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Filename: worshipp.txt
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story_codes: M/g(8), first, semi-cons, cons

story_intro: Elise's world is largely drab and boring with her only escape coming in the form of books. But when she receives a mysterious note, she finds herself in an entirely new and fantastic setting that eventually leads to something she never imagined.


story_language: English




Worshipped

Written by madvlad


	Kaede sighed in satisfaction as he put the last of his tools away. His day's work was done and everything was now in perfect order once again. He looked around his orderly workshop and heard it.

	The silence.

	And the accusations and shame that hid behind it.

	When he had first come to America, he had a brilliant career and a charming wife. Along with a few dozen engineers and administrators, they had begun a "Little Tokyo" in the Midwestern town where the company's new plant was built. All was well for a year before it happened.

	She was a colleague's daughter, eleven years old. And she told about what she and Kaede had done together. Kaede did not deny it for honor would not allow him to lie, even under these lurid circumstances. His wife had left him, returning to Kyoto, and his small expatriate community shunned him. Only the girl's two younger sisters had remained true to him, never letting their secrets with Kaede pass through their lips.

	In hindsight, Kaede realized he never should have gotten involved with the oldest girl. She was too old to begin such a relationship and didn't understand the magic of secrets that younger children did. Even seven years later, he never heard a hint that the younger girls ever spoke about their time with him.

	That was the key. Once the secret was planted in a young, pure soul, it was safe forever.

	Kaede never returned home. To face his family would be unbearable and wherever he went, he would carry the scarlet brand of his actions.

	Seeking penance in solitude, he moved to a new city in the Unites States and took work as a building maintenance man in an apartment building. He had a small apartment in the basement, next to the workshop, utility room and two storage rooms. He was always quick in response to maintenance issues and thorough in his work. At the end of the day after pleasant exchanges with residents, he returned to his basement dwelling in solitude.

	Aside from his daily routine, he had no path in life, no purpose. That was until the day he saw her. She tried to hide behind her drab appearance, but he saw her inner radiance and knew he had gained a new destiny. With revitalized energy, he took to the task of preparation.

	The two storage rooms were severely disorganized and Kaede had never bothered to change anything once he had learned where things were kept. But now he efficiently had moved nearly everything to one room and the remainder to the ventilation room where more modern HVAC equipment was considerably smaller and had created more room for shelves. Now he had an empty room to create the fantasy.

	In the quiet of his workshop, Kaede heard the angry and disappointed voices of his past fade. Now he was alone with his purpose.

	Elise clomped up the apartment steps with four other foster siblings after they returned from school. In total, there were eight foster kids in the Dolmans' apartment which meant it was always noisy. As much as she tried to bury herself in her current book, the chaos in the apartment would intervene.

	Elise loved books. From within the pages, the eight year-old would be transported into whatever world she was reading about. She craved the escape from her dreary, everyday world.

	Mr. and Mrs. Dolman weren't bad people at all. They just believed in having as many kids as possible from the state system to help and to house. Every dollar they got from the state went toward the kids but still there was only so much they could afford. Elise had heard both good and scary stories about some other foster homes.

	Her only other home had been when she first entered the Children's Services network as the age of six. It had been a nice enough home in a middle class neighborhood. The couple seemed okay but for some reason the husband always had a reason to come into the bathroom while Elise was in the tub. There was another foster daughter there, an older one he often spent time with in private. Then one day Elise was taken away while the other girl went somewhere else for counselling. A week later, she was at the Dolman's.

	Elise's clothing hung a little loosely on her thin frame. She would love to be dressed up in something fantastic, but that had to remain in her daydreams. But Mrs. Dolman always made sure whatever she wore was properly cleaned. For efficiency's sake, her long blonde hair was tied in a ponytail after being brushed out every morning by one of the older girls. Elise loved braids, but they took too much time if the small army of foster children were to catch their buses to elementary and middle school on time.

	The two boys with her barged noisily into the apartment. On their heels were the two other girls and then Elise, slowly bringing up the rear as she usually did. As she closed the door, another girl, one who went to middle school and arrived home earlier, called her name.

	"Hey, Elise!" she yelled. "You got a letter!"

	"Oooh! A love letter," a nine year-old boy hooted, making kissing noises.

	Elise took the envelope and peered at it curiously. There was only her first name on the front, written in graceful calligraphy. The paper inside matched the envelope - thick and parchment-like in a cream color. On the paper was an odd message in the same calligraphy.

	"In the place where Edlritch did dwell

	Is a room to make your fantasies swell

	Tomorrow for you, it will await

	With Annie's number upon its gate"


	Elise's blue eyes widened at the riddle. Eldritch and Annie were characters from two different books she read during the summer. In late morning, she liked to take a sandwich to the courtyard and read at one of the picnic tables. But someone knew her well enough to know these books had been her companions.

	Eldritch was an elf who lived in the dungeons of an old, abandoned castle, but she didn't know of any dungeons. But at times when she accompanied Mrs. Dolman to the basement to help with laundry, the place kind of reminded her of one.

	Annie's number was easy - that was her favorite, four. Annie was really good at solving mysteries and was a really good detective in her small town.

	Slipping out of the apartment was easy to do with kids running all around and Elise went to the basement. Partly down the hall, she found a door numbered 4. When she twisted the knob, she found it locked. Then she remembered the note had mentioned "tomorrow". That was Saturday. She shivered with excitement and bounded back upstairs in a much quicker and louder pace than she usually did.

	From behind the barely cracked open door, Kaede watched Elise leave. Of course he had noticed what she was reading and had reviewed several books before he could come up with a suitable riddle. It had taken hours of reading before he came up with his simple poem but he had wanted it to be perfect for the girl. Tomorrow, she could live a fantasy while bringing his to life.

	It was only after Elise left Saturday morning did her comment sink in to Mrs. Dolman.

	"I'll be at a friend's all day."

	Elise didn't have many friends, the woman mused. It wasn't that she was a problem - far from it. But being quiet and bookish meant she didn't make friends easily. Mrs. Dolman shrugged and continued her cleaning, silently congratulating Elise on her social breakthrough.

	Elise had never been in the old storeroom before but now it was gaily decorated like a room in a dollhouse. Set on the table was a tea set and platters of little cakes. Off to the side was another table with various dolls and stuffed animals.

	At the other end of the room was another table with an odd-looking dress. It was metallic pink with plenty of ruffles, sort of reminding Elise of Victorian dresses she had seen pictures of with a dash of something futuristic in the texture and colors.  Next to it and some other clothing was a note on the same paper and with the same handwriting.

	"For these clothes to transform
You must remove all of the norm."

	Elise thought she understood until she saw the white silk underpants with a tiny red bow in front. She gulped. Her mystery person really did mean 'all'. She looked around, checking for a place where someone might be hiding and spy on her while she undressed. But she was alone.

	Kaede turned away from the monitor as Elise removed her clothing, offering the girl her privacy although the hidden cameras would record everything. It felt unclean to spy on her while she was naked. Eventually, he would know her that way in person, but until then he would leave the girl her modesty.

	Elise slipped into the silk panties. They hugged her rump and crotch most intimately, making her squirm. It felt very good, although in her innocence she didn't know why. Next were the stockings. She thought they might be too big for her and the first one slid up past her knee and ended at mid-thigh. She liked the feel of it encasing her leg as she regarded the wide, pink and white horizontal stripes and immediately donned its twin on her other leg. Then came the dress which she tugged into place.

	Never had she worn anything so pretty. The ruffled skirt was rather short and had it not been for her high stockings, most of her thighs would have been revealed. As it was, she could catch flashes of her panties as she twirled in front of the mirror. But this was so exotic that she didn't mind, not here in this mysterious and wonderful room. She wondered if it was magic; her own special place in her drab existence.

	Sitting at the table, she poured some tea and found it to be very sweet. Putting a cake on her plate, she tried to eat it daintily but wound up wolfing it down after a few small initial nibbles. She ate another cake and drank more tea, giggling as she drained the cup.

	Kaede watched her on his monitor. Already, the drugs in the tea were having an effect as he observed her laughter. The tea was only lightly laced to let the girl lose her inhibitions and fully enjoy her time. He wanted her to be fully aware of her joy as she was going to be his path to salvation; to get it right and make his being whole once more.

	As she was playing with the dolls and stuffed animals, acting out the stories her imagination often concocted after a good book, she wondered if she was a little too old for some of them. But she wasn't, really, and she laughed at the idea. Then she laughed some more. She was laughing a lot as she merrily played, never minding the hours that slipped by.

	As she danced about or sometimes crawled on the floor, Kaede could see the silk-covered treasures beneath her dress. Her bottom swelled tightly from the back her thighs and the luxurious material displayed her rounded labia and the cleft they formed. More than once, he found his hand rubbing his crotch before he jerked it away. No, he wouldn't do this today. Or any other day until he and his angel were one.

	It was late afternoon when the lights dimmed in the room. Elise looked around, confused. A rustle at the door caught her attention as a cream-colored sheet of paper slipped under it. She rushed to the door, flinging it pen to peer out but the hallway was empty. Picking up the paper, she read.

	"For the fulfillment you yearn 

	On the seventh day please return."


	It took her a moment to understand the wording but thanks to her voracious reading habit the meaning was clear. Her tummy fluttered at the thought of her unknown benefactor and wondered when she could meet her. It had to be a girl because who else would put something like this together? But she would have to wait seven days again.

	Reluctantly, she removed her pretty clothing and once again put on her dull clothing. Although she was tempted to take a toy or two, she left everything in the room because they had to remain in this special place. Pausing at the door, she looked around and called out.

	"Thank you."

	Kaede zoomed one of the cameras in on her face and reached out to touch the monitor before Elise turned to return to the everyday world.

	A week later, the room was different. At first, Elise was disappointed but she wondered what was in store for her today. There was a flat screen TV and a video game console. Well, that might be fun but first she went to the table where new clothing awaited. After changing completely, she checked herself in the mirror.

	She was an odd sight. Her top looked like a sailor's blouse with a red neckerchief. Her very short skirt was blue and her socks stopped below her knees. She missed the feel of the higher stockings from the week before but her silky panties still clung wonderfully to her in a way that made her feel...like something she had never known.

	After helping herself to some tea and cakes (just like last week), she plopped on the floor in a most unladylike fashion with her legs spread.

	Kaede moaned as the monitor zoomed in on the camera at floor level, showing the silken bulge with the material indented into it. She was so tempting but it wasn't yet time. He had to hold back and made sure to keep his hands on top of his desk and away from himself. He had added something more to the tea this time and he hoped Elise would have no such imposition with her own body.

	Elise went through a few games, having some fun. Another kind of entertainment was between her legs. She didn't know why, but that special feeling when the silk cupped her sex had intensified. More than once, she discovered her fingers playing there, rubbing herself through the silk. At first she resisted because touching there was impolite, but then gave up. After all, if this was her special place, why couldn't she do whatever she wanted?

	But what stunned her was the last game. It featured cartoon girls with brightly colored hair and enormous eyes. They wore clothing just like hers and she wondered what it would be like to be with them as she moved the group through an enchanted forest. Then odd things appeared, touching and groping the girls who screamed comically and batted them away.

	The things were different colors and reminded Elise of tentacles she had seen in pictures of octopi and squids. These ones, though, had funny shaped ends that liked to slip inside the girls' clothes (so naughty!).

	As she used the controller to help each girl fight the tentacles off, more tentacles appeared. They even touched the panties and the - gasp! - slipped inside of them. The girls tried to resist but were soon moaning and lying still as the tentacles slid in and out of their panties. It took a few minutes for Elise to realize she was moaning with them. Looking down at her crotch, she found her hand rubbing at her privates from outside her panties. Slipping her fingers inside, she encountered wetness on her slit and the smooth skin of her mons felt feverish. Gently, she clutched herself, squeezing and moaning.

	She wondered what those tentacles must feel like and focused on the lewdness on the screen. Her mouth opened and the game controller fell from her limp fingers while her other hand made a new discovery. Something jiggled inside of her. It was small but enough to surprise her. Her fingers were much more wet as the feeling subsided. Feeling the warmth trickling from her genitals, she pulled the waistband out from her body and was about to investigate further when the lights dimmed.

	Kaede was in agony. He wanted the girl now - she was ready to be is. But no, there would not be time and this was a thing that he must not rush. He dimmed the room's lights while trying to control his trembling. Finally in control, he dared to look at the monitor. In half disappointment and half relief, he saw that she was gone.

	Elise had touched herself during the week, at night and under her bed covers. She liked what she had found but wished she was doing it in her special room. On Saturday morning, she barely ate any breakfast so she could leave as quickly as possible.

	She wondered what the bar was for. It was wooden and stretched horizontally before two supports. There were two red silk scarves dangling from it with loops tied on the ends and she wondered if it was some kind of exercise thing.

	Shrugging, she went to the table and saw a beautifully embroidered silk robe. Shucking off her clothes, she picked up and robe and paused. Today, there were no underpants. But the robe was of the same material and she loved how it felt against her bare skin all over. After tying the sash, she pressed her hands against her rear and rubbed, receiving a silky massage. Then she did the same in the front and sighed.

	Walking to where the tea and cakes were, she enjoyed the silk as it rustled against her. Being naked underneath made her feel deliciously naughty although she knew it was okay to be that way in this place. The tea was sweet as usual and the cakes were perfect but everything was a little blurry. Perhaps if she just lay down for a moment...

	There was a man in the room with her. Elise was awake now, fully aware of everything but she felt so sluggish. He was rubbing her flat tummy and chest after pouring something from a jar. The stuff was oily and warm against her bare skin.

	Bare skin?

	She turned her head and saw her robe nearby, folded neatly next to the mat on which she was lying. She mumbled a question to the man, who answered with soothing shushing sounds. Elise remained silent as he rubbed the oil into her neck and shoulders. She closed her eyes as he reached her face, relaxing more deeply as he kneaded her face.

	Her body was limp when he rolled her over. More warm oil was poured onto her back and those incredible hands worked it into her skin. Then the hands slid to her buttocks, cupping the spongy flesh and coating them thoroughly. Elise's legs were oiled and then her feet. She let out a languid sigh as the sensitive soles of her feet were rubbed. The man even oiled each of her toes.

	When Elise was rolled over again, the man finished with the fronts of her legs. As he rose higher, she wondered if he was going to touch her...there. Elise held her breath and blew out noisily when his fingers reached her hairless mons. Her pliant flesh indented and bulged between his fingers. After cover her completely, he dipped into her slit and moved his finger with deliberate care.

	It was back, stronger than before; the tightening inside her loins. Elise stared into the man's dark eyes and saw understanding. The tightness grew stronger and stronger as the finger touched her where she had not dared. And then she released.

	She saw her moisture on his finger tip as he brought it under his nose. Closing his eyes, he inhaled.

	Kaede had only used the stimulant on the girl the earlier days so that she might know the possibilities of her body. Today, he had used no such thing, wanting her arousal to be as pure as his desire.

	Elise was lifted under the bar. The man held her as he slipped her wrist through one of the loops on the scarves. After he did the same to the other, he lowered her carefully. The tension left her hanging by her wrists.

	"You are my angel," the man murmured. "My golden angel."

	Elise had been looking at her bound wrists and now looked in the mirror. She gasped at her appearance. The oil had rendered a golden sheen all over her skin, nearly matching the color of her hair. She did indeed look like gold.

	The man stood behind her and she saw his erection poke between her legs. While she had seen some of her foster brothers unclothed before, none of their parts looked as stiff as this man's was. Nor as large. The man's breath tickled her shoulder as he positioned the purplish end against her crotch, pressing where his finger had been a short while before. For the first time, Elise felt fear as she understood he meant to try to put that thing into her little slit.

	"When we are joined, I shall join you in heaven," Kaede said in Elise's ear. "I shall follow my angel."

	He slid his hands up and down the sides of the girl's sleek, oiled torso. Finding purchase on the minimal curves of her hips he lifted her enough to shift her wait onto his penis. Her lips puffed out and then stretched thinly as the head sank into her mound.

	Elise relaxed; glad that it was over. Her vagina looked so different this way but it didn't hurt as she had feared. Then he pulled her down more and she felt herself widening a little deeper inside. What she thought was over was only the beginning.

	Kaede jerked his hips as he suddenly yanked Elise down. She went rigid for a moment, uttering a small cry as she felt herself tearing. Then his presence was inside of her, more than she could have imagined. And he kept going deeper than she thought possible, making her widen in there and she knew there was nothing she could do but accept him.

	Feeling the little girl's gateway unseal for him, Kaede growled in his throat, an animalistic satisfaction intruding on his spiritual bliss. Then came the hot liquid embrace of her childish sex, the virgin channel opening to sanctify him at last. Her eyelids fluttered and she whimpered musically as he fully entered her.

	"Now we are joined," he announced.

	The copulation was slow and he could feel her pulse pounding against his turgid member as he moved inside of her. But her tension eased as the intimate, moving contact between their flesh progressed. Gazing at her reflection, he could see the slight swelling and contraction above her pubis to show where she was penetrated. The girl's golden toes wriggled constantly while they coupled.

	Elise moaned quietly when she saw the stains appear on his shaft. The wet sliding noises of the movement between her legs were no longer just from the initial crimson flow but from the response of her own body.

	"See how your virginity weeps for my years of torment," Kaede said to her. "And now that we are one it shall weep no more."

	Elise didn't understand what he meant but knew it was somehow vitally important to him. She didn't seem to be bleeding anymore and now the hardness stroking in and out of her clutching sex made her feel like melting butter. As she drew deep breaths, it made her insides press on him more. She felt the resistance there and her breathing became wild.

	The tightness was something more than before, compounding as the man thrust into her saturated passage. It was going to consume her and she yelled, her voice sounding foreign in her ears as something shattered in her senses.

	Kaede held on a little longer, waiting for the girl's orgasm to subside. As Elise's eyes regained their clarity, he allowed himself to release, seeding the eight year-old's womb with the volume he had saved for over a month. Elise gasped and shook as she felt the hot surge inside of her.

	Kaede had carefully taken Elise down from her silken bonds and gently laid her on the mat. She lay still, allowing him to open her legs before sliding on top of her. His weight was comforting, like a protective shield and she anticipated his touch before he slid into her small tunnel once again. This time, his pace was faster, almost furious and her mounting excitement made her urge him on with sibilant cries until her reaction crested and ebbed. He finished with another volcanic response and the force of his ejaculation made her quiver.

	Afterward, he lay beside her, stroking her smooth belly.

	"I shall one day make you a mother," he promised.

	Elise didn't understand how babies were made and wondered if this act they had done was somehow a key to that magic. She said nothing, allowing him to have her again and again in her special refuge. No, in their special refuge.

	Kaede was sitting upright on the mat with Elise in his lap, pressed against him with her face buried against his collar bone. Her hair tickled his chin as she drove up and down on him, her arms around his neck and her slender legs hooked around his waist. She was a desperate as he was, panting wildly as the sopping friction in her tight tunnel brought both of them to climax. He came with her, grunting as she moaned lightly from her latest insemination.

	Reluctantly, he lifted her from him and laid her out on the mat. After fetching a bucket of hot, scented water, he began the labor of cleansing the golden oil from her skin. As when he applied it, he saved her crotch for last and after he had wiped her there, he cleaned her again with his mouth. Her hairless girlhood was pulled between his lips as his tongue slid into her.

	Sighing, Elise took his head in her hands, pressing him there as he gave her one final gift for the day. He drank gratefully from the child's font and then they were done.

	As she dressed, she felt slightly disconnected from herself, as if she was now a different person. While the man had done these things with her, it seemed that he had been praying each time. For reasons she her young age lacked the experience to fathom, it was something more intense than the physical acts themselves.

	Her lover and guide bowed to her as she left and the familiar lines and shades of the apartment building greeted her. But the plainness did not weigh upon her as she returned to the Dolmans because she felt lighter, ethereal, knowing that she would return to that place to be worshipped again.




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