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 The Girls' School (MF Mf M+F+f+ FF ff F+f+ bdsm span fdom cons) By: Connard
Wellingham Copyright (c) Connard Wellingham 2003

   This story contains what is known as 'adult content', ie sex.  Why one
should be allowed to read about murder, torture, violence and killing but
not sex is a mystery to me - but there you go, that's the way it is.  So if
it is not legal for you to read about sex where you are, or you are deemed
too young to read about sex or, you find stories about sex offensive - DO
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for your amusement and enjoyment.  The author would not like to mislead the
more gullible among you that the world really is as depicted here.  Whether
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   Chapter 15: The Ceremony (MF, Mf+, ff, MF, bdsm)

   Tonight was the night.  Tonight Tricia, Aimee, Lola and Catherine were
to be initiated as full members of the Secret Society.  Adam felt a tingle
of anticipation as he wondered what form it would take.  He also wondered
if the girls had any inkling as to what was about to happen to them.

   At 7 o'clock, he arrived at the Club Room and was somewhat surprised to
find Erica waiting for him at the door him at the door.  She was a
relatively quiet and well-behaved girl and he had not really thought of her
as one of the Inner Circle.

   "Miss Henderson asks if you would change in here."

   "Change?"

   "Yes, sir." She giggled.  "I don't think jeans and a sweatshirt are
quite appropriate."

   Adam laughed.  "You're right, of course.  I just never thought.  Lead
on."

   Erica led him to a side room one wall of which consisted of a fitted
wardrobe with mirror doors.  She indicated a costume hanging on a hook.

   "For you."

   He took down the outfit Anne had chosen for him and examined it with
some confusion.

   "Would you, er, like a hand," said Erica.

   He glanced at her, noting her rather flushed cheeks.

   "Why, yes Erica, I think I would."

   He handed her the costume and began to remove his clothes.

   "You'll need to take your pants off, too." He shrugged and stripped of
the final garment.  "This bit is first, I think."

   She handed him a pair of deep blue, calfskin tights.  He struggled into
them.  They clung to his legs like a second skin.  As he pulled them up
over his waist, he realised that they had no front - his genitals were
exposed for all to see.

   "There seems to be a bit missing," he said.

   Erica giggled and handed him an item that consisted of a small pocket
with loose strings made of the same deep blue calfskin.  He held it up and
regarded it suspiciously.

   "May I?" asked Erica.

   She took the proffered item and dropped to her knees in front of him. 
She looked up at him then gently cupped his cock and balls and slipped the
pocket over them.  Her hands lingered and he felt himself stiffen.  Deftly
but slowly, she pulled two of the strings between his legs and up the cleft
between his buttocks.  She turned him round and pulled the other strings
over his hip bones and tied all four strings at his back.  Her hands
dallied on his buttocks.

   Finally satisfied, she turned him back and made him step backwards.  She
knelt, hands on knees and regarded him.

   "Oh, yes," she said.  "Quite something."

   Feeling a trifle foolish and exposed in this revealing outfit, Adam
glanced down.  Beneath her white shirt, Erica's nipples were most
definitely erect.  Suddenly, he felt better.  He made to step away but
Erica stayed him.  She shuffled forward on her knees and began to smooth
the material on his legs.

   "Must get this just right," she said.

   She made quite a ceremony of it, spending more time stroking his calves
and thighs than straightening the material.  It was most arousing and his
cock slowly grew, filling the restraining pouch and lifting it away from
his body.  The strings, he discovered, were elasticated.  Her head was
close to his stiff cock and he willed her to strip the confining material
away and apply her mouth to his erection.

   At last she seemed satisfied and knelt back.  She was breathing heavily
and her face was flushed.

   "Goodness," she exclaimed in mock surprise as she caught sight of his
cock.  "Did I do that?"

   "You little minx," he said.  "I've a good mind to..."

   "Now, now," she said, jumping to her feet, laughing.  "You've got to
save it all for later.  Anyway we're not finished yet and you've still got
to help me with my outfit."

   She picked up a loose, silk shirt the same colour as the tights and
slipped it over his arms.  She stood very close as she clipped the
fasteners at the front.  He was very aware of her - hot and sexy.  He
cupped her chin and raised her face.  Her lips were very red, her eyes were
large and round.  He could feel her trembling.  He bent and kissed her
gently.

   "I think this is going to be a memorable night," he said softly,
releasing her.  "Now we'd better get you into your costume."

   She sighed in disappointment, obviously hoping for more despite her
earlier comments.  Keeping her eyes firmly on his, she began to strip.

   Adam had not seen Erica naked before - as he had found neither an excuse
to punish her nor considered her as a 'partner'.  He was rapidly changing
his mind.  At 17 she was entering the prime of her woman-hood - her breasts
high and full with large areolae and nipples, her shoulders broad, her
waist narrow, her legs long and sturdy.  And she was not particularly shy,
as he had just discovered.  Adam's cock grew, if anything, even harder as
he watched her slowly remove her school uniform.

   "Have I ever told you that you are very beautiful?" he said as she stood
, naked, before him.

   She flushed with pleasure and dropped her gaze.  She picked up two long,
floppy black objects and handed one to Adam.

   "Perhaps you could help me," she said coyly, pointing a foot in his
direction.

   He looked at the object and realised it was a latex boot - a very long
black boot with 4-inch stiletto heels.  Dropping to his knees, he slipped
it over her foot and felt for the zip.

   "It's easier if you do the other foot first," she said.

   He helped her to stand up, swaying on the high heels.  She explained how
do fasten up the boots.

   "I think I might enjoy this," he murmured.

   Starting at the ankle, he smoothed the supple, shiny material around her
leg, making sure the seam was straight, and eased the zip up.  Inch by inch
he ascended, encasing her legs in the clinging latex.  It was a strangely
sensual experience.  He stroked the silky skin and planted little kisses on
the back of her legs before finally enclosing them in their latex sheaths.
He could feel her legs trembling and her breath come in little pants as he
reached her knees and lingered there, nuzzling the sensitive skin.  The
trembling increased.  She placed a hand on his head.  "Please," she
whispered.

   He pulled at the zip and moved on and up, revelling in the firm muscles
of her thighs.  The boots seemed to go on for ever and ever but, finally,
he reached the top an inch below her buttocks.  As he clipped the zip in
place, he was acutely aware of the round swell of her bottom only inches
from his face.  Unable to resist, he held her hips and gently sank his
teeth into the beautiful globes.

   She flinched.  "Oh, sir.  No.  Please." And pushed his head away.

   Reluctantly he stood.  They were both flushed and his cock was
stretching the elastic ties of the pouch their limit.

   "You're a complete bastard, you know.  You've made me all wet," she
complained.

   He sniffed ostentatiously.  There was a definite aroma of arousal in the
small room.

   "There's certainly something in the air," he leered.

   She made a moue and made to strike him.  He caught her wrist.

   "Now, now," he chided.  "If you start that we'll never get out of here."

   He stepped back and regarded her admiringly.  The sensual latex, clung
to her legs, emphasising their curves and the heels tautened the muscles
flatteringly.  The black tops, only an inch below her pubes focussed erotic
attention on her blonde bush and prominent mound.

   "Whew," he whistled.  "Perhaps we should stay here after all."

   She flushed then giggled.  "I need to do my face and hair and you," she
indicated his erection, "need to do something about that.  Oh, and don't
forget your mask."

   "I know what I'd like to do with it," he said.

   She giggled again.  He sighed theatrically and turned away.  "Oh well, I
shall just have to find someone else."

   "Don't forget your mask."

   He picked up the mask she indicated and put it on.  It covered the top
half of his face, rising to two curved points almost like horns.  He caught
sight of his reflection in the mirror and turned to admire his outfit. 
'Not bad,' he was forced to admit.  'A bit of a sexy devil all right.' He
turned back to Erica and blew her a kiss.  She cupped her breasts as if
offering them to him and pouted.

   "Till later," he said as he opened the door.

   He stood for a few moments in the darkened hallway.  The cooler air
washed over him and his erection gradually subsided.  He was left, though,
with a tingle of anticipation.

   Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door to the main room and
slipped in.

   ~~~~~~~



   The set-up was impressive.  At one end was a low dais upon which was a
throne of carved wood flanked, at a slight angle, by two low divans.  The
throne was picked out by a spotlight under which the gold and midnight blue
covers gleamed.  There were numerous cushions of various sizes scattered on
and around the divans and dais.  The floor in front of the dais was clear.
On one side was a large wooden partition decorated with steel rings and
bolts and ropes while on the other, in the dim beyond the glare of the
lights were a selection of chairs and divans and even more cushions.

   Adam noticed movement in the gloom and headed towards it.  Jacqueline,
Marcia, Barbara and Evaline were gathered at a table set back against the
wall.  They wore long cloaks that covered them from head to toe.  Only the
hoods were thrown back .  Jacqueline saw him and handed him a tall glass.

   "Drink this," she said.  "You'll need it."

   He sniffed at the contents before drinking.  It didn't appear to be
alcohol and had an odd bitter-sweet, musky smell.  Jacqueline raised a
glass containing the same liquid in a mock toast.

   "To tonight.  May the rituals be observed," she said in an oddly languid
voice.

   He raised his glass in salute and took a long pull of the contents.  It
tasted as it smelled, not unpleasant but distinctly unusual.  Jacqueline
was watching him with and amused expression.

   "You're supposed to sip it slowly," she said.  "But I suspect you'll
need your strength tonight."

   "What is it?" he asked.

   "Oh, just a sort of tonic.  To help you keep your strength up."

   He took another swig of the drink.  He didn't feel in need of a tonic
for he felt very keyed up.  He looked around.  His senses seemed to be on
overdrive tonight for he was aware of everything, the richness of the
fabrics, the starkness of the bare floor, the lights glinting on the steel
rings, the grain of the wood panelling, the smells of fabric, wood, dust
and the perfumes of his companions.  He turned back to comment on this to
Jacqueline and found that he seemed to be moving in slow motion.  There was
a look of concern on Jacqueline's face.  She relieved him of his glass and
fetched him another.

   "I knew you shouldn't have drunk it so quickly," she muttered.  "Here,
have this."

   He raised an eyebrow, confident that it conveyed all the meaning he
intended.  It appeared to be so for Jacqueline said, "It's orange juice. 
Drink it up quickly."

   As there appeared no reason to disagree, he did so.  She fetched him
another three and, when he'd downed them, she brought him back his original
drink.

   "Now, sip it," she said sternly.  His senses steadied and he took a
tentative sip.  "Better?"

   He nodded.  "Potent stuff."

   She patted his arm.  "You'd better believe it." There was a noise at the
door.  "Looks like they're almost ready.  We'd better take our places. 
Come with me."

   She pushed back the cloak and grinned at Adam's gasp of admiration.  She
was dressed in a black latex playsuit.  It was mainly a tight band from
just below her breasts to her hips.  From it sheer black stocking were
suspended.  From the tops of the suspenders, a silver chain looped down to
her naked pubic mound.  The slit of her quim was visible under her neatly
trimmed dark pubic hair.

   The top of the suit cupped and lifted her bare breasts, rounding them
and pushing them out.  As her breasts were on the generous side anyway,
this gave them the appearance of two large half-melons with brown
bulls-eyes in the centre.  Her nipples were hard points.  Straps rose
between and around her breasts to an inch-wide leather collar.  Sliver
chains looped between the straps across her breasts, emphasising their
fullness.  Her hair was loose, cascading over her shoulders and long,
silver earrings dangled from her ears.

   "To say that you look spectacular would be an understatement," he
murmured.

   Marcia and Evaline emerged from the shadows, dressed the same as
Jacqueline.  Evaline looked uncomfortable.  She did not like nor suit such
an aggressive outfit, preferring more feminine and frilly clothing.  The
four took their places on the dais, standing in front of the divans with
their arms folded across their chests.  Barbara had disappeared.

   The doors opened and the girls of the Inner Circle filed in.  They were
dressed in electric blue latex catsuits that looked like they had been
sprayed on.  The catsuits covered their entire bodies, from neck to wrist
to ankle - except for their bottoms, breasts and genitals which were bare.
Their hair had been elaborately set and they were masked.  They teetered in
on 5-inch heels and formed two lines between the entrance and the dais. 
They dropped to their knees and knelt silently facing each other.  Adam was
in shock.  Each vision was more erotic, more licentious then the previous.
He gazed in lustful admiration at the two lines of bottoms and breasts so
artfully and erotically framed by the blue latex.  His cock was now so
stiff it was painful.

   But worse was to come.  The door swung open again and Anne made her
entrance.

   She was wearing teddy of the finest black calfskin decorated with pearl
studs.  It was cut high at the legs, almost to her waist, and swept down
between her thighs in a sharp triangle to her pubic mound where it parted
to leave her vulva bare.  The front seam was held together with laces
looped round silver studs and ending with a bow between her breasts.  Her
breasts!  Her breasts were completely bare.  The suit circled round them
supporting and lifting them in a harness.  They stood out from her chest in
vast, rounded volcanic cones capped by shiny black cones over her nipples
and areolae.  On top she wore half a tail-coat - the back half - for, other
than fitting around her shoulders and upper arms, it had no front.

   Her legs were clad in crotch length black kid boots with 5-inch heels.
Matching gloves covered her arms and in her hand was a short plaited whip.
She had piled her hair up into an elaborate coiffure and made her face with
dark eye shadow and bright red lipstick.  To complete the ensemble, long
earrings dangled from her ears, sparkling hypnotically in the light as she
moved.

   She walked slowly past the guard of honour, head held high, her hips and
jutting breasts swaying sensuously.  She was aware that every eye in the
room was on her and was revelling in it.  As she passed each pair of girls,
they bowed their foreheads to the floor and thrust their bare bottoms up
into the air.  'Whoever thought this ceremony up was a genius,' Adam
thought with the small area of his mind that was still rational.

   Anne reached the dais, ascended and stood before the throne.  She
clapped her hands twice and the girls clambered to their feet and faced the
dais.

   "We are gathered tonight to undertake an Initiation Ceremony into the
Greenwood Secret Sex Society," she said in a formal voice.  "Are all
present who may reasonably be so?"

   "They are," said Jacqueline, equally formally.

   "They are," echoed one of the catsuited girls, whom Adam thought was
Celia.

   "And are there any here who should not be?"

   "There are not."

   "And have all preparations been made?  Are the whips supple, the ropes
taut and the shackles oiled?"

   "They are," said Barbara who had appeared silently at one end of the
dais.  She was dressed in a flame-red latex catsuit with ostentatious zips
with large pulls at crotch and breast and was carrying a long whip like a
buggy whip.

   "Do you all swear that the activities undertaken in this room and the
words that are spoken here shall be kept within these four walls and shall
not be reported, spoken of or hinted at to any person who is not an
initiate of the Society?"

   Jacqueline gestured urgently to Adam.  "We so swear," said the whole
company in unison, Adam barely managing to mumble out the words.

   "Then let the Ceremony commence." There was both a sense of relaxation
and heightened anticipation.  "Before we start," Anne continued in a more
conversational tone, "I have to say that tonight is rather special. 
Normally, as you know, girls are not initiated until the 3rd year. 
However, not just one but two of our current 2nd year have shown remarkable
promise and so, tonight, we are going to Initiate the youngest ever members
of the Society.  I'm sure you will make them feel very welcome."

   There was a ripple among the girls.  It was obvious they had no idea who
the Supplicants were.

   Anne straightened and looked formal again.  Barbara thumped a long
wooden staff on the floor three times.

   "Let the Supplicants be presented," she called in a loud voice.

   The doors opened for a third time and the Supplicants were escorted in
by Erica and three other senior girls.  Like Erica the escorts wore long
latex boots and nothing else except long cloaks of black satin with deep
hoods that hid their faces and were open at the front.

   The Supplicants looked very nervous.  They were swathed in white
gossamer from neck to toe; voluminous blouses and pantaloons caught tight
at wrist and ankle.  As they moved, the folds of the fabric hinted at
rather than revealed the nubile bodies beneath.  They had gold filigrees
around their heads, white leather collars and their feet were shod in white
high-heeled mules.  Their wrists were symbolically bound in front of them
and they were blindfolded.  The suggestion of new entrants to a sheik's
harem was unmistakable.

   The Inner Circle swivelled to form a corridor down which the supplicants
were led.  They were lined up in front of the dais with their escorts
behind them, heads bowed.  Behind them, the Inner Circle formed up in a
semi-circle.

   "Supplicants," said Anne in a sonorous voice.  "You stand before the
Inner Circle of the Greenwood Secret Sex Society.  You are here tonight
because you have shown an appetite and aptitude for sex and we believe you
are ready and worthy to become full members of the Society.  Membership of
the Society involves both responsibilities and privileges.  First and
foremost you will belong to the Society.  You will be bound by the rules of
the Society and will obey them to the letter.  Failure to do so will have
very serious consequences.  The first, and most important of these rules is
that you will never, under any circumstances, mention or even hint at the
existence of the Society and any of the activities that take place to
anyone who is not a member.  Is that clear?  I want no misunderstandings
later."

   She paused and looked at each of the Supplicants in turn.  Tricia and
Lola looked excited, Aimee apprehensive and Cat impassive as she always
did.

   The girls nodded.  "Yes Ms Henderson," they chorused.

   "Here I am not Ms Henderson, I am 'Mistress' as are all the other
Officers - Mistress or Master accordingly." Tricia stifled a nervous giggle
which Anne ignored.  "You will be expected to do whatever is asked of you
whenever you are asked by any of the Officers or Inner Circle.  Your bodies
will be used and abused.  You will have sex - lots of it.  You will be
fucked and spanked and licked and whipped.  You will be toyed with,
tormented and teased until you believe you can't take any more - but you
will.  And is so doing you will find places in yourselves you never knew
existed.  You will learn about your innermost desires and be forced to
confront your true selves.  As you grow and learn you will be given, in
turn, the same power over others as they have over you.  Are you prepared
to undergo such treatment?  I want you each to say clearly and in turn."

   And clearly and in turn the four replied that they were, indeed,
prepared to submit themselves to the whims of the Society.

   "Before you can be formally inducted, there are certain rites and trials
you must undego to prove you are worthy to be members.  Are you prepared to
do that?"

   Once again the four replied that they were although Aimee's voice was
decidedly shaky.

   "Then kneel before me and prepare yourselves for the ordeal."

   Encouraged by their escorts, the Supplicants knelt and were forced to
grovel, their foreheads on the floor, their arms outstretched and their
bottoms stuck high in the air.  The escorts bent and pulled the seats of
the pantaloons apart to expose the girls raised bottoms.  Barbara handed
Anne a flask.  Anne stepped down from the dais and moved behind the
Catherine.

   While Barbara stood with one booted foot resting lightly on the girl's
head and warning her not to move under any circumstances, Anne poured some
aromatic oil from the flask into the crack of Catherine's bottom.  She
intoned the words, "With this oil I anoint that part of Catherine's body
held most precious by the Society," as Barbara administered a sharp smack
on each cheek with a riding crop.  Cat screamed and jerked in shock and
pain very nearly stabbing herself on the long pointed heel of Barbara's
boot.

   "I told you to be still, silly girl," Barbara growled.

   Anne crouched thrust her hand between Cat's thighs and squeezed her cunt
tightly.  "I take possession of Catherine's womanhood.  Henceforth it is
the possession of the Society to be used by the members as they will." Cat
yowled and jerked again but, this time, remembered not to move her head. 
Barbara removed her foot and delivered two more stinging blows.  Cat
screamed again and slumped, sobbing.

   Anne and Barbara passed along the row repeating the ritual.  Tricia
managed to remain still and silent, only an indrawn hiss of breath
evidencing the pain that shot through her body.  Lola cried out and
wriggled her bottom and Aimee, her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles
were white, managed to restrain all but a whimper.

   Evaline then stepped up and presented Anne with a cushion on which lay
four small, dimpled vibrators.  Anne carefully inserted them into the
Supplicants cunts and turned them on.  The room was filled with an
insidious buzzing and moans and sighs from the Supplicants.

   Anne returned to stand in front of the dais and told the girls to kneel
up.  To each in turn she addressed two questions, "Do you understand the
conditions of joining this Society?" and, "Will you undertake to obey the
rules?" When the girl assented she made them repeat the oath.  "I dedicate
myself to the Society, body and soul.  I grant the members of the Inner
Circle, the Mistresses and Masters full and complete access to my body
whenever and wherever they desire.  I swear to protect the secrecy of the
Society, it's members and it's activities."

   Each girl gave the oath differently.  Tricia knelt straight, her
shoulders squared and her head high.  She spoke in a clear, eager voice. 
It was obvious she relished the prospect of joining in the fun.  Aimee, in
contrast was shy and hesitant, her voice barely above a whisper.  Adam
could see she was trembling and wondered if it was in fear of excitement
for her knew her to be a passionate little girl.  Catherine was almost
defiant.  She made the oath sound like a challenge.  Lola, by contrast,
seemed very nervous.  The dildo vibrating in her cunt and the residual pain
from Barbara's riding crop made her wriggle and twitch.

   At a sign the blindfolds were removed.  The Supplicants gasped in
astonishment and apprehension at the sight that met their eyes.  Adam could
appreciate their feelings.  The whole situation was affecting him
profoundly.  It was so overwhelming that he felt detached from reality - as
if her was taking part in someone else's erotic fantasy.  His cock was
straining at the posing pouch and his balls were beginning to ache.

   "It is time to greet your mistress," said Barbara, urging the girls
forward.

   They shuffled on their knees to where Anne stood, arms akimbo, feet
planted wide apart and hips thrust forward.  They were made to lean forward
and apply their mouths to her cunt.  Barbara egged them on with little taps
of her crop.

   "And now," declaimed Anne after the proper homage had been rendered,
"it's time for tonight's entertainment."

   A low murmur of approval greeted this announcement.

   Willing hands relieved the Supplicants of their clothes, about which
Adam was slightly disappointed for the gauzy outfits gave the girls an air
of exotic eroticism and he had rather been looking forward to penetrating
them still dressed in their pantaloons.  The vibrators were gently removed
and the girls led to a stout wooden partition.  There they were made to
stand with their backs to it while their hands were tied above their heads.
Leather cushions were slid behind their shoulders.  Ropes were affixed to
their ankles and, while two of the Inner Circle supported them, two others
pulled on the ropes, raising their legs until their feet were above their
heads and spread wide apart.  The ropes were then secured leaving the young
girls suspended with their bottoms hanging in mid-air and their genitals
fully exposed.  It was undignified, vulnerable, humiliating and not a
little uncomfortable - exactly what was intended.

   The Inner Circle collected paddles and marched past the girls in single
file, laying a smart blow on each exposed bottom as they passed.  The girls
squealed and yelled as the stinging blows rained down.  Suspended as they
were, they were unable to more then wriggle their bottoms to relieve the
stinging pain.  Barbara handed Adam and his colleagues long feathers with
which they tickled the outside of the girls cunts and their sensitive inner
thighs.  This new torment made the girls wriggle and twitch even more and
the cries were mixed with moans.

   Barbara and Anne then took short, thick leather straps and gently
smacked the girls thighs, bottoms and, occasionally, cunts.  The blows were
not severe but every inch of the sensitive skin was covered so that it
stung and throbbed.  The girls were completely helpless to prevent these
tortures and were sobbing, squealing and yelling.  Yet Adam noticed that,
despite their obvious discomfort, all four pussies were showing distinct
signs of arousal.  Their outer lips had parted and the pink interiors of
their cunts were visible.

   Next four of the Inner Circle crouched before them and applied their
tongues, lips and teeth to the constrained cunts.  They licked and sucked
assiduously, applying all the tricks and techniques they had learned.

   Tricia was the first.  She strained at her bonds, her muscles rigid, her
face a mask and cried out, "Oh, yes.  Yes." The girl attending to her
worked even harder, practically burying her mouth in Tricia's cunt as the
young girl came.  When, at last, Tricia slumped back, her partner rose, her
face covered in Tricia's juices and a broad smile.  Immediately another
stepped up and applied a paddle vigorously to Tricia's bottom.  Tricia
squealed like a stuck pig as the pain of this new assault fought with the
pleasure of the orgasm.

   The others were not far behind and all were accorded the same treatment.

   "It's going well," Anne murmured to Adam.  "I think we've got four
excellent new recruits here.  They're responding very nicely, don't you
think?"

   "They are indeed," groaned Adam.  "But if I don't get to fuck someone
soon, I'll go mad."

   "Men," said Anne disapprovingly.  "No restraint.  You'll get your chance
soon enough."

   The Inner Circle stepped forward again to apply a new torment.  One
gently applied a buzzing vibrator to the girls' genitals, running round and
over their outer lips and up and down the valley between their parted
bottom cheeks, while the other applied a rowel to the sensitised skin of
thighs and bottom.  Barbara watched approvingly, her arms folded across her
chest and a smile of satisfaction on her face as the Supplicants, moaned
and cried and squealed and wriggled under this twin assault.

   Surprisingly, it was Cat who succumbed first.  She gripped the ropes
supporting her wrists and tried to push herself out and away from the board
and impale herself on the vibrator which was teasing her inner labia.  Her
normally impassive face became a mask of lust from which emerged a low,
ululating moan like a cat on heat.

   "Mmm," said Anne, thoughtfully.  "I think we might have underestimated
that young lady."

   "My God," muttered Adam., the hairs on his arms standing as stiffly to
attention as his cock.

   At a sign from Anne, the Inner Circle ceased their delicate
ministrations and stood back.

   "Right, Adam, this is your moment," said Anne.  "Oh, and I want you to
cum in each of them."

   He looked at her askance but she only smiled and said, "Trust me."

   Fully aware that all eyes were upon him, he stepped into the light and
paused, making sure all the Supplicants could see the erection that
strained at his posing pouch.  They hung there, four young girls open and
exposed: their cunts, willing or not, waiting to be plundered, ravished,
taken.  Up until now he had not appreciated the symbolism of the position
Anne had placed the girls in.  But suddenly it hit him like a hammer blow:
it was one thing having a willing girl lie or kneel and spread herself to
receive him, it was quite another to have four girls, completely helpless,
unable to move or resist, the gashes of their young cunts, some barely
covered with downy hair, spread wide open to receive the blessings of his
manhood.  The thought made him dizzy.
Slowly he untied the strings and pulled the pouch off.  He hefted his
cock in one hand and passed his gaze from girl to girl, giving each a look
to say 'this is all for you'.  They met his gaze with looks of lust mingled

with trepidation.  In Tricia's and Cat's eyes a hunger burned.

   He swivelled slowly to let his audience see and admire the weapon that
he was about to unleash upon his victims.  Although they had all seen it
before, indeed most of them had touched it, sucked it and fucked it, the
solemnity of the occasion somehow magnified it into a mighty and majestic
organ, the epitome of all manhood, and they gave a collective sigh,
imagining, no doubt, what it would be like to have this formidable prick
penetrate them.  He completed his circuit and turned his attention to the
girls dangling before him.  For a moment he considered in which order he
should take them.  He decided on Aimee first and Tricia last with Lola and
Cat in between.  With measured steps he approached Aimee.  The little girl
was trembling with a mixture of lust and fear.  Her bottom burned, her cunt
itched and there was a deep, desperate need inside her to have this hard,
hot cock buried deep inside her.  The feeling was so intense it scared her.

   "Are you ready?" he asked.

   She nodded mutely, her eyes pleading.

   He lifted his cock, brought it to the open entrance of her cunt and
pushed gently.  The purple glans parted the folds of her inner lips and
sought the entrance to her vagina.  She let out a keening wail as she felt
it push into her.  The audience released another collective sigh as they,
too, felt that entry.  Aimee's fellow victims were unable to see and could
only listen in anticipation and trepidation as he slowly embedded himself
in the little teenager's hot, tight cunt.  When he was fully in, his pubic
hairs pressing against her almost bare cunt, he paused.  The girl, whose
eyes had been closed as he breached her, opened her eyes and met his
smiling gaze.  She gave a tremulous smile back.

   "Yes, sir.  Please do it," she whispered.  "I need it so badly."

   Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he slowly withdrew until only the tip
was still engaged then thrust forwards again.  With a sense of unstoppable,
ponderous power that a steam train has as it pulls away from a station, he
slowly began to build up speed.  He clasped the fronts of her slender
thighs, pulling her tightly to him so he could thrust his cock that extra
fraction of an inch deeper into her.  Unable to move, the young girl must
passively accept his assault.  From the look on her face and the gnawing of
her lower lip, she is hardly suffering - quite the reverse.  He slid one
hand down a thigh and sought her clitoris which he teased with one finger.
The effect was immediate and electric.  A red flush spread over her skin
and she let out a long low moan.  Then her body began to convulse as she
was hit by a massive orgasm.  Her muscles contracted around his cock making
her already tight passage even tighter.  With a mighty groan, he jabbed
furiously at the back of her cunt and unloaded what felt like a gallon of
cum deep inside her.

   He stayed, panting, until his heart slowed its pounding and his
breathing became more normal.  Mindful of his duty to the other girls, he
withdrew and was rewarded with a small, keening sigh of disappointment.  To
his astonishment he was as hard as when he had started.

   Eagerly he moved to the next girl.  "Are you ready, Lola?"

   Lola nodded but her nod was much more hesitant.  He felt that she was,
perhaps, not so robust as the others, lacking their appetite for sensation.

   He smiled at her reassuringly.  "I'll be gentle, don't worry,"

   She gave a little smile of gratitude.  Carefully, he inserted his cock,
still sticky with Aimee's juices and his cum, into her small, blonde cunt.
She closed her eyes as she felt him enter and kept them closed.  Whether
this was from fear or the better to concentrate on the sensations of being
fucked, he did not know.  He started more slowly, making sure she was
comfortable before he finally began to increase speed.  Despite her initial
trepidation, Lola began to respond and soon her head was twisting from side
to side and she was giving little animal grunts in time to his pounding.

   Although she was pleasantly tight, he did not find fucking her quite as
exciting as Aimee.  Still, he knew he had to make this special and took
care to treat her exactly as her had Aimee.  As with Aimee, he sought her
clitoris and used his fingers to speed up her climax.  She came quietly,
flooding his cock with a prolonged sigh.  As soon as she had, he speeded up
his thrusting until he emptied his balls into her.  He was pleasantly
surprised when the sensation of feeling his sperm jet into her caused her
to cum a second time.

   She gave him a tremulous smile and a whispered, "Thank you," as he
withdrew.

   He smiled back at her.  "Thank you, Lola."

   Cat was next.  She watched his approach from dark hooded eyes that
burned hot and bright.  Her normally disdainful expression had been
replaced by something feral.  She tried to spread her thighs even wider,
eager to feel him inside her.  She had a particularly attractive cunt
covered with soft, dark curls.  The outer lips had folded back to reveal
dark pink inner lips between which protruded the nub of her clitoris.  He
resisted the temptation to pay oral homage to this delectable cunt.

   "Please.  Do not delay." Her voice was practically a growl.  "I burn.  I
hunger."

   "I don't intend to delay," he replied.

   Still more than somewhat surprised that his cock was still hard, he
brought its sticky length to the entrance of her cunt and leant forward,
driving it fully into her in one long push.

   "Ohhh, yessss," she hissed.  "Now hard.  Do me hard." Without further
ceremony, he grasped the fronts of her thighs tightly and began to ram in
and out of her, his hips slapping against her bottom and thighs, his balls
swinging forward to bounce against her ass crack.  She began to moan and
wail.  She gripped the ropes holding her wrists and tried to move with him,
milking every scrap of sensation from his pounding cock.  Her cunt was like
a volcano.  Its heat seeped into his cock and spread to his balls.  Behind
him he was dimly aware of the crack of riding crop on flesh and the sharp
cries of pain as Barbara and Anne tried to prevent wandering hands seeking
out throbbing cunts.  The audience was to be kept in a state of erotic
anticipation.

   It was too intense to last long.  From Cat's throat emerged the same cry
she had given earlier.  Her body went rigid and her cut clamped down on his
cock so hard he was unable to move.  He didn't need to.  Her cry undid him.
A shiver went down his spine, his balls contracted and his cum spurted deep
into her body.  With a final shudder, she relaxed and he was able to
withdraw.  She gave him a crooked smile.

   "Perhaps, again, sir?"

   He studied her for a moment.  Tonight she had shown depths of passion he
had not expected.  "Very soon," he promised sincerely.  "We'll do this
again very soon."

   He was starting to feel a bit strange.  Despite having cum three times
in quick succession, he was still hard.  But each fuck had been so
different and so intense in their separate ways that he was feeling
drained. His cock was beginning to ache, as were his balls.  He wondered
how much longer he could last - and there was still Tricia to do.  Dear
little Tricia, he must make a special effort for her.  Squaring his
shoulders he moved towards her.

   "At last," she whispered.  "I thought you'd never get here."

   "But I'm here now.  Saving the best till last."

   He looked at her hanging there, her blonde hair damp with sweat and
hanging loosely.  Her impish good looks were overlaid with tiredness and he
suddenly realised what an ordeal this must be for these young girls.

   "Are you ready?" he asked.

   She nodded.  "I'm always ready."

   He smiled.  "You are, too."

   Taking his time, he inserted his tired cock into her sweet cunt.

   "Oh," she murmured, "I do like you inside me."

   Slowly and lovingly, he began to fuck her.  For, truth to tell, he liked
being inside her as much as she liked him being there.  There was something
about her - about the way she gave herself so completely, so
enthusiastically - that made fucking her very special.  He stroked
lovingly, building up speed slowly, making sure she was with him.  Soon she
was gasping and panting, feeling his cock move deep inside her and adoring
every moment of it.  Her body began to respond.  She felt the heat start to
rise.

   "Oh, yes.  Yes," she gasped.

   He moved faster, knowing she was getting close.  His hand sought her
clitoris and gently teased and aroused it.  The heat spread right through
her until she could take no more.  Her body tensed, her muscles spasmed and
the delightful, tingling euphoria that started in her cunt and spread to
fill every corner of her body.  It didn't matter that she hung suspended
from a hard wooden board, 'her man', as she thought of him, had made her
cum.  She was in heaven.

   At last he was done.  All four Supplicants had been initiated into the
Secret Society.  Their ordeal was over - at least for the time being. 
Excited and sympathetic hands released them from their bonds and half
carried, half assisted to divans where they were tended to an fussed over.
Each of the helpers vividly recalling her own initiation ceremony. 
Refreshments were brought and a festive air settled over the group.  A
festive air tinged with erotic anticipation for the Inner Circle knew that
the night was not yet over and they still had their part to play in the
proceedings.  Finally Anne clapped her hands for attention and waited until
the buzz of conversation had died away.

   "Fellow initiates I think we can say that our newest members have passed
their initiation with much credit and I'm sure they will be loved and
cherished in the months and years to come." There were murmurs and cries of
agreement.  She turned to the girls.  "This group of depraved young women
have treated you cruelly and mercilessly.  It is only fair that they
receive some punishment in return.  You may relax and enjoy the show."

   At a command from Barbara, the Inner Circle lined up and bent over. 
Bare bottoms taut framed by stretched latex.  Barbara produced long whip
like circus ringmaster's and proceeded to whip exposed bottoms.  The thong
of the whip whistled through the air and cracked sharply against tense skin
of the bent over girls and the room was quickly filled with cries and
wails. Anne pulled Adam to his feet.

   "I know it's not very dignified," she said, "but I want your wonderful
cock now."

   Adam, to his astonishment, was still hard.  The sounds of the whip
cracking on taut flesh and the wails of the girls were making him very
excited.  They were obviously exciting Anne, too, for she had removed the
cones from the tips of her breasts where her nipples stood out like small
thumbs.  Unable to resist, he rolled them between thumb and forefinger. 
She slapped his hands away.

   "No messing.  Just screw me," she said, reaching between her legs to
unclip the teddy.

   She leant on the arm of the throne, dipping her back to offer him her
bottom and smiled enticingly over her shoulder at him.  How could he refuse
such an invitation?  He hefted his still-hard cock and slid it in to her,
finding, not surprisingly, that she was more than ready.  He pushed in
until he is pressed up against her bottom - how he loved the feeling of her
firm yet elastic globes.  She started to milk him, squeezing her buttocks
and massaging his cock with vaginal muscles.  He reached round and cupped
her breasts - breasts too big to hold in one hand - and fondled and weighed
them as he fucked her energetically.  Before long she began to gasp and
moan as her orgasm approaches, carried away by the sight of her girls being
whipped and the feeling of being stuffed full of cock.

   Barbara had decided that she had had enough fun with the whip and the
girls were allowed to stand.  They straightened, wincing, rubbing their
sore bottoms and examining their neighbour's red stripes.  Jacqueline
handed round tubes of soothing cream which they applied gently to each
other's bottoms.  In the meantime, Marcia and Evaline had dragged large mat
into the middle of the floor.  The Inner Circle were made to lie in a
circle, each girls with her face at the next one's crotch.  At a signal,
they were told to apply their mouths to the cunt in front of them.  There
will be two prizes; one for the girl who cums the most and one for the one
who can hold out the longest.  The girls set to work with a will, each
determined to make other cum before she does.

   "She's a wicked woman," Anne chuckled.  "They're so hot after watching
you that they won't last two minutes." She leant into the crook of Adam's
arm and smiled up at him.  "What say we take our leave and take a couple of
toys with us?" She nodded at the divan where the new initiates were
slumped.

   "Now that seems like a good idea," he murmured.  "Although I'm so
shagged out, literally, that I doubt I'll be good for much."

   "Mmm.  How much of that drink Jacqueline gave you did you drink?"

   "All of it."

   "Oh, goody.  Then you'll be fine for another hour or so."

   Aimee and Lola had fallen asleep, curled up on one of the divans. 
Tricia and Cat were cuddled together, watching the proceedings with round
eyes and idly playing with each other's pubes.

   "Would you two like to come with us?" Anne asked.

   They looked up at the pair and nodded.  Taking a hand each, Anne and
Adam led the girls back to Anne's apartment where showered with lots of
soapy fondling and fell into Anne's bed.  It was a couple of hours later,
after Adam had managed to fuck them all again, that his cock finally wilted
and he fell instantly asleep and did not awaken until late the following
day.