There was a beautiful young woman named Ishtar from Pomerania, in the north of Poland, who lived alone with her father near an ancient monastery in the village of Kartuzy. She was a wild girl who looked nothing like the other Polish girls. With her dark hair, exotic looks and fierce eyes, some mistakenly thought that perhaps her mother was a gypsy.
But others in the village whispered that her mother was Assyrian and had descended from a long line of Babylonian princesses. They said that she had been a courtesan or a prostitute. Others thought she had also been a spy or an agent for Russian or American interests.
Ishtar was always curious though and drawn to her dark fears. “Father, who is my mother? Why did she name me Ishtar? What is the meaning?” Her father would just look at her and say, “Your mother knew she could not stay with you. She knew that you would struggle to understand your true spirit. You will learn the meaning of your name as you grow older”
Her mother had also left Ishtar a necklace with an eight point jeweled star that she was required to wear every day. What was the meaning of this star? It was such a mysterious, ancient piece and why had her equally mysterious mother insisted that she wear it?
The village of Kartuzy is particularly known for an ancient order of hooded Carthusian monks. These monks are known for emphasizing the inevitability of death in their monastic teachings. They are solitary, celibate and speak only their religious incantations for most of the year. Because of these practices, their history as warriors and their long dark robes and hoods, they are often feared by visitors of the village.
Once when Ishtar was walking by the monastery, one of the monks noticed Ishtar’s necklace and her wild eyes and said, “You are the daughter of Anu from Nineveh. I see it in your eyes and you wear her cross.” The monk was frightened and ran away. So Ishtar, now a young woman researched her mother. She researched the symbol that hung between her breasts and discovered that she was descended from an ancient line of sacred prostitutes. In fact, her very name meant the goddess of love, war, fertility and sexuality.
Ishtar felt deep drawn to the monastery in Kartuzy. There was something about it. The symbolism, the secrecy of the monks and their incantations. What were they like as men? Her fascination haunted her and at night she dreamt of the monks disrobing, revealing their strength of their bodies and taking her sexually.
One night as she was looking through her father’s closet, she discovered a monk’s robe. He too had been a Carthusian monk long ago, but had never told his daughter. Suddenly inspired, Ishtar pulled back her hair, put on the hooded robe and slipped out of the house to make her way to the monastery.
Quietly opening the heavy wooden door, she entered the old church. Candles dimly lit the sanctuary while the monks slowly circled singing their chants in ancient Gregorian style. Ishtar tried to blend in with them, but her hair fell out of her robe and another monk quickly realized that they had been invaded by an impostor.
A group of monks surrounded her as her hood was pulled back revealing her beautiful, yet wild feminine face. A small group of monks brought her to the center of the sanctuary and began circling around her, holding hands and singing. A larger group of monks also formed a circle and began circling around Ishtar in the other direction, singing their chants in a perfect, dark, yet beautiful chorus.
One of the monks stepped forward and disrobed Ishtar, leaving her naked and exposed. Grabbing her hair, he forced her to her knees and placed a heavy metal collar on her neck. Four chains were secured to the collar and screwed to the floor and the monks continued their circling and singing.
Ishtar closed her eyes and listened to the heavenly, masculine voices. It were as though a thousand Gabriels were singing just to her. She smelled the scent of men as they circled and as she remembered the fantasies of her dreams, she reached down and began touching herself, getting lost in the music and the delicate touch on her own wetness.
As she did this, one of the monks stepped forward and opened his robe, bringing it near to left side of her face. Then another monk did the same on the other side of her, while a third presented his cock directly in front of her. Instinctively, she took his cock deep in her mouth while she used her left and right to stroke the shaft of the two other monks. Three other monks from the inner circle opened their robes and started stroking themselves, aiming their cocks at her and spraying her back and breasts with cum, while the outer ring of monks continued to circle and sing.
And, in this moment, when many would be fearful and ashamed, Ishtar found within herself the greatest peace that transcended all understanding. Suddenly she understood the message of her mother, the symbolism between her breasts and what she was meant to be. She was strong and proud. No longer ashamed, she finally understood that she was to serve with strength, with beauty and with the deepest submission. She had found the salvation of Ishtar.
Please listen to the musical selection from the German group Enigma.