Chapter 11

After the FBI assault on our headquarters in New York, the threat of the mother goddess and her followers became very real. Despite my eagerness to make a stand now, Ariel and my counsel persuaded me that we should retreat to a more defendable location. While the first battle for the dominion of the world was easily won, it was now clear that Katherine Meyer's assault was the independent act of an overzealous follower of Tulsa.

Of course, Kathy was no longer a follower of the Osgoth but one of my many devoted worshipper. I refused to make the same mistake I did with Divine Johnson and Kathy was converted the same night of the attack. I allowed her to sample both the profound pleasure and power of my godhood. But Kathy's untimely attack made us all realize that a far more powerful attack was inevitable. The Osgoth would not jeopardize her dominance of this world.

If she attacked with fully energized Kari females, the assault would have to be quick and overwhelming. She could not afford to allow her followers to become fully acquainted with the nature of my power. Even with less than a year's growth of my god muscle's power, it was clear that no Kari woman could resist my cock. My converted women gave me absolute authority over them. There was not a request I could not make that a woman would not gladly do for me. A thousand women already were donating their money and time to my temple without me even asking. Sexually my every whim was immediately catered too. A mere fleeting erotic thought that entered my mind could cause dozens of beautiful women to get into a sexual frenzy.

Within two weeks of the attack, we had relocated to Santa Barbara in California. We had secured a thirty acre ranch house with at least a dozen guest houses from a recently converted actress. Unlike New York, the ranch was secluded and easily defendable from assault. Our original concern about keeping me in close proximity to a source of beautiful Kari females was no longer an issue. My informal networks of recruiters were reaching out to thousands of beautiful women. The word was out - if you were ambitious and drop death gorgeous, you're every wish could be instantly granted by joining the ranks of the sisterhood of Tito.

However, Santa Barbara was only a temporary stay. We needed a secure location outside the realm of national governments which the Osgoth could use to strike our headquarters and harass my worshippers. It was increasingly becoming clear the American capital was being infiltrated with the Mother's Goddess' worshippers and other political groups that were indirectly allied with her. It was only a matter of time before the American government would become an unwitting combatant in the struggle between me and Tulsa Kahn.

Before my high priestesses could devise a plan for a new location, it came to us by an unforeseen circumstance. Her name was Mercedes Garcia Lopez. She was the wife of Carlos Lopez, the interior minister of Argentina. This stunning South American beauty stood at 5'10" with brown hair and spectacular legs and beasts. At only 26, she had been Miss South America and enjoyed a career as an international model before marrying one of the emerging political figures in her home country. Despite her successes, her wealth, and her position as wife to one of the most ambitious men in Argentina, Mercedes Garcia Lopez suffered an acute sense of dissatisfaction with her life. Like all unenlightened beautiful Kari, she had the need to give meaning to her empty life. She innately understood that there was something out there that could fill the burning emptiness of her privileged womanhood, and she was determined to discover it. Unlike many clueless women in her position, Mercedes understood that her emptiness could only be made whole with power and that power aroused her sexually to no end. Of course she had no idea of the nature of the power that biology demand she submit too, just that power some how was the answer to her emptiness.

Her life had been directed at finding this elusive power. She had obtained fame as Miss South America, and later greater fame and fortune as a model. When those things proved to be inadequate, she sought greater fortune and political power by marrying Senor Lopez. It was only after a year of marriage that she came to the conclusion that her needs were so great that her successes, her husband success, or anything else she could imagine in life could never possibly fill her cavernous need. In her depression, she took a vacation to see her friend and former lover from her modeling days in Hollywood, California.

Her friend, Frankie Beck, was a former model turned Hollywood superstar in the last 6 months. As a complete unknown actress, Frankie's first film became one of the highest grossing films of all time. At the time of Mercedes' visit, she was going to start her third film the following month. It was during Mercedes' visit that she began to learn about the Tito Ra Society. Frankie was one of my priestesses and her sudden rise to fame in movies was merely a byproduct of about a quart of cosmic nectar that I pumped into her.

Using her husband's political connections, Mercedes was able to discover enough information about the Sisterhood to contact us directly. Ordinarily, we would have reject Mercedes requests to join us due solely to her marital status. Kari female or not we had long ago decided to refuse married women admission to avoid any social upheaval. However, Mercedes unique position as wife of a leading South American politician opened the door to a plan to relocate my growing harem of worshippers to an isolated island chain 500 miles off the coast of Argentina. So a deal was struck with Mercedes, Senor Lopez, and me.

The sisterhood would acquire the isolated Catina islands and Mercedes; in exchange Senor Lopez was given the presidency and a ten fold increase in his wealth. Despite his initial reaction, Lopez willing accepted my generous offer. However, it was really Mercedes who came out really ahead. She got to serve me in the most intimate and exclusive position as a body priestess.

Five years later in the Catina islands. The sun rises in the east casting its early morning rays over my three islands. I stand between two pillars of my palace on the western most islands surveying the rest of my domain. To the east lies the main island, Xanadu, with its 3 luxury hotels, permanent residences and shops. To the world, it is merely a resort for extremely wealthy, beautiful and powerful women to escapes from the struggles of life. The reality is that Xanadu is the Mecca of my worship as a god and what makes me a god, my god muscle. Outside of the 5,000 priestesses comprising the administration of my priestess hood, the island will have on average 25,000 guests making the pilgrimage to the great mesa atop Xanadu where my temples and scared pools dominate the landscape. Even this early in the morning, I can see the magical purple mist hovering over the top mesa, a by product of their nightly vigil of worship awaiting my morning arrival. I can hear the pleas of each woman with the same clarity I can hear thoughts of all my women in the world. They want many things, but pray for the one thing which they know will give them all their other desires. For this morning, like every day before, I will give them what they grovel and beg for... the power of my 26 inch cock.

There is a third island. It is called Harbor Island. Harbor Island, the island furthest to the east is the gateway to the Catina islands. It houses an airport and port as well as housing for 50,000 laborers, mostly from the mainland of South America. My girls call them affectionately the Caretakers because they serve my sisterhood. They are paid well and have all accommodations provided for them. But like the ancient city of Medites, their minds and souls are bent to the wills of my priestesses. They are totally loyal and committed to the beautiful women who control them.

My thoughts are interrupted by the voice of Mercedes, my high body slave, "Great god Tito Ra, your baths await you."

"Thank you Mercedes" I acknowledge cheerfully. I look downward at the three women at my feet. "It is time girls." I say.

I have two girls hugging my legs and gently licking both sides of my flaccid cock in long 12 inch stokes. A third women lies on her back like a door mat under me. She erotically positioned herself both for my visual pleasure and to insure that should any precum drop from my mighty cock head it would not be desecrated on the floor.

The girls sigh in disappointment and disengage from my legs, then prostrate themselves before me and thank me for allowing them to worship my cock. I turn and walk towards the massive bathing chamber that is adjacent to my bedroom. The spacious marble room can accommodate a 100 people easily, which is necessary since 30 gorgeous priestesses are present during my bath on any given day. But before my bath, I must relieve my bladder.

Before me is a European style urinal which amounts to nothing more than a porcelain hole in the floor. Beautiful naked women surround me kneeling submissively as my 30 pound cock is raised by a dozen female hands and gently placed atop two women to form a pedestal for my cock's path toward the floor. I mount the top woman placing her upturned face against my grapefruit sized balls as my enormous 18" travel the length of her torso so that the massive head rests atop her bubbling wet pussy. I can feel her hot juices warm the underside of the head of my cock as the enormous ridge of my cock actual penetrates her wide spread pussy.

"Before you my Lord is Samantha and Renu." Mercedes announces pointing to the floor urinal. Lying in the large basin are two beautiful and naked women, one blonde and the other a gorgeous Indian woman, each women situated on there back and joined between their legs. Their velvet shaven pussies embraced in an erotic kiss before me.