The Temple of Sappho--Part Two

For the next month, Lori revelled in her role as one of Sappho's acolytes. She posed and postured as a model of lust for the worshippers. But, all the while, her own sexual desires were quenched only through the powers of the transforming implant.

On the one-month anniversary of her installation of an acolyte, she was greeted by High Priestess Sharon on arriving at the Temple. Dressed in an elegant black gown with a trailing scarf and matching long gloves, the high one advised, "Don't bother vesting for the service, Lori. You will have a new role as tonight." She looked her feminized son in the eyes and said, "Sleep, Lori, and serve Sappho."

Once again, Lori's mind went into a blank darkness, as the implant impressed new thoughts and ideas upon her:

The second greatest honor a devotee of Sappho can achieve is to act as the virgin sacrifice in the annual rite of orgy. This honor shall be yours this year. You will be secured to the Temple alter, prepared to use your oral skills to bring everyone of the worshippers to a massive orgasm. You shall thus give up your lesbian virginity to the divine Sappho by honoring her devotees.

But, as before, while your own arousal will grow with every pussy and clit presented to you, with every pair of hands that playfully teases the nipples of your lovely jugs, you will remain unfulfilled. The moans, sighs, and writhings of your partners alone will bring you pleasure.

"Awake, Lori, and serve Sappho!" The beautiful blonde found herself posed once again at the altar, now on her knees in a worshipful pose. Her only garments were a lacy matching set of bra and panties in spotless white. The bra pushed her 36D tits together for an enticing cleavage, with her erect nipples clearly visible. The panties could not hide the bulge of her remaining male equipment, a revelation the simultaneously thrilled and shamed her. A glowing gem, matching those worn as earrings by the priestesses of Sappho, sat in her navel at her narrow, curving waist.

The lights were dim in the Temple, the only bright spot the halo that emphasized Lori's virginal paleness. She could not see the faces of each of the worshippers as they approached her and brought their crotches to her lips. Each time, the scent of the devotee's arousal would trigger the appropriate response in Lori, as she opened her mouth and sucked and licked until the woman collapsed in a heap of passion, only to be replaced by the next in line.

In the background, Lori could hear the orgy continuing, as the worshippers paired off with each other to assist in further devotion to Sappho. Lori sacrificed her mouth's virginity to more than thirty sacred pussies until finally the last stood before her. She recognized the scent as that of the High Priestess herself, her mother, Sharon.

"Come, Lori, and serve Sappho," her mother commanded, permitting Lori to experience orgasm through lesbian lust for the first time...but the last time in a male manner. It was nearly time for her final rite of transformation.

*****

"Awake, Lori, and serve Sappho." For the first time since her feminization, Lori could not recall the moment when her mother had placed her in the implant-induced trance. But she knew something new and wonderful had been programmed within her.

The Temple was dark. Not even the light upon the altar glowed. She heard a footfall behind her and turned. A light flashed on at the entrance to the priestesses' robing room. The High Priestess stood in its glare, dressed not in the usual gowns of the Temple's leaders, but in the secret outfit of the dominatrix aspect of Sappho. It was a skin-tight black patent leather dress, its hem ending a scandalous eight inches above her knees. She wore matching gloves and pumps with six-inch heels. Around her neck was a collar as well...it bore a jewel that matched her earrings.

"You have heard of this ritual from the others, I am sure," she said to Lori. "This is the ordination, the naming of a new priestess. In it, you will be initiated into the most secret rites of our order, allowed to experience at last the delight of feminine love as the receiver rather than the giver. But, in your case, there must be one first, additional ceremony."

Sharon pointed to the altar. "Sit, spread and serve Sappho!" she ordered. Unable to disobey this command, Lori sat in the indicated place and spread her knees wide, so wide that the short skirt of her white tunic revealed the male organs at her panty-less crotch. She shuddered to imagine what this new ceremony might be...although she knew what the ultimate result must be, for her to become a priestess.

"Erect to serve Sappho!" The High Priestess ordered, and Lori's cock rose to the occasion. She heard a collective gasp from the darkness. So, the priestesses, acolytes and worshippers are here, she thought, present to see my final transformation and ordination.

"Cock and balls to pussy and clit," the High Priestess intoned, and Lori felt a strange sensation at her crotch. She looked down past her impressive boobs and was amazed. Her organs began to shrink, to grow as small as a child's...and then even smaller. They seemed to be absorbed into her body...and then change yet again. A slit and lips developed, with a noticeable "bump" at the appropriate place, a bump she felt to be extremely sensitive and aroused. Yes, she thought, this is it--I am fully a woman now! Ready to be a priestess of Sappho alongside my wonderful mother!

Two of the acolytes came forward and carefully removed her tunic. Another pair stepped forward with a shining gown of purple latex and eased her into it. The spaghetti straps held the thin material over her braless tits, so that the erect nipples could be seen through it. On her wrists they placed the gold bands that marked her position as direct descendant of the High Priestess, destined to one day take her place as the leader of Sappho's worshippers. And to her ears they attached the most precious of adornments, the gems that told all she was a priestess, a figure of awe with a direct connection to the lesbian goddess.

"It is time to fulfill the ceremony of ordination," the High Priestess said. Kneeling before her daughter, she raised the skirt of Lori's gown and moved her mouth close to the still uncovered crotch. "Priestess Lori, servant of Sappho, I give you the divine one's greatest gift, bestowing upon you the blessings of Sappho and her passions. I do this in person, indicating that this gift is the highest honor one worshipper can give another."

With that, she buried her face in Lori's newly feminine privates. As the collected worshippers, acolytes and priestesses of Sappho fingered themselves, she brought Lori to her first fully feminine orgasm, feeling the new priestess's hands at the back of her head, forcing her tighter and tighter against Lori's pussy and clit.

Alone in the light of the altar, the mother and daughter collapsed in a frenzy of divine passion, joined forever as members of the Temple of Sappho.

THE END