Blinding lights; The First of Year Wine

After Apollo's disappearance, I stood stunned where I was. I brushed the dirt off my clothes and started making headway inside the Temple. A ebony colored hand made its way to my own.

"Don go in dere, smellin like cow's ass." The hand belonged to a beautiful foreign woman, possibly from as south as Africa.

"I bathed," I told her.

"Dem ladies can smell farther than the door, child. Where are your perfumes?"

"I cannot afford perfumes." This was not a lie, as fragrances from her land were quite exquisite and expensive.

"Den let's fix you!"

The beautiful woman was wearing a flowing sort of foreign dress and her accent melodious. She appeared to be about the same age as I, wearing a crown of laurels around her head. She picked some flowers and, in a crude way, separated the bloom from the stem. She approached me and began rubbing the oil from the flowers on my skin.

"Now you smell good, no? You don have no foragin' skills. These flowers smell so nice. My name here is Bianca. What is yours, child?"

You may think ill of me, but I had been called so many things growing up that I did not know my actual name. There was a pause between Bianca and I for a long minute. I tried to recall what my name was. Finally, I uttered one gave to me by darkness itself.

"Sheba. My name is Sheba." I looked in Bianca's honey colored eyes and she smiled, again grabbing my hand.

"Sheba, we will be late. Your feet are heavy with mud. Let us go."

Bianca led me gently in to the temple. I was totally outclassed by all the other women there. There were ones dressed in silks, some in embroidered robes, some dressed and dark like Bianca. The altar was the centerpiece, with a statuette of Apollo adorning the middle, with various flowers and oils and offerings to him. A girl perhaps a couple seasons younger than I approached what seemed to be a mirror. Instead of standing in front of it, she stood to the side and reflected the sun's light up on it. I had never seen anything so bright in my life and I winced. As fast as the flash came, the flash left, and a woman was standing at the podium, possibly in her fifties.

"Greetings acolytes! Today marks the day where we partake in the first wine of the year!"

Everyone clapped and a few hollered, Bianca sat beside me near the front, about 2 yards or so away from the woman. She neither reacted or lack thereof, but she smiled and clapped as if this wasn't the first time she had heard it.

"We partake of this wine to foster visions of our Lord! It has been brewed nearby and with special instructions! Ladies, please grab a cup and let this wonderful wine grace your body and soul!"

Bianca and I were handed cups, and a lady followed suit that filled them about an inch away from the lip. Once the pouring lady was out of earshot, Bianca looked at me sternly.

"I have been here for more dan 3 years, and no one seems to be blessed with seeing Apollo. I think it's just a play to get us drink." She sipped nevertheless and sat back in her seat.

I pondered the drink and stuck my finger inside. I pulled it out and it looked as if my finger were bleeding. I brought the cup to my nose and smelled it. It smelled okay, brewed properly, and I put the cup to my lips and sipped a mouthful. It burned for a moment, but the sweetness overtook the burn and it tasted very good. Meanwhile, the lady at the podium spoke sipping her own glass.

"The ones who will see Apollo, they will become one with him and feel his warmth. If you feel compelled to remove your clothes, by all means do so. We are free here, ladies, from the eyes of prying men, and we are to embrace our Lord!"

I sat back and took another mouthful. The unfamiliar heat from earlier arose in my breast.

"Bianca... It is so hot in here..." I started fanning myself.

Bianca laughed. "Vision faking? I have never seen that before! Or you are a lightweight, child."

More and more the heat pressed me. I finally had to stand, in almost a sweat, and remove my garments. I was visibly sweating, and Bianca took notice.

"Oh... You're not faking..." She ran to the lady at the podium and whispered something to her. I lifted my head to try to listen, but I blacked out cold.

I opened my eyes, my vision blurry. Before me I could see... A foot? Apollo's voice could be heard.

"... And the only one to see me is this peasant? The filthy one? Are you kidding me? I can't become one with th-"

"Apollo- she can hear you. She can see you. Don't deny her your gift, your love. I was once a dirty peasant, too, you know." It was the lady from the podium speaking to him.

"She's different. She smells funny. She looks funnier."

"Apollo! How dare you speak ill of her! We have prepared her for you to the tee!"

I closed and opened my eyes a few times to realize I was being moved by podium lady from the floor to a bed and tied to the posts. I could not resist, let alone attempt to speak.

"Maybe I can fuck the dirtiness out of her." I heard Apollo chuckle.

My body felt numb, almost freezing cold, until he got near me. I turned my head to look at him. He was undressing himself and looking me over like a piece of meat.

"Look at the filthy girl. So dirty and uncultured." He turned his head and motioned for podium lady to leave and close the door. He looked at me again. "You might think you're special, but you aren't. You're a pig in a palace. A muddy, dirty pig!"

Apollo stood over me on the bed and I trembled. He gracefully placed his feet on either side of my head and started stroking himself.

"Look at you, all numb from a minute dose of poison I have curated. You can't speak, you can't resist, can you? And how beautiful it is to be in such a way..." He stroked himself a little faster, had I not been numb, I would have probably started sucking him off.

Before I had the chance to move, and being in the situation where I couldn't do much, he began pissing on me and laughing.

"This surely will wash all that filth off!"

As he pissed on me, and some of it getting in my mouth, my glazed eyes finally broke free of the numb and widened in horror. Out of all the things I had experienced in my life, this wasn't one of them, and he continued stroking himself regardless.

"Mmmmm... I like cleaning you up. It feels good, doesn't it? Nice and warm on your cold bare skin..."

My eyes were how I spoke, and they were darting back and forth between Apollo and my limbs, hoping they would break free. I was terrified. He moved lower and started pissing on my breasts, and the warmth of it on my nipples made them harden.

"Someone is getting quite aroused, I see. Look at those perfect little nipples get so hard... Hmmmm..." He stopped for a moment and got between my legs. He traced a fingertip over my exposed pussy, before putting it inside and wriggling it.

"Mmmmm... Come on, filthy pig. Leak for me. Show me how much you want me."

Him prodding inside me made me jolt, and I could feel the numbness fading from my legs. They could move just a little, enough to make my lower body squirm. Oh, gods... His finger was warm and wet from my own insides, as well as his pissing. When he entered, I was slightly dry, but the more he wriggled his finger inside, the wetter I was getting.

"Soaking my hand already, hmmm?" He laughed and removed his finger. "Tell me, Sheba. Are you ready for the rod of light inside you?"

My neck was no longer numb, but I could not speak. I could only nod.