WARNING: If this sort of thing – puking, incestuous, lesbian sex, with some cockgirls thrown in for fun – isn’t your jam, please do not read it. I want folks to enjoy, not be disgusted traumatized. I mean that wholeheartedly.
On the other hand, if this is your jam, pull up a chair!
This is a continuation of a prior storyline, and if you haven’t read the previous five stories, it will be very, very confusing. To get caught up, first check out the “Thanksgiving in Reverse” trilogy, Parts I – III, then read “The Priestess of Emesis”, Volumes I and II.
This story wraps up Sindee’s second trilogy. A final trilogy is currently in the works to put the series to bed completely.
Enjoy!
FINAL IMPORTANT NOTE: This is meant as a deviant fantasy, not something to be emulated. Frequent vomiting is bad for you, and can even kill you. Remember, there is always help available. (800-662-HELP).
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Chapter 1
Sindee, Goddess of All Emesis, sighed as she stepped from her personal portal in her temple on Olympus down to a nonde*********** alleyway. She adjusted her slinky, skin-tight dress, making sure her cock wasn’t too prominent. Her similarly substantial tits were very prominent, her nipples pressing against the fabric threatened to break through, and her hair was done just right. Then she stepped from the alley out onto the main sidewalk. Across the street was a former church.
And, if her intelligence was right, inside was Hera’s long-lost daughter, Aviana.
It was a Tuesday midday the week of Thanksgiving. The next evening the long holiday weekend – the highest holiday to Sindee’s adherents – would begin. And with it would come the glory of women vomiting on women, eating each other’s spew. The lucky ones would have a family member to share it with – mothers and daughters, sister on sister, and so on. Some would celebrate alone. But whatever their situation, this was the weekend to unleash their divine emesis.
But before the weekend’s festivities, there was one last bit of business to take care of.
Sindee knew she was taking a chance. If her instincts were wrong, she could end up driving an even bigger wedge between Hera, queen of the gods, and her estranged daughter. Luckily, her instincts were usually right, but that didn’t help with the butterflies that were ransacking her stomach. You would think that once you became a goddess these sorts of things would disappear, but there it was.
She strode purposefully across the street and approached the front of the deconsecrated church. Temerity would never do in these situation. Diplomacy and strength would win the day. She adjusted her tiny black dress one more time and knocked on the door.
At first there was no response. Sindee noted that the car in the driveway matched the de***********ion she had been given as belonging to Aviana. Then she glanced up and caught sight of a camera slyly hidden to the side of the door. Someone was watching her.
She looked straight into the lens.
“Aviana, my name is Sindee. I have some important business I need to discuss with you.”
Nothing.
Sindee considered leaving, giving up. She glanced up and down the street. Maybe Aviana had gone for a walk, or gone out to the market. There was stores within walking distance. Should she come back another time?
The big wooden doors to the old church opened. A woman stood there, she was over six feet tall and had striking almost bird-like features. Her substantial bust was braless under a sleeveless T-shirt that was cut-off just low enough to barely be decent, and a pair of khaki shorts. But most surprisingly, she was completely bald.
This was definitely Aviana. Her gaze seemed to cut right through Sindee but with a slight smile teasing her lips.
“You do know it’s considered poor taste for goddesses to go recruiting door-to-door, right?” Aviana said, in a tone that wasn’t quite a sneer but was interlaced with gentle, bemused sarcasm.
Sindee allowed herself a smile.
“It’s not our normal style,” she said, meeting Aviana’s gaze with smiling eyes. “But in a few special cases we make an exception. Especially when the candidate has the scent of the divine on her.”
“Once one has been touched by the divine, the fragrance lingers. But I assure you I have no truck with the gods these days.”
“And that’s why I am here,” Sindee said. “May I come in for a few minutes?”
“Are you some kind of emissary?”
“Not officially. I am here of my own free will trying to set right a past mistake.”
Aviana didn’t respond, she simply stepped back and gestured for Sindee to enter.
The main living area of the old church looked sort of bohemian with an antique desk and a couple bookshelves, along with some couches and an easy chair. Aviana disappeared into the kitchen and came back with a pair of wine glasses. Nothing like a little day drinking. She allowed herself a sip then turned back to Aviana, who was sitting on a couch across from her taking stock.
“Sindee, Puke Goddess and Divine Emissary. Why are you here?”
“As I said, I came of my own free will. None others but my retinue of Goddesses and Priestesses of Emesis even know I am here. So I am taking a chance by being here.”
Aviana laughed. “Is my name now so accursed on Mount Olympus that it is against the rules for a deity to even visit me?”
“No, no,” Sindee leaned forward, alarmed. “Not at all. Just the opposite. Your mother, she has many regrets.”
“Then why has she never contacted me?” Aviana asked.
“She has had no idea how to reach you. You disappeared the day after your falling out and dropped off the radar. She wasn’t even sure you were alive. It was just due to your…unique talents that you came across my radar.”
“So she didn’t send the Furies?”
“The Furies? Most definitely not.”
There was a stone fireplace on the side of the room. It became the target of Aviana’s thrown wineglass.
“Are you fucking kidding me? All these years, and she had nothing to do with the Furies? Ugh. Tell my mother that after I stormed off Olympus, the Furies came after me doing that whole ‘vengeance against the child who wronged their parents’ thing. And…”
Sindee held up her hand.
“Would you be willing to tell her yourself? I think there has been a terrible misunderstanding.”
“I haven’t talked to Hera…my mother…in centuries,” Aviana responded, her eyes misting.
“And that weighs heavily on her shoulders. Come with me back to Olympus. Talk to her, she misses you so.”
“I can’t come back to Olympus. In a moment of anger I denounced my mother and the gods. That trio of bitches appeared and asked me if I meant it. I said I never wanted to set foot on Olympus again. So the Furies stole from me most of my divinity. Not all, mind you. They seemed to take great pleasure in leaving me with just enough to make sure I live a long life regretting my mistakes. I assumed that was at Hera’s behest.”
“Hera had no idea.”
Sindee rose and hugged the now-weeping Aviana. When her sobbing slowed, Sindee took her cheeks in her hands and kissed her forehead.
“Let me call your mother. Let me get her here. We can talk this through and figure out how to get your divinity back from the Furies.”
Chapter 2
Weeping, sobbing, sloppy reunions like the one between Hera and Aviana are both beautiful and awkward. Once Hera arrived, Sindee slipped from the room and went for a walk for about a half hour, allowing the women to have some time alone. But recognizing that her high holiday weekend was beginning the following evening, she knew time was running short. So after 30 minutes, she gently knocked on the church door and pushed it open slowly, peering inside. Hera and Aviana were sitting on the couch, sipping wine. Surprisingly, they were both still fully dressed. Also in attendance were Persephone – Death Goddess, Hecate – Witch Goddess, and Abby and Luna – Goddesses of Death Emesis.
“Oh, you’re back. You didn’t have to leave,” Hera said, smiling.
“I wanted you two to have a little bit of…you know…alone time. But I see you had…um…other ideas.”
“We can do that when we get Aviana’s divinity back – or during your high holiday celebrations,” the Queen of Olympus said with a salacious wink, her hand far up her daughter’s thigh, gently stroking what looked like an erect cock through the fabric. Aviana giggled.
“I really appreciate you indoctrinating my mother,” Aviana said. “She seems really interested in testing out my sensitive throat.” She also added a wink that was highly inappropriate.
Sindee took a seat.
“We have developed a plan to get Aviana’s divinity back from the Furies,” Persephone said. “Maggie, Tissie, and Allie will be holding court tonight at their temple in the underworld around 6:00 PM. Here’s the plan…”
Sindee listened. It was not just a good plan, it was a brilliant, devious, vengeful plan that would turn the Furies’ powers back against them. She loved it.
“So you’re onboard?” Aviana asked.
“Oh hell yeah,” Sindee said. “This should be delicious.”
Sindee got a text on her phone and checked it. The message was from Uma and asked when she would be back in her temple, she had something they needed to discuss.
“Hey, I’ve got some business back at the temple. Let’s all meet at my earthly place around 5:00 to go over the final logistics. Sound good?”
There were nods around the room, then Sindee slipped back through a portal to the temple.
High Priestess Uma and Priestesses Angie and Teagan were both standing next to her throne in their diaphanous togas. Angie looked Sindee and her LBD up and down.
“Wow, somebody looks like they had a hot date,” she said.
“Not really, just trying to make a good impression on some oversexed goddesses, that’s all,” she replied, seating herself on her throne. “What’s up?”
Uma looked down at the floor and played absently with her hands.
“I’ve been thinking about your offer to give me a cock, and I’ve been feeling a little hesitant about it.”
“Okay,” Sindee said. “Anything in particular that bothers you about it?”
“It just doesn’t feel like me. I’m small, and cocks look best on ladies with at least a little bit of meat on their bones. Plus, I feel like I’m a girl, 100%, and I like my plumbing the way it is. Isn’t that okay?”
Sindee suddenly realized just how uncomfortable Uma was with the whole idea. She slipped from her throne and embraced her high priestess.
“Of course it’s okay,” Sindee said. “I want you to be happy.”
“Thank you,” Uma whispered as they hugged. “But since you wanted one of your priestesses to have a cock, I was thinking…”
They disengaged and Sindee noticed that it was Angie’s turn to stare at the floor and look uncomfortable. She smiled.
“I love the idea,” Sindee said before Uma could even finish. She turned and hugged Angie. “You already got so much freaky equipment, how could I say no? What, exactly, did you guys have in mind?”
Angie smiled. “Can you just turn my clit into a cock and leave everything else the way it is? I like my other parts the way they are.”
“Absolutely,” Sindee said.
“Do you want to do it this weekend?” Angie asked.
“No, actually, I want to do it right now because we could use another cock tonight. Let me fill you in…”
Chapter 3
Sindee had ditched her LBD for a more standard Olympian toga and she slipped from her portal onto the beach next to the river Styx. Next to her was a line of people about twenty deep, both from the underworld and from above, who were coming to seek out redress from the goddesses whose duty was to enact vengeance on behalf of those wronged. Sindee, being a goddess, had permission to skip the line and move to the very front. The mere mortals knew better than to do anything but look in awe, lest they be denied their chance to plead their case.
Allie, Tissie, and Maggie were sitting in thrones on the beach in lower-half togas and upper-half leather black bikini tops. Behind them, their onyx palace rose from the hills of the underworld. Their eyes were black without pupils, and their dark hair was intertwined with small serpents that slithered between the strands, disappearing then reappearing.
The human who had been making her case was brusquely gestured away by Tissie, and the Furies turned their pupil-less black eyes to Sindee, who cast her eyes downward, took a hesitant step forward, then slipped to her knees and bowed her head as in supplication.
“Why, it’s the new girl,” said Tissie. “That one that just was made a goddess last year, brought a whole retinue with her.”
“Sindee, the puke goddess, if I recall correctly,” said Maggie.
“And she’s been a goddess a whole year and is just now coming down to visit us,” sneered Allie. “Of course, it’s when they want something they visit the Furies. But just a visit? No, not a chance. Typical goddess. So you, Sindee the puke girl, what’s it that you want from us?”
Sindee did her best impression of a woman torn by some deep, internal wound. She gulped and sniffed, and even forced a tear to run down her cheek. The Furies fell silent.
“Child, this must be some wound you carry,” Allie said.
“Tell us,” Tissie prompted. “All you need to tell us is who it is, what they did, and your request for punishment.”
Sindee sniffled then reached into her toga, pulling out a piece of paper. She began to read.
“My dearest, dearest friend,” she said, then broke down in sobs.
The Furies watched in silence for a moment. Finally Tissie broke the silence.
“Just tell me, how bad was the harm?”
“She suffered for years,” Sindee said, her eyes downcast.
“And how severe is your punishment you are asking for? Is it something permanent or just restoration and maybe a little hurt in return.”
“Just that…restoration and a little hurt in return.”
Allie nodded. “Just how much hurt are we talking about. Permanent damage, or just some injuries that can be healed in a few weeks, or maybe a few months of therapy.”
Sindee sniffled. “That, light damage, some minor emotional scars.”
“And that’s all that’s written on that paper?” Allie continued. Sindee nodded.
The Furies looked at each other, then Tissie smiled.
“What you have on that paper is hereby granted.”
There was a surge of electricity in the air. The Furies’ eyes got wide. Allie had just enough time to spit out a “You tricked us, you b—” before there was a sound like a wet rag being slapped against concrete and the Furies vanished.
Sindee rose slowly and turned to the crowd.
“Sorry guys, the Furies won’t be back for a couple of days. They have business elsewhere.”
The portal she had stepped through glowed again, and Sindee’s mother Marlene and aunt Cathy, the Goddesses of Health Emesis slipped out, clad in the same outfits the Furies had been wearing.
“For the next few days, these two ladies will be dispensing justice – not vengeance, but justice. Because that’s what this gig should be all about.”
Marlene and Cathy took positions in a couple of the Furies’ chairs, then Sindee slipped back through the portal.
Chapter 4
“You fucking cunt! You tricked us! You think because you’re a new goddess you’re hot shit. But we’ve been divine since before your ancestors were painting pictures on the cave wall with berries and deer shit. We’ll have our revenge, mark my words.” Allie only paused in her spewing because a bucket of filth was dumped over her head.
Sindee had ditched her outfit and was standing naked, arms crossed, next to the pond in her backyard, which was now filled with foul mud, fetid water, rotting corpses, slime, and all manners of creepy crawly creatures slithering through the muck. It was delightful. A dozen feet offshore, on a shallow mud bar, Allie, Maggie, and Tissie were chained on their hands and knees in the filth. Priestesses Teagan and Angie – who was thoroughly enjoying her new gigantic cock – were standing next to the Furies throwing bucketfuls of filth on top of them every time one of them opened their mouth. The asps that normally populated the Furies’ hair were gone and strands were pasted to their face with muck.
Hera was standing next to Sindee, as was Aphrodite, Persephone, and High Priestess Uma. Aviana was standing to the side with Hecate, looking angry. Gina, who had just joined the party, was standing next to the portal taking the scene in.
But, despite the vitriol from the Furies, all eyes were really on the three glowing spheres hovering off to the side. They were blue and about a foot across – the divinity of the Furies. Missing, however, was Aviana’s divinity.
Hera pointed towards her daughter, Aviana.
“Do you recognize her?” she asked.
“Fuck you,” Tissie spat.
“You forget who I am, peon. I’ll ask one more time,” Hera said, but got no reply.
“Have it your way,” Sindee murmured, shaking her head. She gestured Aviana forward.
Aviana slipped into the muck. She reached down, pulling handfuls of the filth and rubbing it across herself, coating her body with fetid slime, covering her bald head with it, then retching and adding a layer of her own spew on top of it. Then she leaned down, shoved her face into the filth, and sucked a mouthful up and swallowed it, followed by two more. She smiled and moved towards the Furies.
“That’s disgusting!” Allie said. “What the fuck is wrong with you. You’re monsters. Stay the fuck away from us!”
Aviana moved in front of Allie, grabbed her hair, and jerked her head upwards. Allie’s mouth automatically opened. Aviana leaned down as if she were going to kiss the Fury, but when her lips were just an inch from Allie’s, she vomited – ejecting the filth she had just swallowed back out and straight into Allie’s mouth.
The Fury spit and coughed, gagging and almost losing her own stomach contents. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Get away from me.”
Aviana moved to Tissie, yanking her face up to hers by her hair.
“You really, truly don’t recognize me?”
Tissie tried to turn her head away, Aviana held her firm. But she refused to meet Aviana’s eyes, though their faces were inches apart. Aviana slapped Tissie hard across the face, then let her head fall.
“Am I a mystery to you?,” Aviana asked looking at all three Furies, her face stained with filth and puke and looking utterly radiant. “Do you recognize me?”
The Furies exchanged a glance.
“I don’t know shit about you,” Allie sneered. “And if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.”
Aviana laughed. She reached down and stroked her immense cock, then moved behind Tissie. The former Fury who had lost her divinity had gone back to having a normal, human, almost virgin asshole. It was pink and puckered and it looked like it had never been penetrated.
Aviana reached down and pulled up a handful of filthy mud and squished it into Tissie’s asshole. The Fury cursed.
“That’s not a goddess’s asshole anymore, it’s mortal and virginal. Be fucking careful,” she swore.
“I know,” Aviana laughed. “That’s the point.” To the accompaniment of Tissie’s howls, she forced three fingers from each hand into the virginal sphincter and wrenched it open. The untrammeled human flesh of Tissie’s new, human asshole tore, adding blood to the filth that was already coating her ass.
Aviana laughed, her big filth-covered tits shaking as she did so. She forced her entire fist into Tissie’s asshole, pulled out, then leaned over and vomited into the Fury’s freshly-ruined ass.
Tissie screamed. “You bitch, you bitch, you total biiiii-” Her last word was cut off by a groan when Aviana drove her giant meat into Tissie’s ass. “You fucking freak of nature! Women don’t have cocks…ugh fuck that hurts!”
Aviana was driving her immense cock hard in and out of Tissies filth, puke, and blood-filled asshole. Tissie strained against the chains that held her in the muck, to no avail. Her entire body was taut in her agony.
“Recognize me now, bitch?” Aviana sneered.
“Fuck you!”
Aviana ramped up the pace, slamming her body hard against the Fury’s ass, making her hips quake with each stroke. Tissie’s tits quivered in the mud and filth. Something slithered between her tits and her hips, and she screeched. But still Avian pounded her.
Sindee slipped up next to Tissie and pulled her face up to look at her.
“Is this jogging your memory?” she said sweetly.
“When this is over, I’ll give you a punishment you’ll never forget.”
“No, I don’t think you will,” said Sindee. “Open your mouth.”
Tissie slipped her lips closed and turned away.
“Oh, how cute,” Sindee said. “You’re a mortal now, and I’m a goddess. Now open your mouth.”
Tissie kept her mouth closed, despite the pounding still being delivered by Aviana. Sindee shook her head. She reached down and gently tapped Tissie on the temple. Against her will, Tissie’s mouth opened wide.
“Neat trick, huh?” Sindee crooned. “Hera taught me that. Useful for a puke goddess when dealing with a finicky mortal.”
Sindee reached down into the muck and coated her gargantuan cock with the filth. Tissie, her mouth now stuck open, shook her head, her eyes wide.
“What? You don’t want that filth in your mouth? How about this?” She leaned forward, pulled Tissie’s head back, and vomited straight into her face.
The Fury fought and struggled with hands that were chained and a mouth that was stuck open. She tried to force the puke out of her mouth but that’s hard to do when you can’t use your jaw or lips. She said something that sounded suspiciously like an attempt at “you bitch!”.
Sindee reached into the muck, pulling up a handful and sucking it down like it was caviar.
“That’s some nice filth, I’m sorry you don’t like it,” she said as she stroked her puke-and-filth coated cock a couple of times, then drove it to the hilt in Tissie’s throat. Immediately the former-goddess’s stomach rejected the whole lot and a massive shot of puke rocketed out around Sindee’s cock, shooting out of Tissie’s mouth and her nose. Sindee held her cock all the way in, forcing the Fury to vomit out around her meat. Puke spurted out, splashing against Sindee’s body and coating Tissie’s face. Puke ran down Tissie’s chin and tits, dribbling off into the muck. Still Sindee held her in place. Finally she wrenched her cock free, sending a fresh wave of puke cascading from Tissie into the mud. She coughed and sputtered and cursed. Sindee siezed Tissie’s hair and shoved her face into the filth, making her fight for air before releasing her and unfreezing her jaw.
Meanwhile, at Tissie’s other end, Aviana decided it was time to move on. She gave a couple of hard strokes in Tissie’s demolished ass and unloaded her seed into her puke-and-mud filled hole. This got another load of curses from the Fury once she caught her breath.
“Fuck you. Fuck both of you!” she swore when Aviana finally tore her cock free of her shredded ass.
Aviana waved to Angie – the priestess with the brand new ginormous meat stick.
“Don’t let up until we get what we want,” she said.
Angie smiled ear to ear. “Of course, goddess.” She stroked her cock and coated it with a layer of mud, then vomited into the filthy, bloody, muddy hole that had been Tissie’s human ass.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Tissie cursed when Angie shoved her meat up her ass. Angie began ripping up Tissie’s ass with even more gusto than Aviana had shown, energy from the joy of having a new cock. Her fat tits quivered, her fat ass shook, and her meaty, pierced lobes and destroyed sphincter quaked as she pounded the Fury.
Aviana, meanwhile, had moved to Allie’s asshole and Sindee moved to her face.
“So, sweetheart,” Sindee said. “You saw what we just did to your partner-in-crime there. Any change of heart? Remember, you’re just a human now.”
The vocal defiance that Tissie had shown wasn’t there with Allie, but that didn’t mean she was going to cooperate. She chose the silent treatment.
Aviana didn’t waste any time. She shoved mud into Allie’s ass, wrenched it open, vomited into it, and drove all nearly-two-feet into Allie’s human sphincter in a merciless thrust. To her credit, Allie didn’t scream or moan as her virginal human flesh tore apart. She took it stoically, her eyes straight ahead.
“Really, is it worth it?” Sindee asked. “You’re not going to even begin the process of earning your divinity back until Aviana has hers. Just tell us where it is, we’ll back off, and we can talk about you getting back in Hera’s and Aviana’s good graces. Easy. Just talk.”
Again, silence. So Aviana and Sindee did to Allie what they had done to Tissie. And when they were finished, Hecate, wearing a form that included a cock, slipped in behind Allie and continued the carnage on her abused asshole.
Aviana and Sindee turned their attention to the third Fury. Sindee was beginning to get worried. What if she didn’t talk? What if they couldn’t find out where Aviana’s divinity was? What then?
She swallowed her doubts and looked down at Maggie. Maggie looked up at her. She looked honestly scared.
“You want to talk sweetheart? This can be so easy for you,” Sindee crooned.
“Don’t you dare!” called Tissie. “Don’t tell her shit! You’ve always been a little pussy! Shut the fuck up!”
Maggie glanced over at Tissie, who was glaring at her. She looked at Allie, who was barely holding it together and about to crack. Allie’s look of utter demoralization was what did it.
Maggie broke.
Chapter 5
“We sold it. We don’t have it anymore,” Maggie said.
“You WHAT?!?!” Aviana and Hera both called out almost in unison. Aviana continued. “You fucking sold my divinity?”
Sindee held up her hand, calling for silence.
“Go ahead sweetheart,” she said calmly. “Who did you sell it to?”
“A lady. This was like, several hundred years ago. She’s changed her name a bunch of times, because it would have become suspicious if she didn’t. After all normal humans don’t live forever. But you probably have heard of her latest incarnation. She’s a billionaire tech entrepreneur and philanthropist. Her name is Morgan Lee.”
“Holy shit, she’s rich,” Aviana said. “Fuck this. Morgan Lee has my divinity. I need to go rip it out of her.”
“Wait!” Sindee said. “Let’s take this slowly. You know what happens when goddesses and gods go to war with each other. This needs to be done tactfully.”
Aviana seethed, but nodded.
“What about me?” Maggie asked, looking hopeful. “Please don’t hurt me, I told you what you wanted. I want to do better. We got off track, forgot our mission. I can’t speak for them, but I want to do better.”
Sindee, Aviana, and Hera shared a glance, then Sindee waved her hand. The shackles holding Maggie released.
“Thank you,” she said, kneeling in the filth, hugging Sindee’s thigh, and looking up at Sindee and Aviana. “I’ll be a good girl now, I promise. Tell me what you want me to do.”
Sindee smiled. “Open your mouth,” she said.
“You’re the Goddess of Emesis. Do you want me to be a puke whore?” Maggie asked.
“You know who I am, do you even need to ask?”
Maggie smiled. “Ever since I heard you became a goddess I’ve wanted to give your temple a try, but Allie and Tissie thought I was disgusting and shamed me into keeping quiet.”
“You’re not disgusting, sweetie. You’re beautiful. Do you want to join my temple?”
Maggie gave one more furtive glance back at the other two chained Furies, then nodded.
“Yes, I do.”
Sindee ran her hand softly down the side of Maggie’s face.
“Welcome to my temple, lovely. Open your mouth.”
Maggie dutifully opened her mouth and looked up at Sindee, who was about to unload into Maggie’s mouth when she felt a pair of soft hands around her waist, and two big, sweet tits press against her back. Sindee’s grandmother’s voice whispered in her ear.
“Maybe a Goddess of Love Emesis might be able to help bring this sweet thing into the fold?” Gina crooned.
“Perhaps,” Sindee replied with a devious smile. She turned her head and met her grandmother’s lips in a soft kiss. She loved the sensual feel of her grandmother’s body pressed against her back, the filthy mud on their bodies making their skin slick.
Gina reached down into the filth and pulled a handful of the foul mess up to her mouth, swallowing it down sloppily. Thick streamers of filthy mud ran down her chin and across her pendulous mom tits, dripping off her long, erect nipples. Sindee leaned down and licked the foul goop, sucking on her grandmother’s breasts, loving the feel of her soft skin underneath the filth.
Gina slipped down to her knees and ran her hand along Sindee’s immense, pulsating cock. The tip was gaped and a streamer of pre-come was sliding down. She picked up another handful of the slimy scum and rubbed it all along Sindee’s meat, coating the shaft and head with the nastiness. She ran her tongue along it, feeling the throbbing veins underneath the dirty skin.
She looked over at Maggie, who was still waiting patiently.
“Are you ready, sweetie?” she asked.
“Yes, please,” Maggie replied.
“Just one final thing before we do this.” Gina ran her hand down Maggie’s back, following it to the base of her spine, then between her cheeks, until her middle finger rested on Maggie’s sphincter.
“For being a good girl, you can have your goddess’s body back – not your divinity, just the body. So this won’t hurt, it will be divine.”
“Thank you,” Maggie said, smiling, then again holding her mouth open like a good girl.
Gina pulled Sindee’s filthy cock into her mouth, sliding her lips down the shaft. It tasted like mud, slime, rot, blood, death, semen, piss, and vomit. It was perfect. She licked and sucked, cleaning every bit of filth from the organ until it was shiny and clean. Then she looked up at her granddaughter with doe eyes and slid her throat all the way down the over-two-foot-long divine girlcock. She held it there for just a moment, then pulled back, turned to Maggie, and vomited a thick, soupy mess into the Fury’s mouth.
Maggie coughed, sputtered, and looked for a moment like she was going to reject Gina’s gift. But she got herself under control, coughed once more, and started swallowing. She gulped down what was in her mouth, then pulled her tits up to her mouth and sucked off the puke and filth that covered them. She licked her own breasts clean, then sucked on her hard, erect nipples. Finally she turned back to Gina and opened her mouth again.
Gina drove her throat back down Sindee’s meat. The next shot she delivered went not in Maggie’s face, but down her own big, pendulous mom tits, running across the huge aureoles, dripping off the long, erect, slightly downturned nipples. Maggie dove in, licking, sucking, loving every moment as she sucked up the puke that coated Gina’s tits. The vomit was brown and was full of little bits of indistinct something. Beneath the vomit was a layer of the fetid mud that coated the Love Emesis Goddess’s skin. Maggie used her tongue to lick up the filth and puke and pull it into her mouth, swallowing it, feeling it slide slickly down her throat and come to rest in a heavy ball in her tummy. She loved it.
She worked her way down Gina’s body, from her tits, across her stomach, down to her big meaty clit and thick lobes, and finally found her face next to the mucky slime they were kneeling in. On the mudbar where they stood it was about eighteen inches deep and was now coated with Gina’s vomit. Maggie didn’t stop, but continued sucking up the layer of vomit that lay on top of the muck, drinking down huge gulps of both vomit and rotten, fetid, muddy water.
Sindee sent a load of puke across Maggie’s body and head, covering her hair. Maggie pulled strands into her mouth and sucked up the vomit, giggling and begging for more.
Gina knelt down on all fours, her big pendulous mom tits hanging into the filth, and pointed her divine asshole at her granddaughter.
“Fill my asshole with your hot, steaming, beautiful emesis,” Gina crooned to Maggie and Sindee.
Sindee used four fingers from each hand to pull her grandmother’s asshole open. A giant mound of pink assflesh tumbled out, making a crinkly mountain several inches high. Sindee pulled the opening at the center wide open and vomited into the hole, then she turned to Maggie and pointed her gigantic cock at the Fury.
Maggie didn’t hesitate. She drove her throat all the way down Sindee’s pole until her face was pressed against the Emesis Goddess’s body, her chin against her balls. At first nothing happened, which was disconcerting, because Maggie had vacuumed up enough puke and filth that her tummy was bulging and sloshed when she moved. Sindee smiled and reached down, slightly tilting Maggie’s head forward.
Suddenly Maggie’s eyes got wide and she jerked back, turning her head just in time to unleash a huge load of filthy vomit across Gina’s distended, gaping asshole. She only got half into Gina’s yawning ass, the rest ran down across her cunt, dripping off a cervix that was hanging out and wide open. Gina reached back, took a handful of Maggie’s vomit, and shoved it into her womb.
Maggie felt Sindee’s divine magic slip through her. She smiled, opened her mouth, and without any effort, shot a fresh load down into Gina’s ass, overflowing it and sending more filth down across Gina’s inside-out cunt. Gina moaned, sounding like she had just had an orgasm, probably not the first. Maggie pressed her throat down Sindee’s cock, then repeated that performance twice more.
Sindee gently pulled Maggie away from Gina’s vomit-filled asshole, and gave her a light shove towards her grandmother. Gina guided Maggie until the Fury was on all fours in front of her. Maggie’s divine asshole – like that of all goddesses – was no stranger to penetration and it was meaty, crinkly, and ragged. Gina smiled and used four fingers from each hand to pull it open. Maggie’s deep, yawning asshole hovered in front of her.
Sindee gave her cock a hard stroke, then grabbed her grandmother’s puke covered assflesh, and began sliding into her bottomless, puke-filled anus.
Gina moaned as her granddaughter slipped her throbbing meat into her divine, wrecked ass. She leaned forward, pressed her lips against Maggie’s own divine ass that was gaping in front of her, and launched a thick load of vomit straight into the deep hole.
Maggie made a sound that wasn’t quite a moan, wasn’t quite a scream, but was somewhere in between. The hot, steaming load from Gina penetrated deep inside her and brought on a crushing orgasm. She pushed her face into the muck, biting into a dead, rotting fish that happened to be floating by to keep herself from screaming again. Gina vomited again, then again into her hole, until her bowels and body were so full Maggie didn’t think she could possibly hold any more. But she knew she could. She swallowed the rotting fish, then sucked up more mud. She was so full. She couldn’t wait to unload it. The question was on who?
Gina, meanwhile, was having her already-demolished ass demolished even more by her cockgirl granddaughter’s two-foot-long-and-then-some pole. She moaned as another orgasm cascaded through her body, making her thick, vomit-filled, mommy-ass shake and quake, and making her huge tits jiggle in the muck. She lost track of Maggie’s asshole and instead had just closed her eyes and felt the divine energy as her granddaughter worked over her pukey ass.
Sindee had her eyes closed and could feel her own big, filth-coated tits quiver and shake as she manhandled Gina’s ass. Her balls were so close to her body they were knotting her grandmother, and knew she couldn’t hold back any longer. She gave three hard strokes into her grandmother’s prolapsed, destroyed asshole and came hard, blessing Gina’s ass with a thick load of steaming seed. Gina’s deep, yawning hole filled up with puke, come and filth, and the mix slipped out of her ass around Sindee’s gigantic meat that she still drove relentlessly in and out of her grandmother’s ass. Gina came one final time when Sindee finally wrenched free, leaving Gina’s filthy assflesh hanging outside of her ragged, open sphincter.
Gina rolled over and sat down in the muddy filth, her distended assflesh pressing against the noxious mud. Sindee knelt down and they shared a deep, puke-filled kiss. When they disengaged, Sindee turned her attention to Maggie, who was kneeling in the filth watching, rubbing her pussy and asshole, her tummy looking almost pregnant because both her stomach and asshole were stuffed full of filth and puke.
“You are so beautiful,” Sindee whispered, moving to Maggie and kissing her on the lips, then she pushed her over onto all fours and leaned over her gaping, vomit-filled asshole.
“Give me your sexy, puke-filled ass,” Sindee murmured.
“Yes, goddess,” Maggie said. She squeezed her ass muscles, pushing out the load of puke and filth that was filling her up. Her assflesh pushed out of her wide sphincter and the vomit and slime erupted from the pink mound. Sindee pressed her mouth against Maggie’s pink meat, sucking down the nastiness that was pouring forth. Maggie moaned as she came, her pussy pulsating beneath her increasingly distended ass. Sindee slid her hand inside her cunt and squeezed, pushing out the rest of the filthy load Maggie had inside.
Maggie moaned again, and looked back at Sindee.
“Are you going to fuck it now?” she asked timidly.
“Do you want me to?”
“Oh, yes, please, fuck my pukey ass.”
Sindee nodded, smiled, and slowly slipped her cock into Maggie’s waiting asshole. She pushed all the way in and then began a slow, rhythmic fuck. Maggie knelt on all fours in the muck, her big tits hanging down into the filth. Something slithering in the foul mud nipped her long nipple and she moaned. It felt good.
Sindee leaned forward and vomited across Maggie’s head and back, eliciting another moan from the Fury as the puke slid down her back and across her face. Maggie pulled as much as she could to her mouth, licking it up, sucking it down, reveling in the chunky, nauseating mess. She could feel Sindee’s meat sliding in and out of her wide, prolapsed ass. Chunks of puke, mud, and goddess-knows-what-else slipped around in her ass between Sindee’s cock and the walls of her colon. Though Sindee’s motions were slow, Maggie felt herself come.
Sindee was enjoying the slow fuck after her frantic sodomizing of her grandmother a moment ago. She was just about to begin picking up the rhythm when she felt a pair of tits press against her back, a cock slip up against her thighs, and Aviana’s warm breath whisper in her ear.
“Never since I was born has anyone accepted me and my throat sensitivity like you and your adherents have. Even when I get my divinity back, I want to be part of your temple. I love you and I love your priestesses. May I be a priestess too?”
Sindee glanced over at Uma. “High Priestess, any objections to Aviana becoming one of your priestesses?” she asked.
Uma smiled. “Welcome to the temple, Aviana. Sindee wanted more priestesses with cocks.” She winked.
“Thank you,” Aviana whispered and winked back.
Sindee felt something warm slide down her back – a load of Aviana’s vomit. The bird woman ran her tongue through the puke all the way down Sindee’s back until she reached her asshole. Then she gently pushed Sindee forward until Sindee’s tits were pressed against Maggie’s back.
Sindee knew what was coming, and held her breath. A second later she felt Aviana pull open her asshole and unleash a hot, slick, filthy load of puke up her deep bowels. Sindee pushed her assflesh out of her gaping sphincter, prolapsing the puke-coated meat. Aviana ran her tongue around Sindee’s shredded asshole, licked the mountain of crumpled flesh, then sucked a bunch of it into her mouth, pulling more and more out of Sindee’s ass. Sindee moaned and her cock throbbed inside Maggie’s ass.
“May I fill my goddess’s pukey asshole with my bird-woman cock?” Aviana purred, sliding a few fingers, then her entire fist up Sindee’s gaping asshole, pushing the assflesh back inside.
Sindee gulped. “Fuck yeah,” she croaked as Aviana pushed inside her up to the elbow, then pulled out, leaving her hanging open and prolapsed. “Fuck me hard.”
Aviana unleashed another load into Sindee’s ass, then slipped her immense cock inside her. Sindee groaned and puked across Maggie’s back as Aviana quickly ramped up the pace. Aviana’s stomach slammed into Sindee’s ass, making it quiver and shake. The vomit in Sindee’s ass foamed out of her hole with each stroke, running down her thighs. Aviana’s thrusts made Sindee’s cock quake in Maggie’s ass. Maggie came for about the fifth or sixth time.
Sindee closed her eyes. It was amazing. Her cock in Maggie’s ass, Aviana’s cock in hers. They were in over a foot of filth and covered in it, they reeked, their skin was slick with muck. And there was puke everywhere. Being the Goddess of Emesis was amazing. She was the luckiest girl alive.
Aviana grabbed Sindee’s assflesh, held it against her cock, and yanked back. A mountain of tissue tumbled out of Sindee’s demolished sphincter. The sensation of her flesh sliding from her body was all she could take. Her balls pulsed and she began shooting load after load into Maggie’s vomit-filled asshole. The Fury screamed and came as she filled up with Sindee’s steaming seed.
Aviana drove her meat back into Sindee’s pulsating asshole. Sindee screamed as her new priestess came, completing the trifecta and dumping load after load of avian semen into her cavernous asshole. Maggie slumped forward into the slime and Sindee rolled off her, slipping from Aviana’s still-pumping cock. Sindee’s prolapsed ass and pulsating meat pressed against the slimy, muddy bottom of the pond as she looked up at Aviana, who stood over her, seed still sliding from her immense cock.
“Are we ready to go get my divinity back from that bitch?” Aviana asked.
“Fucking right we are,” Sindee said, climbing to her feet. She shared a quick kiss with Aviana.
“Alright, everyone,” Hera called from the side of the pond. “Get cleaned up and we meet in my war room in thirty minutes to start planning.” Then she glanced over at Tissie and Allie, still chained in the filth. “Except those two. They stay here until they smarten up.”
Chapter 6
“If we go in there like gangbusters, it’s not going to end well,” Hecate said, rubbing her still-wet hair with a towel. Sindee, Gina, Hecate, Abbie, Luna, Persephone, and Maggie were all sitting around a stone table in Hera’s war room in her temple. Angie, Teagan, and Uma were seated off to the side. Aviana was standing at the head of the table over her mother’s shoulder. Most of them were in light bathrobes or a towel, having just come out of a shower to wash off the filth. Only Hera was in her standard goddess diaphanous robe, and Aviana hadn’t even bothered dressing at all.
“Mercury did some digging for me during our orgy in the filth,” Hera continued. “Morgan Lee and her sister, Inez, are both filthy rich and aseveral hundred years old. Morgan is using her divine powers to keep both of them young and healthy. I doubt that any solution that doesn’t involve their continued youth and beauty will be a non-starter, plus I am sure they will want the abilities that allowed them to amass their riches. We need to keep in mind that she did buy Aviana’s divinity fairly, she didn’t know it was stolen. So she hasn’t done anything wrong.”
“We will need to bring them into the fold, rather than cast them out,” Aviana said with a sigh. Hera nodded.
“Any good dirt we can use?” Persephone asked.
“Not really. Despite being sisters, Morgan and Inez are likely lovers, as happens with the gods and goddesses. But aside from that, they are pretty squeaky clean. Morgan has used her wealth and power for good. She has sent hundreds of poor kids through college or trade school, runs several charities, is on the board of a half dozen others, donates billions (with a “b”) dollars annually, and generally is a pretty decent soul.”
“That makes her, I would guess, a reasonable person,” Sindee said absently, seemingly lost in thought.
“True, but the hard part will be getting through to her without raising any alarms. She is one of those rich people who has several layers of security and administrative staff around her. Normal people can’t just call her on her cell. They can’t even call her secretary on her cell. She is pretty insulated.”
“But we’re goddesses sitting here on Mount Olympus. How can we not reach out and touch this overblown mortal?” Persephone said, irritation in her voice.
“She doesn’t sound overblown,” Sindee interjected, poking Persephone in the side. “She actually sounds pretty nice.” Persephone frowned, but nodded and sighed.
“When I said ‘normal people’,” Hera said. “I didn’t say us. We have her cell number and a copy of her cell phone’s contact list. We can call her using a spoofed number and have a chat. We just need to be careful. We don’t want to trigger her.”
Hera opened a laptop that was sitting in front of her and began flipping through Morgan Lee’s contact list.
“How about her sister?” Aviana said, pointing out one number. “You know she’ll answer that.”
“Do we know where Inez is right now? If she’s in the same room it will look weird.”
“Good question,” Hera typed on the computer. “All good. Morgan is at home, and Inez looks like she’s at a restaurant. Perfect.”
“So are we ready to do this?” Aviana asked. “Ready to call this whore and demand my divinity back?”
Hera looked over her shoulder at her bald, cockgirl daughter who stood there, naked and defiant, her arms crossed under her bust, her chin held high, nipples hard, and her meat at half-staff.
“Maybe I should do the talking,” Hera said.
Aviana rolled her eyes. “Fine.”
They put the call through from the laptop and Hera put it on speaker. The phone rang twice then a women’s voice answered.”
“Hey sis, I thought you were out with…”
“Hi Morgan,” Hera interrupted, very cheerfully. “This isn’t Inez.”
“What? Who are you? How did you get her phone?”
“We don’t have her phone – or her – your sister is fine, she’s at a restaurant enjoying herself. My name is Hera. I was hoping to find a few minutes to come pay you a visit. Through no fault of yours, you have something that belongs to my daughter. I want would like to talk about getting it back.”
There was a long pause at the other end of the phone.
“Hera? As in…the queen goddess?” Morgan asked. She suddenly sounded very timid.
“None other.”
“Is this about…you know…that thing I bought from those three odd woman awhile back?”
“Odd women – that would describe the Furies. Yes, it is.”
Morgan’s voice got even more timid. “Am I in trouble with the gods?”
“No sweetheart, you’re fine. You’ve done nothing wrong. And we love that you’ve used your talents for good, up here on Olympus we’re all proud of you. We want you to continue your good work. That’s why we want to offer a trade, rather than trying to take anything from you. And we’d like to do that sooner rather than later. Would you be available sometime tomorrow morning, first thing?”
“Yeah, this is important. I’ll have my secretary clear my calendar, plus the day before Thanksgiving is always light anyway. Can my sister attend too?”
“Of course, we wouldn’t have it any other way. And if you don’t mind, I may bring a few of my retinue with me as well.”
“Okay, cool. How’s 9:00 AM? At my office. You know where that is, right? You guys are deities.”
“Yes, we’ll be there.”
“And…I’m not in trouble?”
“No, I promise you are fine and you are going to be fine.”
“Okay, see you tomorrow.”
Hera hung up the phone.
“Well that went well,” Sindee said.
“Yes, it did. Okay everyone. It’s getting late. Go get some rest and we’ll reconvene here at 8:00 tomorrow.”
Chapter 7
Sindee, Aviana, Hera, and Persephone slipped unobtrusively from the empty restroom they had materialized in and out into the lobby of the office building.
Since this was a sort of a business meeting in an office building, the goddesses decided that something marginally business like was appropriate. Sindee wore a tight business dress with a deep plunge in front that reached all the way to her naval with no bra. Her breasts swayed when she walked, and her hard nipples were pressed against the fabric. Her cock made just enough of a bulge in front to be slightly noticable.
Persephone had on a dress suit that clung to her curves. She wore just a black bra underneath the coat.
Aviana wore a black, semi-transparent body suit with a knee-length red jacket over top. Her cock was pressed against the fabric and was visible whenever the jacket gaped.
Hera had an off-the-shoulder top that was white and looked a lot like the top half of a divine toga. It was also translucent like a toga, so her wide nipples were visible under the fabric. She wore a dark pencil skirt underneath.
Hera strode up to the front desk.
“I have an appointment at 9:00 with Morgan Lee,” she said firmly.
“May I have your name?” asked the young woman behind the desk, her eyes locked on her computer.
“Hera.”
“And your last name?”
“Just Hera.”
The woman looked up for the first time and focused on Hera, suddenly realizing exactly who she was dealing with. Her eyes got wide and she looked back at the screen.
“Oh, I see you right here. I’m sorry. Let me send you up.”
She led them to an elevator in a side alcove and turned a key. The door immediately opened. There was just one button on the panel.
“You’re expected. Thank you.”
The four divine women climbed into the elevator and the receptionist hit the button then stepped back out as the doors closed. They rode up in silence, though Sindee could feel the waves of anxiety and nervousness washing off of Aviana. It must have been brutal being this close to getting your divinity back after hundreds of years without it. Aviana caught Sindee’s eyes in the mirrored elevator wall and Sindee gave her an encouraging smile. Aviana put on a brave face and smiled back, but Sindee could see it was strained.
After a long climb, the elevator chimed and the doors opened. Standing in the lobby in front of them were Morgan and Inez, both dressed in conservative business suits. Morgan was a platinum blonde with a goddess-like curves. Inez was a tall, raven-haired, olive-skinned beauty with a slim, willowy figure.
There was a moment of uncomfortable silence, then Morgan spoke up.
“Hi, I’m Morgan, this is my sister, Inez. Come in, come in.” She gestured them into a conference room to the side that framed a huge window offering a view for miles. They took a seat around the table.
“I’m Hera, and this is Persephone, Sindee, and Aviana.” Hera started, indicating the three women with her.
“You’ve done some amazing work,” Sindee said with a smile, resting her hand lightly on Morgan’s wrist. “I admire your philanthropy.”
“Thank you,” Morgan said, casting a furtive glance at her sister, then smiling. “I appreciate that.”
There was another uncomfortable pause, then Sindee spoke up again.
“Maybe we should get down to the reason for this visit,” she said. “Things will probably be a little bit more comfortable once we get that out of the way.” She nodded to Hera.
“Yes, good idea,” Hera said. “The reason we’re here is that you have, through no fault of your own, come into possession of my daughter’s divinity. Aviana here is my daughter and she was tricked into renouncing her divinity. The Furies stole it and then sold it to you, without your full knowledge of where it came from. Because of their trickery, Aviana and I spent several centuries apart, and were only reunited thanks to Sindee here. We would like for Aviana to have returned to her that which is rightly hers.”
Morgan and Inez shared another uncomfortable glance.
“We…we didn’t know we were buying hot goods,” Morgan said. “And we certainly didn’t want to offend any gods or goddesses. We’ll do whatever we need to make things right. When we talked on the phone you mentioned a bargain or a deal. What did you have in mind?”
Hera smiled. “Sure, from what we can tell you’ve only used a fraction of what you could do as a goddess. Mostly you’ve given yourself wealth, health, and the opportunity to help others. We want you to continue doing what you’re doing, maybe even do more. So we’ll give you all the powers you’ve used up until this point – both of you, Morgan and Inez, not just Morgan. And if there is some ability you’ve considered using, just say and we will see about granting it. It’s all yours, no questions asked.”
“Really?” Morgan said, seemingly not sure she was believing what she was hearing. “Seriously? This isn’t some divine trick? The deities aren’t exactly known for playing fair with us mortals.”
“No tricks. To prove we’re serious, we’ll give the abilities to Inez. Then once Aviana has her divinity back, Inez can grant you everything she has. Fair?”
Inez and Morgan again shared a glance.
“That sounds fair. I just have a question,” Morgan said.
“Sure, shoot.” Hera said.
“I recognize Hera and Persephone’s names, and you said Aviana was your daughter. But I don’t know who she is and how she fits into this picture,” Morgan said, nodding towards Sindee.
“She’s a newer goddess,” Hera said. “The Goddess of Emesis.”
“Oh,” Inez said. “I think I’ve heard of you. I saw your temple website. Don’t you remember, Morgan, the vomit goddess? Isn’t this your high holiday or something?”
“Our holiday starts this evening and lasts all weekend. Care to join in?”
The sisters shared another glance then smiled. “We’ve tried a lot of things over the centuries. We love to occasionally do the vommie thing. So we’d be honored to join you this weekend.”
A little burst of erotic energy ran through the room, leading to another uncomfortable pause. The Aviana spoke up.
“That’s great. But business before pleasure. Can we get this transaction done?”
“Of course,” Hera said. “If you two ladies are ready, this will only take a moment.”
“Will it hurt?” Inez asked.
“We will make sure it doesn’t,” Hera said.
Sindee raised her hand. “Before we do this, I have a thought. If Allie and Tissie are out of the Fury business, and we have two ladies who are very interested in justice and fairness, why not hook Morgan and Inez up with Maggie, and they can become the new Furies. That way we can give these wonderful ladies full divinity and nobody loses anything, plus we bring them into the fold fully.”
“That…is a wonderful idea!” Hera said. “Are you two ladies down with that? You get to sit in judgment a few times a week and right past wrongs – or tell people to find better ways to solve their problems than revenge. You also get a huge, beautiful onyx mansion on the edge of the underworld. It seems like a solid gig for you two.”
Morgan and Inez looked at each other and they both nodded.
“Do we get to do the snakes in your hair thing too?” Inez asked.
“Summoning a crown of snakes at will comes with being a Fury,” Hera replied.
“We’re in! Let’s do this!”
“Tissie and Allie can go spend a few centuries living in my old house on earth, now that I no longer need it,” Aviana said.
Morgan glanced over at Aviana. “Before we do this, I really hope you understand that I had no idea I was stealing from someone.”
“Of course, this is not on you. Those who are guilty are being dealt with.”
“Thank you. Let’s get this over with.”
Hera reached out and touched Inez in the center of her chest. The slender woman gasped, then arched her back as if the wind had been driven from her. Her eyes widened, then closed. She stood there rigid for about ten seconds.
Morgan looked back and forth from her sister to Hera. She was about to speak when Inez’s eyes popped open, and a smile lit her face. She turned to Morgan.
“This is real, let’s finish this.”
Hera spoke. “On the count of three I will remove Aviana’s divinity, then take a breath on four, and Inez can empower you on five. Ready?”
Morgan nodded again, and Hera pressed her palm against her chest.
“One…two…” Hera counted. On “three” she pulled her hand back from Morgan. A blue glowing sphere followed her hand, hovering in front of her palm, she slowly backed away from Morgan, who let out a sound something like a moan. It didn’t sound painful, more sad than anything else.
“…four…” Hera continued counting as Inez pressed her hand against her sister’s chest. “…five.”
Inez pushed her same abilities into Morgan, who arched her back just like Inez had done, then smiled.
“Much better,” she murmured as she opened her eyes, then turned and shared a kiss with her sister.
Hera meanwhile had slowly moved the glowing sphere of Aviana’s divinity in front of her daughter. Aviana’s eyes were wide as she stared at the orb.
“I have been waiting so long for this moment,” she whispered, then opened her arms as if reaching out to hug someone. Hera gave a little flick of her wrist, and the orb slipped towards Aviana, disappearing into her chest. A smile spread across the bald bird-woman’s face and she slowly opened her eyes.
“That is…divine…” she said. She leaned forward and hugged her mother, then they kissed. Aviana moved through the room, hugging each of the women there in turn, coming to Sindee at the very end.
“Thank you. If it weren’t for you, this never would have come to pass.”
“I’m just glad we were able to right this wrong.”
“Now that’s done, when does the vomit party start?” Inez asked.
“This evening, there’s no set rule, but usually five or six o’clock,” Sindee said.
“Where do we meet?”
“Maybe at our mansion?” Sindee asked.
“Why not here?” Morgan said.
“This is an office building, won’t that be…strange?”
“First, we own the building. Second, we’re divine and can alter whatever we want then put it back when we’re done. Third, who gives a fuck. Come on, let’s redecorate.”
She grabbed Sindee’s hand and began moving around the suite. It was huge and Sindee quickly realized this would actually work out really well. The sisters had a penthouse apartment just above it with a rooftop pool that could be easily filled with something gross and disgusting.
They couldn’t wait until tonight.
Aviana excused herself and slipped over into an empty conference room. She pulled her phone out and placed a call. A familiar voice answered.
“Aviana, I was just thinking about you. Are we still on for this weekend?”
“Sierra, we are so on, and we are doing something special. You, your daughter, your granddaughter are all welcome to join in starting tonight, it’s going to be so fucking hot. Let me hit you with the details.”
Chapter 8
Isabel looked up at the business-like office tower in front of her. Then she looked down at her tiny skirt and bikini top.
“No way, this has got to be a joke,” she said to her grandmother Sierra, and her mother, Maria, who were wearing similarly dubious outfits. “Are we really going in there?”
“This is the address,” Sierra said, checking the piece of paper that she had tucked into the top of her bikini, pressing it against her big, pendulous mom-tits. “This is the right place.”
It was close to 5:00 and the good business folk were exiting, on their way home for the long Thanksgiving weekend. They gave looks at the three women as they passed, shaking their heads.
“Come on,” Sierra said. “Nothing ventured, nothing gained.” She grabbed Isabel in one hand and Maria in the other, and marched up through the front door.
The receptionist behind the desk spotted them as soon as they came in.
“Sierra, Maria, and Isabel, right?” she asked, fighting back a smirk.
“Yes,” Sierra said.
The receptionist led them to the hidden elevator she had led the goddesses to earlier in the day, hit the button and sent the ladies up.
When the door pinged open, they were met with a familiar face. The bird woman stood there in a sheer toga, nothing underneath. Her hard nipples atop her pendulous tits were pushing against the fabric like nails, and her immense cock was half way up to hard, tenting the garment’s front.
“Aviana!” Sierra said. “I’m glad to see you. This is a strange place for something like this.”
The women hugged, then Aviana handed them each prep bags, took them to a little locker room on the side, and promised to explain everything when they got out. Twenty minutes later, the three women emerged, dressed in light-blue togas not unlike the white divine ones Aviana had been wearing.
Aviana rounded them up, handed them huge containers with a shake-like mixture to drink up, and started a tour. The first room was full of couches and chairs. They were plush and delightful.
“Are we going to puke in here?” Isabel asked. “That will ruin these couches.”
“Who cares?” Aviana responded. “That’s half the fun.”
The next room was a sparse chamber with all sorts of bondage gear. “A dungeon for those so inclined,” noted Aviana.
Beyond the dungeon, they went up a set of stairs and through a door and found themselves outside next to a rooftop pool and beautiful views all around. The pool was filled with what looked like filthy water, mud, slime, and even some blood. It reeked.
“Just…wow,” Isabel murmured.
As they stood there, they heard footsteps coming up behind. Three women, a curvy blonde, a slim brunette, and a curvy brunette approached, wearing white togas like Aviana.
“This is Morgan, Inez, and Maggie” said Aviana. “They’re the Furies.”
“Oh wow,” Maria said, bowing. “It’s an honor to meet you.”
“Sindee and most of her retinue will be here in an hour or so,” Aviana continued, turning to Isabel. “That gives us time to get you indoctrinated.”
Maria gulped. “Who will do that?” she asked.
“Well, there’s three options. You can do the usual ceremony thing that you do when there are no goddesses or priestesses around. Option two is for me to indoctrinate you, since I have been made one of Sindee’s priestesses. Or, there’s option three, you can be indoctrinated by someone you’ve already met…”
Aviana gestured to the pool of filth they were standing beside. On queue the filthy water stirred and a person – or rather a divine priestess – began slowly climbing up the steps out of the pool, emerging from the water. Filth, mud, slime, maggots, and nastiness clung to her big, mom-tits.
“Oh…Angie…” Isabel gasped. “From my dream communion.”
Angie continued to climb from the filth, her lower body slipping above the waterline, her almost two-foot cock jutting in front of her. Her cunt was gaped and her cervix hung out slightly, the muscular ring sporting a pair of piercings. Her asshole was similarly prolapsed and pierced, forming a mound hanging from her shredded sphincter. Her anal mountain was covered in filth like the rest of her body. The scum dribbled off the muscular flesh.
“Oh…that…that’s new…” Isabel said, gesturing toward’s Angie’s meat.
“Hi Isabel. Sindee wanted more cockgirl priestesses. I volunteered.”
“It looks…wonderful on you. Oh goddess…you’re beautiful.”
“Would you like me to bless you into the temple?” Angie asked.
“Yes, please, yes…”
“Then lose that toga.” Angie held out her hand.
Isabel disrobed and took the proffered hand, slipping into the filth. The nasty water was warm and comforting, though the smell was something to behold. It reeked of decay, mud, and filth. But somehow it seemed perfect.
When the water was just above their knees, Angie paused. She turned to Isabel and put her hand on the back of her neck, pulling her to her and pressing their lips together. Angie’s lips tasted as foul as the water, yet it they were delicious and delightful. Their tongues intertwined as their bodies pressed together. The filth on Angie’s skin caused their bountiful busts to slide slickly across each other, coating Isabel’s body with filth. The priestess’s throbbing cock slipped between Isabel’s thighs, pressing against her soaking slit. Angie’s hands roamed down across her shape, feeling her breasts, sliding between her cheeks, probing her asshole, even as the priestess slowly shifted her hips back and forth, sliding her steely meat across Isabel’s cunt. Isabel moaned.
Angie slipped back and gently pushed Isabel down onto her hands and knees. She cupped some of the filth in her hands and held it up in front of Isabel’s mouth. Isabel gulped. Was she really ready for this? Was she capable of swallowing something that nasty? She had a moment of doubt.
Vomiting? Incest? Goddesses? Was this even real? What the hell was she doing here?
She paused and looked up at Angie. A querying look appeared on the priestess’s face.
Maybe she wasn’t ready for this after all…
A pair of soft hands appeared on her shoulder. Her grandmother and mother had disrobed and now were standing in the filth next to her. They were both beautiful, she loved them both.
“It’s okay, child,” Sierra said. “Just relax and let it flow.”
Isabel nodded and opened her mouth, and Angie poured the filthy water in. Isabel had to fight her gag reflex for a moment, but she managed to get the scum down and into her stomach, where it sat uneasily. Angie knelt down, burying her face in the filth, and came back with a mouth full of foul water. She kissed Isabel and let the slime slide into her mouth. Isabel swallowed without any hesitation.
Angie smiled, leaned forward again, and opened her mouth inches from Isabel’s. A second later a steaming hot load of puke shot into Isabel’s open lips. It was hot, foul, and disgusting – and incredibly sexy. Isabel swallowed the chunky load and opened her mouth, begging for more. Angie complied, dumping even more filthy puke into her. Isabel chewed and swallowed, loving the taste, texture, and feel of the puke. The excess ran down her chin and dribbled off onto her tits, adding to the filth that already coated them.
Angie gave Isabel a second, then a third load, then gently guided her shoulders forward so she was on all fours in the filth. Isabel’s mom-tits hung down into the muck and her hair was coated with Angie’s vomit. She loved the feel, the taste, the sensuality of the experience. She knew what was coming next, and though she was a little scared, she knew the priestess would not do her any harm.
Angie moved around so that she was behind Isabel, facing her unprotected asshole. The sphincter was already gaping of its own, the filthy water clinging to the ring of flesh. Isabel’s asshole wasn’t exactly virginal but it wasn’t what an adherent of the Temple of Sindee would have. Angie reached down and used two fingers from each hand to pull Isabel’s asshole open.
Isabel moaned, partially from pleasure, partially from nerves. She felt the Priestess of Emesis tease her gaped ass with her tongue. Then she slid another finger from each hand in and pulled it even wider. Isabel groaned and glanced back. Her mother and grandmother – both coated in filth and slime – were now standing nude over Isabel’s gaped asshole. They kissed, then Maria slipped three fingers into Sierra’s mouth, pulling it open. Then she added a fourth and she shoved her fingers down her mother’s throat.
Sierra gagged, retched, choked. She dry heaved, making her big mom-tits shake and her wide hips quiver. Isabel wanted her grandmother’s puke inside her ass. She wanted it so bad. Then it happened. A thick load of puke gushed from Sierra’s mouth into Isabel’s waiting asshole.
Isabel moaned, burying her head in the filthy water for a moment, then coming back up for air, suppressing a gentle scream as she came from the steaming hot emesis being poured into her stretched ass by her grandmother. It was amazing. She sucked down a mouthful of filth from the pool and swallowed it, then another and another. Her stomach was bulging from the filth she was swallowing, and it hung underneath her in the filthy muck like she was pregnant Her mother joined in the anal vomit onslaught, and more puke dumped in her ass.
Isabel gulped, she knew what was coming next.
“Are you ready?” Angie asked, stroking her long, filth-coated cock, a thick streamer of pre-come hanging from the tip. “Are you ready to become a member of the Temple of Sindee.”
“Yes, please,” Isabel crooned. “I want it so bad. Stretch my puke-filled asshole open with your cock.”
“Then welcome,” Angie responded. She gave her cock another slow stroke then began slipping it into Isabel’s waiting sphincter. Inch after inch of thick, pulsating girl-meat slid inside of Isabel’s hole, displacing the puke inside and making it squirt out of her ass around Angie’s shaft. Still, deeper it went – a foot, fourteen inches, then sixteen, then eighteen. The head of Angie’s cock slipped in between Isabel’s full stomach and her navel, pushing out the wall of her tummy and distending it. But deeper and deeper Angie went, until her prolapsed cunt and gaping cervix bumped up against Isabel’s hard clit. That was it, she was all in. Isabel knew that if she looked in a mirror now, her asshole and cunt would be as wrecked as her mother’s and grandmother’s were.
“Fuck me…please…hard…” Isabel begged. Angie pulled back a little, causing Isabel’s vomit-covered assflesh to grip her cock and prolapse out. Then the priestess started a slow rhythmic thrusting, pulling out several inches and driving back in, slamming her stomach hard against Isabel’s ass.
With each thrust, the massive head of Angie’s pole bumped up against the filth sloshing around in Isabel’s stomach. Her gorge became buoyant, she was ready to purge.
Maria appeared in front of her, lifting her shoulders up so she was standing on her knees. Angie continued her anal onslaught and Isabel’s stomach quaked and distended horribly with each stroke. Maria slipped three fingers into her daughter’s mouth and tickled the back of her tongue. Isabel moaned, swallowed hard, then let loose.
A steaming load of puke shot from her mouth straight into her mother’s face. Maria sucked down her daughters filthy gift, then waited for more. It only took a second before a second, then a third load of vomit slipped forth, running down Isabel’s chin and across her mom tits that were big, but not as big as her mother’s. Maria licked the vomit from her daughter’s chin, the followed the trail down, taking great care to tease Isabel’s tits as much as she could as she vacuumed up the emesis that coated them. Isabel’s long, hard nipples in particular got a lot of attention, sending her daughter into yet another orgasm – one of countless that she was experiencing under Angie’s ministrations.
By now Angie was driving her cock in and out of Isabel’s asshole relentlessly. The pressure had turned Isabel’s cunt inside out and her cervix hung down almost to her knees in the nasty filth. Her anal tissue was coating Angie’s cock and hanging outside her widely gaping asshole like a pillow. And still Angie drove her cock into Isabel’s ass.
Sierra slid Maria aside and stood in front of her granddaughter. She ran her hands up Isabel’s stomach, feeling the still-sloshing tummy inside and the hard distension from Angie’s meat. Isabel looked into her eyes and didn’t need any coaxing. A fresh heavy load of vomit rocketed like a projectile from her mouth.
Sierra sucked the filth down like she was drinking from a fountain, the overflow coating her own body with a fresh load of vomit. She pushed on Isabel’s tummy and the last of the stomach contents slipped out. Isabel moaned and slid back down on all fours, coming almost continually from Angie’s anal abuse.
Maria and Sierra paired off, licking the filth from each others’ bodies, having a hot mother-daughter puke party. Sierra bent over on all fours and Maria began rimming her mother, pulling her asshole open, and sucking out the accumulated filth and vomit that filled it. Then she pushed her fist inside and pistoned it in and out.
Angie was getting close to climax, and Isabel had lost count of her own orgasms long before. The priestess cranked up the pace, slamming her stomach into Isabel’s ass. Puke squirted everywhere. Angie’s tits shook, her hips quaked, her prolapsed ass and her distended cunt both flopped about. Angie wrapped her arms around Isabel’s shoulders as her back arched and a hot load of creamy semen dumped into Isabel’s demolished ass. Isabel screamed and convulsed, puking one last time across her stomach and tits as load after load of thick, sticky come filled her asshole, mixing with the puke inside.
Angie slowly withdrew from Isabel’s hole, leaving it stretched, gaping, and her assflesh hanging out. Isabel shook with a final orgasm, then turned and shared a deep soul kiss with Angie.
“Thank you, Priestess Angie,” Isabel whispered.
Chapter 9
While Isabel was being indoctrinated into the temple, Aviana slipped away from the group. Inez saw her and quietly followed. When they were walking back down the stairs to the main office, Inez stopped Aviana.
“Aviana, goddess, may I ask you a question?”
“Of course,” Aviana said as the paused at the bottom of the stairs.
“I, um, noticed that you have some…um…unusual body parts…parts that aren’t usually associated with women.”
“Do you mean my cock?” Aviana asked.
“Yes.”
“What of it?”
“Um…how well is that accepted by the other goddesses? Are they okay with goddesses that have cocks?”
Aviana laughed. “Sindee has one, priestess Angie has one because Sindee asked for it, I have one, Hecate often has one when the mood strikes her. So yes, there is no shame in it. May I ask why you are so concerned?”
Inez bit her lip for a moment, then she pulled her toga open. She was wearing a flesh-colored thong underneath. When she let the thong slip to the floor, a giant goddess-sized cock swung free, having been partially concealed inside her asshole.
“You were hiding that?” Aviana asked with a laugh.
“Yes,” Inez nodded, her eyes cast downwards. “I asked Morgan to give me one shortly after she took on her divine powers. I love it, I feel this is who I really am, but not everyone wants to accept a girl with a huge cock.”
Aviana smiled and put her arms around Inez’s shoulder.
“Girl, I never want to hear about you hiding that thing again. Be proud about it. And I am sure that all the goddesses will want to take it for a test drive. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You’ll be the talk of Olympus.”
“Thank you. And how are you feeling?” Inez asked. “Are you comfortable with your restored divinity? You seem sort of tense.”
“I love having my divinity back,” Aviana replied. “But I am still nervous about this weekend’s festivities. Since my mother and I were reunited, we haven’t really had a lot of time to talk. And we definitely haven’t been intimate. I am worried about how things will go.”
“Your mother clearly loves you and missed you all those centuries apart. I am sure things will be fine.”
“I’m sure too, I just nervous. I bet my mother is handling things much better than I am…”
However, as it so happened, Aviana’s mother was on Olympus, getting dressed, and having the same thoughts. Sindee and Persephone were with her in her chambers as she tried to get ready.
“She and I have been apart for so long…what if I say something stupid, or do something weird? Will she reject me?” Hera asked.
Sindee and Persephone shared a glance and the Death Goddess rolled her eyes.
“I doubt it. She wants her relationship with her mother back. You don’t do what she did to Tissie and Allie if you aren’t pretty angry about what they did to you.”
“True,” Hera said, hesitatingly. “But Aviana survived centuries among the humans. She’s beautiful, smart, resourceful, sexy – she has no need for her estranged mother.”
“You’re not estranged, you were separated by a trio of conniving bitches. So stop saying that. Plus, you know Aviana wants this relationship as much as you do. And you’re smart, beautiful, and sexy too!”
“I guess, This whole vomit thing is so new to me.”
“But you love it,” Sindee shot back.
“I…do. I never thought I would say that, but I do. It resonates with both the light and dark sides of my being.”
Sindee smiled. “So go with it. I am very certain you and your daughter will work things out.”
Sindee’s phone chimed and she checked it.
“Holy shit,” she said. “Holy holy shit.”
“What?” Seph and Hera asked in unison.
“Aviana just sent me a photo of her and Inez. That girl was holding out because she was afraid of being judged. Look.” She held up her phone, revealing a selfie of Aviana and Inez standing side-by-side in the reception area of Morgan’s office. They were both nude. Next to bald, curvy Aviana, tall, slender Inez looked almost elfin. Inez’s small tits rose lightly on her chest with long, erect nipples, her slender hips and ass were lean and athletic, and sticking out in front of her was a gigantic meat stick almost as big as Sindee’s. And it was hard as a rock. Aviana’s cock stood next to it, purple and turgid and gaping at the tip.
“Oh my god,” Persephone moaned. “That thing is huge. Morgan’s asshole must be shredded.”
“Wow,” Hera crooned. “I want to be double-teamed buy those too.”
“Hell yeah,” Sindee said, studying the photo. “The only thing I am judging her for is keeping that a secret all this time. Are we ready for tonight?”
She turned to Persephone and Hera. They both nodded.
“Then let’s go!”
They walked through Hera’s house to the portal in the front room and slipped through into the front hall of Morgan’s and Inez’s offices.
Chapter 10
When Hera, Sindee, and Persephone slipped through the portal, Aviana and Inez were still standing nude in the reception area. Hera moved straight to her daughter and hugged her.
“I will never let you go again, I will never be angry with you again, I will never reject you again,” she said. “I’m so sorry.”
“No, I’m the one who should be sorry,” Aviana replied. “I stormed out, I got angry. I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s my fault, totally,” Hera said. “I want you to hate me for it.”
“I can’t hate you. There has been too much of that already.”
“But you can punish me.”
“Why would I punish you?” the bird woman asked, her face a mask of perplexion. “I don’t resent you or hate you. I’m just sorry for my part in us being apart.”
“Because I’m your mother, and I’m the Queen of the Gods. I should have known better and done better. Please, there’s a dungeon over there. Please take me there and hurt me – at least a little. Come on.”
Hera grabbed Aviana’s hand and led her to the room that had been converted into a dungeon. Sterile tile covered the walls, ceiling, and floor, making the room echo. Chains and manacles hung from the walls and ceiling. A drain in the floor had a plug in it. One wall had a rack on it with various implements of torture, including whips, crops, and some things nobody knew what they were for.
“Mother…” Aviana started, but Hera put a finger to her lips. She ***********ed an evil-looking whip from the rack and gave it a couple cracks. The loud snap echoed deafening in the tile-coated room. She handed the whip to Aviana, then reached up and gestured to the ceiling. A pair of manacles slipped down from above. Hera bolted them closed on her wrists, gestured again at the ceiling, and the manacles rose, leaving her hanging a couple of feet in the air.
“Please, Aviana, do it for me,” Hera whispered, her eyes pleading.
“But I’m the one who should be punished, not you.”
“No, it is me. Please do it.”
Aviana hesitated and a long moment passed in silence.
“Ooh, this looks like fun,” a voice said. Both women turned. Standing in the doorway to the dungeon were Cathy and Marlene, Sindee’s aunt and mother, the Goddesses of Health Emesis.
When Cathy saw the looks on Aviana’s and Hera’s faces, she hesitated.
“You two look like you lost your puppy. What’s the matter?”
Aviana sighed. “My mother wants me to hurt her as a punishment for our separation, but I’m the one who should be hurt.”
Marlene doffed her toga and walked to the rack in the side of the room. She pulled on a black corset and a pair of thigh-high leather boots. She walked slowly over to Aviana and gently lifted the whip from her hand.
“After the work Sindee did to bring the two of you back together, all you two ungrateful cunts can do is fight about who should be punished? Maybe the answer is you both deserve a little abuse.” She snatched Aviana’s neck and forced her down on all fours. “How about if my sister and I give you two ungrateful whores the punishment you both deserve?”
Aviana and Hera, in unison, said “yes please.” Aviana added “And make it hurt…a lot.” She rose and gestured to the ceiling as her mother had done. A pair of manacles descended. She bolted herself in and let the magical manacles rise, leaving her hanging in the air a couple of feet from her mother, the two of them slowly twirling.
Cathy followed Marlene’s lead and donned high boots and a corset, then the two of them stood beside Aviana and Hera. There was a long pause.
“Do you even know how to use those things?” Hera said, with a slight sneer, goading them.
Cathy laughed. She gave the whip a quick snap and deep, nasty gash appeared in Hera’s back, bleeding almost instantly.
“Weak,” Hera chided. “I thought you said you were going to hurt us?”
Marlene struck next, her whip digging a bloody cut in Aviana’s ass cheeks.
“Oh,” Aviana said. “Did a mosquito just bite my ass? I thought I felt something.”
Cathy didn’t reply, instead sent a long strike down Hera’s back, starting at her shoulders and finishing halfway down her ass. The strike made Hera arch her back and moan.
“Got something to say?” Cathy sneered. Hera didn’t say anything, just braced herself for the next strike, which ripped down her back a second later, tearing out a long strip of flesh that landed with a sick slap on the tile floor. Blood welled in the deep gash, then overflowed, running down Hera’s side and puddling on the floor underneath her.
Marlene struck next, driving the tips of the whip as hard as she could into Aviana’s flesh then ripping back, tearing out a thick chunk that flopped to the side, hanging by a strip of skin. The next strike left a deep furrow in her back.
Gushes of blood now poured down both Aviana’s and Hera’s body from the whip scores in their back. The manacles cut into their wrists and sent more blood coursing down their arms and body. A large puddle of red lay on the floor below the two of them.
Cathy and Marlene made several more strikes against the goddesses, then finally Cathy kicked out a sideways kickboxing-style strike that drove the stiletto into Hera’s thigh, bringing more blood.
“Do you two think you can get along now? This is kind of stupid, really, when you get down to it.” Marlene said. “You’ve been apart for centuries, get back to loving each other, not wanting to hurt or be hurt. Come on, Cathy. We’re done here.”
She threw the whip to the side, took her sister’s hand, and slinked toward the chamber exit, her taught ass and thigh muscles moving perfectly, gracefully, divinely. Aviana and Hera still hung from the ceiling, blood slipping down their bodies, twirling slowly in the air. When she reached the door, Cathy paused and turned back.
“You both are divine, so you can release those manacles any time you want, but I think you two should hang there until you can forgive yourselves enough to love unconditionally again. You guys are almost comical. You love each other but you can’t emote that love because of your self-loathing.”
“Did I hear something about love?” came a voice from the hallway.
Karen and Gina, Sindee’s grandmother and grandaunt, who were the Goddesses of Love Emesis, were standing in the doorway. Their curves, eternally locked in smoking-hot GILF goddess bodies, were dressed in their divine togas, but the garments were open and half off. One of Gina’s huge mom-tits was hanging out and a thin trickle of puke ran from the side of her lips, down her chin, then dribbled off onto her bare tit, where it ran down and hovered atop her long, hard nipple.
In other words, she looked as divine as she was, and like she was ready for some serious puking and fucking in that order. Karen leaned down and flicked the pile of vomit off her sister’s breast into her mouth then sucked the hard nipple into her lips. Gina caressed Karen’s hair.
“So it sounds like somebody is having some love issues?” Gina repeated her question.
Marlene pointed to Hera and Aviana who were still twirling slowly above the large blood puddle.
“They both have forgiven each other, but neither has forgiven themselves. So we’re left with…this. I told them they shouldn’t unlock the manacles until they can forgive themselves.”
“Silly goddesses,” Karen said, running her hand across her sister’s tit again, then squeezing the nipples. “That bird girl’s got a nice cock – nice for sucking, puking, or wrecking a girl’s special places.”
“Slow down, dear,” Gina said, pinching Karen’s thigh. “Business before pleasure.” Then to Marlene and Cathy: “I think we got this.”
The younger sisters disappeared down the hallway towards the filth pool, while Gina and Karen moved into the room, discarding their togas and slowly walking around Aviana and Hera, who still twirled slowly. Their wounds had stopped bleeding, but the blood coated their bodies.
“First, let’s add a little more blood to the mix,” Gina said. She took her sister’s wrist and ran a razor-sharp finger nail across it, sending thick spurts of divine blood arcing in the air. It coated the parts of Aviana’s body that weren’t already bloody, and added to the puddle on the floor. After a few seconds, she ran her hand across Karen’s arm and the cut healed up, turning off the flow of blood. Then she did the same with her own wrist, coating Hera, and widening the blood puddle even further.
“So this is how you are going to teach us about self-forgiveness?” Aviana said, an edge to her voice. “By coating us in blood?”
“Humans take a beating like the two of you took and lost all that blood, they would die,” Gina replied. “And if they slit their wrists like we just did, they also die.”
“So?”
“And humans would never have the opportunity you two have for a second chance after hundreds of years, they would be dead.”
“That’s why we have the afterlife, sweetheart,” Hera chimed in sarcastically.
“The afterlife isn’t life on earth, is it? And that assumes you’ve lived a reasonably moral life. If you’ve been a jerk, the afterlife is not a pleasant place to be.”
“So what’s your point, goddess?” Aviana said, irritation plain in her voice.
“Wow,” Karen said, slipping to the edge of the blood puddle and testing it with her toe. “These two are not very bright.”
Gina sighed. “Okay, let’s try this a different way. What holiday is this?”
“It’s one of Sindee’s holy days,” Aviana shot back curtly.
“Right, and the American humans call this holiday…what?”
“Thanksgiving,” Aviana replied.
“Which is there to remind humans to be…what? It’s actually a trait humans seem to be much better at displaying than us spoiled, bratty goddesses and gods.”
There was a long period of silence.
“Well…damn…” Hera whispered. She and Aviana locked eyes as they twirled past each other.
Aviana squeezed her eyes together tight and a tiny tear slid down her bloodstained face.
“Gratitude,” she whispered.
Chapter 11
“Bingo,” Karen said as she pulled a handful of blood from the puddle up and let it trickle down across her bare tits. She sent a mouthful of vomit down next to it, then rubbed her big soft mom-tit with the mixture, coating it.
Gina beamed at Aviana and Hera. “If you two could focus on how lucky you are to have this second chance instead of wrapping yourselves in your blanket of self-loathing, you might be able to love each other again unreservedly.”
More silence filled the room, broken only by the sound of Karen leaning forward and pressing her face into the blood pool, lapping it up like a cat. She swallowed down gulp after gulp, filling her stomach.
“So are you two ready to let go over your own self-hatred and try a little gratitude for the fact that you now have an eternity to make up for a few hundred years of separation?” Gina said, waving at the manacles that held Hera and Aviana suspended. “Once you say yes truthfully, those cuffs will release.”
More silence. Even Karen was still, crouched next to the puddle, blood and puke covering her tits. She looked up at the Queen Goddess and the Divine Bird Woman hanging over the puddle.
“Well?” Karen whispered.
Hera’s manacles were the first to release. She fell down to her knees in the blood puddle, then looked up at her daughter. Aviana’s cock had gone completely soft, her head lolled forward, and her face was a mask of sadness.
“I’ve held on to that self-hatred for so long,” she said, looking down at her mother. “It was part of what sustained me. If I hadn’t hated myself for what I did, I might have just given up and died. At times my only reason for living was self-punishment. It’s hard to let go of that.”
“I forgive you,” Hera said. “If you won’t forgive yourself for your own reasons, do it for me. Please, I love you and I want you back.”
Still, Aviana slowly spun in circles above the blood puddle, hanging from the manacles cutting into her wrists.
“You don’t have to let go of all of it now,” Gina said, stepping into the blood and moving next to Aviana. She put a hand lightly on the bald bird-woman’s hip to keep her from spinning and looked up into her eyes. “Just a tiny bit of self-forgiveness to get the ball rolling. More can come later. Just five seconds of it today. Then tomorrow you can try for ten seconds. Can you do that?”
Aviana met her gaze. Another tear ran down her cheek. She finally nodded.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Aviana’s manacles released. Her mother grabbed her as she fell and the two of them tumbled together into the blood puddle, coming to rest with Aviana laying partially in Hera’s lap, her mother’s arms about her shoulder.
“I’m never going to let you go,” Hera murmured.
“I will never forsake you again,” Aviana replied.
Karen and Gina clapped.
“Sweet and beautiful,” Gina said. “Love always finds a way.”
Aviana and Hera kissed and hugged, then lay down in the blood pool in an embrace, coating their bodies with the blood, their skin slick and wet with the crimson fluid.
Karen and Gina slipped towards the doorway, intending to leave Aviana and Hera to their own devices as they re-calibrated their relationship, but the Queen of the Gods spoke up.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Hera asked.
“We wanted to leave you two alone,” Karen replied.
“We can be alone any time we want, now that you have brought us together,” Aviana chimed in. “Come back here and let’s celebrate this filthy, vomit-filled holiday.” She slipped to her feet and beckoned Karen and Gina, her bald head covered in blood and her cock now turgid and pulsating.
“Who want’s my cock in the back of their throat?” she added.
Gina and Karen smiled and slipped to their knees in the pond of blood, reaching down and pulling handfuls of it up, drinking it down and spreading it across each other’s bodies. Aviana stroked her cock with the red fluid. A thick streamer of pre-come slipped from the gaping tip.
Hera, Karen, and Gina all knelt in front of Aviana and her giant cock, looking up expectantly at the divine bird-like cockgirl.
Aviana turned to Karen and hovered her nearly two-foot-long meat stick in front of her face. Karen looked up with doe eyes, her face streaked with blood and her silver-blond hair pasted to her head with it. She opened her mouth and leaned forward like a good girl.
“All the way,” she whispered.
Aviana slipped her cock into Karen’s mouth as Gina started sucking at her sister’s pendulous, blood-covered mom-tits. Karen moaned and gurgled as the wide head of the bird-woman’s shaft pressed on the back of her throat, then pushed even deeper. Once halfway in, Aviana gave a hard thrust and shoved the entire remaining foot of cock into Karen’s maw.
Karen retched twice, then a thick, chunky, blood-infused load of puke slipped from around the cock in her mouth and ran down her chin. It dropped off and landed on one of her big, soft tits. Another, stronger load of puke followed, this one rocketing out of her mouth and nose. Gina and Hera dove in, licking the filth from Karen’s body, licking and sucking on her long, hard nipples, loving the flavor and consistency of the blood-tinged puke. It was a delight, a joy, a wonder to behold.
Aviana held onto Karen’s head and pistoned her meat in and out of her willing, waiting, vomiting craw. Karen moaned and came as two more loads slipped from her mouth, dripping across her tits and landing in the bloody puddle they crouched in. The puke mixed with the blood and made the room smell of vomit and iron. It was delightful.
Hera pressed her face against the filth on the floor and began licking it up, vacuuming down the blood and puke, her big mom tits pressing against the cold, hard, blood-soaked tile floor. She slowly ran her tongue across the tile and around behind Karen. Sindee’s grand-aunt’s legs were slightly spread as she vomited and retched under the ongoing onslaught from Aviana’s meat. Hera pulled Karen’s ass cheeks apart, revealing the wrecked, ruined, and gaping divine sphincter between – the pink flesh inside prolapsed in and out with each convulsive vomit that spewed forth from Karen’s lips. Hera pressed her lips against Karen’s demolished asshole and sucked.
Karen moaned and her assflesh tumbled out into Hera’s mouth. The queen goddess drew the flesh into her mouth and pulled back, stretching Karen’s assflesh out behind her. Karen pulled back from Aviana’s cock and turned to Hera, pulling her queen’s face up to hers and sharing a kiss, then a mouthful of puke. Karen bent over on all fours, her big GILF tits hanging down into the blood-and-vomit puddle. Hera used four fingers from each hand to stretch Karen’s prolapsed asshole open, vomited into the pink, pulsating hole, then began sliding her fist inside.
Aviana turned her attention to Gina, who didn’t even wait for permission but drove her mouth hard down the proffered cock. The cock barely made it halfway when a huge load of puke shot forth. Gina pulled back and aimed the thick, steaming, bloody load straight at Hera’s face. The divine queen opened her mouth and drank down as much as she could, the extra running down her already-coated tits, stomach, and thighs. Gina pushed her throat back onto Aviana’s cock, stimulated another round of puke, and dumped that again into Hera’s face.
That didn’t stop Hera from continuing her further destruction of Karen’s ass. She was driving her vomit-and-blood covered forearm in and out of the Goddess of Love Emesis’s asshole, pounding her insides like a prizefighter, causing massive mountains of divine assflesh to prolapse out of Karen’s ass. The big pink mound gripped Hera’s arm as she worked Karen’s ass over.
Aviana slipped down onto her knees and moved behind her mother, hugging her, running her hands up and down her body from the back, squeezing her tits, massaging her clit. Hera moaned and tried to keep up her motions in Karen’s serially-orgasming asshole, but she faltered. She turned over her shoulder and kissed Aviana.
“Fuck me,” Hera whispered. “Vomit on me, use me however you want. I’ve been waiting centuries for this moment.”
Gina helped gently guide Hera down onto all fours. Aviana stroked her cock and looked at the sisters.
“Any suggestions on a hole to use?” she asked with a mischievous smile.
“You know our preference,” Karen said and pulled apart Hera’s cheeks. The queen goddess’s asshole, like all the goddesses, was waiting – thick, ruined, and gaped.
“Fill me up with your puke and then your cock,” Hera moaned.
Karen wrenched Hera’s asshole wide open and vomited into the wrecked hole. Gina sent her own bloody-tainted, filthy vomit in after it. Aviana was the last, and her thick spew overflowed her mother’s asshole and ran down her cervix that was hanging slightly from her cunt.
Aviana vomited one more time and used that to lubricate her cock, then she hovered it outside Hera’s asshole.
“What are you waiting for?” Hera asked.
“I’ve been waiting for the moment for centuries, I just want to savor the moment. I love you, mother.”
“I love you too, Aviana.”
There was a pause. The air was filled with the smell of puke, piss, blood, pussy, and sweat, making a heady, intoxicating miasma. A thick trickle of puke slipped from Aviana’s lips. She let it slide from her mouth and dribble into Hera’s cavernous ass.
“Fuck me, Aviana,” Hera moaned. “Fuck my ass hard. Make up for those centuries of longing…”
In one massive thrust that made puke squirt out of Hera’s hole, Aviana drove her two feet of cock into her mother’s demolished ass. Hera screamed and came as her daughter’s meat violated her ass in ways she hadn’t experienced in centuries. It was divine, it was amazing, it was beautiful. Her stomach quaked and she vomited into the blood/vomit puddle on the floor.
The ferocity of Aviana’s sodomizing of her mother was stunning. Karen and Gina leaned back in awe as Aviana tore into her mother’s ass like a feral beast. Puke, blood, and sweat went flying in all directions. Hera’s thick hips shook and quaked and her mom tits squished down onto the floor as she pressed her cheek against the cold tile, her fists clenched, her body shivering in a string of orgasms. The rapid slapping of Aviana’s body against her mother’ss ass was akin to machine gun fire. Hera came, vomited, came again, and vomited again, her face a mask of ecstasy.
Hera’s cervix, forced out from the abuse next door, hung over a foot outside her body and swayed with each stroke. Somewhere along the line, Aviana came and thick streamers of come sluiced out of Hera’s prolapsed, abused ass around the mountainous cock still demolishing it. But still that cock stayed rock hard and Aviana continued to pound her mother’s ass.
Hera could hardly move, could barely breathe, couldn’t even count the number of times she had come. Had she been a mortal, her insides would have been turned into hamburger by the onslaught, but to a goddess, it was amazing.
Finally, after at least three more ejaculations, Aviana slowed. She hugged her mother from behind and slowly slipped her flagging cock from her ass, pulling a huge prolapse from what was left of Hera’s demolished sphincter. Aviana leaned down, pulled her mother’s assflesh into her mouth and sucked out all the semen and puke from inside, enjoying the cream pie she had just created. She pulled her mother up from the muck and kissed her, swapping the blood, puke and semen between them. Then the two of them hugged and lay down in the filth, seeming to drift off to sleep in each other’s arms.
Gina smiled at Karen.
“I think our work here is done. Let’s go check out the rest of the party.’
Chapter 12
Sindee and Persephone made their way to the viewing room where the screens that would show all the full-bodied worship that would be going on that holiday were set up. There were a few getting underway, including a seriously hot affair involving a grandmother, a mother, and twin daughters who were already naked, puking, and fucking with abandon. It was filthy and delightful.
“I think I’ll be spending a little time in here before I join the broader festivities. I want to see what’s going on out in the world of our celebrants,” Sindee said.
“I thought Hecate and our goth twins were going to take care of that tonight.”
“They’ll be here in a bit. If they don’t show I want to be around.”
“Sure,” Seph said. “If you want me I think I’ll be in the filth pool.”
Sindee nodded and Persephone stepped out into the hallway. Coming the other way were the Furies, Inez, Morgan, and Maggie. Morgan and Maggie had on the standard diaphanous togas but Inez seemed to have decided to be loud and proud about her immense cock because she was still nude and her cock was purple and turgid.
“Where you going?” Seph asked.
“Just to the other room to talk for a bit,” Maggie said.
“Okay, have fun. I’ll be at the pool party.”
The Furies made their way to the room with the couches and sat down. There were food spreads in every room, so they each piled a plate high with things they would be puking back up shortly, grabbed beer, and sat down.
“So tell me what it’s like to do the Fury thing?” Morgan asked around a mouthful of rice-and-pasta mix that she didn’t even try to hide. “How difficult is it? We still have a philanthropic empire to manage.”
“It’s pretty easy,” Maggie said. “Just a few hours a week. If we do it right instead of the way my sisters always did it, it’s like being a therapist. It’s kind of nice if you want to make a difference in folks lives.”
“Nice. I get the feeling you’re a little different from your sisters,” Inez prodded.
“Yeah, I’ve always been the soft touch, the lightweight. While sometimes harsh punishments were justified – and enjoyable for us – I usually tried to see things from both sides. My sisters were more likely to just take what the petitioner said and run with it. It created tension. I love my sisters, but I think things are better this way.”
“I take it you and your sisters…you know…” Inez said.
“Of course, that’s the way things role on Olympus.”
Inez shoved the last of her plateful into her mouth. Her stomach bulged out in front of her. She swallowed twice, then spit out a small mouthful of chewed up food into her hand, rubbing it along her pulsating cock. Morgan, who was sitting next to her on the couch leaned forward and kissed her, while at the same time slowly stroking her cock. Inez met her kiss and ran her fingertips across her sister’s big tits, gently squeezing the long, hard nipple. Morgan moaned.
Morgan slid down to the floor and turned around, pointing her cunt and ass at her sister. Her demolished asshole was already gaping above cunt lips that were parted, revealing a cervix pressing against the opening. Maggie knelt beside her and gestured to Inez to stand up. As soon as Inez’s gargantuan cock was positioned in front of her, Maggie drove her face down the hard shaft, forcing it against the back of her throat. She gagged, retched twice, then pulled back and vomited into Morgan’s gaped asshole.
Morgan moaned as Maggie gagged herself again and vomited more chunky puke into her asshole. Maggie used three fingers from each hand to pull Morgan’s gaping prolapsed asshole even wider, sending load after load of vomit down the cavernous hole.
Finally Maggie leaned back.
“I want to see you fuck your sister’s asshole,” Maggie said. “If you’re going to be a Fury with a cock, you better know how to use it.”
“Sure,” Inez said. “But what makes you think I’m done with you?” She reached out, snatched up Maggie’s hair, and drove her cock into her mouth. Maggie tried to pull back but Inez held her tight. A second later a steaming, chunky load of puke rocketed out of Maggie’s stomach. It filled her mouth and squirted out from around Inez’s meat. More shot from her nose. She coughed, puked, and gagged, but Inez held her firm, forcing her throbbing meat into Maggie’s throat. Finally, after one more retch, Inez let her go.
Maggie jerked back, leapt up, and slapped Inez across the face, then leaned in and kissed her hard. Then, with one swift motion she forced Inez down onto all fours. Before the new cockgirl Fury knew what had happened, Maggie had four fingers up her ass and was wrenching upwards, stretching it wider than she had ever been stretched. Inez arched her back and moaned.
“Whore,” Maggie said, laughing at the rough play. “I like you. You seem like a good fit. But you’ve got a long way to go before you’re better than me. Now get to work on Morgan’s ass, you cunt.”
Inez nodded and drove her cock into her sister’s waiting body.
Chapter 13
A little while later, Hecate slipped into the viewing room and found Sindee still sitting there watching feeds of the different full-bodies worships that were going on around the world.
“Hey, don’t you think it’s time you joined the party in the filth pool?” Hecate said.
“I guess.”
Hecate gave Sindee a shove towards the door, yanking off the Emesis Goddess’s toga.
“Get out there, go, shoo! I got this. There’s a surprise in the pool for you.”
Sindee shrugged. “Okay.”
Her cock at half-staff was swaying side-to-side as she made her way down the hallway, out the door, and onto the rooftop deck where the pool was. The pool was now full of scum, filth, decay and all sorts of nastiness. In other words, it was perfect for their purposes.
Persephone, Angie, Gina, Karen, Marlene, Cathy, Angie, Uma, Teagan, Aviana, and Hera were all in or around the pool, and right after Sindee entered, Maggie, Inez, and Morgan followed her in.
Everyone stopped what they were doing when Sindee entered and turned and clapped.
“It’s the goddess of the hour, the queen of Thanksgiving in Reverse!” someone called, and everyone cheered.
Sindee pulled up a bowl of pasta mix from a side table and gulped it down, filling her stomach, then added a couple of protein shakes on top of it. That would get her started. She walked to the side of the pool.
The stench emanating from the pool was nauseating and delightful. It made Sindee’s stomach creak. Uma and Angie moved to the side of the pool and opened their mouths, looking up expectantly. Sindee smiled down at her priestesses and vomited into their opened mouths, spraying them with her thick, steamy, chunky vomit. Once, twice, three times she retched, covering the priestesses with a thick layer of filth and adding to the muck that already coated their bodies and plastered their hairs to their heads.
Angie reached up for Sindee’s rock hard pulsating cock, but Sindee drew back.
“What?” Angie asked, perplexed. “What’s wrong?”
It seemed like everyone in the pool area heard Angie’s question, because all eyes turned to Sindee.
The Goddess of Emesis looked around and shook her head.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “Never mind, I’ll just go back to the viewing room.”
She turned to go, but Angie slipped out of the pool quickly and moved to Sindee’s side.
“Come on, girl,” Angie said. “What’s going on? Dish!”
Sindee sighed. “This is going to sound stupid,” she started. “But I’m always the girl with the big cock who she uses to make all the girls around her gag and puke. It’s fun, but…” she trailed off.
Angie smiled, light dawning in her eyes. “This is about the cock thing, isn’t it?”
Sindee nodded, Angie continued.
“So you want to be the one sucking cock, puking on it, getting your asshole filled and destroyed. You want to catch, rather than pitch.”
“Yes,” Sindee said. “I want to be the bitch tonight.”
The deck area was silent for a moment, the only sound was faint traffic noise drifting up from the city streets far below, then Angie smiled. “Well why didn’t you say so!”
Persephone gestured towards the side of the deck. A rack appeared with a more than a dozen gigantic strap-ons.
“If you don’t have a cock of your own, grab one from the rack. Sindee wants to be the bitch, let’s get busy.”
The cockless goddesses and priestesses all moved towards the rack and began strapping on. There was a stirring of the water from the deep end of the pool. Bubbles broke the surface, followed by a woman’s head – Hecate, in one of her forms. This form had small rams horns on the side of her head. She rose up, her breasts clearing the water, then, below her navel, something completely different. A giant cock that was probably bigger than Sindee’s and legs covered with writhing, squirming maggots.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Sindee said. “It’s the Maggotaur all over again.”
“I knew you wanted more cock,” the Maggotaur Hecate said. “I just made a few tweaks from the previous version and brought it along. I knew you wouldn’t mind.
Angie took Sindee’s hand and guided her to the shallowest part of the filth pool, where the foul muck was only a few inches deep. Sindee knelt in the filth and looked up at Angie.
The priestess smiled, her big fat tits coated in filth and muck, a maggot hovering at the end of a long nipple. Her cunt and asshole were both gaping and inside-out – her pierced cervix hanging down between her thighs and a big, conical mountain of assflesh with multiple piercings stuck out of her catastrophically ruined (and also pierced) asshole over a foot. And, of course, her brand new cock pulsated in front of her, its tip gaping and a long thread of pre-come hanging out.
Sindee reached down into the filth and pulled up a handful of slime, mud, and maggots. She swallowed it down and repeated the performance multiple times, her tummy swelling in front of her little by little until she looked pregnant, her bulbous stomach sticking out and pushing her tits up and her cock down into the mud.
Sindee stroked the meat stick that was hovering in front of her face.
“Fuck my face like a whore,” Sindee crooned. “Make me puke. None of this divine shit, I want to go old-school tonight.”
“As you wish Goddess,” Angie said, leaning down and kissing Sindee on the lips. As she pulled back, Angie shot a load of vomit down Sindee’s face and tits, grabbed her hair and drove her cock into Sindee’s open mouth.
Sindee wiped the filth from her eyes and let her face be used like a sex toy. Angie started somewhat gently, but Sindee slapped the priestess’s thigh. Angie got the message and began relentlessly driving her meat into Sindee’s throat, forcing the nearly-two-foot-long shaft into her mouth. Sindee tilted her head forward, putting pressure on the back of her throat. After two or three more savage thrusts from Angie’s thick meat, Sindee’s burgeoning stomach unleashed its first load, shooting out filthy puke from around the shaft. It ran down Sindee’s chin and off onto her pendulous tits that jiggled and shook under Angie’s oral onslaught. Sindee’s tummy convulsed again, and another load rocketed from her stomach out her mouth and nose. She coughed and sputtered.
Angie slowed down for a moment, but Sindee drove her own throat back down her cock to the base, bringing out more filth and puke.
Sindee’s tits, tummy, and cock were now coated in puke and filth, as were Angie’s – though she was already filthy when she started. Angie pulled back, jerking her cock from Sindee’s throat and ejecting another round of puke from Sindee’s mouth. Angie gave one, two, three hard strokes of her meat and shot a thick load of her steaming come across Sindee’s face and chest, even as the goddess was painting herself with her own filth.
While Sindee was being destroyed by Angie’s meat, the Furies had slipped into the water next to them. Maggie and Morgan were on either side of Sindee and ran their tongues down her big, puke-covered tits. They licked up big chunks of filth, vomit, maggots, and Angie’s thick, sticky come. They swallowed it all down, pulling Sindee’s long, hard nipples into their mouths. Sindee moaned as the Fury’s soft, warm mouths engulfed the sensitive ends of her tits. She closed her eyes, running her own tongue over her lips and tasting the delightful flavor of her own vomit. Morgan and Maggie pulled up fresh handfuls of filth, puke, and slime for Sindee to swallow down, refilling her tank. Sindee’s stomach bulged fresh as she sucked down the offering. The overflow again ran down her tits, which Maggie and Morgan were happy to clean up with their lips and tongue.
Angie had stepped aside and Inez now stood in front of Sindee, her purple cock throbbing in anticipation.
“Do I need to tell you what to do?” Sindee asked, looking up at the Fury with doe eyes.
Inez shook her head, seized Sindee’s puke-plastered hair, and picked up where Angie had left off.
Sindee vomited as Inez stroked. Then after Inez it was Gina with a strap on, then Seph with a strap-on. Each woman, goddess or priestess, took a run at Sindee’s waiting gullet. Each time she reloaded from the puke and filth in the pool. And each time the women around her sucked and licked her body clean between rounds. It was amazing.
All the while, however, the Maggotaur had been standing to the side, watching, waiting. Finally, Sindee looked over at the beast.
“Well?” she said.
The Maggotaur Hecate smiled slipped through the water, stroking her cock. The maggots that covered her legs and her lower body squirmed, wriggled, and spilled out into the water. Uma, remembering the fun the last time the Maggotaur appeared, slipped to her knees next to her and ran her tongue up the Maggotaur’s thigh, licking off a mouthful of maggots. The squirmed against her tongue and cheeks and wriggled in her throat when she swallowed. She gulped down another two or three, then turned to her goddess.
Sindee smiled and looked over at the Maggotaur.
“Maybe it’s time to switch holes,” she said, kneeling forward on all fours.
Uma pulled open Sindee’s abused, shredded sphincter and vomited the maggots down her hole, then held it open while the Maggotaur hovered her thick meat above the gaping, demolished sphincter.
Sindee moaned and looked back over her shoulder. “What are you waiting for, bitch!” she called. “Do it!”
The Maggotaur drove her cock hard into Sindee’s asshole. The Goddess of Emesis moaned, but only had a second to catch her breath before Uma rammed her strap-on into her mouth. Sindee vomited out her mouth and nose and could barely catch her breath as she was destroyed from both ends simultaneously, while crouched in a pool of mud, slime, and filth. She felt her asshole stretch, tear, and prolapse, gripping the Maggotaur’s shaft and prolapsing out behind her, covered in fetid water, slime, puke, and filth.
It was delightful.
Sindee puked, fucked, was sodomized, and did every deviant, disgusting thing she and the other goddesses and priestesses could think of. It was a filthy, dirty, disgusting Thanksgiving Eve.
Just as it should be.
Epilogue
It was Thanksgiving morning, somewhere around 5:30 AM. Sindee slowly slid her cock out of her grandmother’s puke-filled, prolapsed asshole and lay back, her meaty cock pulsating out thick streamers of her divine come. Gina rolled over and began sucking on the meat that had just come out of her own destroyed asshole.
Sindee sighed, staring up at the sky, the morning just beginning to dawn in the east.
Gina sucked several more mouthfuls of her granddaughter’s come, then lay back in the filth next to her, resting her head on her shoulder.
“That was fucking awesome,” Gina whispered.
“Yeah, and there are four more days of this to go.”
“Do you remember that Thanksgiving when you turned twenty-one and you joined our annual party?” Gina asked.
“That was only three years ago, of course I remember,” Sindee replied.
“Back then this was just a lark, a joke, some sexy little fun. I never dreamed it would end up like…this. Goddesses? Are you kidding me? And that the love of my life would be my granddaughter? Hell, I never even thought I would get over the idea of you being a trans girl with a cock, let alone…this.”
“Are you glad it ended up like this?” Sindee asked.
“I have never been happier,” Gina replied, and leaned over to kiss Sindee, swapping a thick chunk of puke between them…
THE END (for now)
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