After their initiation, Mistress Tyranny summoned Kate and Stella to her private chamber. There, surrounded by maps, ledgers, and symbols of the Cult’s expanding reach, she spoke with quiet authority.
“You’ve proven your devotion, and you deserve a reward. You have dreamt of New Lesbos, the island entirely ruled by our Faith. Now, it's time for you to start a new life there. Our sisters there need your skills: Stella, your care, Kate, your knowledge. It's time to serve not just me, but the entire sisterhood. Our sisters there will enjoy your presence and companionship, as much as you will enjoy theirs.”
Stella bowed her head. “We’ll do anything, Mistress.”
Kate—nude, except for her collar and sandals—nodded eagerly. “Yes, Mistress. Wherever you send us. But ... what about my needs ? I cannot wear clothes anymore.”
Mistress Tyranny smiled faintly. “The Cult has long anticipated such needs. We own discreet transportation companies—airlines, taxis, charter vessels. Everyone involved is either a sister or under vow. No one aboard will question a naked, gorgeous woman boarding their plane. And if they do… they won’t for long.”
Kate’s lips curled in a grin. “So I fly naked and land divine. I like it.”
“Of course you do,” Stella muttered, but the affection in her voice betrayed her admiration.
The journey would begin the next morning. Their trip began with a sleek black limo, where the driver, a butch woman in aviators, simply smiled at Kate’s nudity and said, “Welcome aboard, sister.”
Then came the jet—a private, lavishly decorated aircraft with velvet seats and no judgment. Kate reclined naked while Stella rested her head on her lap, stroking her thighs. No one batted an eye.
Onboard, a stewardess offered them wine and whispered, “The island is beautiful this time of year. You’ll love it there.”
Kate smiled. “I’m already in love.”
And then, after several hours in the sky, the island came into view—like a dream breaking through the clouds. It was bigger than Kate and Stella had imagined, big enough to have main city, several villages and many villas, and a small airport. Lush and radiant, its green hills rose like a promise from the turquoise sea. Palm trees lined long, white-sand beaches. Marble villas peeked out from flowering hillsides. Waterfalls cascaded into crystal pools, dominated by a mountain that could only be an ancient volcano.
After the plane landed on a small runway, the small group of passengers stepped down the plane. The air smelled of hibiscus and sea salt. Birds sang in erotic harmony. A group of women waited for them—nude or nearly nude, each strikingly beautiful in her own way. Some wore collars, others high boots or silk robes barely tied closed. All of them smiled.
One woman stood at the center, radiant beyond compare. She was tall, golden-skinned, with a black bikini that shimmered like obsidian and a voice that had haunted their dreams. Her long auburn hair was crowned with a thin band of silver, but except that, nothing marked her special status. But every woman knew her: Emily. The High Priestess of the Cult of Lesbos. Its founder and leader. The original face of the Cult. The one who had starred in every video.
Five years earlier, the island had been home to only a few thousand indigenous inhabitants. But then Emily arrived—with a dozen early followers and a vision of paradise. The Cult began slowly, quietly, but with growing influence. More women came. More converts followed. Three years later, there were no men, no boys, no straight women left on the island. Everyone without exception was a lesbian and a proud member of the Cult of Lesbos. The city Saphopolis was founded soon after, and it had blossomed into a glittering sanctuary of desire and devotion. Thousands of new citizens arrived every year, free, and reborn as daughters of the Goddess.
Emily approached with open arms. “Welcome, sisters. Welcome home.”
Kate dropped to her knees, her body trembling with pleasure. Stella followed, tears in her eyes.
Emily touched them both. “You’ve done well to come this far. And now, you’ll be rewarded.”
She gestured to the villas beyond.
“This island is sacred ground. Everyone here is a devotee of the Cult of Lesbos. Every woman you meet is a lesbian with at least one sacred kink. Exhibitionism. Domination. Submission. Roleplay. Medical fantasies. Pet play. Ritual worship. No shame lives here. Only truth.”
Kate smiled, her eyes wild with joy. “I never want to wear clothes again.”
“You won’t have to,” Emily replied with a laugh.
“There are rules,” Emily continued. “Not many, but sacred ones. Consent is the foundation. Obedience is the structure. Devotion is the spirit. If you disobey a superior, you do so knowing punishment is not only permitted, it is expected. It is how we grow.”
She turned to Stella. “You are a nurse. You will serve in our hospital and pleasure clinic. Healing is sacred here.”
Then to Kate. “We need your skills. Engineers are rare in the Cult. You will help design our future.”
Kate nodded eagerly. “Yes. I want to create something beautiful. Something... worthy.”
“You’ll have time to settle,” Emily concluded, “but tonight you will attend the Evening Offering. It is required of all new arrivals. There, you will publicly affirm your devotion to the Goddess, by having sex with as many other women as you wish.”
She turned away and began walking, but then paused, looking over her shoulder.
“Oh—and do explore. No door on this island is locked. No body is ashamed. And no desire, if spoken with honesty, will be denied.”
Kate and Stella walked hand in hand behind Emily, barefoot on warm marble paths. Behind them, the jungle pulsed with laughter, music, and moans of pleasure. Ahead, a life awaited that was free, sacred, and unspeakably erotic. They were no longer fugitives of the old world. They were builders of a new paradise.