She rode her horse towards the fortress monastery, the gray stone walls of the place loomed before her as she neared the gate. She stopped when she reached the guard house and one of the men looked up at her.

“What’s your business here my lady?” He asked.

“I’m here to join the order,” she replied.

The man frowned in confusion, she sighed and took a letter from her shirt pocket and handed it to him. He opened it and looked it over his eyes going wide before quickly coming to attention.

“My apologies ma’am! You may pass!” he said.

“Thank you,” she replied.

He folded the letter and handed it back to her and she returned it to her pocket before riding though the open gate. After passing through the thick wall she found herself in a courtyard of sorts with a long pathed path that leading to the central temple. She rode down the path looking at the many structures that lined the rode idly wonder what each one contained.

*It's like father’s castle I suppose.*

A few priests walked out of the temple and headed over to her, the lead one held up his hand to stop her. She slid off her horse landing deftly on the ground keeping the reigns in her left hand and taking the letter from her pocket once again with her right. She held it out for him and he took it looking it over before sighing.

“We will have to test you again,” he said.

“I expected that,” she replied.

“Well come along we have a few candidates waiting and with you we have enough to start the initiation ritual,” he said.

She passed the reins to one of the priests and followed the lead one into the temple. The interior was a vast open space with columns sprouting from the marble floor reaching up to the painted ceiling. In the center of the room was a statue depicting Cyrolpa the gelded god. In his right hand was a hand sickle and in his left was his own severed manhood. The scriptures state that after emasculating himself he planted it in the earth so that the soil would always be bountiful, giving his own fertility to the people. She wasn’t sure how that would work but gods were gods so there was no telling what they could do. They walk up to the statue where a small altar sat holy symbol sat on a velvet cushion.

“Pick up it up,” the priest said.

He reached out to and picked up the symbol, the moment her fingers touched the cool metal it began to glow with a golden light.

“Well there’s no doubt your one of the chosen,” he said.

“So what now?” She asked.

“Strip,” he replied.

“Pardon?” She asked.

“Candidates and initiates are forbidden from wearing clothing so remove it,” he replied.

“I see,” she said.

She sighed and started to undress placing her travel clothing in a neat pile next to her. Once she finished she stood up straight. He looked her over and then gestured for her to follow before walking away. She scurried after the cool air of the temple causing goosebumps to form across her body. She crossed her arm over her chest as they made their way further into the temple. After walking out of the main chamber and into a long passageway they reached a room with a large bath in the center. A group of priests along with five nude men waited, the nude men looked over their eyes lingering on her crotch and chest. She felt herself blush at the attention and looked away.

“So she passed then?” One of the priests asked.

“Her touch made the symbol shine like a beacon,” the priest who accompanied her replied.

“There’s no denying it then our lord chose a woman,” the other priest said.

“Well then lets get these candidates initiated, I’m tired of seeing that lot loafing about,” the priest who accompanied her replied.

The gawking men suddenly looked rather sheepish quickly looking away.

“Now then let’s begin, first you all need to be purified so step into the water,” the other priest said.

She along with the nude men stepped into the bath and waded to the center, the water was warm and seemed to shimmer with its own light. The priests waded into the water after them and then started to wash each of them from head to toe. Once they were clean they were led out of the bath and dried before exiting the room. They returned to the main chamber where they found a multitude of priests gathered. They lined up in front of the statue facing the crowd, the gathered priests parted and an old priest carrying a bronze hand sickle stepped through. He was flanked by two other priests one of them carried a golden bowl and the other a large box. He walked right up to her and looked her over before looking over at the man carrying the bowl.

“This one will make the offerings,” he said.

The man nodded and stepped close to her.

“You will carry the bowl so step out and follow the high priest closely,” he said.

She nodded and he handed her the bowl, she walked next to the high priest as he moved down the line to the next man.

“You must offer our god your fertility if you wish to serve him, will you do this?” The high priest asked.

“Yes sir,” the man replied.

The high priest placed the sickle into the man’s right hand.

“Take it all at the root in once stroke and then place it into the bowl,” he said.

 The man swallowed hard and then took his manhood in his left hand before placing the blade of the sickle underneath it. After taking a few deep breaths he pulled upwards severing it from his body, a large amount of blood gushed form the wound and he shook badly from the pain. He tossed his severed manhood into the bowl and the priest with the box rushed over opening it. It was a healer’s kit and he used it to tend to the man’s wounds. Once he finished he closed the box and stepped back, the high priest retrieved the sickle from the man and then stepped in front of the next candidate. The man was clearly nervous but like the first he agreed to emasculate himself and moments later his manhood was sitting in the bowl. The other candidates did the same and after the last of them was stitched up they were led away.

“Come along girl,” the priest who handed her the bowl said.

She followed him away from the crowd of priests and out of the temple.

“So um what now?” She asked.

“Now you’re going to bury those in the sacred garden,” he replied.

“Oh, just like the scriptures!” She said.

“Exactly,” he replied.

They took a path behind the temple which led to a small walled garden, he opened the gate and gestured for her to enter before following after.

“Let me get you a spade,” he said.

He went to a small tool shed where he retrieved the spade.

“Put each offering into a separate hole,” he said.

“Yes sir,” she replied.

He handed her the spade.

“I need to do a few things, mind if I leave you alone for a few?” He asked.

“That’s fine,” she replied.

“Good,” he said.

He walked out of the garden leaving and she turned to look around finding a spot with little foliage she went over to it and crouched down placed the bowl next to her before she started to dig a small hole. Once finished she picked up one of the severed members and unceremoniously tossed it into the hole before covering it with earth. She did this for the rest of them before standing up and stretching. She wiped the sweat from her brow with her hand. She looked around at the various flowering plants and smirked.

*I guess cocks are good for something.*

She picked the bowl back up and walked over to the gate where she waited for the priest to come back.