Mission: Irresistible Ch. 4

This is basically an erotic Sify story and this is definitely not hard science, it is more of a sexually erotic story set in space. It is a continuation of the League of Planets series but now it is a major player in space and needs agents to find out what is happening around them. Since the League started out as a hedonistic playground, the agents are female and use their sexuality to elicit information from other planets.

Of course all characters are over 21. The Mission Irresistible Series contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don't like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.

PS - This is the first Part of the Mission Irresistible series. If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories or twists on this series please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way.

Mission Irresistible

Chapter 4

Lyra straightened her back and stood tall, proud and regal while she stared at the priest with malice in her eyes and growled, "I'm a representative from the League of Planets, so don't ever touch me again without my permission."

The priest's eyes filled with fury. No woman could talk to a man like that, especially a priest. He slapped her face and yelled, "Strip and bind her for the journey to the temple."

Lyra's non-existent costume was brutally ripped from her body, while a black leather collar was buckled tightly around her neck. The collar stretched and constricted her neck, while a leather strap with leather manacles hung down her back. Her arms were wrenched behind her back, her wrists high between her shoulder blades and locked in the manacles.

As painful as her bondage was, she knew that with her body arched and twisted as it was, she created a spectacular sight. She watched the priest and the guard's eyes roam over her gorgeously displayed form. Despite the painful bondage she was proud of her beauty and knew if the time came, she would use it to make these despots pay an awful price.

Two huge thugs stood on each side of her and each grabbed an arm. The priest lead the way out of the building and the thugs followed steering Lyra as they followed the priest. The priest led them to what looked like an out timey van Lyra had seen in historical photos. The two thugs sat on either side of her in the middle seat and a third thug drove away.

As they drove through the city Lyra saw a large amount of poverty and the people she saw seemed poor, desperate and afraid of the priest's van. Lyra knew that these people needed help and this planet was so different from Chiron, but both had poor underclasses. Having poor people was something she was not used too. The domes in the League of planets had several middle and upper classes but no one was poor, at least not like this.

The drive was short and ended in an opulent multistory building. She had seen the poor, well now she was going to see the upper class. The group left the van and with the priest in the lead they walked through the door of the temple. The inside of the temple was a huge open building filled with acolytes and the congregation. They were all dressed well but nowhere was there any color, everything was gray or black but the material was silky and beautiful.

As she walked, she shifted her hips with a more dramatic display as her skin glistened in tantalizing glimpses. The shifting of her hips would accentuate sections of her toned belly, womanly hips, or naked legs. Her breasts were lifted high and proud on her chest and they wobbled seductively as she walked.

As she walked towards the front of the temple, the Priest knew it would be obvious to anyone looking at her that their sacrifice was stunning beyond anything this temple had ever seen before. Tonight, that was the purpose, to display and reveal Lyra plus her passion to the congregation before she succumbs to their god's power. Sacrificing this stunning woman would increase the priests power, prestige and afterwords he would be richer and more powerful.

The Priest finally shook himself out of his adoring stupor and said, "Lyra, you are dazzling and everyone is going to be jealous that they can't play with you. However, by the time the evening is over, they will be seeing you at your most beautiful: bound, nude, and writhing in orgasm."

With her arms folded behind her, her shoulders pulled back and her chest thrust forward. The revelation of her spectacular breasts was inspiring but her ribs stretched against her skin and her shrunken belly and tiny waist only added the beauty of her petulant form. Her breasts were completely bare and firmly on display, with her engorged nipples being almost an adornment to her sensuous display. She stood regally showing her pride of being an ambassador of the League of Planets, but her hard, turgid nipples displayed the passion lurking inside her.

The Priest looked at this spectacular woman who at this moment was truly the most dazzling woman he had ever seen, with her body artfully bound and displayed in a sensuous display. Her face glowed with fiery passion and radiantly regal pride. With her arms bound behind her and the collar around her neck, she looked every bit the slave ready to be sacrificed at the priest's altar.

The Priest's eyes roamed hotly over her proudly displayed body, and when his eyes returned to hers, he said, "You are indeed a spectacular sacrifice."

Once again, she stretched her form to her maximum height, she softly licked her lips in anticipation and said, "I've never felt more beautiful and desired than I do right now. I know you have devious plans to do things to me and use me as your play toy for this evening, but I will never succumb to your torment."

Their entrance garnered more attention as people stopped and ogled the extremely feminine vision walking next to the Priest. The Priest noticed that Lyra stood a little straighter with her shoulders pulled back and her breasts thrust forward as her eyes scanned the crowd.

Lyra enjoyed having everyone pay attention to her, ogle her, and caress her naked skin with their eyes, but only because she wanted them to know that she belonged to no one. She would cast sideways glances at the Priest to make sure she was presenting herself in a way that made him proud of his sacrifice. The look she saw in his eyes was one of pride, longing and desire. She preened a little, straightening her bearing, defiantly proud to have the Priest showing her off like this.

Lyra wanted everyone to look and be jealous of her beauty, because everything they saw belonged to her and her alone. Only she could give her body or her sex to someone. She proudly displayed her body, proud that every eye tracked her movements. Then she heard murmurings in the congregation, "Sorceress, witch and enchantress." These people thought she used her gorgeous beauty and succulent body to weave a spell over men everywhere. Then she heard other mutterings, "Savior, redeemer and messiah." With these mutterings she knew she had a small chance of turning the tide and maybe survive this.

As they walked into the temple, they were escorted to a special area up on a dais center stage. They were surrounded by all kinds of torture implements, and as Lyra got closer to the stage the lust in her eyes started to burn brightly. The smoldering in her belly caught fire, and her whole body began to throb in anticipation of what was to come.

The Priest took the opportunity to set the stage for things to come. "Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce everyone our sacrifice to our god of eroticism." He looked down into Lyra's eyes, and she was looking at him with hate and indifference. The Priest slowly trailed his hands down her body, showing and presenting Lyra to the expectant crowd as he continued. "This dazzlingly beautiful woman has given her body to our god to do with what he will. In other words, she is his slave and I will do whatever he commands."

The Priest could see the lust blazing in her eyes behind the indifference and the micro-tremors of her muscles underneath her skin showed her body's real feelings. He had come to know the signs very well, and he knew his beauty was quivering in fiery anticipation. He looked at her and asked, "Are you ready, my delicious sacrifice?"

Her hands clutched at her arms behind her back, digging her nails into her skin with her legs trembling as she envisioned erotic scenes of things yet to come. When The Priest stood her in front of the audience, she felt every eye ogling her, exposed to everyone's lustful gaze, her breath caught in her chest as erotic flames flooded her body.

She fought back the orgasmic pulses as the priest looked at her with lusty pride. Lyra looked out into the audience as the priest presented her naked to the audience. She felt every eye, tongue, and hand caressing and nibbling on her. As she stood, she stretched to her full 5'1" height pulling her shoulders back and thrusting her breasts forward. Lyra felt beautiful, sexy, desired, and proud of who she was. She loved the exhibitionism and being displayed naked in front of the audience, but all the talk of being a sacrifice worried her.

The Priest stood behind Lyra. He turned her so that she faced the audience, and he was behind her. He wanted everyone to see how incredibly passionate this woman truly was. He wrapped his arms around her and teasingly caressed up her thighs and over her belly cupping her large breasts. He lifted them presenting them to the audience, and with his thumb and index finger began to stroke her rigid nipples until they stood diamond hard against her soft skin.

Lyra laid her head back against his chest and arched her back thrusting her tits towards the audience. Her head shifted softly from side to side, and she passionately moaned, "Oh my God, you are showing your slave off to everyone. You are showing everyone how your slave's body is your toy to play with. You are making me shiver with need as you show everyone who owns this body, and that I am powerless to stop anything you want to do. "

The Priest's left hand continued to toy with her nipples as his right hand slid down her flat, muscled belly. His finger teased her clit until he felt her hips jerking spasmodically, then he slid his fingers through the folds of her womanhood. He curled his fingers inside her, caressing her G spot before coming back out caressing her clit again.

Lyra didn't want to respond to his ministrations but her body had been tuned by her years of teasing displays and wild sexual abandon to respond automatically. Her nanites were also part of her undoing, because likewise they had been tuned to make her body respond quickly and automatically to any stimulation. Her orgasms were also beyond her control and she could feel the rapid building of a climax.

Lyra's body began to squirm and writhe within his arms. Her lust lidded eyes were watching the audience's reaction. Her mouth hung open gulping passion laden breaths. In a faltering voice punctuated by sharp gasps she moaned, "OOOOOOOHHHHHHH, GOING TO CUM!"

The Priest pinched her nipple hard and said, "Hold it my sacrifice; we have a long way to go. I'm just giving the audience an appetizer and preview of the passion that is about to be unleashed upon them. You are incredibly erotic as you struggle to fight the fire ready to consume you. I guarantee you my sacrifice, by the time I let you climax everyone will she what kind of sacrifice our god will have."

His fingers trapped her clit and began to pinch it softly. Lyra's hips jerked in an erotic spasm as the white-hot jolt seared her already inflamed body. She barely regained control of her body just before she gave in to her climax. As his fingers curled back inside her, Lyra began to feel like an erotic marionette. The priest knew all the right buttons to tweak and just how to take her to the edge. He kept her writhing denying her body's needs as he kept pulling her marionette's erotic strings.

Watching the audience's reaction to how the priest toyed with her body, only made the fire inside her burn that much hotter. Lyra felt her nipples swell and ache as he relentlessly teased them. She felt her belly quivering with the strain of holding back her passion. Her mind seemed lost in her erotic fog as she moaned a deep, needful plea. "OOOHHH GOD, YOU'RE DRIVING ME TO CLIMAX, OH GOD PLEASE!"

As The Priest continued toying with this magnificent woman, he addressed the audience, "You can see how passionate a slave she is. She desperately wants to show you the fire that burns inside her, but you see she can't climax until I give her permission."

The Priest pulled his fingers from her body, and Lyra sagged against his chest. Her arms were aching from their twisted position and the two thugs appeared on each side of her and slid a large hook on each side of her body underneath her shoulders. They attached the hooks to what looked like a spreader bar and immediately she began to be lifted off the ground.

The Priest gave her a quick kiss as she passed in front of him, then nodded to the stagehand. The bar started to rise into the air stretching Lyra into the air, with her feet off the ground hoisting her into the air. Lyra felt all of her weight pulling on her shoulders with an exquisite stretching pain pulling at her shoulders. She was thankful that this was in space, and she didn't have full, earth gravity dragging at her body. When her feet were about three feet off the ground, The Priest nodded again, and she stopped.

Nonetheless as her feet left the ground, Lyra felt her back pop with the light gravity pulling at her hips, thinning her belly, pulling on her ribs, and lifting her breasts. For Lyra pulling and stretching seemed to intensify the passion coiled inside her womb, and she groaned erotically. Her smoky, lust filled eyes met the priests, and his determination to drive her insane with lust was plain for her to see.

Lyra scanned the crowd reveling in their reaction as the Priest took control of her body. Every eye in the audience was watching The Priest hoist her into the air. Everyone's eyes were wide open making sure they didn't miss a thing. Men and women alike were also licking their lips in anticipation.

Lyra quivered with the same anticipation, partially to see the audience's reaction, but mostly to experience what the Priest had planned for her. She knew everything he did tonight would ultimately be for her pleasure, and she knew he would take what he wanted from her but she trusted herself and her nanites to protect her.

She was now high enough to see over all the stage and watch the audience's reaction. The anticipation was so thick; everyone could feel it. She saw men already adjusting their pants, freeing their already engorged cocks. Some had pulled their dates into their laps and had already begun teasing, while others were kissing and groping each other. One woman had stripped and was currently sucking her man's cock. All of this and they hadn't even started the show. The women in the crowd were basically slaves to the men and they were being ordered to give the men whatever they wanted.

Lyra felt goose bumps all over her as she stared into the Priest's smoldering eyes, while he readied himself to rekindle her blistering passion. In addition to the heat, his eyes also held hate and malice, and she knew this wasn't just about the show. The Priest was not an actor and only could do this show with her because of her delicious body that he wanted to possess. Her heart pounded in her chest as she knew this would be real. He would really be a dominant master, and she would be his toy and slave.

She felt a big lump in her throat, and subtly her whole body ached to have him touch her. With all that knowledge, the audience faded into the background. Her whole focus was on the priest, the man she knew would do anything he wanted to do to her. She looked into his eyes and saw a craving and knew they would be in a fight for real in front of an audience. He was going to try and conquer her and she had to fight back.

Lyra tore her gaze away from the Priest and looked into the audience. Every eye was glued to her stretched and lavishly displayed body. She saw all of their eagerness and felt their shameless anticipation pouring into her. All the licking lips, sweaty palms and lustful stares invaded her body. Her nipples hardened even more while her womb cramped with twisted, passionate need. She knew her body would take all the lustful onslaught and turn it into unrivaled passion and she was ready for whatever he did.

Her eyes returned to the Priest, and she gave him a look that told him she was ready to be his play toy. She was ready to be the focus of his craving, and her eyes hardened, waiting for him to push her lustful boundaries. She was ready to give these people a show they would never forget.

Lyra's eyes followed the priest as he went to a rolling cart and pulled close to her. He pulled a cat of nine tails from the top of the cart and slapped it against his leg. This was a little different because it was made from ultra soft skin, and even the hard swing from this cat of nine tails would only feel sensuous.

As he walked towards Lyra, swinging the whip in his hands, Lyra didn't feel any fear only exhilaration and excitement over what was to come. She knew the priest would try to hurt her but she was ready. The priest swung the cat of nine tails over her breasts, and the soft skin of the whip felt like a master's caress on her nipples.

The priest turned to the audience and said, "If left long enough in this position, she would die of suffocation; however, often times whips were used to drive the demons and evil spirits from the body. Whips like this can also be used to inflict erotic torment. I'm not going to punish my slave, but I'm going to use this whip to tease her into an erotic frenzy."

The priest began to lightly strike Lyra on her legs, ass, belly, breasts and finally directly on her pussy and clit. Each strike was like a dominant caress, harshly titillating the area that it had struck. Lyra was gasping mildly, because the priest was very good with this whip. His aim was perfect with the tips caressing her tightly bundled, erotic nerves. She knew what he was doing and tried to resist and even gave him a harsh, "I won't do it" look but sexual attuned body took over.

Very quickly Lyra was writhing in the air, but there was no fear or pain, only erotic torment. The priest seemed to find places that she never knew were sensitive, like the backs of her knees, the undersides of her breasts, and her inner thighs. The Priest watched her breathing and squirming very closely to determine which spots were the most effective in driving her wild. Once he had catalogued all her erotic spots, he kept whipping every part of her sinfully displayed body until she was gasping in need and pleading for more.

The priest put down the whip and picked up a feather tickler. He looked into Lyra's lust glazed, lustrous, green eyes before he started. She was close to the edge, but her eyes were begging him to push her further and show everyone what she could take. So, the priest did just that and started using the feather tickler on her already engorged nipples. Lyra felt her nipples throb and felt as if they would explode if he continued.

Her head thrashed back and forth between her arms as the priest tormented her body. He used the feathers on her other sensitive spots as well before he traveled across her belly and moved on to her pussy. The feather tormented her already red and inflamed clit driving Lyra closer and closer to the point of no return. Once again, he was watching her eyes, mouth, and body movements closely to determine her limits.

The feather on Lyra's clit was driving her crazy with her stomach muscles bunching and knotting with efforts to either get more or less stimulation. At one point, the priest had to steady her hips because she was swinging wildly in efforts to try to finally reach her climax. As he stopped her wild swinging, he could hear her whispering to herself, "Oh God, oh God, oh please, please let me cum."

The priest put down the feather and moved to a slapper. Her already inflamed and overly sensitive flesh reacted violently to the harsh slaps. A slapper is two or more pieces of leather that pop together when striking someone. This one was made out of very soft leather, so it didn't hurt Lyra. However, the loud pop that the two pieces of leather made slapping together made it seem as if it should have hurt.

He used the slapper on her ass and belly before giving some slaps directly on her nipples. These were like a shock of high-voltage electricity, and Lyra felt her whole body convulse as the shock went straight to her desperate pussy. Her eyes popped wide open with the shock and with the knowledge that she couldn't stop the orgasm that was on its way. The priest followed up with a slap on her belly, and that small amount of pain allowed her to regain control of her impending climax.

Her eyes looked at the priest, and he followed with a couple of slaps directly on her clit, and again high-voltage shocks ripped through her body. The fire inside her was now a roaring bonfire. Both of them knew the slightest touch, and she was gone. Lyra wanted to fight his manipulation of her body, but alas, her body's training and muscle memory plus her nanites pushed her into the orgasmic zone the priest needed from her.

Seeing Lyra writhing in the air was driving the priest crazy, and he craved to have some of his woman. So, he dropped the slapper, walked over grabbing her legs, and threw them over his shoulders. He started sucking, licking, and nipping at her pussy. Lyra's hips immediately spasmed thrusting her pussy into his mouth trying to get more stimulation. She felt as if she had been on a fast freight train going over a cliff, and there was no way to stop the orgasm rushing towards her.

Lyra started screaming to the priest about her impending orgasm, "OOOOOOHHHHHHH... OOOHHH GOD GOING TO CUUMM... MAKING MMMMEEEEEEE CCUUUUMMMM!"

The priest pulled his mouth away from Lyra just long enough to look at her twisting, spasming form. He smiled, enamored by her fabulous athletic body responding to his ministrations, he watched and mused, damn she was an incredible sexual slave. Then he immediately sucked her clit back in his mouth.

Lyra started convulsing immediately with her stomach muscles clenching and releasing, alternatively arching and contracting her body. For several seconds, Lyra's eyes were blinded by the explosive fireworks in her head. Her mouth was open in a silent scream of completion, and she couldn't breathe with her chest locked in her orgasmic frenzy. Her wildly convulsing body would normally set her swinging wildly across the stage if the priest hadn't been holding onto her legs.

The priest knew her body by now and knew her clit would be sensitive after her first climax, when he kept lightly sucking and licking around her clit keeping her at her orgasmic peak. As she finally caught her breath, she screamed, but he kept driving her from orgasm to orgasm. After several minutes of continuous orgasms, the priest could see her stomach muscles knotting and becoming fatigued. He started slacking off, so she could come down from her massive climax.

The priest nodded to the stagehand, and he started and swinging Lyra towards the statue. Lyra was hanging from ropes around her attached to the hooks under her arms facing a statue of what looked to her like a fertility symbol. It was a standard marble statue but with a large phallus glorifying its manhood. Her head swiveled and she saw the priest, priestess and a crowd of acolytes.

The priestess began moving towards her and she muttered, "You have caused us a lot of problems and were about to create a rebellion. We need our sacrifice and you will pay the price by being our sacrifice to our God of eroticism!"

She snapped her fingers, and a beautiful woman walked up to her carrying a syringe. The priestess grabbed the syringe and injected Lyra subcutaneously around her belly adding, "You have already had a dose of these aphrodisiacs, and they haven't worn off, but now you're getting an additional dose, and you should shortly be going crazy with lustful cravings."

Lyra looked at them and knew they obviously knew nothing about nanites. The nanites would keep her from being affected by the drugs, however she knew what was coming and her sex drive had already kicked in. Despite her mind wanting to avoid giving them the show they obviously wanted, her body was trembling in anticipation.

Out of the corner of her eye, Lyra scanned the audience to see their reaction. Almost everyone looked flushed, with many openly fucking their partner. Lyra shivered again, not only with what the Priest had done to her in front of the audience, but also with the firestorm of passion they had created in the audience.

The priestess walked away and turned to her saying, "It will take a few minutes for the drugs to take effect, so we will give you some time to contemplate your sins." The drugs had no real effect on Lyra but her finely tuned sexual body and her nanites were creating the effects that the priestess wanted. Lyra knew that somehow the phallus on the statue would soon be inside her and her body was getting ready.

In the audience Amun looked over at Lyra and she was looking at the statue and its massive phallus with desperate need in her eyes. But he thought he could tell all the aphrodisiac shots were coursing through her veins and she was hungry for cock. Her belly, hips and legs trembled with need as her eyes were glued to the statue's massive cock.

The licking of her lips and the erotic hungry twitching in her body, turn him on even more and soon his cock was throbbing for her but her eyes were still on the statue. He wanted to save her and his eyes were casting love messages to her. But Lyra watched as the already large cock on the statue grew to massive proportions and it was the most awesome and beautiful thing she had ever seen. No matter what she wanted all of that gorgeous cock inside her, all of it.

Her mind wondered how the phallus on a statue could enlarge and seemingly grow as she was moved in front of it. It was like the statue was alive and hungering for her pussy to engulf its cock. She shook her head trying to clear away the thoughts of the statue, but her body's craving for the massive phallus to split were pussy lips and drive deep inside her persisted.

Amun was having the opposite thoughts. He remembered how tight her pussy had been and she barely took him then. Now he was afraid that this drug fueled gargantuan of a cock would rip her tiny body apart. His love for her was overwhelming and as his cock would attest, he wanted to make love to her in the worst way. He had dreams of making her climax over and over and had done that during her presentation, but this was threatening to take everything to a new level.

Amun looked at her with love and awe as he gazed at her in a new light. As stunningly gorgeous and amazing as Lyra's body was, her heart, mind and soul were something incredible and something to be cherished. His mind and heart desperately wanted to hold her in his arms and just cuddle with her. His body and engorged cock ached to make love to her and right now the lust was winning.

It had been over thirty minutes and Lyra's head was spinning with passionate craving and she couldn't wait to have the statues phallus inside her. She had many cocks inside her over the years, but looking at its hard, engorged trudgen, it looked massive and she while ached for the statues cock, she had doubts whether she could take all of it. But none of that mattered she wanted it inside her, all of it inside her. She stared into the statues blank and lifeless eyes and pretended to see its love for her and its desire grow. She muttered to the priestess, "Please hurry I want it in me."

The priestess snapped her fingers and a diminutive man skittered between Lyra's legs and began to gorge himself on her pussy and clit. Lyra sucked in a deep gasping breath and screamed, "OH GOD, I need cock inside me."

The priestess nodded her head and three men hurried over to Lyra. After they moved Lyra directly in front of the statue, one huge man picked her up while two smaller men each grabbed a leg opening her legs as they advanced the statue's massively engorged phallus. The nanites were definitely kicking in and everyone could smell her arousal as her drenched pussy came in contact with the head of the statue's phallus. A petite woman came over, grabbed the statues phallus with her hands not even reaching halfway around its truncheon. She began to work the head of its phallus through her pussy lips and Lyra moaned as the statue's massive truncheon stroked her engorged clit.

She looked down, saw the statue's hugely engorged cock and a shiver ran through her. Oh god it was daunting and its massive size scared her, but at the same time it was a dream come true. She wanted more of it inside her and heaved her hips to get the head of its cock inside her. The exquisite pleasure of its cock barely entering her elicited a moan, "OOOOOOOOOOO, yes, OH God yes, more I need more."

The men moved her forward forcing the statue's phallus through her pussy lips. With even her soaked pussy she was tight with the men and the woman working its cock through her pussy lips and tickling the inside of her. Lyra immediately knew that even her nanites will have to work overtime to take on this massive phallus. "OH GOD, it's so big, you're splitting me wide open. OH GOD MORE, I need all of it, but please go slow."

Lyra's body quivered as the phallus slowly slid through her pussy lips. She felt it spreading her pussy and while there was a little pain as its massive girth plowed into her, there was even more desire to feel it all the way inside her. The man behind her was slowly pushing her onto the statue's cock, but Lyra wanted it now and heaved her hips forcing her statue lover's cock even deeper inside her. She whimpered and moaned with pleasure, tenderness and delight.

Lyra's head shook and she fought the men carrying her, but the statue's cock continued its merciless passage into her love tunnel. Lyra felt an erotic pain that made her squirm and twist, but at the same time she wanted more, deeper, she wanted all of it inside her. The pain was so erotic, so wildly stimulating, so carnal and yet it was so fulfilling touching places inside her that had never felt it's cock before.

She looked down and saw only a small portion of its cock was inside her. The men guiding her onto its cock pushed further and she moaned as more of its girth spread her wide open. It was more deliciously painful and as they pushed again, she hunched her hips forward to get more of statue lover's cock. This was something she had always dreamed of a massive cock filling her beyond anything she thought was possible. They pushed again and now more than half its cock was inside her and chills ran through her body, "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OH GOD, I need it all, I'm yours. PLEASE TAKE ME."

With that plea the two men pushing her onto its cock started pushing again until three quarters of its phallus had pillaged her ravenous pussy. She was shaking like a leaf on a tree as the painful bliss took over her body. This was as deep as anyone had ever been inside her and everything from now on would be newfound territory inside her. Lyra's mind was in a foggy paradise of passion, desire, rapture, devotion and longing for more. All the pain had been replaced by only a blissful craving for this deity inside her.

She kissed up its neck to its cold stone ear, grabbed its ear lobe with her teeth and between passion laden whimpers breathed, "No matter what they do to us, I'm yours and always will be." The two men pushed again and Lyra breathed a long moan, "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OH GOD, I need it all!"

With that plea the two men pushed until Lyra felt its stomach smash into her clit. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OH GOD, Yes, yes I have all of you." The last push took her breath away and her breathy whimpering moan was all she could utter. She was not only spread wide but filled deeper than thought possible. As her breath came back, she leaned into its ear, "OH GOD, I feel you deep inside me, I feel you even in my stomach. My whole body feels your cock, your everywhere inside me, possessing me. OH GOD you're so deep in me. I love the way you fuck me!"

The two men holding her legs wrapped them around the statue's back and used ropes to tie her left ankle to its left shoulder, then her right ankle to its right shoulder. This folded Lyra in half with her pussy flat against the base of its cock. Then her arms were still bound behind her and the statues phallus was the only thing supporting her. Finally, they wrapped a rope around her, tying her to the statue and there wasn't any place that they weren't skin to cold lifeless skin. Her whole body was wrapped around the statue and she felt the cold marble on its chest tikling her aching nipples, and the cold of its body scorching her receptive skin.

Lyra felt all of the statue from its cold, marbled, muscled body pressing against her breasts and belly to its cock imbedded deeply inside her. She squeezed herself around the statue trying to get even more of it around her. She thought she felt every contour and every vein of its cock as she squirmed on its massive phallus. She almost swooned as she felt the head of its cock teasing the inside of her love tunnel. She forgot about the cult, the priest and the congregation, this was everything she had ever dreamed of and this godly statue was her dream lover.

The priestess walked behind Lyra and began to fill her sphincter with a red jeweled butt plug. Lyra was already full of the statue's cock and there really wasn't any room for the butt plug, but still the priestess continued to work it inside Lyra's ass. Lyra had only had a few things in her butt and she squealed with horror as her sphincter snapped shut locking it inside her.

She took gasping breaths as the statue's god-like cock seemed to fill her even more. As full as she felt before, the plug filled all of her holes and she was beyond delirious. She tried squirming on it's cock to ease some of the fullness and that only made the carnal nature to the plug more blissful.

Using her legs, Lyra lifted herself up and little teasing her nipples on its cold chest and then slowly let herself down letting its cock fill her to overflowing again. Lyra whimpered as her lips sucked on the statue's cold neck and she moaned in its ear, "Oh God, how I feel you everywhere and you are filling every part of me. I have joined you and we are one. I can't breathe because your cock is so deep inside of me but never stop. Oh God, fuck me, fuck me hard."

To prove her point Lyra used her legs, lifted herself up again, then dropped and she began fucking herself on its cock, pushing her closer and closer towards, what she knew would be the first of hundreds of orgasms. Each time she bottomed out on its cock Lyra would give a breathy, whimpering scream. "Aaahhh, OOOOO, Aaahhh, more, more,"

The entire planet watched in amazement as what was supposed to be a torturous punishment for their sacrifice, was turning into the most incredible sexual encounter they had ever seen. The red jeweled plug in Lyra's ass winked like a shining beacon with every move and it was almost hypnotic as Lyra bounced on its cock.

The entire cult gasped out loud as the statues' buttocks clinched driving its cock even deeper inside Lyra and she screamed as her first orgasm ripped through her. Lyra's body tried to arch away from the cock embedded so deeply inside her, but the ropes held. Her head arched backward leaving her neck wide open to the God's voracious lips and mouth.

Lyra thought it was a dream as the statue's lips feasted on her neck and it drove its cock even deeper inside her, but the screams of the congregation told her it had come to life. As the God's mouth feasted on Lyra's neck he continued to thrust inside her and one orgasm turned into two, then three, then she lost count. Lyra was lost in her wild carnal rapture. She was also climbing the God's body and dropping onto his cock while he thrust inside her. It was not just the God fucking Lyra; she was fucking him back with just as much ferocity.

They were oblivious to everything around them except the passion they were sharing. The God began to grunt and moan as his thrusting cock plumed the depths of the woman that saved him from an eternity of being a statue. Lyra was lost in a sea of rapture, shaking in a spastic uncoordinated delight. She felt his cock consuming her entire body while his mouth drank the passion from her throat.

The God stopped feasting on her throat and as if Lyra knew what he wanted, attacked his lips in a furiously decadent kiss full of carnal passion. Their tongues dueled while both continued to drive the God's huge cock into Lyra's tight silky vice-like pussy. Lyra's mouth would break their kiss as a massive orgasm twisted her body, but seconds later her lips were back, making love to his mouth.

The entire planet couldn't believe their punishment had turned into bringing their God to life and a demonstration of how to actually love and make love to each other. They all watched in silence and awe as Lyra's athletic form danced on the God's cock, trembling, shaking, twisting in an Olympic display of orgasmic delight. The priest and priestess looked at each other and began to disrobe as the passion in the air began to take over the crowd. Soon the entire cult was taking advantage of the passion in the room and an orgy ensued.

The God and Lyra were making love like only two lovers can, if was deep, passionate, wild and all-consuming. The God felt her pussy bathing his cock in a silky, warm bath of womanly nectar and it was indeed heaven on earth. Her silky tunnel stroked him like nothing ever had and it was the most sensual, erotic and stimulating feeling in his life. His mind couldn't get passed the carnal sensuality. With her pussy acting like a silky vise, her engorged nipples nestling in his chest, her belly hunching while trying to get closer to him and her lips nuzzling on his neck and lips, he couldn't think of anything but her.

It didn't take long before his entire body was focused on trying to orgasm and bathe his woman in his own seed. But the time as a statue was making it difficult and his need to climax was strong but his inability to cum was painful, yet he continued to make love to Lyra all while trying to reach his climax.

Lyra was having the opposite; she couldn't stop climaxing. She couldn't tell when one ended and the next one began. Her quivering body kept dancing on the God's cock loving every shivering climax. This was something she knew she would never forget. The God's cock reached deep inside her and she swore it was touching her heart. There was no doubt anymore, The God touched her deeply, he was her man and she never wanted him to stop making love to her.

Her mother had explained that when her father made love to her it was like nothing she ever even dreamed of and Lyra's dance up and down the God's body, plus his cock so deep inside her fulfilled her mother's description. Her body had a mind of its own as she wiggled, swayed and jumped all over him, but her heart and mind were lost in outer space, floating free towards the planet bliss.

They were both lost in their love making and forgot about the crowd around them or how long they had been making love. Both the God and Lyra's mind and heart joined together in a loving union neither expected. Their bodies were exuberantly testing the physicality of their love as Lyra jumped up and down on The God's cock creating an orgasm inside her with each stroke. The God's muscled buttocks drove his cock deep inside Lyra, filling her to the brim with cock.

Even though they didn't know it, they had been making love for almost an hour. Lyra was starting to be exhausted with her body soaked in perspiration from all their love making. She had no idea how long it had been and she needed to take charge. She looked at the God and he was also soaked in perspiration and his muscles were quivering with fatigue. She grabbed his earlobe with her teeth and began chanting, "Cum in me, fill me with your seed, show me your love by filling me with your manly seed!"

The God felt Lyra pushing him towards his orgasm as she kept telling him to climax inside her. It was as if she had the power to control him. He felt Lyra in his heart, his head and his body and he felt her pushing him past his barriers. His painful climatic buildup began to ease and he began to creep towards the explosive climax they both craved. His eyes cleared and both he and Lyra came out of their lustful fog with their eyes joining in a loving gaze.

Their loving gaze began to dissolve everything and he was a man again. It was just the two of them making love. Lyra's body was still on orgasmic overdrive, but she felt the God's body moving towards his climax. His eyes almost rolled back in his head as she felt his cock begin to swell even more and then it was there. She felt the first blast of his seed inside her, then a second and third, all while she felt him throbbing inside her. Tears sprang in her eyes as she felt him marking her as his, filling her with his seed and feeling him pulse inside her filled her heart with love.

The God felt the release of his climax and it felt like his entire body was ejaculating through his cock. The release was explosive, fulfilling, loving and beautiful as his cock pulsed inside his woman. This had been the most incredible love making of his life. He loved her with all his heart and making love to her was wildly satisfying and changed his world forever.

The God's arms came alive as he held her in his arms and then began to lift her off his cock and as his cock left her, for a moment both felt empty. He shouted, "Release her from her bondage and bring her food and drink."

He held her in his arms as her ties were removed staring into her glorious, expressive eyes. Her eyes beheld love, passion, thankfulness and satisfaction. Only now, holding her could he see her stunning and magnificent body and he was awestruck by her delicious beauty. He realized that as gorgeous as she was on the outside, her inside was even more giving and loving. She had given her body to free him from the spell cast on him centuries ago and now he was a man again.

The people had called her a witch, sorceress, messiah and redeemer and she was all of those things. She had saved him and as her bonds fell away, he set her down on the floor where her arms were freed. He stared at her with love and appreciation before saying, "My name is Eros and I think you for saving me from a life of pure hell. What is your name and where are you from?"

Lyra was still wobbly on her quaking orgasmic legs but stood as regally as she could. She stood tall, tummy tucked in and breasts thrust high, wearing her nakedness like a beautiful gown and said, "My name is Lyra and I am an ambassador from the League of Planets. I came here to foment relations between our two worlds."

Eros and Lyra sat at a table in the back of the temple and had a feast of food and drink. The priests, priestess, acolytes and the congregation milled around not knowing were this was going or what would happen next. At the end of the meal Eros stood and shouted, "We have lost our way and will immediately begin negotiations with the League of Planets and we will begin to create a new form of government the allows all people to achieve their natural destinies. That will begin tomorrow, but for now Lyra and I have important relations to follow."

Eros scooped Lyra up into his arms and began stalking to a private bedroom. Lyra grinned as she wrapped her arms around Eros's neck and snuggled tightly against him. The door slammed shut behind them and for the next twenty-four hours screams of wild carnal passion could be heard through the door.