Re-Ascencion Through Ritual Submission
The day destroyed whatever strength remained in my legs and rubbed my poor little openings so ragged they would not stop aching anymore, and the following night ruined all hope of us ever completing my dumb little challenge.
By day, Nararu took advantage of our offer to be sperm sinks. Bowls piled up. We tried to eat as much as we could. I gulped down thick loads all day long and begged them to force-feed me when I had no strength to stand (which they did soooo happily (like holy tits, they got really into that hand-feeding kink)).
Fingers kept shovering their white stink into my mouth. Their palms sealed my lips and nose, choking me until I swallowed. I couldn’t take it sometimes and broke down like a little bitch, whining and coughing it out through my nose, but the Nararu learned to treat me like a subby little toy and ignored my pleas for mercy.
Still, all that that effort amounted to was my bloated tummy growing a little chub of fat, and my tits, ass, and thighs thickening. We never finished. Honestly, we had no hope!
Both Snaps and Shadada had grown squishier as well, as daily rape-and-cum diet slowly robbed our bodies of all hints of the powerful women we were, and moulded us into squishy breeding dolls. Except, of course, my miracle blue-balled our sperm-hungry wombs and prevented that pregnancy from taking root no matter how deeply they scoured our uterus with cum.
By night, oof…
Um, like…
Yeah, well, dream and reality kinda got fuzzy there for a bit. Forgot sometimes I wasn’t a Nararu myself and wondered where my girl-dick disappeared. There were some… stories? Lessons? In the nightly sex torments, but honest to ass this goddess did not have enough braincells to think that out.
All I knew was how to glug-glug on cock and sperm. Day and night. How to huff and moan and breathe in air that stank of sex and sperm and beg them to pound me dumber than I already was.
Kinda lost the plot and the plan. It seemed impossible to get free and gosh I loved the feeling of waking up used and shackled and to find our minds and bodies fattened and broken into cum-pets.
We were doomed. And maybe that’s what attracted them.
The first Nararu to approach me on the matter did so in the few lost hours between ancestral dream-rape and daily labor as a fuck-slave. She had teal and pink patterns on her back, bluish hair decorated with jungle flowers, and big shy lizard eyes on a cute face. But unlike most of her tribe, her curves were athletic and amazonian.
She helped me up onto her lap and hand-fed me some breakfast. Cum. Yum. I worshipped every drop off of the fingers slowly fucking my mouth, my brain lost in submissive ecstasy from overstimulation and sleep deprivation.
“Curious, subby-slave-friend. You showed another friend what it feels.”
I did, huh? Guess I did. “Mmmnngh,” I moaned in answer, locking my lips around the retreating fingers and treating them like they were a cock. “Cock?”
“Cock later. First answer curiosity.”
I grumbled, but okay.
“Why subby-slave-friends like it so much? What is so much fun about chains and slavery and force cum eating? Why not just have fun with friends when horny.”
My subby divinite tingled and for a moment I saw the world through my eyes of god, rather than my mortal lust. I saw her flushed cheeks. I felt her hard cock and eager holes, all drenched and hot. I saw marks of clumsy self bondage on her wrists. I sensed her desires to be where I was and made to become a free use slut. She was a subby degenerate, but she was afraid.
“What if you never eat it all. What if you’re left like that forever?” she asked, as aroused by the idea as I was.
She flinched as I raised my godly gaze. Her soul was bare before me. She wrestled with that same fear I had before my reincarnation, the dread of losing her fate and herself if she were to truly indulge her lust for pleasure and bondage. She feared that someone she disliked might do unto her something she disliked, or a fate worse than death befell her.
“I am goddess Ion,” I told her. “You wanna be like me, a slut who throws herself at the mercy of others?”
“Ngh…” She fidgeted, struggling to push down her erection. “I… A little sometimes maybe? I would…”
“Tell me.”
“There’s this plant in the jungles, the flower that spurts out sticky stuff that makes like rubbery shiny second skin. Sometimes I try it on. It’s tight. I coat full body and can’t switch color anymore and am just all wrapped up in shiny tight coat, all covered up but all on display and so vulnerable. It’s very very nice.”
“Agreed, it’s awesome. Love it.”
“S-slave friend goddess likes it too?!”
“Duh, latex is the basics. Totally great for making you feel like a little slave. Go on.”
“T-then! There’s tendril flowers. They sometimes, maybe you know this slave-goddess, but they sometimes grab you by the foot and try to drag you in and pollinate you. I thought, what if, maybe if I put on protective shiny skinsuit and hang myself over a flower with rope or chain?”
“Sounds hot.” I was curious-horny now.
The huge sexy slab of girl muscle made a hecking cute nervous face. “It is?”
“Yeah. Look.” I shuffled onto my back and spread my legs, showing her my puffed up wet pussy.
Her cock twitched, her face flushed deep red, and she let out a small moan, but not because she wanted me.
“You wanna be what I am, where I am.”
“But, what if…”
“You get stuck and want out.”
She nodded.
“Like this.” I squirmed a little, bringing both of our attention to my bindings.
Somehow, her cock got even harder.
“Then pray to me.”
“B-but you’re stuck!”
“I dunno. Am I?”
“You are though!”
“Nuh-yup.” I chuckled.
“You can’t drink it all. Your tummy is full, I can see. You have no hope.”
“Yeah, but also nu-uh.”
“So you are stuck.”
“Nnyes.”
She looked confused.
“I’m a goddess. Miracles are what I do. Subby slutty miracles, specifically. You wanna be where I am, live true to your inner slut? Pray.”
“Uh. Um, how do I… pray to you?” She looked down at me, still on my back, my pussy spread.
I arched my back a little and posed my lewd body for her benefit, struggling against the cuffs enough to remind her of my bondage, tilting my neck to feel the thick unyielding iron collar choke me. “Ahn… however you like.”
“I… um, I promised cock?”
“But you’d rather take it.”
She nodded.
“Do what feels right,” I whispered, already seeing the thought in her head.
“But what if–”
“Nobody’s judging.”
“And if–”
“They’ll like you anyway. I promise.”
“Or–”
“They’ll let you free, if I don’t.”
A shudder ran through the Nararu. My first Nararu. I already knew her name, it resonated with my divine soul, but I asked nonetheless.
“Meeko,” she said.
“Meeko, come. Honor your goddess by joining her. There’s plenty of shackles left over there.”
The three of us watched my first faithful walk over to the shackle chest, her cock wobbling deliciously. She found a big collar, and, in the early morning light, beneath the curious eyes of her tribesmates, she slid it on with a click. The canopy stirred. She moaned.
“A big girl like you, you probably want a little extra,” said Shadada.
“Quite. She’d look good in ropes,” said Snaps.
“This ritual is about shackles. You can teach them rope later,” said my elf.
Snaps clicked her tongue.
Meeko, after moments of aroused hesitation, locked her collar to the chain leashing me to the ritual stone. “Ahh… with goddess.”
“Good girl. Now arms.”
She picked out big shackles, brought her wrists behind her back and slipped them on. Click, click. The horny Nararu tried her bondage and found it locked nice and tight. Submissive pleasure rushed on her face. She panted and cast a fleeting glance at something in the chest, so quick that I only caught it through my connection to her as my faithful.
“You want that on?” I asked.
“Y- but…”
“Aww, come here. Girls, you need to help me with my newest follower. She’s too hard.”
Shadada laughed. “Oh no, poor thing.”
Meeko backed her bound body up against the stone pillar, while we crawled over to kneel before her cock. I accepted the tip and sucked it in. Shadada and snaps snuggled into the tight space beneath the amazonian girl’s thighs, breast-to-breast and legs intertwined; they began adoring the girl’s pussy and anus with their tongues and faces.
The cock hardened inside my throat, choking me against my collar. The girly muscles above me clenched and the bound gecko-girl screamed her pleasures out in high-pitched whines and broken moans with zero inhibitions. My elf and pirate got slimy and hot between her legs, grunting and whimpering as the muscular thighs crushed them against each other, and her weight sat on top of them.
Gosh, she came hard. Her tail yanked me by hair and horns and shoved my nose into her pubic mound just as her bulged with a load and shot everything inside me.
She kept me there, and I served my cute little-big worshiper’s cock throughout her many spasmic aftergasms. Wet slurpy moans muffled by ass and thigh told me my girls did the same to her holes.
By the end all four of us were sticky and panting.
Many other Nararu had gathered and ogled the spectacle with strange curiosity. I knew Meeko would get instant hard-on from the bondage exhibitionism the moment she came to, so I acted fast to fulfill the request that had warranted a blow-job.
I wobbled over to the shackle chest and picked up a chastity cage. Her limp slimy dick slid inside the steel easily, drawing a startled whimper from the Nararu.
“Ahh… nnngh… Meeko’s cock.”
“It’s trapped now,” I assured her, and locked her in.
She looked cute with it, an adorable muscle-girl whose big girl-meat was now shackled into a tiny little glorified clit beneath metal. It struggled to harden inside the cage, sending my new worshipper into a downward spiral of pained gasps and moans.
“Meeko is breedable now!”
“Very breedable,” I agreed.
“Angh… they might…” She looked up and saw the other Nararu. “Meeko is…” Her arms began struggling against the shackles. She rolled and writhed on the ground, eyes darting between the cocks faster and faster. “Meeko… A–”
Her legs tensed straight and body shivered as she creamed herself inside that tiny cock-cage from sheer submissive embarrassment.
I felt a heady rush of second-hand shame-pleasure and something more divine. A touch of divine power flavored in Meeko’s juices, pleasured anguish, and subby headspace.
The village fell upon us then, in that politely ravenous hornyness. The Nararu kept coming up with new ways of stuffing us with spunk, kissing it deep into our throats with their long tongues, plugging our asses between fucks with rubbery toys they’d made from those sticky latex-spitting flowers, and generally taking their role as our cum-stuffers seriously.
It was still too much.
Bred by day, raped by night, we had no hope.
Until, the next morning, three more tribals approached, pleading for me teach them the secrets of cumdumpstery life. We milked one last orgasm from their girldicks, before chaining them up and caging them. More joined the following day.
And lo’ as was foreseen by yours truly, the great goddess of subby degeneracy – ME – a true miracle descended upon the sexy little tribe and my words came true.
With the small (totally not actually meaningful) help of a few (about thirty or so) Nararu faithfuls, we kept the bowls of cum empty for three consecutive days and begged for more, and my divinity sparked anew.
***
Ancestral spirits growled in the woods. The village stayed up that night, curious eyes watching us from the trees, the shaman among them.
A figure stepped out from the night, a ghostly ancestral spirit the size of a bear.
I was out of it, nearly dazed, overwhelmed by the changes in my body and mind. Our bodies glistened with fresh trails of saliva after gathering in a squirming pit of horny bound subs to lick off any cum off of each other. A thick taste lingered in my brain. My pussy and anus gaped a little, the latter twitching around the thick plug they left inside each night. My figure had grown a little more luscious, with comfy softness in the belly and a bit extra in the tits and hips.
My apostles and followers whimpered with exhaustion, already assuming obedient postures in hopes that it would make their nightly sessions gentler. Their deepest horny wishes echoed against my divine soul in a chaos of arousal.
“Ahh, again?”
“When will it stop?”
“No more.”
“Please, too rough, I want kisses instead.”
“I wish the choking one comes for me tonight.”
“Could still lick more cum.”
“Pin me down, I wanna be helpless.”
“More restraints. More, wrap me up someone.”
“Make me feel owned, I wanna be someone’s.”
“I’m a little free-use slut, ahhh, everyone’s looking~”
“Stuff my throat. Make me choke against this collar.”
“Free-use me! Yay! Free-use-fun!”
“Fuck my friend against me, make me watch!”
“Fuck me against my friend, she too cute.”
“More spanks and pain. Tailpulls!”
“I wanna beg, look, look!”
And more, most of it non-verbal, abstract concepts of arousal, specific scenes, kinks, sensations and wishes of sensations, a flood of thoughts turned into prayers by the earnest wish of their thinkers – their desire for there to be someone who looks after them. Someone who enables their dirtiest fantasies. Someone who rearranges fate for their lewd benefit.
When I breathed in, I smelled every scent of sex. My head swooned beneath the thoughts of over thirty souls, and my body tingled to near orgasm from the projected sensations of their bondage, arousal, and submission. My perception changed, the world melting before my eyes as nascent divinity coalescend from scattered concepts into me, and all that I’d known to be true finally became visible.
Space was meaningless. I saw yearnings overlapping the souls connected to me, playing out in crowded amalgamations of desires and scenarios that they wished for, that did not yet know they wished, and ones that they could never know.
Time was meaningless. I saw fate run its course and where it led my precious souls, endings bad and good, all things pleasure and pain that their lifetime would know.
Causality unraveled. I saw the little things unnameable in language and unfathomable in mortal mind that governed what was and would be, the palace where fates met. I tugged here, and helped give Meeko a future where she lived her best life obeying my bizarre future rituals as the grand shamaness of the village. I nudged there, and the proud tribal Nararu girl whose unknown best life was to be the loved sex-pet of an all girl elf adventuring party on the other side of the world, would meet them after four years of wild sexploration. I did not engrave future in stone, merely granted each girl the chance to discover their unwished futures.
I exhaled. No time had passed. Fucked dumb for days, I did not have the brain-power to consciously and completely understand what I’d done, or how, or the consequences. I knew I’d nudged the fates of my believers and that alone made me grin.
“Haha! Behold! I am ascended!” I declared, wobbling upright. Juices and saliva dripped from my pussy, the plug slipped out from my poor anus, and my arms remained bound at my back. Nonetheless, I faced the approaching ancestor with smugness only a subby deity like myself can achieve.
“You, ghost of past desire, bow before the goddess and I will teach you the pleasures of submission.”
She grabbed my face in one huge claw, thrust me against the ground, and made me beg for mercy all night long.
In the morning, via some weird happenstance (that one might call a miracle), our collars and shackles came undone. What’s more, someone discovered a skeleton-key so the Nararu could enjoy their bondage items anytime they like without risking permanent captivity. Naturally, I declared this to be my divine gift to them.
There was some celebration as the Nararu accepted me as their goddess, the Silly Horny Wannabe-slavegirl Who Tames Night, was to be my official name in their records, which ehh… well it’s fine I guess.
As with cum-feeding, they turned out to be a people of great lewd initiative, for after falling asleep at the feast I woke up nude, hanging from some ancient stone crane-contraption, overlooking writhing tendrils and slime rising from a vast crater like some unholy purple-pink lake in middle of the deep jungle.
“Nghh… whah?” My head throbbed. Had I been drugged? My wrists were bound above my head with rope and there was weird tribal bodypaint all over me, directing the eye to my breasts and girly bits.
Shadada and Snaps hung beside me, still unconscious. White swirls decorated their bodies.
“All praise the slave goddess Ion, descended upon us in mortal avatar to tame the Spirit of Hunger!” shouted the mommy dommy shamaness. “Here she proves her divinity to all of the tribes, or is forever lost as the Great Spirit’s seedbed!”
“Nooo! Hold on! Shit, shit, shit!” my shouts startled a few Naruru. The shamaness blinked. I started fighting against my bindings. “Hey, hold on, I’ve gotta establish a divine realm as a save-point before you toss us in!”