Sofia almost dropped the bowl, now empty.  The goddess' blessing still danced upon her flesh and between her legs, reminding her of her promise to serve while she stared, open eyed at the slut...<em>her</em>slut, writhing about on the floor in the throes of passion... there was no doubt in her mind that she was being taken by the goddess, filled to bursting in fact... Sister Maxima had been correct - this one was special...<br/><br/>She stared up, along with everyone else in the temple, at the sky, flinching as the great bolt of light exploded high over head, the sound of it rattling the chains that hung from the walls.  She was powerful, no doubt of that, but it was unfocused power.  Sofia would need to train her, and train her well, to harness that raw energy into a weapon of the goddess.<br/><br/>Looking down at the girl, she felt a moment of sympathy for the poor thing.  She looked so small and helpless.  For a brief moment, she wanted to kneel down, take her in her arms, and reassure her.  She steeled herself.  That would be serving no one's best interests.  The sooner the girl learned to control herself, the better an instrument she would become.<br/><br/>She tugged on the leash, not ungently, but insistant, gaining the witch's attention, keeping her face hard.  "I am Sister Sofia, witch.  Your Mistress for as long as you are useful, to be obeyed in all matters without question."<br/><br/>She allowed a small, but gentle smile to grace her stern face, remembering her training...<em>Remember, your witch is as a wild creature, a child, a slave to her base desires, looking for guidence.  Be firm, yet fair, harsh when it is demanded of you, yet also gentle as you may, such is the desire of the goddess.</em><br/><br/>She gave the leash another tug.  "Stand up, slut,  so that i might get a better look at you."