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Contrary to what most popular religions of today preach, in the beginning of civilization it was not a male deity that created the universe and all of its inhabitants. It was of course a woman, the Mother Goddess. In todays modern Christianity faith we are told that God created man in his own image, and made everything else for him to enjoy, and then almost as an afterthought he created woman to be his companion. It was not until approximately seven thousand years ago that the concept of a male god figure appeared, civilization is something like thirty thousand years old, this would be the time that people stopped living in small groups in caves and began to live together in communities. It is that the before the Hebrews moved into the region known as Canaan and slaughtered every woman, child and man that worshipped the Mother Goddess in an attempt to obliterate the worship of Her (as I am writing this I notice that my word processor considers Her to be a grammatical error, it wants to change it to a lower case-her.), that I am concerned with. During that period of time, those eighteen thousand years or so, women ruled the world. It was the common view that the Goddess created women, and then made men to toil for them. This is, in my opinion, a much more believable view of creation than the one that the Christian faith puts forward. Looking at the construction of the male and female bodies it becomes obvious that men were meant to serve women. As far as a man was concerned every woman he encountered was a vessel of the Goddess, and as such was deserving of his worship. The churches devoted to the Goddess were called Asherim; the priestesses in the churches were called the Aja. The holy council was the Qadesh, and the most holy woman in the entire world was the Qadeshta. You may be wondering why I have chosen to give you all this brief history of the time before man broke the covenant between men and women. The answer is that it is in this time that a young man named Enian was born (and also that I am a follower of the Goddess and hope with all my heart that She will rise again). I am going to attempt to share with you Enians story. And for those of you that are anxious, yes he does get castrated, eventually. Television has ruined attention spans. And after all, its not the actual cutting that is thrilling; its the anticipation of knowing that its going to happen. Or maybe not that its going to, but that it might. I have no real desire to lose my testicles, but the possibility. . . The idea that I just might wake up tomorrow locked in a womans basement, strapped to a table, my legs spread wide. And just as I start to become aware of my surroundings I notice her standing there, the knife in her hand, and a smile on her face. That possibility is what makes my heart race and my dick hard. ***** Enian stepped out of the ramshackle hut he and his father lived in, stretched his arms above his head, trying to pull the tension from his muscles. It had been a hard day yesterday, clearing the stones from the field, but it was work that had to be done. He looked up into the sky, basked in the glory of the sunlight that cascaded around him and felt the wonder of his Goddess. Enian was one of the most devout men in the village. He visited the local Asherim every day after his work was complete, made certain to kneel and kiss the feet of each of the Idols, and he was always willing to ask the Aja for penance for any of his indiscretions. Damn fool boy, cried his father, Aulus, stop your daydreaming its time to go. Yes, father, Enian responded. He loved his father very much; he was after all the only parent Enian had ever known. His mother had died while giving birth to him, an event which started Enian in a very low position in life, even for a man. He had resulted in the death of a woman, one of the greatest crimes a man could commit, even if it was through no action of his own. But the Aja took mercy on him, spared him from punishment, perhaps because they felt pity for his father. Enian was the only part Aulus owner, Aliya, he had left. It was very difficult for a man to survive after the death of his female possessor, without a woman to guide and protect them many men committed suicide. Though they had spared Enians life none of the Aja forgot about the way he came into this world, and his penances were always much more harsh than any other mans, his duties to the Asherim always the most difficult, or the most humiliating. There were many chores that could be found that other men did not want to do, and many ways in which he could be made to do them. But for Enian it was the story of his life, and one that he was all too happy to live. He loved the Goddess, and would pay any penance necessary to make up for what he had done to his mother. He hurried down the hill after his father, today they were going to be tending the gardens at the Asherim, a great honor as far as Enian was concerned, just another days work to his father. They walked just over a mile when the stone columns came into view. It was by far the largest structure in the region, and the most magnificent. Six wide columns stretching forty feet into the air supported the front of the structure; there were similar columns on all four sides, and more in the interior of the building. Each one was carved to represent the Goddess; she performed different acts in each of the depictions. In some of them she was pregnant, in others giving birth to the world. The two columns that Enian and his father passed through showed the Goddess nursing her daughters on the right side of them, and on the left it showed Her punishing her sons. Enian knelt before each of the two depictions, kissing the feet of the Goddess and saying a prayer for forgiveness. Both of the men stripped off their robes as soon as the entered the building, it was forbidden for men to go clothed in the Asherim. The gardens they would be tending were located in the open courtyard in the center of the edifice, so they would have to do their day of work without the benefit of clothes. One Ajan, holding a cruel whip, walked up and down the lines of men as they worked, making sure none of them slacked off in their duty. She was dressed in the full length red robes of her station. Red gloves covered her hands and arms. Every part of her was covered when in the presence of men; she was much too holy to be looked upon by the unworthy workers. Enian worked the soil with his bare hands, as did everyone else; digging small holes and then planting a few seeds from the pouch he had been given. The man directly in front of him carried a bucket of water, and after each hole was filled back in he would pour a little over the planted seeds. The work went on as such for several hours. The ten men, working in five pairs, could not possibly finish the entire garden by the end of the day, but they would do as much the time allowed, and then another group of ten would be brought in tomorrow. Enian had gotten so into the rhythm of what he was doing everything around him seemed to just fade away. There was only the soil and the seeds, which is why he didnt notice the approach of the Ajan, why he didnt press his head to the ground the way he should have. If he hadnt become so focused on the soil he never would have seen the small area of flesh visible just under the Ajans robe, he never would have felt the stirring in his loins. Maybe he could have fought the urge, suppressed his filthy nature and kept his cock from hardening. But he was frozen, he couldnt take his eyes off that small patch of soft pink flesh, the top of her foot and one of her toes, clearly visible to him, it was hypnotic, and the longer he looked at it the more aroused he became. She stopped in front of him. What do you think you are doing, she asked. She was clearly surprised that he would have the audacity to keep his eyes raised in her presence. Enian, freed from his stupor, plunged his face into the ground. I am sorry, Ajan, he said into the dirt. It was not enough to apologize, the whip came down across his back three times, the cruel beads attached to the end of each of the six tails digging deeply into his skin and sending streams of blood running down his back. After the whipping, a fairly lenient punishment she began to walk on. She hadnt noticed his erection. Enian was saved. But he knew that the Goddess had seen it. He knew that he would have to face his penance for the foolish act. Ajan, he called out to her, and she stopped just a few paces away. He raised himself from the ground when she looked back, revealing his shame to her. Tears were running freely from his eyes, not for the impending reprimand he was certain to receive, but because of the way he had disgraced the Ajan. If Enian could have seen her face he would have seen a look of absolute disgust, and then rage. How dare this man befoul this sacred place with his unholy urges? She grabbed hold of his dangling balls and squeezed forcefully, hoping that he would try to stop her, that would give her reason enough to have him executed, as he should have been years before. Elayna was one of the women that had opposed sparing Enians life. Enian would not dare to oppose a member of the Aja though, he was anxious to have his penance over with, so he could be free of the guilt that weighed on his heart. She pulled the insolent man back inside the temple, using his scrotum as a leash. Enian did his best to keep up with her, but she kept jerking her hand forward every few steps, just to hurt him more, and her grip was tight and crushing. Tears of pain as well as guilt were running down his face by the time she had into one of the atonement rooms of the Asherim. Enian was very familiar with these rooms, was well acquainted with the devices that occupied them. Elayna, still gripping him by the testicles told him to raise his hands over his head. When he did she locked his hands to the chains that hung from the ceiling. Enian was glad she had finally relinquished the grip on his manhood, but knew the reprieve would be short lived. The chains she locked around his ankles ran through the pulleys attached to the ceiling at opposite ends of the room, and when she pushed the lever that released the counter-weight his legs were yanked out from under him and spread wide, suspending him four feet above the floor by his wrists and ankles. I will return when I have informed the other members of the Aja, she said. Your offense was not just against me, but against all of us. Elayna stormed from the room, leaving Enian alone and in total darkness. He could hear the heavy lock fall into place when Elayna shut the door. Time had no meaning for him in the blackened confines of the atonement room. For all he knew it could have been hours before Elayna returned, or it could have been days. All he was aware of was the added tension that kept growing on his legs as the heavy weights continued to pull his feet farther and farther apart. The exhausted muscles of his neck could no longer support his head, and he was forced to look at the back wall of the room, which from his point of view was upside down. He wondered how many of the Aja would return to inflict his punishment, as Elayna had said his offense was against the entire order of Aja, because he committed inside of an Asherim. He might even be sent to other villages, to be punished there as well. The door was finally reopened, and light from lamps entered the room. It was already dark outside, and it was early in the afternoon when he had been locked in, it must have been at least seven hours ago. I should have known this one would do such a thing, he always was vile, one of the women said as they entered the room. Sounds of agreement came from the others. He thought he heard at least five distinct voices among them, but it was hard to be sure, none were within his view. Blindfold him, someone said. I am not wearing my robes, and there is no way Ill permit him to harden his cock by looking at me. A dark cloth was wrapped several times around Enians head, completely blinding him. He could hear the clinking sounds of metal chains, and the rustling of leather whips. He was prepared for whatever they would do to him; he knew that he deserved it. Elayna looked at the prone figure before her. She had been so angry with the man when he dared to allow his cock to grow hard in the garden, but having his large balls in her hand, yanking them and squeezing them and feeling them rolling around in her palm had been wonderful. Now, as she looked at him, his legs spread impossibly wide, his cock and balls dangling just a foot away from her, she could not deny that she was becoming sexually stimulated. The juices flowing down the inside of her thighs was the proof. She was eager to feel his balls in her hand again, to feel them crush in her hand. How hard could she squeeze before they crushed, she wondered. Now was the chance for her to find out, but first she had other things in mind, other punishments she wanted to inflict on the insolent boy. ***** So ends the first episode of Enian. But come back soon and I will have another chapter posted, this one will involve much more pain for Enian, I promise. |