Temples of Aphrodisia (Open)

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“The desires of the flesh are not to be shunned and hidden, but rather embraced and cherished.” Ethan Paige’s melodic baritone filled the amphitheater washing over the awestruck onlookers. “The Temple of Aphrodisia is a place to embrace those urges and desires and transform your Earthly coil into a vessel for a new liberated soul.”

Ethan “Pervert” Paige, that’s what his peers had called him back in Crossacre Nebraska. Perv, Pervy, Pervatron, oh how creative they’d been in their ruthless ridiculing him back then. Nobody called him names anymore, they called him Sir, Lord or Master. Ethan had moved on after leaving that po-dunk shit-hole and gone on to found the Temples of Aphrodisia, the fastest growing religion in years. Detroit had been the first Temple of Aphrodisia, it was easy enough to conceal among the derlique slums of the South-West side, and it was the perfect place to begin his dream after he graduated from Michigan.

The ridicule of the others had driven him, molded him, made him something worse than what they said he was. He majored in psychology and human-sexuality, studying various cults, religions and dogma in his “spare time”. His sharp mind and newly acquired knowledge made it easy to influence a select few to join him.

“Come children of the flesh, receive your holy sacrament and live blessed!” Ethan looked somewhat terrifying as he loomed over the huddled mass of bodies, clad only in a long heavy black cloak and cowl.

The cloak Ethan wore was open and he wore nothing underneath, being lit from below as he was he looked like some arcane monolith, protecting the holy secrets of his Dogma. At his feet two women clung to his robes, whimpering and moaning as he spoke. These “priestesses” wore similar robes, only theirs were silk and blood red colored.

The “sacrament” of which Ethan spoke emerged from under the altar in the form of a small crystal vial filled with a viscous red liquid. The crowd of naked disciples below huddled even closer as the vial came into view, their nude bodies already writhing together as one living mass of flesh.

The vial contained Ethan’s own unique drug cocktail, and arguably the main reason these Temples of Aphrodisia had spread so quickly. Ethan’s room-mate in college had been a chemist, and after graduating he had been commissioned to create a hallucinogenic aphrodisiac, strong enough to make level headed people into addicts after one experience.

Lyle (the chemist) created this fluid for Ethan using GHB, LSD, Ecstasy, Acid and the active ingredient in mushrooms to create a hybrid date-rape, mind-fuck cocktail. Just a drop would transport the user to another world, where their eyes created glorious spectacles and every sensation of pleasure was magnified immensely.

Lyle and Ethan had both become very rich men through marketing their cult. Addiction to the “Holy Aphrodisiac” would bring people back time and time again, allowing Ethan to brainwash eager young junkies with his unique religion.

Once members of the “flock” became fully engrossed in their web of illusion and blind faith, they would commit themselves and all of their possessions to the Temple, forsaking their Earthly goods, finances and belongings. These Disciples would live at the Temple and seek advancement to priesthood through their work at spreading the word of Aphrodisia.

It was easy to see how this religion had spread its influence beyond its humble beginnings in Detroit to have Temples in Sao Paulo, Brazil; London, England and Osaka, Japan. Devouring more money, property and influence along the way.

The throng of minions before Ethan was now crowding around and beginning to sweat in their ceremonial orgy. Each of Ethan’s disciples would step forward to receive a drop of the “Holy Aphrodisiac” on their tongue and then plunge themselves into the rolling, writhing ball of flesh and sex. Inhibitions forgotten and minds clouded, the mass heaved and writhed with a hedonistic and reckless intensity.

The Priestesses at Ethan’s feet gratefully lapped up several drops of the elixir from his generous and rapidly hardening shaft. Ethan then indulged in a few drops for himself as he let his head roll back and a sigh escape him.

The next conquest for Ethan would be his ultimate redemption: opening a Temple in his hometown of Crossacre. He would make slaves of the same people who had mocked him years ago for being different, for being sexually aware.

Deep down there was something even greater than vengeance that drove Ethan to this next move… The lingering thought, the lasting desire, the silent hope that perhaps She would still be there.

"Sunrise video, how can I help you." The monotone blurt of words came from Mina's mouth as she twirled the gum from her lips and around her finger, leaning against the counter with the phone cradled against her shoulder and ear. She really didn't care anymore. This place had a smell of mildew and rotting creatures; dead mice in the walls, she figured.

"Yeah, do you- heehee- do you have any pooorrrnnn?"

Mina rolled her eyes. The same 10 year old kid from the last two hours. The little shit seemed to think the word porn was absolutely hysterical. Normally she would just hang up on him... but this time, she decided to have a little fun with him. "Sure do, baby. What you lookin' for, 2 on 1, 1 on 1, or a whole group thing? We have some really scary german stuff, too. I've never seen anyone do that with a pepsi c-"

Before she could finish, the kid hung up. She grinned, hanging up herself. She had figured that would freak him out. Hopefully he'd stop calling from that one. Turning around, she took a glance at the monitors to make sure that no one was trying to steal the actual videos she had been describing. Nope, only thing happening in there was a couple trying to go at it. Blushing a bit, she turned off the monitor. She'd let them have some privacy. At least someone was getting some action around this damn town anymore.

“Another couple of DAYS?!?!?” Ethan shouted into his sleek, compact, satellite phone. “I’m paying you six goddamn figures to have that fucking building ready YESTERDAY! I don’t give a damn what the electrical system looks like, you need to make it work… Go fuck yourself tomorrow at the earliest! …Listen you bastard, I don’t need much, just a space and a room with bunks, that’s IT! We’ll light it with torches if we fucking have to, just make it work. I’ll be landing in Lincoln soon, so I have to go. I’ll be in Crossacre 3 hours after that, and it better be ready by then… No! No excuses!”

Ethan hung up aggressively and tossed the phone to the other side of the luxurious cabin of his private jet. His designer sunglasses his the rage that burned in his green eyes.

“Good help is so hard to find.” He sighed down at the half naked woman clinging to his pant-leg expectantly.

Ethan ran his fingers back through his silky blonde hair, a ding signifying the need for seatbelts. Doing as the newly illuminated sign instructed, Ethan strapped himself in for landing while the woman at his feet clung to his leg.

The instructions he’d left for the contractor had been very specific and yet very simple. ‘Open space’ Ethan had told him, ‘Nothing in the Temple should distract from the bodies within it, they are the source of our strength and the focus of our faith.’

Now that inbred, hillbilly, dirt-farming moron had the audacity to complain about the electrical circuits in the building they had bought? Pathetic.

The screech of landing gear shook Ethan free of his outrage. Lincoln, Nebraska: a shit-hole town in its own right, was the closest place he could land his jet to Crossacre. Lyle better have booked that limo that Ethan had requested. 4 hours in a taxi was the last thing Ethan’s nerves needed.

Ethan had taken her out of the world of what she thought was boring, there
was much more. She had become his priestess she was the first victim and she was hidden so Ethan couldn't see, she heard how upset he was, but when he said "Hard to find good help these days" She came out. "Is it now?"
Anna said finally as she exposed herself seeing the woman on the floor she smirked some, once she was like that girl but now she was more free.

"Its been a while Ethan"

Ethan's angry face softened slightly as Anna revealed herself, seeming to appear out of thin air. Anna was one of his first converts, maybe the first, Ethan wasn't sure. Those early days in Detroit all ran together on Ethan a bit: drugs, sex, poverty and stress. Without girls like Anna none of this would have been possible.

Anna had this way about her, it put women at ease and worked men into a frenzy. She was a true diamond in the ruff, homeless when Ethan found her. She went on to be the spearhead for the Detriot temple's recruiting process.

"Well, well, if it isn't Priestess Anna." Ethan mused.

Anna seemed as though she were about to reply but the jet's landing gear bounced yet again on the runway causing her to stumble slightly.

"You ought to have a seat." Ethan smirked, indicating his lap.

Ethan then pulled his trademark crystal vial out of his designer coat, waiving it seductively.

Anna smiled as she walked over to him and sat down in his lap, looking at him seeing what he had for her. "What do you have there hmm?" She said softly gazing "You will have to remind me what that does again, oh where has my
mind gone?" Anna laughed some teasing him only, looking into his eyes she leaned in, her back against his front, sighing a little bit she felt like everything was perfect in the world.

Ethan licked his lips slowly as one hand caressed Anna’s hip gently. She knew damn well what was in this vial, he knew it and so did she. Her willpower must have been improving to want to play games at a time like this. The compliant little addict at his feet was nearly in a frenzy at the sight of his vial. Ethan had to switch back into his “Preacher” persona to answer her.

“Why this vial contains the lubricant to your salvation my child.” He said, his hand slowly creeping up her skirt. “This red elixir holds the capability to bring your soul to the forefront and allow you to feel with your heart not your mind. This sacred sacrament will pave the road to rapture. It is the key to the kingdom of true and uninhibited pleasure.”

Ethan granted the desperate slave-junky at his feet a drop onto her tongue which she gladly accepted, caressing his balls gently through his slacks in appreciation. Ethan then took a few drops for himself before offering the small crystal spike to Anna, a generous red drop clinging to the tip, begging to be accepted.

Anna smiled she couldn't resist, she had will power but did as he asked. "My sweet friend, ive had will power for a long time, but I like you enough to let you do what ever you want with me" Anna grinned as she allowed the red drip to drop on her tongue, she was able to taste the liquid that all loved, closing her eyes the drop went on her tongue then went down in her mouth and into her stomach, she smiled some. She wasn't as bad as the girl on the floor, she couldn't stand it and yet Anna didn't allow to conquer her mind, body and soul.

Ethan’s pupils dilated and he let out a sigh as the elixir made its way into his bloodstream. Suddenly it was as if every cell in his body was tingling, the feel of Anna on his lap and the girl clutching at his leg both became intensified.

Ethan trailed his lips gently along Anna’s neck, allowing his hands to slowly creep up her thighs. His mind was whirling and his eyes were warping the cabin of the taxiing jet. Nothing was as it had been before the strong drug had taken hold of him.

Anna smiled feeling his lips on her neck, her groans heard as she felt herself being taken by the drug herself. "Take Me" She moaned she hadn't been with a man in the longest time. Doing other things came first but now everything seemed perfect looking back she smiled seeing him. She enjoyed the feel of his hands on her legs sighing happily.

Ethan smirked, his fingers coming together to pinch her clit, wiggling it slightly. The idea of taking her right here on the floor of his jet appealed to him greatly but by now the plane's taxiing had come to an end and the sound of a portable staircase bumping against the side of the plane drove those aspirations out of the realm of possability.

"Not right now love..." Ethan smirked, still toying her clit through her panties driving her mad. "If you're good I might let you suck me in the limo."

Ethan was content to just toy with Anna now, afterall she had stowed herself away on his plane in an attempt to catch him off guard, now he was going to return the favor by tormenting her with "cock-deprivation".

At least for now.

She laughed some as she stood up feeling they had stopped, she sighed a bit seeing the woman on the ground out like a light, it was to much for her. The drug ran through her system but she didn't let it control her, she grinned some. "Oh really now, im always good you know that" She winked at him lovingly.

Ethan stood up and walked toward the door, which a crew member had opened for them. After stepping over the girl on the floor unceremoniously he took Anna’s hand in his own but her skin felt so good against his own that he wrapped his arms around her, clinging to her, trusting her more than his own vision.

Lyle had been true to his word, the black stretch limo was waiting right there on the runway. Ethan guided Anna down the steps slowly, his hands exploring her flesh all the while.

Even the leather seats of the limo felt like heaven. The air-conditioned and tinting shaded interior of the limo seemed the perfect place to ride out the remainder of his trip. All he needed now was a glass of the champagne that was on ice on the other side of the limo, stimulating music and his lovely companion Anna.

Crossacre would never even know what hit it.

Anna smiled feeling his skin against hers once inside the limo she sat across from him as she poured some champagne and offered him a glass, she was like a mind reader, she knew what he liked and when.
She was never after the drug he gave her and everyone else, it was because she fell in Love with him that she does this all the time.
She smiled as she felt the limo take off and she sighed a bit, grinning to herself as she ran her fingers down her legs, enjoying the cool feel.

She sighed, tempted to run her hand through her hair once more, but she didn't. The weekend was closing in, thank God. Not that she didn't love teaching, but there were times when loving what she did really hurt. She had a few hour's worth of papers to grade, a syllabus to check, and her next week's lessons to plan. Great way to start the weekend.... She really needed some tea. And she knew just where to go to get some.

As she stepped over to her car, pulling her keys out, a flash of light caught her eye. When she looked up, there drove a limo, all nice and looking like it just got polished. That's strange... I didn't know any celebrities lived up here.... "Huh....don't see those around..."

With a shrug, she dropped her things into her passenger side door, slamming the door behind her. Making her way to her side, she slipped into her comfortable, if used, car and started the engine as she buckled in. With a smile on her face, she drove out of the parking lot, heading toward the only nice coffee shop in town, already anticipating their hot, excellent brew for the next few hours.

Ethan drank champagne eagerly. The taste was more vibrant, the bubbles more exciting, and the feeling so much greater when on the drug. The entire inside of the limo seemed to be full of sparkling fragrant champagne.

Swimming across the moving car, Ethan slid his hand up Anna's skirt. Her skin was so much softer, her touch so much more inviting, her scent so much sweeter. Ethan slid the backs of his fingertips up her sex through her panties. His tonge sliding over her neck.

People were already peeking inside the tinted windows as they approached the small unassuming town.

She moaned feeling what he was doing to her a smile on her face sighing happily closing her eyes she was very happy. Running her hand down the side of his face. "Mmm its been such a long time since you touched me" She kept herself only for him no one else had slept with her. "Ive kept myself only for you"

Nobody touched her but him. Ethan looked up adoringly at Anna, his hand sliding her panties to the side and two curious fingers gently probing her. She felt warm, warm and inviting...

Anna looked something like the "Virgin Mary" to Ethan through his champagne hallucenation. That's who Anna was to this faith. He knew that she loved him, but what was greater was that she loved the faith. She was one of the first genuine believers and was integral in the spreading of those beliefs... His beliefs.

Ethan plunged his face between her legs, spreading her sex as she had his faith. His tongue probing at her insides, striving to pull more of him inside. He seemed to want to climb in. To want to force himself back into a virginal mother and deliver himself as the Savior...

For now he had to be content lapping at Anna's insides, tasting her honey over his champagne sparkling tongue.

She smiled happily looking into his eyes for a moment and sighed a bit closing her eyes she groaned "Oh Ethan...." She placed her hand behind his, looking down at him feeling his warmth against hers, feeling him want her, his tongue darting in her depth moving her hips into him a little bit.

Ethan sucked on Anna's clit eagerly, his tongue jabbing at at periodically. He drove his tongue back into her pussy again eagerly. He quickly tired of this however and lunged at her to kiss her lips deeply.

She smiled happily moaning his name as she moved her hips into him, her breathing turning into panting a smile on her face.