In a void of endless white, two machines sat in the middle of the spacious room, their occupants lying still as they slept in relative peace. All while being observed by a young girl, silently chipping away at a massive chunk of wood as she worked tirelessly without pause, her precise hands guiding her tools as she carved details and life into her work. Occasionally turning back for reference as she watched her subjects in their sleep.

On the right was an elegant young lady dressed in gothic lolita, adorned mostly in black with white and red highlights here and there with her hair done up in imposing drill-shaped twintails. Even asleep, her face gave off an air of elegance that dripped with hidden malice, a mesmerizing front for the deceptive beast within.

To her left, sat a muscled hunk of a girl, her curvaceous form lined with bulging layers of muscle that pushed through her tight fitting shirt struggling to keep her heaving bosom and six-pack abdomen contained, the buttons looking ready to pop right off with each heavy breath she took, snoring soundly as she drooled in her sleep, happy thoughts running wild in her mind. Unlike the refined lady beside her however, the brute slept without a care for decency, her already short skirt struggling to keep her underwear hidden with each twitch of her fidgety legs.

The two were, Celestia Ludenberg the Ultimate Gambler and Akane Owari the Ultimate Gymnast respectively, taken from vastly different walks of life and gathered here for a grand purpose that their captive had in mind for them all. Oh she couldn’t wait to get them started!

In her excitement however, a sharp ping resounded as her hammer struck the chisel at the wrong angle, wincing at the ear piercing noise. She grumbled at her mistake as the two captives behind her began to rouse from their slumber, looking around slowly as they awoke from their drug induced sleep, their arms struggling to free themselves of the metal locks binding them in place.

“Oh my, how uncouth to keep a lady such as myself in this state-urgh! They could’ve at least kept the seats cushioned…”

“W-What? Where did all that chicken go? I-It was right there goddamnit…”

After testing their restraints further, the two women looked up as they heard the faint sounds of falling wood chips and the bang of a chisel as the artist before them resumed her work on the sculpture in front of her.

The girl’s tiny frame was overshadowed by a massive yellow smock, beneath which a bikini top and frilly skirt clung tightly to her chocolate brown body, a utility belt slung round her waist lined with tools meant for carving and cutting. Her platinum blonde ponytails bobbing with each movement she made as she hummed an unfamiliar tune to herself, seemingly ignoring the two women behind her, even as Akane began to stomp her feet impatiently.

“HEY! Don’t just friggin ignore me ya nutcase! I knew you were bad news when i first saw ya Annie!”

At that, Celestia cleared her throat loudly as she glanced sideways at the raging tomboy beside her. Still retaining a dignified pose despite her aching body’s protests while trying not to let her look of disgust show as she eyed her captive partner, Akane returning her stare with a frown of disdain.

“Got no idea who the heck you are! Don’t go thinkin’ we’re best buds just cuz I'm stuck here with you!”

How uncouth!

Without stopping her work, the girl simply responded to the raging woman with calm in her voice. “If ya promise to be a good girl, i’ll give you a whole serving of salisbury steak Akane! And it's Angie, you dummy!”

At that, Akane stopped her tantrum, a sharp look in her eyes as she silenced herself and sat upright, her legs still fidgeting as an audible growl erupted from her belly, no doubt hungering for the image of fresh meat now coursing through her head.

Well that didn’t take much to get her to shut up…how gullible was this muscle brained idiot?

Watching the exchange, Celestia understood the two of them knew each other, leaving her as the odd one out in the group. Which probably meant that she had no idea who she was.

“If I may? Angie, was it? I can reward you handsomely with whatever amount you may wish for if you free me from these-”

“If it’s another empty lie, Celestia, you can stop right there!”

Stunned, Celestia’s eyes widened as Angie turned to look straight at her, the joyful look on her face sending warning signals screaming throughout her body. She knew her name, and that word, she had used the word ‘lie’, that meant she probably already knew everything there was to know; from her talent as the Ultimate Gambler to the sham of a backstory she’d drawn up for herself.

“Nyahahaha! Surprised? Under the eye of Atua, all shall be revealed! You won't be able to lie your way out of this one~”

Looking back down at her restraints, Celestia’s mind raced with idea after idea on how to get out of her current predicament, but the more she looked, the more dread began to build up inside her as she began to realize the futility of even thinking of a way out. Her arms and legs were bound, and she couldn’t lie to someone who had her all figured out.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head there Celes-dear! When Atua gives his blessings onto you, you’ll be as happy as I am!”

Looking up from her frustrated musings, she glared Angie straight in the eye, not looking to show her any weakness even if she had her in the palm of her hands. And who even was this Atua of hers anyway? The fire of resistance still burning inside her, Celestia shot a quip at her captor.

“Atua? What sort of nonsensical name is that? Some heathen god? How delusional are you?”

As the words left her mouth, Angie stopped her work, pocketing her tools back into their holsters while she hopped down to the cold floor with a soft tap. She’d done it now, she was probably about ready to lose her head after having her imaginary god insulted in this manner.

At her taunts however, Angie simply giggled, infuriating Celestia as she ignored her, turning her attention on the hungry Akane, still trying to keep herself from shouting out in frustration and keeping her gaze focused and away from the squabble, doing her best to remain seated, waiting for a meal that would never come.

“Akane? Be a dear and tell me what this looks like to you?”

She beckoned over to the massive wooden carving behind her, Akane’s eyes widened, almost forgetting her hunger as she eyed the intricately carved statue depicting two women dressed in extravagant attire, sporting trinkets that had hints of Polynesian inspiration…although it wasn’t the fancy dresses or glimmering earrings and bangles that caught her attention.

It was the people the statues depicted; Akane on the left with a hand on her wooden hips, proudly flaunting the tight fitting dress she wore. Her frazzled mane of hair done up into a pretty ponytail that complemented the fur coat slung around her shoulders. Of course, her bust was still on display, the top most buttons on her top left undone for that very purpose. Although it was a far cry from the garishly dressed tomboy currently watching awestruck.

Even Celestia found herself drawn to the statue, the craftsmanship that went into it evident across each intricately carved minute detail…which made it equally hard to avoid looking to her right, her mind already aware of who the statue was for.

Akane however, had gone unusually silent, the ambient groans and mutterings about steak gone as she sat completely still, eyes glued on her statue with her mouth left agape, drool beginning to drip down onto her breasts as she remained frozen in place, her eyes glassy and distant.

“Atta girl Akane! Welcome Atua into your heart and feel his embrace! Oh, bless his holiness!”

Akane gave no response, instead keeping her eyes glued to her glorious statue as her mind lost itself in an incoming flow of new thoughts and memories. The muscled girl never was an especially bright individual, which made it all the more easier for the unseen force to bend and alter her very being as it pleased, Angie sidling up to her as she ran a hand over her hair, stroking her lovingly as she giggled madly.

“Just a little more now Akane~”

–

Memories of growing up in an impoverished household with nauseating memories of sexual abuse were distorted, picked apart and replaced with a life in a tribal village on an island in the middle of the ocean somewhere on Earth. It was a relatively peaceful place where she and her fellow villagers all worshipped Atua, the god figure that provided divine protection in exchange for their unwavering faith.

Her life was one of joy as far as she could remember, surrounded by friends and family as she spent everyday celebrating when the word was given. Their village had never had an Oracle such as Angie before, but their tradition forbade resistance against the word of Atua, so who were they to say no? Her word was power around the village, but she was benevolent and kind to all, only demanding that they give their share of blood whenever the time came for sacrifices to be offered to Atua.

Akane had been lucky enough to be chosen to serve by her side as the village strongman, defending the island from curious outsiders, memories of hurling massive wooden spears at outlander boats still fresh on her mind. Alongside that, she was also responsible for ‘cleansing sessions whenever the other Priestesses weren’t available, selecting men she thought were ‘unclean’ and locking them in with Akane for her ritual. At that memory she felt a rumble in her toned belly as she grew moist at the memory, wringing the men dry of their foul seed and cleansing them in the embrace of her womb.

Then again, sex was the norm in her village, the previous burden of traumatic memories fleeing from perverted men in a run down town vanishing in favour of consensual sessions with her fellow villagers in rituals and other mandatory activities, all to please Atua’s will as she attributed her impressive musculature and stamina to her daily training alongside with the heavylifting she did often around the village instead of following the advice of a certain someone to enter into the gymnastics club at school.

The title of Ultimate Gymnast soon withered away in her brain as another name emerged to take its place. In every village, there was to be one individual that would take charge when it came to matters of defense and contests of strength and that individual was none other than her; the Ultimate Strongman, her raw strength, sharpened instincts and athletic form putting her well above the rest.

Everything ran on this blissful loop until one day, Angie had received yet another of her divine messages from Atua, directing her to leave the mainland and spread his glory across the rest of the world. Not hesitating for a moment, their Oracle had chosen her and one of the village’s best Priestesses and left their humble island in capable hands.

Their journey however, would prove to be arduous. The language barrier was one thing they could overcome through studying the foreign people and their books but they hadn’t expected physical opposition in their quest to spread Atua’s word, the people of this world used tools to make up for their pathetic frailness. Technology they had called it, by the time Akane had pulled out the drugged dart from her arms, she was already midway through collapsing, the last thing she saw before her vision went dark were the men dressed in black, surrounding her Oracle as she grit her teeth in anger, helplessness and despair overwhelming her as she lay there, unable to protect her.

–

With a snap of her fingers, Angie backed away as Akane’s head spiked upwards, her body jolting awake, looking around in shock and surprise, calming down as she looked up into her Oracle’s eyes, relieved once her safety had been assured.

“My lady, y-you’re alive! I thought you were dead!”

Angie giggled as she lovingly stroked her new devoted slave’s head. Shooting the horrified Celestia a look that seemed to say “You’ll regret ever insulting Atua’s name! Nyahahaha!”. She could even hear that obnoxious laugh ring in her head.

Celestia felt cold sweat begin to bead her forehead as she watched the former musclebrain smile in glee, rubbing her head lovingly into Angie’s bosom, a blush on her face as her mistress began to fondle and grope at her assets. Watching her 180 degree change from explosive tomboy to a dignified bodyguard type with love for Angie filled her with anxiety, enforcing her will to ignore the urges telling her to look up and to the right. To view her own glorious statue.

Angie however, frowned in anger as she watched Celestia clench her eyes shut and look away. All throughout her life, people had obeyed her orders and demands without question. They bled their bodies dry and offered themselves to her, after all, no one could resist the divine will of Atua. Her voice was his will as the only one able to hear the divine being’s proclamations. To see anyone defy her will, that made her blood boil. Even Akane had begun to retreat as she watched her Oracle’s calm features distort into a dark look, trying to make herself small despite her fondling.

No longer in the mood, Angie let go of Akane’s plump body, pressing a few buttons on the metal throne as her restraints popped loose, freeing the muscled captive as she got to her feet, rubbing at her sore arms as she stretched her body, frowning as the unfamiliar garb of the outlanders rubbed at her skin.

“Akane, it looks like some physical intervention will be necessary…be a dear and show our Priestess over here the glory of Atua…”

Akane stammered as she tried to reason with the Oracle, she didn’t want to manhandle an esteemed Priestess of Atua if possible. “B-but my lady! Surely there's-”

Angie shot her a cold look, cutting her short as she felt fear build in her. “That is no Priestess! And certainly not one of Atua! Atua himself demands you show her his glory and stop this show of defiance! Poor Celes here has had her mind corrupted~”

At that, Akane strode forward, grabbing ahold of Celestia’s neck and face all while the poor girl screamed and yelled in anger. She’d heard what the two were saying and she would rather die than be turned into another slave to Angie’s whims.

“Unhand me right now you beast! I’d rather di-”

Of course, Celestia was no match for Akane’s iron grip and indomitable strength, her resistance a mere annoyance to the former gymnast as she easily forced her head upwards, prying her eyelids open enough for her to glimpse the radiant figure of her wooden carving. Dressed in what looked like a holy maiden’s garb. Taken by the sight of it, her crimson eyes went dull as her mind began to be consumed by the very same haze that had devoured and altered Akane moments ago.

Her job done, Akane returned to her Oracle’s side to receive her praise, Angie rewarding her obedient slave with an affectionate headpat as she watched Celestia’s awakening. The ignorant people of the modern world had called her methods ‘brainwashing’, but to her? She was educating these blind sheep and opening their eyes to the glory that was Atua. They were just afraid was all, that had to be it!

After all, change required significant steps to take place, and some steps weren’t meant for everyone until the time was right…or until someone fitting came along to help them take it, whether they liked it or not. Only devotion to Atua was all that mattered. To question was to defy, and Angie hated defiance.

–

In the recess of her mind, Celestia floated in a blank haze, wearing nothing as her formerly tied up hair floated around her in a dark mass. Where was she?

All of a sudden though, she heard a female voice call out to her in a foreign voice, one she felt strangely aware of.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that? You’re too soft…”

As she groaned out a response, the voice resounded once more, this time more clear in its pronunciation, the meaning now clear in her mind.

“Ah, a good morning to you too…”

Unaware she had just spoken perfect in that strange foreign tongue, Celestia placed her hand on the warm mud floor as she groggily rose to a seating position…that felt strangely off to her but as far as she could tell, she was home; a simple hut amongst many others in a communal village she lived in with the rest of her fellow villagers. She instead found it weird how just moments ago she seemed to be speaking in a strange language, she’d never heard of before.

In an instant however, she felt herself shift into an entirely different area. Standing in the warmth of a bonfire as the sounds of merry cheers and ‘workouts’ resounded around her, she found herself sweating despite the cold of the evening air as her fur dress and wooden necklace made her skin itch. Soon, a familiar face had approached her from the darkness. A face she felt strangely infuriated by.

“Nyahahaha! Enjoying yourself Celes? How was Maxi?”

As she heard her laugh however, Celestia felt calm wash over her as she bowed in greeting to her Oracle, memories of inducting their newest Priestess; Maxi into the enclave still fresh on her mind.

 “She was…shy…but she fared well! I sense a good deal of potential in he-”

Celestia gasped mid sentence as the vision of the Oracle before her began to flicker and speed up, as if everything besides her was on a sped up clock. Visions of the many rituals she had undertaken and normal life alongside her fellow brothers and sisters sped by; from the moment she’d been selected to be the third member of the Oracle’s party in her quest to spread Atua’s will to the world to the dark moment she’d witnessed the cowardly outlanders knocking their bodyguard Akane out with a weird black boxy thing they held in one hand.

All while the voice of Angie, her Oracle, rang out alongside the rapidly flickering movie reel that were supposedly her memories as she stepped closer to the growing light that filled the darkness of her mind.

As Celestia lost herself further and further in the bombardment of new memories however, she remained unaware of her former life of lies and dissatisfaction vanishing rapidly beneath her notice. Her title as the Ultimate Gambler forgotten as she grew to despise the very thought of deception and underhanded tactics, instead finding solace in a life of servitude and devout worship, making her none other than the Ultimate Priestess, a role model for her sisters to follow on the path of worship under Atua.

Her wish of owning a massive mansion filled with handsome man servants dressed like vampires being twisted and warped; the mansion turning into a prospering village as the men distorted and softened into a lineup of gorgeous women, her fellow Priestesses and disciples who would one day carry on her work as a vessel for Atua’s will, whether it be a sacrifice or to cleanse the impurity of others.

With her new identity and background as the Head Priestess of Atua firmly ingrained in her mind, Celestia awoke from her dream, her burning eyes blinking several times as the image of Akane and the Oracle came into view as she awoke from her dream…

–

Angie smiled as she watched Celestia stir from her purification, giddily hopping over to the reborn Priestess as Akane pressed the buttons located on the infernal outlander contraption, freeing her from her restraints before checking to make sure she had been unharmed.

“How are you feeling Celes? Better I hope? Atua does wonders when curing the ill!”

Celestia simply bowed her head, wincing as the unfamiliar garb of the outlanders rubbed away at her skin. She was more used to the simple fur clothes and grass dresses her people made back home at the island, her soft skin unrestrained by rough clothes or heavy metallic decorations and jewelry. But they were on a mission to help bring Atua’s will to the rest of the outlanders, learning their language and their customs was a necessary evil.

“I am fine Oracle…sincerest apologies for slandering you earlier..i have no idea what came over me. More importantly, how are you feeling? Those outlander scum weren’t too harsh with you I hope?”

“Harsh? Puh-lease! If anything Atua’s divine punishment will be harsh once I'm through with them! They might have their reasons for going against his will, but none will escape Atua’s sight once they cross him! Nyahahaha! Let’s get going girls, we have a duty to perform~”

As always, their benevolent Oracle responded with her signature laugh, a sign that she was indeed doing fine and dandy. Akane lent her a hand as she rose off the stuffy metal chair, massaging her stiff joints for her as she patted down the irritatingly elaborate dress she wore. If anything, she would’ve much preferred the dress her Oracle had carved on that wonderful statue made in her liking alongside the imposing figure of Akane. Simple, yet elegant without all the fluff. That was at least one aspect she grew to love about these outlanders.

Following in their Oracle’s sted, the duo strode side-by-side out of the enormous white chamber, none the wiser to their former identities as they willingly followed their mistress; the Oracle Angie, voice of Atua, without question.

–

Over the coming months, a new religion would begin to take precedence in the modern world, headed by the precocious Angie, an Oracle that supposedly spoke for the god Atua. Alongside the Ultimate Priestess, Celestia and the Ultimate Strongman, Akane, the group would rapidly expand with their leader's unusual abilities thanks to her skill as the Ultimate Artist, granting people visions of hope amidst their despair

Overnight, the cult had grown immensely, gathering followers around the globe, with critics and other non-believers mysteriously either being silenced or converted into a believer overnight. It seemed as if nothing could stop their growth.

But the story of the religion's rise and the fate of the trio however, was a tale for another day…

THE END