Chapter 10: The Assault

I sat at the head of the board table, sitting in the large oak chair that was custom designed to accommodate my hyper masculine body. With me was Rachael, Ariel and nine other women. Out of the 561 women whom have submitted to me as their master, these nine women stood above the others at the top levels of a hierarchy as high priestesses.

The order of my priestess hood seemed to evolve out of the early chaos of the first few months. It seems that not only do women become more powerful each time I select them to dump my essence into their bodies, but it also defines a strict relationship of dominance and submission between them. It is like a big pyramid. At the bottom are now over two thousand beautiful women waiting to be converted into the priestess hood. Above them in the pyramid were the converted, each on bent knee worshipping me as their god.

The women who were with me in the beginning by virtue of greater contact with me became high priestesses. They functioned as leaders of the priestess hood and my advisors. At the moment we were discussing Lady Divine's demise.

"What the hell happened?" I implored.

Cathy answered, "The police report says that it was suicide, my lord."

"No. I can sense that it was murder." I explained as I connected to the continuum for explanations.

"He is right. He has the power to divine knowledge directly from the cosmic continuum. What do you see?" Ariel asked.

"Ariel, I don't know. The images of the past are dark and coated with a grey aura." I said.

"This is a sign of the Osgoth's presence. The grey aura is psonic residue of dark emotions. We have been discovered, my lord. We must make preparations to retreat."

"Ariel, are you sure? The aura it is not excessively powerful. If the Osgoth's aura is this weak, maybe it is time to fight." I intoned.

"No. It could be a deception or more likely a mortal follower of the goddess. We should retreat. Time is on our side. Each day more and more women are discovering the truth and are committing themselves to your worship. You are growing more powerful each day, but the risks are too high if you fail in a confrontation. You must grow so powerful that when you finally meet the Osgoth, she will be vanquished at the mere sight of your Fulcrum.

"The power of you cock must be increased at all cost and as fast as possible now, great one" said Laura, the high priestess, who was responsible for organizing my sexual worship activities.

"What do you have in mind?" asked Rachael authoritatively.

Turning to Rachael, Laura respectfully addressed her superior, "Mistress Prime, I request that we increase conversion from 3 to 10 new acolytes a day. In addition, outside of this council and Tito's training with Ariel, he should be in full display mode."

"What do you mean, Laura?"

"Mistress Prime, Our lord should allow his massive muscle of power to freely hang at all time, so that each moment will be a worship session for our master.

Suddenly the council was interrupted by a loud bag...

...

Five minutes earlier, Debra Gibson was working the receptionist desk at the International Institute on Women Issues, or the Tito Ra Society. The 23 year old redhead knockout was one of the top Editor's of the New York Tribute; however she jumped at the opportunity to volunteer one day a week when the council offered her the position as a reception at the Institute's front desk. The job had awesome benefits. Quality time with her master was becoming increasingly more infrequent as each day the priestess hood grew. There was now a waiting list just to gaze on the god muscle at the temple services.

She reflected on the amazing events in her recent life since she became one of Tito's followers. It was hard to believe that a mere two and half months ago, she was merely an intern at the paper. All though she had good academic credentials from a prominent school, the truth was she was merely eye candy for the established staff both men and women. However that all instantly changed for her, Tito changed her life forever.

She had attended a conversion ceremony on Saturday evening and by Monday morning she was in the offices of the paper's Editor in Chief. She went into see Mr. Rubin to ask for a permanent position with the paper; however she left his office as the new Metro editor. Rubin had practically fallen to his knees apologizing that he had neglected to offer her the position earlier. By the days end, she had gone from a 500 dollar a month stipend intern to $250,000 a year senior editor.

The job was a dream come true for her. Her life long ambition was immediately achieved because she had acquired a magical substance of power from a single sex act with a god. She understood now that as one of the chosen sex slaves of Tito there was practically nothing in this world she could not acquire or achieve instantly. Things she always dreamed of where now hers. However the funny thing, Debra thought to herself, was that those things seemed so trivial and minor to her now. The only thing that Debra really wanted out of life was to experience again the rapture of womanhood induced by Tito's omnipotent sex muscle. She craved to feel her pussy being rewarded with its incredible waves of pleasure, and the rush of hot white liquid power being deposited in the depths of her womanhood.

She was desperate for the emotional fulfillment that Tito could give her. Tito had made her feel profoundly feminine, a complete and total woman. Her need to be made a woman again by him was irrationally addictive like heroin, and completely contrary to even notion she ever thought womanhood meant to her. She needed to feel like a dominated whore and slave. She was soaking wet remember his enormous cock fully penetrating her pussy. It was so much COCK, a Herculean muscle of godly power giving him absolute control over her being. He was so hot, so perfect, so big, and so incredibly powerful, she felt so submissive to him. She should have felt degraded that a man could have exerted absolute control over her because of his cock. But she felt no shame, because everywhere around her where beautiful women, she would consider equals literally falling to their knees before this one man.

"Excuse me, Maam." Debra heard breaking her day dream. Looking up, she saw five men and a woman, dressed in dark suits and sun glasses. The man who addressed her flashed an official looking id badge and said, "Special Agent Russo of the FBI. I have a warrant to search the premises."

Debra grabbed the paper offered to her and quickly studied it. Flabbergasted she paused for a moment, and said "I think I should have the administrator view this first." Debra reached for the phone to dial Asia's extension when she saw the blonde woman move to strike.

Katherine Meyers removed her firearm and, with nearly blinding speed, cold cocked Debra. Her body fell lifelessly to the ground and blood gushed from her head.

"Arr Jesus! Meyers what the hell was that for!" Agent Russo had screamed in shocked dismay.

"Don't be such a pussy, Russo." Meyers barked and assumed command of the situation. "Murphy - Jones secure the ground floor - Harverstraw and Miller with me - Russo guard the entrance. If anyone gets in the way shoot to kill." Meyers ordered. The men's eyes dulled for a second as the woman's will took hold and then they began to move with urgency. Meyers lead her team up the main stair to the second floor.

Meyers swiftly moved up the stairs flanked by her two agents. She knew exactly were she was heading. She could feel it. She could feel the waves of power emanating from the across the building. Inconceivably it surpassed anything she knew, even her living goddess, but it was different. She had known the raw power of the mother goddess. It was intoxicating like fire. It flowed wild, captivating to behold, but destructive to the touch. But the power she felt from across the building was different. Yes it was enormous, but it was constant and steady. It was authoritative, and yet comforting and protective and something else she thought to herself...

Her men followed closely behind her. In a run, she moved down the corridor and made a quick right. There is was two large wooden doors. They were closed, but she knew that the source of the power was in there, the power that felt so familiar, and yet unique in its intensity. She gestured to her men and ready herself to crash the door down, when she remembered what it was. The power was sexual, pure sexual power. In an instant she faltered, but recovered. She remembered the rewards that would await her upon completion of this mission. The power that the Mother Goddess would bestow upon her renewed her determination. Katherine felt the rush of greed for the power grip her, and then turn to a dark hatred and rage. Filled with deadly intent, she moved forward kicking her way thought the door.

With practiced precision she entered and raised her gun. Her men flanked her with their gun's a blazing. She had found her mark before she saw her target and gentle pulled off a shot.

There was a crash and then the thunderous boom of gun fire. The attack was so sudden I barely had time to react. The deadly projectile was heading for me. I summoned my power and cast force a status field. The invisible force surged forward and instantly everything froze. The bullet hovered for a second that then fell harmlessly to the ground.

While the status field held its captives frozen in time, I noticed my assailants, two men and a beautiful blonde. I immediately sensed she was Kari and was possessed with the dark gray energy field that surrounded the events that leaded to Lady Divine's death. I knew I was starring at Divine's murderer, and I felt anger surge through me. But before I could comprehend the complexities of the situation, the blonde mustered her dark power and broke free of the field. In one desperate attempt, she caused an energy vortex to rush me. The wave hit me knocking me back. I fell down dazed, but I already was too strong for this would be feminist avenger of the Mother goddess. Her powers while great from a Kari female's prospective, where miniscule compared to what I have gained in my short time as Quinistar.

I reached out with my mind towards her, ripping open her memories. Immediately I accessed her knowledge, I knew who she was. So overwhelming was my superiority, Katherine Meyers had not the slightest clue to my mental invasion. She was seething with rage and triumph for she believed she had dealt me a death blow. She approached my prone body in arrogance without any doubt as to the outcome. She stood above me with her legs slight apart. It was a dominate posture, and her emotions radiate her confidence in her powers and her goddesses' power.

Her contemptful eyes slowly lowered themselves to my form, and instantly she understood her cause was meaningless and doomed. I heard her gasp as she saw my body. My robe was spread open displaying the full impact of my omnipotent masculine form. Her eyes widened in awe studying the profound muscle development covering my entire body, respectfully admiring both its size and sculpted physical perfection. I heard her moan when she saw my Fulcrum of Power. Even in its flaccid state, it was an impressive display of pure strength. Despite years of hatred of men and feminist ideology, every fiber of Katherine's genetic makeup screamed out to her telling her she was in the presence of absolute POWER.

Her whole life had been in pursuit of the POWER. She had always believed without question that the POWER was something uniquely feminine. It resided in women, her mother, her professors at college, and ultimately Tulsa, the goddess herself. It was the POWER of the BITCH. Not a pleasant term by most standards, but a term that her new age feminist at the university had championed. I chuckled to myself as I read her mind recalling all the crazy shit she had learned in women's studies classes. In a way, this concept of the Power of the Bitch was actually appropriate, her mother, her goddess and most of all herself were nothing but Bitches. They had the power but all the power really brought to them was envy, self loathing, and need to manipulate others.

I rose to assume my natural position before her. I stood up and shed my robe displaying my naked glory to this woman. Even at her six feet, I was still more that a foot taller than her. There was no fight. She merely stared at me passively accepting her fate. Katherine Meyers had embraced the female side of the cosmic essence, the Power of the Bitch.

I decided to show her the male element of the essence, the POWER of the COCK. While the Bitch by very definition was self serving woman whose sole satisfaction came from inflicting pain on others, the COCK, unlike the penis whose purpose was impregnation, was an instrument to bestow sexual pleasure to women.

"LOOK at IT! CUNT! My COCK! The power of a god! I roared down to her. I allowed my power to expand and my cock to harden and swelled before her eyes.

"FUCK YOU! Arrggh!!!" She defiantly shouted back as her pussy became exposed to the ultimate pleasure of my cock's dominance. "You BASTARD, your COCK is putting me on my knees." I watched her knees give out as she fell down to a position of submission.