What Now I Desire Chapter Four - Ceremony

The next thing Candace knew, they were being led from the temple, stumbling slightly as the world around them wavered. The jungle stretched higher, the colors bleeding into one another like wet paint. The faces of their captors now looking somehow more beautiful, more terrifying.

Ahead of them stood another structure, its walls built from dark stone, its barred windows casting jagged shadows against the ground.

A jail.

The heavy wooden door groaned as it was pulled open, revealing a main cell large enough to hold many prisoners, with smaller cells lining the back wall―meant for isolation, for breaking those who resisted.

The moment they stepped inside, the door slammed shut behind them.

Trinity stumbled, shaking her head. “The hell is in that Veivakama stuff?” she muttered, gripping the bars for support as she felt the liquid drug sloshing around in her guts.

Julie wiped her mouth, her breathing ragged. “We need to get out of here before whatever it is takes full effect. I don’t― I don’t trust myself to think clearly once it does.”

The dim glow of the light filtering in through the windows cast shifting shadows over the prisoners within. Julie, Trinity, and Candace sat slumped against the cool iron bars of the main cell, the effects of the Veivakama juice making everything feel surreal. The world felt distant yet intimate, like a dream they were only half awake for.

They weren’t alone.

Several other women occupied the main cell, their faces weary, their expressions guarded. One sat on a crude wooden bench along the wall, while another leaned against the bars, her body tense even in the stillness. A third woman lay in the corner, soft moans escaping from her as she writhed in the dirt, her back turned away from them.

The silence between the captives lingered until one woman, the one leaning against the bars, finally spoke.

“Whatever plan you come up with to escape, it will fail. The Veivakama clouds your judgment, sedates you so you’re weak and easy to overpower. You’re stuck here like us.”

She had an easy confidence about her, her dark eyes sharp despite the exhaustion in them. Her olive-toned skin was marked with the same single henna design beneath her right eye, and her black hair hung in loose waves over her shoulders. Candace noticed the glint of metal in her nose―septum piercing. Two more piercings adorned each ear, small silver hoops that flickered in the light, but unlike Jezebel, she bore no piercings on the rest of her exposed body. Trinity thought she looked vaguely familiar.

“I’m guessing you all got the same speech about ‘the Mistress’ and ‘the path to submission’?” she asked, smirking.

Julie eyed her warily. “And who are you?”

The woman placed a hand over her heart with mock dramatics. “Zoe. Zoe Galanis. I’m from Greece, and judging from your accents, you’re all Americans, right?”

Trinity’s eyes narrowed, the name poking at something in the back of her mind.

“Wait… Galanis?” she muttered, frowning. “That name sounds familiar.”

Zoe raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly.

Trinity’s head tilted as she studied her, then her eyes widened. “Holy shit. Hallow Soul.”

Candace blinked, glancing between them. “What?”

Trinity turned to her friend, speaking quickly, her words starting to slur as the potent Veivakama plugged inside her continued to take effect. “Hallow Soul. The band. They were getting huge―like, blowing up on every platform. Alternative, kinda gothic rock, with this insane lead singer―” She paused, her gaze snapping back to Zoe. “You. You were the lead singer.”

Zoe gave a small, theatrical bow. “Guilty as charged.”

Julie’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I don’t keep up with music, but that doesn’t explain how you got here.”

Zoe sighed, rubbing her temples. “I wish I could tell you. My band and I had just finished a set in Miami. Next thing I know, I’m waking up here. No yacht wreck, no plane crash―just here.”

Trinity hesitated. “Wait… when was that?”

Zoe shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe… a few days ago?”

Trinity’s stomach twisted. “That’s impossible.”

Zoe frowned. “Why?”

Trinity swallowed hard. “Because your band went missing over a month ago. The news reported it everywhere. Two of your bandmates were found dead on a beach in Florida.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and thick.

Zoe’s face paled. “What?”

Trinity nodded. “Yeah. It was all over social media. Nobody knew what happened to you.”

Zoe sat down, her back against the bars, breath coming in slow, measured inhales as her fingers curled against her knees. “No. No way. That doesn’t make sense.” She looked up at them, her gaze now laced with something bordering on panic. “If they were found dead a month ago, then why the hell does it feel like I have only been here for a few days?”

Zoe shook her head, still trying to process what Trinity had told her. The idea that her bandmates were dead, that she had supposedly been missing for over a month, while she only remembered being here for a few days―it made her skin crawl. She exhaled sharply, shaking off the panic creeping into her bones.

“Hey,” she called over her shoulder, lifting her chin toward the woman sitting on the wooden bench. “Laurel. C’mon over.”

The woman stirred, unfolding herself from where she had been seated against the cold stone wall. She moved with deliberate slowness, as though every motion required effort, her deep blue eyes flicking toward the newcomers with quiet curiosity.

She was in her thirties, maybe early forties, her fair skin lightly tanned from time spent under the sun. Her features were sharp but softened by exhaustion, dark freckles dusting her high cheekbones. Her deep auburn hair was twisted into a long braid draped over one shoulder, stray strands escaping around her face.

“Laurel Baird,” she introduced herself in a quiet but firm Scottish accent. “I was a marine biologist before…” She waved a hand vaguely around the cell. “Before all this.”

Julie’s expression remained unreadable, but her voice was laced with curiosity. “Marine biologist?”

Laurel nodded. “Deep-sea research, mostly. Studying ecosystems along hydrothermal vents, coral formations―uncharted regions of the ocean. I was stationed on a research vessel the last I remember.”

Candace leaned forward slightly. “And how long ago was that?”

Laurel hesitated. Her lips parted, then closed again as a faint crease formed between her brows.

Finally, she shook her head. “I… I don’t know.”

Zoe crossed her arms, glancing at the others. “When I got here, she thought it might’ve been last winter. That was, what? Six months ago? Maybe more?”

Laurel exhaled through her nose. “Could be. Could be longer. Time here… it slips through your fingers. You think you remember how long you’ve been here, but it stops making sense after a while.” She tapped a finger against her temple. “The longer you stay, the more you lose track. The more you forget.”

Candace felt a shiver creep down her spine.

Julie narrowed her eyes. “Forget what?”

Laurel’s mouth twitched into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Everything. Who you were. Where you came from. The details start to blur, piece by piece. At first, it’s just time. Then faces. Names.” She let out a breath, shaking her head. “Eventually, you stop fighting. That’s when they know they’ve won.”

Trinity scoffed, folding her arms tightly. By this point she sounded like she had a lisp, and her face had turned nearly scarlet with arousal. “That’s not gonna happen to us.”

Zoe gave a dry, humorless chuckle. “That’s what I said, too.”

Julie’s expression remained steely, though there was a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. She turned toward Candace and Trinity, lowering her voice.

“We can’t stay here long.”

Candace swallowed hard. “Agreed.”

Laurel watched them for a moment, then leaned back against the bars. “Then I hope you have a plan,” she murmured. “Because once you become Tamed… there’s no going back.”

A heavy silence settled over the cell as Laurel’s warning lingered in the air. Candace felt the weight of it pressing against her chest, the idea of slowly forgetting herself more terrifying than anything else she had experienced so far.

But then Zoe shifted, nodding toward the darkest corner of the cell. “And then there’s her.”

Julie, Trinity, and Candace turned their heads.

The woman in the corner sat curled against the wall, barely moving, her knees drawn to her chest and her long, unkempt black hair hanging in tangled waves over her face. At first, she could have passed for just another prisoner―trim and muscular from hard labor, ragged, worn down like the rest of them. But as Trinity’s eyes adjusted, the details became clearer.

In the dim light, the woman’s eyes appeared to glow a sparkling green, but there was something… off about them. A light dusting of sandy blonde hair―really, fur―covered her arms and legs, catching the dim torchlight.

Trinity stared, her heart skipping a beat as she realized the woman’s eyes weren’t just green. They were catlike, slitted like a feline’s, and in that moment, the reality of their situation crashed down on her with the weight of a collapsing star. They were no longer simply stranded on an island with an insane cult. This was something else entirely. There really was something supernatural about this place.

Candace flinched. “What the hell?”

Trinity took a step back. “What the fuck is happening here? What happened to her!?”

Julie, ever composed, didn’t look away. “Who is she?”

Zoe exhaled, keeping her voice quiet. “Her name’s Isabella Rodriguez. At least, that’s what she told me before…” She gestured vaguely toward the woman’s current state. “But she used to like going by her nickname: Rayne.”

Rayne looked up, blinked slowly, her green eyes still gleaming in the dim light like those of a predator. For the first time, her gaze turned to them with a wary, almost feral intensity, her breathing slow and measured, her eyes glazed as if seeing past the other prisoners until they at last settled on Trinity. She bore henna marks beneath both eyes.

Rayne’s pupils dilated as she met Trinity’s gaze. The vision of Kuri flashed through Trinity’s mind, a vivid omen spurred on by the Veivakama infecting her thoughts. Suddenly, she had to know what had happened to this woman.

“That’s not… that’s not normal,” Trinity shook her head. “Please, tell me, I have to know… what the hell did they do to her?”

Zoe’s expression darkened. “She’s been here the longest. Longer than any of us. And after some kind of ritual in the temple, she came back… like that.”

Candace stared, her stomach twisting. “The ritual changed her?”

Laurel, still leaning against the bars, nodded. “That’s what we figure. No one knows what really happens when you’re taken to the temple and put through that ritual, but when they bring you back… you’re different.”

“It doesn’t happen to everyone,” Zoe added. “Just those that are particularly defiant.”

Trinity gulped. Her vision of Kuri lingered in the back of her mind. She felt like she could almost hear a whisper in her thoughts, the same one she heard before, except she was no longer sure it wasn’t just her own voice she was hearing echo inside her. Either way, that same desire to submit to the God Beast filled her with unease as her blush darkened several shades.

Julie’s voice was flat, but the tension in her jaw betrayed her unease. “So why is she still in here?”

Zoe smirked slightly. “Because, despite whatever they did to her, Rayne’s still fighting.” She leaned forward, lowering her voice. “She hasn’t broken. Not fully. She won’t let them Tame her.”

Rayne’s lips twitched, something like a satisfied growl vibrating in her throat. Candace wasn’t sure if Rayne had even been listening, but the woman let out a quiet, rasping moan from her corner. A sound that was neither fully human nor fully animal.

Zoe pushed herself off the bench with surprising grace, her movements trained from years of performing on stage. She walked over to the other woman, kneeling down so that her face was level with hers. “Rayne, do you need something?”

Rayne’s eyes remained on Trinity for a moment longer before sliding to Zoe. She took a deep, shaky breath, the words pouring out with great difficulty. “I need… to speak. May I… clear my mind?”

The request was oddly formal, almost like a child asking for permission to use the bathroom.

Laurel sighed heavily. “Look away, lassies. You won’t want to watch what’s about to happen… well, not yet, anyway.”

Trinity and the others exchanged confused glances before doing as they were told, turning their heads and averting their eyes. They could hear Zoe speaking to Rayne in a low, soothing voice, but the words were indistinct.

Then, they heard a distinctly sexual sound emanate from Rayne, and the three newcomers couldn’t help but turn to see what was happening.

As they looked, they saw that Rayne had shifted onto her haunches in the corner of the cell, the altered girl spreading her legs wide to reveal she was openly masturbating. The leather of her harness was damp and dark between her legs, sticking to her skin as she began to move her hands in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Two huge phallic toys of polished wood protruded from her ass and pussy, summoned from some hidden alcove in the cell, both now covered in the white froth of her excitement.

Rayne’s eyes remained mostly fixed on the cell door, but there was no mistaking the furtive glances she cast their way, as if daring them to look away from the obscene act she was committing. Her hand spread apart her pussy lips, the sound of her wet fingers sliding over her clit filling the silence of the cell. She gasped softly, her chest rising and falling with each stroke.

Trinity felt a strange mix of fascination and horror watching Rayne’s handiwork. The wooden phallus she had shoved up her ass was the size of a man’s forearm, its surface polished and gleaming in the dim light. The second one, in her cunt, was equally massive, stretching her holes beyond even the size that would be necessary for childbirth. Both toys had been carved to mimic the exaggerated size and shape of a dog’s erect cock. Kuri’s cock, Trinity realized, her own pussy traitorously gushing at the thought.

Trinity’s jaw dropped as she realized what must have gone on at the temple ritual. She had been a sacrifice alright, a bitch submitting to the lord of all beasts. Now, for some twisted reason, Rayne was pretending to fuck Kuri again. Was she preparing her holes to submit to him? Trinity wondered. Will that be my fate as well?

“What the fuck is she doing?” Trinity whispered to Laurel, unable to tear her gaze away. “You said she wasn’t broken, but that sure as hell looks broken to me.”

“I told you not to look.” Laurel murmured.

Julie’s eyes narrowed, a cold anger burning in her chest. “So this is what they do to those who resist. Is this what happens if we try and fail to escape?”

Laurel nodded grimly. “They’ve trained her to… interact with herself like that. It’s the only way that she can still remember what it’s like to be human. An orgasm brings her clarity, allowing her to return to a semblance of her former self, if only briefly.”

Rayne’s movements grew more frantic, her breaths coming in pants and whines. She moaned in a way that didn’t quite sound human anymore, a sound that seemed torn from the throat of a creature caught in a snare. Her hands worked faster, the toys plunging relentless in and out of her holes, the wet sounds of her masturbation echoing off the stone walls. She stared at the other prisoners, her eyes pleading, her body trembling with the effort of her own forced arousal.

Then she spoke, the words barely coherent but filled with desperate need. “Watch me. Please. Watch me cum.”

Trinity felt a hot flush spread across her face. She didn’t want to, but something compelled her to look. To witness this woman’s degradation, this twisted playacting of bestial mating that was her punishment. Did she deserve such a fate?

Julie and Candace exchanged glances, the horror in their eyes mirroring what they all felt. But they watched. Even as their cunts grew slick and their nipples hard, they knew they had to. It was as if by looking away, they’d be giving in to whatever madness had claimed this poor woman.

Rayne’s eyes rolled back in her head, her body convulsing as she reached climax. She howled, the sound animalistic and raw. She squirted repeatedly onto the dirt floor, forming a small puddle with the intensity of her orgasm. Her hand kept moving, even after the first peak of pleasure had passed, her body riding wave after wave until she collapsed, panting and spent, onto the cold muck of the floor.

For a moment, there was only silence. Then, from the corner, a soft whisper.

“Thank you, Kuri,” Rayne murmured, her eyes still closed. “Thank you for pleasing me, my master.”

When the silence fell, it was as though the very air in the room had thickened. The other prisoners held their breath, waiting.

Slowly, Zoe stood, turning back to the others. Her face was drawn, her eyes sad.

“She’s okay. For now.”

Candace and Julie exchanged glances with Laurel, though the seasoned prisoner still did not look shocked, as if this were a regular occurrence. Trinity’s gaze remained focused on Rayne and the contented smile she now bore, even as disgust and dread rose within her.

Then Rayne stood, her eyes no longer glazed over.

“Listen to me,” she said, her voice surprisingly clear. “I don’t have much time. My curse… it’ll take over again soon. But I need to tell you, you can’t stay here. You can’t let them break you like they’re trying to break me.”

Rayne was crying now, her words hitting Trinity like a sledgehammer.

“Of course we need to escape. but…” Julie’s eyes narrowed, looking over Rayne’s body. “I’d rather we all die than let them do this to us.”

Rayne took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling heavily. “You’ll find it’s rather hard to die in Makaria. Many have wished they could. But they all become the Mistress’ pets in the end.”

Rayne almost sounded reverent when she pronounced the name of the Mistress, then promptly shook her head. “The longer you remain here, the more depraved you become. You’ll find yourself filled with new desires, ones you never could have imagined enjoying before. Eventually, you’re always hungry for it… the degradation, the sex, the devotion… all for the Mistress’… attention. And when you’re cursed like me…” She swallowed, her eyes flickering to the twin wooden toys she only recently had buried in her cunt and ass. “You do… this. To regain sanity.”

Candace looked at her, horrified. “But why?”

“Mating with Kuri takes something from you, and leaves you with this curse: the Mistress’ jealousy, they call it,” Rayne’s expression grew pained. “The Mistress. She’s… she’s in my head. All the time. Whispers, commands. It’s never-ending. But when I… when I do that, it’s like… it’s like she’s not there for a moment. And that’s the only peace I get. The only time I feel… human.”

Her feline eyes searched theirs, a flicker of the person she used to be shining through. “Please, escape. For all that’s holy, find a way out of here. Before it’s too late for you, too.”

The three friends stared at her, the gravity of her words settling in like a lead weight. They had to get out of here.

Their eyes fell on the bars that separated them from the outside world. Rough and iron, they were a stark reminder of their captivity.

“We’re going to need a plan,” Julie murmured, her voice steely with determination. Candace and Trinity nodded in agreement, but Zoe and Laurel remained silent, their brows creased with unease.

Not long after, a deep, rhythmic pounding filled the air, vibrating through the stone walls of the prison like a heartbeat. Zoe and Laurel stirred, glancing toward the windows with weary recognition, while Julie, Trinity, and Candace, tensed at the unfamiliar sound. All three moved toward the windows out of curiosity.

Zoe sighed and stretched her arms behind her head, her expression unreadable. “That’s the drums of honor,” she muttered. “Means someone’s getting rewarded tonight.”

Candace frowned. “Rewarded for what?”

Laurel, once again seated on the bench, let out a breath. “For service. For loyalty. For betraying people like us.”

Candace’s expression hardened. “It’s for Lilith, isn’t it? There’s no way I’m going to watch whatever sick enjoyment she’s getting for turning us over.”

Zoe hesitated, then nodded her head. “That would be for the best. It’s honestly better if you don’t watch.”

Trinity scoffed. “Yeah, well, I was never good at doing what I was told.”

Without waiting, she pushed herself up to peer out the barred window, her limbs wobbling and balance thrown off by the Veivakama’s effects, yet still managing to stay upright through sheer will. Julie exchanged an apologetic glance with Candace before following suit. “Maybe it will afford us a chance to escape?”

Candace wrestled with her conflicted feelings for a moment before sighing and positioning herself by the window as well.

The view overlooked the village square, which now basked in the full daylight of the sun. Women dressed in nothing but a leather harness around their groin danced in a slow, hypnotic rhythm, their bodies swaying with the pounding of the drums while tits of all size bounced and jiggled. The beat was relentless, heavy, each strike reverberating through the prison walls.

The harnesses that these dancers wore were different from the usual ones, designed as chastity harnesses similar to the one that Trinity now wore to keep the Veivakama inside her. Some of them had been outfitted with an attached polished wooden phallus as well, which would bounce and sway as the wearer danced. All three of the new Innocents were quickly entranced by the display, their eyes alternating focus from faces to tits, hips to groins.

And at the center of the procession, a group of figures emerged from the temple steps, stepping down into the square.

Candace’s breath caught.

Lilith.

The woman who had recently been their host―the woman who had betrayed them―walked with a slow, measured grace, her dark hair braided in intricate coils woven with gold beads. Her once-simple dress had been replaced with flowing robes of deep red, embroidered with golden patterns that shimmered in the sunlight. Her henna markings had been extended, curling up her temples and down her throat like twisting vines.

On either side of her, the two imposing women who had led them here walked in step. The tall, blonde warrior, her icy gaze fixed straight ahead, and the South Asian woman with long, dark hair.

Between the pounding drums and the swaying bodies of the dancers, the entire village seemed to hum with energy. The Veivakama coursing through the girls’ systems added a surrealness to the scene. The rhythmic beat seemed to sink into their bones, pulsing in time with their own heartbeats and the ache in their wet cunts.

Candace swallowed hard, unable to look away as Lilith stepped onto a raised platform at the center of the square.

Zoe stayed in the shadows of the cell, shaking her head. “I told you not to watch.”

Candace barely heard her.

Her thoughts had been clear just moments ago. Hatred for Lilith. Hatred for the village, for these women who had stolen them from their lives. And yet…

She felt something creeping in, like vines wrapping around her mind. A warmth grew inside her pelvis as she subconsciously rubbed her thighs together.

Lilith stood on the platform, surrounded by the beautiful women of the village, each one caressing her, their hands gliding over her breasts, her shoulders, her waist in open admiration. Special attention was given to her cunt, stray fingers parting the wet lips, eager to flick at her clit or finger her hole. They whispered things in her ear that made her laugh softly, or bite her lips in pleasure. The women adored her.

Candace’s fingers twitched against the iron bars.

I want that.

The thought was sudden, intrusive―wrong.

She sucked in a sharp breath and clenched her fists, trying to push it away. But the warmth inside her only grew stronger. The more she watched Lilith, the more she understood.

Lilith, Rayne… they aren’t broken. They have simply accepted what they desire. Now they are wanted. Pleasured. Cherished.

Lilith tilted her head back as one of the women kissed her throat, her smile languid, her hands lazily stroking the arms of the women around her. More hands, more mouths, more whispered words Candace couldn’t hear.

The warmth inside Candace’s body flared, and she felt a trickle of pussy juice flowing down her thighs.

She shouldn’t be jealous.

She hated Lilith.

Didn’t she?

Candace’s nails dug into her palms, trying to ground herself. This isn’t real. This isn’t me. This is the Veivakama.

But the urge to touch herself was growing, to play out the fantasy of being in Lilith’s place. Lilith wasn’t evil like she had thought. She just needed to be loved. Pleasured. Fucked.

Candace shuddered. “No,” she muttered under her breath. “This is the drug. This isn’t how I really feel.”

But her voice lacked conviction.

Trinity let out a strangled breath beside her, shaking her head as if trying to clear it. “They’re just… touching her like that. In front of everyone. Like she belongs to them.”

Candace could hear the disgust in her friend’s tone, but there was something else beneath it―envy.

Trinity wants to be there.

I want to be there too.

Candace squeezed her eyes shut. Then she snapped them open again when she heard her mother moan. Candace turned her head sharply.

As if to mimic what was being done to Lilith, Laurel had grabbed Julie from behind, restraining her arms as the Scottish woman gently kissed along her throat. Julie’s face was rigid, her expression unreadable―but Candace could feel the conflict rolling off her in waves. Her mother’s hands feebly grasped at Laurel to push her away.

Laurel looked back at Candace. “I’m sorry you have to see this, but your mother is just too beautiful for me to resist.” She turned back to nibble and suck at Julie’s earlobe sensuously.

Julie let out a soft, shaky exhale, barely audible.

“Don’t… don’t…,” she whispered. “Don’t stop.”

The strong, unwavering mother Candace had always known was wavering.

Candace felt bile rise in her throat. “Mom, you can’t-”

Julie’s jaw clenched. “I know,” she snapped, voice tight. “This isn’t me, it’s the drug. Even though it’s not real, even though I’ll feel sickened about it later, I just can’t take it anymore.”

Candace’s stomach churned. It was the same for her.

She wanted Lilith to suffer. She wanted her to pay for what she had done.

But at the same time, she wanted to be closer to her.

To touch her. Be touched by her.

To be accepted. Loved. Pleasured.

To belong.

As Julie stopped her resistance and allowed Laurel the freedom to explore her body, Candace ripped her gaze away, turning to stare at Trinity instead, still trying to breathe through the ever-growing heat beneath her skin. But that was a mistake. Trinity locked eyes with her friend, and both girls felt a raging lust for one another blossom within their hearts.

Trinity’s eyes searched Candace’s, desperate to find some shred of clarity, some sign that this wasn’t happening. But she saw only need. Desperate, burning need.

“Candace, we can’t-” she began, but her words were cut off by a gentle tug at her hand.

Candace’s gaze was intense, almost pleading. “I know, but… I can’t help it. Your lips are just… so kissable. I need to kiss you. I need to feel something real right now.”

Her voice was a whisper, thick with a desire that she had never felt before―at least, not for a woman.

Trinity’s resolve crumbled like sand under the relentless tide of the Veivakama’s control. She knew it was the drug speaking through her, but she couldn’t fight it. And in that moment, she didn’t want to.

With a shaky sigh, she let herself be pulled into an embrace by her best friend, their bodies pressing together as if seeking solace in the chaos.

Their kiss was explosive, a clash of tongues and teeth as they sought to devour one another. Trinity’s hands slid up to cup the sides of Candace’s face, her thumbs caressing the soft skin of her cheeks.

Their kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as the two girls felt their friendship forever tainting into something a bit darker, a bit more primal.

Their breasts pushed together, nipples hardening through their flimsy shifts. Trinity’s hand traveled down to palm one of Candace’s breasts, her thumb flicking the sensitive nub of her nipple, causing a gasp to escape from her friend’s mouth.

Candace’s hands weren’t idle either, slipping down to Trinity’s waist and then lower, grabbing a handful of her ass and squeezing tightly.

For a moment, all was lost in the haze of passion, the thunderous beating of the drums outside echoing the pulsing need in their bodies.

But then, just as abruptly as it had started, the drums stopped and the lust began to subside, the fog in their minds lifting enough for Trinity to pull away.

Candace’s eyes searched hers, filled with shock and confusion, mirroring Trinity’s own tumultuous emotions.

“What… what just happened?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Trinity took a step back, her hand dropping from Candace’s face. “The Veivakama. It’s making us do this.”

“I… I didn’t mean to,” Candace sighed, still breathless from the kiss. “I’m so sorry, Trinity.”

Zoe, still leaning against the bars, watched them all with a knowing look. “Like you’ve said, it’s the Veivakama,” she stated. “It’s designed to do this to you. If you’re lucky, you’ll learn to handle the effects in time.”

“I won’t let it do this to me,” Trinity inhaled sharply, defiantly digging her fingers into her arms. “If I cause myself a little pain, maybe it will ground me, keep it from working on me.”

Zoe smirked. “Sure it will.”

Trinity opened her mouth to snap back but hesitated.

Because they both knew it was. The potency of the Veivakama enema lodged within her ensured that Trinity could not escape it. It was honestly a miracle that she hadn’t fallen to the ground to writhe in delirium yet.

Candace gritted her teeth, forcing herself to take slow, steady breaths. She could fight this. She had to fight this.

Distracted as they were, the girls barely noticed when the prison doors groaned open.

Julie, Trinity, and Candace flinched as light flooded the cell, illuminating the iron bars and the faces of their fellow prisoners. The pounding drums outside had stopped, replaced by the distant hum of voices in the village square. The air felt charged, electric, as if something unseen crackled in the space between them.

“Out,” one of the guards ordered. Laurel backed away submissively from Julie.

The three women hesitated. Then firm hands grabbed their arms and yanked them forward.

Zoe and Laurel watched in silence, their faces unreadable as Julie, Trinity, and Candace were pulled to their feet. In the corner, Rayne watched them leave, the same satisfied smile plastered on her face as when they had watched her orgasm.

They were led out of the jail into the open air, where the bright sky loomed above them radiating heat onto their exposed bodies. The effects of the Veivakama made every sound sharper, every scent intoxicating, while every touch sent more warmth down to their groins. The square was still alive with the soft murmurs of the assembled villagers, their faces expectant.

The three captives were pushed and guided toward the center of the square and onto the platform.

And then, they were made to kneel.

Julie found herself positioned before the South Asian woman who had walked alongside Lilith during the ceremony. Trinity knelt before the tall blonde woman with ice-blue eyes, and Candace―her stomach twisting―was placed directly in front of Lilith.

The three women standing over them were radiant in the daylight, their robes flowing, their expressions unreadable.

The blonde woman smirked, tilting her head as she regarded Trinity. “You may call me Belladonna.”

Trinity narrowed her eyes. “There’s no way that’s your real name.”

Belladonna chuckled, amused. “Perhaps not. But it is who I am now.” She crouched slightly, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind Trinity’s ear. “Someday you’ll have a new name too, Muschi.”

“What did you call me?” Trinity growled. She was certain it was something demeaning.

Belladonna smirked. “Just a pet name that describes what you are, until you earn something better.”

Trinity jerked her head away, but the heat flushing her cheeks betrayed her.

The South Asian woman standing over Julie exhaled softly, her dark eyes warm, yet commanding. “I am Amara Prasad,” she said. “But for now, you may simply call me Amara.”

Julie remained stiff, her back straight despite her kneeling position. “I won’t be calling you anything.”

Amara’s lips curled in a knowing smile. “We’ll see. For now I will call you… Kutiya. That sounds nice,right? My cute, fiesty Kutiya.”

Julie glared defiantly but said nothing.

Candace swallowed hard, refusing to look up at Lilith. But she could feel the woman’s presence, the scent of her skin―incense and something subtly sweet―filling the space between them.

Lilith reached down, her fingers grazing Candace’s chin, tilting her face upward until their eyes met.

Candace’s breath caught.

“Is it really so hard to look at me, mia tesora?” Lilith asked, her voice gentle, almost affectionate.

Candace’s nails dug into her palms. “I’ll never forgive you.”

Lilith only smiled.

The village women around them grew silent as Belladonna, Amara, and Lilith turned to address the crowd.

“These three,” Belladonna said, her voice smooth and commanding with her German accent, “have been chosen by the Handmaiden to be trained by us.”

“They will learn obedience,” Amara continued, her gaze flicking to Julie, “discipline, and devotion.”

“They will be made ready to pledge themselves,” Lilith finished, her fingers still lingering against Candace’s chin, “to the Mistress.”

The crowd murmured approvingly, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Candace’s pulse pounded. She felt that creeping sensation again, like something was crawling into her mind.

And then, something shifted inside her. She gasped, her body suddenly aware of Lilith in a way that made her stomach turn. A bond was forming between them, her heart linked to Lilith’s.

Julie tensed, sensing the same thing, her breath hitching as her gaze locked onto Amara’s against her will.

Trinity clenched her fists as warmth curled through her limbs, an unnatural need unfurling in her chest.

Was this still from the Veivakama? Or was something else at work within them? As each girl looked up at their trainers, their minds filled with lust. Never before had they desired another person, let alone another woman, like they now felt desire for the women who stood above them.

Whatever was happening, it was making them crave their trainers’ touch, a need to listen to their every word.

No, Candace thought frantically. No, no, no, this isn’t me―

And yet, the feelings grew stronger.

The urge to serve. To obey. To please.

Lilith stroked her cheek softly, sending a sick shiver through Candace’s body. “Don’t fight it, Candace,” she whispered. “This is what you were meant for.”

Candace trembled, her heart warring with the foreign desires clawing their way into her soul.

Julie shut her eyes tightly, trying to steady her breathing, trying to remind herself who she was.

Trinity gritted her teeth, struggling against the warmth coiling inside her.

They all fought.

But the bond had already taken root.

Julie, Trinity, and Candace barely had time to process any of this before the square erupted in motion.

“The bond has formed. The final initiation ceremony will now commence,” Belladonna announced.

A murmur of approval rippled through the gathered women, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Julie tensed as strong hands gripped her arms, forcing her to stand. Candace and Trinity were hauled up beside her, their bodies weak from the lingering effects of the Veivakama. They wanted to resist. They needed to resist.

But another, quieter part of them―one that had never existed before―was whispering something far more dangerous.

Submit. Enjoy.

The thought slithered through Candace’s mind, unbidden and wrong. She clenched her jaw as chains were brought forward, thick metal shackles clamping around her wrists and ankles with a heavy finality. The cold iron bit into her skin, a stark contrast to the unnatural heat pooling in her stomach.

You hate them. You hate Lilith. You hate this place.

And yet…

When Lilith’s fingers brushed against her wrist as she secured the shackle, a jolt of something―something twisted and wrong―shot through her.

She’s touching me. I need her to touch me more.

Candace’s breath hitched, horror washing over her.

No. No, no, no.

Julie sat stiff-backed as Amara fastened the chains around her, her lips pressed into a thin, unyielding line. The desire to serve lurked just beneath the surface of her mind, poisoning her thoughts. It was subtle, insidious. Not a compulsion―nothing forced―but an invitation. A welcome warmth where before there had been only fear. Her resolve had already weakened under Laurel’s touch in the prison cell, and Julie knew how dangerously close she was to giving in.

She squeezed her eyes shut.

She was a mother. A protector. She did not yield.

Yet when Amara’s fingers lingered on her arm, the barest hint of approval in her dark eyes, a tremor ran through Julie’s body.

Approval.

The realization made her stomach churn.

Trinity was breathing heavily, her muscles rigid, every fiber of her being resisting the pull that had taken root inside her. But the Veivakama was coursing through her stronger than ever, that whisper inside her mind growing darker, more lurid in its demands. Belladonna knelt before her, securing the shackles with practiced ease, her expression unreadable.

“You’re trembling, Muschi,” Belladonna murmured, amusement lacing her voice.

Trinity jerked against her restraints, her face burning. “Go to hell.”

Belladonna laughed, though it was mirthless and hollow. “You have no idea what hell is, whereas I have been through it twice already.”

Unceremoniously, Belladonna reached down and undid the clasp on Trinity’s harness.

“No!!” Trinity shrieked. “Not here!”

“The Veivakama has served its purpose, Muschi,” Belladonna said, spanking Trinity’s ass with a swift clap of her hand, leaving her butt cheek red and the now-exposed plug shaking violently, threatening to pop out on its own.

Belladonna grabbed the buttplug and twisted, slowly easing it out as Trinity tried to clench down on it, her toned gymnast muscles working overtime to keep the object inside her.

“That won’t do, Muschi, you’ll damage your tight, little hole if you force me to yank it out,” Belladonna purred. “It’s far too soon to have you gaping open, don’t you think? Relax.”

The command hit Trinity hard enough that her muscles relented, if only for a moment. But that was all the time Belladonna needed. With a loud pop, the plug flew out of Trinity’s ass, and what remained of the un-absorbed red liquid spurted out onto the earth, splattering down her thighs.

Trinity’s nails dug into her palms again, which now bled freely, humiliation and arousal coursing through her like wildfire.

The chains clinked as all three girls were fastened to iron rings embedded in the stone ground, ensuring that none of them could run away.

The three trainers were then presented with phallic leather harnesses like those of the dancers, and it was only now that the three prisoners realized these harnesses had been equipped with two wooden sex toys on the inside lining as well, to fill and stretch the wearer’s fuckholes as they moved about. Belladonna, Amara and Lilith all slid the harnesses on, moaning in delight as they were penetrated in front and in back simultaneously.

Not wasting any time, the trainers circled behind the chained Innocents, who gasped as they felt the tips of the wooden phalli now poking at each of their cunt holes.

The watching women began to chant, their voices low and rhythmic, a song that carried no words―only sound. A vibration in the air, in their bones.

Candace’s heart pounded.

She wanted to scream.

She wanted to moan.

She hated this.

She needed this.

She wanted to die.

She wanted to be fucked.

The war inside her raged, an endless cycle of defiance and submission, of hatred and longing. And then it happened: the trainers thrust their hips forward, penetrating the bound women.

Julie felt the head of the wooden phallus press against her already wet entrance, and she moaned deeply, her eyes rolling up. The polished device slid in with surprising ease, filling her completely. The leather harness was pressed snug against her hips, the wood thick and unyielding. She bit back a whimper, the sensation of being claimed by something so primal and foreign overwhelming her.

Trinity, on the other hand, tensed, her eyes and cunt muscles squeezing shut. She was still tight, though not a virgin, and she knew what was coming next.

The pressure grew, the chanting swelling around her, until Belladonna’s hand was at her cunt, flicking her clitoris, pushing the wooden dildo home. At last Trinity’s muscles gave out, and she choked back a sob as her pussy stretched uncomfortably to accommodate the massive cock now embedded deep inside her.

Meanwhile, Candace had no such knowledge or experience. Despite the vision of her incestuously embracing with her father, she remained a virgin.

So when Lilith plunged the phallus into Candace’s innocent pussy, the pain was like a knife, tearing through her just as the wood tore through her hymen. She screamed, the sound echoing through the square.

Julie’s eyes snapped open at the sound, her own pleasure forgotten for a moment as she watched in horror as her oldest daughter’s innocence was ripped away from her. The pain was written across her face, and Julie felt a pang of guilt as her first thought was relief at knowing her daughter had not secretly been a slut after all, but then amidst the agony, she saw something else, something that made her heart ache and freeze to ice.

A spark of pleasure.

Was she faking it? Julie wondered. Was Candace not really a virgin after all? Hoping to drown out the thoughts, Julie pushed herself back against the dildo inside her, humping it in and out of her increasingly wet cunt repeatedly.

“Good girl,” Amara praised her. “There is no need to feel guilt. Enjoy it.”

As Lilith began to thrust the wooden dildo into her repeatedly, Candace’s body began to react in ways she never could have imagined. Her muscles clenched around the invading object, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through her body. She felt her resolve slipping away with every movement, her body betraying her as it started to respond to the relentless rhythm. The pain slowly morphed into something else, something more… needy.

Julie watched as her daughter’s face contorted, the screams turning into whimpers, and the whimpers into moans. The sight was too much for her, the love and fear for her daughter fighting with the dark, twisted desire to see the little whore get punished. She had to look away, focusing her every thought instead on her own body and the way it was moving in time with the phallus embedded within her.

Her own pussy was wet, wetter than it had ever been before, and she found herself pushing back into the phallus that was now fucking her. She hated it, hated herself for it, but she couldn’t stop the way her body was responding. Even at the beginning of her marriage, Julie’s husband had never made love to her like this, never given her this much satisfaction. Her eyes searched the crowd for any sign of escape, any hint that this was all a terrible dream, but she found none. Only the faces of the other women, their eyes hungry, watching the scene unfold before them.

Trinity’s eyes were squeezed shut, her teeth gritted, as Belladonna began to work her hips, driving the wooden cock in and out of her with increasing ferocity. The discomfort was still present, but it was being dulled by a rising wave of something else, something she didn’t want to acknowledge.

Belladonna leaned in, her breath hot in Trinity’s ear. “Look at them,” she urged. “Look at your friend and her mother. They need you, Muschi.”

Trinity’s eyes snapped open and she did as instructed, her gaze finding Julie and Candace.

Julie was lost in her own world of pleasure and torment, her body moving in time with Amara’s thrusts, the phallus buried deep within her, stretching her in a way she never had been before.

Candace’s eyes were glazed over, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as Lilith’s phallus claimed her over and over again.

“Now, lean over to your friend, my sweet girl,” Belladonna whispered, her hand guiding Trinity’s head until their faces were inches apart. “Kiss her lips and show her how much you love her.”

The crowd watched, their breaths held in anticipation.

Trinity hesitated, her eyes flicking from Belladonna’s to Candace’s, then back again. Despite herself, she had enjoyed the kiss she shared with Candace earlier. Would it be so bad to do it again?

“Do it,” Belladonna’s voice was firm, yet filled with an underlying promise of pleasure.

And with that, Trinity leaned in and kissed her friend.

Their tongues met tentatively at first, a dance of uncertainty and fear. The crowd watched, their chanting growing louder, more fervent, as the scene unfolded before them. The sight of the two young women kissing sent a wave of arousal through the gathered cult members, their eyes glazed with the same lustful haze that had claimed the Innocents.

Trinity felt the warmth of Candace’s mouth, the softness of her lips, and something within her unfurled like a dark flower. The kiss grew more urgent, more demanding, as the wooden cock in her cunt continued its relentless assault. Her body responded to the dual sensations of pain and pleasure, the bond to Belladonna growing stronger with every thrust.

“Look, Kutiya,” Amara said. “Your daughter is enjoying the affections of her friend.”

Julie’s eyes widened as she watched her daughter and Trinity kiss. Her own pleasure grew more intense, the phallus inside her hitting a spot she had never known existed.

“No… no girls,” Julie grunted. “You shouldn’t… give in…”

“Why shouldn’t they?” Amara whispered, nibbling on Julie’s ear as she thrust the phallus in deep and held it there, eliciting a deep moan of pleasure from her new pet. “They are friends who love each other, aren’t they?”

“Yes, yes they are!” Julie moaned, her eyes rolling back as the idea was seared into her mind, another adjustment to her crumbling morals and sexuality.

“You should show her the same affection, Kutiya. After all, a mother should never withhold love from her daughter.”

“I… I can’t.” Julie mumbled, barely able to respond anymore. “That would be… wrong!”

“Would it, Kutiya?” Amara’s voice was soothing, a gentle coax as she began to fuck her more vigorously, the wooden cock moving in and out of her increasingly drippy pussy, filling her in ways she never thought she’d experience. “Is love ever wrong?”

Julie’s mind swam with the conflicting emotions of love and disgust, pleasure and pain.

“Look at your mother, mia tesora…” Lilith’s voice was a siren’s call, drawing Candace back to reality. “Look how much she needs you. How distant you’ve been from her all these years. How many secrets you’ve kept from her.”

Candace’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Julie’s. The look her mother returned was one of lust and conflict, ashamed but too aroused to look away. What are they doing to us? Candace wondered. What are they making us desire?

“You’ve been a bad girl, mia tesora, a bad daughter,” Lilith yanked on Candace’s hair painfully to reinforce her point. “You need to seek her forgiveness, starting by sharing your love with her.”

“You’re… you’re twisting it, the idea of love,” Candace fought to retain reason, to not accept the words that were seeping into her mind. “Making it into some perverse, corrupt thing…”

Candace yelped as she felt Lilith smack her ass, hard. “Wrong answer, you naughty girl!”

“You’re right, she’s been a bad daughter,” Julie whispered, eyes locked on Candace, the words slipping from her mouth as if pulled by invisible strings. Candace was stunned. “We’ve never been close. We never talked about… things. She was always more interested in spending time with her father.”

Lilith’s hand was back at Candace’s neck, stroking softly, her words dark and seductive. “You see? Don’t you want to be closer, to be forgiven? To share everything with the woman who grew you in her womb and birthed you from her cunt?”

Candace’s body shuddered, the pleasure from the phallus in her pussy overriding any sense of self-control. “Yes… I do… mom, please, forgive me!”

“Good. Then show her how much you love her. Kiss her, kiss your mother. Let her feel your soft lips upon her own.”

Julie’s eyes searched for any sign of rebellion in her daughter’s gaze, something to help her resist the temptation that was growing too great within her. But all she found was confusion, need, and a hint of the same desperate arousal that was consuming her.

With a trembling hand, she reached out and cupped her daughter’s face, guiding it closer.

“Mother… no!” The words were faint, a weak protest against the tide of desire crashing over her.

Julie ignored her, leaning in, her lips brushing against Candace’s, tasting the sweetness of her breath, feeling the warmth of her skin.

“Mother… please…”

Julie’s resolve wavered for a moment, but the bond with Amara was too strong, the command to kiss her daughter to intoxicating. She had to submit. This would only make them grow closer, wouldn’t it?

The love and fear for her daughter melded with the dark desire that had been planted within Julie, and she found herself leaning forward again, her tongue forcefully reaching out to touch her own daughter’s, parting Candace’s lips without any resistance. The incestuous contact sent shivers through both Julie and Candace, and both mother and daughter moaned in forbidden pleasure.

Their lips met again and again as their tongues danced back and forth, first within Candace’s mouth, then within Julie’s. While Candace’s response had been tentative at first, it grew more urgent with each passing second. The crowd watched, their own arousal building as they witnessed this rare, incestual act, feasting their eyes as if being treated to the most delicious of delicacies.

“Look how beautifully they connect, how the love between them is blossoming like the petals of the Veivakama flower,” Lilith purred, her eyes glinting with dark amusement as she watched the mother and daughter’s kiss deepen.

“Indeed,” Belladonna agreed, her own gaze rapt on the display before her, her attached phallus still buried deep within the squirming Trinity beneath her. “It’s a testament to the power of the Mistress, to see a mother and daughter unite in such a pure expression of love and devotion.”

In a way, it was true. Julie and Candace’s familial bond did grow stronger with each thrust of the wooden dildos into their pussies. The idea that this was somehow right, that the love between them as mother and daughter could be expressed in such a way, became a seductive whisper in their minds.

“You see, mia tesora,” Lilith whispered into Candace’s ear as she watched the incestuous embrace, her own strokes growing more vigorous as Candace began responding enthusiastically to her mother’s kiss. “This is what it means to be a true daughter. To serve your mother in every way she desires, even in the most intimate of moments. Becoming a source of her pleasure is every daughter’s duty.”

Candace’s body quivered, the words cutting deep into her psyche. Part of her still knew she didn’t want this, didn’t want any of it, but the bond was too strong, the kiss too intoxicating. The desire to please, to submit, overwhelmed the last of her reason.

It wasn’t long before the eager kisses between Julie and Candace turned to sharing kisses with Trinity as well. Each girl had been fully consumed by their lust and newfound desires, enthusiastically taking turns kissing each other and moaning deeply while their trainers continued fucking them.

The three women, bound by chains and the will of the cult, became a writhing tangle of flesh and passion. The crowd erupted into an orgy around them, each woman seeking out her own release, driven by the sight of the three Innocents slowly succumbing to their fate.

The sound of skin slapping against skin, of moans and sighs, filled the air, mingling with the chanting that grew more frenzied by the moment. The square had transformed from a place of ceremony into a sea of writhing, ecstatic bodies.

Belladonna’s hand moved from Trinity’s cunt to her clit once more, her thumb circling the sensitive nub with a newfound urgency. “Show them how much you want this, Muschi. Show them that you’re mine now.”

Trinity moaned into the kiss she was sharing with Candace, her body moving instinctively against Belladonna’s hand. The pleasure was unbearable, a crescendo that threatened to overwhelm her.

Julie’s own body had ceased being a battleground of emotions, all of it melting away into the mind-numbing ecstasy of her own rape. She reached out, her hands finding the chains that held her in place, gripping them tightly as she shouted, “Fuck me harder! Make me cum!”

The crowd watched, their eyes alight with a mix of envy and triumph. As the three women reached their peak, the air grew thick with the scent of sex and sweat. The energy of the orgy fed into their bonds, amplifying the pleasure they felt and binding them ever tighter to their trainers.

The moment washed over them, a tide of sensation that drowned out the horror of their situation. For a brief, agonizingly beautiful moment, they were one with the cult, one in submitting to the desires that now coursed through them forever.

Their cries of climax echoed through the valley, mingling with the chirps and yips of nearby jungle creatures and the chanting of the women around them.

And as the three bodies fell limp, exhausted and spent, the chanting finally ceased.

The ceremony was complete.