“Don’t stop, sweetie,” the voice purred, coming to Alison through a veil of light that turned the world into a disorienting haze of shimmering color. “You’re so close. Keep watching, keep repeating, and soon you’ll find the glory of the Divine radiating into your spirit. It’s okay. Let it in. Let it embrace you with pure and perfect love.” Alison’s lips continued to move, whispering to herself in a ceaseless chant that stopped the narrative inside her head and allowed her mentor to guide her closer to the transcendence she sought. She didn’t think about what she was doing anymore. She didn’t think about why she was doing it. She only knew that the soul-deep pleasure inside her was approaching a wonderful culmination and she needed to keep going.
She had no idea that her fingers were gently teasing her slick pussy through her leotard, rubbing and stroking the thin fabric with a lazy rhythm that suffused her every nerve with drifting pleasure. The suggestion came to Alison during one of the deeper stretches of her fugue state, when the light was pouring into her staring eyes and her mind was especially vulnerable from exhaustion and the mantra, “I am not me–I am a vessel for the will of the Divine”, echoed particularly strongly inside her head. She would have been astonished to find out she was doing it. As it was, she believed that the waves of ecstasy came from some fount of spiritual revelation. Alison wanted nothing more than to open herself up even further to them now.
“The Divine is already inside you,” the voice murmured in soft, coaxing tones that Alison’s groggy mind responded to instinctively. She hadn’t slept in over three days now, and her brainwaves drifted in and out of delta patterns as she struggled to keep her tired eyes open. This was the final ritual her trainers had promised her, the culmination of studies that started with yoga and moved to what Alison believed to be Tibetan mysticism and finally progressed to ‘secret techniques to embrace the Divine’ so smoothly and gradually that Alison never realized she was being conditioned. By the time she recognized how much she’d changed, she was incapable of seeing her new self as anything other than an improvement. And soon, she would have no self at all.
“Let it in,” the voice urged, adding just a hint of steel beneath the velvet tones. “Let it fill up that vessel, let it purge out all the old and the tired and the corrupt and the weak. Let all that was Alison go, and let the glory of the Divine become that body’s purpose. There is no Alison. There is only the Divine. There is no Alison. There is only the Divine.” She felt a hand resting on top of her hand, speeding up the rhythm of her masturbatory bliss, intensifying the pleasure she felt as she allowed herself to go blank and empty. She was so tired. So aroused. So foggy and thoughtless. And the voice in her ears promised endless, perfect ecstasy in the embrace of the Divine.
“Almost there, sweetie. Almost all the way in. Almost all the way out. Ready to see the glory now. Ready to be the Divine. Ready to fulfill its purpose.” Alison nodded vacantly, her eyes widening in pure rapture as her body approached an orgasm she didn’t even know she was having. To her, it was like seeing God. Like feeling God inside her, fucking her mind away. When she came, she didn’t even realize what was happening. She simply shut down, the mantra locking away her thoughts behind a barrier of endless, transcendent bliss as she gave herself over to the will of the Divine at last.
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