Object of Worship Ch. 01-03

by SalaciousSatyr

story tags: nonconsensual, noncon, dubcon, dubiousconsent, possession,
mind_control, goddess, fantasy, teen, bodymod

https://www.literotica.com/s/object-of-worship-ch-01-03


https://www.literotica.com/s/object-of-worship-ch-01-03

A cursed necklace unleashes an ambitious goddess

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Author's note: this one was really hard to categorize for me. It has
elements of mind control, noncon/dubcon, fantasy, horror, and I plan on
it eventually being novel length. I decided on erotic horror because I
feel like it fits there best. But the entire premise is based on people
being corrupted/coerced into sex by magical means. If you don't like
that, I don't blame you! I hope you're able to find a story you like.
For everyone else? Enjoy!

*Chapter 1: The Necklace*

Was there any Jane that actually liked her name? Jane Kane, called
Plain Jane entirely too many times in her eighteen years, hated it with
a passion.

There was a lot she hated about her life. Her strict, religious parents
were high up there. Her phony, shallow senior class sucked pretty hard
too. Her own appearance? There was probably someone out there who liked
skinny, repressed nerds, but she was not one of them.

It wasn't like her entire life was a misery. Just most of it. Her days
were simple. She woke up too early, went to a school that bored her
with students who ignored her, came home, did homework, watched a tiny
bit of TV, and then passed out, only to do it again the next day. If
this was a taste of working life, Jane wasn't too enthused. There were
few things in life that thrilled her.

/[I've got something to show you - JBap13 6:26 pm]/

/[I promise to make it worth your while :) - JBap13 6:31 pm]/

Jason wasn't one of the things that thrilled her, but she apparently
did wonders for him. The awkward, gangly boy could be cute if he ever
grew into his face. At the moment, he was a tall, bumbling puppy with a
crush on her and an inability to accept that her parents wouldn't let
her date until she either graduated, or moved out.

It didn't stop him from trying, every chance he got. Jane hadn't
responded to either of the messages in the last hour and a half. She
wished he would get the hint and leave her alone, even as she hoped he
wouldn't. There wasn't a snowball's chance in hell of her dating Jason,
but Jane still appreciated that /someone/ seemed to notice her.

/[Alright, I'll bite. What do you have to show me? - JK2004 7:59 pm]/

Jane set the phone down on her nightstand and went from her computer
chair to her bed. She landed with a bounce and stared up at the popcorn
ceiling. All of her homework was done, so this was the part of the day
she could watch some parental approved programming (children's cartoons
or the news) or she could maybe get to sleep early. That sounded nice.

She woke up fifteen minutes later by her phone chirping with a new
alert. Jane groped blindly for her phone, and checked the response.

/[My mom got an interesting shipment from the middle east. There's some
really neat stuff in there, and I know how to get into the museum after
hours... - JBAP13 8:16 pm]/

Of course Jason would unironically use the word neat to describe a
bunch of old junk, but he wasn't wrong. Jane loved old junk, and
history classes were some of the few forms of education her parents
didn't frown too heavily on. Ancient history was fine, but anything as
recent as the Civil War was, as they liked to put it, "a victim of
revisionist history by losers trying to stifle real patriots." The fact
that it was from the middle east might've set them off, but...

/[I might be able to get away if I tried. When? - JK2004 8:19 pm]/

Jason supplied her with the details, taking precious time to talk up
his sneakiness and how often he loved to go in after hours. Jane
managed to get him to shut up and go, and then got dressed in an
oversized sweater. She went downstairs as normal, and headed for the
front door.

"Where are you going?" her mother, Margaret, demanded. She didn't get
up from her battered recliner. The preacher on TV held up a bible and
an old woman fell over, shaking violently as the spirit went through
her.

"I've got a group project at school," she lied smoothly. "Vanessa's
supposed to do the next part, but she forgot her notes with me."

"Can't you just send pictures of the notes?"

Jane shook her head. "The camera's scratched." She then added, "You
didn't want to replace it because you said this would stop me from
being tempted to send pictures of myself."

Margaret puffed up. "That's right. Nothing's changed. And she
absolutely, one hundred percent needs these? I can drive you."

"No! No, that's okay," said Jane. Her mother seemed to be in a
relatively good mood, and so long as she bowed her head and kept it
down, she could squeak by. "I wouldn't want to bother you when you're
waiting for daddy to get home. It's been a long week. I'm just gonna go
on over, make sure she does the work, and then I'll be home, I
promise."

Her mother considered her. "And what are the rules?"

Jane sighed. "No getting in later than midnight. No messing around with
any boys, /or girls/. No saying or doing anything that's gonna tempt a
man to sin. I've got it, mama. I promise."

Margaret huffed and returned to her show. "If you get back later'n
midnight, you'll have to have a talk with your daddy. Go on and get it
done, then come back."

She didn't have to be told twice. Jane left and all but ran down the
driveway. She didn't have a car or bike, but Holbrook was a small
enough town. The museum was technically over the border to the next
one, but it was still only a couple miles away. Jane may not have been
pretty or especially smart, but she loved to run and keep herself in
shape. So she ran there, alongside the roads, grateful for the bits of
sidewalk when she had it.

She got there in about twenty minutes, running past the museum to slip
in the alley behind it. On the other side of a ten foot wall was the
parking lot for the library. This little area was the height of
intellectualism in their part of the tri-county area, a little oasis in
a desert of small-town apathy. Jason waited for her by the back door.

"Hi Jane," he said, a guileless grin on his acne-ridden face as he
looked down at her. The height difference was over a foot, and she
swore he got off on it. "You look great!"

She grimaced and prayed he took it as a smile. Her dark hair was dirty,
stringy, and lifeless. Her eyes were so dark some people mistook them
as black, and while she wasn't as hairy as people liked to tease, every
dark hair on her face stood out. Jane didn't look great, and she knew
it.

"Thanks," she said. "Now what are you going to show me?"

Jason's face flushed and he looked at the ground for a second. A surge
of irritation went through her.

"Look, if you just lured me away thinking this is some kind of date..."
she started.

"It's not that, I swear," said Jason.

"Because I can't date, and I said that already, and no means no.
Especially here where there's cameras." Jane crossed her arms over her
chest.

Jason laughed at that. "About that. Yeah, the cameras don't work
tonight. Not these ones, at least, or the ones where I wanna take you.
Maintenance for the next few days. But it's not dating, it's just some
cool old stuff. I promise I'm a gentleman." He held up his right hand
in a scout's pledge.

Jane believed him, but not for the reasons he wanted. Jason may have
been bigger than her, but he was too much of a dork to be a real
threat. She just didn't want to have to re-explain her position later
on when he'd shown whatever was meant to impress her.

"Fine," she said. "After you."

Everyone who grew up within fifty miles of there had been to the museum
at some point in their lives, and she remembered it fairly well. Things
didn't change much, and the fact that Jason's mother had gotten new
material was likely to be a big deal for Sheri and its neighboring
towns. In spite of herself, she got excited as he led her past the gift
shop and into the employees only entrance.

"And there's no one around to get us in trouble?" Jane whispered.

"Only the guard Bubba, but he's probably going to spend the next couple
of nights napping until they replace the cameras. C'mon, this is
great!" Jason moved faster, and Jane had to jog to keep up with his
longer strides.

The back area of the museum wasn't an especially interesting or
exciting place. It was mostly just standard desks with computers and
some storage for whatever project they worked on. One of them had an
old sword on the desk, along with post-it notes and an open journal.
Jason led her past it to his mother's spot in the back. On her desk
were a couple of half opened crates, with straw poking out.

Jason leaned over, fingers hovering above the lids. "They found a long
lost village buried a hundred feet underground in a village in Iraq.
From there --"

"Oh my god, please just show me," Jane said with a laugh. She wouldn't
deny that she was eager, now that she was up close. Jason may have been
a dork, but he still knew how to get her attention. Maybe he wasn't so
bad after all.

The top of the box slid away, and Jane leaned in closer. A series of
old silver coins that somehow still had some shine to them reflected
the overhead light. From a different angle, the profile of a fierce
looking woman could be seen on one side of them, and a burning heart on
the other.

"Are those Catholic?" Jane asked incredulously. "I thought you said
these were from the middle east, from a /long/ long time ago."

"They are!" Jason beamed. "These aren't Catholic at all, no matter what
they look like. I'm pretty sure the Virgin Mother is usually not
depicted as looking like she wants to eat human flesh."

Jane laughed. The woman on the coin totally looked into cannibalism.
She was a sharp featured woman with hair flowing over her shoulders,
and just a hint of her tongue extending past her lips. It was preserved
remarkably well, considering it was supposedly thousands of years old.

"That's not all," Jason continued. He brushed some straw out of the way
and pulled out a necklace.

It wasn't much to look at. No major gems, gold, or anything that
sparkled or shone. Instead, it was that sigil again, of the burning
heart that looked so close to the Christian one. The more Jane looked
at it, the more differences she could see, but it still just looked
like a standard old necklace.

There was no reason she should've been drawn to it. Jane still found
herself leaning in and reaching for it. Her fingers almost touched the
sigil when Jason pulled it away from her. Her gut told her to scream
and snatch it from him, but she just frowned up at his smiling face.

"Do you like it?" he asked, sounding a lot shyer. "I don't think we can
leave with it, but maybe...Do you want to try it on?"

"Yes." Her answer was immediate. "If that's okay. Maybe you can take a
picture of me wearing it, as a souvenir."

His expression soured immediately. "I'm not sure about /that/," he
said. "This has gotta be our secret, right?"

Jane almost tackled him for it. Instead, she took a deep breath and
smiled. "Yeah, okay. But if I look good in it, maybe one picture? I
won't share it with anyone. I just think this looks really cool, and I
don't have any good pictures I like of me."

She knew immediately it was the right thing to say. Jason practically
melted. "You're too hard on yourself. I know plenty of guys who think
you're...But you can't date, so it doesn't matter. Maybe one picture.
Turn around."

Jane lit up. In that moment, if he wanted to kiss her, she probably
wouldn't have said no. She turned around and pulled her fairly short
hair away from her neck. The moment Jason stepped behind her, she felt
his presence, almost overwhelmingly. And then his hands went to her
neck, where they looped the necklace around it. Polished wood beads
pressed up against her skin, and the dangling sigil gently lined up
with her throat. His fingers hooked the clasp together.

Fire filled her veins, purifying her from the inside out. Everything
from her skin to her teeth became a thousand times more sensitive,
senses mingling freely as the world flashed in and out of color,
lights, and shadows. A heaviness settled over her. Jane went to open
her mouth to scream, but her lips remained closed. Laughter bubbled up
inside her, and then she knew nothing.

*Chapter 2: Nikanna*

An eternity later, Jane floated through a dark, empty void. At least,
she thought she floated. There was the sensation of weightlessness, but
she couldn't quite feel her body, and every attempt to wiggle her toes
ended as soon as it began. She couldn't see anything, but she could
hear a soft, pervasive pulsing all around her.

*Ahh, you're awake. It took you long enough. I think the boy is getting
scared.*

Jane's entire being chilled to the core. The voice had no sound, but it
was everywhere, inescapable. Most frightening, it came from inside her.

/Who are you? Where am I?/ Jane tried to speak, but nothing happened.

The impression of dark, mirthful laughter filled her with fear.

*We are on the museum floor. The boy is trying to wake us up, but we
aren't fully assimilated yet.* Although just in her head, Jane was able
to get some impression. The voice was clearly feminine, with a sultry,
throaty quality. She sounded like the type of woman who was not only
not afraid of anything, but would devour any who got in her way.

*You aren't wrong. Anyone who would get in the way of a goddess
deserves whatever happens to them.*

The fear only grew. Did that mean whoever this was, this goddess, could
hear her thoughts?

*As soon as you have them. You have no secrets, Jane Olivia Kane. You
belong to me now.* Again came the laughter, deep within her.

Jane flailed with everything she had. She'd never been in a fight in
her life, but if she could she would've been swinging and kicking.
Instead, she mentally exhausted herself and fell limp. Something
appeared in the void, not in front of her or near her so much as an
impression. She saw the being holding her down.

It was a tall, naked, statuesque woman, easily seven feet tall. Her
long, flowing hair was the black of night, her eyes red like rubies.
Her skin was the color of sun-baked clay, except for her dark nipples,
each pierced through with a ring of gold. She was powerful and soft at
the same time, with thick, strong legs that went up to wide, flared out
hips. Her breasts were large and jutted out proudly, defying gravity
while her stomach was pure toned muscle. Dark hair veiled her cunt,
save for the hint of protruding lips. She was terrifying, she was
beautiful, she was...

*I am called Nikanna. You may try to resist me as you wish, but it is
pointless. You are the herald of my return, and together we will
rebuild my temple and the people will come.*

In a flash, that impression was closer than ever, psychically nose to
nose. The goddess, or demon, or whatever she was licked her lips and
smiled, showing sharp teeth.

*Do as I say, serve me, and you will live like a queen. No one will be
able to harm you or stop you. Get in my way and I will trample you
underneath my heel until you like it and beg for more. Am I
understood?*

No, no, she was not understood. Jane didn't understand anything other
than her strong desire to wake up from this strange nightmare. That's
what it had to be, right? Sleep paralysis. This was her sleep paralysis
demon whispering in her ear. Jane hadn't gone to the museum at all,
she'd fallen asleep and would wake up at any second.

Her eyes opened, then looked around. The museum seemed brighter,
sharper. The dim, after hours lighting was now clear enough to
illuminate everything in the back room. Just as Jane was ready to
breathe a sigh of relief, her eyes slid to the side of their own
accord, and then she rolled over onto her back.

Except, none of it was under her control. Jane was just a passenger to
the movement. When her eyes focused on Jason's panicked, wide eyed
face, she felt that laughter deep inside her once more.

"Jane? Jane? Are you okay? You freaked me out!" Jason said as he
cradled her head in one hand. His hand moved over her scalp, and the
sensation was stronger than it had any right to be. A soft, soothing
slide of his fingers through her dry, dead hair, sending a thrill down
her spine.

"Yes, I'm fine," Nikanna answered for them. She smiled at Jason and
cupped his acne-ridden cheek with her hand. "Thanks for catching me."

Jason flushed and looked down in the direction of her sweater-clad
chest. There was nothing to see, bundled up as she was, but she could
still feel his interest. Smell it, even. All teenage boys stank to a
degree, but now Jane breathed it in and a part of her ached. When she
realized what was going on, she recoiled.

/What are you doing? Not Jason, that's disgusting./ Jane couldn't look
away from his flushed face, or the way his eyes flickered back up to
hers with all the guileless yearning he'd had for at least a year now.
He was a friend, but the way she noticed her body waking up disturbed
her.

*Mmm. He'll do, for a first feeding. Besides, I will require loyal
servants. I see the way he looks at us. He'll do anything we ask, if we
give him reason to.*

Nikanna stroked Jason's cheek and let out a sigh with all the weight of
the universe in it. "Thanks for catching me. I guess I got light
headed. The power of the necklace, you know." She sat up, and his arm
slid down to support her back. She leaned into him, burying her face in
his neck and inhaling.

That sweaty, musky scent was stronger this close. It reminded Jane of
days long gone, of life in the desert, being worshiped by young men and
women alike, in the prime of their lives, dedicating a piece of
themselves to her, to her strength and glory. All they requested in
return was her love, and her blessings. Her body ached with the
proximity to the memories, simultaneously thousands of years before and
just the last eighteen years.

"Yeah, that was pretty dramatic. But maybe we should put it back and
get out of here." Jason didn't move, now that she was finally showing
interest. Nikanna knew she had him hooked, and Jane felt the goddess'
intent as if it was her own.

"Aww, don't you think it looks good on me?" Nikanna said, pulling away.
Jane wouldn't call herself a pretty woman, but she had a good face for
looking sad. Her dark features lended themselves to melancholy, and
Jason was quickly affected.

"I do, I do, I just think maybe we should go. Hey, let's get that
picture I promised and then let's go. If you want, maybe we can get a
milkshake or something before you go home." He sounded so earnest, so
sweet.

Nikanna ran her hands through her hair, smoothing it out and tucking it
behind her ears. Her voice dropped to just a whisper. "Can I tell you
something? This necklace...It's the first time I've ever felt pretty.
Like it's calling to me and was made for me. I'm really glad you showed
me." She leaned in close again.

/Don't do this./ Jane protested, but it was pointless. She could see
and feel Jason's hope, desperation, and desire. More than that, the
part of her that was Nikanna radiated hunger and power. It was muted,
only a fraction of what it had once been, but still there.

Jason gawked at her, responding only when she'd tilted her head up and
clearly waited for him. He pressed his lips against hers awkwardly.
Maybe it was his first kiss. It certainly was Jane's. Then Nikanna took
over, smoothly taking his bottom lip in hers and nibbling on it. He
groaned and his arms circled around her. Nikanna allowed it, and then
slipped her tongue into his mouth.

Disgust filled Jane. It was so wet, and invasive. Within a second,
Jason's tongue met hers and they became tangled. Everything about it
was off-putting, but her body heated up and came to life. The longer
they kissed, the less weird it was. Until Jason pulled her against him
and she could feel his cock through his jeans.

Object of Worship Ch. 01-03

by SalaciousSatyr (UID 3742515)

https://www.literotica.com/s/object-of-worship-ch-01-03

A cursed necklace unleashes an ambitious goddess

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*Ahh...It's been too long...* Nikanna whispered into her mind. Her
hands went down, touching the teen's slender chest, moving down to his
belt buckle. He broke the kiss, panting and flushed.

"Ah, I...I've never..." he touched his lips, still very much wet. The
hunger in his eyes matched Nikanna's.

"Neither have I," said Nikanna. She bit her lower lip, successfully
failing at hiding her blush. "Do...Do you want to?"

/No. God, please no. I've never done that before, and I don't want my
first time with Jason fucking Patterson./ Jane pleaded and fought
again, but there was nowhere to go, and nowhere to hide. Nikanna was in
control, and their hunger began to match. The need grew, a small spark
fanned into the first few flames. There was an emptiness to them, and
the goddess knew how to fill it.

"I...Do you promise not to laugh at me if I'm bad or don't last long?"
Jason may have broken six feet and had the first ghost of a beard, but
at that moment he looked like a gangly kid instead of an eighteen year
old man.

Nikanna saw potential in him, saw the man he could be, with the right
instruction. She knelt before him. Her hand went to his belt. With her
eyes locked on his, she undid the button and zipper. When she pulled
the tight jeans down, his tented boxers bounced up next to her face.
Immediately, she nuzzled it with her cheek, sighing contentedly.

His scent was inescapable. Jane had never been one to notice smells,
and now it was all she could notice. It was thick, dizzying, and it
made her entire body pulse gently. Jason gasped as Nikanna brushed her
lips across his shaft through the material. She kissed her way to the
wet spot at the front of his boxers, tongue darting out to taste him.
Salty, and more of that intoxicating scent.

Jason jumped in place. His cock twitched and Jane could taste more of
his precum seeping through the material. Nikanna pulled the front of
his boxers down and revealed his hard, six inch cock, with a bit of
sandy blonde pubes around the base. The tip was purple, glistening, and
throbbed with their mutual desire.

"God," Nikanna said in a needy, breathy wine. "You look so fucking
good. Can I? Please?" Her dark eyes bore into his pleadingly.

Without a word, Jason nodded. Nikanna didn't have to be told twice. No
matter how much Jane cried and begged, the goddess knew what she
wanted, and she would not be denied. Maintaining eye contact, Nikanna
ran her tongue up the underside of the teen's hard cock. He tasted like
desire, like more. When she got to the tip she wrapped her lips around
it.

Once more, Jason jerked, thrusting more of his cock into her mouth. He
hit the back of her throat, but Nikanna swallowed him to the base in
one smooth motion.

"Fuck!" he cried out, obscenely loud in the silent museum.

Jane wanted it out, but Nikanna wanted more than he had to give. The
goddess bobbed her head up and down, moaning like a whore as she
worshiped him. Jane felt her desire increase until there was a wildfire
in the pit of her stomach, and the cunt they shared throbbed with
anticipation.

Nikanna slurped lewdly. Each sound Jason made thrilled them, drove them
on to more. There was no drawing it out, or teasing him. She sucked
like she was trying to draw the life from him. Her hand wrapped around
his shaft and became a blur as she pumped in time. He twitched in her
mouth and his moans grew closer and closer.

*You love this, no matter how much you pretend otherwise*, Nikanna
purred to Jane. *Look at the power we have over him. He'd do anything
for us, so long as he can slake his lust. He is not a man, he is a
slave. Take him!*

It was harder and harder to think. A fog descended, and the only thing
that mattered was Jason's cock and slurping up every drop. Jane hated
how it happened, but the goddess felt what she did, as she experienced
it. Her nipples were hard and everything ached with a need.

/N-no...Please stop this.../

Nikanna didn't stop. Instead, with her free hand she groped her small
breast through her sweater, finding her nipple and tweaking it. The
world flashed white and Jane whimpered. She felt Nikanna's
encouragement, every dark whisper telling her to give in and enjoy it.
Tears slid from her eyes as she worked the shaft.

"Fuck, Jane, I'm going to..."

*Swallow it, Jane. Swallow it all and demand more!*

Jane pushed herself. Ancient memories surfaced, of countless times
performing this act, a symphony of hard men crying out in pleasure and
submitting to her control. Jason's cock thickened. She pushed herself
to the base and swallowed wildly.

That's all it took. Jason's hands went to her hair and pulled her
forward as he thrust directly into her mouth. His cock erupted and Jane
swallowed like her life depended on it, drinking down every last drop.

Her body burned in a new way that wasn't unpleasant. Jane sucked
everything she could from Jason until he pulled her off of his cock
with a wet plop. Cum trailed from the corners of her lips, and from the
tip of his softening member. The lust didn't go away, it lingered. Jane
licked her lips as she considered the salty, bitter taste, and the
sense of victory that came with it.

"Holy shit Jane, that was your first time?" Jason laughed breathlessly,
then seemed to realize what he said. "I'm not implying anything, I
swear!"

Jane stood, trembling violently. Something was going on. She felt
different now, satisfied, but it wouldn't last for long. Not while the
fire burned inside her. It was then that Jane realized that she had
control again. She had finished the teenage boy off under her own
power. The trembling increased.

"Jane?" Jason sounded concerned. "Are you okay?"

Nikanna's laughter echoed in her head.

*Chapter 3: Goddess of Love*

"Jane?" Jason asked again.

She heard him, but all she could focus on was that dark laughter, and
her ability to move once more. The ability she used to suck Jason's
dick and swallow. Right at the end, she could've stopped, could've
pulled away. Why didn't she?

"Look, if you're worried about me telling anyone, I won't. I swear. I
really like you, Jane." And now he sounded like a kicked puppy, scared
of her reaction.

Funny enough, that was what calmed her down. His fear and insecurity
almost matched hers. Jane took a deep breath and counted backwards from
three in her head, just as she did when her mother yelled at her, and
then she was numb.

"It's okay, I...I wanted to." Numb or not, it hurt to say. She forced a
smile on her face, feeling the cum on her lips move with her skin. A
second later she wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand, trying
not to cry or scream. "I never thought I'd...I need to go home."

Jason reached for her, but Jane turned and didn't run so much as
hurried away. He called after her, but she ignored him, praying he
wouldn't follow. That dark laughter bubbled up inside her once more.

*Praying to anyone else is pointless, child. You're mine now. And this
was just a taste of what's to come.* Nikanna sounded lazy, content, and
sleepy, but very much aware.

Her heart slowed to a crawl for one eternal second before time snapped
like a rubberband. Then it chugged, and she ran as far as she could, as
hard as she could. There may have been no running away from herself or
the being inside of her, but there was freedom, momentary freedom, in
pushing her body to its limits.

At close to eleven at night, traffic was intermittent. A car would pass
by just long enough to bathe her in a big spotlight, as if the entire
world knew what had happened and judged her for it. Would her mother
know? Would God know?

*As far as you are concerned, I /am/ God. The Abrahamic God has no
power over me, or the other old ones. As for your mother? The concerns
of a pathetic, small-minded mortal means nothing to me, so it should
mean nothing to you. I will deal with your parents.*

"Oh god, please no," said Jane, right as she put on another burst of
speed. The rest of the way home she abandoned her thoughts and just ran
for the sake of running. Thinking was too painful, feeling was too
confusing, and remembering too horrifying. Jane made it home in record
time and collapsed on her doorstep, panting and heaving for air.

Nikanna left her alone for the moment, though now that Jane
concentrated, she could feel the goddess inside her, feel her watching
and waiting and observing. She shivered and took out her phone.
10:45pm. She'd made it before curfew, at least. Soon enough, she calmed
down and crept inside as quietly as possible.

Her mother had fallen asleep on the couch, like she did most nights.
Eventually she would migrate up to her bedroom in the small hours of
the morning, but at least this meant she got lucky. Jane went up the
stairs, dodging the creaking step near the top. Then she was in her
room, and safe.

Or as safe as she'd ever be again.

"Is..." She swallowed hard. Addressing the being directly felt weird.
Almost profane, acknowledging her and trying to negotiate. "Is there
any way I can get you to leave?"

*No.*

Well, that answered that, but it wasn't good enough. "What if there's
someone better suited, someone who wants to help you? I can't...At the
museum..." Jane touched her lip, where she swore she still felt Jason's
cum.

*You loved it!*

"I did not! I wanted nothing to do with any of that!" Jane realized she
raised her voice and eyed the door worryingly. Her mother never came.

*You can't lie to me, Jane. I can see your every thought, feel your
every sensation. Even thinking about it now, you wish you could do it
again.* She could see Nikanna's dark face, and her full lips twisted
into a cruel smile. *You'll have your chance tomorrow.*

"I don't want it, please. What is your plan, even?"

Silence, at first. The seconds stretched on, and Jane wondered if
Nikanna even had a plan. Then the world melted into the background as
images flooded her brain. She was brought back five thousand years and
halfway across the world to the cradle of civilization. The bedroom and
night gave way to a massive stone temple, sparkling in the overwhelming
desert sun.

The heat was far away, as was anything that wasn't an image or sound.
Jane held still and the world moved around her, bringing her up the
steps of the temple and through the vestibule to the chamber beyond.
She wasn't alone. The temple was filled with men and women of all ages,
from the very old to those who looked as young as her. The only thing
they had in common was their nudity, and their worship.

Nikanna sat on a throne, high above the others. She was naked as
before, and looked relaxed as an older man dropped to his hands and
knees and buried his face between her legs. She chuckled, and Jane felt
it in her bones. The goddess spread her legs for easier access, and her
gaze bore right into her host from above. Jane heard the sounds of
moaning and furious slurps, and Nikanna encouraged it with her massive
hand on the back of his head.

*I used to have so much. I was the daughter of the greatest of
goddesses, and mortals would come from all over to pay tribute to me.*

Nikanna moaned and ground her cunt into her worshiper's mouth. She
fucked the old man's face with growing fervor. The spectators murmured
a prayer in an ancient language. Their words rose in pitch as their
goddess lost control and accepted her payment. The old man fell limp,
and then rolled down the steps until he landed at Jane's feet.

Jane shivered at the look of rapturous joy locked on his face. He may
have been dead, but it was clear he went to it willingly. A familiar
ache settled in the pit of her stomach as one of the men climbed the
steps. He was hard as a rock, and his cock bounced in the air as he
took the old man's place.

Nikanna enjoyed his attention before she drew one leg back and shoved
the man backwards. He lay there, and his chest rose and fell sharply in
anticipation. The goddess straddled him, but didn't take him inside her
just yet. She trapped his cock between his stomach and her slick lips
and slid back and forth, getting him wet.

*I could have anyone I wanted, and they gave themselves to me happily.
With their praise, their dedication, their lives, I grew stronger. I
took everything I could...*

The world shifted again, and now Jane was on the dais with the goddess
and her young lover. His arms were spread in surrender on the ground.
He was tall and strong, but the goddess dwarfed him. She rocked back
and forth until she slid his length inside her with a low groan.

Now that Jane was this close, she saw everything, and could almost feel
it. She'd gone from being terrified to even think of sex to sucking her
first dick in the blink of an eye, and now that heat from earlier
returned. Her eyes slid over the beautiful young man, and the way his
face was twisted in ecstasy as the goddess slowly rode him. Nikanna
grasped her right breast in her hand.

Jane's breath caught in her chest as the goddess twisted the ring
through her nipple. "Doesn't that hurt?" she whispered, fascinated in
spite of herself.

*That's the point. I'm going to show you, Jane, and you will come to
enjoy our rise to power, and the good we can do for our subjects.* Her
voice remained a husky purr, perfectly confident in every word she
said. Nikanna was in power here, and Jane was her first slave.

The goddess twisted the ring the other way, and this time Jane felt it
as if it were her body. Of course, now it was. The ring tugged on the
pierced, sensitive nub. It was like the tip of her thumb, and the gold
rings stretched. Pain flared in the spot, a sharp bite followed by a
delicious, lingering ache.

Jane dropped to her knees as heat flooded her. She grasped at her
nipple, harder than it had ever been and it only intensified the
situation. Her pussy twitched and pulsed in time with the pain. She let
out a breathless gasp. She looked up to Nikanna, who licked her lips
and sank down on her young lover.

"Fuck," Jane choked as a phantom cock teased her, all the pressure
without any of the friction.

*What I do is important, sweet child. I take in their offerings...*

Nikanna slammed her hips down and swirled her hips around. Jane nearly
went cross-eyed. The ache intensified, like a dream of being thirsty
without being able to be sated. The man on the ground responded with
short, powerful thrusts that became a blur. Nikanna squeezed around the
man, and Jane whimpered as the sensation of being filled with liquid
fire teased her, mocked her for not being able to partake.

The man gasped and fell limp. His hips kept thrusting of their own
accord, but the life in his eyes faded, and he seemed to shrink and
wither. Nikanna stood, his cum dripping from between her legs, and cast
her hands skyward. The celebrants sang out their cries of ecstasy and
gratitude.

Then the temple went dark, slowly like the sun faded from existence.
Jane looked up, through the skylight above Nikanna. Clouds blotted out
the sky, and within seconds the rain came. Slow at first, and then
torrential.

*I give them what they need to thrive. I am a kind, loving goddess,
Jane Kane. But I am still a queen, and they will learn to obey and
worship me. Us. You are part of this now too, whether you like it or
not.*

"Why?" Jane whispered. She was raw and unsatisfied, burning from the
inside out. The goddess reveled in it like a good drunk, but to the
teen it was overwhelming.

*Because you wore my necklace. You woke me up, and your soul was
compatible. You need me, Jane.* Nikanna reached forward and cupped her
under her chin. She lifted her gaze up to meet the goddess, who looked
at her with compassion and affection. *I will give you everything you
deserve. All you have to do is listen to me, serve me, and I will give
you the world.*

Jane swallowed. She thought of her mother, who was so adamant about
worshiping the right god. Well, that god had never been there for her,
and had only seemed to want to hold her under His thumb. Here was a
goddess, in the flesh, in /her/ flesh, tempting her, the way all false
gods did.

"I can't," she whispered. "I'm sorry, but I don't want any of that."

NIkanna released her face. The rain continued to pour around them, but
the world beyond the temple grew dark. *Yes, you do. You can't lie to
me, girl. I know how much you want it. I can protect you from your
parents. I can make them your slaves, or punish them. Anything you see
fit, my love, it's yours.*

It took everything she had not to burst out crying, to accept right
then and there. The desire for freedom, to fight back, was outmatched
by one thing: her fear. Fear of burning in hell, as her mother
promised. Fear of losing herself, or being a slave. Worse yet, what if
she doomed the world? Jane didn't consider herself a good person, but
she wanted to be. A good person could never accept.

*You will, Jane. And when you do, everything will be better. You have
my word, my sweet, innocent girl.*

The temple faded away, and then Jane was back in her bedroom. The ache
in her nipple and pussy remained, and never before had she been so
tempted to do something about it. With a shiver, Jane hugged her knees
to her chest, but that only made it worse.

Sleep. All she needed was a bit of sleep. Either she'd wake up from
this dream, or at least the ache would go away.

The goddess laughed. It was going to be a long night.

Story Tags: nonconsensual; noncon; dubcon; dubiousconsent; possession;
mind%20control; goddess; fantasy; teen; bodymod

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