[Kate]

The night of her initiation Annie’s face was practically glowing when she came to pick her up. She took her to the church and led her to the same side entrance, but to a different room where four women waited to attend her, standing around what must have been the former baptismal pool.

She was given a cup and told to finish all of its contents. In the mean time they bathed her, caressing her as they dried her and combed out her hair and crowned her with a wreath of flowers. Then they put a hooded robe on her, and pulled the good over her head so that she could not see.

She was led into the former sanctuary, she guessed. She could not know it, but a huge wooden cross shaped like an “X” stood in front of a huge alter. They pulled her robe over her head and suddenly she found herself handcuffed to it to the large wooden structure.

She struggled to free herself but was finding herself feeling dizzy and high, half sleepy. The priest introduced her to the congregation as the “newest child of the star” and instructed them begin the initiation.

The introduction was swift and brutal. Someone swung a leather paddle nine times with a ferocity that left her breathless. Each member of the congregation came by turn, some merciful with their ministrations, others as brutal as the first. Crops, paddles, canes, even hands struck her tender flesh nine times each, the pain building and building. When the last member finished the high priest took his place saying that he would put the seal on her baptism and consecrate her as a member of the church. He did so by picking up a whip which she felt crack across her buttocks. The whip came down one, two, three, four, and did not stop until he had lashed her deeply nine times, leaving her with blood flowing down her buttocks.

At last she was freed from the cross, but her robe and hood still blocked her vision. She was led to the altar and laid down upon it, shackles holding her to it. “Now is she a child of the stars, an entity of the heavens, sacred forever to herself and the universe,” intoned the high priest, “Now my children, celebrate your union as I celebrate the sacred union between myself and this our child.” He pulled off his robe and the congregation followed suit.

He climbed on top of Bethany and his hard cock entered her. He pulled off her robe so that she might see. Even drugged, she was shocked to see the congregation engaging in sexual acts, rolling around on the floor.

Even though she had been drugged, even though she was bleeding and in pain, she felt herself fly into a state of erotic ecstasy. She looked up at the ceiling and saw images of Ledo in the grips of Zeus disguised as a swan, imprisoned between his wings; the Hindu Cosmic creator was there, his prick reaching out to rape his daughter and thus create the universe; Isis as a bird fucked Osiris’s penis she had created out of mud.

The High Priest thrust deeply into her again and again. She arched her neck back, lost in the drugs and the spell his cock cast upon her, and did not even see the knife before he slashed her throat so brutally he almost beheaded her.