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Empire of the Ancient Sands

Lost Chapter - Grace and Desire

Julie shifted uncomfortably, looking around in the chamber. Dusty stone walls, sand collected in the corners, tall obelisks covered by indecipherable hieroglyphics, and a creepy granite statue in the center, depicting a giant woman with the head of a cat, holding a weird, metallic loop in one hand. Based on what her teachers in the Order had told her, that was probably a 'Sistrum' - some kind of ancient Egyptian maraca. It was all very disturbing, especially in the wan light of the old-school torches that she and the other 'priestesses' were carrying.

They were all lined up next to her - gorgeous girls, most of them possessing the tan skin of the locals, mixed with a few darker and lighter tones... like herself. They were also all dressed in simple, white cotton dresses that tightly hugged their curves, and most of them were beautiful and elegant. She wasn't quite sure what she was doing amongst them, really. How HAD a nice, regular girl from the American Midwest gotten involved with a group of Egyptian Neopagan extremists, anyway? Even thinking back on it, it didn't make much sense.

The sighed quietly and watched Sitkamose, their supposed leader, bend over to look more closely at the obelisk in front of her. It was a sight worth seeing, considering the way her tight white dress outlined her perfectly-shaped ass... a shame it was attached to such a bitch. 'Sitkamose' was the name she'd taken when she was appointed a High Priestess Aspirant, which was basically the highest rank within the Order, and boy did she know it. Julie herself had no designs on such lofty positions. She mostly just enjoyed the fact that the Order not only accepted but actively ENCOURAGED lesbianism... and was well-stocked with beauties. So far, her encounters had been... brief, never serious. Light entertainment. But with any luck, she'd soon find someone real - someone she'd want to spend her life with.

Assuming, of course, that she survived to see another day. She was, after all, standing here as a 'sacrifice' before the great and powerful Bastet... which, Sitkamose had told her, wasn't nearly as bad as it sounded. Unlike some of the other gods, who thrived on blood-sacrifices, Bastet was a goddess of protection, a guardian and a nurturer. The sacrifice was simply one of service - and, apparently, virginity... a fact that made her feel even more ill at ease. She was, indeed, still a virgin, at least in purely technical terms, as was every woman in the room. And if this whole crazy thing worked like it was supposed to - if Sitkamose really did manage to awaken the goddess slumbering in the stone statue - none of them would leave the room as virgins.

As for exactly what that meant, both Sitkamose and her teachers had been fairly vague. It was, however, likely to be the main reason she'd managed to reach her current rank of 'Priestess' within the cult. They valued virgins - presumably because many of their GODS did. Hence, despite any number of things, she was there. The fact that she was a foreigner - still struggling with _modern_Egyptian, let alone the ancient tongue that the High Priestess Aspirants all had to master - was only one of the reasons why they might normally not have assigned her this duty. There were physical matters too, after all. She glanced down at the dull plastic of her artificial right leg. That, and the barely-visible burn-scars covering her upper body, were relics of an accident from her infancy - she could not even recall it. And while not all the girls who had entered the chamber with her had the same kind of supermodel-quality good looks as Sitkamose, she hadn't seen anyone else sporting roguish scars or prosthetic limbs, either.

While she once again asked herself what she was doing there, Sitkamose straightened up with a satisfied sound and pulled out a tiny copy of the 'Sistrum' held in the statue's hand from her belt. It was made from gleaming silver, and apparently fit neatly into an otherwise blank spot on the obelisk she'd been inspecting. As it sank into the stone, an undulating light of silver and gold spread in waves from it, lighting up the symbols of the obelisk before spreading through the rim of the five-sided dais that surrounded the granite throne and the statue upon it. One by one, the five obelisks lit up with the metallic light, and bright sparks began to burn at their tips. Julie gasped, feeling shivers of excitement run through her, and she could hear similar reactions from the other girls in the line. They'd all heard a lot about supernatural powers wielded by those blessed by the gods... but she'd never really been convinced. This light-show, however, was a powerful argument - and better yet was what came next.

The sparks of light flared at the tips of the five obelisks, and beams of painfully-bright energy shot from them to collide at the peak of the enthroned statue. Cracks of gold and silver light formed on the dull stone, spreading downwards in a rapidly-expanding network, covering the entire statue. Then, as the bright light died out, a feline hiss echoed through the chamber - and the figure on the throne shifted, shaking fragments of coarse stone from her skin and fur. Bastet, the cat-goddess of ancient Egypt, was stirring from her slumber, casting off the stone shell that had bound her for millenia. Underneath was a body of inhuman beauty - thin waist, broad hips and an impressive set of breasts, all (barely) contained by a tight dress of white cotton sewn with golden thread. The head was that of a cat with jet-black fur, and golden rings hung from the large, feline ears. A traditional 'broadcollar' necklace covered the point where the dark fur of her neck met the tanned skin below - thousands upon thousands of tiny beads, each made from precious metals or gemstones, radiating outwards in seven layers. The sheer beauty of the inhuman creature made the breath catch in Julie's throat.

Sitkamose felt the religious awe shake her body as she watched her goddess awaken. Finally, she had found a being worthy of her. Finally, she could definitively turn her back on those weak, ugly people she was forced to surround herself with every day. A truly superior being stood before her, and she could hardly wait to give herself over to it. Eagerly, she walked up unto the platform, pulling down the simple, white dress that did such a poor job of concealing her own beauty, and approached the throne to prostrate herself before it in the nude. Dropping to her knees, she groveled at the feet of the goddess, and waited to hear her voice.

"Hrmph... I awaken again... and already, mortals stand ready to worship me, I see. Speak, woman. What do you want?" The voice was sweet and melodic, but carried a tone of grouchiness. Sitkamose pushed herself deeper into the ground in response, squeezing her large, well-formed breasts flat against the stone. "I am but a Priestess, here to dedicate my life and my being unto you, oh mighty Bastet. My only desire is to serve you - as your High Priestess and God-Wife. I have brought sacrifices to your greatness as well - seven virgins, all ready to surrender their lives and virtues to you." An indecipherable grumbling was the only reply she got for a moment. Then a slender, long-fingered hand reached down to grab her cheek and lift her downcast head up.

She found herself briefly looking into a pair of unnatural, vertically-slitted feline eyes, before remembering herself and quickly averting her gaze. Bastet then sighed and, with a flick of her wrist, sent Sitkamose tumbling backwards with a sore neck. "No. No, you are entirely inappropriate. Beautiful, sure. A virgin, sure. But what I see in your spirit, mortal... I do not care for. I would not push you away from the duties of a simple priestess, but taking you as my God-Wife? That will never happen." Sitkamose reeled as she propped herself up on her elbows, looking up at the painfully beautiful goddess with tears streaming out of her eyes. A harsh glance, however, sent her scrambling back off the dais, even as Bastet pushed herself up from her throne and approached the line of priestesses with curious eyes.

Julie had no idea what was happening. Sitkamose and Bastet had talked, but the Ancient Egyptian tongue they'd used was still entirely alien to her. Considering the way Sitkamose had just landed flat on her ass, however, it probably wasn't good - and out the corner of her eyes, she could see some of the other girls flinching and looking around with panicky expressions. Those were the ones who had gotten decent marks in said Ancient Egyptian tongue, she knew. Still, they weren't actively FLEEING, which was a good sign. Probably. And so, she stood her ground as well, even as the inhumanly-tall and impossibly-beautiful cat-headed goddess stalked towards them with feline grace.

Bastet systematically moved down the line, starting from the right. She stopped in front of each girl, grabbed her by the back of the head, and tilted it backwards so that she could look down into the mortal's eyes. Then she would sigh, release her grip, and move on to the next. Julie, of course, was on the far end of the line, so she got to worry about what was going on and what would happen if the cat-headed giantess didn't like what she saw for longer than anyone else. Finally, however, it was her turn, and she found herself looking at the slender and extremely fit belly of a goddess, before feeling strong fingers entwining themselves in her hair, pulling it back and her gaze up.

She had expected green or maybe yellow eyes. Instead, they were deep blue, like clear forest lakes, and speckled with darker shades of azure. Combined with the vertical pupils, it created a very otherworldly and breathtaking sight. She found herself getting lost in those beautiful eyes, not even noticing as the feline mouth beneath crested in a smile. In fact, she didn't even pay attention to the agile hand hitching up her dress 'till it was mostly bunched around her waist. However, when she felt a pair of long fingers thrust into the slit between her legs, parting her outer labia, she DID snap out of it, and her own hands darted down to grip the intruding arm at the wrist, while she wrenched her gaze away from the bottomless eyes. "Hey! You're very hot, don't get me wrong, but you could at least gimme a kiss before you start fingering me..." The words came automatic and unbidden to her lips, bypassing the instructions of the Order's teachers about showing complete submission and deference before the gods, and she winced. Fortunately, there was no way an ancient goddess would understand American English... heck, she hadn't even though about speaking in modern-day Egyptian Arabic, like she'd learned during her stay with the Order!

Then she noticed the shocked gazes of the two or three other girls who she knew were familiar with Ancient Egyptian, and the bemused and confused looks of the others... and heard Bastet laughing in delight even as she pulled back her hand. "Yes... that is the spirit. I apologize if I... went a bit too fast for you, hrmm? I had to make sure you were truly a virgin." The beautiful, melodic voice was perfectly understandable, but it was still clear to her that Bastet hadn't suddenly started speaking English. Rather, SHE had apparently learned how to speak and understand Ancient Egyptian at some point during the last thirty seconds or so. Blinking in confusion, she remembered the sensation of sinking into the eyes of the goddess... that must have been when it happened, somehow. Apparently not all divine magic came with technicolor light and effects.

She got another demonstration of this as before her, Bastet began to shrink. Two feet of amazonian height disappeared in seconds, leaving the two of them on eye-level. Then, slowly and deliberately, with a twinkle in her eye, Bastet shrank another couple of inches, leaving her just a bit shorter. "You did not understand my earlier discussion with the one who calls herself Sitkamose, hrmm? I told her I would not take her as my God-Wife and High Priestess. She was not... appropriate. You, however... you, I like. I see strength in your mind. I see beauty in your heart. I see steel in your soul." The hand that had previously held her skull in an iron grip was now stretched forwards, palm up, in a gesture of invitation and supplication. "Will YOU be my God-Wife, my High Priestess, Julie?"

Her name sounded strange in the mouth of the goddess, the vocals twisted into a purr, carrying an accent that had not existed on Earth for a millennium. The message, however, was far more stunning, and Julie found herself looking over the now-shrunken Bastet with fresh eyes. Gorgeous. An avatar of feline grace. An ass to die for. (She had been watching it sway as the cat-woman had moved down the row of priestesses, letting it distract her from her nervousness.) She apparently hated Sitkamose, which was a plus in her book. Oh, and she was a literal goddess, a physical avatar of the concept of protection and safety. So there was that, too. When she'd fallen in with the Order of the Ancient Sands, she'd hoped her time there would help her find someone she wouldn't mind spending her life with. She just hadn't expected that someone to be a goddess. "Sure, why not?" An ecstatic smile creased her lips as she spoke those offhand, casual, life-changing words. She put her hand in Bastet's.

Laughing with glee, the cat-goddess grabbed her by the hand and pulled her up on the dais. She stopped briefly, then, to spare a glance for Sitkamose, who had tumbled off the platform and was now curled up against an obelisk. "I judged you unworthy to be my God-Wife, mortal - but you may still serve as my priestess, have you the desire. A place has just opened up amongst the sacrifices, I believe..." The voice was stern, carrying a very different and far colder timbre than when Bastet had spoken to Julie. The failed High Priestess Aspirant looked up with a gleam of hope in her eyes, quickly genuflected before her goddess, and then jumped to her feet and dashed over to occupy the space on the floor that Julie had just left.

Bastet continued to tug on her arm until they stood before the great granite throne. What with the recent shrinkage, it was far too big for either one of them, and the goddess gave it an annoyed glance. Then she looked around in the dusty interior of the tomb, with its rough stone walls and scattered piles of sand, and shook her head. "This will never do. Terrible atmosphere. Hrmph..." Reaching up a hand imperiously, she made a beckoning gesture - and the Sistrum, which she had left on one of the armrests of the throne, flew down to her waiting hand, shrinking down to her current proportions in midair.

Moving her hands and body in a strange, rhythmic dance (with much hip-swaying), Bastet let the strange instrument sound out. Soft, silvery jangles sounded from it as the metallic rods bisecting the hoop slid back and forth with every sharp jerk of her hand. The surrounding obelisks began to pulse in time with the beat until the dance ended with a crescendo of tinkling sounds, then exploded into blindingly-intense light. When Julie's vision cleared again, she saw the tomb transformed - where dust and darkness had once reigned, now rested divine opulence. Thickly-weaved tapestries covered the rough walls, soft rugs covered the floor and small braziers lined the edges of the chamber, spreading soft light from their oil-burning wicks. Large throw-pillows were piled everywhere, along with various pieces of ancient Egyptian furniture - recliners and couches, short tables laden with bowls of fruit and pitchers of wine, and one large, gilded bed covered in soft, luxurious furs, standing before the throne.

The other priestesses ooh'ed and aaah'ed at the sudden transformation of the room, though Julie had a hard time focusing on anything besides the bed. It was a breathtaking piece of craftsmanship, to be sure, with each side carved in the form of an impossibly long-backed cat, their feet making up the legs, and their heads and tails forming the bedposts. Any antiquarian or Egyptologist would've swooned at the sight. What concerned HER, however, was mainly the gorgeous, cat-headed woman sitting on the edge, coquettishly pulling off her dress.

Even as she undressed, however, Bastet spared a glance for the other priestesses, and shrugged. "I suppose I should give THEM something to do before I let myself get too... distracted. They came here to sacrifice themselves to me, after all. It would be rude to ignore them." She lifted her head and hissed loudly, the sound filling the room briefly before being absorbed by the pillows and rugs. Someone - or someTHING - had heard it, however, and a scratching, crumbling sound could be heard behind the thick tapestries. Then, sleek shadows emerged from around them, moving with perfect grace and perfect silence. Cats - HUGE cats, easily the size of lions, all jet-black.

"My Totemic Beasts..." Bastet introduced them, as she gestured towards the six priestesses (and one rejected High Priestess Aspirant) lined up before the dais. "Please them, and let them pleasure you. Give your virtues unto them. Fear not, they will be... as gentle as possible." The cats were still emerging, one elegant shadow after the next. There were more than a dozen of them, and regardless of gender, they were stalking towards the waiting priestesses with eager, predatory grins on their feline faces. With those matters apparently taken care of, Bastet then turned her attention entirely back on Julie, grinning eagerly up at her as she finished stripping off her dress - including the large necklace.

Feeling suddenly self-conscious, Julie followed suit and pulled off her simple cotton dress. She wore nothing underneath, as Bastet had discovered earlier - that had been part of her instructions for this ritual. She felt very aware of her dull plastic leg and the faint scars on her upper chest, but Bastet's eyes roamed freely up and down her curves, showing no signs of dislike. Pushing her uncertainties aside, she stepped forwards - and found herself immediately pulled down on the bed, two strong arms wrapped around her body as hungry lips found her mouth.

The kiss was intense. It wasn't exactly her first kiss, but the feline shape of the mouth - and the sharp fangs hiding behind the soft lips - made it a very novel experience nonetheless. A small, rough tongue was pushing into her own mouth, prodding and exploring, and she instinctively took up its challenge and returned the favor. The body underneath her reacted immediately, undulating and pushing up against her. Large, soft breasts rubbed against her own, rather more petite chest. A slender, athletic thigh rose between her legs, grinding against her pussy - and she eagerly moved against it, her desire rising with the heated kiss.

Dimly, Julie realized that, while Bastet's powerful hands were wrapped around her back, gripping her by the shoulder-blades and pulling her closer, her own hands were just sinking into the thick bed-furs. No need for that, she swiftly decided, and levered one arm in between their bodies. Reaching down, her question fingers traced the outline of her right thigh until they found what they had been searching for - a patch of wetness between her partner's legs. Eagerly, she dug in, pushing past the swollen labia, rubbing the moist surface within while pushing the heel of her hand against the area above. Short, well-manicured hairs tickled her palm, and she felt something small, hard and smooth against her skin. Bastet squeaked beneath her, a strangely mouse-like sound to hear from a cat, but from the tone it was clearly a statement of pleasure.

Bastet soon answered in kind, apparently concluding that now that they'd kissed (and indeed, still WERE kissing, quite vigorously), she was free to let her fingers go exploring as well. The knee that had been grinding against Julie's crotch was thus swiftly replaced by several probing digits, and they found a well-lubricated and highly receptive orifice waiting for them. She moaned into the feline mouth of her partner as she felt the slender fingers reach into her, tickling and massaging all of the most sensitive spots, displaying the kind of skill that centuries of experience could earn you. The movements of the two women - one mortal, one not - were becoming increasingly frenzied as their desires continued to rise, instinct chasing reason away for the moment.

Her blood rushing strong and hot through her veins, Julie suddenly pulled away from her partner, raising her body to look down at the cat-headed goddess beneath her. The deep-blue eyes were partially-closed and clouded with desire, while the mouth was hanging open as she panted, lines of drool matting her fur around the edges. Delivering one last kiss to the tiny, bright-pink nose in between, she then pushed herself back, breaking the contact between them altogether as she removed her hand from where it had been working. It was only a brief separation, however - she simply dropped back off the edge of the bed while simultaneously grasping Bastet's hips and pulling her to the edge as well.

The well-toned thighs instantly parted before her as she kneeled between them, showing the treasure at their center. A delicately-shaped slit, shiny lines of lubricating liquid running from its bottom to the ass-crack beneath, the outer labia fully-engorged and slightly parted even in the absence of her fingers. Above, the clit stood proud and erect, teased from its hood by the caress of her palm. Licking her lips, she dove in eagerly, covering the sweet-smelling pussy with her mouth. The taste was nothing short of delicious - sweet, yet fresh - and the juices were flowing liberally. Holding the bucking hips down with firm hands, she put her oral skills on full display, letting her tongue dance like never before. Every inch of sensitive flesh within the reach of her tongue would feel her caress.

The room was filled with the sounds of pleasure - had it not been for the muffling effect of the opulent decorations, it would have been quite deafening. From the edge of the dais, seven women were moaning in pleasure, their voices mixing with the shrieks and purrs of the cats - as well as various wet and slobbering noises. No-one was louder, however, than the goddess herself - no longer constrained by Julie's mouth, Bastet's moans and shrieks of pleasure rang out loud and clear. Her fingers dug into the furs as she spread her arms, scrunching up the soft material while keeping her legs spread far enough to qualify as a gymnast's split. Her head tossed and turned as the pleasure began to peak, and her shrieks and squeaks became both higher-pitched and interspersed with deep, rapid breaths.

Finally, as Julie's tongue lashed over her pussy and clit in a frenzy, she froze - her whole body stiffening as all her muscles locked up at once. Her jaws snapped shut, preventing more than a wheezing moan from emerging, while her eyes rolled back in her head. Julie felt a gush of sweet, sticky juices fill her mouth and wet her jaw, leaving her with no doubt that she'd just managed to bring Bastet off. Nonetheless, she kept going, strengthening and heightening the orgasm, until the vibrating tension of the goddess' muscles finally collapsed into purring softness. As she lifted her head from between the tanned, muscular thighs, she watched the heavy-breathing, cat-headed woman with a smile of satisfaction... and arousal. The way those large, heavy melons attached to her chest were undulating in time with the breathing was quite eye-catching... she wanted to play with them.

Licking her lips, she jumped into action, deciding to let her instincts guide her. Crawling up on the bed, she turned herself around and planted her rear end on top of Bastet's head, throwing a challenging glance down her back. "Your turn, love." Bending slightly at the waist, she gave the cat-eyed goddess a clear view of her own, dripping-wet pussy as she lowered it down. Almost instantly, a small, rough tongue lashed out to tease the sensitive tissue, and she moaned in pleasure before closing the rest of the distance. As with the fingering, Bastet had vast reams of experience to draw on in the fine art of cunnilingus, and she wasted no time applying it. Her feline tongue was smaller than a human's, but also rougher, allowing her to deliver powerful stimulation if used with care... or, y'know, in a lust-fueled frenzy.

Moaning in pleasure again, Julie felt the cold nose of her cat-headed lover press against the bottom of her pussy, even as the tongue and lips eagerly caressed the rest, and momentarily regretted her orientation. If she'd sat the other way around, it would've been touching her clit, granting her even greater pleasure... but, of course, she had reasons for sitting as she did, and both of them were bouncing merrily as Bastet shifted beneath her. Focusing on the soft curves of the hefty pair of breasts, she reached down and began to massage them, pinching the nipples, pulling at the soft tissue, molding and squeezing them.

As the pleasure in her pussy built, urged ever-higher by Bastet's busy tongue, her treatment of the soft and subtle tits became increasingly rough. Soon, she was mauling them more than massaging them, pulling hard on the nipples, letting her nails dig into the tissue around them, or roughly grabbing handfuls of breast-meat. This, meanwhile, seemed to prompt Bastet to step up HER game, and her slender fingers rose to grip both of Julie's buttocks from beneath, digging into the fleshy spheres and pulling her groin downwards harder. While the first eddies of an orgasm began to rise in her belly, Julie started to pull and squeeze on the breasts before her as if she was milking them, drawing muffled moans from beneath...

Finally, moaning through clenched teeth, she came - squeezing harshly on the handfuls of subtle breast she was holding on to for stability. The tongue between her legs kept up its work as she trembled in orgasm, just like hers had done before, and only stopped when the waves of blinding pleasure had stopped and she tumbled sideways off of Bastet's head to stare exhausted up at the ceiling and try to catch her breath. The ceiling, she noticed, had been changed along with the rest of the chamber - it was now covered in colorful paintings in the characteristic style of ancient Egypt, depicting the various gods... all engaged in perverse sexual acts, with mortals or each other, often while other mortals caroused with their Totemic Beasts nearby.

The sight did little to dull her desires - she certainly wasn't going to roll over and start snoring after one measly orgasm! Glancing sideways, she saw that Bastet was looking back at her with a lusty grin, clearly thinking the same thing. She also saw that she'd left some minor bruises and a nice pair of hand-prints on the breasts of the goddess - but apparently, to Bastet, that was less heresy and more foreplay. Looking past the heaving bosom, she could also see her fellow priestesses - and former superior, Sitkamose - fully engaged with the cats. Several were on all fours underneath feline bodies, but others were pleasing female cats with tongue and fingers... or strap-on dildos.

She blinked in confusion. "Strap-on dildos. Where the heck did THOSE come from?" She mumbled it out loud, but Bastet's sharp ears caught it and twitched. She sat up in bed with a grin, and looked down at the still-prone Julie. "Those toys? They came with the rest of the decorations. I did, after all, spruce this place up specifically for an orgy. Here, I brought in some just for us, too..." While Bastet jumped out of bed with catlike agility, Julie was able to confirm that there were, indeed, rows of mixed sex-toys lining the walls between the tapestries. She hadn't noticed them at a glance since they blended so nicely into the rest of the opulence...

Then she turned, following Bastet's enticingly-swaying rear end with her eyes... including the hypnotically-moving tail. She blinked again. Presumably, it had been there all along - a long, black cat's tail - but she'd been too hypnotized by the stuff beneath it to notice. Clearly, she wasn't at her most observant tonight. She could not, however, fail to pay attention to what was revealed as Bastet casually pulled a string and made the colorful curtain covering the front of the oversized granite throne behind them slide away. A wall of fine wood, decorated with gold filigree, and lined with a broad selection of sex-toys both simple and exotic.

There were several lines of 'normal' dildos - facsimiles of human cocks in various sizes and degrees of curvyness, crafted from a variety of materials. Gold, silver, bronze, and several ceramic ones covered in a broad selection of brightly-colored faience. Butt-plugs both triangular and round, in several materials, sizes and colors. Lines of anal beads, some of them obviously made from pearls or semi-precious gemstones. Several models of harnesses - made from leather or layered cotton - also hung from hooks, the buckles and rings linking them together usually made from gleaming silver or burnished bronze. There were also a selection of 'other' dildos, seemingly sculpted after the equipment of various animals... including, of course, several feline ones, their heads marked by muted barbs. And, on the far right side, a selection of implements that carried sexual overtones only by association with the rest of the wall; several small whips, a number of tiny metal clamps, manacles made from leather or fur-lined metal, coils of rope in several different thicknesses and qualities...

"Care to pick one? Go ahead, don't be shy... I want to see what you like." Purred Bastet. and somewhat hesitantly, Julie stood and walked over to the wall of toys. She glanced over at the goddess - a figure of worship and devotion - and saw her hand-marks still impressed on the full breasts, remembering the way the cat-tongue had worked while she made those marks. With a deep breath, she then grabbed a coil of rope. It was relatively thin and fine, gleaming white, probably made from horse-hair or something similar. Bastet lifted an eyebrow as she pulled it from the wall... then smiled enticingly and turned around, putting her hands together behind her back.

Needing no further encouragement, Julie flew into action. She'd never had a girlfriend she was close enough with to reveal her interests in rope-play and bondage in general before, but she'd watched and read a number of... instructional features about it. She knew what to do, and adapting that knowledge to Bastet's peculiarities wasn't hard. In minutes, she had the submissive goddess perched on her knees on the bed, hands tied to her own tail behind her back - thus keeping it high and out of the way - while lines of rope criss-crossed the rest of her body, pulled tight. Hexagons of rope surrounded the dangling breasts, making them stand out even more noticeably from her chest. Twin lines of it ran between her legs, knotted together at her taint before they spread further and joined the network covering her back - both making her pussy-mound stand out more sharply, and forcibly parting the buttocks above to show off the tiny, wrinkled brown hole between them.

She left Bastet like that for a while, moaning into the bed-furs, while she browsed the rest of the wall-o-toys for her next trick. Finally, she picked out a silver-hinged leather harness with fastenings for two toys on the inside as well as one on the outside, as well as a small, triangular butt-plug made from pink-tinted faience, and a large, 7-inches-long (human-type) ceramic dildo with a noticeable curve and a coating of purple faience. Crawling up on the bed, she reached over to pop the small plug into Bastet's mouth, commanding "Here - suck on this for a bit" while carefully attaching the long, purple dong to the front of the harness. Slurping sounds indicated that the goddess was following her order without a second thought, and once she had finished setting up the dildo, she retrieved the by-now well-lubricated toy without another word.

Slotting the plug into the rearmost point of the harness, she then slipped it on and moaned as the spit-slickened plug worked its way into her anus. Her enjoyment of anal play was one of the main reasons she'd managed to stay a virgin for as long as she had, and the feeling of the hard, smooth toy digging inside her ass was eminently enjoyable in her presently-aroused state of mind. Pulling the various straps taut, she found that the harness fit her well - and the strap running between her ass-cheeks ensured that the plug remained fully buried inside her tightly-clenching ass. Standing proudly from the front, meanwhile, was the curvy purple dildo - still waiting for a tight orifice to call its own.

It didn't have to wait long, however. Positioning herself behind the trussed-up cat-goddess, Julie steered the smooth, purple instrument towards her drooling pussy, pushing forwards to part the eager labia with the broad cockhead. A familiar squeak greeted the action, turning into a drawn-out moan as she pushed deeper - embedding the entire tool in one smooth movement. The harness shifted as she ground the base of the dildo - with its lovingly-sculpted pair of purple balls - against the slick orifice, drawing louder moans as the fake scrotum teased Bastet's clit... and making her bite her lip with pleasure as the attached butt-plug shifted inside of her, and the empty fastening in the front teased her own, still-virgin pussy.

With a firm grip on Bastet's broad hips, she began to thrust forcefully, bouncing her groin off of the muscular ass in front of her on every insertion. The cat-goddess moaned and shifted in her bonds, the tip of her tail thrashing above her back. Gradually, Julie quickened the pace, adjusting her movements to follow the curve of the ceramic cock, enabling her to deliver fast, smooth and powerful thrusts. The growing volume of Bastet's cries of pleasure spurred her on, as did the stimulation of the butt-plug and the leather grinding into her crotch - nowhere near enough to get her off, but enough to keep the fires of desire burning hot as she continued to violently fuck the cat-goddess.

She kept going until she felt Bastet going stiff as a board before her again, a by-now recognizable sign that she'd reached those dizzying peaks of orgasmic pleasure. The lithe woman strained against her bonds, making the rope creak, and pushed her groin hard back against Julie - who had stopped moving the moment the orgasm hit. She was simply holding steady with the full length of her strap-on buried inside the soft folds of Bastet's snatch, simulating the way a man might stop moving as he came. Then, once the moment had passed and the trussed-up goddess had once again collapsed into a limp, heavily-breathing pile, she pulled out altogether.

Not that she was planning to stop, of course. She just needed to do a bit of prep-work. Backing up a bit, she lowered her face to the exposed groin before her, nostrils vibrating as they picked up the unmistakable scent of female arousal, along with a sharp odor that was most likely that of a lady-cat in heat. Her target was the tiny, dark-brown hole beneath the tail, and without hesitation, she let her tongue dart from her mouth to prod and massage it. Working carefully, she relaxed the sphincter with her tongue, lubricating it with her spit at the same time, until she felt it begin to open before her. With one last lick, covering the entire area in a shiny coat of saliva, she pushed herself back up on her knees and aimed her strap-on at its new target.

Even with the foreplay, the tight ring of the sphincter did not relent easily. Clearly, Bastet did not often explore that particular avenue of pleasure. But with insistent prodding, the taut ring opened before the rock-hard head of the artificial cock, eliciting a drawn-out moan from the recipient. As she pushed more of the smooth, well-lubricated shaft inside, she had to lean further forwards to get the right angle - ultimately covering the curvaceous cat-girl with her own body entirely as she sank into the tight asshole to the hilt. The position made the long, powerful thrusts she'd used before impossible, but she made the best of it - flexing her hips in short, sharp movements that sent waves of powerful sensation all the way up through her tied-up partner's body. She also took advantage of her head's position to start caressing the triangular, cat-like ears crowning the dark-furred head before her, nipping on their edges and sucking on their tips, prompting fresh squeaks from their owner as this often-ignored erogenous zone was teased and stimulated.

Bastet, it seemed, was not the type who could reach an orgasm from purely anal stimulation. As such, the long, hard ass-fucking, combined with the various other minor stimulations Julie could inflict with her roaming lips and hands, merely kept her in a state of enormously heightened but ultimately unreleased arousal. Julie herself, of course, was in the same boat - just more so, having been in that state while fucking Bastet to a climax earlier as well. But she was handling it significantly better than the tightly-bound goddess, whose shrieks of pleasure were by now interspersed with half-choked entreaties for release.

Ignoring both the pleas and her own mounting desires, she continued to thrust until her hips and thighs were burning from the exertion, and her feline partner had been reduced to a twitching, blubbering mess. Then, with a grunt, she pushed herself upright again, and reached down between their joined bodies to unfasten the strap-on's front attachment. Now loose, the curved dildo was thus left embedded in Bastet's ass right up to the purple balls, while Julie pulled away and began to strip off the harness itself, hissing in pleasure as the small, pink butt-plug slid out in the process. The cat-goddess groaned and shivered, her ass pumping in the air as if inviting further thrusts, but she ignored both it and the pulsating, juice-dripping pussy beneath as she turned around and ran her eyes over the toy-board again.

She picked out a new dildo from there - a long, thick replica of a feline cock, gleaming golden in the light of the braziers - and crawled back unto the bed, positioning herself in front of the still tied-up Bastet's head with her legs spread. "You want me to get you off? Then YOU better get ME off first... the sooner you're done, the sooner you'll get what you want." Julie grinned mischievously down at Bastet, making no move to loosen the ropes - instead, she just licked the tip of the golden dildo seductively. The deep-blue eyes with the vertical pupils returned her gaze, and though they were clouded with lust, they quickly focused hungrily on the display in front of them. Still bound by the ropes, Bastet wormed her way forwards, sliding across the bed-furs on her shoulders and breasts while her ass - capped by the purple base of the dildo stuck deep inside her - swayed through the air. Once she'd closed the distance, she did not hesitate to thrust her face into the dripping snatch...

Julie squirmed as she felt the rough tongue dive into her pussy, lapping up the juices that had been overflowing since she put on the strap-on harness. The movements were different than before - less polished, more wild - the inhuman skill had been replaced with crazed hunger. Bastet lapped away at her pussy as if it was a bowl of cream, and she'd been starved for a week. Not that she stopped there - after a few minutes of the intensely pleasurable treatment, the juice-stained muzzle began to roam. The coarse tongue tickled her outer and inner labia, pulled her clit from its hood to apply stimulation rough enough to make her wince, and finally found its way lower. Her asshole was still somewhat puffy and twitchy after the removal of the pink plug earlier, and Bastet's tongue seized on this opening with gusto - caressing the sphincter itself, before pushing inside to dance around.

The sensation made her jump slightly, drawing in a hissing breath between her teeth. Had Bastet deduced that she was sensitive to anal stimulation, based on her earlier use of the plug? Or was she simply too lust-crazed by now to care? Either way, she could only throw her head back and moan as every second of the perverse treatment pushed her closer to her climax. Finally, she could endure no more - the unreleased orgasm was burning like a tiny sun in her abdomen. Reaching down, she unceremoniously grabbed Bastet's head, and pulled it up and forwards - burying her muzzle in the hot, wet canyon of her pussy, pushing against it, rubbing her clit against that cold, wet nose just like she'd thought about earlier...

Aided by the eagerly-lashing tongue, she finally reached the long-awaited climax, arching her back sharply as she moaned towards the ceiling. Her hands were still grasping Bastet's head, pulling it even harder forwards as her arms shook with orgasmic exertion. She held it there, encased in her shapely thighs, nose grinding against her pelvis, for several minutes as she trembled her way through a monumental climax - long enough that she would normally have been worried about accidentally smothering her partner. One more thing she didn't have to worry about, what with bedding a goddess and all.

When the orgasm finally released its grip on her, she fell flat on the bed for several seconds, struggling to regain her breath as she once again stared up at the ceiling's perverted decorations. She knew she couldn't allow herself to rest for long, though. Already, Bastet - her head now freed from the juicy embrace of her thighs and pussy - was starting to make urgent, squeaky noises of wordless desire. With a groan, she pushed herself upright again and grabbed the golden dildo from where it had fallen during her orgasmic frenzy, then pushed herself around the bound goddess to the groin area. Rolling Bastet halfway over - so that she was perched on her side - she lifted one of the long, shapely legs into the air and rested it on her shoulder, giving her a free view of an extremely eager-looking pussy. Wet lines of pussy-juice had stained the inside of both thighs, and a sizable wet spot had soaked into the furs beneath as well... all emerging from between a pair of swollen labia that seemed to be opening of their own accord as she looked at them, not so much inviting her in as begging for attention.

So, of course, she gave it to them. The cold metal of the large feline dildo parted the fleshy folds easily, slipping inside the well-lubricated hole with hardly a trace of friction. She pushed it in right to the base, making the outer ring of the orifice stretch around the gradually-thickening shaft, and didn't stop until she'd bottomed out - leaving only the equally-gilded scrotum outside for her to hold on to. Then she started to pound - roughly ripping the hard, metallic shaft out, only to drive it back inside again with unrestrained force, pouring the violent assault into the tender hole as fast and hard as her arms would allow. Tightly-bound and with her legs held wide open, Bastet could only mewl and squeak as the forceful stimulation shook her body, making her flat belly ripple with she sheer energy of it.

Between the long, curved toy still buried in her ass and the vigorous dildo-fucking being applied to her pussy, it didn't take long before Bastet once again stiffened in a muscle-wrenching orgasm. Julie could feel it, both in the way the leg slung over her shoulder was hardening with tightly-knotted muscles, and in the slightly-increased friction of the tightened pussy she was pounding. She carried on regardless, however, eager to repay the cat-goddess for her earlier orgasm, smiling as she listened to the screams of pleasure her lover was putting out. The purple ballsack poised between Bastet's firm, muscular buttocks twitched visibly, reminding her that having something so long and unyieldingly hard stuck inside while your ass reflexively tried to clench as you came, added a whole 'nother dimension of painful pleasure to the experience.

However, even when Bastet's body again relaxed into a breathy, post-orgasmic glow, she carried on - holding nothing back and maintaining the potent pace. She'd been missing most of her right leg for as long as she could remember, and as a result, she was used to relying on her arms to support herself. The arm currently driving the golden dildo into Bastet's pussy thus had far greater strength and stamina than one would have expected from a not-terribly-athletic girl of her age - and she was applying every ounce of it now. By the time her arm finally began to give out from the exertion, she'd pushed Bastet screaming and moaning through two more orgasms, practically forcing them from her.

Finally, however, she sat back on her legs - one real, the other numb and artificial, and panted for a bit, rubbing the burning muscles of her arm. It took her a minute to recover, but she had that and to spare - Bastet was still lost in the aftershocks of the three earth-shattering orgasms, panting and making little squeaking noises while occasionally flexing her hips as if seeking fresh sources of pleasure. Grinning down at the exceptionally cute and helpless-looking goddess, she flexed her fingers and started to undo the ropes she'd bound all around her body, rolling her eyes slightly when the first thing the cat-woman did with her freed hands was reach down between her legs to rub her sore, well-used pussy.

She let her luxuriate in the afterglow for a while, however, while looking around for - and finding - the leather harness she'd discarded earlier. It still had the small butt-plug attached, though nothing else. With a glance back at Bastet's prone body, she attached the golden dildo she'd just finished using on her to the front. It looked rather intimidating there, dangling heavily from the leather straps and gleaming in the light of the braziers. Then she reached behind herself and, almost without looking, grabbed the base of the purple dildo that had been left lodged up Bastet's butt for a while, now. Pulling it out elicited a drawn-out moan loaded with resurging lust, and she grinned again as she fitted the toy into the remaining internal slot of the harness. Normally, she reflected, both it and the butt-plug would require a good cleaning before any further use, to avoid the chance of spreading some sort of nasty infection... but she rather doubted that a goddess was troubled by such petty details.

Bastet stirred from her pleasure-trance as Julie attached the harness to her, sliding the long, curvy dildo into the freshly-fucked pussy and slotting the butt-plug into place as well, both actions resulting in little twitches and moans. She carefully tightened all the straps, leaving the golden cat-cock standing up straight from the center, and then finally rolled over on her back with a sigh. Her thighs, hips and arms were all exhausted. The contact-point between what remained of her right leg and the prosthesis was sore and achy from all the stress she'd put on it earlier, particularly when she'd mounted Bastet from behind. All in all, she was just about out of fuel.

Craning her neck, she looked back at the edge of the dais, where her sister priestesses had engaged Bastet's Totemic Beasts. They, like herself, had clearly worked themselves into exhaustion - the enthusiastic, energetic displays of desire she'd seen before had faded away, and by now most of the women were just draped over some convenient couch or pile of pillows, passively letting one of the giant cats pound away at their rear holes. Only a couple even had enough energy left to continue tonguing the still-lusty female cats, Sitkamose amongst them. Indeed, the rejected High Priestess was the only woman left there who still displayed some level of energy, her head darting around as she alternated between licking a lady-cat's pussy and darting her tongue into the puckered sphincter above. She seemed powered less by any kind of biological energy than by a fanatical drive to prove herself to the goddess that discarded her. Well, at least she was dedicated, Julie reflected as she tiredly relaxed her neck and looked away.

Beside her, Bastet had finally recovered fully, and propped herself up on her arms to glance first down at the golden cock currently strapped to her groin, and then down at her with a lifted eyebrow. She grinned up at the quizzical cat-face, shifting her body a bit to spread her legs further. "Sorry, love, but I'm a bit burned out by now. Time for you to do the hard work for once, if you don't mind. I mean, I came here with the expectation of sacrificing my virginity to you, and I really think it's about time we get down to business..." Bastet's little pink tongue flicked out to lick her lips as they creased into a broad, lusty grin. "Ah, yes... well, I can hardly turn down such a gracious gift, can I?"

With a quick movement, she was on top of the prone Julie, covering the petite body with her own curvaceous one. Needless to say, she was showing no signs of fatigue, her slender, muscular arms holding her up easily as she shifted her hips into position. Julie felt the metallic tip of the strap-on dildo slide down her slit and shivered slightly. It wasn't from the cold - in fact, the metal still seemed to retain some of the heat it had picked up while rampaging through Bastet's body - but rather from anticipation. She'd enjoyed anal penetration before, and reached many an orgasm through the deft manipulation of her clit and the outer reaches of her pussy - whether by her own fingers, or the tongues of past lovers. But she still had never felt what it was like to have something long, hard, smooth and hot slide into her pussy to kiss her womb. That, at long last, was about to change.

Her labia parted before the cone-shaped head, tiny bumps meant to invoke the barbs lining the head of a real cat's tool stimulating the outer reaches of her pussy delightfully. Then it pushed further, deeper, stretching and then tearing the thin flap of permeable skin that was her cheery. If there was any pain, she didn't notice it - she just arched her back a bit and moaned as the sensation of thick, hot hardness moved deeper inside her. Bastet leaned into her, sliding the full length of the slick toy inside in one long, slow, gentle movement, not stopping until the golden base of the toy - marked by a carefully-sculpted scrotum - rested against her fever-hot flesh. Deep inside, just as she had anticipated, she could feel the very tip resting against her cervix, pushing lightly against it as Bastet ground their hips together.

However, once Bastet had ascertained that there was, indeed, enough space for the rather large dildo inside her lover's until-recently virgin pussy, the 'slow' and 'gentle' bits evaporated - leaving only the 'long movements'. Flexing her whole body, she began to jerk her hips back and forth with inhuman speed and power, backed by an effectively infinite supply of stamina. Following Julie's own example, she eschewed 'gentle lovemaking' in favor of a fast, furious and downright violent strap-on fucking. Pleasure flowed from her battered pussy in waves as the thrusts poured into it, making her shiver and convulse beneath the assault...

But even as she spread her legs wider, eagerly inviting Bastet to continue the pounding, she found that she was not satisfied with being merely a passive recipient. The endorphins now flooding her brain as her first truly vaginal orgasm began to build, pushed her fatigue and the pain in her aching muscles aside, and her arms rose from where they had been twitching on the bed-furs. With renewed strength, she embraced the furiously fucking, cat-headed woman above her, nails digging into the goddess' unprotected back as she pulled her closer, vocally urging her to go faster, harder, deeper.

Her demands were silenced by a forceful, passionate kiss - one even more animated than their first. Both of them were breathing hard, hot air emerging from the corners of their mouths in explosive little blasts as their tongues intertwined, wrestled, and caressed each other. Bastet, however, soon broke the kiss and instead let her mouth wander wider, taking advantage of her highly flexible spine to reach far and wide. She nipped at earlobes and planted light, sharp-fanged kisses on neck and shoulder, teeth marking but never breaking the skin. She sucked and bit at the tiny, pebble-hard nipples crowning the petite breasts. She licked a trace around the collarbone and upper chest, caressing the faint burn-scars covering the area with her tongue. And through it all, she never paused or slowed the constant, bone-shaking thrusting of her hips.

Julie came, again and again, orgasms hitting her in such rapid succession that she could not hope to count them - there was basically no way to tell where one left off and the next began. Her back arched far enough to lift it well off the furs, but Bastet doggedly kept up with the movements, bending her own body to keep up so that she could continue dancing around every erogenous zone in her upper body with that tiny, rough tongue, the sharp, yet carefully-controlled fangs, and the soft, juicy lips. Then, a tickling, furry sensation began to tease and tickle her sensitive sphincter, adding yet another point of pleasure to her exhausted body - Bastet's tail, she realized, curving down between them to add its own feather-light touch to the festivities.

Her eyelids fluttered as her back began to sink back to the surface of the bed. The nails that had been digging into Bastet's back hard enough to draw blood lost their grip, and her arms fell back down to her sides. She was still cumming repeatedly, but she had no breath left to scream with, no energy to fuel convulsions of pleasure. She could only shiver and moan as Bastet once again demonstrated the advantages of a thousand years' worth of experience - this time in a field where SHE had no prior experience raising her tolerance. Looking up through eyes clouded with equal parts desire and fatigue, she could see her lover's catlike face hovering above her, grimacing in pleasure - apparently, the dildo and plug attached to the inside of the harness were doing their part as the powerful pace made them shift and vibrate.

The squeals and moans emerging steadily from the fang-lined mouth before her paused, and instead, the luscious lips labored to shape breathy but nonetheless understandable words. "You... are mine... now and forever... as I am yours. My Love, my Priestess, my God-Wife..." The words were strangely familiar to her, and even as climax after climax continued to blast her tired mind, it sought to make a connection. Something she'd learned with the Order. Some kind of ritual. Call and response. Normally, she'd never have remembered such an obscure detail - it was not as if she'd expected to have to take the position of High Priestess herself, after all - but as her mind teetered between awareness and unconsciousness, the memory emerged. "Always... My Goddess, My Wife, My Love..." Then, with one last shuddering orgasm, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, pursued by impossibly erotic dreams.

The tomb was darker when she woke up. She had no idea how long she'd slept - nor was there any easy way to find out, what with there being neither natural light nor any modern time-pieces in the tomb. She could, however, tell that a lot had changed. The opulence that had covered the bare walls of the chamber was all gone - the braziers, the wall-hangings, the carpets, the furniture, everything but the large, golden bed she was lying on. The now-bare walls were lined with gaping holes where she knew obsidian plates had once concealed the nooks in which the feline Totemic Beasts had slept. One of said beasts remained, curled up at the foot of the bed - but the rest were gone, as were the other priestesses.

Looking around, she spotted Bastet - not a particularly difficult feat, either, considering that the goddess had returned to her original size - a towering giant sitting on an immense throne of granite, looking down at her with an affectionate smile on her feline face. Her long, slender fingers were playing with something, twirling it around and around in a casual, thoughtless kind of way... something that looked like... a leg? Immediately, her eyes darted down to her own legs, and she blinked in stunned confusion. Her old artificial leg - a cheaply-made thing of plastic and aluminum- was indeed gone... but in its place was a slender, black leg terminating in a paw. A cat-leg, apparently carved from ebony or some similarly dark type of wood, and attached to her thigh with straps of dark-tinted leather and buckles of gilded metal.

"You like it? I made it, just for you. A gift for my new High Priestess. This thing you were wearing was... entirely unsuitable for someone of your magnitude." Bastet grinned down at her, and Julie struggled not to grimace. The leg was extremely beautiful and elegant - a work of art that would not be out of place in a museum. But compared to her old one, it was... not terribly practical. Solid wood terminating in a paw far smaller than her remaining foot? It was little better than a pirate's peg-leg in terms of usability. However, when she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and put them on the ground, her tune changed in a split second. She could feel the floor, cold and dusty, against her bare feet. Both of them.

Experimentally, she pushed herself up, expecting it to be difficult to balance on the proportionally tiny cat's paw at the end of the leg. It wasn't. The wooden leg shifted easily and instinctively to support her weight, as if it was a part of her. And she could feel it. "Magic?" she whispered, hypnotized by the miraculous-seeming leg. Bastet chuckled. "You can call it that, if you like. A bit of my power, basically. As good as the leg you were born with in some ways - better than it in others. As long as you are wearing it, you will find yourself able to run, jump, climb and kick with the very best of them. Now, THAT is a leg worthy of a goddess' wife..."

Still staring down at the leg, Julie suddenly noticed something else different. There was a mark on her chest - right above and between her petite breasts, on top of the spot where her heart was rapidly beating in excitement over her gift. The patch of burned skin had the shape of a cat's paw. The mark of the goddess. The mark of their union. Their attachment. She looked back up at Bastet, tears in her eyes, and saw them reflected in the deep, dark-blue gaze that met her. "I... have to go now. I can't stay here, on this plane, for long. Honestly, I'm already pushing it. I already sent my pets on ahead, along with the priestesses... they'll serve in my palace for a while - probably a lot to be done there, if I've slept for as long as I suspect."

The goddess averted her eyes and glanced around at the rapidly-dimming glow of the surrounding obelisks. "Don't worry... we'll meet again. You're my High Priestess now, after all. Once you become comfortable with your new power, you'll be able to call on me with a ritual. Don't worry about disturbing me or whatever, just... call on me whenever you want to, okay? Oh, and in the meantime, I'm leaving one of my kittens with you. To keep you company, and protect you if it comes to that." Julie nodded quickly, glancing over at the (giant) slumbering cat before returning her eyes to Bastet. "Sure... don't worry, I'll get that ritual figured out in no time. So... I won't say goodbye. Just... see you soon. Right?" With a final, wistful grin, Bastet nodded. "Indeed, my beloved Julie... see you soon." Then she lifted the metallic instrument, the Sistrum, that she'd been holding in her right hand like a scepter, and shook it once. With a flash of light and a metallic clash, she disappeared - and the bed along with her.

Blinking her eyes to clear them, Julie looked around again. The chamber was decidedly murky now, lid only by a handful of partially-extinguished torches scattered near the entrance. On the seat of the empty granite throne before her laid a discarded leg, a simple thing of plastic and metal that had served its purpose. A yawning meow behind her alerted her to the fact that the perfectly-normally-sized black cat that had been sleeping on the floor not far from her feet had awakened, and was now stretching in that characteristic, feline way. Smiling gently, she reached down and picked it up, cradling it to her breast as she took off - dashing out the chamber and up the tunnel, her legs moving her at an easy sprint while the smile on her face gradually morphed into a fierce grin of primal joy.

END - BASTET IS FREE