The Great Whore

1. I serve the Great Whore: I hitch up my robes, exposing my bottom and slit. Once I lay on the mat, I push my breasts through the openings in the robes. I raise my legs. Then a man steps up and enters me roughly.

The first man today had a thick member. The men of The Swale are well endowed, and often wide of member - and worship of the Great Whore involves spirited sex. The man is supposed to plant his seed with all the power he can muster. There is no other way to go about it: it is part and parcel of Service to the Goddess.

The man mounting me is a grain dealer and an unsavory fellow. He visits often to perform the Rite: he wants the Great Whore to bring fecundity to his fields. I was sprawled beneath him wearing the gold and silver bracelets, pendants, and rings of the Order of the Whore. He was moving with such force he had to hold my shoulders with both his hands so I did not slip away. It was taking a long time. Other men were waiting. My cunt was sore and my legs were tired. I needed him to spend.

I wrapped my legs tightly around him, which was difficult, because he was a portly man. I pulled him into my depths. He moaned in appreciation. I whispered in his ear.

"Spend into the Goddess," I said hotly. "Seed the Goddess, and she will Seed your Fields. Seed for seed. Deep inside me. Give the Goddess your cock. Put your come in me." And that was enough.

"Coming deep inside you, you whore!" he screamed. "Seed in your cunt," and he pushed very hard, and nearly knocked me off the mat. But he fulfilled his obligation. He rolled off me and left the hall.

2. I stood on the back portico, taking a break. I knew men were lined up in the antechamber. I took a drag on Green Stick, and the world shifted into a lighter focus. Even the Field of the Unknown, a slope gliding away from the Temple littered with objects no one remembered the use of, appeared hazy and indistinct. I heard rustling behind me.

"Goddess, do you require assistance?" This was Gaddi, my head temple servant. He often help me to assume the various positions necessary for the Rite. Holding legs and arms up for thirty men a day is fatiguing. I would need his strength for the rest of the day.

"Yes," I answered, turning around. "Get Goddi, I will need you both until sundown."

I returned to the mat and lay down. The temple priestess is not permitted to clean herself. I could feel the grain merchants semen drying between my legs. That dryness would not last long.

A man came into the chamber and bowed. I signaled for Gaddi to lift both of my legs from the underside of my calves. I could hear the man adjusting his clothing and just a moment later he fell on top of me and entered me swiftly. Like his predecessor, he was long and thick, and was not inclined to be gentle.

He was younger than the grain merchant and held himself up by his arms. I could tell he was very excited and that he would spend soon. I decided to speed it up.

"The Great Goddess is all things but here in her temple, she is the Great Whore. She yearns for your seed deep inside her womb. The shower of your semen will make her flower. Can you give her your come? Fill my cunt!" On hearing this he started to move faster and gasp.

"Take my cum in your creamy slit," he screamed as he drove into me. He was so deep I felt bruised. "Fuck... seed in the Great Whore!" And he came with tremendous energy, grinding into me, pumping and pumping until finally he grew still and fell on top of me.

He seemed especially spent from his experience. Gaddi picked him up and ushered him away. Six other men arrived for the Rite. I remember none of them specifically: just cocks, thrusting, and gushing seed. For the fourth man I got on all fours. Even with the help of Gaddi I could no longer lie on my back. This man seemed particularly excited to take me from behind. He smacked my ass hard. He did not require prodding to come quickly.

"What a round, high ass you have whore!" he hissed as he slammed into me. He reached under me, and with both hands squeezed my pendulous breasts. His breathing became very fast.

"I'm going to come, and you'll take every fucking drop of it," he screamed and poured into me. I was crammed with the seed of so many men that a puddle formed beneath my pussy. Before the next man came Gaddi moved around to my head.

"Great Whore," he said obsequiously. "Let my loins support you." I gestured that he should do so. I put my head on his lap and turned my body sideways. The men could still enter me, but Gaddi would take my weight. I was not surprised to feel his hard cock through his thin robes. He was a young man of understandable appetites.

Five more men of no great note came in and seeded the Goddess. They required no assistance. Gaddi's cock strained against the side of my face.

The sun was nearly setting and all but one man had made given their seed

to the Great Whore. Goddi had been escorting the men in and out. He walked into the sanctuary with an announcement.

"Great Goddess," he intoned. "A neophyte," and he bowed to me and moved aside, and a young man with his first flush of soft beard was before me. He was visibly fearful. I lifted myself and stood before him.

"Leave us," I ordered my two servants. It was appropriate that the Great Goddess received a neophyte in seclusion. I stood before the young man with my robe open. My loins were smeared with semen. My breasts were red and wet from the exertions of 29 men. The young man was looking at my nude body with interest tinged with fear. I was open to him: but he had no experience by which to judge his own power. I dropped the robe to the floor.

"Don't be afraid," I told him. "The Great Goddess is all things to all people. For a child, she is the Mother. For the old ones, she is a Crone. For the men with power in their loins, she is the Great Whore. Your duty is to fill the Great Whore with your seed, and share the power of your phallus with Her. I am the Sacred Priestess of the Rite. I will take your seed on behalf of the Great Whore. You must excite her with your movements and words. You must spare her nothing." He listened, but said nothing.

"Have you ever penetrated a girl or a woman?" I asked. He nodded to indicate he had not. I stepped toward him. I kissed him gently on the lips. He blushed deeply. I grasped his hand.

"For a neophyte, we have a special chamber," and I led him through the side door. There was a small room with a plush mat and pillows. Evening light cascaded from the high window. There was no point in delaying. The sun was nearly set. I had him lay on the mat and curled beside him. I played with his beard, his chest, his neck, and laid a hand on his crotch. Of course, he was massive, and already erect.

"I am the Goddess, the Great Whore" I told him, snaking my hand to his bare cock. I slid my hand up and down the shaft slowly. "But I'm also a woman. I will teach you things, and in time you can join the men in the line and take me in the Great Hall and mix your seed with them."

I tugged at his low hanging balls. He moaned; I felt pity for him. He needed relief. I removed his garments.

"A woman can climb on top of a man and ride his pole," I told him. "This is not how it is done in the Great Hall. Men mount the Goddess and assert their power over her, as She needs their sexual might. She requires their manly seed and rough words. This is the way of men. But you are a neophyte. I will bring you to the pleasure of release. When you feel your seed climb up your pole, you must call me a whore, and squeeze both of my breasts as hard as you can. This will release the Cosmic Energy."

I eyed his prick. It was new and beautiful, pure and white. I wanted to take it in my mouth, and roll my tongue over its fresh skin, but I knew he would come in my mouth. I straddled him. He had a thick cock, but with all the seed in me, I was able to take him with little effort. Still, I felt stuffed. It had been a long day.

I rose up and down on his prick. It was delicious. He moaned without control. He was about to come. He just lay there. I took his hands, and placed them on my tits. I helped him squeeze.

"You can come inside my cunt," I told him. "But you must call the Goddess what she is: a whore." And with that, he lost control. He squeezed my tits so hard I cried out. He bucked into me.

"You whore! Take my come, take every drop," and he squirted into me. One more load of semen in a very long day. When he was done I lay beside him, exhausted. I fell asleep, and when I awoke, he was gone. Gaddi was standing above me.

"Great Goddess," he intoned. "The Temple Doors must be closed. The sun has set" I gazed at him dreamily. I was still naked. He wore light cotton pants. I could see his thick, hard cock outlined jutting from his trousers. As a Temple Servant, he was not allowed to Seed the Goddess. I felt bad for him. I had strong feelings for this handsome boy. I decide to help him.

"Come here," I beckoned. He took two steps forward. "I pulled his pants down in one swoop. "Poor boy. All day long you watch the Goddess get fucked, and take seed, and even hold her body so she can do her duty, but you get no release. Would you like to fuck the the Great Whore's mouth like a cunt?" This was all I could offer him; he could not have my cunt.

He hauled me up by my shoulders. I stunk of sweat and seed. It seemed to move him into action. He laid me on a side table. My head dangled off the end. He stood in front of my mouth, and forced it open with his brute of a glans, and pushed deeply beyond my lips. He reached out and began to maul my sticky tits. He was out of control. He had watched me take men all day: he would not last long.

"Fucking your mouth like a cunt. Whore!" he screamed. "Choke on my cock!" He began slapping my tits. He reared back and moaned: his seed filled my mouth. I sucked and swallowed. He caught his breath, helped me off the table. Our eyes met: he was a beautiful lad.

3. The next morning there was a soft knock on my chamber door. On the other side was the Mother Crone. Her eyes were dim with age. Her back was bent. She entered and sat. I stood and awaited instructions. When she caught her breath she began to speak.

"You need to travel beyond the Field of the Unknown. To the Third Pavilion. Three Feralmen are coming into the farms, raiding crops and livestock. They appear to be particularly destructive. Travel to the Third Pavilion and offer them initiation."

"When, Crone Mother?" I asked, fighting a shiver of fear.

"This instant. These three are causing havoc. Bring them back to the Fold."

Gaddi accompanied me to the Third Pavilion, carrying supplies. But he could not remain with me. My work with the Feralmen was dangerous, and must be done alone. I was dressed in a simple tunic and robe. For this work, I would not wear Temple Finery.

When we reached the Third Pavillion, my heart skipped a beat. I was surrounded by The expanses beyond the Field of the Unknown, dotted with thorny shrubs as far as the eye could see. An old road, pitted and broken, led away from the Pavilion into the distance. The Pavilion had a sleeping area; the main portion was open to the elements, with only simple furnishings, a place to wash and prepare food. Gaddi stowed my supplies. Then he faced me, and bowed. He took a beat: I could see the concern and softness in his eyes. He turned and left.

I was to sit in a chair, on display before the Expanse, with my robe opened around my neck, exposing my neck, my collar bone, and the top portion of my breasts. I was to raise the robe so my legs were visible from the upper thighs down. I was bait, of course. No one knows why Feralmen exist out here in the Expanse, far away from the Settlements. They are usually harmless - but some are aggressive. Some have language and some do not. It is my duty to bring them to the Great Goddess. I am to initiate them to the service of the Great Mother, and bring them into the fold. The Pavilions, scattered in the Open Country, was the tool to accomplish this. I was afraid of this part of my calling. I smoked Green Stick to make me calm.

I was not sitting long before a man appeared behind a shrub. He was older than most feralmen, with long shaggy gray hair and a tangled beard. When he stepped into the open, I saw he was naked. A cubby long cock hung to his knees. I stood, I removed my robe, and I faced him naked. He began to move forward, so I got down on all fours, turning away from him, and presenting my upturned ass and cunt, without comment or ceremony.

When he mounted the step to the Pavilion I could smell him, and hear him muttering. He knelt behind me, and with one hand opened and probed my ass crack, and with the other, rubbed his not fully erect member in my pussy. He was muttering more. Then he spoke:

"Fucking whore," he hissed. "Make me hard!" Then I knew he was not a feralman according to the strict definition. He had no doubt visited other Sacred Whores at other times, in other Pavilions, enjoyed himself, and found no need to be initiated to the Goddess and the Rite. I would be fucked like a common whore. It was unlikely I could draw him in. He smacked my ass, hard.

"I said make it hard," he ordered, smacking my ass again. He grasped my hair roughly, and spun me around. He pushed me to the mat, face up. "Into the mouth, slut! Stiffen it." I took his half hard penis in my mouth. It smelled of sweat and grass. He moaned.

"Good cunts you temple whores," he moaned. "Good holes to fuck." I sucked and tongued his semi-flaccid member. He was definitely a man of the Swale. His cock grew to gigantic proportions in my mouth.

"Good job, whore," he hissed, pulling himself from my mouth and propping me up on all fours. "Now take my seed like a good bitch," and without further preliminaries, he pushed into my cunt. He pumped hard and fast. He was deep. I squealed. He was a horrid man but his cock was long and thick.

"Fucking slut," he hissed. "You're a tight one. How do you do it, taking cocks all day in the Temple, and not get stretched out; all those dicks in you, sawing back and forth, all those buckets of come. But tight as a vice. Goddess damn your pussy!" He pushed me forward, and I was flat on my belly. He pinned me down, and fucked me hard with his legs on either side of my hips. He pushed my hair aside, and shoved his fat tongue in my ear. I screamed.

"That's it whore, you're mine!" He taunted. "Here comes the jizz. I'll make you take it all deep in your cunt," and he screamed, as loud as any man's organism I had ever felt or witnessed. I could hear it echo out in the Expanse. He pumped and pumped, and when he was finished, he fell to my side. He was breathing heavily. He was not a young man. When he caught his breath, he spoke.

"No need to waste your breath on the Goddess nonsense," he told me, running his hand up and down my ass. "I'll never come in from the Expanse. It suits my nature. And then you Temple sluts come out here, and expose your ripe asses for me. And I fuck and fuck. What is better for a man than cunt and freedom!" He laughed, sat up and smacked my ass hard.

"And you're the cream of the crop, slut," he laughed, squeezing a chunk of my thigh. "Full of tit and full of ass. And a handsome face, and gold hair. I'll be spying out for you in these pavilions. I'd like another turn." And he sat and was quickly gone.

4. The next day I saw not a soul. The south wind blew, bringing dust and heat. I wore my veil. The sun was bright. Nothing moved in the Expanse. But the next day, after my morning meal, there was a young man out beyond, where the old road snaked through a stand of thorns. I looked at him, and he looked at me. He was scruffy, but handsome. His features were chiseled, his brow manly. He was slim, tall and well built. I dropped my robe before him, got on all fours, and exposed myself to him. He was truly feral. He did not approach me quickly, but cautiously. I hung my head down, to track his progress. He was a few paces from me. He was holding an extremely hard, thick cock in his hands. He was stroking himself. I had to entice him.

I stuck a finger in my vagina. Then a second. I began a series of long moans. I pivoted my ass, arched my back, made my backside an open, inviting target. He began to moan. Would he come in the grass? I looked between my legs again, and he was immediately behind me. I grasped the tip of his cock and pulled it to me cunt. I got the head in, and he let out a long and low moan. I had him.

I pushed back, and half the cock was in my slit. I screamed and moaned. He did not seem to know how to thrust, so I pushed back into him hard and fast. I needed to capture this man in the net of the pleasure of the Great Whore. And I did. He came loud, hard, and long. His seed was gushing in me and out of me, down my leg and on the mat. He pulled out before he was done. His come splattered on my ass, and slid down my crack. This man was crammed with seed. When he was spent, he stumbled, but I pulled him toward me. He looked at me with fear, but I took his hand, and licked and sucked his fingers. He moaned more. I would initiate this feralman!

5. I lay him down and let him sleep. His energy had come out of his body with his seed. I covered him with a rug, and lay alongside him. He smelled. I would fix that; one step at a time. I found myself tired too; I allowed my eyes to close. I grasped him close. He would not get away. I fell asleep.

I woke up before him, and he was as hard as stone. I lowered the rug and gently took his cock into my mouth. I did not wish to startle him. I ran my hands up his chest so he would feel a woman laying upon him, and not think a demon was sucking his dick. He woke with a start but did not move. He looked at me, then his head fell and he let out a long moan. I ran my tongue along the length of his staring cock. I licked his bulbous head, then I sucked, and he spent immediately. His come was thick in my mouth.

I stood up and retrieved a cloth and bowl of water. It was time to wash his member, and talk to him. I leaned over him. My breasts swung by his mouth. He took one and sucked the nipple. It was a good sign. My body had him in its orbit. I stroked his tangled hair. He released my tit. I kissed him deeply.

"Can you speak?" I asked. He looked at me keenly. He had gorgeous brown eyes.

"Yes," he answered. "I left a settlement when I was a boy. I was taught some things." I stroked his chin. I placed a hand on his chest.

"I want to wash your member with this cloth," I told him. "It will feel good." He nodded. The cloth was cool. The day was hot. He moaned as I scrubbed him, and grew very hard. He had an excess of masculine energy for the Great Whore. He was to serve Her well. I would instruct him soon. But he needed to experience more pleasure; I required his trust, and in return, I would initiate him into the mysteries of sex. I slid on top of him, and guided his cock into my cunt. I felt so full.

"Your cock is so big," I hissed, riding him hard. I leaned back, and reached behind me. His pendulous balls were hanging low. I grasped them, squeezing and pulling, and he began to scream.

"Come inside me," I moaned. "I want the juice in these balls up my cunt!" and with those words, he coated my pussy, and his hands reached up to squeeze my tits with great strength. This was good. He was on his way.

6. His name was Groe. For the next three weeks we moved slowly, but then with more speed. I washed him, dressed him, showed him how to use utensils and eat hot food. He had a boyhood memory of such things - he was relearning them. He looked at me, my face, breasts, hips, waist, the long length of my legs. The woman in me brought out the man in him. He was enraptured by the female form. He was ready for the next stage.

"Men are physically larger and stronger than women," I explained. "And you enter women with your cock and give them seed. We open our legs to receive you. This is the way it is among men and women. Men take women. We like tall, rigorous men like you, with a big member between your legs, and we want you to take us with strength. When you enter me, you must move me around to whatever position you wish. Don't ask me, just do it. You must also speak to me roughly."

"You want this?" he asked. He was a gentle boy at heart, but the Goddess needed his masculine energy.

"Yes, Groe," I answered. "So does the Goddess. She is the greatest woman of them all. Our Great Mother and Our Sacred Whore. She needs all your manly energy: your movements, your words, your copious seed. I am her stand in. I want you to mount and seed me. You must slap my tits and ass. You must use the course language I taught you."

He needed no further prodding. He approached me and tore off my robe. He took both my breasts in his hands, and mauled them. He spit on the nipples, and then pinched them hard. I moaned and asked for more. He pushed me down to the mat and pushed my legs open. His cock was hard and throbbing. I raised my legs high, inviting him to throttle my pussy. He took one look at my glistening hole and he fell on me. His thrusting had no semblance of control. He held me tight, so I could not struggle away. I was nearing orgasm; a red wave passed over me. I screamed. I wanted more. His ass was a blur of movement, but I was able to grasp it, and insert a finger in his hole. He screamed.

"Fuck!" he called out. "You whore, stick that finger in my hole, slut." He pushed into me, but with more control, trying to keep the finger in place. He thrust into me, and I thrusted into his asshole. "You bitch... up my fucking shit hole, like a street whore, take my come, take it all," and he released. It was his strongest orgasm to that moment. We repeated this three more times that day. I was smeared with saliva and semen, my tits and ass were beet red. My pussy was so sore I could hardly walk. Groe was ready to leave the Pavilion.

7. I sent the signal that Gaddi should retrieve a Feralman. I hoisted the red flag above the Pavilion's Cupola. Hours later, Goddi arrived, which was odd, as this was not his job. This was Gadd's task. But I was exhausted, and in desperate need of sleep - I did not care for protocol at that moment. When Groe and Goddi departed, I bathed, and then fell into the rug, and fell into a dreamless sleep.

When I woke I immediately noticed a man out near the stunted trees. He wanted to be seen. He walked toward the Pavilion with some confidence, but stopped halfway. He was not hairy or even unkempt, but his body was slathered with red clay, from head to foot. I had never heard of a Feralman using body paint. He walked closer to me. I removed the rug and exposed my body. I got down on my hands and knees, and raised my rump to him. He mounted me quickly. He cock was gigantic. He grasped my waist hard and pulled me into him.

"Wide open pussy," he hissed, moving quickly and arousing himself. "Waiting for this for so long. You were made to screw. That is why men line up at the Temple to mount you and slap your tits and ass. You're an open fuck hole"

He spit on his index finger, and inserted it in my ass. I felt so full I felt like I might explode. I whimpered and cried. I asked for mercy. It drove him over the edge.

"Take it whore," he screamed, slapping my ass hard. "Take my cream for the Goddess," and he came long and hard. He called me all manner of names. He knew how to share his strength with the Goddess.

The Red Man lay on top of me, breathing heavily. When he pulled out of my cunt, his strong red dick was still firm. I grasped his member and firmly tugged. I kissed his check, and then pulled at his lips. He inserted his tongue in my mouth, and my tongue eagerly met it. He was breathing heavily once more. He rolled toward me and palmed my tits. He inserted a finger in my cunt, took a dollop of his come, and used it to moisten my clitorus. He rubbed, and I came quickly. He was quite a man.

When I finished he rolled on top of me, and thrust his cock into me with great strength. He moved from side to side, as if to stir his own seed. He moved slowly, but with great care, driving me crazy. I wanted more. I thrust into him, but he pushed me down. He was taking his time. Given his situation, I could not blame him. He rolled around inside of me, exploring my inner depths. He wanted to last, but he was deeply aroused. He could not stop his seed. He reared up. Then he began to pump with strength and drive.

"Come in your hot pussy," he screamed. "Shit.. shit.. shit.." and he came again. It was a masterful display. He lay on top of me, still in me, and I stroked his back in appreciation. He rested. But not for long.

He was nearly spent. His cock was half hard. But I knew he wanted to fuck one more time. I threw a leg over his muscular frame, and took his cock in my mouth. He moaned as if in pain. He tasted of come, pussy and exertion. He ran a hand through my hair. He pushed me down on his shaft. His strength was returning. When his moans increased, he grasped my arm and slung me on his loins. I took his shaft deep into my pussy.

I rocked side to side. It stimulated my clitoris. I came intensely. I screamed: "Hard cock. Fucking hard cock deep inside of me." And when I was done, he began to thrust up into me. I reached back and grasped his swollen balls. He screamed.

"Ride me high, whore," he hissed. "Get those tits bouncing. Cradle my balls with the wide ass. Squeeze the seed from my stones!" And he came long and hard. He exerted himself beyond his strength. I fell atop him. His come was gushing out of my cunt. I scooped some and applied it to his face, removing the red clay, revealing the full features of Gaddi, my chief assistant. We both laughed.

"Were you the Goddess during that, or you?" he asked.

"Me," I said, moving close to his face. "That was all me."

"I'm in love with you," he said softly.

"I'm in love with you," I answered. We were silent for a few moments.

"Run away with me," he said. He grasped my hand gently.

"Out there, in the Expanse?" I laughed. "Among thorns and feral men? That is no place for a woman. You can't protect me out there."

"Then we'll move," he answered. "Go to another Village."

"I have been a Sacred Whore from birth, you know that," I told him gently. "I can't move. I'm known all over the Swale. And there is nothing but the Swale, the Field of the Unknown and the Expanse. We have no other place to go. We must return and perform our duties to the Goddess." He did not react. He knew we could not go anywhere. He would have to watch and assist me fuck thirty men a day until I grew too old for that duty. I would occasionally, when it was safe, take him into the neophyte room so he could fuck my mouth. But he would never have all of me. Not my soul. Or my body. Or my cunt. I belonged to all men.

8. The Crone read my report of my time at the Third Pavilion. As she read, she betrayed no obvious reaction. Then she laid the papers down and looked me squarely in the eyes.

"Ours is a hard calling," she said. "We serve the Great Mother, no matter the consequences to ourselves. Twenty, thirty men a day. Once, I took sixty in a day. It almost killed me, but it was necessary. An armed battle with a neighboring village almost broke out, and all the Temple Whores had to work extra to drain the men of their strength." She sat back and looked away from me, out the window. She sighed.

"Without us, men would tear this world to shreds. The sacrifice of our bodies is all that prevents the men from killing everyone. This world would be in flames if not for us. But for some men, it is still not enough. Men go feral! Have you ever heard of a woman going feral? Only those idiots with pricks run off. And you met one covered in red clay. A man covered in red clay! What is wrong with men," she sighed, grew tired, and looked at me again. "I've grown to hate men."

"You brought one out of three ferals back, not bad," she said. "Not bad these days. Once I brought six of six ferals from Pavilion 18. It nearly killed me." She grew silent. She was done with me. I walked down the hall, donned my robe, and steadied myself. I was about to enter the Shrine. Twenty seven men were waiting for me.