Chapter 1: Cindy's Interview

Edited by Master Ken

Notes: This takes place during Chapters 34 and 40.

Monday, September 2nd, 2013 – Cindy Mayflower – South Hill, WA

I lounged naked in Doctor Willow's exam room, enjoying the afterglow of my orgasm. My mother moaned and gasped beneath Doctor Willow. The Doctor had a thick strap-on and was fucking Mom hard. Our Monday gynecological visits were the best part of our week. Somehow, during the last month-and-a-half, we had become more than Doctor Willow's patients—we had become her lovers. I took a deep breath, the air filled with the scent of pussy. Mine, mom's, Doctor Willow's, and Nurse Hayfa's cunts all mixed together to form this wonderful, intoxicating fragrance.

I frowned; it was a familiar scent, but something was missing. I took another deep breath, trying to place what was missing. "You don't use those sweet-smelling incense anymore," I suddenly realized, blurting out my words without thinking.

Beautiful nurse Hayfa—busy washing the dildo Doctor Willow had just fucked me with—turned and smiled, "You and your mom are comfortable enough now, you don't need them to relax." Her accent was exotic and musical.

She was naked, her dusky skin lustrous. My eyes fell to her ass—beautiful, full, round, heart-shaped. I wanted to kneel behind her, spread her cheeks, and taste her. As she washed, she shifted her hips, waggling that gorgeous butt invitingly at me.

"Fuck me! Make me cum, Doctor Willow!" Mom moaned.

I glanced over to see Doctor Willow's cinnamon ass, also nicely shaped, pumping up and down as she humped my mother. It was part of our treatment for Prevarication Syndrome. I'm not sure how having a dildo pleasuring us—especially attached to the beautiful Doctor Willow—cured it; I just knew how much I loved the treatments.

My gaze was drawn back to Hayfa. I couldn't resist that ass. I had read the Odyssey last year in English, and that ass was a siren, calling to me. Like Odysseus's crew, I was helplessly drawn to Hayfa's gorgeous rear. I walked across the small exam room—echoing with Mom and Doctor Willow's passion—and knelt behind the Arabic nurse, and gave each cheek a quick peck.

"What are you doing back there, amira?" Hayfa asked. Amira was Hayfa's nickname for me; it meant 'princess' and it made me feel so special when she said it.

I didn't answer, deciding to let my actions speak for me, and spread her dusky cheeks. Her asshole was almost the same shade of brown as her skin, blending in. I let my tiny tongue gently taste the sour of her ass. I probed her wrinkled anus with my tongue, then pressed it forward into her asshole like a little dildo. Her bowels were hot and rough, twitching about my invading tongue

"Oh, you delightful sharmoota!" she moaned. "Tongue my ass!"

She gasped as I slipped two fingers into her drenched cunt. The nurses always had to watch Doctor Willow make love to Mom and me, and I always felt so bad for them that they didn't get to enjoy themselves. I worked my tongue as deep into her sour ass as I could while my hand busied with her pussy. My thumb found her clit and she gasped, clenching her ass about my tongue.

"Oh, yes, stir me up!" she purred. "Telhas bokhshi!"

I fingered her faster as I worshiped her tasty, sour ass. Her breath grew more ragged, her pants higher pitched. Her hips writhed and shook. She let out a low, throaty moan, and her entire body went momentarily rigid. Juices flooded the hand fingering her pussy as a powerful orgasm rippled through her.

"Thank you, amira," she panted. "That was so nice."

She turned, pulled me to my feet, and gave me a loving kiss. "You're welcome," I beamed at her, proud that I had made her cum.

I turned just in time to watch Doctor Willow cum with Mom, the two shrieking loudly. Their breasts—one pair ivory, the other cinnamon—mashed together, nipples kissing. Doctor Willow collapsed on my mom, nuzzling her neck as the pair luxuriated in their afterglows. After a moment, the Doctor sighed, kissed my mom on the lips, then climbed off of her.

"Thank you, Doctor," Mom breathed; her body flushed.

"It was my pleasure," Doctor Willow answered as Nurse Hayfa began removing the strap-on from her. "How are your jobs going, Pearl?"

"Terrible," Mom answered, "Neither one gives me enough hours, and I don't have enough time to go home between them. They're running me ragged, and I can barely pay the bills."

Doctor Willow smiled, "I have an exciting opportunity for you and your daughter."

"What?" Mom asked, her voice a mix of hope and caution.

"The Living Gods are going to need servants," she answered, stepping out of the harness. "I don't know exactly when, but you and your daughter are just the sort of candidates they're looking for." I felt heat flush through me as Doctor Willow's considering gaze fell on my body.

"When would it start?" Mom asked.

"The interviews probably won't be for a while," Willow answered. "The mansion is months away from being completed, but the Gods may need servants sooner than that. So I've been instructed to offer retainers to keep potential candidates available at a moment's notice. You would each be paid $3000 a month."

"$3000!" Mom spluttered. "Each?"

The doctor nodded. "You'd just have to agree to a few stipulations. Hayfa, the contracts."

"Yes, Doctor," Hayfa murmured, my eyes following her ass as she swayed across the room. She produced several pieces of papers and handed one to each of us.

I examined it. I'd have to keep in shape—healthy eating and daily exercise—and attend weekly church service at one of the Living Churches springing up like mold across the Puget Sound. I blinked at the last stipulation. I would have to be willing to let the Gods, both Mark and Mary, use my body for sex, whether with Them or a third party of their choice. If hired, I would have to swear my soul to the Gods in exchange for eternal youth and their love.

Mom bit her lip, glancing at me. "This sounds like we would be ... what? Their bang-maids?"

I flushed, picturing the God, Mark; He was handsome, young, with piercing blue eyes, and His Goddess was perhaps the most beautiful woman in existence. My pussy moistened, thinking about lying with a God. He's like a prince from a fairy tail—the perfect man. I was dying to try out a real cock. I was too afraid to let any of the boys who went to Rogers High School make love to me, but Mark ... I would definitely let Him ravish me. Sometimes, when I masturbate with my dildo—part of my Prevarication Syndrome treatment—I would imagine it was Mark making gentle love to me.

Why did I have to be sick the day Mark came to my High School last June? It seemed like He had ravished half of my female classmates. It was more proof of His Godhood; what normal man could fuck that many women in a day, let alone get an entire locker room full of girls to have an orgy with Him. All the girls He had fucked talked about how amazing He was. I could have been one of those girls if it wasn't for the darn stomach flu!

"Exactly," Doctor Willow answered. "They're very lustful beings, and all of those who serve them have agreed to this."

"Even you?" Mom asked.

"Even me."

Mom chewed on her lip. "Eternal youth ... is that possible?"

"They're Gods; anything is possible."

"Why do they need my daughter, she's only fifteen?"

"I'm old enough," I interrupted. "You don't mind when Doctor Willow or Nurse Hayfa touches me."

"That's for your treatments," Mom pointed out.

"He's so handsome," I sighed, "I wouldn't mind, Mom. Not with Him."

"You're a package deal," Doctor Willow said. "He'll love the mother-daughter combination."

Mom kept chewing her lip; I was afraid she was going to gnaw it off. "Please, Mom," I wheedled. "You wouldn't have to work those crappy jobs. We'd have more than enough money!"

She stared at me for the longest time. "Fine," she sighed.

Wednesday, October 2nd, 2013 – Cindy Mayflower – Murano Hotel, Tacoma, WA

Our lives had changed when Mom and I had signed our contracts. Doctor Willow had immediately handed us each a check for $3000. It was one of those fancy business checks, larger than the ones Mom used to pay rent. Mom was able to quit her jobs, and we started hitting the gym and eating healthy. No more McDonalds for dinner!

Like most of the country, last Saturday we had fallen under the evil Brandon's spell, forced to think he was a god. Luckily, two days ago Mark and Mary defeated him and revealed their glory—naked and wreathed in flames, the perfect embodiment of human strength and beauty—to the entire world. Then last night, Doctor Willow had called, saying an SUV would arrive to take us to our maid interviews with our Gods. I was so excited to finally serve Them.

Only if I passed my interview.

I couldn't sleep for the longest time; too afraid that Mark would hate me. He would take one look at my budding breasts—I barely even needed to wear a training bra—and my flat ass and think I was too young and childish instead of my mature fifteen. I was a sophomore in high school, and far more mature than the girls my age. I just wished I looked it! And why did I have these stupid braces! They made me seem eleven!

At precisely 9:00AM, two women dressed like slutty cops knocked on our door. A sandy-blonde beauty, her round breasts about to fall out of her half-opened bodice, smiled at me when I opened the door. "I'm 23, and this is 24," she said, motioning to the dusky-skinned cop next to her—she looked similar to the Arabic nurse Hayfa. Both had silver chokers about their necks inscribed with a number, and a curious, bronze amulet dangling between their tits. "We're looking for Pearl and Cindy Mayflower."

"I'm Cindy," I smiled, trying to hide my nervousness.

The Arabic 24 eyed me. "He is going to to eat you up, balim." I didn't know what to say to that, but it brought a searing blush to my cheeks. 24 grinned, nodding her head. "He is definitely going to devour you."

"Is it them?" Mom shouted from the back of the house.

"Yes," I answered.

I heard her mutter a bad word. "I'll be just a minute!"

"We need to search your daughter anyways, ma'am!" 23 shouted back.

"So start stripping," 24 ordered, her tone firm, commanding.

"I ... what?" I asked.

"If you're not bound, we need to search you before you can be allowed into the Hotel," 23 answered.

Bound? Where they going to tie me up? "Okay."

I was wearing a new dress, cute and sexy, that laced up in the back, and cupped what little breasts I had, pushing them up to suggest I had some cleavage. It made me seem older. I reached behind me, starting to fumble for the lace, when 23 slapped my hands away and started unlacing me herself. The dress fell down, and underneath I wore only a garter belt and white stockings.

"Oh, he is definitely going to eat you up," 24 purred, groping me. "Especially with those braces. Umm, balim, after your interview, we can get together. I get off at six."

I flushed at her directness. "Maybe," I squeaked. Was she wanting to have sex with me?

"You're going to love serving them, the benefits are definitely worth it."

Mom came out to see the two cops running their hands all over my body, sliding fingers into my intimate spots, and tweaking my nipples. I was flushed and horny when the two cops finished, the Arabic cop licking her fingers that had just been wiggling inside my pussy. They turned to my mother and quickly stripped her, hands fondling her inmate places.

I reached for my dress to put it on. 24 saw me, objected, "The Gods would rather see you naked. Uniforms will be provided if you're hired."

I flushed and nodded. Mom moaned and groaned, and was as flustered as I was when they finished their 'search'. I was pretty sure it was unnecessary; more for the depraved enjoyment of the cops then to protect the Gods. Well, we agreed to be the Gods' living sex toys, so I should get used to being fondled. Besides, it was kinda exciting, and my pussy was definitely aching to be 'searched' some more.

I fidgeted the entire ride, my poor pussy on fire. When we arrived at the Murano Hotel in downtown Tacoma, it was cold outside, and my nipples became as hard as diamonds when I stepped out of the SUV. Just a hundred feet away, the crowd of pilgrims that filled the street could see our nudity, and a great cry went through them. They must know that we were here to please the Gods and they were jealous of our good fortune. Many held signs proclaiming their willingness to be the Gods' lovers. It was exciting, all these eyes lusting after me, and if it wasn't for the cold wind whipping my blonde tresses, I would have been tempted to stay and bask in their attention.

Two more bodyguards flanked the doors, black rifles slung about their shoulders, and opened them up for us. It was blessedly warm inside, and my teeth stopped chattering almost immediately. About a dozen naked women sat nervously in the lobby, fidgeting in their seats. Soft chatter filled the air, like the warble of a flock of birds, going silent every time there was the slightest disturbance, looking around for the source, before they resumed their chirping. They were all beautiful, from as young as fourteen or fifteen, to as old as their late thirties. Most were in their twenties. I recognized many as patients of Doctor Willow, suffering from Prevarication Syndrome like Mom and me.

Doctor Willow and her receptionist Jayda entered the lounge, a clipboard in their hands. "Asuka, Tomoyo," the doctor read off her clipboard. A naked, Japanese teen—long hair as black as night, newly-budding breasts, and creamy, olive skin—stood up. The Doctor led her up to the elevator.

They were going alphabetical by last name; when one interview was finished, they would call down for the next interviewee, one at a time, although once a pair of sisters went up together. The interviewees were always escorted by either Jayda or Doctor Willow. Usually the elevator would return with only the doctor or her receptionist, but sometimes a sobbing woman would walk out, muttering, "I couldn't do it," or, "It's too much to ask of a person."

"Mayflower, Cindy and Pearl," Jayda called. She was all smiles as she led us into the elevator. "Don't be scared, Cindy, they won't hurt you."

"Did you sell your soul to them?" I asked, a tremble passing through my body.

She smiled, nodding, "It's quite pleasant to do, but you'll be bound to them forever. Even in death. But the rewards..." Her smile grew ecstatic. "The rewards are worth it."