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\u201cHarlot!\u201d<\/p>\n\u201cHarlot!\u201d<\/p>\n
The preacher at the podium screamed the word into his microphone, making it reverberate through the enormous, brightly lit sanctuary of the megachurch, in which hundreds of congregants were gathered for Sunday services. Like the other churchgoers, Goddess Marquesa was startled.<\/p>\n
Her surprise intensified when she saw her own face appear on the giant LED screen mounted behind the preacher, which until that moment had been projecting placid images of wide prairies and sunny shorelines. Looking at the ceiling toward the front of the large auditorium, she saw the remote-controlled camera that had surreptitiously been trained on her. It had caught her in an upper-torso focus, so that the assembly got to take in the blond locks, emerald eyes, classic features and voluptuous breasts that gave her such seductive appeal.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have a harlot among us!\u201d the preacher repeated, pointing toward Goddess Marquesa\u2019s seat. The strangers around her twisted heads and craned necks to get a close-up look at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cAll of you know our Director of AV Technology, Harold Patterson,\u201d the preacher declared, his tone softening. As he spoke, a middle-aged man walked forward from a screened area at the back of the large dais from which the preacher spoke. Goddess Marquesa recognized him as her recent devotee, Harold, at whose invitation she had come to this church service today. She rolled her eyes as she realized the nature of the set-up to which she was now being subjected.<\/p>\n
Harold was wearing the headset that he used as head AV technician, but tears were streaming down his face, and he trembled as he walked forward. The preacher extended a welcoming hand, urging Harold to come forward. \u201cYou have been led into the ways of sin, brother. But God is merciful. He is always ready to forgive!\u201d<\/p>\n
Harold fell to his knees at the preacher\u2019s feet, hands clasped in supplication. \u201cSave me!\u201d he cried, his voice choked in tears.<\/p>\n
The preacher placed a consoling hand on Harold\u2019s head and faced the congregation. \u201cSeveral months ago our brother Harold fell under the influence of this woman,\u201d on these words the preacher pointed again with his free hand, \u201cwho calls herself \u2018Goddess Marquesa\u2019\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
The preacher paused here to allow the congregation to react. A noise rose up that was halfway between a groan and a hiss, registering the assembly\u2019s collective shock and hostility. Goddess Marquesa rolled her eyes again. This was good theater. She knew, because she had produced much of her own, though of a different kind.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe seduced him with the temptations of the flesh!\u201d the preacher continued, rising to his theme. \u201cShe made him believe he had been hypnotized!\u201d<\/p>\n
The noise from the congregation rose again, more intensely.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut Harold saw the error of his ways. He could smell the brimstone reek of eternal damnation, and came to me for guidance!\u201d the preacher declared.<\/p>\n
\u201cHallelujah!\u201d cried out a voice from the congregation, eliciting echoes of \u201cPraise the Lord!\u201d and \u201cThank Jesus!\u201d from other corners of the assembly.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow with our help and the Lord\u2019s, Brother Harold can come home to God! Pray with me brothers and sisters. Pray for the redemption of our brother\u2019s soul.\u201d<\/p>\n
On these last words the preacher lowered his head in silent prayer, and the congregation followed his example. While the church assembly was thus engaged Goddess Marquesa stood up, drawing surreptitious eyes toward her curvaceous hips and shapely legs, and began making her way down the row in which she was seated, recognizing this as an opportune moment to make her escape. The trap had been cleverly planned, however. She had been seated in one of the front rows of the very large sanctuary-auditorium, so she had not even gotten halfway toward the exit when the silent prayer ended.<\/p>\n
\u201cI cast you out demon!\u201d the preacher said as he looked up from his meditation, simultaneously pushing the top of Harold\u2019s head with his hand. Harold yielded to its force, falling backwards and fainting flat from religious passion, as if a demon had left him. This sent hands into the air in the congregation, and brought forth more cries of \u201cHallelujah!\u201d and \u201cPraise the Lord!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOur brother is free from sin, harlot!\u201d the preacher cried, directing his words towards the retreating Goddess. She did not favor him with a backwards glance.<\/p>\n
\u201cI would offer you the same salvation,\u201d the preacher continued, \u201cbut I can see that you have hardened your heart against the Lord! Go, then! Go and plague this holy assembly no more!\u201d<\/p>\n
Goddess Marquesa reached the big double doors at the end of the aisle nearest where she had been seated. Without pausing, she pushed through into the lobby space beyond, followed by the disapproving hisses and grumbles of the crowd. As the weighted door closed behind her, a young man in a smartly pressed blue pastel suit strode up to her, with the air of someone who had been expecting her.<\/p>\n
\u201cMs. Marquesa,\u201d the young man said, his tone deferential, \u201cI am Darryl Jones,\u00a0 Pastor Ryan\u2019s secretary. He asked me to escort you to his private chapel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would I be interested in any invitation from that man?\u201d Goddess Marquesa asked nonchalantly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe anticipated that you might be offended,\u201d the young secretary rejoined, \u201cbut he would like to make amends. He says that if you will grant him an audience, he will treat it as a great personal favor and owe you a debt of gratitude.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe is worried that I might sue him,\u201d Goddess Marquesa noted with wry scorn.<\/p>\n
Darryl Jones shrugged his shoulders and held out his hands palms-up in a gesture of confession. \u201cAs a fellow media personality you must understand Pastor Ryan\u2019s motives,\u201d he said. \u201cHe asks that you give him a chance to negotiate before you take any rash action.\u201d<\/p>\n
Goddess Marquesa chuckled softly. Since coming to this church she had been vaguely bored, then mildly irritated, but now she was curious. \u201cWhat the hell?\u201d she said, deliberately flustering the young pastel-clad secretary.<\/p>\n
Jones led the Goddess down a hallway off to the right of the lobby, and after several turns they came to a glass door at the back of the large building, which opened out onto a pleasantly landscaped garden. A path led from the door out to a small building, adorned by a cross and nestled in a copse of shady palm trees. Holding the door courteously, Jones gestured for Goddess Marquesa to follow the path. When they reached the small chapel the young man produced a brass key and opened the front door. Stepping inside, Goddess Marquesa entered what looked as much like a lounge or den as a place of worship. An altar and cross was set up at one end of the small space, but the rest of it was occupied by comfortable couches, plush chairs, and a wet bar set up in a far corner away from the altar. Bookshelves along one wall held leather-covered volumes and displayed trophies and curios. The bare wall space was hung with framed diplomas, photos, and certificates of award or appreciation.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease make yourself comfortable,\u201d Darryl Jones said, indicating the whole space with a sweeping gesture. \u201cPastor Ryan will be with you directly after the conclusion of the service.\u201d<\/p>\n
When the young man had left, Goddess Marquesa explored the room. The books on the shelves were what you would expect: bibles and works of theology. Two books were prominently displayed, covers-forward: The Seduction of Spirituality <\/em>and Tempting the Soul<\/em>, both by Pastor Christopher Ryan. The cover art of the first book depicted Mary Magdalene anointing Jesus\u2019s feet. The second book was graced by a painting of Jesus preaching to the Samaritan woman at the well. Picking up the first title to examine it, Goddess Marquesa found advertising blurbs on the back declaring \u201c10 weeks on the NY Times best-seller list\u201d and \u201c#1 Selling Book for Faith and Spirituality on Amazon for 2017.\u201d The author photo showed him standing with a pert young brunette, identified by caption as Charlene Ryan, whom Goddess Marquesa presumed to be his wife.<\/p>\n The rest of the d\u00e9cor was also intriguing. The Goddess did not recognize all of the figures standing with Pastor Ryan in the framed photos on display, but she could make out Franklin Graham in one, Stephen Baldwin in another, and Larry King in yet another. Harold had not been lying when he said that his pastor was \u201ckind of a big deal.\u201d<\/p>\n Goddess Marquesa had been exploring for about 10 minutes when she heard a key turning in the lock of the chapel door, and Pastor Ryan entered. \u201cMistress Marquesa,\u201d the Pastor said, extending his hand in greeting as he closed the door behind himself, \u201cI am so glad you accepted my invitation.\u201d He smiled broadly, showing off immaculately white teeth. In person Ryan resembled his publicity photos- tall, tan, broad-shouldered and well-muscled. Blue eyes and blond hair cropped short in a severe, military-style cut. Under other circumstances the Goddess might have found him quite attractive.<\/p>\n The Goddess shook Ryan\u2019s offered hand and sat on the couch toward which he gestured, ready to take in his pitch. \u201cMay I offer you any refreshments?\u201d he asked, pointing to a small refrigerator tucked behind the bar to the rear of the chapel. \u201cI have sparkling water, juice. There might even be a beer or some white wine.\u201d This last sentence was said with a conspiratorial wink.<\/p>\n \u201cNo thank you,\u201d the Goddess answered drily. \u201cIf you don\u2019t mind, I would like to keep this brief. I do have a busy day planned.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOf course,\u201d Ryan replied contritely. There was a chair directly across from the spot where the Goddess had sat down, but Ryan smoothly positioned himself right next to her on the same couch. \u201cDarryl told me that you guessed why I asked to meet you. I want first to apologize for springing my little surprise on you\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt takes more than that to surprise me,\u201d Goddess Marquesa interrupted. \u201cI have seen my share of snake oil sold in my time.\u201d Goddess Marquesa smiled, letting the words hang in the air for a few moments. \u201cYou really are in the right line of work, aren\u2019t you?\u201d she noted.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m not sure what you mean,\u201d he replied. \u201cI like to think that I\u2019ve found my calling. But you haven\u2019t answered my question. Please name a figure, and if it is within reason I am more than happy to pay. You helped me save souls today, albeit indirectly.\u201d<\/p>\n This made the Goddess laugh. Loudly. When the laughter subsided, she said, \u201cKeep your money- I wouldn\u2019t want it. I have no intention to sue you.\u201d<\/p>\n To his credit, this did not seem to surprise Ryan. \u201cFrom Harold\u2019s description of you I anticipated that this would be your reaction. Still\u2026I wish that there was some way I could make amends\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n On these last words, Ryan reached out and placed his right hand on Goddess Marquesa\u2019s thigh. It was not a threatening or violent gesture, but it left little doubt about his desire. Goddess Marquesa could not help raising her eyebrows in surprise.<\/p>\n \u201cI made that snake oil crack before to goad you,\u201d she said, her tone calm, \u201cbut I can see that I spoke more truly than I guessed.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou misjudge me,\u201d Ryan replied plaintively, but without removing his hand from the Goddess\u2019s thigh. \u201cI am a sinner, it is true. But my faith is sincere. In my first book\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe Seduction of Spirituality<\/em>,\u201d Goddess Marquesa interrupted, her voice conveying a moment of realization.<\/p>\n \u201c\u2026.yes, that\u2019s right. Very observant of you. In that book, I discuss the ways in which our material yearnings can never truly be escaped, only redirected toward the adoration of God…\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cA task at which you have never fully succeeded,\u201d quipped Goddess Marquesa, \u201cthough I\u2019m sure one can search the index of your book in vain for that fact.\u201d<\/p>\n This made Ryan cough. \u201cYes\u2026.well\u2026.,\u201d he stammered, blood rising to his cheeks, \u201cyou do see much. Perhaps those stunning emerald eyes of yours are genuinely magic. I have strayed many times, it is true, until now always with members of the congregation. I have found that even sin can lead to a higher spirituality\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd members of the congregation have almost as much to lose from indiscretion as you\u2026especially the married ones,\u201d the Goddess intoned harshly.<\/p>\n This time Ryan laughed. \u201cYou brook no excuses. Yes, perhaps I acted as much out of caution as piety. But in this case I find I can\u2019t cling to safety. You are simply too irresistibly charming. I hope I can win you to the fold.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWait a minute,\u201d the Goddess interjected. \u201cAre you hitting on me or proselytizing me?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBoth,\u201d Ryan said, his pupils dilating with desire, \u201cI want you body and spirit. I meant what I wrote in The Seduction of Spirituality <\/em>quite literally: our carnal lusts can lead us on the path back to God. Be my lover. Become a member of my church. Perhaps eventually, when we are both ready to ask God for forgiveness, you can join me on the pulpit, as an assistant pastor. You obviously have great charisma.\u201d<\/p>\n Goddess Marquesa laughed again, long and heartily. This excited Ryan even more, he leaned closer so that he could feel the Goddess\u2019s breath against his face. He moved his hand slowly back and forth, stroking the smooth surface of Goddess Marquesa\u2019s thigh. A rigid tent formed in the crotch of his slacks.<\/p>\n \u201cyou <\/em>plan to seduce Me<\/em>?\u201d Goddess Marquesa asked, her tone expressing disbelief.<\/p>\n \u201cYes,\u201d Ryan replied breathily, \u201cBoth physically and spiritually. I will taste your flesh and save your soul for God.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cForgive me, Pastor,\u201d Goddess Marquesa said, dripping sarcasm, \u201cbut just who do you think you are? Who do you imagine you are dealing with?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI am sure you are quite formidable,\u201d Ryan explained, his breathing becoming shallow. \u201cI can feel your allure working on me even now. But you underestimate me. My faith makes my will stronger than yours. You may doubt now, but when I have filled you with the ecstasy of the spirit you will understand.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHave you heard the words chutzpah<\/em>? Hubris<\/em>?\u201d Goddess Marquesa asked, chuckling as she shook her head in bemusement.<\/p>\n \u201cBut Marquesa,\u201d Ryan countered, grinning confidently, \u201cWe\u2019ve already had a test of which of us is more powerful. You tried to claim Harold Patterson, but in the end my seduction of the spirit was stronger. The people in my orbit stay in my orbit. If one of us is over-proud, it is you. Look around you. This empire wasn\u2019t built on nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n Goddess Marquesa\u2019s eyes narrowed. Her voice dropping almost to a whisper, she breathed, \u201cI was going to walk away, put this whole episode behind me and never think on it again. But you decided to kick the hornets nest. Play with fire.\u201d<\/p>\n Ryan laughed again, more nervously this time. \u201cDoes this mean you will accept my proposition?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI accept no propositions from you,\u201d Goddess Marquesa said. \u201cBut if you are asking whether I am ready to see which one of us can seduce the other\u2026yes I am. Prepare to be schooled\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n With lighting speed, Goddess Marquesa\u2019s right hand shot out and closed around Ryan\u2019s crotch, snaring his engorged cock and balls in the nimble mesh of her sharply lacquered nails. Ryan gasped in mixed surprise, pleasure, and anguish. He spasmed as all his muscles tautened spontaneously, but his eyes never left the Goddess\u2019s face nor his hand her thigh.<\/p>\n \u201cNow, for your first lesson,\u201d Goddess Marquesa instructed, \u201cyou must learn the correct posture when in My presence.\u201d<\/p>\n With shocking strength the Goddess twisted her right hand, driving Ryan leftward. He listed involuntary and slid over the edge of the couch. As the Goddess\u2019s hand unclenched from his balls he fell, folding onto himself like a lawn chair until he landed on the floor, facing Goddess Marquesa on his knees.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s better, pet,\u201d the Goddess cooed with satisfaction as she stood up to tower over the stunned preacher. As he knelt, dazed, she cupped the back of his head with her left hand and slapped his face with her right. \u201cHeel, boy!\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Several weeks later, Ryan approached the pulpit to give his Sunday sermon. The service had been in full swing for almost an hour and the energy was good. The choir had just delivered a rousing rendition of \u201cOld Time Religion,\u201d and the congregation was ready for the tone to mellow and then build again through Ryan\u2019s sermon. Attendance was up. The word was out that Pastor Ryan had caught fire of late. His recent services had been buoyant, jubilant, as if he was channeling the Holy Spirit itself.<\/p>\n \u201cHarlot!\u201d<\/p>\n It had not come from the podium. Ryan had been about to speak into his microphone when the word resounded from the giant screen behind him.<\/p>\n \u201cHarlot!\u201d a woman\u2019s voice shouted again. Stunned murmurs flew around the hushed auditorium.<\/p>\n Ryan looked up to see Goddess Marquesa\u2019s face, caught in tight focus, staring down at him from the giant screen.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d Ryan grunted, taken completely off guard. \u201cWhat is this? Harold?!\u201d Ryan shaded his eyes with one hand and scanned for his AV chief, who should have been at the controls in a screened booth at the back of the auditorium.<\/p>\n \u201cHarold is here with me,\u201d Goddess Marquesa said. From offscreen a man\u2019s voice shouted, \u201cI must obey Goddess!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe has rigged the AV system to give me remote control of the screen from here at home,\u201d the Goddess explained. \u201cHe has also provided me with a two-way camera link so I can enjoy the look on your face, pet.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSecurity! Security!\u201d Ryan shouted, calling to the retired police officers that he kept on staff for just such an occasion. \u201cShut it down! Break into Harold\u2019s booth if you have to.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, I\u2019ve thought of that,\u201d Goddess Marquesa intoned. \u201cHarold assures me that only another AV engineer will be able to figure out how to sever the connection he established, and by the time even he or she figures it out we will be done here.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat do you want?\u201d Ryan asked petulantly.<\/p>\n \u201cJust to show your congregants a little bit of what you have been up to. The real meaning of The Seduction of Spirituality<\/em>,\u201d the Goddess explained.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The screen cut to a scene of Ryan and one of his female congregants, seated in chairs in front of the desk in his pastoral office next to the main sanctuary<\/em>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n A murmur rose from the assembly: they recognized the woman on screen as Alice Henry, a Trustee and lay deacon who right now was seated on the dais among the church elders.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n As real-time Alice and the rest of the congregation watched, screen-Alice lunged in an attempt to wrap her arms around screen-Ryan.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cI love you!\u201d screen-Alice pleaded. \u201cThe things we\u2019ve done. The ecstasy we\u2019ve known\u2026.I can\u2019t live without it\u2026\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cI know sister, I feel the temptation too\u2026,\u201d screen-Ryan answered, rebuffing Alice\u2019s embrace with an upraised hand. \u201cBut we must be strong. We have sinned, but we may seek redemption in the Lord. Let us turn our love into something chaste\u2026something holy. I can sin with you no more\u2026\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n The screen cut back to Goddess Marquesa in live time. Murmurs of pain and disapproval circled the crowd. In her seat on the dais, Alice Henry threw her face into her hands and sobbed softly.<\/p>\n \u201cIt is true!\u201d Ryan spoke into the mic. \u201cI can\u2019t deny it, brothers and sisters. I strayed.\u201d Ryan\u2019s voice broke, the contrition in his tone was profound. The mood in the room shifted from disapproval to sympathy.\u00a0 \u201cBut like you I have been betrayed. Our brother Harold spied on me<\/em>. He placed a camera into my office to catch me in my weakness but you can see\u2026.I was struggling to return to the Lord\u2019s grace.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh, it wasn\u2019t Harold,\u201d Goddess Marquesa said, a wicked smile lighting her face. \u201cAny fool can set up a nanny cam.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The screen cut back to a scene of the office. Goddess Marquesa was seated on the Pastor\u2019s desk, wearing a severely short skirt, her shapely nylon-clad legs crossed, stretched out in full view, the high-heeled shoe on her right foot resting on one of the chairs set in front of the desk. To the right of the frame could be seen the figure of Darryl Jones, kneeling, his hands clasped in supplication.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cPlease Goddess,\u201d he gasped, his tone pleading, \u201cI\u2019ve done as you asked. The camera is ready. Please let me have what you promised.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cAll right, pet,\u201d the Goddess answered, her voice pitched to convey that she was in a generous mood. \u201cYou may have your reward.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n With this permission Darryl eagerly took the Goddess\u2019s dangling foot in a tender grasp, and placed his lips lovingly against the stocking peeking out from the top of her shoe.<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cYou see!\u201d Ryan shouted, his composure slipping, as the screen once again showed Goddess Marquesa\u2019s smiling face. \u201cShe is a kind of succubus! A witch! I tried to warn our brother Harold about her, and now her corruption spreads!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMy<\/em> corruption?\u201d Goddess Marquesa replied, laughing. \u201cTalk about the pot calling the kettle black! You are among the most corrupt men I have ever met, and that<\/em> is saying something.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBaseless lies!\u201d Ryan protested. \u201cShe is a deceiver!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe way you deceived poor Alice over there?\u201d the Goddess asked. \u201cYou didn\u2019t throw over Alice for God. You threw her over for Me!\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The screen switched back to a scene of Ryan\u2019s office. This time Ryan was bent over face down on his desk, still wearing his come-to-meeting suit, but with his pants and underwear down around his ankles. Goddess Marquesa stood behind him, naked except for a black bustier, black stockings and garters, high heels, and a strap on dildo that was thrust deeply into the preacher\u2019s ass as the Goddess pumped her hips rhythmically.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cDo you want me to stop?\u201d screen-Goddess Marquesa asked the pinioned preacher.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cNo please\u2026.don\u2019t stop\u2026.it feels so good\u2026,\u201d screen-Ryan begged<\/em>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The scene cut away back to Goddess Marquesa in present time, smiling broadly.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2026I\u2026I\u2026,\u201d Ryan stammered, briefly nonplused. Rallying, he faced the congregation and Alice, and said, \u201cI am weak, it\u2019s true. I fell victim to this temptress. But it was God I betrayed, not Alice! The scene this witch just showed you happened long after I had found the strength to end the affair between Alice and me.\u201d Pointing up at the screen, Ryan cried out passionately, tears leaking from his eyes, \u201cI had set my heart on the straight and narrow when this Jezebel came along!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHa!\u201d Goddess Marquesa scoffed. \u201cYou forget that Darryl has access to your private chapel.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The screen cut again to a scene of Ryan himself, alone on his knees in the middle of the small chapel in the garden. The view caught him in a head-and-torso focus, seen looking down from the cross above the altar. His hands clasped in prayer, screen-Ryan said, \u201cDear Lord, please give me strength. I thought I knew what I was getting into with Marquesa, but\u2026her allure is so intoxicating. I am haunted by fantasies of her day and night. I try to resist but\u2026.it\u2019s no use. My cock is constantly erect. I can\u2019t even think of other women. Alice pales by comparison. I don\u2019t think I could become erect for her now if I tried. I have to break it off with her\u2026.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cYou bastard!\u201d Alice screamed. She had been crouched in her chair, holding her face in her hands from shame, but now she leapt to her feet and ran off the dais sobbing, throwing her prayer book at Ryan as she fled. The book struck Ryan in the shoulder and fell to the ground as the screen switched back to Goddess Marquesa.<\/p>\n \u201cYou demon!\u201d Ryan shouted at the screen. Turning to the congregation, he held out his hands in a pleading gesture and cried, \u201cPlease, brothers and sisters! Try to understand. The harlot seduced me! She led me astray!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy should they believe you when you lied to Alice?\u201d the Goddess asked. \u201cAnd when you have been so cagey about the ways in which you have been using their donations to your church.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMore lies!\u201d Ryan grunted. \u201cGet thee behind me, Satan! You might have used your charms to get Harold or Darryl to spin fairy tales for you, but your wiles can\u2019t bring down an honest man!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAn honest man, maybe not,\u201d Goddess Marquesa quipped. \u201cBut, you? Too easy. It is just a matter of knowing whom to ask.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The scene on screen switched to Ryan\u2019s chapel again, empty accept for his pretty young wife, Charlene. She was standing before the altar in prayer, her hands clasped so tightly that her knuckles were white. Looking up unwittingly at the camera, she pleaded, \u201cLord give me strength. I must resist her. I must. But these feelings she arouses in me\u2026 They are so powerful. I\u2019ve never felt such excitement\u2026.such pleasure\u2026I\u2019ve never been so drawn to someone. I don\u2019t know how much longer I can hold out\u2026\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 As the young woman spoke, the door to the chapel behind her opened silently. Charlene did not notice as Goddess Marquesa walked up behind her, unaware that she was not alone until an elegantly formed hand reached from behind Charlene\u2019s back and began fondling the brunette\u2019s right breast. The preacher\u2019s wife gasped in surprised ecstasy and tensed momentarily, only to surrender in the next moment as if to irresistible temptation. Relaxing, Charlene allowed herself to collapse backwards into Goddess Marquesa\u2019s arms. With whispers of \u201cYes\u2026yes\u2026oh, yesss\u2026\u201d the preacher\u2019s wife yielded up her mouth to receive the Goddess\u2019s deep kiss.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cMore witchcraft!\u201d Ryan yelled, his face turning red with shame and anger. \u201cCharlene may have succumbed to your spell like the rest of us, but she would never slander me! She couldn\u2019t!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know what you are thinking,\u201d said the Goddess, whose visage was once again upon the big screen. \u201cCharlene would have as much to lose as you if the extent of your secret bank accounts was ever made public. But I was able to persuade her that it was worth it.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The scene on screen switched again. It was back in Ryan\u2019s private \u201cchapel,\u201d but this time filmed from a different angle. A young woman in a leather mask was stretched out naked on one of the long couches, her legs bent and splayed, her pelvis tilted upward. Ryan was standing naked, bent down over the end of the couch, his head between the young woman\u2019s legs. Goddess Marquesa was seated behind him, wearing a brightly patterned yellow and orange sun dress and red high-heels, her right hand reaching from behind between Ryan\u2019s legs. A loud buzzing could be heard, as well as wet sounds reminiscent of a dog lapping at its water dish.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ryan lifted his head to gasp for air, his face covered with the juices of the masked woman\u2019s arousal. When he did, Goddess Marquesa pulled her hand back from between his legs, revealing that it contained a vibrating plastic egg that had been lodged at the juncture between his cock and balls.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cKeep working, pet!\u201d Goddess Marquesa commanded. \u201cI will only make you cum when you make my slave girl cum. You know I can play your body like a fiddle.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYes, Mistress!\u201d Ryan agreed.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhom do you love?\u201d the Goddess demanded, still holding back the vibrator.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou, Mistress!\u201d Ryan cried.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWho else?\u201d <\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNo one, Mistress!\u201d <\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNot your wife, Charlene?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNo Mistress!\u201d Ryan shouted, \u201cshe has never meant anything to me! I love You and only You! I would kill Charlene if You asked me to!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n The screen switched back to Goddess Marquesa in present-time. She laughed and said, \u201cAmazing that you didn\u2019t recognize your wife even while you were eating her pussy! Foiled by your own male laziness. What a shame.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAaargh!\u201d screamed Ryan, enraged. He looked among the church elders seated on the dais for Charlene, hoping to vent his fury.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, Charlene is not there with you,\u201d Goddess Marquesa explained, understanding the object of Ryan\u2019s search. \u201cShe slipped away during the hymns and is here with me now. She brought lots of interesting documents that I\u2019m sure your board of trustees would like to see.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI want a divorce, Chris!\u201d shouted a young woman\u2019s voice from offscreen.<\/p>\n \u201cLies!\u201d Ryan shouted, turning to plead with the congregation, which had been agitated but now sat in stony, uncomprehending silence. \u201cListen to me brothers and sisters! You see this woman\u2019s devilish power. She controls people\u2019s minds. She hypnotized Charlene!\u201d<\/p>\n Goddess Marquesa laughed musically. \u201cHow can you ask these people to believe you?\u201d she intoned. \u201cEverything about you is a lie. Even your faith.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat is not true!\u201d Ryan screamed. \u201cI have strayed, but I have never forsworn the Lord!\u201d<\/p>\n A wickedly knowing smile lit the Goddess\u2019s enchanting face. \u201cCan you already have forgotten the romantic limousine ride we took along the coast two nights ago?\u201d she asked. \u201cYou were so focused on Me that you never realized that our driver was Harold. He really is a talented AV engineer.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The screen cut to the back of a stretch limousine. Goddess Marquesa wore a short, fitted gold lame dress and a white fur stole. Her magnificent legs were sheathed in glittered hose, her feet in gold-plated stilettos.\u00a0 Ryan knelt on the floor of the limo facing her, and held her right hand in both of his, his demeanor beseeching.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cPlease, Marquesa, I beg you to marry me. I\u2019ll get rid of Charlene- I don\u2019t care what it costs me in alimony. I\u2019ve never needed anyone like I need you.\u201d Here Ryan kissed the Goddess\u2019s hand, and continued to do so, speaking each sentence between passionate kisses: \u201cYou are my beautiful tyrant [kiss]. You rule my world with a sweetly iron hand and make it into the Garden of Eden [kiss]. You\u2019ve shown me pleasures I never imagined, ecstasies I could scarcely conceive of [kiss]. I would give anything to be with you always.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAnswer me a question, then,\u201d Goddess Marquesa said icily, \u201cWho am I?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou are my Mistress,\u201d Ryan replied. <\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Goddess Marquesa, moving with blinding speed, slapped Ryan forcefully with her left hand. \u201cWho am I?\u201d she repeated \u201cSpeak My true Name if you want any hope of being Mine.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou are my Goddess!\u201d Ryan confessed.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAnd what do you do for Me?\u201d asked the Goddess.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI love You!\u201d Ryan cried, his voice cracking.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Again, slap! \u201cFool! Say the words! What do you do for Me?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI worship You!\u201d Ryan admitted. \u201cOh, Goddess, I worship You! I pray to You with my body and soul!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAnd is there anyone you pray to before Me?\u201d the Goddess asked.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNo!\u201d Ryan screamed, his face turning red as the dam broke, \u201cThere is no God! Only You, Goddess! There is only You!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n The scene on the screen froze.<\/p>\n Screams echoed in the auditorium. Several parishioners fainted. Cries of \u201cBlasphemy!\u201d \u201cHeretic!\u201d and \u201cSatan!\u201d rang out. Ryan faced his flock as the screen once again returned to the smiling visage of Goddess Marquesa. The preacher\u2019s eyes were as wide as saucers, manic foam flecked his lips and chin. \u201cBrothers and sisters!\u201d he croaked, \u201cyou must believe me! This woman bewitched me! Hypnotized me! I would never have spoken such filth otherwise!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThink carefully, pet,\u201d Goddess Marquesa spoke down from the screen. \u201cThe excuse of hypnosis might win you forgiveness now, but what will it cost you in trust? Do you really want to see what I can do to your congregation if they believe that I truly have that kind of power?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d Ryan asked, panting as adrenaline brought his breath up short.<\/p>\n \u201cI mean that though you know you are lying about why you did and said those things, unbeknownst to you, I did hypnotize you- only once! It was two nights ago, in the limo, after<\/em> you had forsworn your faith. You don\u2019t remember it, because it worked like a charm.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m not afraid of you,\u201d Ryan bluffed, calling upon the last of his theatrical skills, thinking that he had little left to lose. \u201cThe Lord is my Rock and my Redeemer.\u201d<\/p>\n This moment of defiance actually calmed the assembly. A hush descended as the parishioners waited, curious to see what would happen next.<\/p>\n Goddess Marquesa ignored Ryan\u2019s empty bravado. Smiling disarmingly, so that her beautiful features were made even more breathtaking, she addressed the crowd. \u201cYou see, friends, I planted what is called a post-hypnotic suggestion<\/em> in Pastor Ryan\u2019s mind.\u00a0 When I speak a key phrase to him, he will be powerless to resist my programming.\u201d<\/p>\n Turning her gaze back toward Ryan, the Goddess pursed her lips enticingly and said two words: \u201cWorship me.\u201d<\/p>\n For several seconds nothing happened. Ryan stood frozen, staring up at the screen, mouth open but making no sound. A pin dropping could be heard in the auditorium. Finally, Ryan began to tremble, gently at first but then more violently, as if he were struggling to control his limbs.<\/p>\n \u201cNo\u2026\u201d he said in a high-pitched whine. \u201cPlease no, Goddess! Don\u2019t make me do it. Let me stop. Let me\u2026.let me\u2026.\u201dAs he begged, his hands worked of their own volition, unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants down around his ankles, then peeling his boxer shorts away from his massively engorged cock. A few screams and retching noises\u00a0 resonated from the crowd, but mostly the auditorium sat in mute shock as Ryan fell to his knees and began to masturbate, staring up lovingly at Goddess Marquesa\u2019s visage, transfixed.<\/p>\n \u201cYou see what I can do with my voice,\u201d Goddess Marquesa explained. \u201cThose of you who would like to experience it, simply listen and relax. I will hypnotize you now\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n At these words panic broke out in the auditorium. Families body-checked one another in the effort to free themselves from the aisles, thick columns of jostling bodies streamed through the exit doors at the back, tumbling into the lobby and breaking helter-skelter for the parking lot beyond. As the pandemonium unfolded, Goddess Marquesa continued her peroration\u2026<\/p>\n \u201c\u2026Of course, those of you who object to being hypnotized should leave, and never come back. I will be using my access to this building\u2019s electronics system to insinuate hypnotic messages now and again. And subliminally, of course, into the syndicated telecasts of the Church\u2019s services\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Goddess Marquesa took a sip from the water glass set next to her at her work station at home as she watched the chaos play out across her computer screen. Darryl was standing by with a pitcher and topped it off right away, while Charlene continued to massage the Goddess\u2019s shoulders lovingly. From the kitchen Harold could be heard preparing sandwiches for lunch. It had been a good morning\u2019s work for Team Revenge.<\/p>\n As the last of the panicked parishioners streamed out of the sanctuary, Ryan orgasmed, screaming \u201cOh Goddess\u2026.Goddess\u2026.I love You Goddess!\u201d while thick ropes of cum sprayed from his cock. He trembled, then was still. Briefly his eyes closed, but opened once more as his wilted cock stiffened again and his hand drifted involuntarily back toward his shaft.<\/p>\n \u201cGoddess\u2026please\u2026.,\u201d he begged, \u201c\u2026please let me stop. Don\u2019t make me do it again.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGoddess is busy, pet,\u201d Goddess Marquesa declared, \u201ckeep saying your prayers.\u201d<\/p>\n While Ryan resumed his fevered stroking, the Goddess surveyed the auditorium. 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\nRyan bit his lip abashedly, but his good humor did not abate. \u201cI\u2019m glad,\u201d he said, \u201cstill\u2026I hope you will accept my apology. And\u2026\u201d he continued, drawing out the conjunction, \u201cI hope that you will tell me how I might compensate you for any discomfort or distress I caused. Any at all.\u201d<\/p>\n