Order of Inanna: Beth
by Nadia Black – written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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I was watching the guy come out of his apartment from a window on the next
building over. He was my destiny, apparently. At least the great Akhemma said
he would be, and I couldn't exactly say he was unappealing to me. Guy had a
nice face, good job, about my height, really the whole package at least as far
as I'm concerned. I just haven't met him yet, and guys tend to have something
of a problem with a few elements of how I live my life. An encounter with him
would be cool, beside what the Order gives me I'm not exactly a hot commodity,
I guess my tomboyish looks and big strong body tend to put guys off, best I'll
usually get from flirting is some creeps who go for literally anything female
and a handful of unspeakably nervous young women.

I'm not a lesbian, but some days I think it would be a lot simpler if I was
one. I mean in college (and also a few times since) I've messed around with
other girls. I like other girls, I got no problem with them. I just tend to
find myself laying in bed with one and dreaming about guys, is all. Wouldn't
really be fair to try and start a relationship with someone I'd never be
satisfied with.

Anyway, the hetero element is complicated because guys tend to have a few
problems with how I present. I'm 6'1", which doesn't exactly help. I also have
34 inch thighs and 22 inch biceps, both of which are certainly as strong as
they look if not stronger. I'm definitely a "tomboy" as far as fashion goes, I
tend to prefer pants (well, more often than not shorts) and basic shirts,
light make-up if any, and don't really let my hair grow past my shoulders.
It's a pretty auburn but taking a long time to really make it into something
has never been my passion. A few chicks in the Order badger me about doing
some more with it, I usually give a vague "later" and leave it at that.

But joining the Order of Inanna really did change my life. I had no idea that
women like me really existed outside of myself, let alone that they were
gathering and participating in their own sort of society. I was just leaving
college when I first had my encounter with them, I earned a degree in
agricultural sciences that I didn't expect to bring me all that much more than
my prospects in roller derby or joining a pro wrestling circuit. I sort of
hoped that I'd get a job with my boyfriend's little company, but he left me
for another woman. The two of them actually spent a few hours verbally abusing
me when I caught them fucking. Not that I'm still bitter about anything.

So there I was on the field in a tank top and jeans a few days after
graduation, moving my fridge from my dorm room to my truck, when a
representative walked across the field to see me. She was sexy as hell, big
blonde woman in a white sundress. Her arms looked as thick as mine, her chest
maybe even bigger, and the little sundress was wearing definitely showed off
the feminine curves of her hips. She was the kind of woman I could see myself
maybe potentially getting into. She waved at me and smiled her big perky pouty
red-painted lips. She was standing in the grass on big wooden wedge heels, but
she still somehow stood eight inches taller than me. I had to look up to get a
good view of her face. "You definitely have independence" she said in
admiration, before grabbing the refrigerator "May I help?"

I remember just standing there, dumbly looking at her body. She was standing a
full head above me, even if I did look down to find some wedge heels. She
noticed where my eyes wandered to and she pulled up her skirt a bit and showed
off her thigh for me, then just grabbed my full-sized refrigerator and put it
over her shoulder. She took one step in the grass and then shouted "Shit" and
took her foot out of the wedge that had sunk into the dirt "be a dear and
carry those to the car with me?" she said as she stepped out of the other one.
She was still at least four inches taller than I was when she was barefoot, I
don't think I'd felt that intimidated by another woman in my entire adult
life.

I was admiring how she'd gotten a skirt to wrap around her butt so perfectly.
I didn't think my butt looked any good, or well I sort of thought that I
needed a guy to say it looked good in order for me to feel that it did? And I
had just had a guy tell me the exact opposite ad nauseam for hours on end a
few days before, so naturally I was sort of feeling like I wasn't very
attractive from behind. But I guess seeing her booty there definitely made me
feel like strong could be sexy, and the absolute mops of hair flowing from her
head were of interest as well. She must have taken quite a while to make sure
she had such perfect hair. "So, who are you? Some sort of recruiter for a ...
.modelling company?" I asked, looking down her legs "or just some sort of
athlete with a very strong fashion sense?"

"Oh, be careful speaking to me like that, flattery WILL get you EVERYWHERE"
she shook her entire body a bit. I wasn't exactly interested in being as
glamorous as she was, but I certainly felt a sense of admiration that was at
least eighty percent heterosexual. "I'm actually with something of a group for
women like you" she flexed her big white biceps "but we do make money with
modelling, and some limited sports events, and some other things. We offer
strong, misunderstood women some powerful career prospects." She walked around
me and purred a bit "You actually seem like you could model a few of my new
brands. Are you fine showing midriff?"

I giggled and found myself playing with the mess of auburn locks I was wearing
at the time "Yeah I think I could do that" I started, looking her up and down
again, she spanked me right on the rear end. I grabbed my butt and bit my
lips, not feeling violated, but somehow befriended. "Who are you with, anyway?
You sure are making some big promises for my life. This isn't a cult or
something, is it?"

She smiled at me and gave me a business card with a picture of a statue of a
woman on it. "Oh, something like a cult, but definitely the good kind" she
smiled so widely with such a friendly demeanor. "Meet me at Parkins Pub'
tonight and I'll discuss some options with you. Be sure to bring your
appetite"

I drove back to the apartment I had rented and thought long and hard about
what she'd offered. Career and love opportunities, huh? What did that even
mean? Was she planning on showing me some new jobs that I didn't even know
existed? I guess models do meet men, they are sort of putting themselves out
there to be objects of desire, but I wasn't really sure if that was the best
way to actually get a high-quality desirable guy.

I tossed and turned at the house for a few minutes, looking at the card she
gave me. Order of Inanna Women's Club, huh? Amy Maria Sigurdson was the name
on her business card. I suppose I believed that, she didn't seem like she had
anything to gain from a fake name. But why the shady, rowdy pub? She seemed
way to classy to hang out with those guys. And why was she so interested in
me? The mystery became too much for me, and with my usual fearlessness I got
in my truck and made my way to some place where guys tended to start fights or
buy some kind of illicit substance.

I recognized those huge shoulders the second I walked through the door. She
was big, but somehow completely lacking in masculinity. Her ass was sticking
out, her hair was perfect, and there was definitely an hourglass shape to be
seen from behind. Her arms and face were kept active eating an enormous tray
of chicken wings while somehow keeping her make-up perfect, wearing a cocktail
dress that seemed about a hundred times fancier than anything else in the bar.
I walked up and leaned in next to her "You always dress to impress?"

"No, just living my own personal dream. I was sort of...lost, as far as my
identity went, before I joined with the order of Inanna. But they really did
help me find out a lot about myself. I think they would let you discover a lot
about yourself as well" she said with so much sweetness my teeth hurt.

I plopped my ass on the unoccupied seat next to hers "I looked up Inanna, some
middle Eastern Goddess of sex and violence, yeah? Is that what your whole
organization is about?" I thought for a second 'and you are just a
representative, not a founder?"

"No, child" she didn't look much older than me so I kind of took that as
offensive, but not so much that I'd stop listening to her. "It has exited for
a long time. Our current leader is Akheema, you'd love her. Everyone loves
her. But yes, we understand the place of the woman in the world. We understand
that it has been severely misrepresented. We understand that we are the only
ones who can fix the problems with which femininity has been presented in
recent years, and we understand a LOT about how to tame and romance men"

I rolled my eyes just a little bit "If you understand so much about men, why
are you sitting by yourself in a bar?" I looked around "Or did a few guys try
and squeeze you so you had to kick their asses?" that second option was
actually sounding pretty exciting at that particular moment, the bar had a few
tough-looking biker types in it, after all.

"Nah, guys don't flirt with me. They tend to be intimidated. I find that even
when they get their panties in a twist and confront me it usually takes one
glance and three harsh words to get them off of me. I think they respect my
strength a lot more than they let on"

I nodded in agreement at that. I rarely showed my full power to guys but they
did usually react well to it. I didn't think it was always appropriate to
intimidate, but sexual assault would probably justify that "So if guys never
flirt with you...oh, you are a bunch of lesbians?" I scratched my hair "Well,
look, I mean oral sex from a girl is fun and all that, and I totally respect
your right to be who you want to be, but I just don't think being solely with
a woman is my thing"

"Oh no" Amy interrupted "I am straight as...well not completely straight,
straight as most guys I guess. We are open to lesbians, however, and do
encourage sexual exploration among all people" she said with a shrug "But as
for males? It's usually as simple as some intimidation the other way.
Sometimes they fight and you have to fight back, but making them yours is
rarely an issue for us"

"So you just aggressively flirt with them and have fun? I mean, I guess I
could maybe spend a few years doing that. But I'd kind of like to go steady
some day is all"

"Oh no" Amy Maria waved her hand in a dramatic, limp-wristed gesture "we are
all about permanent connection. When the time comes, of course, some girls
need to explore more than others before they meet their soulmate. I didn't
even really believe in soulmates until Akheema showed off some of the previous
matches she made, I think I'll show you some of those perfect couples some
day. Well honestly it's pretty much inevitable that you'll see one or two if
you stick with me and explore the Order like I do. But yes, we will find you
mates. You strike me as the kind of girl who could use a hook-up right now,
however"

"I mean sure" I shrugged "My last break-up was uhhh, rough" I looked around
"Where are we picking up a guy?"

She smiled "I think I'll teach you how to pick one up" she grabbed my wrist
"Ohh, but you have probably picked up plenty before today! Anyway, I'll show
you. Who in this room would you say is the cutest male?"

"What-" I did not consider my incredulity half as much as I considered the
question, looking around the room until I found some adorable clean-shaved
blond biker boy next to a much bigger one. They sort of resembled each other,
was the more buff one an older brother? I pointed at him anyway "I kinda like
that one" I said awkwardly.

Amy kissed me on the cheek 'the blondie or the dirty buzzcut next to him?"

"Blondie" I smiled, and she walked off to see them. She had to be seven feet
tall in those big red stilettos, but she somehow made herself even more
intimidating when she placed a foot on the table, right in front of the bigger
one. It had that sexy, powerful arch from her expensive-looking shoe, and her
toenails were painted a deep red to match her outfit. She had nylons on, which
I can aesthetically appreciate even if they aren't my favorite. "Kiss my foot,
servant" she said, before aggressively reaching out a perfectly manicured
fingernail to tickle him below the chin. He looked up, focused and
intimidated. Just as she said he would be.

The guy got up, super offended looking. He had a pretty man physique himself,
maybe I'd have gone for him if I had to choose again, but he just sort of
looked unpleasant. "What the fuck are you?' he said, not sure if he was going
to get violent by the sound of things.

"Tonight I'm the one you always dreamed of" she rubbed a finger across his
chest, then lightly grabbed his crotch, shocking pretty much everyone. "The
one who will make you the slave you always needed to be. Come follow me into
your new life" she said, before pushing him on his chest hard enough to knock
him on his ass, then she started shaking her big bouncy booty as she walked
toward the exit. She encouraged me to follow with a wag of her finger, and as
the two guys started chasing her out I found myself following.

She blocked the first punch from the man with her open palm, yawning into her
other hand. The little blondie went in for a tackle but I put him in a full
nelson, my enormous arms easily overpowering his as I saw the events play out.

Amy totally smashed the guy, literally slamming him into her cleavage after a
few moves had been exchanged, before finally pressing him to the ground "Guys
love our musk" she said, staring at me "take your shoe off, get him hooked on
yours"

It was crazy, I was in a parking lot in the middle of the night with a
non-consenting guy I'd never met getting love suggestions from a buff Barbie
cultist. But I did what she said, kicking a boot off (It took me a few awkward
seconds) as I watched her make the bigger guy kiss her foot, removing it from
her heel so he could cover every inch with his lips.

When I got my own shoe off there was more smell, but as I shoved blondie onto
it I thought I heard some excitement from him. "Check his cock" she suggested,
and when I reached for it I found that he was either carrying around some
dynamite or completely hard down there.

Amy then lifted her skirt up to reveal some super-expensive looking underwear,
grabbed buzzcut by the head, and shoved him into that perfectly shaved
pussmound of hers "Follow me again"

I'd never been sexually aggressive with a guy before. But he was obeying me
and I was having fun looking down at him. I gulped and brought his head up,
pressing it against my crotch and moaning lightly as I unzipped to reveal some
booty shorts on a much harrier mound. He still ate like his life depended on
it once I opened it for him. I had the three most intense orgasms of my life,
up to that point. And it was all from having the self-confidence to force
myself on a male. I was hooked after that, immediately joining her little
Order and discovering the many secrets of love and life contained therein.

But all of that was about a year before the story really starts, with my
observation of the man who they had determined to be my lover. I didn't trust
Akheema's match at first, sure I saw he was attractive on TV and I considered
him a potential compliment for my personality, but how could a man who I had
never met ever be my soulmate? Surely it was some kind of new age metaphysical
woo. But as I looked more into his life I saw that I did, perhaps, have some
sort of basic appreciation for him. He was generous, seemed playful, had some
interest in a few of the same authors as I did, and the Great Akheema was very
persuasive about how I would come to love him in time.

I had on green daisy dukes and a vest that day. My arms, abs, and most of my
cleavage were on display but I still felt that I looked pretty tough and
tomboyish in my own way. I was also enjoying the cold air of the apartment on
my skin. I found myself lightly purring, even, at the sight of my prey. I
wanted him bad and he was going to find that out soon enough. The guy was a
celebrity chef who was coming up in the world, single, and had a nice place.
I'd have to shadow him for a bit before I could really get a bead on my proper
"enhanced seduction" techniques, but I was feeling ready to do anything. A
life of happiness, I was told, awaited me if I could only force him to realize
he loved me. And I never had much trouble forcing guys to do anything once I'd
put my mind to it.

He walked out and I went back to the elevator, checking my phone. The girls
form the Order of Inanna were meeting tonight, they wanted to see if I could
stop by. "I'll be a few hours, ladies. Make sure to save me some wine and a
few dozen steaks" they gave me some happy emojis in response.

It was an hour later that he came back to his apartment. I was to understand,
later, that he was just trying out a new sushi place in the neighborhood. He
seemed pretty happy, I guess that sushi hit the spot. Not the only spot that'd
be hit tonight. He went in his elevator and I immediately ran to the stairs,
going up them three at a time as a living bolt of female muscle. It gave me a
bit of burn in my thighs and a bigger one in my lungs, but it was worth it to
finally have a chance with the guy who had been causing me so much internal
strife, I had to finally give him a piece of me.

I was at the fire escape as I saw him approaching the door to his apartment.
He was maybe a bit buzzed, and the jeans he had on really showed off that ass.
I licked my hips, slowly taking steps toward him. He had a bit too much
cologne on, but I'd change that as I got closer to him. For now I was just
ensuring that he would know someone had an eye on him. "Hey" I said to him in
a voice that I hoped to be both breathily seductive and terrifying. His effort
to turn his head and look at me suggested I was successful in at least one of
those goals.

I grabbed the back of his neck hard enough to make sure his head stayed in the
same place, my other hand started snaking down the front of his body. He was
definitely seeing my big, buff, white, freckled arm. That was going to stay
with him. He was also feeling my breath on his beck. "Please, please" he said,
fumbling with his keys as he looked down at the hand that was currently
digging a thumb into his pants.

"Of course" I said, pushing him into the wall, keeping him pinned there while
I repeatedly kissed the side of his face. He was moaning slightly, terrified
in my grip. Sad he was so uncomfortable, in time I knew he would come to love
my arms, to find them his only respite from the terrors of the outside world.
I sighed deeply into his ear and lightly nibbled the lobe before I grabbed his
crotch.

"Who are you?" he was nearly screeching now, seeming so vulnerable as I felt
his bulge in my grip. His cock seemed nicely sized and shaped, although I'd
have to finagle it some to get a better idea of exactly what it was. He
panicked and pleaded "Please, please don't hurt me"

"No plans on that" I whispered in his ear, unzipping his pants. He grabbed my
wrists with both hands and tried to pull my arm away as I rubbed a finger
across his silk underwear. He gasped. The guy had to be feeling my F-cups
pressing against his back, hearing my voice, he may have just smelled me too.
He had to know I was a beautiful woman, or at least a sexually active one? I
found the slit in his undies and shoved some fingers in, working his shaft
"Seems like you like me" I whispered in his ear, slamming him into the wall
harder. He groaned and the hinges began to creak under the immense pressure I
was putting forward.

"I, I, uhh" he barely made out as my other hand started working his ass. Just
feeling the delightful half-globes he'd been working on for the last few
months, lightly needing them through his pants as I rubbed harder. He started
panicking again, writhing in my arms but unable to move at all. It must have
been so exhilarating to be overpowered like this, so few men get the
privilege. I rubbed harder, doing every little trick I could remember. I
rubbed my thumb on the head, spread my fingers across the bottom of the
length, even slightly fondled his balls. He gasped.

"No, nooo" he was whining, then suddenly I grabbed the length and began
massaging him, my breath spilling against his neck, going right inside of his
ear, and tracing across his shoulder. He was digging into my arm now, his
short nails threatening to scratch my skin as he gripped with all his might.
He was starting to understand the strength differential. Then it happened. He
scrunched up his face and started spurting, all inside of those nice undies. I
kept jerking him, looking over his shoulder and smiling as I felt glob after
glob of the warm liquid leave his urethra. He must have been very excited, to
release that much. I'm pretty sure that's how that works at least, if I'm
wrong I'm gonna have to have a word with an ex.

He gasped and fell into the door, that soft sandy hair of his spreading around
his head "No reason to be ashamed" I reminded him, pulling my arm up and
applying a choke hold, knocking the handsome man out. He scratched at my arm
some more but he was limp in like five seconds so no harm no foul I suppose.

He wasn't very heavy, I just lifted him right up in a bridal carry and grabbed
the keys he was fumbling with, unlocking his door and leading him inside. He
had a nice place, the furniture was kind of modern for my tastes, but I could
definitely live there. I placed him on the closest couch I could find and then
took a bit of time to appreciate his face.

He looked even better than he did on TV, his face just carried a friendly
quality I can't quite describe. I actually reached my hand down to feel across
his stubble, his whiskers tickled me. They'd tickle me more in time.

I grabbed an idol of Inanna from my pocket and lightly placed it on his chest.
He was breathing, and would probably be up soon. May as well take a few
pictures to show the girls once I got back to the order, they always loved to
brag about their conquests, now I finally had one of my own. I left him as he
was, cock hanging out and pants around his knees, taking a few pics of just
him before a quick selfie, making a piece sign in front of him with my
cum-coated fingers. I tasted them as I walked out of his front door, they were
nice and salty, but not bitter like both the previous guys I had tasted. I may
actually volunteer to give head to a guy like him.

I checked myself out in a few windows as I walked back, trying to determine if
I really looked as good as I did in the picture I took. My hair was a bright
auburn and looking straight, regular in length as it cascaded to my shoulders
and no farther. it naturally had some degree of fluff to it, my face has
freckles, and a few other features sometimes gave me reason to doubt my
beauty. But I was feeling more confident since I joined the order and I
thought it did look really cute. Especially when I smiled. My tummy had a
pretty solid pack of abs on it, and my limbs were looking muscular too.

And yes I liked my big breasts and butt. They made it easy to wear whatever
the hell I wanted and still look completely female, which was cool. My
underbun was just kind of jiggling out and my bust was on nearly full display,
I did a few flexes for the camera before moving on to the next series of
windows, wanting to get to the other girls.

The club was a little hole in the wall, the basement was apparently made a
hundred years ago by some cult, but now we have the luxury of using it. My
knuckles rapped on the door and I had to stamp my foot on the floor as the I
heard footsteps approaching, then suddenly the door itself burst open and I
was lost in a pair of just incredibly might arms, my face pushed into a
shoulder.

"Beth!" Shouted our enormous security officer in our circle of companions "I'm
so glad to see you, did you get anywhere with him?" I wasn't usually
manhandled by anybody, but Ginger was not a normal person. She was seven foot
two and muscled to match, literally one of the strongest human beings on the
planet, if not just THE strongest person. I have never once seen her fail to
move or break something, or someone. But she was a sweetheart, I liked that
about her. Like seriously she was so nice to everyone, it was probably what
made her such a good bouncer.

"Oh yeah, I jerked him off is all. He didn't see my face or anything but he
knows he has an admirer"

"OOOH, romantic!" she squeed, bringing me right against that big, pretty face
of hers. She had dark skin and dirty blonde hair, along with a nice dixie
accent that really reinforced her role as the nice one. "I bet he can probably
bake better than I can, so I'm not sure if you can reach him through his
stomach, but I guess his ding-dong is also a valid entryway. Was it to your
uhhh preference?"

I laughed, who couldn't in her arms "Oh Ginger, it was pretty nice" I said
while looking into her big green eyes. "Are you gonna ask me how I kissed
him?"

"Am I that predictable?" she asked before setting me down and getting on her
knees. She always went for guys, and always wanted to take a more
traditionally feminine roll with them, but she could never resist a good old
passionate kiss from anybody. I grabbed those dirty blonde locks and licked my
lips, showing them off before shoving my face into hers, my tongue travelled
all around her mouth as I pulled her in tightly. She responded in kind, her
enormous arms and big firm chest were practically eating up my torso as she
took in the kiss. She moaned and slowly started pulling me in tighter and
tighter, probably not even a conscious decision...but eventually I had to
relent "Ginger you are going to crush me" as I teasingly slapped her arm to
make her let go.

"Oh sorry" She said, picking me up again "But that was a very nice kiss. You
know most guys I meet, even the supposedly tough ones, they can only take a
few seconds of that. It's just so hard when your passion tells you to squeeze
but the bones won't let you do it"

"Sorry about that" I said, thinking back to how happy and alive her hookups
and boyfriends had been when I'd seen them "I'm sure Akheema will get you
somebody who can stand to resist you" I suggested, and she nodded quickly.

"Oh, she says she already has somebody! He's huge and handsome and not as
strong as me but she says he's a big grump and I'm going to have to cheer him
up, which I think I can do very well because of my personality and he's strong
enough for me to hug him without smashing him and he'll even be able to carry
me around when I want him too and ... " she suddenly closed her mouth "And
well it just seems exciting is all. I hope you have a good time with your uhh,
soulmate" she said with a bit more reservation.

"Ginger, did I ever tell you that you were quite possibly the most adorable
thing in the world when you get excited? Never stop because you think you're
being loud" I kissed her lips again, more lightly this time, and that big dark
face of hers started turning red "Can I see everybody?" I said, getting
carried into the main room, everyone suddenly started applauding the second
half of my story and Ginger let me down to hang out with everyone else, no
less than seven hugs were directed at me in the next ten seconds.

"Hey bitch!" said the tiny Reyna, a Filipina who had to wear some very thick
soles to reach 5'0". She was a pretty awesome person once you got to know her,
but on the surface it was obvious that she made up for her tiny size with a
ton of sass "See the new tape of me and my boyfriend?" she said, pointing to
the television at the front of the room. I walked up to her and sat right
beside her, before picking her up and placing her on my thigh. She called me a
bunch of names but laughed through it, so I take it she was enjoying it.

"Wow" I said as I watched the video, it was her and her current boyfriend,
supposedly her soulmate, a middleweight boxing champion. He was at least twice
her weight, and a very dark skinned black guy (She seemed to prefer men like
she preferred coffee) and had a gentle face below his dreadlocks. The video
showed her completely dancing around him, her lithe, defined body easily
countering or avoiding everything he gave while repeatedly pummelling him with
light blows.

"Here comes the good part" she whispered, before the screen showed her
delivering a devastating blow to her man's midsection, knocking him over "I
have to show him his place, you know? He can't just walk through life thinking
that just because he can beat up a bunch of boys means he stands any chance
against me" she said, bouncing in excitement on my thigh "so you had an
encounter with your guy? Did he admit to liking you from the start or will you
have to convince him that he likes you?"

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