Ullapool and Loch Broom in the Winter
Our military hospitals tour was cancelled: It was a combination of new hospital administrators
and heightened security that made it impossible to get my dancers in to perform
for Christmas. Perhaps we can entertain again next year. However, with that off
the schedule we were able to leave for Scotland earlier than planned which was
good because with Crofter brides as offerings to Aphrodite we needed time to
prepare them.
The flight McCarran to Inverness: We left on Wednesday the 16th
and topped off our tanks at Dulles prior to a nonstop flight to Inverness. It
wasn’t the best day we could have picked as there was a major storm in the
Highlands, but we managed to land and Jack, Chris and Marvin were there to meet
us along with three other Range Rover SUVs to take us to Crag Abbey.
While
Jack had Marvin’s and my luggage taken to our suite- Marvin and Chris were
moving back from the hunting lodge above Ullapool - my first stop was the temple of
Aphrodite/Venus in the undercroft of the Abbey over which the Abbey was built
beginning in the 13th century. I brought an offering of pomegranates,
her sacred fruit, and prayed that the couples Marvin and Chris had selected for
the ritual planting of seed on the five altars at Location Z would result in
pregnancies. I took Marvin with me to the temple since I felt he hadn’t
believed me when I told him about the Altar and Holy spring and how a feeling
of power and tranquility comes over me when I’m worshiping Aphrodite there.
Marvin is presented to Aphrodite: Actually Marvin was stunned. Not
so much from the antiquity of the temple itself, but at the aura that surrounds
me when I pray to Aphrodite and her spirit appears above the altar. He said
later that her image was so bright that it was like looking at the sun and he
had to turn his back. The Goddess was none too pleased that I had brought an
unbeliever and a man at that to her temple, but I explained that he was my
therapist and lover at which point she wanted me to convert him to the Old
Ways.
Thoroughly mindfucked: I explained that he was more valuable unconverted,
but securely in my thrall so he would do the Goddesses bidding while walking
undetected among unbelievers. She seemed satisfied. However, she had the last
word by appearing as a wraith and confiding that she wanted to experience sex
with my mortal partner seduced him and for nearly 30 minutes she had him in a
continually aroused state during which he had multiple orgasms; shuddering,
gasping, moaning with his hips continually thrusting and sweat pouring off him
as though he was in a sauna. His ejaculate passed through her form jetted
several feet in the air in large creamy strings only to fall back splattering
on his flat sweaty abs as she kept him in orgasm.
After
she finished with him he was unconscious for at least 45 minutes. I feared for
his health, but she assured me that he was uninjured and when he woke he would still
have his usual sexual stamina and recall the encounter as sex with me as she
didn’t want an unbeliever thinking he had hallucinated about having sex with a
Goddess. I was pleased that she left him with that thought as it should make
him far easier to manipulate. I felt my
time with the Goddess was very positively received by her, especially after she
had her way with Marvin.
Breeding diaphragms: Chris, our
male Gyn, and I had decided to fit the brides, 17 and 18 y/o girls, with ‘breeding
diaphragms’ to help increase the likelihood of pregnancies even though four of
the five girls were to be fertile on the Solstice. Returning readers may recall
that a breeding diaphragm is one two sizes smaller than the size she should
wear for effective contraception. The smaller size allows her partner to
under-thrust the rim and ejaculate in the dome so when not aroused and on her
back the tip of her cervix will be submerged in a pool of her lover’s semen. Chris
had fitted the brides for the correct size diaphragms so I brought a lot of 60
and 65mm sizes to use as breeders I also had time to give the husbands a trial
run to show them how they should angle their thrusts in missionary to
under-thrust a breeder with me wearing a 70mm Omniflex (coil spring rim) as a
breeder. And given that I was CD9 and fertile on the Winter Solstice I had an
Oves screwed down tight on my cervix underneath.
Sunrise on the Solstice: At Location Z sunrise on the Solstice was at 9:04
GMT so we were up at 5 AM for breakfast at His Grace’s hunting lodge then in a
convoy traveled up to the robbing tents just outside the Holy site by 7:30 to
dress in full length hooded shearling robes. Jack had the road plowed of snow
which started above 600 M and he cleared the altars of snow with a flamethrower
type device and the four huge stone fire pits for the peat fires around each
altar were lit. The wind gusting from 15 to 20 mph howled through the
tone-holes in the stone columns surrounding the altars location and the brides
were very spooked before they were given goblets of Gorse brandy which settled
their nerves. Then seven minutes before sunrise my wards and I walked the brides
and their husbands to their respective altars. Their positions were chosen by
drawing straws the longest getting the main Altar and the second longest the
altar furthest east.
The ritual planting of seed: We had the brides lie down in
their shearling robes and their husbands mount them so that at sunrise they
were all penetrated and perhaps it was
the Cialis that all the husbands had taken, but there were no cases of erectile
dysfunction though there may have been at least two cases of premature
ejaculation, but after the breeder rim had been under-thrust so the speed
wasn’t a problem. Actually none tarried and the brides were back in the robbing
tent on their backs on cots with more Gorse brandy to sedate them in less than
twenty minutes while my wards and I mounted the altars to give the husbands
another shot at immortality and after that my being mounted by His Grace on the
primary altar as the final act of intercourse of the eleven performed that
morning.
It
snowed the entire time and we never saw the sun. The blazing fire pits and the
wind caused there to be this curious nearly dry almost warm bubble around the
altars for the ninety minutes there was sexual activity on the altars. The
Goddess was pleased. His Grace and I were very pleased as well with how
flawlessly the ceremony had gone given the weather and new participants. Now if
five pregnancies result it will be such a good sign as His Grace is trying to
increase the family sizes of the Crofters on his estates.
Back at the hunting lodge: As a Christmas gift to the Crofter couples who
participated in the Solstice seed planting His Grace has given them Christmas
weekend at the hunting lodge with a set of servants to wait on them and they
were so appreciative!
After
the ritual burning of the ceremonial shearling robes and a hearty lunch His
Grace, Jack, Marvin my wards and I returned to Crag Abbey overlooking Loch Ness.
The cloud cover and snow have been so heavy that we haven’t seen the Loch in
more than a day and I wondered if the Range Rovers were going to make it up the
mountain but they did.
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