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* * * * *A Sacrifice to the Goddess
I
occasionally do period pieces as I call them. These are pieces that are
not of the here and now. Basically, it is altering the time frame or
the location or both.
So welcome to the middle east circa 2,000 BCE.
I am basing the story on Canaanite customs. I had to look them up. The names are Canaanite.
The statue of the Goddess Asherah in the story is based on one I found
online. It is a representation of an “Earth Mother.” The the breasts
are not exceptionally endowed, but the hips, belly, legs and the rest
of her are plump. Unlike the gaunt, emaciated supermodels of today,
these features were considered sexy back in the day since they
represented fertility.
The priestess in this story was
selected, in part, because her proportions mimicked that of the
goddess. Those of you with a BBW fetish will appreciate her.
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A Sacrifice to the Goddess
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Aqhat approached the temple at dawn. His servants who came with him
bore gifts from his father, the owner of a vineyard about a half day’s
journey away.
These gifts, of course, included wine but also
oils and spices gotten from other merchants in trade. There was one
gift, however, that was beyond what the servants could carry that only
Aqhat could bear.
The temple was dedicated to the Goddess
Asherah, the Mother God of Fertility. The purpose of the first-born
son’s trip was to supplicate, on behalf of his father, for the
fertility of his lands and a bountiful crop.
His entourage
halted at the gates that led to the courtyard of the temple. A young
boy with a cherub-like appearance came to greet him. In a high-pitched
voice, he welcomed them on behalf of the goddess and her priestesses.
He was, undoubtedly, one of several eunuchs in service to the temple.
He ushered the group through entrance and indicated where the offerings
were to be placed. At this time, Aqhat dismissed his servants. As
servants, they could not be made clean enough for the sanctity of the
temple. After carefully placing their offerings in the proper place,
they bowed and departed the courtyard to await outside the gates for
their master’s return.
Aqhat removed his sandals, and the
eunuch washed his feet. Inside, he removed his outer robe and replaced
it with one of glittering white linen. There would be no defiling of
the temple.
Aqhat knelt before the doors, quietly mouthing prayers of purification asking the Mother Goddess, to overlook his lowly status.
Outside, the world was ruled by kings and armies and swords. Great renown was won by slaying and enslaving one’s enemies.
Inside, the temple was ruled by the goddess and feminine values: most
of all birth, life and nurturing. In addition to fertility the Asherah
was also the goddess of healing and many physicians in the empire
worshipped her.
As someone who could not bear life himself, Aqhat lost all status and rank once past these doors.
After his purification ritual, several servants of the temple came
forward to take the goods into an antechamber where Aqhat was commanded
to wait for the priestess.
He was surprised when she arrived.
She appeared to be at least four years his junior, barely past puberty
herself, perhaps 13. At first, he questioned how someone so young could
hold such power. Then he reflected on where he was. She was female and
fertile and that gave her all the power in this place.
He knelt before her. His head was bowed and his eyes were averted to the ground.
“I am Hurriya, daughter of Asherah, priestess of the Mother Goddess.
Who are you, what do you bring and what do you ask of the goddess?”
“I am Aqhat, son of Danel, a humble servant of the land of the Mother
Goddess. I bring you these gifts. I pray that they please the will of
the goddess. I ask for the goddess’ blessings on my father’s lands.”
“On behalf of the goddess, I accept these gifts.”
The material possessions were important for the upkeep of the temple
and its priests and staff. There was a practical side to the religion
after all.
But there was also a spiritual side.
“Come with me,” she commanded.
Aqhat followed the girl keeping his head bowed with eyes locked on her
feet as she led him from the antechamber into the sanctuary.
Hurriya led him to a spot and ordered him, “Stand here!” while she ascended a step leading to the central object of worship.
“Look at me,” the priestess commanded.
It was then that Aqhat saw her or at least the earthly representation
of her: the goddess Asherah. She stood tall, thrice the size of a
mortal. Her hair was long and flowing. Her face upheld to the heavens.
She was of perfect female form: small, perky breasts, an ample stomach,
wide hips and well-padded rear, thighs and legs. Aqhat was stricken by
the similarities between the likeness of the goddess and the priest who
served her.
“What else do you offer?” Hurriya asked.
“I offer you my life.”
The religion had long given up on human sacrifice and even animal
sacrifice. Life in this sense meant a part of his future life, a part
of his descendants and future generation. In other words, his seed.
“Proceed with the offer.”
Aqhat shed his outer robe and then opened his inner robe. He had
deliberately clothed himself so that the mere parting of his robes
would expose himself to the priestess.
Hurriya motioned with her hand and two eunuchs came forward bearing water, an alabaster Jar, a bowl and some other equipment.
“Cleanse him,” the girl-priest commanded. “He must be made clean so his offering will be clean.”
The two boys went to work. The first with water, lathering and rinsing three times.
Then, the second with ointment to lubricate his entire genital area.
This was then carefully shaved clean. Aqhat’s 17 years of growth was
removed in minutes.
Aqhat did not relish the idea of these young boys handling his penis, but it was a necessary part of the ritual.
In the process, his penis became erected. After the shaving and the
anointing with oil, one of the boys retreated to his niche while the
other remained kneeling at the priest’s side.
Hurriya smiled
at the sight before her. A servile male, son of a wealthy and powerful
landowner, with erect penis kneeling before her. She said, “The Mother
Goddess is pleased that you are making this offering to her.
Be still and gaze upon the goddess while I conduct the ritual. Offer
her your essence of manhood that she may grant you the bounty you seek.”
She reached forward and started stroking his organ.
Aqhat could see both the face of the goddess and the face of the girl
who was masturbating him. It was the face of the girl that captivated
him. What he saw was not the daunting face of a deity but the face of a
young girl, one scarcely old enough to have a man. He wondered if he
could look at the faces of other young girls in his father’s house and
not think of this moment.
This moment was his servitude to the goddess and her priestess. Would other girls have this same power over him?
As she stroked, she chanted a prayer: an incantation to the Mother
Goddess to grant a good ejaculation and an equally good blessing.
Aqhat could feel his body tensing. He had masturbated enough as a
little boy and now even as a young man to recognize the feeling.
However, never had he experienced these feelings at the hand of anyone
but his own and now it was at the hand of a girl.
He felt the
quivering in his muscles and the tightness in his chest. The priestess
noted them too. She knew what was about to happen. Aqhat wondered how
she knew. How many other penises had she ejaculated?
The boy
at her side held out the bowl to catch his discharge. He came with many
and bountiful jets of semen. There was quite a pool in the bowl when he
was done. Now he knew why he was sent instead of his father. His father
was an old man and could not provide as big an offering.
As the oldest son, he was the most virile. It made sense that he would be the one to make the offering.
Hurriya looked at the contents. “You have done well. The Mother Goddess will be pleased.”
Inwardly she was pleased with the production. The priestesses believed
that semen conferred both youth and extended life when applied to the
skin and consumed so it was a vital and precious commodity that only
the priestesses could take advantage of. Only sacrificial semen that
was consecrated by Asherah herself was believed to have this power.
This was another part of the temple priestesses’ acts of adoration of
the Mother Goddess.
“Go now in the knowledge that you have pleased the goddess. May she grant your lands her blessings and may its fruits be many.”
Aqhat bowed to Hurriya, kissed each of her feet as was the custom and
waited for her to depart. Only then did he close his robe and stand.
With a eunuch on each side, he departed. He knew he did honor to his
father and his family.