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lillavargen Wed Jun 2 10:18:39 2004
   A screen of moving images and text, life sized, brilliant mesmerising pixels forming pictures across the retina. The pictures have no effect on the naked man before the screen he is sleeping.

The room is not large, four walls, no windows, and one locked door. The walls are painted Goddess Red, Her image is everywhere, Her presence is all around, he should smell Her, he should sense Her, he should feel Her, he should worship Her. But, he does not, he has failed, he will pay, his naked form is held against the steel column by his collar to which it is welded.

On the screen a face comes into view, beautiful, black haired, green eyed, watching intently. A frown, a smile, a whispered word of command, a movement more sensed than observed a crackle of electrical current and the man twists and jerks in exquisite pain, screaming incoherently.

Synapses responding to the power surge through the collar he is dimly aware of his desperate situation, sleep dims his thoughts, panic confuses him more, danger is upon him

Restrained by the collar of steel around his neck he cannot collapse to the floor, his eyes are wide, he is fully awake, now, and aware of the Goddess in front of him.

"Tsk, little man," the Goddess chides him, "Sleeping on the job where we?"

He shakes his head, mouth failing to form the words, blind terror swelling his tongue, he gags, he gurgles, spittle forms on his lips as he tires to say the words.

Again the sense of movement from below Her face, once more he spasms in acute pain, the collar around his neck cuts deeply into his lower jaw as his body tries to crumple. His screams of pain fill his ears, blood gushes from the wound in his jaw, his vocal chords wrung raw and dry.

"Now answer me little man", the Goddess commands, another frown creasing Her heavenly face "last chance."

This time his numbed brain manages to form the words, his base survival instincts coming to the fore. "No, no, Goddess, I swear", his words die in an agonised scream as an electric charge pulses into his collar.

"Liar", She scolds as She watches him writhe. Movement again, She is pressing the control button again and again in Her anger. He shakes in pain, he does not scream, he cannot scream, She has muted him. "I detest liars, I detest you little man, you are banished."

The screen flickers once and the Goddess is revealed in full. Dressed in scarlet, seated upon Her throne wrought from still living wood and leaves, Her lush raven hair washes over Her sleek feline shoulders, Her long shapely legs are crossed and Her delicate feet contained in spiked golden sandals, which rest upon the recumbent form of Her green elfin consort bound to Her by his devotion and the chain around his neck.

Before Her on steps of black marble burn a million candles, each one a flickering prayer from a devotee chained before a cyber screen, their light filling Her with power. For each naked collared devotee a cell. For each cell a cyber screen. For each screen a lighted candle. One solitary candle no longer burns brightly, a guttering wick replacing the bright flame of devotion.

In Her right hand is a black rod with many buttons. She presses one and the collar drops from the mans neck. "You have failed Me little man, you promised complete and absolute devotion to Me, you did not give it. Go worm, begone from me for ever".

He drops to the floor, he cries like a child, his pain at his loss far over riding the pain of Her punishment, no torture can hurt as deeply as the pain of the Goddesses rejection.

The screen blanks, the Goddess has gone, never to be regained. The man is an outcast, redundant, useless, no longer of the privileged. He cringes on the floor; tears stream his loss immense. He rises to his feet, unsteadily, grasps the collar and replaces it around his neck. Yearning for the touch of the Goddess, yearning for Her love, for Her pain, for Her. The collar will not stay around his neck; She controls the locking device. Only She can enslave him, chain him to his computer, feed off his worship for Her, feed off His pain, punish him and banish him. He failed in his devotion to Her, he failed to keep the candle alight by his prayer, She noticed, She sees all, he is a failure, he is unworthy.

At last he falls back to the floor, consumed by grief and loss, emptied, confined to the outside, a nobody, a shell.

The door opens, two guards step in, Angels both. As fair as the Goddess is dark, as gentle as She is harsh, white clad, gossamer winged mini-skirted angels of mercy. Named Sweetness and Light, they are kind and gentle, comforters of loss, first class bitches in disguise.

The weeping man is raised gently from the ground, his tears wiped away by a clean cotton handkerchief; a plaster covers his wounded jaw, a cool cloth cleans his face, a robe is draped around his naked body. Sweetness and Light lead him towards the door where again regaining his sense of loss he turns towards the screen.
No words come forth from his mute mouth, but his pleading is clear.
"There, there little one", coos Sweetness, gently pulling him away
"Everything will be alright", says Light, stroking his sweat soaked hair.
He tries to plead again, frustrated by his loss of vocal power and struggles to break the Angels grasp.
Sweetness and Light they may be, but weaklings they are not.
"Oh, stop being such a big silly", Sweetness laughs as together they coax him through the open door into the ambulance beyond. Comforted by the Angels, his sense of loss is diminished for a brief while as they kiss and caress him in the back of the ambulance. Sweetness and Light, Angels they are, Angels of mercy they are not, the Goddesses hand maidens, her tools of annihilation for the failed. To the Sunnyside Hospital for the Devotionally Challenged he is destined, or Hell with a smile as it is known to the staff.

The screen maybe blank but the Goddess still sees, She cares, a little, She does not like to losing a devotee, but Worship is Worship, Power is Power. Devotees who fail, forget their purpose, disrespect their Goddess, they deserve their torment.

She adjusts her feet on Her consort, playfully pushing Her spiked heel into his back. No moan of pain escapes his green lips, he suffers in silence for his Goddess.

She sighs.
" I feel drained, one candle not lit, I need a new devotee and quickly," half to Herself but loud enough for the elf to hear. He remains mute beneath her feet.
She pushes more buttons on the rod, a Woman appears on a screen before Her.
"Yes Goddess," She asks, "How may I assist You?"
"921 94 - just went bad - Elaina, I need a replacement, anyone suitable?"
"I'll check the files Goddess", Elaina replies "There are several suitable applicants, shouldn't take more than an hour or so to fix."
"Delightful," the Goddess purrs "a new toy to play with."
The screen goes blank, the Goddess rises, stretches Her feline form as She uncurls from Her throne.
"Come elf", She commands, tugging on his silver chain, "coffee time."

 

LadyLaur Fri Jun 11 23:21:07 2004
   The Goddess is quiet while she has coffee. Finally, she said, “elf, I think that it’s time to try out my latest toy.”

She presses a button on her controller.

“Yes, Goddess” Elaina answers promptly.

“Have you located a satisfactory replacement yet?”

“There are several suitable candidates, Goddess. Would you like to screen them now?”

“Only the top three Elaina. I have plans for this afternoon.” And the Goddess laughs softly. At Her feet, elf stays very still. It’s the first time the Goddess is using Her latest creation and he knows that he will suffer for his Goddess this afternoon.

A screen flickers to life. It shows a wiry black man, blindfolded, his wrists bound behind his back. Slowly he revolves and Elaina’s voice recites the offering prayer to the Goddess that he had submitted in his application to be a devotee. The picture dissolves and then a blond man with a thick neck and barrel chest is revolving on the screen as Elaina reads his offering prayer. Again the picture dissolves to be replaced by a tall well built redhead, blindfolded and bound. Elaina reads the last offering prayer. Then silence falls as all three men appear on screen and Elaina waits for the Goddess’s decision.

“I think the last prayer had a certain sincerity, don’t you Elaina?” The Goddess tugs on elf’s chain and he rises effortlessly to his knees, his head bend, hands behind his back. Another tug and he leans forward in the position assumed to worship the Goddess. The Goddess laughs again and said, “Oh and Elaina, have Sweetness and Light put him in the experimental cell. I am going to try out my new toy today.”

“Certainly, Goddess. Will there be anything else?”

“I’ll be sending elf down to be prepared in a while. Nothing else right now.”

“Of course, Goddess.” The screen in the room goes dark and the Goddess gives another tug on elf’s chain. His tongue, long and green, immediately flicks out and he starts to worship the Goddess. He feels Her juices against his skin and tastes the sweetness, like a drug Her essence flows through him . Her eyes close in satisfaction as her hands wind themselves in the green curls on his head, pulling him deeper into her darkness and light.

The redheaded man is dazed as he is led through the corridors of the devotees’ hive by Sweetness and Light. He has heard the voice of His Goddess, She recognized his sincerity and is allowing him to worship Her. Soon He will view Her, be connected to her. A soft warm hand holding his cock gently leads him to a small room. There the blindfold is removed and he sees Sweetness and Light, the twin blond Angels. They leave his hands bound and guide him into a maze of corridors lined with numbered doors until they come to a door with the word “Lab” on it. They open the door and usher him through.

The walls here are silvery white. There is a large screen on one wall. Colors pulse on the screen, bursting and fading, making the walls shimmer with life. The Angels pull him into the middle of room where he is just in front of a rod hanging from the ceiling. They place him in front of the rod carefully facing the screen, and Sweetness walks to a control panel near the door and presses a button, adjusting the rod until the end of it is in line with the base of his neck.

“There, Light” she says and pats him gently on his ass. “He’s ready for collaring. Now we just wait for the Goddess.” The Angels sit together on a couch against one wall and begin to kiss and stroke each other while they watch the colors on the screen twist and morph in fantastic shapes.

Standing in the middle of room, he tries to keep his eyes fastened on the screen, trying to ignore the distracting sounds of the Angels. Soon he is rewarded for his devotion and longing as the colors begin to strengthen, turning redder gradually until the screen is solid red. Both Angels rise and come to stand on either side of him, Light holding the silver collar that would soon be his, if the Goddess accepts his devotion. Suddenly, on the screen, appears the Goddess, seated on Her living throne of wood and leaves, her green eyes looking directly at him. He lowers his gaze, lest he offend.

“Look at me, little man.” She commands. He lifts his eyes to meet Hers, now the screen is filled with Her face, long black hair curling like a living thing around the perfection of Her features. Then he looked into Her eyes. He could see the green fire of excitement burning, feel it passing into him, surrounding him and he could not look away.

“Do you agree to worship Me as Your Goddess, little man.” His heart beat fast now and his stomach clenched but his voice is strong and sure.

“Yes, Goddess, i do.”

“Will you accept My collar and My will?”

“Yes, Goddess, i will.”

Light raises the collar and places it around his neck. On the screen, he sees the Goddess sitting on Her throne. In her hand is her black rod, she presses a button and the collar locks. He can feel the steel cold against the warmth of his neck. At the Goddess’s feet, a candle springs into flame and burns brightly. Sweetness and Light clap their hands in delight.

“Very well.” The Goddess smiles. “Set up my new toy, Angels. Let’s see how this one performs in it, shall we?”

Sweetness and Light press him back against the rod and there is a click as he is fixed to the rod. Both Angels bend and he feels rope being wound around his ankles and tied, holding his feet a little more than shoulder width apart. The Angels go behind him toward the door. He can hear them pressing buttons, but can’t turn his head to see what they are doing. With a little whoosh, a ring of metal about four feet in diameter begins to descend from the ceiling, stopping only a few inches above his head. More clicks and suddenly he is surrounded by a thin mist that sparkles, very faintly red in color. It feels warm and his skin tingles a little. He hears the Angels giggle and the door to the room opens and closes. He is alone with the screen.

Now on the screen he watches the Goddess as she descends the black marble steps, moving with the grace of a stalking cat and the camera follows her as she strides over to elf.

He is standing, held by his collar to a rod hanging down, his hands bound behind his back, his ankles bound holding his legs apart. But his green coloring is strange, muted by a thin sheath of some glistening material that covers every inch of his body save his eyes and nose. The Goddess walks around elf, and the man in the sparkly mist sees that elf is restrained in exactly the same manner that he is.

Then the Goddess reaches out and strokes elf on his chest. The man in the mist felt the stroke as if She had touched him! The picture on the screen changes and the man only sees the Goddess’s face over elf’s shoulder. He feels Her fingers pulling and tweaking his nipples, the pain unexpected and makes him start. The feel of the collar around his neck presses painfully on him when he moves reminds him that he is entirely at Her mercy. The Goddess continues to look at him over elf’s shoulder. He sees elf jerk as he feels something cold and hard clamp over first one nipple and then the other. The pain is starting to intensify and still he is watched by the Goddess and his cock, already hard, throbs. And all the time, he is conscious that she is watching, from now on she will always be watching him, as long as he proves worthy.

Then the picture changes. Now he sees only the back of the Goddess and the front of elf, wearing nipple clamps connected by a thin silver chain, green cock swollen with the tip almost black as it throbs. He watches as She reaches out, pulling on the chain and then lightly swatting elf’s cock. Her devotee feels the sting of Her fingers, his chest burns with sudden pain, making him move, Her collar tightens against his neck. Again she swats elf and the man in the mist feels it. Next the Goddess took a red ribbon warm from her hair and begins to wind it around elf’s balls, separating them. He feels his balls separate and they are held apart by nothing. The Goddess continues to wind the ribbon tightly around the green cock of the green man covered with a semi transparent film. And the man in the cell feels every turning as the Goddess plays with her elf.

From somewhere the Goddess produces a crop. She looks directly into his eyes, green eyes burning into his blue ones. She says nothing but holds the crop with both hands. He says nothing but nods his head in acceptance. Her smile is radiant as she raises her arm; he has passed the first challenge, thankful he had studied the Laws of the Goddess for months before applying to worship. He feels the Goddess’s pleasure flowing through him. She turns to elf and with a quick movement brings the whip down across his chest pulling the nipple clamps sharply. elf writhes but is unmarked.

The man in the mist writhes also as he feels searing pain across the smooth skin of his chest, a tearing at his nipple and watches blood spring up in a thin line from the welt on his chest. He watches as the Goddess lifts her arm again and brings it down on the other side of elf’s chest; he tries to remain still as pain rips across the other side of his chest. A small moan starts to escape before he clamps his mouth shut, muting the sound. The Goddess raises the whip and then strikes elf fiercely across the balls. Again elf writhes silently, held by his collar and ropes at his ankles.

The man in the mist screams when the sudden pain radiates through his balls, sensitized by the binding. He struggles against the collar and ropes holding him, before the pressure of the collar cutting off his breath forces him to stop. The Goddess is before him, a slight amused smile curving her lips, as she looks into his eyes. His stomach twists as he realizes that he has started the second challenge.

The Goddess growls softly and asks, “Did you want to say something, little man?”

 

lillavargen Tue Jun 15 07:35:58 2004
   Chapter Two - the intended version

Once more the room has an occupant, a naked man prostrated upon the floor before the blank screen. He is shivering although the room is not cold, it is not the temperature that affects him, it's fear, waiting for Her to appear before him, waiting for his slavery to begin. He has been trained for this moment, this future, this life of devotion and worship. For three years he has studied the ways of the Goddess, suffering for Her towards his goal, aching to be one of the chosen, nothing will be too much for Her.

He is well fed, good looking, shapely, She is beauty, She expects worship form the beautiful, it is Her food, She feeds deeply and often. Upon his back, buttocks and limbs he bears the thin scars of many floggings and tortures visited upon his body by his teachers, the Priestesses of the Goddess. He has suffered for Her through them, his ability and achievement has been rewarded, often, his errors and inattention met with the sting of the whip or the blade of the knife, but what awaits him is beyond all that, the Goddess demands and takes more from Her devotees.

A flicker on the screen, he lifts his eyes a little, his attention drawn, as is a moth to a flame, but it is just a trick of the light. Or is it? He has no idea if the Goddess is watching, he keeps his position as he has been trained to, shivering still, his stomach churning, anticipating, something, but what?

The lights of the room dim of their own accord, candles burst into light around their yellow flames illuminating Her image, reflecting off the steel pillar behind the man, off the metal collar welded to it, off the sweat that covers the shivering body.

The time is near, She does not rush, She enjoys the drama, the ritual, Her power over this man, over all men. She is the Goddess, She is the One, She is Power, Control, Love, Divine, Supreme. She watches him through the darkened screen, She sees all, She is all. She turns to Her elf, scratches his head, winks a green Goddess eye at him and smiles, "To your drum elf".
He growls softly, smiles back, and leaps to his place.

"Play time green one - let the show begin".

Monstrous drumbeats shake the room as the elf plays, naked wild power, blue eyes ablaze, thunder drumming as hissing and growling he builds the beat, the floor shudders, the man shrinks, beaten to the ground by base fear. This is Goddess power, naked, clean and awesome.

Upon the screen She appears Green-eyed Panther on the hunt, fresh meat scented, blood on the wind, feeding time. In Panther black velvet gown She sits upon Her throne, magnificent, lethal, hungry. She leans forward, peering down at Her cringing new devotee, a ball of jelly quivering under Her unnoticed gaze.

The Goddess frowns, waves Her hand at the elf - "Enough" She commands, the drumbeats stop. The elf flops exhausted to the ground, spent for now, but sensing fresh game he remains alert. This is fun, Goddess fun, he is hungry too.

"Hello" She calls to the naked man "I'm here." Her voice is mellow, sweet, a lilt of laughter, but danger lurks within Her words, Her smile is deceiving.

Slowly, mastering his fears the naked man uncurls, still to frightened to look at Her, the Goddess materialised, divinity personified.
"I'm up here little one," She coo's, "you can look at Me, I demand it, I want to see your eyes."
He dares to raise his eyes, soft brown, to meet the emerald blaze of Hers. He is reassured, he sees Her smile, Her calmness, Her humour. This wasn't expected. He is confused, dazed, befuddled.

She focuses Her gaze into his eyes, searching, probing, taking, and giving.
"I think you will do," She says, calmly, "But I will have to see."

The elf leers at him, he shudders, the elf looks at the Goddess, She pats his green head, "yes, yes, later little one, my turn first, it is my toy." The elf hisses his agreement, he can be patient.

She straightens, sitting tall and serene, Her hunger controlled for now, the smile is gone from Her face, but the eyes still twinkle.

"Up you get", She gestures, and the man rises from the floor, still unsure of his ground, shaken, scared.

"You know your duty little man?" She asks. A simple question, he is trained, he had better know.
"Yes Goddess," he answers clearly and loudly, his composure regained as his training is recalled.
"And that is?" She asks sternly, Her fingers drumming with irritation on the elf's head.
"I am here, my Goddess, to worship You, to devote my soul to You, to feed You with my being and my pain." He drops his eyes as he commits himself.
"Look at Me." She commands. The elf winces as Her nails pierce his scalp.

The naked mans eyes return to Hers, instantly, he is again shaking with fear, to have got this far and then to fall would be worse than death.

The Goddess softens a little, She has been here before. "If you do as you have been trained, worship me, suffer for me, feed me, I will never let you fall." She holds Her gaze hard on him, "Do you understand Me?"

"Yes Goddess, I do" he replies, "my soul is Yours and my trust is with You."

"Well answered. Now we begin." She settles back on Her throne, drags the elf to Her side and idly tickles his ear.

"To Your post."

The naked man backs up to the pillar of steel, cold and hard against his back.

"Take the collar."

He fumbles for the collar, lifts it to his neck.

"Recite."

"Goddess with this collar
i bind myself unto You
To worship You
To do Your will
To suffer for You
Feed Your everlasting light
with my soul, my life,
Goddess i am Yours
Please accept my humble service
Until my blood ceases to flow
Until my heart ceases to beat.
Should i fail in my devotion
i shall be cast forever from
Your guidance
Your love
Your protection
To live in torment and darkness.
With these words i bid You take me
Goddess, Mother, Woman,
All that is beauty and divine."

"Excellent, truly wonderful", She says with a smile. To the elf She whispers, "Oh, that WAS good, I feel better already". The elf hisses his amusement at Her words, playtime will be fun, he knows.


"Fasten the collar".

The naked man pushes the two ends of the metal collar together, a feint click, he is Hers, utterly and completely. He relaxes, he has arrived, he has found his place, now his work begins.

"I accept your gift, I will never abuse it,
I cherish your devotion
I feed on your submission
I will cause you pain
you will suffer for me
I will protect and care for you
you are mine
I am Your Goddess."

She still holds his brown eyes in Hers, watching as Her words sink in, comfort him, reward him for his devotion and submission. She feels complete, almost.
She looks along the rows of blazing candles at Her feet, still one not lit, She frowns, irritated, but he is new, She waits.

The naked man concentrates, thinks of his Goddess, begins his worship, the thoughts go out to Her, slowly they filter through, stronger they pulse as he finds the right connection. A spark, a little smoke. She frowns again. Then, pop, the candle lights, connection made.

"Ahh," She sighs, "at last, well done. You see a little effort and all is well." She runs Her blood red nails through the elf's hair. "Wasn't that sweet elf?" She asks with a wicked smile, "I am feeling, ooh, complete, enlightened, but still hungry. Shall we eat?"


 

wolverine Sun Jul 11 13:39:29 2004
   The elf smiles his green satisfaction his blue eye ablaze with hunger. He follows Her as She seats Herself on Her living throne. Placing himself by Her right shoulder he waits.

The Goddess gazes across the myriad candles arrayed before Her, all are alight, those burning brightest promise the tastiest dishes, their worshippers deeply committed. She spy’s one that is not as bright as the rest, is this a failing? Her rod in Her hand She presses buttons and an image appears before Her. A worshipper chained to his pole, his collar around his neck controls him.

She frowns, eyes narrow, something is not quite right, his connection is weak. A red nailed finger presses a button and the worshipper is rigid with pain, as he perceives his Goddesses eyes upon him.

“You were wandering” She admonishes him, “I will not tolerate it. Give Me more.”

He tries to reply but She is feeding from him. He is instantly erect at Her voice, a natural reaction. His balls feel as thought they have been squeezed in a vice and finding his voice he screams in pain. In his mind his back is flayed by Her whip, his nipples grasped and twisted by red-hot tongs, his cock is stuck with a thousand needles.

He screams She feeds. His candle burns bright once more.

“A little hors D’ouvre elf to whet the appetite, don’t you agree?”
“Oh yes my Goddess” the elf replies, red tongue licking his green lips in anticipation of what is to come.
“Shall we move on to the main course? What do you fancy?”
Their eyes meet and they laugh together, the main course is an easy choice, there is fresh blood to taste amongst Her worshippers, and She hungers for it.


Once more She appears before Her newest worshipper, his eyes are upon Her image on the screen. Deep in worship of his Goddess, he is still alert to Her presence.

She regards him, enjoying the sight of his naked body chained to Her will, the way his muscles tighten when as Her green eyes survey Her next meal. Behind Her he can see the elf, the creature frightens him, he doesn’t know what it is or what its function is, he just knows to beware of it.

She pulls the elf to Her side, stroking his mop of hair, thinking about the dish laid out before Her. The elf’s eyes are on the man, he senses the fear, the doubt, he will play on it, he will have his share.

As if deciding on Her choice off the menu the Goddess runs Her fingers over the rod in Her hands, So smooth and comfortable to Her touch, She is familiar with every button, every combination, total power is Hers, the man can do nothing to prevent Her will.

She pushes a button, the naked, chained man spasms in pain, the elf grins. Another button, more acute pain and he screams, She has taken the first morsel and it tastes good. With infinite care She uses the rod to probe the mans mind, sift through his pain centres, a bite here, a nibble there, then release, She tastes and feeds, he worships Her.

The elf is salivating, his hand is stroking Her leg as he watches, he arousal is obvious, but he is well trained, his desires kept in check by Her, only when She allows will he get his reward.

The sharp taste of blood and pain fill the Goddesses mouth, the naked mans fear fills Her nostrils, he is proving to be a subtle dish with many flavours.
Once more She probes, through his collar the man sees and feels the sensations She desires, he is no longer in control of his brain, the Goddess has that. Whatever She desires he will feel, think and see. A whipping She decides, and he feels the first of many lashes across his back and his buttocks, each one cutting deep, flaying him, intense pain for him, magnificent tastes for Her. She whips him with her mind and he reels under the blows, She growls with pleasure, She breathes in deeply on his fear. She breaks from his mind, he sags in his collar, the burning of the lash imprinted on his mind, though not a mark appears upon his back.

She sits back and watches, the first course over, a little relaxation to let it settle, then some more. Her foot gently rubs along the elf’s erect penis, stimulating him, playing with him. He looks up at Her, eager to begin, She smiles Her Goddess smile “down elf, your time will come, this is mine”.
The elf settles back to watch, aware of the intense pleasure he is receiving from the foot in his groin. It satisfies him for now.

She hungers for more, this time the main course, the best. The rod in Her hands She presses buttons, She breathes deep with hunger and desire. In his mind the naked man sees Her rise, knives in Her hands, he feels Her slash his chest open, blood spraying into his face, he screams in pain. She probes him with the knives, a pinprick in his shoulders, a slash across his stomach, small nicks in his swollen balls, scratches with the points along the shaft of his erection. Each strike She makes he screams and his blood flows for Her. He sees the elf straining to b let loose, he screams again. He feels Her knives probes the welts on his back, opening them further, he hears Her deep breaths of satisfaction as She feeds off his pain and torment. The points dig deep into his buttock flesh, each stab draws further blood, each slash further pain. He is near fainting as She sighs in deep satisfaction, his candle burns brightest of them all, his mind is full of Her, his body racked with Her pain, he has fed Her, She is replete, a wonderful meal, time to digest and wait for one last delicacy to be served up to her.

His eyes open wide, he sees Her back on Her throne, the elf bouncing up and down beside Her, salivating, erect, hungry.
The Goddess smiles, pulls the elf back by his hair, “do you want him?” She asks., knowing the answer.
“Yes,” the elf snaps “pleeease Goddess”.
“Feed my elf”, She answers, letting go of his hair and sing him leap forward.

The naked man screams in terror as he watches the elf leap forward. Before him the elf prances, green fingers wiping up his blood and sucked eagerly into the gaping red mouth. Sharp talons appear where there had been green fingers, each one a thorn, they rip into his chest tearing open the flesh, he feels them break through his ribcage until his heart lies openly beating.
The blood spattered elf retreats, licking himself, momentarily satisfied. He leaps forward again talons outstretched and in one stroke he has the mans severed balls and penis in his hand. The elf turns to his Goddess, smiling, and devours the genitalia in one gulp.

Laughing and yelling the elf is before the terrified man, muted in his horror at the prancing mad creature before him. Elfin talons reach for his heart, he feels them as they rip his living heart from his body, and a last scream is wrenched from his dying body.

The elf dances, smearing his face with the bloodied heart, he hears Her words.
“Elf, bring that here now.” At once he is before Her again, he kneels before Her, with bloodied head bent low he offers Her the heart.
“It’s for sharing” She says with a grin, and together they feed, ripping the heart with teeth and talons, satisfying their lust and hunger.

Back in the room the man breathes deeply, his mind warped, his body whole, his heart beating in his chest, his body free of cuts and blood, his pain receded. Deep down he knows, he has suffered for Her, he has died for Her, he lives to worship and die for Her again. It is Her power, the Goddess power, in his mind, controlling him, stretching him, owning him completely.

In Her throne room She leans back, Her bloodied hand wipes Her mouth clean. She is full. The elf lies on his back at Her feet, he belches, She kicks him. “Manners elf”, She laughs, “get someone to run my bath, I am in need of a clean up.”

The elf casts his blue eyes upon Her, he licks Her ankle, he is content. She is his Goddess, he will comply. Her serves Her, She rewards him. He feeds Her, She lets him dine. She hunts them and brings them down, he kills them and feeds off the carrion. She reigns supreme, he follows in Her footsteps. What She desires, She shall have, he will always be there to support Her, it is his role in Her world, it is his life.