Mae's Mayhem

Author's Note: This is project is done out of love for the Xanth novels. Anything held within was either written or inspired by Piers Anthony. Remember to review.


Mae the Maenad watched as the group that had done so much for her left. The doors slamming, barring their return. Or was it bar her escape. Here she was, formally a bloodthirsty nymph with fear of blood now being called Oracle. Men and women all clad in white whirled about in a frenzy of activity. Like roaches when the light went out, they had leapt from their hiding places and began to dress and clean her.

Mae wondered what she'd gotten herself into as she was carried off into private quarters. Soon the crowd thinned out and all that was left was a fairly attractive girl. The girl was rather short compared to the Maenad, only coming up Mae's shoulder. In other ways was the girl was lacking as well. Her chest was rather flat and her hips more narrow then Mae's, plus the girl was quite obviously more physically weak and therefore Mae felt no respect for this girl. Simultaneously, she had no fear and found it easy to trust her.

"Hello, my name is Helen. I've been chosen to be your handmaid", Helen bowed awkwardly before Mae," Before we can let you become Oracle you must be anointed, follow me."

Mae did follow, but at a bit of a distance. While Mae felt she could trust the weak girl, she had yet to come to trust anyone else on this crazy mountain. She entered a room that was rather bare. Just a slightly tilted table with two perpendicular slabs of stone jetting out from it.

"Lie down on the table", Helen instructed. A flash of dread streaked across her face. Regardless, Mae lay down on the table. "Put your feet on the slabs", Helen corrected as she walked towards one of the walls. The moment Mae had complied, the table began to move. It both raised and tilted Mae in the air. It wasn't till the movement had stopped that she realized she was spread-eagle, her vagina sticking straight out into the air. Mae attempted to correct this by straightening her knees.

"Don't, you are fine just the way you are", Helen said hoping that Mae would just trust a little more.

"Fine", Mae surrendered as she spoke for the first time since Grey and Co. had departed.

Helen knelt before Mae's cunt and began to spread a weird sort of gel on it. The gel was warm and caused the Maenad to relax, only to jolt to attention when Helen's finger slipped into Mae. With only a yelp from Mae, Helen continued to move the gel about in Mae's cunt.

Mae's mind focused away from the girl and back unto her life as a Maenad. Often after a successful kill the other Maenad's would do exactly what Helen was doing. The one that had made the kill would be seized and spread wide. Then each would take turns licking the clit and eating her out until the girl was screaming. Before they had been extinct, Dildo's would have been rounded up. The small flightless bird, when placed in the Maenad, would struggle to get out causing the girl to start with the really heavy moaning. The muscles of the vagina would contract with such force that the poor bird would explode and blood would pour out only to the delight of the watching Maenad's. Some would lap up the blood while the others would run to get a Dildo of their own.

Mae didn't wonder how the poor Dildo had become extinct.

"Please stop thinking about whatever you are thinking about. You're washing away the gel before it has time to set", Helen said with a slight grin.