Soul Purge

I am afloat in a dream—a sweet sensual dream—riding a gentle wind slowly and gracefully above the tiles in the cabana that look like farm fields far below, but are only inches under my face and body. My body is liquid, flowing with a slow orgasm that is like a living thing squirming inside my belly as the temple girls caress my body with their their hands, their breasts, their lips that caress and arouse. The slow movements inside my belly pulse and throb a rolling bliss through my core, the other pleasure is the twenty small burns the Priestess made on my lower back and infused with toxin before this began.

The knowledge of what I was and who I was is fading from my mind as I travel gently through this ritual, memories wafting away from me like smoke tattering on the wind as I am reborn as a pure and sexual being. Soon, I will no longer remember my own name and in truth I no longer care about those memories—I no longer need the sense of self that carried me through a life of self destruction and brought me deep into this jungle twice for salvation. Today I am being reborn as something sensual and eternal.

The one memory that still clings within me only does because it is attached to this sweet, sensual dream; the first time I experienced this sexual strangeness. It is a memory I watch unfold as though I am already a spirit gazing down on the short, grim chapters of my life, yet this memory is one of wonder and awe. I see myself arriving here sick and emaciated, starved for renewal and release from the poisons of civilization that seethed within my flesh. I watch the Priestess use the small hot brand on the smooth skin on my lower back, then apply a drop of reptile toxin on each wound. Then laying belly down on a bed here in this temple two years ago, my eyes closed to the hallucinations that swirled around me as my body pulsed with orgasm and my body rid itself of the poisons that made me so sick. I again feel them excreted through my sweat, through the mucus that oozes from my vagina and rectum and through the rhythmic regurgitation of my stomach.

I remember my foolish concern as I lay on my belly and the Priestess made the little burns and applied the toxin. I could hear other girls in other rooms in the temple moaning and regurgitating. The Priestess laying a comforting hand on my back told me; "The stomach is but one chakra in the core of a female's soul, young one. The purge is a cleansing and is a pleasure like you've never experienced."

And as the toxin took hold of me and saturated me with orgasmic bliss I found that she was right; each slow tightening that emptied my stomach then was a peak in my hours-long orgasm. And afterward as I lay sobbing weakly in gratitude, the Priestess held me and soothed me and sent me back to my life renewed and refreshed.

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But another brief memory of that time flashes vivid in my mind; sighting the Priestess' rod before I departed. It is long and thin, black and smooth, composed of slender tree roots wrapped tightly around each other, tapering down its length to a point. The silken twining of the winding roots soft as the softest skin, and warm as flesh, yet hard as iron.

"What is it for?" I asked her then as I ran my hands sensually down its length.

"It is used for the ultimate purge." the Priestess' voice echoes out of memory, "The Soul Purge, to release your essence from the confines of your unwell earthly flesh. To be truly freed of the pain and heartbreak and sickness of life by connecting all your chakras inside your core." and though I returned home then and gained a healthy weight and a healthier path for my life, the memory of those words haunted me and would haunt me until I returned.

A Soul Purge—to be released from this body forever with the Priestess' rod within my body and throat. Released from heartbreak, from pain, from this eternal sickness that infected me at a young age and forced me to do things that shamed me to my soul. And remembering the ecstasy of my body releasing the physical and emotional toxins on that bed in the temple, I began to think of my body as a prison and my soul a thing that yearned to be free, drawn to the Priestess and her magical rod.

I had to return and finish what I started.

And now that rod is inside me, and the girls of the temple chant and sing and caress and support me as the Priestess moves it inside my core. I hear the wetness of it as she moves the twisted lobes of the thin rod back and forth through my sex, delving deep through the core of my sexuality; my vagina, my cervix, my uterus, my bowels, pressing the tender sac of my stomach, and ultimately it will reach the final terminus of my core; my gullet. There has been no violence to get this far, just a slow and welcome invasion of my belly, so slow and so orgasmic.

Our earthly sensual flesh has an entrance and exit and men have ploughed both ends of that pathway from top and bottom all my life but never pierced it through. Their cocks slamming in my vagina and pushed down my throat reached for it but none provided the totality of transiting that path as the rod is now transiting it. Human sex is a tease that only took from me, this feeds and fills the soul as it empties my body.

I feel a love for the Priestess and a love for her rod as she moves it slowly back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, inside me. Me moaning from the sensual sliding through my core, patient and blissful until it triggers that final purge and I am delivered to nirvana.

The girls' angelic voices sing for me and colours swirl before my eyes as light fills the air around me in the cabana while a gentle rain falls in the jungle that surrounds the temple. I can see swirling colours in the tiles under my face painting pictures of feminine forms, the core of their sexuality bright and pulsing from deep in the cradle of their pelvis up to the pit of their stomach. The little painted girls on the tiles arch and squirm as they vomit pure crystalline light from their open mouths. They are purging for me to guide me on the path to everlasting bliss.

And I am purging with them; the gentle tightening of my stomach that squeezes sweet fluids up my gullet to flow like liquid orgasm from my quivering lips and spatter below me. My throat tightening around that pleasure, my vagina throbbing, my bowels squirming, my nipples dancing with a titillating electricity as soft fingertips brush them.

I am weightless, suspended by the chanting girls surrounding me, their hands and flesh connecting so intimately with my own flesh as I prepare to leave it. My arms and legs trembling now as the rod transits the core of my sexuality. Hands holding my quivering thighs open for the Priestess to complete my ritual, the moving rod making my insides squirm and tighten, my fluid stomach being pulled low and pushed high, skewered through by the rod, clinging to the twisted lobes as it is gently moved through the core of me.

I savour the clinging of the choke points in my body from my cervix which has loosened, the fresh puncture at the roof of my uterus, and the quivering of my wounded stomach sac, regurgitating with each gentle push and return, savouring these sensations as I've savoured no others. I felt no pain from the rod puncturing the barriers of flesh within me clearing the way for my final burst of ecstasy, my final purge when it begins. And it builds so sweetly.

As the rod moves sensually in my belly I am regurgitating the contents remaining in my stomach in orgasmic gushes up my gullet and through my curling lips, and I wonder if my soul will feel this for eternity or will peace overwhelm me in its stillness.

The rod feels like it is part of my own flesh now; moving within me; exciting me so sensually, so orgasmically. I am fucking myself and it is the most wonderful fuck of my life—so slow and so loving.

Purging and regurgitating now continuously as the rod finds my gullet and moves there; back and forth, in and out, caressing my core from my sex to my throat. And as my orgasm increases like a storm I feel the change as the Priestess ceases the rhythm and pushes the rod slowly and deeply to complete this ritual. My inner flesh grips the twisted roots of the rod penetrating deliciously from vagina to throat, clinging to the passing lobes at my choke points, my chakras flaring with an intense pleasure. My core skewered completely as a slow, blinding orgasm pulls me from my flesh in the final gush from my belly and ...

oh!

... such sweet, everlasting bliss enfolds me, pulling me from my spent body and I become pure and bloated with a grateful sensual peace, my soul no longer troubled as I become the embodiment of ecstasy.

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