Ceremony

 

    She struggled to remember, to grasp some glimpse of where she
had
been. She recalled only vaguely the events that lead her here...
    She remembered the party... the odd party. Her new lover, had
mentioned it to her, and said that his attendance was manditory, but
he had not invited her, or suggested even that she consider it
possible. She remembered the flash of panic that had flowed through
her at that moment, when she realized that he was going somewhere
without her. Somewhere fun.
    They had only met the month before, but since that time, he
had opened
to her a whole new world of sensuality and lust that she had never
before dreamed existed. When he gently moulded and moved her naked
body into some wondrous new position and teased and toyed with it, she
felt her whole flesh scream with life and joy and such sensations as
she could only imagine before he had come into her life. And when he
lay atop her, his hard manhood slid firmly into her, he would gaze
down into her eyes as his hands roamed across her flesh, pausing to
pinch or tickle or stroke her, as if he was testing her, seeking to
find what her limits of lust might be, or whether she had any limits
at all. And she welcomed everything he did to her; to her body and her
mind and her soul. She was truly alive in his arms and impaled upon
him.
    But then he had mentioned the party, and it seemed to her that
he was
not going to ask her to go with him. So she had suggested that she
would adore attending it in his company. And he had hesitated,
muttering something about not being sure whether or not she was ready
yet. And though she did not understand him, still she pressed on with
her request that he allow her to attend. And finally he had relented,
though perhaps a bit sadly.

    Then it was the evening of the affair, and she had answered
her door
to find him standing there, dressed in white, silken, blousy shirt
with ruffles at the collar and cuffs, and black pants so snug they
reminded her of tights. A pair of hip length leather boots covered his
legs and she was momentarily taken aback, not realizing that this was
to be some sort of costume affair. But he had smiled warmly at her and
told her not to worry, and taken her hand and they had gone.
    Arriving at the large, almost mansion-like house far out into
the
country, they were greeted at the door by a tall, handsome man wearing
the robes and cowl of a Monk, who had ushered them inside to where the
party was already humming away. As she had scanned the room, she saw
an amazing sight. There were a number of handsome men, all dressed as
if they had just stepped from some Rennaisance court, decked in a
variety of tunics and gerkins and boots of all sorts. But what
surprised her most was the appearance of the women... Their attire
followed no set pattern. Some wore draped, flowing dresses, which
might have perfectly suited a Medivel barmaid, others were clad in
skin tight bodysuits which accentuated the curves of their hips and
the small, tight knots of their nipples beneath the fabric, as though
they had just come from some science fiction fantasy. Still others
wore little more than a whisp of cloth to cover their most intimate
flesh and one women was even completely naked, sporting only a pair of
wide leather wrist cuffs, joined loosely by a length of chair. But
what she had noticed after a few moments was the fact that each of the
women bore an identical collar around their necks... a thick, soft
leather band that seemed to buckle tightly in the back and had a
small, oddly shaped tag dangling from the front, like the lisence a
dog might sport. But she was either to shy or too polite, she told
herself, to ask about it and the idea soon faded from her mind.
    For a long while she had laughed and talked and joked with
these
strangers, and although she began to quickly feel at ease, she could
not help but sense that, when they though her attention was elsewhere,
they were all turning to stare at her, and perhaps whisper excitedly
together, their attention fixed firmly on her. After several glasses
of very fine champagne, she realized she was growing light-headed and
decided to seek a little momentary quiet.
    She strolled casually around the house and suddenly found
herself
pushing through a doorway and into a large, gleeming kitchen. The only
other person in this spacious room was the Monk, who was casually
arranging a tray with small tidbits on it. He looked up at her and
smiled, and she returned it, graciously. They fell to chatting and it
was so off-handed that she really could not remember what, if
anything, had actually been said. At last, the Monk smiled at her,
turned and retrieved a tall, dusty bottle from a cabinet, uncorking it
and pouring a small amount of a dark, rich, red liquid into a fluted
glass and handing it to her.
    She took it, gave him a silent smile in thanks and raised it
to her
lips, sipping it lightly. She was startled at how sweet and tangy it
was, the faint hint of honey and lemon wafting over it's surface.
Quickly she upended the glass and drained it, setting it down on the
counter with a sigh.
    She thanked him and turned to re-enter the party.
    She had wandered around for a long moment, nodding and smiling
at
those she had met and those who were still strangers to her, and
slowly she began to realize that she was becoming extremely
light-headed. She was finding her focus beginning to drift, and,
oddest of all, she could feel the first stirrings of a low tingling
deep inside her, and when she took a further step, she realized that
she was growing wet. This surprised her, since only her lover had
managed to instill these feelings in her lately. And now they simply
seemed to be happening, spontaniously.
    Suddenly, she was very, very tired and felt her eyelids begin
to
droop. She glanced around and noticed a plush sofa across the room, so
she turned and tried to focus, moving in that direction. Before she
had taken very many steps, she could feel her eyes sliding closed and
just before everything faded to a distant memory, she could see that
everyone seemed to have fallen silent, and was turned to watch her
with intense, sometimes blazing eyes. Then her lids slid shut and she
was gone.

    She felt, rather than saw, her next awakening. As if reluctant
to
release her, the cool sleep held her hand, holding her within the
confines of it's territory, as she tried to focus on the odd
sensations that even now were slowly sinking into her from whatever
distant place her body still occupied.
    She could feel herself being lifted, raised upright until her
feet
were planted solidly and hands under her arms kept her from sinking
down. Then she felt her arms being drawn back behind her, her wrists
being crossed and something cool and soft wrapping around them,
pinning them in place. And just as she was about to abandon herself to
sleep once more, she sensed someone approaching and then, suddenly,
the acrid stench of ammonia wafting into her nose, hitting her brain
and jerking it back from it's drifting reverie.
    She opened her eyes and blinked. And then the full range of
her
sensations came flashing though her, startlingly. She was bound, not
only with her hands firmly trapped behind her back, but she could feel
lengths of rope tied snugly to her elbows and around her breasts,
immobilizing her entire arms. And she realized even before she glanced
down at herself, that the ropes continued across her chest, in a
clever pattern that wrapped and tightly held her large breasts... And
she realized that they were naked, and then her eyes noticed the
large, gleaming metal clamps that gripped her erect nipples, a moment
before the dull throbbing of the devices rolled through her chest.
    When she moaned, she realized for the first time that her
mouth was
gagged, a large ball of some kind pressed firmly between her teeth and
it's attached cord running around her head and firmly secured behind
her neck.
    She felt herself begin to sag, and the hands under her arms
supported
her, keeping her steady on her feet. She leaned forward and her
downward glance showed her that she was virtually naked, wearing only
high, tight stockings and high-heeled shoes. She saw an arm extended
toward her, the hand coming up toward her face and again smelled the
acrid stinging in her nostrils. Her entire body jerked upwards as if
to escape the horrible smell and she was fully awake now, and the
first dull aches in various places began to rush into her mind. But
before she could take a proper accounting of them, a gentle hand
gripped her jaw and turned her gaze outwards, in front of herself.
    Before her stook one of the women from the party... the one
who had
been dressed as a serving maid, though now she was fully adorned in a
garment that gripped her soft curves and seemed to be made out of
rubber or vinyl of some kind, including a pair of elbow length gloves.
The woman smiled at her and now that she was sure she was being
regarded, allowed the hand to slide slowly along her cheek as she
spoke in a low, almost soothing voice.
    "There you are, my dear. Back with us again. How nice. My name
is
Lisa, and I am your attendant for the ceremony."
    She could feel her brows furrowing in confusion. What
ceremony, she
wondered. What in God's name was going on here? Who was this person
and what was this insane position she found herself in all about? The
woman seemed to sense her confusion and smiled at her, a combination
of soothing and wicked playfulness.
    "Don't be alarmed, my dear. You won't be harmed in any way.
But, since
you attended our little... gathering for the first time, you obviously
have a strong desire to participate in our particular lifestyle. And
in order to do that, you must go through the ceremony, as we all have.
And once you've done that, then you get to play with us whenever you
like. But come along now. It's time we were starting."
    The woman turned and moved away toward the large double doors
in the
middle of the wall which she could now see was something like a
library or gentlemen's den. She turned quickly to glance at her sides
and saw that two of the other women from the party were now holding
her firmly under each arm, and smiling wickedly at her. She began to
feel a bit of panic, completely unaware of what might happen to her
now.
    The woman to her left was a tall blond, very strong and she
too was
attired in the strange yet, she had to admit, provocative garments as
the woman who identified herself as Lisa. This woman smiled down at
her for a long moment, then released one hand from her arm and reached
down between her legs. An instant later, she felt the startling
tremble of something deep inside her... The object was not large,
barely occupying more space than her thumb, but it was deep inside her
sex, and it's constant, pulsing rhythm would slowly drive her mad, she
was sure.
    The women who identified herself as Lisa reached the doors and
opened
them wide, revealing a darkened room beyond lit here and there by
small, flickering candles, and the women who flanked her began to ease
her forward. At first, she attempted to resist, to hold back, but the
tall blond merely reached out and took the chain which dangled between
the clamps on her nipples lightly in her fingers and gave it a gentle
steady tug, like signalling a dog on a leash. The waves of pinching
sensation boiled through her breasts and deep into her, meeting with
and swirling into the steady vibrations from within her sex and she
heard herself moan as resistance fled from her.
    She took a tentative step forward, and then another, and
before the
trio had reached the now open doors, they had achieved a slow, almost
stately pace.
    And then they were through the door, and into the darkness of
the room
beyond. Behind them, Lisa closed the doors and a deep gloom surrounded
her. The women on either side of her leaned in and gently kissed her
cheeks, then stepped away and faded into the shadows, leaving her
standing alone, swaying slightly, struggling to concentrate. She made
every effort to remain absolutely still, lest the ripples of
sensations that now were assaulting her throbbing body from her
pinioned arms, her pulsing sex and dully throbbing nipples distract
her into a sweet insanity and keep her from figuring out just what was
happening to her.
    Slowly her eyes began to adjust to the dimness and shapes
began to
swirl into sharper form... She realized that the room was quite large,
the ceiling very high, and the candles were placed almost randomly
around the space on stands of various heights. And in between the
stands, she began to make out shapes... the shapes of human bodies,
their flesh catching a faint glow from the candles... all of them
stripped down to their skin, save for a few here and there who were
clad only in small whisps of cloth other their genitals. But all
attention in the room was focused upon her, of that she was certain.
    Lisa stepped up from the shadows and stood face to face with
her,
smiling wickedly at her for a long moment, before reaching out and
lightly running the tips of her long-nailed fingers slowly across the
naked skin of her stomach, sending tickling ripples deep into her and
causing her body to flinch slightly, as if to attempt escape from the
delicious torment. A long, low moan boiled from her throat and Lisa's
smile increased, displaying a wanton satisfaction. She let her
fingertips trail slowly down into the hair above her sex and a single
finger slid softly between the lips, and brushed down, cresting the
tight, throbbing clit and tracing the swell of her nether lips all the
way to the bottom. They were slick now with her excitement and as the
carress sank into her she moaned again, louder this time.
    Lisa withdrew her finger, and raised it to her lips, her
tongue
extending and slowly licking the fluid from it, like a cook sampling a
carefully prepared dish. Lisa gave a quiet, appreciative groan and
turned to face the people hidden in the shadows.

    "Masters, little ones, honored guests. We meet tonight, to
once again
conduct our solemn ceremony of induction. There is here, before us, a
female who will soon become one of our number... who will taste the
agony and sweetness of our attentions and become one with us in our
honored quest for the perfection of pleasure. She is offered to us and
we accept her..."
    Lisa paused for a long dramatic moment, and when she continued
her
voice was dark and ominous.
    "But... we also have a punishment to meet out. He who has
brought her
to us, has done so in violation of our strictest rules. For he chose
her hastily, and allowed himself to be swayed and wooed by his
affection for her, though they are only newly acquainted, and without
testing her worthiness to become a part of our ensemble. He allowed
himself to let her influence him, to let her coax him into including
her in our activities. And in doing so, he has demonstrated that
weakness which we can not allow in anyone of our number who would call
himself a Master. Therefore, he must be punished, and made to see what
the true nature of our lives her are all about... and he must do so
from the other side of the equation. Behold, august friends, the fate
of a fallen master..."

    Lisa turned toward a distant corner, and slowly a dull light
from
somewhere overhead began to rise, revealing a pool of illumination in
the blackness. There he was, his body stripped naked and lashed firmly
down onto some sort of intricate device of gleaming metal pipes and
thick dark foam pads. He was, essentially, on his back, his arms
spread wide and held in place against a padded support at the wrists,
palms upwards, with additional bindings at his elbows and shoulders.
His torso was strapped tightly to a small padded table, and his legs
were stretched upwards and held wide apart by wires that ran from the
thick ankle cuffs up into the darkness. Around his forehead was a
tight band of some kind which pulled it downwards and back, so that
his head was dangling, upsidedown. His jaw was distended by the huge
spherical gag that circled his head and jutting from it was a large,
realistic looking phallus. She could see that his nipples too were
clamped, the connecting chain held up by another thin wire that
disappeared above into the darkness and pulled at him, stretching his
flesh slightly. And she could see his cock, hard and erect, it's base
gripped by a tight ring to which was attached a small device of some
kind. He was utterly helpless and when his eyes fell on her own she
could see in them that he was undergoing a wash of strange sensations,
part of his mind lost in confusion, part overwhelmed by the intense
physical sensations that were coursing through his body. The sight of
him, her lover, so helpless, so vulnerable, caused her to moan once
more, but at the same moment her body responded with a delicious
tingle and more moisture leaked from her sex. She felt her inner walls
grip the invading device and fresh tingles spread through her, causing
her knees to weaken and her clit to ripple with longing.
    She watched, fascinated, as two women stepped into the pool of
light
near his bound body, each bearing a lit candle. They stood on either
side of him, and slowly raised the candles until they were over his
torso. Then, slowly, they tipped them and she could hear the light
patter of the hot wax as it struck his flesh. His entire body twitched
with the shock and a low moan rolled from his throat, but she could
see his cock was stirring now, pulsing in the air, hungry and
untouched.
    The women languidly waved the candles above him, causing a
pattern of
hot wax droplets to splash on his skin, sending new shivers and moans
through him. And then she could hear him quietly beginning to whimper,
with a mix of pleading and deep, unfulfilled lust. As one of the women
continued to lightly drip wax upon his torso, now carefully seaching
for untouched places on his skin, the other blew out her candle and
turned away, placing it out of the pool of light. When she turned
back, she held in her hand a small whip with many streamers, and
slowly, but firmly, she began to swing it in a light arc, allowing the
streamers to slap against his torso with a dull snap. His body jerked
heavily with each blow, and though she could see that they were not
hard strokes, they were nevertheless sending new waves of sensation
through his flesh which he was unable to ignore or resist.
    Even as this new torment was begun yet a third woman stepped
into the
pool of light, and the sight of this one caused her eyes to widen. Not
only was this one naked, but around her waist and firmly strapped to
her and jutting out from her hips was a phallus, long and thin. She
moved with a slow, almost stately grace around behind him and took a
place between his raised and spread legs, and reached up with long,
delicate fingers to begin lightly stroking the skin on the insides of
his thighs.
    He was whimpering now, and his eyes revealed a desperation for
some
sort of release from this assualt. And as she watched his abuse and
torment, she could feel her own body beginning to respond, the
stirrings of her own release tingling and building deep inside her.
But as she felt her own breath begin to shorten, her body begin to
tense, she suddenly was surrounded by naked men who pressed close,
their flesh brushing against her own, their bodies swaying in a slow
rhythm. The feel and scent of them pummelled her mind and caused her
release to flash for an instant and then retreat from her, leaving her
overwhelmed by these additional sensations. Then the hands were upon
her, lightly stroking every part of her flesh, but particularly
cautious to avoid her breasts and her sex... running down her legs,
lightly carressing her bound arms... tickling over her neck and up her
cheeks... a fingertip barely brushing her ear, tracing the ridges...
hard, strong fingernails lightly raking down her back and across her
stomach... stimulating every part of her except those that would allow
her release. And inside her the little object pulsed and her pinched
nipples sent fresh waves of throbbing through her... and it seemed as
if this delicious torment would go on forever, and she would be held
here, suspended on the edge of release for all time, her sex now a
steady fountain of fluid that oozed from her and rolled down her legs,
soaking the stockings and dripping on the floor between her trembling
feet.
    She managed to focus her attention on him once more, as if to
tear her
mind from her own torment, and saw now that the woman behind him was
watching her intensely over the separating distance, waiting for just
this moment. She saw the woman smile broadly, an evil smile, and one
of her thigh carressing hands left his leg and disappeared from view
at her own crotch. She saw his eyes widen with shock and then the
womans' hand appeared once more, both her hands now reaching around to
grip the front of his thighs as if for leverage, before she closed her
eyes and pushed forward with her hips. Behind his elaborate gag, he
screamed as his body was penetrated, and his cock trembled wildly in
the air. The woman slowly opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on her,
and then with deliberate slowness, began to rock her hips back and
forth, as if in some tight, controlled dance.
    He was sobbing now, his body overwhelmed by the rush of
sensations
from every portion... his torso stunned with the steady hot assault of
the wax, the light rhythmic slaps of the whip, the pulling of his
nipples and the invasion of his body by the phallus. But like her, he
was being denied release and his mind was tumbled with a cascade of
thoughts rocketing up from his flesh and bursting against his reason.
    Then she saw yet another woman step into the pool of light,
this time
at his head, and stop to look down at him for a long moment, her own
hand nestled firmly between her naked legs, her fingers curling and
uncurling slowly inside her as she stroked herself deeply. She saw his
eyes flick to her, imploringly, but she seemed not to notice. This
last tormenter merely turned slowly and planted herself before him,
facing away, carefully spreading her legs, before bending over and
reaching between them to take the phallus attached to the gag firmly
in her grasp and guide it to her now moist and ready opening. Then she
sighed with the first contact and leaned slowly back against it,
impaling herself upon it, all the way to the hilt. And her hips too
began to roll, letting the penetrating phallus stroke her deeply
inside.
    Now he was no more than a device of pleasure for these women,
this
quartet of skilled harpies. And she watched as his cock shuddered
wildly in the air, hopeless and desparate.
    Suddenly she felt the hands upon her own flesh arrive at her
knees,
and under her arms and press against her back and she felt herself
being lifted, her feet leaving the floor, her weight sinking back to
rest prone in many strong arms. And then she felt herself being
carried, and realized that she was being moved toward his prone and
helpless body. She was too weak to struggle, and could only absorb the
sensation of weightlessness as she was carefully lifted over him,
slowly swung around and her legs were spread, until she found herself
above him, her thighs straddling him and his dark and now threatening
looking cock positioned between her limbs. The hands then carefully
began to lower her, and she could feel the head of his cock as it slid
easily between the dripping lips of her sex and sank into her, filling
her. She moaned heavily, feeling her climax gathering once more, but
then, as her weight settled fully upon him and she felt the cocktip
press against the top of her sex, deep inside, the hands upon her
pressed her down, hard, pinning her there and preventing her from
moving, from drawing out that release. She moaned heavily and her
longing rolled through her, trapped just beneath the surface of
escape. Behind her she could feel the slow, rhythmic motion of the
woman who continued to fuck her lovers' ass with the invading phallus,
and before her she could see the back and open sex of the woman who
was slowly fucking herself on the phallus that jutted from the gag
attached to his face, and she knew that she too was being used as an
intrument of his punishment, and the most painful one of all, for she
was being held motionless upon his raging cock and forced to deny them
both the release they desparately needed now.
    She only vaguely sensed the hands that quickly took her ankles
and
attached the cuff to them, pulling them tightly down and linking them
together under his body, leaving her upon him as if riding a stallion
bareback... and the other hands that wrapped the belt around her waist
and attached it with strong wires to the hooks at the sides of the
padded platform, utterly denying her motion. She only became fully
aware once more when she felt the chain between the clamps that
pinched her nipples was carefully lifted and drawn upwards, now
steadily pulling at her, as it too was attached to some suspended wire
overhead. Then all the hands were gone, and she was left there,
trapped and pinned to him, his cock deep inside her, her body wrapped
around his and perfectly immobile, her nipples stretched and
tormented, seeing the droplets of wax splash against the skin of his
stomach, watching the steady flap of the whip against the now
reddening skin of his chest, feeling the slow steady rhythm of the
woman behind her fucking her lovers' ass, seeing the woman before her,
fucking his face, and she unable to move to fuck his cock.
    She was only vaguely aware of the boiling little invader
inside her
now, that throbbed against her and the cock that filled her. She could
feel the cock trembling within her flesh as if sobbing, and the steady
flow of her own moisture rolling out of her now spread and penetrated
sex and coating him. And then she sensed Lisa step up beside her and
lean over, whispering into her ear..
    "Welcome, little one"...
    And then a hand somewhere behind and beneath her, and the snap
of a
switch and the box attached to her lovers' cock roared to life,
turning his member into a pulsing, electric, vibrator of flesh inside
her. Tiny, sharp jolts shot into her pinned body and suddenly her sex
exploded in a firey cascade of cumming, waves of it rolling out and
splashing against every muscle, every centimeter of her skin. And as
soon as the first throb began to subside, another jolt deep inside her
caused her sex to burst again, stronger now than before...
    ...and as the third wave rushed through her, she began to
scream
behind her gag, and somewhere far away she could hear him screaming
behind his own, and deep inside her she felt his cock pulse and twitch
and then the searing splash of his cum shot into her, filling her to
overflowing and dripping down their pinned bodies and again, she came
in answer, her mind now torn and tossed into the void of her body's
sensations...
    ...and over and over she came, and inside her, she felt his
body well
and spew into her hotly... until there was nothing left but the waves
of cumming...
    ...and as her mind retreated toward the blackness of escape,
she felt
her torso falling back, and as she came yet again, the clamps upon her
nipples pulled free, sending a final tormenting scream of feelings
into her chest that smashed against the waves rising from her sex and
she erupted in a ball of heavenly fire beyond anything she could ever
have imagined... and as the hands of the woman behind her pressed
against her back, holding her up, she felt the last of her mind ripped
free, and she was floating, a mere shell of tingling flesh... as she
slipped into the blackness of mindless, perfect, pure fulfillment...
    ..."Welcome, little one..."