."
Vera moved with careful, conservative steps, settling onto the dais to his left. She knelt with her thighs pressed together, her hands folded in her lap, her shoulders drawn in like a woman trying to take up as little space as possible. Bambi, by contrast, all but bounced up the dais and dropped onto the right side of the throne, then immediately tipped over to lean against Abel's leg, her heavy breast pressing warm and soft against his calf. She sighed with contentment, draping her arm over his shin like a pillow.
Abel looked down at her for a moment, at the long platinum spill of her hair across his boot, then raised his eyes to Nia, who had not moved from her kneeling position before the dais.
"Fetch the dildo," he said.
Nia rose without a word. She walked to the side of the hall, to the carved oak cabinet where the implements were kept, and opened the door. She knew exactly which one he meant. The black silicone shaft, thick as her wrist and veined with molded ridges, hung in its leather strap inside the cabinet. She lifted it out with both hands, holding it before her like an offering, and carried it back to her spot. She knelt again, the dildo resting across her palms.
"Use it."
Nia's jaw tightened only a fraction. She turned the dildo in her hands, setting its base on the floor, and braced herself over it. Her thighs spread wide, the muscles in her ass flexing as she lowered herself. The blunt head pressed against her wet cunt, and she grunted softly as she pushed down, taking it inch by inch. Her face was still, disciplined, but a moan escaped her lips as the full thickness seated inside her.
She rode it with slow, grinding strokes, her hips rolling forward and back, her hands braced on the floor on either side of the shaft. The lantern light flickered over her dark skin, over the fine sheen of sweat that broke across her back and shoulders. Abel watched her with calm interest. Bambi watched with her lips parted, her hand drifting down between her own thighs, her hips lifting subtly against Abel's leg. Vera watched with wide, embarrassed eyes, her breath quickening despite herself.
Nia's rhythm quickened. Her breath came harder, sharper, her inner thighs trembling as the pressure built. Her head dropped forward, braids falling over her face, and her mouth opened on a rising, keening note.
"Stop."
The word cracked through the hall like a whip. Nia froze. Her body shuddered with the effort of halting mid-motion, the dildo still half-embedded inside her. Her cunt clenched, twitching in frustrated denial around the shaft.
"Today, Nia," Abel said, "your duty is to please these two. Without achieving release for yourself. For my entertainment."
Nia's throat worked. She lifted her head, and her dark eyes burned with something between anger and desperate submission.
"Yes, Master."
"Join her," Abel said to the others.
Bambi was already moving. She scrambled down the dais, her tits swinging, her swollen clit glistening in the lantern light. She dropped to her knees in front of Nia with a grin that was pure delight. "Oh, this is going to be fun," she breathed.
She straddled Nia's face, hitching herself up until her wet cunt was flush against Nia's mouth. Nia had no choice but to comply. Her tongue came out, tentative at first, then with more confidence as Bambi settled her weight and began to grind. Bambi threw her head back, moaning, her fingers twisting in Nia's braids.
Vera hesitated. She rose from the dais on unsteady legs and walked over, stopping a few feet away, her hands clasped in front of her. Bambi caught her eye and waved her over with a lazy, generous gesture.
"Come on, don't be shy," Bambi said, her voice breathy. "She's good with her mouth, aren't you, Nia? And I bet she's good with her hands too."
Vera took a shaky breath and knelt beside Nia. She reached down and took Nia's hand, guiding it between her own spread thighs. Nia's fingers found her wetness immediately, and Vera gasped, her hips bucking forward.
Nia pulled her mouth away from Bambi's clit just long enough to growl against her skin. "The dildo. Bring it here."
Vera leaned over, her hand brushing Nia's hip as she retrieved the shaft from the floor, still slick and glistening from Nia's denial. She placed it in Nia's free hand, then guided it to her own cunt. Nia didn't need much direction. She slid the head along Vera's folds, and Vera moaned, high and surprised, as the thick length pushed slowly inside her. It had been a long time since she had felt anything inside her, and her body opened around it with a wet, yielding surrender.
The rhythm built. Nia's mouth worked Bambi, alternating licks and sucks and slow, pointed probes with her tongue. Her hand worked the dildo in and out of Vera with steady, merciless precision. The air filled with their sounds, wet and rhythmic, punctuated by gasps and moans. Abel sat on the throne above them, watching with his chin on his fist, utterly still.
Bambi came first. She cried out, her body bucking against Nia's face, grinding her cunt down against that relentless tongue. Her orgasm lasted long, shudders rolling through her body, and she collapsed forward over Nia's head.
She was up again moments later, panting, crawling around to sit on Vera's face. "Your turn, sweetheart," she breathed. "Give me another."
Vera, dazed and flushed, complied. She licked Bambi with clumsy, avid strokes, her hips still twitching around the dildo Nia had not stopped working.
The second climax hit Bambi faster, her whole body clenching, her wet cunt flooding against Vera's mouth. She slumped off, laughing breathlessly, rolling onto the floor.
And then Vera came. Her body bowed, her thin frame arching off the ground, and she bucked hard against the dildo, a high, keening cry tearing from her throat. Nia worked her through it, driving the shaft deep until Vera went limp, panting and slick.
After that they found a rhythm. Positions shifted, legs tangled, hands and mouths and the dildo passing between them. Vera discovered a confidence she hadn't known she had, and soon she was the one driving the shaft into Bambi's cunt while Bambi buried her face in Vera's thighs. Nia served them both, her mouth and fingers and the dildo all in service to their pleasure.
Everybody but Nia came. Multiple times. Vera came twice more, her cries rising into the rafters. Bambi came until she was hoarse and trembling, her bimbo body wrecked and glistening. Nia, meanwhile, was left drenched, her cunt weeping without release, her thighs streaked with the slickness of the other women's pleasure and her own frustrated need. Her discipline held, but her body betrayed her, clenching on nothing, twitching with each stroke she gave them.
Finally, exhausted, the three of them sprawled on the floor before the throne. Bambi lay flat on her back, her heavy breasts rising and falling, her arms flung wide. Vera curled on her side, her pale skin flushed, her eyes half-closed. Nia knelt in the midst of them, trembling, soaked, her head bowed, her fists clenched at her sides.
Abel rose from the throne. He walked down the dais steps and stood over them, looking down at the tableau.
"Everyone kneel before me," Abel said.
The words reached through the haze of exhaustion and pleasure. Bambi rolled onto her knees with a giggling sigh, her heavy breasts swaying, and Vera scrabbled up beside her, her pale limbs trembling. Nia remained where she was, kneeling, her head bowed, her body still shaking from the denial he had forced on her. The three of them formed a loose arc before the dais.
Abel let them wait. He looked down at them, at the spill of platinum hair and the dark, tight braids and the dull blonde plait, at the wet shine on their thighs and the flush that still painted their skin.
"I enjoyed tonight's show," he said. "And I think you all deserve a reward."
Three faces lifted. Bambi's grin split wide, eager and shameless. Vera's eyes went round and hopeful, her lips parting. Nia's jaw loosened, and something like pride broke through the frustrated heat still burning in her dark gaze. They all knew what a reward from Abel meant. Not just pleasure, but purpose. A mark of favor that would carry them through the weeks and months ahead.
"First, Nia. Stand."
Nia rose. Her thighs were glistening, her cunt still twitching and leaking in denial, and a small shudder ran through her body as she straightened. But her face was bright with pride, her chin lifted, her dark eyes fixed on his face.
"You have served me well tonight," Abel said. "You were disciplined. You gave pleasure without taking it. That is a rare strength."
"Thank you, Master."
He stepped closer, looking down at her. "But discipline must be built on the proper foundation. From now on, your body is my project, Nia. You will pleasure yourself exclusively anally. No other stimulation. Your cunt is forbidden to you until I say otherwise."
Nia's eyes widened. He could see the shock ripple through her, the way her lips parted and her breath caught. She was an anal virgin. He knew it. He had known it since she first knelt in this hall and confessed every secret of her body to him, every fear and aversion, her voice steady but her hands shaking, and he had filed it away for exactly this moment.
"Master... I..." She swallowed. "I've never..."
"I know." His voice was soft, almost gentle. "That is why it matters. You will learn to take pleasure where I point you. You will learn to surrender your body's instincts to my will. That is your holy duty now, Nia. No other touch. No other relief. Only your ass, until I release you."
The fear was there, flickering in her dark eyes. But beneath it, something else bloomed. Hope. Gratitude. A fierce, exalting joy at being given a purpose, a path, a command that came directly from his lips to her body.
"Yes, Master." Her voice cracked, but it was steady. "Thank you, Master. I will not fail you."
"Good. Kneel."
She sank back down, her thighs pressing together, her body already trembling at the thought of what he had commanded her to do.
"Vera."
Vera's head snapped up. She had been kneeling with her hands clasped, her thin shoulders drawn in, and now she scrambled forward on her knees until she was at the foot of the dais.
"Rise."
She stood. Abel turned and walked to the carved oak cabinet against the wall. He opened the door and reached past the implements, past the straps and the shafts, until his fingers found what he was looking for. He pulled it out, a thick stainless steel buttplug with a polished purple gem set into its base, and held it up so the lantern light caught the facets.
He walked back to Vera. She was staring at the plug, her breath shallow, her eyes wide.
"I quite enjoy your naked apron," Abel said. "It suits you. But it needs something more. Take this as an accessory. Wear it always. Let it remind you of your place in my service."
Vera reached out with trembling hands. He placed the plug in her palms, and she held it with the reverence of a woman receiving a relic. Without hesitation, she brought it to her lips and wet the shaft with her spit, working the saliva over the smooth metal with her fingers.
Then she turned slightly, presenting her hip to him, and bent over. She found her own hole, pressing the tip against it with a small, sharp inhale. It resisted at first. She pushed, her fingers guiding the metal deeper, and her lips parted on a soft gasp as the widest part of the plug stretched her open. It seated with a dull thunk against her inner muscles, and she straightened slowly, a shiver running through her.
She turned to face him, and then she did a small twirl, leaning forward slightly so the gem caught the lantern light. The plug gleamed between her pale cheeks, and a flush of pure, trembling pride spread across her face.
"Oh, that is gorgeous," Bambi breathed from the floor. "Look at you, honey. You look like a princess."
Vera ducked her head, but she was smiling. A real smile, shy and bright.
"Beautiful," Abel said. "Kneel, Vera."
She settled back down with careful, adjusted movements, the plug a new weight inside her. Her smile did not fade.
"Lastly, Bambi. Rise."
Bambi sprang up with the alacrity of a puppy being offered a treat. Her tits bounced, her platinum hair swung, and she stood before him naked and flushed and grinning, her swollen clit still slick between her thighs.
He looked at her for a long moment, taking in every inch of her. The surgically perfected curves. The heavy, round tits. The full lips and the wide, practiced eyes.
"Your body is truly incredible," he said. "A work of art. You've spent years and a fortune turning yourself into the perfect canvas."
"I did it for you, Master," she breathed. "Before I even knew you. I was getting ready."
"I know. And now I'm going to put that work to use. You are relieved of your normal daily tasks. No more laundry. No more fields. From this moment forward, you have a new duty."
Bambi's eyes were shining. "Anything, Master. Anything."
"Your duty is to become a bimbo slut. Completely. Fully. At all times. You already have the looks. I want the mind to match. From now on, you will live and breathe and think like a cock-hungry whore with nothing between your ears but thoughts of my pleasure and your own empty, eager obedience."
Bambi's face went through a transformation. It was subtle at first, a loosening of her jaw, a widening of her eyes, a softening of her expression that made her look younger, dumber, more vacant and more wanton all at once. Then the actress in her took over, and the transformation became total.
"Ohhhh," she breathed, her voice rising into a pitchy, airhead lilt. "Oh wow, Master, that is sooo good. Like, I was always thinking about your cock, but now I get to think about it all the time? Like, nonstop? That's, like, the best job ever."
"That's right." Abel smiled. "And what are you, Bambi?"
"I'm your little bimbo slut, Master!" she squealed, pressing her hands to her tits and bouncing on her heels. "I'm sooo dumb and empty-headed and I just want your cock in my mouth all day every day, and I'll do anything you say, Master, just like, anything at all, because I'm your perfect little whore and I love being so stupid and horny for you!"
"There."
He reached out and took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting her face up. Bambi's eyes went hazy, her lips parting, a little sigh escaping her.
"Remember that," he said. "Every moment. When you wake, when you walk, when you kneel. You are my bimbo. Nothing else. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master," she breathed, and her voice was already softer, dumber, more molten. "I'm your bimbo. I'm so empty and I'm ready to be filled with whatever you want."
He released her chin and stepped back. The three of them knelt before him in a loose arc, Nia's thighs pressed together as she tried to contain the denial still throbbing in her cunt, Vera's cheeks flushed around the weight of the plug, Bambi's eyes glazed and hungry and utterly, perfectly empty.
Abel looked at them, and the silence stretched, thick and sweet with incense and the smell of their exhausted bodies.
"Good girls," he said softly. "Now clean the hall and return to your quarters. Nia, I want you to begin your new training tonight. Use your finger."
Nia's eyes flashed with something between terror and zeal. "Yes, Master."
Bambi, on her hands and knees at the foot of the dais, was already wiggling her round ass in his direction, crooning to herself in that new, dazed, theatrical voice. "Yes, Master, that's so good, I'm so good for you, I'm such a good little bimbo for you, Master..."
Abel watched them for a moment longer. Then he turned and walked toward the door at the back of the hall, his boots quiet on the worn floorboards, and let them hear the soft click as he closed himself into the darkness of his private quarters. As the girls got to work cleaning the hall.