CHELSEA’S   F. N. P.C.

By Charles E. Campbell

CHAPTER 1

THE NEW INITIATE

This is, of course, a work of fiction, from my mind only, no inferences should be drawn to real people or places. It was written, and is posted here, solely for the enjoyment of the reader.

    Chelsea Waverley was a stunning girl. Sixteen. 5' 6". Long straight sun toned honey golden hair. 105 pounds. Full thick pouting lips. Her 32C chest always enshrouded in some delicious Victoria’s Secret push up demi- bra, underneath a skin tight sleeveless scoop neck T. Form fitting Levi’s always accentuated her firm taut butt. In short, a natural beauty. No make needed, or used, here. Popular. Head Cheerleader, Honor Society, Swim Team Co-Captain, Drama Club, Chorus, Junior Prom Committee, and Vice President of the Junior Class at Sachem West High School. Not pretentious. Not pompous or an arrogant snob. Just.......charismatic! The ideal kid. Adored by the faculty, envied by the girls, lusted after by the boys.

    She had a steady boyfriend. Jeff Meacham. A running back on the school Varsity football team. She kept him perpetually dangling on a string. Sure, they’d made out in his car after a movie, or a dance. And a few times she had even let him cop a feel when she was feeling particularly generous, but that was it. And it wasn’t as if she was “saving herself” for her wedding night or anything as cliched as that. Nope. She held back just to control Jeff. Make him so her bidding. Always hoping that he might get lucky and score. In the mean time, Jeff drove her every where. He paid for her movie tickets, bought her popcorn and soda, and anything else she wanted. She had the best of it all.

   Chelsea had a group of four girls. We were inseparable. We all shared a common bond that welded us tightly together into a very close knit group, and Chelsea was the undisputed self-appointed head of the group. What she said was accepted as law. No questions. No arguments.

    Chelsea was an only child, living alone with her father, Charles Waverley. Her mother had succumbed to cancer when she was only six. Her father was the CEO of some large Manhattan firm and he kept long hours, but he made sure his only daughter wanted for nothing. The latest cell phone, credit cards, two lap tops, MP3 players, any gadget, any new fashion, she had it first. She drove a brand new Aqua Pearl White Lexus RX 350 AWD. A present from her father when she passed her road test. 

   Every Friday night, at 6:00, the five of us girls would assemble at Chelsea’s house. It was an unwritten, unspoken ritual. None of us accepted dates for Friday nights, and none of us would even consider skipping out and not being in attendance. It wasn’t any problem with the boys we dated, because the boys had their weekly F. N. P.C. gatherings. The Friday Night Poker Club was an exclusive, boys only, group that met each Friday at a different member’s house, where they would play Texas Hold ‘em until somebody won big.

   Chelsea “borrowed” the initials of the boys poker group, and referred to our gathering of girls as the F. N. P.C. as well. But for all of us, the meaning was very different, and far more symbolic.

   Each Friday, we would order in: pizza, Chinese, whatever we fancied. Chelsea always paid with one of her credit cards. Her dad liked the idea that she had friends over on Friday nights, because he always stayed very late on Fridays, having a standing date with the same woman from an exclusive Mid-town escort service. He thought he was discreet, and he thought Chelsea was naive, but he was wrong on both counts. His daughter had known about his weekly doings for more than four years already.

   With Mr. Waverley not around a lot, Chelsea had a lot of time to herself in the big house by the golf course. She had become very adept at using her computers and trolling the net. She discovered porn at ten years of age, and her penchant for it only grew and broadened in scope as she went through puberty. She was even a subscriber to a few of the sites that she really liked, and they were the really heavy S & M bondage sites from Europe. Really graphic stuff, not cute models loosely tied with soft ropes. These sites featured real people who lived the scene 24/7.

    We were all about the same age.  One of us was fifteen, little Anastasia. Three girls was sixteen; Blair, Lauren, and Chelsea. And me, my name is Hanna. I was the eldest at seventeen. Each week, after we had finished eating dinner, and had our fill of the usual gossip of high school teens, we would adjourn single file, to Chelsea’s bedroom. Chelsea would adjust the track lighting so it would act like spot lights on a stage. Once there, one by one, from the youngest to the eldest, we would all strip naked as the rest of the girls watched. All, that is, except Chelsea. She was in charge, and that meant remaining fully clothed. Typically she would wear a loose white gown with thin straps. It was made of a flimsy sheer material, and it clearly showed that she was naked underneath.

   Each one of us kept our privates cleanly shaved, and we all  wore a thick gold ring with a disk hanging from it in our left labia. The disk had F. N. P.C. engraved on one face, and TorD on the reverse. These were the symbols of our little group. Chelsea was also bald, and she wore the same disk and ring as the rest of us, but it was never shown to the rest of us in private and intimate settings, and almost never before the whole group.

   Once we were all naked, we would stand in a circle facing inward. Each one of us would then reach to our left with our right hand and insert our middle finger into the pussy of the girl to our left. After swirling it around a bit, we would all reach to our right and dip the same finger into the pussy of the girl to our right. Again, after swirling the finger around, we would reach across the circle and repeat it with the girl opposite us. When we had done it with every member, we then pushed the same finger as deeply as we could into our own pussies, mingling the juices of each member with our own, within us.

   Our silent pledge had been made and the weekly meeting of the Folds of the Naked Pussy Cult would now begin.

   For the next hour or so, we would gather round one of the two computers Chelsea had and we would look at whatever internet porn she deemed appropriate for the night. It never seemed to take very long before our fingers would find our hard little clits and we’d start rubbing. None of us had the slightest qualms about masturbating in the group. After all, it was one of the bonds that welded us as one.

    When Chelsea felt we had enough, the porn was shut off, and we would assemble in a circle seated on the floor, our legs splayed wide. This signaled the start of our weekly game of Truth or Dare, (TorD). At the outset of the game, the truths and dares were always pretty mild. Questions like, “Having you ever caught your parents doing it?”, or “Have you ever jerked your boyfriend off?”, or “Has your mother ever caught you playing with yourself?” The early dares were also pretty tame, like, “Kiss the girl to your left, mouth open!”, or “Squat over a bowl and pee while we all watch!”

   When Chelsea tired of TorD, she would toss a large antique stone die into the middle of our  group. Chelsea had found the die in an obscure shop in Greenwich Village when she was five years old and her mother had taken her for a walk downtown. The numbers on the die were still very bold and highly ornate in design, each number crafted from some mythical beast. There was a dragon, a Phoenix, a unicorn, a Satyr, and two others we couldn’t identify. Chelsea had each of the six numbers correspond to one of us girls. Again, it was always in age order. So, number 1 was Anastasia, 2 was Lauren, 3 Blair, and I was 4. Being the leader, Chelsea was exempt. If the numbers 5 or 6 came up on a roll, then we would all have group sex on the rug as Chelsea watched and stroked herself under her gown. If one of our numbers came up, then that girl was selected as slave for the night, and she was subject to the whims of the group.

    Anything went. From mild to harsh spankings, tickling. Anything at all. One time, on a cold snowy night, little Anastasia’s number was thrown. Anastasia hadn’t finished puberty yet, and her small breasts were barely more than buds. Chelsea came up with the brilliant idea that were should all adjourn to her back yard. Coats and boots were allowed for all, except that is for Anastasia. She was to remain naked. A four against one snowball fight started the activities. The shivering little girl was pummeled from all sides. She had no chance at defense. After that, we forced her to make snow angels, both on her back and belly.

   When we went back into the bouse and up to Chelsea’s room, we wrapped the frozen girl in blankets while she slowly warmed up and got control over her shivering.

   The slave for the night was usually made to endure verbal abuse, oral servitude, being bound, and penetration with various objects that we all took turns inserting, both anally and vaginally. When we broke the group up, around 11:00, our parents would pick us up, never suspecting for a minute what had gone on with their “little” girls.

   For eight consecutive Friday nights, a new girl had been attending the F. N. P.C. meetings at Chelsea’s. Her name was Shaina, and she was my fifteen year old sister. A bit on the short side of 5' 1" tall, and a slightly plump 118 pounds, her 36D breasts were capped by a pair of 4 inch pancake areolas. Shaina was hoping to be accepted for membership in the F. N. P.C., and she had been going through the ringer at the hands of Chelsea and her “girls,” as she now referred to us.

   Each week, when Shaina arrived at the Waverley’s house, she was required to strip naked at the front door before even being allowed to ring the doorbell. Some evenings, Chelsea made her wait out there alone, frightened and naked under the front door light. She was also required to spend the entire evening naked, unlike the members, who only stripped after dinner was over. Additionally, Shaina was given all the nightly chores; ordering the food, meeting the delivery person, (naked), setting the table, serving the meal, and cleaning up the dishes. She wasn’t allowed to talk to any of us, either in the house or anywhere else, for that matter, including at school. The only exception to that rule was when she was in our home. There she was allowed to talk with me, but only if one or both of our parents, or our younger brother, was present. She was forbidden to discuss the F. N. P.C. with me. She was not allowed to shave anywhere, or even trim her considerable bush, which caused her quite a lot of embarrassment at swim meets and practices, as her thatch was dense and thick, spreading far beyond the meager confines of her racing suit. As a last requirement, Shaina had been made to carry five sealed zip lock bags with her at all times in her purse. Each one of the bags contained a used tampon from one of the five of us.

   Finally, at long last, a Friday night was chosen to be the big night for Shaina. It was to be decided that night whether or not she would be admitted into the sacred circle, and if she was accepted, she would become a member of the F. N. P.C.

   That night, after we had eaten dinner, we all lounged around the living room watching music videos while Shaina went about her chores cleaning up from the meal. When she was through, we all climbed the stairs, single file, to the second floor and Chelsea’s bedroom. Chelsea made Shaina crawl up the stairs behind us, on her hands and knees, barking like a puppy the whole way. When we reached the bedroom, Chelsea made Shaina assume a dog’s begging posture and watch as the four of us went through our stripping ritual and then did our pledge. For that night, the porn videos were forsaken. In their stead, we went straight to the Truth or Dare game. That night, there was to be a difference. Each of the five of us would get one TorD with Shaina being the recipient of each one. Every one of us knew that her acceptance into or rejection from the group hung on the outcome of the evening’s game.

   As with the stripping ritual, and every other thing we did, the order of the participants was chronological, which meant little Anastasia got to go first.  Taking her place under the spotlights she asked Shaina, “Truth.........or Dare?”

    Without a pause, Shaina replied, “Dare!”

    “How far have you gone wit a boy, when and where?”

   I could instantly tell that Shaina had a secret she had been hiding just from the sickened look on her face. She was about reveal some hidden truth that even I didn’t know, and we, supposedly, kept nothing from each other!. All of our eyes were on her, as we waited her response. Shaina lowered her head and answered, “I sucked off my date when I was fourteen at the 8^th grade dinner dance. I did it in one of the stalls in the boy’s room.”

   The shock must have registered on my face, because Lauren picked up on it and said, “Hanna, you didn’t know?”

   “No. I didn’t.” I felt betrayed.

   “Lauren,” Chelsea called out. “Your turn.”

    Lauren and Anastasia switched places under the lights, and she repeated the all to familiar query, “Shaina,..........Truth......or Dare?”

    Still reeling from the last one, Shaina answered, “Dare,” without a moment’s thought.

   Lauren knew what her Dare would be, as she immediately ordered, “Okay.  I dare you to take an ice bath for fifteen minutes!”

   Shaina shuddered at the thought, because it was only two weeks ago that she had watched as Lauren suffered in an ice bath when her number had turned up on the stone die. Shaina’s head sunk to her chest when she heard Chelsea order, “Shaina, go to the freezer in the garage, and bring back six bags of ice.” She then told me to fill the bath tub with cold water, admonishing me that if the water was not ice cold, I would take a thirty minute ice bath after my sister got out of the tub.

   Shaina crawled off to the garage and I went into Chelsea’s bathroom to fill the tub. It took Shaina three trips to bring the bags of ice up to the bathroom, and when it was all dumped into the tub, by Shaina, Chelsea surveyed it and decided that more was needed, and she sent Shaina for four more bags of ice.

   With Chelsea satisfied that the water was cold enough, we all watched as Shaina bravely stepped into the frigid water and lowered herself into it up to her neck. Only her head was above the bobbing cubes. Within minutes, her lips had turned blue and her pancake areolas had shrunken under her thick rock hard nipples. Her teeth were chattering uncontrollably. “Ten minutes remain,” Chelsea announced as she glanced at her clock radio.

   Poor Shaina was numb to the cold by now, and felt as if she was unable to move. She lay perfectly still in the icy waters of the tub, trying to focus on lasting it out, and getting accepted into our group. “Five more minutes,” came Chelsea’s announcement after what must have seemed like hours to my sister.

   Her mind was now totally consumed by the cold. Her shivering and chattering had become so violent that the water was splashing out of the tub. Finally, after what must have seemed an eternity to Shaina, Chelsea decreed, “Time!”

    We all helped Shaina from the cold waters, as she had been rendered powerless to help herself out, but no one offered her a towel to dry off or rub herself warm with. Her unusually pale skin looked ghostly, with a blue tint to it. One look from Chelsea told Shaina what She expected, and Shaina stiffly dropped to her hands and knees and crawled back into the bedroom for the next TorD.

   Next up was Blair, a skinny little brunette with sharp pointed cone-shaped breasts. She had a thick nasty looking scar running between them as the result of some major chest surgery she had undergone when she was twelve. “Shaina.........truth,.......or..........Dare?”

    Still frozen to her core, Shaina replied weakly, “D....d....dare.”

    “I Dare you.....to.............climb the tree in Chelsea’s back yard as high as Chelsea says!”

    ‘Always the suck up,’ Chelsea thought. ‘I’ll give her a good run the next time the Die calls her number!’

     We all adjourned the bedroom for the back yard and gathered around the base of a red oak. The trunk was about fourteen inches in diameter and it’s bark was very rough. The lowest branches were just out of Shaina’s reach, so she was forced to jump up to grab one, causing her pendulous breasts to flop around obscenely.

   Tugging and pulling with her arms and legs, she was able to get into a sitting position on a fairly stout branch. Scrapes on her breasts and thighs showed the effort it had taken to reach even this low height, but she continued climbing. Some of the scrapes and cuts were starting to bleed. Finally, when she was about even with the windows on the second floor of the house, Chelsea sais she was high enough and that she could climb back down.

   We all followed Chelsea back into the house, leaving Shaina alone to get back down and rejoin us in Chelsea’s room. She wasn’t cold any longer when she joined us. Sweaty was covering her brow, her matted hair hung in clumps over her face, here and there small twigs had gotten entangled in it. Out of breath from the exertion, Shaina resumed her begging position and waited for the TorD she must have dreaded most. Mine!

   Slowly, and very deliberately, I took my place under the lights, fully aware that my perfectly proportioned body was the envy of all the girls, especially Chelsea! After reveling in the attention I was getting, I said, “Shaina. Truth, or Dare?”

   “Dare,” she replied, never looking at me.

   “I dare you to walk around the block naked and barefoot. Walking only, you may not run or jog. You are allowed to hide yourself only once on each side of the block, and you may not save up your hides, so even if you make it all the way on one street without hiding, you still get only one hide on the next street. Understand?”

    “Y.....yes. I do.” Shaina had once confided in me that she had a deep and terrifying fear of being seen naked, so I know she must have thought I would exploit that knowledge, especially after I had learned of her secret from middle school.

   Chelsea told Blair, Lauren, Anastasia and me to put on our jackets and shoes and position ourselves on each of the four streets, in order that Shaina’s circumnavigation of the block could be witnessed, and that the rules were strictly adhered to. After Chelsea allowed us five minutes each to get into our prescribed places, she sent Shaina on her way around the block. Naked. 

   Shaina’s eyes frantically scanned the street for people in the windows of the houses, and for cars coming down the road, all the while concentrating on walking, not running. She had only gotten past two houses when she spotted a car backing out of a driveway about twenty feet to her left. Diving behind a low hedge, she flattened herself on the cool grass, and tried to stay as still as she could while the headlights swept over her naked prostrate form.

    After the danger had passed, and the car had moved up the street, she started walking again, very nervous now that she had already used her only hide on this street and there were still four more houses to go until she would turn the corner and regain a hide.

   As she approached the corner, she saw a set of headlights coming from her right, and she slowed her pace a bit, praying that the car wouldn’t turn in her direction. Her luck held, as the car turned and drove away in the opposite direction. Rounding the corner, she spotted people getting out of a car three houses up. Cars were parked all along the block on both sides of the street. A fairly loud party was in progress. The people were more concerned, however, with getting to the festivities and didn’t even notice the naked teen walking toward them on the sidewalk.

   Shaina made herself not look towards the party house as she strode by, focusing instead on the rest of the houses and the street. She felt a slight bit of relief that she was half way through. Then, one house later, a car turned the cornet behind her, taking her completely by surprise. The only cover she could find quickly was an old maple tree between the sidewalk and the curb. She pressed herself tightly against the not quite thick enough trunk, as a village police car slid slowly passed. She tried to time her movement around the tree with the passing of the patrol car, so as to keep the tree between the two of them. When the police car went through the next intersection, she abandoned her hiding place and once again started walking. Fear was starting to grip her, as she saw there were still eight more houses to pass, and she had used her one hide on that street.

   Suddenly, two houses up, across the street, the front porch light came on, and a young boy, maybe ten or eleven, came out with his dog. Shaina knew she couldn’t hide, and that neither picking up her pace, or slowing it down, would be of any help. She just started repeating, like a mantra, “Go the other way. Go the other way.........”

    It didn’t work. The boy looked both ways, and crossed the street to her side. He hadn’t spotted her yet, but it was a sure thing that he would. When he reached the sidewalk, his dog let out an ominous growl, and turning, he saw her coming, stark naked, bathed in the light from a street lamp, one house away. The boy stood stock still, keeping a tight reign on the leash as the naked girl kept walking right toward him! The dog was tense, and still growling as she neared them. The boy said nothing as she walked up on a lawn to get around them. Shaina felt the sweat running from her hairy armpits, but she held her head up high and walked past him as if nothing was amiss. The boy was stunned, but he started following her, a few paces behind, his eyes glued to her plump ass cheeks as the jiggled lightly with each step. It was Lauren who was monitoring this street, and she giggled with glee as she watched Shaina in her  humiliation and embarrassment. When Shaina turned the corner for the final leg of her trip, I was there to bail her out. Stepping between the boy and my sister, effectively blocking his path. I lifted my jacket and flashed my bald pussy at him saying, “You go home now. This’ll be something for you to tell your little buddies about!”

    Frightened by my presence, he turned tail and sprinted with his dog back toward his house and safety.

   Shaina made the rest of the trip without incident, and walked up the steps to Chelsea’s house. She knocked, and the door opened right up. “Hands and knees,” Chelsea commanded. Shaina crawled back up the stairs once again and went into Cheslea’s bedroom, where the F. N. P. C. waited.

    We had all taken our positions sitting on the floor in our circle,  legs spread wide, pussies open. Chelsea sat in her chair,, overseeing the scene. Shaiuna crawled into the room and resumed her position as a dog begging.

   Cheslea rose and stepped into the center of the circle of our naked open legs. “The time has come to decide if we wish to make our circle larger, and admit another pussy into the Folds of the Naked Pussy Cult. As you are all aware, the vote must be unanimous. If anyone dissents, then the initiate will be turned away.

   “Anastasia, how do you vote?”

   “I vote to accept Shaina as a Naked Pussy, Chelsea.”

   “Lauren?”

    “I too vote to admit Shaina into the Folds, Chelsea.”

   “Blair?”

    “I vote Shaina to be a Naked Pussy.”

    “And, lastly, Hanna?”

   I looked at Cheslea for a moment, and then at my naked little sister in her begging posture. I was still somewhat angry that she had withheld her tale of the 8^th grade blow job, but, I also knew her well enough to know that she must have had a good reason. “I vote.........that we accept Shaina into the Folds as well, Chelsea.”

   “The final vote is mine,” Chelsea said, looking at each of us, one at a time, eyeing our spread legs and open pussies. “I agree to widen the circle, and admit Shaina as our sixth Naked Pussy.”

   We all jumped up and hugged Shaina, smothering her with kisses, and fondling her breasts and hairy pussy.  When the excitement ebbed a bit, Chelsea said, “Blair and Lauren, prepare the Initiate and bring her to the dining room.”

   “Yes, Chelsea,” they intoned as one.

   “Hanna and Anastasia, the two of you will prepare the dining room for the ceremony.”

   “Gladly, Chelsea,” I answered.

   Blair and Lauren took my sister by the hands and lead her into Chelsea’s bathroom to begin her preparations for the induction ceremony, while Anastasia and I went downstairs to set up the dining room. After we had all gone, Chelsea went to her dresser and stood before the huge mirror looking down at the antique jewelry box that sat in the right in the center. It was a black enameled wooden box which had passed through her late mother to her from her grandmother. It was her most prized possession.

    Carefully lifting the lid, she slowly removed the upper tray, revealing a small black velvet bag at the bottom of the box. She took the bag out, replaced the tray and shut the lid. Chelsea headed for the kitchen, where she put a pot of water on the stove to boil. As the water was heating up, she opened up the velvet bag and removed a long thick piercing needle. It was the exact same needle that had been used on all the F. N. P. C. Girls, including herself. Each member of the Folds had her left labia pierced by Chelsea, and it was she who placed the ring and disk in everyone of us. She had even done her own in front of me and Lauren.

   Meanwhile, upstairs in the bathroom, Lauren and Blair had gotten a pair of scissors and were carefully trimming the dark bush at the apex of Shaina’s legs. The two girls were very skilled at cleaning up that area. It was an unstated fact that each Friday, before coming over to Chelsea’s that these two girls would meet at one of their houses and shave each other clean. 

   When they had gotten the pubic hair trimmed as closely as safety would permit, they got into the hot shower with Shaina, and began to slowly wash her body and shampoo her hair.

   Anastasia and I had gotten out dozens of candles and had encircled the dining room with them. We lowered the intensity of the chandelier, and had placed a clean white sheet on the table. We were done with our task, and sat down to await the rest of the Cult.

   Chelsea boiled the needle in the water for fifteen minutes, along with a pair of forceps. She examined the ring and disk and found them to be to her satisfaction. She had them specially made for her by a small old jeweler in a neighboring town. His craftsmanship was impeccable, and he never asked questions.

   Blair and Lauren had finished bathing Shaina and shampooing her hair, so they took  razors and started shaving her, beginning with her armpits. When they were smooth, the two girls knelt in the steaming water and started on her thatch, careful not to nick the delicate pouty lips. Blair worked her way around to the rear as Lauren pulled down on Shaina’s shoulders, saying, “Bend over.”

   Blair shaved the crack and all around the tightly puckered rear hole. When they was satisfied, they stood her back up and shaved her legs from the crotch to her ankles. Their task completely, they all got out of the shower and they patted her dry, gently, all the while inspecting for any missed hairs.

   Chelsea removed the forceps and needle from the scalding water and placed them both in a sterile gauze pad from the first aid kit in the cupboard. She found a black marker and a high intensity lamp on the sideboard and brought all the tings to the dining room, where she found Anastasia dn I talking quietly Anastasia was very excited, as this was the first ceremony she would witness as a participant. She had been the last girl inducted into the Folds six months prior, and she was excited about watching the ceremony.

   When Shaina was dried off, Lauren brushed out her hair while Blair powdered her body, applying copious amounts to her armpits, but avoiding the pussy entirely. Satisfied that Shaina would pass Chelsea’s muster, Lauren placed a dark red stain bag over Shaina’s head, and put wrist and ankle cuffs on her. Before leaving for the dining room, Blair locked the wrist cuffs behind Shaina’s back.

   As they entered the dining room, Lauren and Blair stood on either side of the hooded initiate, and waited. Chelsea sat at the head of the table with Anastasia and I on either side of her, our right hand middle fingers buried deep in our pussies.

“The initiate has bee prepared as to your wishes, Priestess Chelsea,” Lauren said in a slow practiced drone.

   “Well done, Sisters. Place her on the altar.”

   The four of us encircled Shaina and waited as Blair unlocked the cuffs from behind her back. We helped get her on the table and made her lie down on her back. Each of us took a short length of chain and locked it to the one of the cuffs. Taking the chin in our hands, we pulled on our chains, stretching Shaina out on the table spread eagle. An offering to our Priestess.

   Chelsea paused for a few minutes, allowing Shaina to lie on the table and feel the helplessness of her situation. Hooded, her arms and legs pulled out and away from her. Sure that Shaina sensed her plight, Chelsea placed a candlestick with a burning red candle on either side of Shaina’s sagging breasts. She took another pair of candlesticks, much lower ones, and placed them on either side of her hips. Then, she picked up a short stout candle, eight inches in diameter, with three burning wicks, and placed it right against the freshly shaven wide open pussy.

   Shaina jumped a bit at the sensation of the cold candle against her wet lips.

   “The sole purpose of our Clan is the worship of the Naked Pussy,” Chelsea recited ritualistically. “It is the portal to our very soul. The essence of our femininity. It is the center of our being. The giver of life. The reason for our existence.

   “The Naked Pussy is forever to be held in the highest esteem, and We keep it as a constant reminder of who We are. It is with this fixity of purpose that We gather here tonight to initiate Sister Shaina into Our Labial Folds. Forever marking her as one of Ours.”

    Chelsea paused and looked at each of “Her girls.” All of our eyes cast downward at the naked offering we all held bound on the altar. Each of us doubtless reliving our own initiation. Only Chelsea and I had not undergone this rite, as it was the two of us who founded the Cult, and Chelsea decided upon the formal ritual later, when we were planning on brining Lauren into the Folds.

   “Gaze upon her Pussy, My Sisters. Look at it shining and gleaming in it’s awesome and regal splendor. Open. Proud. For all to understand and grasp it’;s glory and unquenchable power.” 

   All of us stood transfixed, Shaina’s pussy the object of our adoration. The wetness evident from so deep within. “Her Pussy, is now Our Pussy. We all share in it’s mysteries and splendor.”

   Chelsea took away the candle from between Shaina’s splayed legs and replaced it with the high intensity lamp, illuminating the labia which would soon receive the gift of the ring.

   Taking up the forceps in her right hand, Chelsea pulled Shaina’s meaty left outer labia back, further exposing the hole it had been entrusted my Mother Nature Herself to guard. Examining it closely, Chelsea made Her decision as to where the ring would be placed. Switching hands, She took the marker and placed a dot to guide her for the entry and exit points of the piercing needle.

   Shaina’s stomach was a mass of knots as she felt the pressure and tugging on her lower lip. She feared that the pain would be more than she could bear, but she desired the ring more than anything she had ever wanted. It was just the knowledge of how she would receive it that filled her with fright.

    Chelsea put the marker down and again took the forceps in Her right hand. Lining up the marks in the center of the forceps, she clamped them tight, pinching the soft Fold inside the metal clamp. A soft chirp escaped from Shaina when the sharp pinch of the clamp bit her, but otherwise she remained silent under her shroud. Chelsea took the forceps in Her left hand and took up the thick 6 gauge needle in her right, holding it up for each of us “Girls” to behold, and remember. Fortunately for Shaina, the hood prevented her from seeing the object that was about to stab through her, because I know she surely would have fainted instantly at the sight of it.

   Without further delay, Chelsea touched the tip of the needle to the black dot she had lined up in the forceps, and began to ever so slowly push it through. She always did it as slowly as possible, firm in the belief that the experience should be as painful as possible, and last as long as possible as well.

   Shaina gritted her teeth as a white hot pain from the needle seared the receptors in her brain. Stoically moaning, summoning all her concentration to not scream, her body tensed as she pulled against the chains which held her fast to the altar. She felt a tearing sensation, and the needle was through. A channel had burrowed through her. She felt the pressure ease as the forceps were unclamped. Chelsea let go of the needle, allow it to dangled from the pink skin. I wiped away a tear that had formed in the corner of my eye. Testimony to my little sister’s bravery.

   Chelsea picked up the ring and disk for the Sisters to see. “Behold the Ring and Disk of the Naked Pussy Cult, which will from this day forth, mark Sister Shaina forever in the Folds of Sisterhood.” She pushed the ring into the hole, forcing the needle out the other side. A tiny droplet of blood followed the retreating needle. Chelsea took a pair of pliers and opened the ring just enough to insert the ball that would hold it in place. Then, with her right index finger, she dabbed at the drop of blood. Holding the finger up, she said, “Behold, a Sister’s blood.” We all watched as Chelsea placed her finger in her mouth a sucked Shaina’s blood from it.

   “Remove the hood, and unbind our new Sister. Re-order yourselves for the procession, and return to My chambers,” Chelsea commanded, sweeping from the room and turning for the stairs.

   We set about taking the chains and cuffs from Shaina as we helped her sit up slowly and took off the hood. Her face was ashen, but beaming with pride. I held a mirror between her legs so she could see her new ring and disk. We formed or processional line, with Shaina following Anastasia, because she was two months older, and we climbed the stairs to Chelsea’s room, single file. 

   Entering the room, we found Chelsea in Her bed, under the sheet, Her gown tossed carelessly to the floor. I knew what was expected of us. I placed Anastasia to one side of the luxurious queen size bed at Chelsea’s left. Next was Shaina to Her right, followed by Blair to Her left next to Anastasia, and Lauren next to Shaina. I took my place at the foot of the bed.

   We held our positions, standing erect and still, faces tilted down, eyes closed. Shaina was confused, her eyes darting all around, searching for a sign as to what was expected. I looked up and sensed her insecurity. She watched me as I slowly and deliberately removed the sheet that covered our Priestess, revealing her naked body on the bed. “Worship the Naked Pussy, Shaina,” I ordered, pointing to the open Pussy of Her Priestess.

   I helped Shaina get up on the bed between Chelsea’s wide spread legs. I pushed her head forward, burying her face in the moist furrow. I made sure she stayed on her knees, so her Pussy was displayed as well. As Shaina began her ministrations, we all dipped our right middle fingers into her Pussy, and then into our own, as well as each other’s. Over and over again the ritual continued until Chelsea cried out and shook in the throes of Her orgasm. I helped Shaina get down from the bed, and reverently replaced the sheet covering Our Priestsess’ nakedness.

     Chelsea sat up against the huge fluffy pillows, pulling the sheet up to cover her tiny breasts. “Cum for me, My servants of the Folds. Mingle with each other, and worship the divine Pussy.”

   We fell to the floor at the foot of Chelsea’s bed and began licking, sucking, rubbing and nibbling each other as we rolled about on the floor in a tangled heap of young flesh. The orgy continued until; we had all collapsed on the floor, sexually sated. The F. N. P. C., had a new Sister in the Folds.

CHELSEA’S  F. N. P. C.

By Charles E. Campbell

CHAPTER 2

THE ORIGINS OF THE  F. N. P. C.

   The F. N. P. C. had an innocent enough beginning, starting with just Chelsea and me. Back then, Chelsea was a plump and quite rotund twelve year old, just entering the Baxter Street Junior High School. Still unable to come to grips with the loss of her mother years before, she had a wardrobe which consisted basically of baggy sweat shirts and sweat pants. Her hair was an unkempt tangle, which was constantly in a state of needing shampoo. Puberty was rapidly approaching but had not as yet commenced. She participated in o clubs, had no friends at all, and was the target of much whispered gossip in the hallways and locker rooms at school.

  I, on the other hand, was a very popular thirteen year old. A natural beauty, co-captain of the school’s swim team, with a body that already turned the boy’s heads wherever I went. I had many friends and was invited everywhere. In short, the 180 degree opposite of Chelsea. My name, by the way, is Hanna.

   It was at about that time that Chelsea’s pediatrician suggested to her father, Charles Waverley, that he try and get Chelsea involved in something at school. A club, perhaps, or a sport. Some sport would be best, he said, as it would get her more active, help shed some of the baby fat that clung stubbornly to her, and force her to socialize with her peers.  After he had discussed it at some length with Chelsea, who basically had no desire whatsoever to leave her safe little cocoon, they had compromised in deciding that she should try out for the schools swim team. Chelsea was secretly mortified by the thought of being seen in a bathing suit, but she was far too awkward and clumsy for field hockey, so, reluctantly, she agreed to go to the try-outs for the swim team. To herself, she had planned to not do well, and therefore be cut from the team.

   At the tryouts, while she watched all of the girls competing vigorously, a tiny spark of confidence was ignited. She knew that she could swim better than at least half the girls on the squad, her mother having taught her how to swim very well when she was still of a quite young age. During the time trials and qualifying laps, she finished in the top three each time, finishing first twice. Needless to say, she became a member and was given the coveted position of the fourth leg on the free style relay team. 

   Even with the status her position gave her, and even with her exemplary times, nearing school record setting laps, Chelsea still kept to herself. Always wrapped in an overly large towel until getting ready to enter the water, swaddling herself in it when she got out, trying to be the last one in and the last one out of the showers after a practice or a meet. Very self conscious of the non-existent breasts and pubic hair that we all had, and yet still alluded her.

   One Friday afternoon, after a rather lengthy practice, I heard soft sobbing coming from the showers. All of the rest of the team had cleared out of the locker room, anxious to get home and prepare for the school dance that night. Upon investigating the sounds, I found Chelsea curled up in a ball in the far back corner of the shower room, crying softly. “Chelsea,” I called in to her, “What’s wrong. Are you okay?” I stepped into the showers as she looked up to see me.

   I obviously had startled her, as she balled up even tighter, grasping her knees with her arms and pulling them tight to her flat chest.

   “I’.....I’m okay.......Hanna. Pl......please l....leave me alone.” her whimpering started again.

   “C’mon Chels, tell me what’s wrong. Maybe I can help.”

   She didn’t utter a word. She just sat there balled up fighting to control her sobbing, and not doing too good a job of it. Then I spotted the source of her problems. Blood was mixing with the water coming down form the dripping shower head under her. I knew right away what it was. Chelsea was having her first period, and she didn’t even know what it was.

   I reached over and turned on one of the showers and guided the frightened girl to her feet. “You stay here and wash off. I’ll take care of you, Chelsea.”

   Leaving her under the comforting stream of hot water, I went straight to my locker for a sanitary pad. When I got back to the showers, Chelsea was right where I had left her, so I had to turn off the water and wrap her in a dry towel. Patting her dry, I tried to comfort her, telling her, “It’s alright Chels. It’s alright. This happens to all the girls. It’s just your first time. That’s all. Don’t worry.

   I brought her from the showers to the benches by our lockers. I sat her down and said, “You have your period. That’s what it is. It’s no big deal. Look!”

   I held out the pad. “This is what you need. Any drug store or super. market carries them. You put it inside your panties and that’s it. You hafta change it whenever you go pee. Sometimes more often, but you’ll get the hang of it. That’s it. Watch!”

   I made myself inconspicuous as she dressed, then I asked, How’re you getting home, Chels? It’s pretty late.”

   “I just call a cab to meet me at the front of the school.”

   “Wait a sec, okay?”

   “Okay.”

   I pulled my cell phone out of my purse and hot the speed dial.

   “Hi Mom, it’s me. Can we give someone a ride home? Great, thanks. See you in ten minutes.”

    We’ll give you a ride home. Finish getting dressed. I gotta get some books from my locker. I’ll meet you at the main entrance.”

   Chelsea finished dressing, very aware of the foreign feeling in her white cotton briefs from the pad. Once I was out of earshot, I called my ,mother again and told her what had happened with Chelsea. I filled her in on the fact that her mother had died when she was little. My Mom suggested that we have her over for dinner. We were doing Chinese take-out and there was always room for one more, so when Chelsea and I met up at the main door, I asked her if she wanted to come over for dinner.

   I’ll never forget the look on her face when I asked her. It was really obvious that this was not something she was used to at all! My Mom pulled up, and we got into her minivan. I introduced Chelsea to my Mother, and she suggested that we call Chelsea’s father and get his permission.

   Chelsea used her phone and called her Dad’s office, leaving word with his secretary of what she was up to and where she would be. Before she hung up. My mom told Chelsea to ask her da’s secretary to have him call her when he got a chance.  Chelsea called her house keeper, Juanita and let her know what she was doing as well.

   Chelsea felt out of place seated at the dining room table with both Mr. & Mrs. Morris and their three kids. There was Billy, my six year old brother, and Shaina, my eleven year old sister. She sat silently as we all relived our day at school for our parents. An evening ritual that we never skipped. We talked about school, our plans for the weekend, how much homework we had, and all the other common and typical school kid topics. Never once did Chelsea try and enter into the enthusiastic talks, unless she was prompted by my Mom or Dad. I guess she just felt really out of place being with two adults who seemed genuinely interested in making her feel welcome.

   About halfway through dinner, the phone rang. As they were want to do, Shaina and Billy both bolted from the table trying to see who would beat out the other and get to answer it. It was Mr. Waverley calling for my Mom. She excused herself from the table and took the call in the family room, so she could have some privacy.

   “Mr. Waverley,” she began. “I’m Sharon Morris. My daughter Hanna is on the swim team at school with Chelsea.”

   “Hello, “he responded. “It’s so nice of you yo have Chelsea over for dinner. And thank you, by the way, from brining her back from school. My job keeps me working late quite frequently, unfortunately, and Chelsea has to take a cab home. We do have a housekeeper, but it’s nice she can spend some time with friends. I really do appreciate it.

   “Oh, and by the way, please call me Charles,” he added hastily.

    “Of course, Charles.

   “Listen, there’s something I need to talk with you about, and there really isn’t any easy way tpo do it, so I’m just going to jump right in.”

   “Okay.”

   “Hanna happened on Chelsea today in the showers after the swim team practice was over. The other girls had already left, but Chelsea was still there, crying by herself.”

   “OhmyGod,” he interrupted. “What happened? Is she alright?”

   “Oh yes. She’s fine. Really. Don’t worry. She just had her first period and she was frightened by it. That’s all. Hanna helped her. She got her cleaned up and gave her a pad. She showed her how to use it.”

   “Oh, God. I forgot all about that. Man, am I stupid. I guess I thought she was always going to stay my little girl. I mean..........ever since my wife died, I’ve kind of forgotten about ‘those things,’ if you know what I mean. I’ve never even thought o talk to her about it.”

   “Well, I’d be more than willing to give her a talk about her period, and how to deal with it. You know, tampons, pads, hygiene. But, if it’s all the same to you, I’ll leave the birds and the bees talk to you, of course.”

   “That would be so kind of you. This is probably the best time t do it. I’ll have the other talk with her tomorrow night. But, if you could talk to her about her period and all,.......we’d both really appreciate it.”

   “Not a problem. I’ve had this talk with both of my daughters already, so this’ll be easy. I’ll make sure Hanna and Shaina are sitting in as well. It might help to lessen Chelsea’s embarrassment.

   “You know, Chelsea might like to spend the night here. I could take her to the team bus in the morning for the swim meet, if you’d like.”

   “That would be great. I’m going to the meet tomorrow, so I could pick her up there.”

   “Fine. We’ve got spare pajamas, sweats, all that stuff, so she’ll be okay for the night. I’ll look for you at the meet.”

   “Great! Thanks so much! You’ve been a real angel for us.”

   “Not a problem.”

    Later that night, after watching a video and popcorn, Mom sent Billy to bed, and gathered the three of us girls in her bedroom. My dad made himself absent. It was then and there that Chelsea learned about the changes that were now beginning deep inside of her, and that would soon begin to show outside of her. Mom explained everything. Daily hygiene, shaving legs and armpits, and even about trimming pubic hair for the swim suit lines. She told her about using deodorant, and bras. Then she explained all about the female cycle, tampons and pads. She stressed the usage of tampons, especially for swimming, and the frequency of changing them.

   After the “talk,” Chelsea and I retired to my room for the night. I had a pair of twin beds in my room. I lent her a set of pajamas, and as she took them from me, I said, “Chelsea, I hope you don’t mind, but I sleep in the nude. Shaina does to. In fact, everyone ion my family does. I’ll get in bed and get undressed under the covers if it would make you feel more comfortable?”

   “No, Hanna. You don’t hafta do that. I mean.............I mean I’ve seen you in the showers a buncha times. So....it’s okay.”

   I stripped right there in front of her, and then stood there, naked, letting her eyes see the changes that I had gone through, and that Mom had told her about. As she looked me over, she seemed to take it as a cue, and removed her baggy sweats, white cotton briefs and extra large men’s white T-shirt.

   When she was naked as well, I said, “You’ve got your period, Chels, so you’re gonna need to use a tampon if you want to sleep naked.”

   I saw the fear cover her face again, until I added, “I’ll show you how to put it in.”

   Just at that instant, my bedroom door opened slowly, and Shaina stuck her round face into the opening. She was naked as well. Her pre-pubescent body looked a lot like Chelsea’s, except that she was as skinny as a rail, with narrow shoulders and equally narrow hips. Wordlessly, she sat on the floor and watched as I instructed Chelsea on how to insert the tampon herself.

   That night, we played our first truth or Dare game. It was real light stuff. Truths like, “Have you ever kissed a boy?” and “Which boy at school do you think is the hottest?”  The dares were of equal depth, like “I dare you to kiss me on the lips, mouth open.” Or daring to touch my chest.

   After the game had wound down, Shaina got up and planted a big kiss full on my mouth. Breaking our embrace, she said, “G’night, Hanna. G’night, Chelsea. See you guys in the morning.” And she was gone. 

   From that night on, Chelsea became a regular Friday night  fixture at our house. Even after the swimming season had ended, she would spend every Friday night with us for dinner, as well as any family activities that we had planned. Ice skating, movies, miniature golf, family games of Monopoly or Life. No matter what we were doing, Chelksea was included. It was like we had a new sister.

   Gradually, over time, Chelsea began to join in the table side conversations, and share in the open exuberance that permeated the weekly gatherings. She was accepted as one of us, freely, willingly, and happily.

   As Chelsea’s body began to develop, so did her confidence. The standard fare of baggy sweat pants and shirts was replaced by blue jeans and tight T-shirts. With guidance from both my Mom and me, Chelsea’s wardrobe reflected the self-assuredness that for so long had been lacking. Her blond hair was now worn long and either free or tied in a pony tail. It was kept well shampooed and conditioned so the thick mane gleamed and glowed. Light make-up highlighted her features, not masking them, but just defining them more clearly.

   One Saturday night, Chelsea had invited a group of girls over to her house for a party for her thirteenth birthday. Mr. Waverley was there, and he had invited my parents as well. Most of the girls at the party were from the swim team, as we had become a pretty tightly knit unit from all the competitions we had been in. But it was really Chelsea and I who were the closest. Really more like sisters than friends.

   After the party had ended, and the people were leaving, Chelsea took me aside and asked me if I would like to spend the night there with her. I had never been asked to spend the night there before, and I told her I would, but I needed to check with my Mom first. Mom said it was fine, and told me she was happy Chelsea had gotten this far in such a short time.

   That night was the first night Chelsea and I spent in bed together. It had all started off innocently enough. Just a simple game of truth or Dare, but it rapidly escaladed in fervor. I had accepted a truth from her. She asked, “Have you ever gone down on Shaina?”

   I was taken aback by the invasive question, but felt completely compelled to answer truthfully. “Yes. Yes I have. Now.....it’s my turn! Truth,......or Dare?”

   “Dare!”

   “I dare you to spread your legs as wide as you possibly can, and then I want to put your fingers in your pussy and play with yourself for me!”

   I knew Chelsea was shocked by the dare. I’m sure that no one, except possibly her doctor had looked “up there.”  But I knew that, just like I had been, Chelsea felted compelled to follow through with the dare. So, turning so that she faced me, she spread her legs apart, straddling me, one leg on each side of me. She laid back on the comforter, her eyes met mine as she gently placed her right hand on her pussy, and began to massage the tiny bud peaking out at the top.

   Moisture glistened on her lower lips as I watched with rapt attention, noting the sensual way the labia enveloped the fingers whenever they rubbed the opening to her pussy. I could hear her breathing increase in pace until, after a few short moments, she shook in the throes of the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.

   Taking it one step further, Chelsea sat up, never taking her eyes from me, and she offered her wet fingers to me. I don’t know what force came over me, but I smelled them, and then sicked them clean, tasting Chelsea for the first time.

   “Truth or Dare,” she demanded, slowly pulling her fingers from my mouth.

   “Dare,” I answered defiantly, quickly snapped from my reverie. 

   “Alright. I dare you to......go downstairs, go outside, and walk to the corner and back. Naked!”

   I had never in my life been naked where people might see me. Sure, I’d been snaked hundreds of times in the lockers and showers at school, and even in my room with Chelsea and Hanna. My little brother Billy had seen me a few times too. But this? What if Mr. Waverley saw me? Or what about Juanita, the housekeeper? Or some car on the street?

   I think Chelsea read the fear and doubt that was written across my face. In fact, I think she was just about to retract the dare, (something we had never done, and have never done). I was absolutely petrified about doing this Dare, but I just had to. So, before Chelsea had a chance to retract it, I sprung from her bed and said, “Let’s go!”

   I just pushed open the bedroom door and strode off down the long hall that lead to the stairs, naked. As I headed down the stairs, I listened for sounds that might mean Mr Waverley or Juanita. Luckily, no one was around, and I made it to the massive front door without being discovered. Taking a deep breath and holding it, I took off the lock on the door and slowly eased it open, trying to keep the squeaking to the basest minimum. Pulling it open just wide enough for me to scrunch through, I slid past it and out into the chilly night air. I felt my nipples stiffen instantly in response to the cool temperature.

   Fortunately for me, the street seemed deserted enough. No cars were passing by, and no one was out. I turned left from her walkway, and headed for the corner, hy head and eyes sweeping around in all directions watching and listening. I could see some people in their upstairs windows in a few houses. In others I could see the flickering lights from their televisions. The corner was reached without incident, but when I turned to retrace my steps, I saw the headlights of a car coming toward me! With no time to think or plan, I dove over a hedge and laid as flat as I could, hoping the car’s occupants didn’t see me. As I lay there, I smelled something really gross, and I realized I was laying in fresh dog poop! I almost jumped up and blew my cover, but I stayed right where I was and only took breaths through my mouth so it wouldn’t smell so bad.

   When the car had passed by, I peaked out from behind the low hedge, and seeing that the coast was clear, I pushed through the branches and walked back to Chelsea’s. In the dim light cast by the street light across the street, I could see the thick gloppy smear of dog poop on my stomach and right thigh.

   Chelsea was waiting for me at the front door, and asked, “What happened?”

   I told her about the car, and jumping over the hedge and into the dog poop. We both started to laugh and ran upstairs to Chelsea’s bathroom so I could shower.

   After the shower, we climbed into Chelsea’s queen size bed and made out. Rubbing and touching and licking each other all over. It was my first orgasm at the hand of someone other than me.

   From that night on, I started hanging out with Chelsea at her house every Friday night. Sometimes I would sleep over, and sometimes my Mom would pick me up around 11:00. Most nights, Mr. Waverley never got home or even  before I left or before we went to bed. I almost never saw him. Juanita was always there, but she never ever came upstairs. She seemed to stay in the kitchen or in her apartment in the back of the house near the garage. So really, Chelsea and I were pretty much free to explore ourselves and each other each week.

   One Friday, Chelsea told me she had something that she wanted me to see, and she brought me over by her computer. She typed in a password, and all kinds of dirty pictures popped up on the 17" screen. Mostly they were pictures of women tied up in ropes or chains. Lots of the pictures showed the women on their knees sucking hard thick cocks. Some showed them even being whipped and slapped around. 

   We looked at the pictures and some videos for quite a while, neither one saying anything to the other. Then Chelsea asked me, “What do you think, Hanna?”

   I said, “It’s kinda freaky, Chels. I mean, I know we’re not supposed to be looking at this stuff and all, but........I’m.......I’m ...getting.....kinda......well....you know!”

   “You’re wet, aren’t you?” she accused me.

   “Yes,” I answered, feeling my face go flush.

   “Me too,” Chelsea confided with a slight knowing smile. “I think what turns me on most is that power that comes from having a pussy. I mean......I mean...., well, it’s really the center of our pleasure. It’s the receptacle of the seed of life. It is the entryway for life in the world. It is a total mystery in it’s beauty, pleasure and strength, warmth and sweet aroma.

   “I believe it is something that deserves to be worshiped and adored.

   “Hanna?”

   “Yes, Chels,” I answered, baffled.

   “Pleasure me. Worship My divine Pussy!”

   I don’t know what came over me. I don’t even remember what I was thinking, or not thinking. But without even the slightest hesitation, I got between her legs and gently pushed the Folds back revealing the object of my adoration. I began by kissing and licking her pussy. She just laid back on the pillows, placing her hands on the back of my head and pushing my face into her more deeply, all the while she was lifting her hips up to meet me.

   I tasted her sweet nectar, felt her hot burning desire, and relished in the knowledge that it was I who was brining her such pleasure and ecstasy. As she started to tense up in reaction to the release, I couldn’t help but feel tremendous pride in being allowed to be worshiping in this most sacred place.

   The following Friday, my Mom dropped me off at Chelsea’s house about 4:30 in the afternoon. When she let me in, I saw that she was already naked. She told me, no, it was more like she ordered me to take off my clothes right there in the foyer. I did as she told me. Mr. Waverley was still at work, of course, and Juanita had left the day before to care for a sick relative. We would have the whole house to ourselves. Alone. Free to do whatever we wanted!

   The first thing Chelsea did, was take me by the hand and lead me into the dining room which was lit up in an eerie glow by dozens of candles. She turned around to face me and took my right hand and placed it on her pussy. Looking straight into my eyes, she put her hand on mine, and slowly pressed her right middle finger deep into me. I did the same to her. Our locked eyes never stayed as we gently probed and explored the innermost secrets of each other. Suddenly, she pulled her finger out of me and put it to her nose, smelling me, before inserting her finger into her mouth and tasting me as well. I followed suit.

   “This will be our weekly pledge to each other,” she declared. “Whenever we have a meeting, this is how it will begin. Now, follow me!”

   Trailing behind her, I followed as she lead me up the stairs to her room. Across the bed she had spread a large pink towel. “Lay on my bed, Hanna, and spread your legs for me!”

   I obeyed, confused and wondering what was about to happen. Chelsea disappeared into her bathroom and returned with some things I couldn’t see. The next thing I felt was a hot wet cloth placed on my pussy. “The Pussy must always be naked for all of it’s true glory and beauty to be seen and understood,” she said to me. “It is never to be hidden from us. We should take pride in our Pussies and display them to each other boldly. Therefore, they may never be clothed in hair.”

   Chelsea proceeded to shave me so I was as bald as I was when I was five! Even the hairs around my butt were shaved clean as she meticulously went about her task. When she was through, she gave me a hand held mirror to see the “new” me.

   “You’ll do mine, now,” she stated, pushing me from the bed. I went to the bathroom and got another hot washcloth before I shaved her clean as well. I was amazed at how pronounced the little Folds and curves were. I had never really noticed before. But now that the tangled mat was removed, it was all completely exposed.

   For dinner that night, we ordered pizza, and Chelsea ordered me to answer the door and pay the delivery bot naked! I was mortified! But Chelsea said that whenever we meet, we were to be naked together. Open. Nothing prohibiting either of us form the sight of the Naked Folds of the Divine Pussy.

   It was a few weeks after we had begun shaving and taking our pledge that we added our first new member to our group. Chelsea had told me nothing about it. It was just a regular Friday night naked at her house as far as I suspected. We were naked and alone at her house as was now the norm.

   When the doorbell rang I jumped. We hadn’t ordered food yet, so I was scared at who it could be. Was Juanita back already? Chelsea remained calm, as if nothing was wrong, and told me to see who was at the door. I must have hesitated too long, because she rubbed my breast and said not to worry. Everything was fine.

   I went to open the door, and only opened it a tiny crack so I could peek and see who it was, while being very careful to stand behind the door. It was Blair St. James, a girl from our swim team. She was in Chelsea’s grade. She said “Hi, Hanna, can I come in?” I didn’t know what to do.

   Chelsea called out from the living room, “We have a guest, Hanna. At least be courteous and polite and invite her in!”

   My head dropped a bit as I slowly opened the door, revealing my naked body to her. Blair looked me over for a long minute before removing her coat and handing it to me to hang up. She walked ahead of me into the living room to where Chelsea was seated, naked as well.

   “So, it’s really true,” Blair said, looking back and forth at her two naked friends. “How long have you guys been doing this?”

   “Oh, a few months now,” Chelsea replied. “One night a week.”

   “So,” she hesitated looking at us. “What would I have to do to join?”

   “Hanna and I haven’t really thought about letting more girls into our private Fridays, Blair,” Chelsea began, looking to me for some support.

   “But, we could if we want to,” I blurted out, reading Chelsea’s lead.

   “There wouldn’t be any public hazing shit like the boys are into,” Chelsea said, her mind spinning through the possibilities. “But you would have to accept everything Hanna and I say, and do anything we tell you to do. No matter what!”

   Blair thought it over for a few seconds before asking, “Well,.....what do you guys do on Fridays?”

   Chelsea nodded to me, so I picked up and told Blair about our being naked, the finger pledge, answering the door naked, our games of TorD, and, most importantly, how we hold the Pussy to be divine and worthy of worship.

   “So now,” Chelsea said, after I had explained our group to Blair. “If you have decided that you would like to join Hanna and me, then it is important to us that you prove yourself worthy of living up to our ideals and beliefs.”

   “I’ll try, Chelsea,” Blair said, looking at her feet.

   “Very well, then. Now, first of all, you may never be clothed when we are naked. So strip!”

   Chelsea barked the command loud, which caused Blair to jump a little in response, but she immediately followed the order and began to undress herself in front of us. When she was naked, I saw her fighting the urge to cover herself somehow, but she was able to overcome it and stand before us totally exposed to our gaze.

    “The simple fact that you must prove yourself worthy to us carries with it the inherent implication that you are not yet worthy, and therefore, your pussy my not be exposed. You are to stop shaving as of this night. Everywhere. No trimming outside your swimsuit lines either. No shaving your legs or your pits!”

   “Yes, Chelsea,” she replied meekly, thinking of how disgusting and repulsive her legs and pits would be in a just a few days time, being that she was very dark and hairy.

   “Hanna, come and let’s teach Blair how we do our pledge.”

   I turned Blair by her shoulders so we faced each other in a small circle, shoulder to shoulder. I placed Blair’s right hand on my Pussy, while I placed my right hand on Chelsea’s, and she did the same to Blair. I felt her finger timidly start to probe me a few seconds after I had started to probe Chelsea.

   Fifteen seconds or so later, Chelsea took her hand from Blair’s Pussy and placed it on mine. I put mine on Blair’s, and she did it to Chelsea. When Chelsea’s middle finger began exploring me, I stuck my finger deeply into Blair, and she did it to Chelsea, Another fifteen seconds or so passed while we fingered each other. Chelsea removed her right hand from me and placed it under her nose, taking in the sweet pungent aroma of all three of us. Blair and I followed suit. We all licked our fingers clean in Chelsea’s fashion.

   The TorD game was directed solely at Blair. Chelsea and I took turns with her, but we didn;t allow her to ask things of us. It started fairly light, with Truth questions like, “Do you play with yourself?”, “Have you ever seen a guy naked?”, and “Do you look at porn on the internet?” We intentionally kept the Dares light as well, like; “Bend over and use your hands to spread your cheeks for me”, or “Play with yourself,” and even having her put something up her Pussy, like a banana or a cucumber.

   The second week Blair came over, I greeted her at the door, but this time I was dressed. Following Chelsea’s order, I made her strip on the front stoop before being allowed into the house. We now denied her to ever wear clothes in the house again, even if Chelsea and I were dressed. Chelsea made her stand by a really bright reading lamp and lift her arms sh we could see how much her leg and armpit hair had grown in a week. It was a lot! Her pits were covered in a black mass of hair after just seven days! Since I knew Chelsea wasn’t going to allow her to shave for three more weeks, I also knew it would be really dense and long when she was once again allowed to shave it.

   Her pubic hair had spread out wide of her swimsuit lines, and would be immediately visible when she wore her suit at the pool. Her legs were quite hairy as well, from her ankles all the way to her crotch, with a wide trail leading down from her naval to her Pussy. One look at her face during the “inspection” told me just how humiliated she was at the hirsute look.

   That night, Chelsea and I remained dressed until much later, only Blair was naked. We ordered pizza and Chelsea made Blair answer the door and pay the delivery boy. She told Blair to be sure that she opened the door all the way and to keep the foyer light on, insuring he would have a well lit view of her hairy naked body.

   Not long after we had eaten the pizza, Blair and I followed Chelsea up to her room. Chelsea lead, followed by me, and then Blair. Once we were in her room and the door was shut and locked, Chelsea and I disrobed, and taking our places in the circle, we all performed our pledge.

   The pledge completed, Chelsea had Blair and I kneel by her bed, where she had taken a seat, her legs spread wide, exposing her smooth mound to us. “I have something I’m very excited to show you both,” Chelsea announced, her face beaming. She reached across to the drawer in her night stand and produced a small black velvet covered jewelry box, opening it facing her, so it’s contents were hidden from Blair and me.

   Chelsea studied the object in the box for a few moments and then she passed the open box to me. I saw that it was a thick gold ring, not the kind you wore on your finger or toe, but the type we had seen in women’s nipples on some of the porn sites we looked at. There was just one ring in the box. It was an inch in diameter. I touch it tentatively, feeling the smooth cool gold before handing it off to Blair for her to see. Blair didn’t touch it, or even look at it very long. She probably didn’t recognize it. She gave it back to Chelsea.

   “I have been spending a lot of time thinking about how we could draw more attention to the Divine Pussy,” Chelsea said, looking at the ring. Trying to decide what would be the most fitting and appropriate way to adorn it and enhance it’s magnificence. And, after much thought, I have decided that this is the best way to do it. Passing this gold ring through the very Folds!”

   My stomach instantly flip flopped when I got what she was suggesting. She wanted to have her labia pierced and put this ring in the hole!

   “I have done some research into this, and have found that we are not legally old enough to go out and have this done professionally. Therefore, I am going to do it myself! I got the piercing needles and solutions for sterilizing everything, and have all the things needed for aftercare.

   “This ring will serve as our identifying mark. We will share in it’s meaning and what it represents. Only those of us inn the Cult will have access to it’s true purpose.

   “Hanna,” she turned to me, “I want you to prepare my Pussy for the ring!”

   She pointed to two small plastic bottles on her night stand with some sterile swabs. Pouring alcohol on a swab, I started to wipe all around her hairless opening. She squirmed a little as the cold alcohol washed across the soft tender skin. I prepped the whole area with betadyne solution after that, throughly painting it with the dark yellow-orange liquid.

   Chelsea leaned back against her pillows and put a mirror between her legs, allowing her an unrestricted view of her Pussy. She took a pair of forceps in her right hand, while she pulled on her left outer labia between the thumb and first finger of her left hand. She clamped the forceps on herself, and a soft cry escaped from her lips as the clamp pinched her.

   She removed the heavy piercing needle from it’s protective sheath and held it where we all could see it. Taking hold of the forceps, she tugged the fat lip straight out and away from her Pussy, pulling it as tight as the skin would allow. Lining the needle up in the middle of the hole in the instrument, she gritted her teeth and drove it through.

   Her body tensed up as the burning needle bored it’s way through her, but I noticed that at the same time, she had become very wet. Mesmerized, I couldn’t look away as I watched Chelsea get the ring in the hole and push it in while pulling the needle slowly out. A special pair of pliers pressed the ring apart just enough for a ball to be slid into place. And it was done. No one spoke. We all just stared in wonder and awe at the gold ring which was now in her thick Fold.

   “Hanna?”

   “Yes, Chelsea?”

   “It’s time for your ring!”

   I felt light headed. For some reason, it had not dawned on me that she meant for my Pussy to be pierced as well. But I took her place on the bed and Chelsea knelt between my open legs. The alcohol was so cold as she wiped me all around and even inside the lips. The Betadyne painted me and I looked away, fearful of what was about to happen.

   “Blair, hold her hands,” Chelsea ordered.

   I took hold of the proffered hands and squeezed them as tightly as I could when I felt the sharp point of the needle seek the place it would go.

   Unlike Chelsea, I screamed when she pushed the needle in me. And then, it was over. The setting of the ring didn’t hurt at all. Chelsea and I looked at each other’s rings and then into each other’s faces. We hugged each other tighter than we had ever hugged before. The significance of what we now shared binding us even tighter together in the Folds.

   Four weeks after Chelsea and I were ringed, we accepted Blair into the Folds. I bathed her and shaved her in Chelsea’s bathroom, prepping her for her piercing, which I must admit, she accepted without even the slightest whimper.

   The following September, things changed for us all. I was now a Freshman at Sachem West High School, while Chelsea and Blair were still going to Baxter Street Middle School in the 8^th Grade. I had just started going steady with Ryan Billings, a Sophomore. A lot of TorD Truth questions that I took dealt with Ryan. Stuff like, did we French Kiss, or has he felt me up, had we dry humped. Those kinds of questions were pretty typical.

   The weekly Friday night meetings at Chelsea’s were  never a problem for me with my boyfriend because he always hung. out with his friends on Friday nights playing poker. Each week they would go to a different guy’s house to play. They were a pretty tight knit exclusive group of six guys; two sophomores, three juniors and a senior. They proudly referred to themselves as the Friday Night Poker Club, or, the F. N. P. C.

   One Friday, early in October, after we had taken our pledge, Chelsea said she had decided on a name and a symbol for our group. Borrowing the boy’s letters, but changing their meaning, she decreed that from that moment on, we would also refer to ourselves as the F. N. P. C. But, for us, the letters would have a much deeper significance. For us, they would represent the “Folds of the Naked Pussy Cult.” She told us that if anyone was to inquire as to what Our letters meant, that we would simply answer them with the “Fantabulously Nice person’s Club.

   To mark the date of the official naming of our group all the more meaningful to each of us, Chelsea had gone to her special jeweler had him custom make three disks out of gold. Each disk was about as thick as a half dollar, and about the same size too. Both faces of the disks had been engraved. One face read, F. N. P. C. The obverse side read, TorD. Each disk had a gold ring attached to it. Using her pliers, Chelsea pulled the ball out of each of our rings, and put the disk in our rings. It hung down pretty low, at least two inches below my Pussy. And having my mons clean shaven, the ring and disk were immediately visible if you looked between my legs. In all sincerity, I am obliged to admit that the sight of the ring and disk hanging from my Pussy was then, and even is still today, a huge turn-on for me. I touch it, even fondle it several times every day.

   Chelsea told Blair and I that she wanted to add a fourth member to the Folds, but that she had no idea who might be worthy. Blair chimed in right away, suggesting that her best friend, Lauren, another eighth grader would be worthy of consideration. She related to us that Lauren often questioned her as to why they couldn’t get together on a Friday night. Where she always was, and things like that. Chelsea asked Blair what she had revealed to her. Blair said that she had been honest, at least partially, telling her friend that she went to Chelsea’s house every Friday night. That it was just a gathering of a few girls. Pizza, videos, some games, that was all. She intentionally omitted, of course, the pledge, the nudity, the porn videos, and the every constant games of Truth or Dare.

   Lauren, it seemed, wanted more than anything to be included in the goings on, even stating to Blair that she would to anything to get invited over. Chelsea decided to see if Lauren really understood the full meaning of the word, “anything.” She instructed Blair to invite Lauren the following week, and to tell her to come at 6:00. She told the Cult that we would assemble at 5:30 in order to be ready.

  Lauren’s mother dropped her off at Chelsea’s that next Friday right at 6:00, and watched from her car as her daughter walked up the steps and walked through the door. She didn’t drive away until the big oak door was closed. What she did not, and could not see from her car, was what greeted her thirteen year old daughter when the door was shut. For there, standing under the bright light in the foyer, was Blair and me, naked, our arms at our sides, hiding nothing.

   Lauren didn’t move, or speak, but she didn’t look away either. She looked us both over many times, taking in everything she saw.

   “No one in the F. N. P. C. Hides their Pussy from another member, Lauren,” I stated matter-of-factly. “If you would like to stay here with us tonight and learn about our group, then you must strip and show yourself to us all as well.

   Keeping her eyes trained on mine, Lauren took off her clothes as naturally as if she was at her own home getting ready for a shower. Naked, she stood before us, no shame or modesty.

   She had the absolute hugest breasts I had ever seen except in a porno movie. They were mammoth! Three inch pancake nipples topped with thick long nipples capped the sagging bags of flesh.

   Lauren underwent the same things Blair had gone through before we accepted and initiated her into the cult with the pledge, the ritual shaving, and the piercing. We remained four members strong until Chelsea, Blair and Lauren came over to Sachem West the next school year. It was not long after that when Anastasia committed to being embraced in the Folds. She was a new student, a transfer, having moved to town from Atlanta. We initiated  her that fall, and then we were five.

CHELSEA’S  F. N. P. C.

By. Charles E. Campbell

CHAPTER 3

THE RETREAT

   It was exactly three weeks after Shaina’s induction into the F. N. P. C. That Chelsea began instituting drastic changes in our group. She had told me that for about two months before this that she had felt an urgent need to instill in “Her girls” a greater sense of dedication to the group. She would require a deeper level of commitment from us as well. Chelsea came to the conclusion that the best way to achieve these goals would be by expanding our rituals and by exacting additional rules. 

   The first new rule She instituted was that we were all now required to wear skirts or dresses to school Mondays through Thursday, and the shorter the better. We were to wear the shortest skirts our parents would allow.  We all knew, without being told, that this would also mean no underwear too. Bras would be acceptable, but panties and thongs were out. Fridays we could dress as we pleased; sweats, jeans, whatever. No skirts or dresses though on Fridays.

   The second new rule was that each of us was required to flash our pussy at someone during one of the four days we were dressed in a skirt or dress. We were required to keep a log of when, where, and who we flashed, as well as how that person reacted to it. We were not allowed to flash the same person more than once in any month.

   A third rule was also instituted, but it only applied to those of us who were on the Varsity Swim Team. From now on, we would be denied any degree of modesty in the locker room. No wrapping ourselves in towels to get to and from the showers. We were expected to show off our shaved pussies whenever we were changing. If anyone was to ask us why we were bald, or ask about our labial ring, we could answer in any way we chose, but we were never to tell about the F. N. P. C.

   A fourth rule Chelsea decreed was that we were all to be naked the entire evening at our weekly gatherings at her house. We could enter the house clothed, but we had to now strip in the vestibule as soon as we shut the front door.

   Chelsea also added a new “sacrament” to our ritual; in Her bedroom. After fingering each member and ourselves in the silnet pledge, Chelsea would take her place in the center of the circle. It was my responsibility to kneel before Her, holding a very expensive crystal wine decanter. Chelsea would then spread Her legs while I placed the decanter up under Her skirt, positioning it right against Her pussy. She would then urinate into the decanter. Each Friday afternoon She would make a point of drinking a lot of water during dinner to insure that there would be an ample amount of urine in the decanter. 

    When She was empty, Chelsea would nod to me, I would then remove the decanter and hand the golden offering to the youngest of the girls. Once the elixir was safe, I got under Her skirt and lick the Divine Pussy clean, savoring the honor proudly, as I was the sole cult member who was ever allowed to clean up our Priestess.

   Every member of the cult had her own crystal goblet with her name etched into it. Chelsea had ordered them through a we4dding gifts catalogue. I would accept the decanter back and pour some of it’s contents into each girl’s goblet, trying to make sure they all had the same amount. When their glasses were done, I would pour the remainder of the decanter into my own goblet and return to my place in the circle. All of this took place in total silence. Never was a word spoken, all eyes on the rite as it unfolded.

   “I share with you all, My disciples, the elixir that flows freely from between the folds. My water is your sacrament. Take and drink this liquid to sustain you and hold you fast in worship to the Naked Pussy.” Saying this, Chelsea would lift Her skirt, exposing Herself to us. We would hold our glasses high, looking freely from the Divine Pussy to our upheld golden offering. I would give a signal, and together as one, we would all drink down Chelsea’s urine as quickly as possible, ever vigilant never to spill even the slightest drop.

   Chelsea had, of course been right. It wasn’t very long before Her new rules and ritual alterations started to have the desired effect on us all. She saw it manifested in a variety of different ways.

   The talks we always had while we ate dinner rarely dealt with school gossip any more. The

topics now centered around our individual deeper commitment to the group. We all abstained from masturbation during the week, only doing it on Friday nights when we were assembled. Our weekly TorD sessions were much edgier now. Testing each other’s resolve and fortitude. Seeing if each of us felt a strong enough dedication to us all to perform any task, bare our soul for the greater good of the clan.

   One Friday night, Anastasia accepted a dare from me. I dared her to masturbate at home, and she was to make sure her eight year old sister caught her doing it. She had to make she she was as exposed as possible, and she was to prolong the experience for a minimum of ten minutes. How she delt with her sister later was to be her problem.

   Blair accepted a truth from my sister Shaina in which she was asked if she had ever tasted her own menses, and if she had, she was to tell us everything about it.

   Blair was completely mortified by the question. None of us knew that she had done this. No one! But Blair felt strongly that these TorD’s made the bonds between us all the stronger. Fortifying the group. So she stood up, and proudly looked right into Chelsea’s eyes as she answered, “Yes. I have!

   “I can’t honestly remember when it was, but it was during the past year. I was changing my tampon, and some blood smeared on my finger. Without even thinking, kinda like it was a small scratch, I put my finger in my mouth and sucked it clean.

   “Just as fast as I had put it in my mouth, I pulled it out when I realized what it was I was tasting. But then a strange feeling came over me. I started to think of where the blood had come from, and so I dipped my pledging finger into my pussy and swirled it around before pulling it out. I looked at my finger all covered ion blood, and then I closed my eyes and tasted my blood again. I just kept doing it. Over and over again. Many times, until my lips were covered in my blood, and the taste was overpowering.

   “Every month, I perform this same ritual now.”

    Even Chelsea was stunned. In awe of this soul baring revelation. Her fertile minds started planning on incorporating this into our group’s weekly ritual as well.

   After that, I accepted a dare from Lauren. I had to order meals for everyone at the McDonald’s drive through, and I was to be naked. All of the girls piled into my mom’s mini van. They were all dressed. They all made sure their orders were as complicated as possible, insuring that it would get screwed up. As we got the bags of food, they made me check each one while some pimply faced loser ogled me with his mouth hanging open. When everyone was satisfied with their order, I was allowed to pul away. 

   Shaina took a dare from Anastasia that she had to streak through the Home Depot. She had to go through the whole store, staring in the far back corner and coming out the front. Anastasia did cut her a little slack in that she was allowed to run. She didn’t have to walk through the store. We all went to the store with her. Lauren went to the rear of the store with her. Shaina got out of her clothes as fast as she could when she thought all was clear, and handed her things to Lauren. She started running right up the aisle as fast as she could, her bare feet slapping on the hard concrete floor. It was a Friday night, so the store wasn’t too congested. At least not like it would have been on s Saturday morning!. But still, at least thirty or forty people saw a naked teen flash them by. Three of the store’s associate tried to catch her, but she dodged between them near a narrow display and headed for the parking lot and the safety of our mini van.

   That same night, Chelsea made a scared vow to us all. She told us that She would never allow any part of a male into contact with Her Naked Pussy. She said that the Naked Pussy was the essence female. Therefore, the male was unworthy. This didn’t just mean penetration by a penis. It meant no fingering, and no male’s mouth or tongue would ever be allowed. Only another female could share in the worship of the labial folds and be part of the secrets they held, because only a female could truly comprehend the depth of the offering.

   Chelsea was constantly looking for new and better ways to extend her control of “Her girls.” Looking for ways to increase our devotion to Her, and at the same time bring us all even closer together. One of the things she felt was most lacking was our time spent together. Friday nights for four hours worked well in the infancy of the F. N. P. C., but a week was a long time between group meetings. Even extending Her dominance over us with Her dress code and flashing wasn’t enough. It was time for something more.

   My parents had a summer cabin up in the woods of southern New Hampshire. It belonged to my mom’s parents originally. My mother spent all of her summers there as she grew up. Swimming and fishing in the big pond, exploring the heavily wooded twenty-five acres and camping out under the stars with her siblings and their friends. Chelsea made the decision that we would all go on a weekend retreat. We could all leave together right after school on a Friday. I could drive us all up. We would have Friday night, all day Saturday, Sunday morning, and we could still get home early enough on Sunday evening to tackle our homework.

   Chelsea came to me first with her plan, and told me to talk to my parents about it. I had to figure out a way to sell the idea to them that six girls up there alone, no adults, would be okay. I really didn’t believe it would be very hard to get permission from my parents, because my mother had often told Shaina and me about the times she went up to the cabin without her parents, both with friends and even alone a few times. It turned out that my mother was comfortable with the idea, but my father took a bit of convincing. He said he wasn’t concerned about me, but Shaina was younger and he was worried about her. Mom helped me convince him that Shaina knew the land rally well, and that the six of us would stay together the whole weekend. We weren’t even going to leave the property except when we were coming home. He acquiesced, after exacting promises from both of us that we would call on our cell phones when we arrived, when we were leaving, and each morning and night. Shaina and I both agreed to his demands.

   At the next meeting of the group, after we played our game of TorD, Chelsea announced her plans for the upcoming F. N. P. C. Retreat. She told us all where we would be going, how we would get there, and that each member would have to be in attendance. If even one member couldn’t go, then the whole group wouldn’t go. The folds of the circle could not be broken. She told us that we should pack a suitcase with clothes, pajamas, swim suits, toiletries, and the like. We needed sleeping nags as well. She added that the pajamas and clothes were only being packed to quell any possible suspicions our parents might have. The cult would be naked 24/7 for the entire weekend. No modesty. No privacy.

   Blair was the only girl whose mother didn’t want to allow her to go. She told her daughter that she just wasn’t comfortable with her being so far away, and without any parental supervision. No matter how hard she tried, Blair wasn’t able to get her mother to budge from her position. With tears in her eyes, Blair called Chelsea the Wednesday night before we were scheduled to leave and told her that she wasn’t allowed to go. Chelsea calmed her down, and was able to find out what her mother’s problems were. “I’ll take care of it, Blair,” Chelsea reassured her follower. “Give me five minutes, then call me bac.”

   Chelsea hung up the phone and quickly dialed me on her speed dial. “Hanna,” Chelsea started without pause, “Blair’s mother won’t let her go. She’s afraid we can’t take care of ourselves alone. I want Blair’s mom to talk with your mom. Maybe she’d be able to convince her, okay?”

   “Sure, Chelsea,” I said. “She’s in the kitchen helping Shaina with her science project. I’ll ask her to call Blair’s mom.”

   “No, Hanna,” she blurted in, “I’ll tell Blair to have her mother call your mom. I think that would be better.”

   “Okay.”

   Chelsea called Blair right back and told her to ask her mother to cal my mom. Blair agreed, of course, and went to her mother, pleading with her to at least call and talk with one of the other moms. She agreed and called as Blair stood next to her.

   “Sharon,” Blair’s mom asked?

   “Yes, Jeanne. How are you?”

   “I’m fine thanks, and you?”

   “I’m fine, too. What can I do for you?”

   “Well, Blair asked me to call you. You see, I’m really not too keen on this plan the girls have come up with for the weekend. Blair had been begging me about letting her go up to your summer place with her girlfriends, but I’m just not too comfortable with it. Six girls alone in the woods?”

   “Jeanne, I understand your feelings. I really do. And I respect them. Not many parents have the ability to say no to their kids anymore. But I would like to share a few things with you, okay?”

   “Of course, Sharon. I guess that’s why I called. I mean, I don’t want to be a prude or something about it....”

   “I know. I know.

   “Listen. We’ve been going up to the cabin with Hanna and Shaina since they were infants. I’ve been going up there since I was little as well.

    “The cabin is located only four miles from the village of Canfield, and Hanna knows most of the residents and they know her. I’ve already called and told some of them that the girls will be up there. They’ll check in on them from time to time. Hanna and Shaina both know all about water safety. They’re both certified lifeguards with CPR training. They know how to use the wood stove for cooking and heat if need be. We have Coleman lanterns which both girls know how to use. There is no electricity up there, no running water, no phones, but all the kids have cell phones, and the reception at the cabin is really good. They just put in a new tower a few miles east of the town.

   “The decision is yours, of course, Jeanne. But the kids are probably more safe up there alone for the weekend than they would be at the mall.”

   “Thanks, Sharon. I appreciate your candor. I don’t know what I’ll decide, but I do feel so much better getting another mom’s perspectives.”

   “You’re welcome. G’night.”

   Blair stood a few feet from her mother throughout the conversation, trying to read her mother’s facial expressions for clues. “Blair,” her mother said, “I’m going to be honest with you. I am still not comfortable with this idea at all, and I do not think you should go. But,” and she held up her hand to stop Blair’s interrupting, “but I will think it over tonight and talk with your father about it some more. I’ll give you my answer in the morning. That’s the best I ca do.”

   Blair gave her mother a big hug saying, “Thanks, Mom. I love you.” Then, breaking the embrace, she scurried off to her room for privacy so she could call her Priestess to inform here of what had happened.

   Over breakfast the next morning, Blair was exceptionally quiet. Everything she held dear hung on the balance of the next few minutes, so she didn’t want to seem too anxious.

   “I guess you’re waiting for me,” Blair’s mom said seemingly out of nowhere. “I spoke with your father again last night at great length. He even called Mrs. Morris after you went to bed and spoke with her at great length as well.

   “You father sees nothing wrong in allowing you to go. He is confident in your maturity and feels you will act responsibly. I am not of the same mind, however. Six young girls alone in the woods for a weekend just does not sit right with me.

   “However, being that I seem to be the only parent who feels that way, I have decided to let you go.” Blair sprang from her seat to hug her. “But,” she continued emphatically, “I do not want to be disappointed at my decision, young lady! I expect regular phone calls. Do not, I repeat, do not make me call you! Do you understand?”

   “Yes, Mom! Yes. I promise I will. Don’t worry. I’ll show you how grown up I am. I promise!”

   Blair bolted out the door and ran to the corner to catch the school bus, bursting at the seams to tell her “Sisters” that she could go. That “They” could go.

   Early Friday morning, I kissed my Mom goodbye, and reassured her that I would watch over the girls during the weekend. I checked to make sure she had all of our cell phone numbers entered into her speed dial too. Shaina put both of our bags in the Pacifica, and we were off to pick up the rest of the clan at their houses and stow their luggage. Chelsea lived the closest to us, so naturally we swung by her house first. She had no pretenses of luggage, just a back pack was all she brought with her. As Shaina lifted it into the bag of the van, she was surprised by how heavy it was. Also, their were odd metallic noises coming from it as she set it down in the back.

   We got Lauren and Blair next, and I showed the list of emergency numbers I stored in my cell phone to Blair’s Mom. Anastasia was last, and we even made it to school on time, with the promise that we would meet again at the car right after school let out.

   The trip up to New Hampshire was uneventful. After much animated talk about the weekend alone together, Chelsea drifted off to sleep, while Shaina and Anastasia listened to their I-Pods. Lauren and Blair chatted quietly. I drove very conservatively, not wanting to attract any attention to the van and it’s six young female passengers.

   Other than a quick pit stop, we only stopped when we arrived in Canfield. We all got out of the van to stretch our legs at Petersen’s General Store and pick up some food. Perishables mostly. Milk, eggs, butter, bread. Typical items. My mother had put together two large boxes with cereals, canned soups, bottled water, soda, toilet paper, and the like which was in the van.

   Mr. Howard, the owner of Petersen’s asked me some questions about our plans. He had been told to expect us and said that we should feel free to call him if we needed anything. He gave me his home phone number as well as the one for the store just to “be sure,” he said. I thanked him for his kindness and we drove off for the cabin.

   As I pulled off the two lane county highway onto the private dirt road that winds up the hill to the cabin, Chelsea told me to stop the van. The trees that surrounded the rutted road were dense and close to the road. I stopped right when She told me. Chelsea ordered us all out of the van and said, “Stand in Processional order!” None of us spoke as we obeyed Her orders. “Strip yourselves!”

   We did as She commanded and then resumed our positions in order. Naked.

   “There will be total nakedness from this point until we get back into the van for the trip back home. No clothes at all, not even shoes will be allowed. If anyone from the town comes to check up on us, you will have to hide, and I will deal with it.

   “Shaina, get My bag,” She ordered.

   Shaina broke rank and went to the back of the van to retrieve the heavy back pack. Returning with it, she placed it at Chelsea’s feet and resumed her place in the line. Chelsea squatted down and unzipped the bag, pulling out a stout length of iron chain, with steel shackles welded to it every three feet. She laid the chain on the ground along the left side of our line and proceeded to lock a shackle on the left ankle of each of us, starting with Anastasia, and ending with me. She picked up her back pack, which was considerably lighter now, and said, “You are to walk to the cabin, in total silence. Not a word is to be spoken. I want you all to think about the purpose of our Retreat, how it can be meaningful for you, and therefore for us all. Reflect on the folds, the Naked Pussy, of it’s hidden meanings, and our joy for being allowed to worship it.”

   Chelsea got into the van and drove up the road. Looking back in the rearview mirror, She smiled  as we tried to figure out how to walk together, in step. Working together, as one. Heading to the cabin to further tighten our bonds, welding us together in the sacred Folds.

   It took us better than twenty minutes to make our fettered way up the old dirt road to the cabin. Small rocks and stones attacked the soft soles of our feet as we made the climb. Arriving at the cabin, we found Chelsea waiting for us. To our collective amazement, she was topless, her small breasts standing our proud from her chest. Her long golden hair was hanging free, gently moving in the light evening breeze. She was wearing a soft diaphanous ivory peasant skirt very low on her hips, at least six inches below her navel. Leather thong sandals protected Her feet from the rough ground.

   We stopped our march in front of our Priestess ands awaited her commands. We were all quite out of breath from the strain of the walk and were breathing heavily. We were bathed in a lustrous sheen of sweat in the now dying light.

   Chelsea tossed the key to the shackles to Anastasia and told her to remove our chain. Once free, we all looked back to Chelsea for direction.

   “As I stated earlier, none of you shall be clothed this weekend for the retreat. Additionally, no one will be allowed to bathe our wipe yourself after your toilet. No deodorant, perfume, or bug repellants as well. The fragrances adorning us will only be those provided by Mother Nature herself.

   “Hanna,” She said, looking directly at me. “You and Sister Shaina will prepare the cabin. Start up the stove, adjust the lights, open the windows, and any other things like that. Lauren and Blair, the two of you shall prepare our evening meal. And Sister Anastasia, you will set the table for us.”

   We broke formation and set off on our appointed tasks. After we had gone, Chelsea pulled a small dark blue velvet jewelry case from the pocket of her skirt. She removed a large sterling silver ring. Gazing at it for a few moments, She kissed it, and turning her back to the cabin, She inserted the ring deep in Her vagina.

   We had all assumed our places at the table for dinner, with Chelsea seated at the head. I was to her right. Before eating, Chelsea caught my eye, and moved my eyes with Hers to an empty crystal decanter in the middle of the table. Taking my cue from Her, I picked up the decanter and knelt beside Her as She stood up. Reaching under Her skirt, I held the decanter while She emptied Her bladder into it. The vile odor began to fill my nostrils immediately.  Unbeknownst to the group, Chelsea had avoided drinking anything for the past eight hours, making Her urine highly concentrated and such a deep shade of yellow that it almost appeared to be orange. I licked my Priestess clean, and then poured out the elixir for all to share.

   “I offer a toast,” Chelsea began, raising Her glass of pure bottled spring water, “To the Sisters of the Folds of the Naked Pussy Cult.” She drank Her glass down in one big gulp, defying us to follow suit. We all did the same, fighting waves of nausea from the horrible combination of the rank smell and the bitter acrid taste.

   With dinner over, we all waited while Blair and Lauren cleaned up the table, then, in Processional order we headed for the edge of the pond to form our circle, and formally open the retreat. We performed our finger pledge, and for the first time, we were all fully aware of the smells that originated deep within our Pussies. None of us had showered since before we left that morning for school, and we were sticky still from the sweaty trek up the road.

   The pledge taken, Chelsea officially declared the retreat open. “I wish to inform you all that I am naming Sister Hanna as My Mouth Maiden,” She began. Among her duties will be the care and maintenance of the Priestess’ Pussy. Included in this is shaving, cleaning, menstrual care, and oral worship. From this day forward, no one is worthy of oral worship of the divine Pussy, except the Mouth Maiden. All of you will partake of worship only through the Pussy of the Mouth Maiden, and you are all hereby required to worship her Pussy twice weekly.

   Secondly, from this day forward, whenever one of us is menstruating, we will part the Folds and partake of that sacred wellspring as well.

   Chelsea paused a few seconds to check the reactions of Her followers to Her decrees. Seeing none, She turned Her back on the assemblage and lifted Her skirt to retrieve the ring. Holding the ring up high to the starlit night sky, she intoned, “ I give you the sacred ring of the F. N. P. C. This ring will be consecrated tonight, and from this night forth, it will be a symbol of the power and divinity of the Naked Folds. Only those who know and accept it’s true meaning may share in it’s keys to the locks and secrets of divine wisdom.”

   Chelsea passed the ring to me to look at. Instantly I recognized the design it bore. The intricate folds in silver spreading open to reveal the open female vulva. Lovingly, I kissed the ring before dipping it deep into my own Pussy. I swirled it around inside me, coating it in my wetness, and handed it to Blair, who repeated the ritual. It was then passed to Lauren, then Shaina, and finally to  Anastasia. The ring was baptized in the female well of each Sister of the Folds. Then, and only then, after the ring had been adoringly kissed and had traveled deeply into each of our Pussies, did Chelsea place it on the middle finger of Her right hand. Holding up for us to see, She recited, “Bow to the Ring, then worship My Pussy.”

   We all dropped to the grass covered ground by the pond and pressed our faces to it. After an appropriate time passed, the Sisters, in processional order worshiped my Pussy. Always bringing me to the brink of orgasm, but never taking me over the edge.

   When each of them had worshiped my Pussy, I climbed under Chelsea’s skirt and worshiped the divine Pussy. Kissing and licking, tasting the free flowing wetness that emanated from the sacred well. As Her release neared, Chelsea pointed to Shaina and then to my open Pussy. Knowing what was expected, Shaina knelt between my open thighs and started lapping at the sopping wet Pussy. Chelsea and I both climaxed in unison, our moans echoing across the starlit pond. The retreat had begun.

   The sunlight poured through the open window of the room Chelsea and I shared. Chelsea slept in the double bed my parents always use, while I slept of the floor at the foot of the bed. Ready, if and whenever my Priestess needed me. The rest of the girls all slept on the floor in the main room. Lauren and Blair slept in each other’s arms.

   Chelsea got up quietly and put on her peasant skirt. She pulled a skimpy top of a string bikini out of her bag and covered her small breasts with it. Quietly, she padded past the sleeping girls and went to the kitchen, where she poured herself a large glass of ice cold orange juice, which she took with her out onto the front porch. Lowering herself into one the  Adirondack chairs, she took in the spectacle of the new day. Sunlight playing across the tops of the white pines, and igniting the tiny gentle ripples on the pond. An already warm breeze was hinting that the day promised to be hot.

   In the distance, Chelsea could hear the faint, but unmistakable sound of an approaching car. She turned her eyes in the direction of the sound, and saw an old beat up Jeep Wrangler cresting the hill and heading toward the cabin. She waited a few moments before standing up and coming down off the porch in her bare feet to greet the driver. A magnetic sign on the driver’s door identified the car with advertising for Petersen’s General Store. Mr. Howard, the owner was behind the wheel.

   “G’morning young lady,” he called out cheerily from his open window.

   “Good morning, Sir,” she called back, as he got closer.

   “Mrs. Morris asked me to check in on you girls to see if evrythin’s alright.”

   “Thank you for your concern, Mr. Howard. We’re fine. The girls are still sleeping. We all got to bed late last night, so they’re all still sleeping in.”

   Chelsea caught him trying not to stare at her exposed midriff and tiny top as he talked to her. “Anythin’ you’ll be needin’,” he queried, trying to look past Chelsea and catch a glimpse of the rest of us.

   “No, but thank you. We’re fine.  We’ll call you if we have a problem. Promise.”

   “Well,......okay then. I’ll be headin’ to the store. Bye.” Mr. Howard pout the Jeep in gear and started to pull away. Chelsea saw him look back at her in his rearview mirror for one last peek, as she waved.

   When the car was out of sight, Shaina and I, both naked, came out of the cabin and stood on either side of Chelsea. She looked at her two naked followers and grinned.

   After the Cult had finished breakfast, and Lauren and Blair had cleaned up the kitchen, Chelsea had us all assemble on the small dock at the edge of the pond. Chelsea still wore her bikini top along with her white peasant skirt. We had just completed our pledge, and had all imbibed in Chelsea’s golden waters. Chelsea held a black silk bag in Her hand, which she raised up so we all could see it, and wonder what it might contain.

   “I have a gift for each of you. It’s a small token that is to serve as a remembrance of our Retreat together.” She reached into the bag and removed a dark wooden statuette, about six inches tall, and three inches in diameter at it’s widest point. “This is an ancient Polynesian Fertility Goddess,” She continued. “It represents the reproductive mysteries of the female.”

   She handed the first statuette to me, and then, one at a time, She presented an identical one to the rest of the girls. Everyone was looking at theirs, feeling the smoothly sanded oiled wood, and examining the intricate hand carved details in each.

   The goddess represented had sharp pointed breasts that jutted straight out for the body, capped by pencil point nipples. The bloated belly was clearly that of a pregnant woman, very close to giving birth. The legs were folded at the knees, exposing a vagina that was dilated. The labia was painstakingly detailed.

   “Hanna, I want you to instruct the girls on the proper method of consecrating their gifts.”

   Stepping into the middle of the circle, I said, “I want each of you to stand with your legs spread apart.” I watched them all do as I ordered, feeling proud in the control Chelsea was giving me over the rest of the girls. “Now, I want you to insert your statue into your Pussy, as deep as you can.” Again I watched as the girls slid the dry wood up into themselves. “Deeper, Lauren. C’mon Blair, push it up in there. That’s it.

   “Now, rub your clit.”

   The girls all started masturbating with the hard wooden statute filling them. I did the same as I watched each one in turn, making sure that none of them came. Shaina looked to me to be just about ready to explode, so I called out, “Stop!”

   “Remove your statue, and pass it to the girl on your right. That’s good. Now, push that statue into your pussy. Very good, now rub yourself again.”

   I continued this sequence until the statues had made it around the circle, and each of us had shared her gift with each one’s pussy. Finally, I had them re-insert their statues into themselves, and masturbate until they all came. Myself included.

   After the blessing of the stautes, Chelsea called for Anasatasia to follow her. She told the rest of us to remain where we were and to wait until we were called for. “No talking,” She admonished us as she walked away.

   Anastasia followed her Priestess from the pond to the back of the cabin, where the old picnic table sat out in the bright sunlight. “Get up on the table and lie on your back, Anastasia,” She commanded.

   “Yes, Chelsea,” she replied. She climbed up on the old splintered table top.

   “Bend your knees and bring your feet up to your butt,” She ordered. When Anastasia’s legs were pulled back tight, Chelsea strapped a leather belt around each leg, around the thigh and calf, about five inches up from the knee. Efficiently keeping the legs up and apart, and her Pussy exposed.

   In this position, Anastasia wasn’t able to see what her Priestess was doing, but she did hear the metallic sound of something being put on the table between her open legs. Then she felt something pressing against the sacred opening at the juncture of her legs. A moment later, she heard an electric motor start to whir, and something invaded her opening. In and out. In and out. Not very fast, and not too deep. Just a relentless and steady assault.

   “I will return in a little while, Sister Anastasia. Please feel free to cum at anytime if the urge should overtake you.”

   Saying that, Chelsea left her there, alone, and went to the front of the cabin. She waved to her disciples to come to Her. In strict processional order, we processed across the grass to her. She then lead us to the back of the cabin, where we were met by the spectacle of Anastasia being raped by the dildo on the motor.

   “Gather ‘round your Sister, My ladies, and watch as her sweet folds caress and envelope the phallus as it enters and exits her sacred hole. Watch as her lips milk the phallus, both giving and receiving pleasure at the same time.”

   We all stood around the table and watched as Anastasia was fucked by the relentless machine. For better than thirty minutes. She came multiple times as the mechanized rape continued unabated. Chelsea saw that Anastasia’s strength was ebbing from her as her juices flowed from her and coated the dildo, creating a puddle on the table top. Anastasia had been rendered unable to even react to her orgasms, other than to shake a little with each one.

   “Hanna,” Chelsea ordered me. “Unbind Sister Anastasia and replace her with a Sister of your choosing.”

   “Yes, my Priestess.”

   I turned off the machine and tried to gently slide the dildo from between her red and swollen lips I undid the two belts and motioned from Blair and Lauren to help the feable girl off the table.

   “Sister Blair,” I announced. “On the table if you please.”

   I strapped Blair’s legs as Anastasia’s had been and hooked her up to the machine. I didn’t change or clean the dildo, so Anastasia’s lubricant helped to make it slide right into Blair’s tight little hole. Chelsea reached over and turned on the motor, and then she sped up the R.P.M.’s, increasing the number of penetrations per minutes.

   We all watched, amazed, as Blair’s thick lips seemed to inhale and exhale the rubber cock. Her inner lips are uncommonly large, and they would fan out as the dildo withdrew from her, and they were pulled in on the thrusts. Blair came, over and over again. Better than fifteen times, before she was reduced to a whimpering drooling heap, not responding at all to the battering between her legs.

   Before we went back into the cabin for lunch, each girl in turn had been made to withstand  the mechanical rape. I was last, and being of a higher stature as Mouth Maiden to the Priestess, I was made to endure the machine’s cold heartless assault for an entire hour. Everyone stood and watched the whole time. I could barely walk when my ordeal was completed, and I was stiff and sore for three days after.

   After lunch, we were al allowed an hour of private time to do with as we each wanted. We could nap, call home, read, wander the grounds, or anything else. We had to assemble on the dock at precisely 2:00. I chose to sleep, as I was throughly drained after the machine had done it’s work in me.

   We reconvened the conclave on the dock at 2:00 and waited for our Priestess. Chelsea arrived a few minutes after us, with a backpack. She set the backpack down on the grass by the edge of the pond

   “Renew your vows,” she said. We performed our pledge and looked to Her for direction.

   Chelsea removed her bikini top and let us all stare at her small chest as she stood at the edge of the dock. She kept the peasant skirt on, so her Pussy and legs were still hidden somewhat under the light airt material.

   “You all know first hand of the sweet delights and soul reaching pleasures provided by the folds and lips of the sacred hole.

   “But the body feminine is not just about pleasure, My Sisters. It is also about pain. Real pain. Enduring it. Accepting it. Cherishing it. Embracing it. In the exact same way that we would pleasure. The two are forever joined together as one. Balanced. In total harmony. Giving and receiving. The Yin and the Yang. It is of utmost importance that we experience both of these side of the Naked Pussy. The realm of pain as well as the realm of pleasure.

   “You will all remain here until I send for you. In silence. I want you to meditate on the words I have shared with you. Try and see their deepest meanings.

   “Sister Hanna, take My  backpack and come with Me.”

   “Yes, Priestess,” I answered, trailing behind her.

   We didn’t head towards the cabin, but instead, we walked the distance across the filed and into the woods. There was no path there, so the going was slow through the trees and rocks, dead trees and leaves.

   We had walked a few hundred yards into the woods, when Chelsea abruptly stopped and turned to face me. She looked me in straight in the eyes for a long moment, before saying, “Open the back pack and take out the things you’ll find.”

   I opened it up and took out several length of stout rope as well as a pair of heavy black leather padded wrist and ankle cuffs. I looked from the cuffs to Chelsea, completely dumbfounded about what I held in my hands, and not understanding what was going on.

   “Please place the cuff on my wrists and ankles. Make sure you buckle them tightly. They must not pull off, no matter what.” Chelsea stepped out of her peasant skirt and let it gather on the ground at her bare feet. 

   I followed her orders, making sure they were buckled as tightly as possible.

   “Now I want you to tie a length of rope to each cuff. Make sure of your knots. They must not slip or pull out.”

   I tied a piece of rope to the ring in each cuff. I made sure of my knots, checking them several times each to see that they were secure.

   “Throw the two ropes from My wrists over that branch,” She said, pointing to a thick branch about eight feet over our heads. “Then tie them off to another tree.”

   Looking up, I saw the thick limb. It was easy to lob the two ropes over it. After I had tied the ropes off on a nearby tree, I looked to Chelsea for more direction, still bewildered about what we were doing.

   “Now you have to do My feet. One at a time. Pull the ropes tight. I have to be suspended high off the ground.”

   She saw the fear in my eyes, and said, “It okay, Hanna. Really. It’s okay. This is something I must do, for all of the girls and for the Cult as well. Please. Just do as I tell you, please.”

   I picked up the rope that was tied to Her left ankle and threw it over a branch on different tree. As I pulled the rope tight, Chelsea lost her balance and hopped around on the ball of her right foot trying to stay upright. I tied off that rope and then took the last one a threw it over a branch. As I pulled on it, Chelsea’s feet left the ground, and She was hanging suspended by her wrists and ankles, almost four feet off the ground.

   The way I had pulled and fastened the ropes to Her ankles had caused Chelsea’s Pussy to be pulled into an obscenely gaping hole, viable to anyone who came upon Her in the woods. I bent over and kissed the wet clit that had been forced from it’s burrow by the spread legs. I slid my tongue back and forth, extracting a soft moan from Chelsea. Chelsea told me what She wanted from me, how it was to be done.  What She expected. She saw the reluctance, and added, “Endure this with grace and composure and I will pleasure you Myself. With all of the Sisters as witnesses.”

   I left Hr there, hanging from Her bonds, and returned to the pond and the Sisters. I lead them all back to the place in the woods where our Priestess was. Single file. I took my time doing it. Low and deliberate steps, full of the knowledge of what would greet them all.

   As we neared the naked and suspended form of our Priestess, shock and lack of comprehension registered on all of their face. Not only was Chelsea naked before them, but Her Pussy was fully exposed. Displayed. Open in Her bondage.

   “Kneel before the Naked Pussy, which has been opened as an offering to us all!” I ordered forcefully. The girls all fell to their knees, but not a one looked away from the sight of the glistening slit.

   “As our Priestess has told us, Sisters, the Naked Pussy is the source of both pleasure and pain. It brings all things into balance and harmony.

   “Pay close attention, for I am about to demonstrate to you all the one true and acceptable way to worship the Naked Folds.” I scanned the kneeling girls, making sure I had their ful attention, and then I knelt between Chelsea’s splayed legs and began to pleasure Her. In a matter of a few seconds, Chelsea was thirsting and moaning in ecstasy to the flood of sensations emanating from Her very core. Abruptly, I ceased my oral ministrations. I stood up, licking Her taste from my lips. All eyes were upon me now as I went to the back pack and removed a soft brown leather belt. I made sure they were all looking at the belt, bewildered, and then I went back and stood before the open Pussy.

   I doubled the belt up and looked long and hard at the object of our affection. And then I brought the belt down upon it. Hard. Striking Chelsea directly on Her mound and clit. Her response was stoic. Gritting Her teeth, She pulled hard at the restraints, but uttered not a sound.

I waited, allowing the pain to ebb, and then I struck Her again, and again. A total of five lashes on the Sacred Pussy. Tears fell from Her eyes, but She still held fast, and made no sound. Her Pussy was bright red, and the delicate lips were beginning to swell from the harsh abuse.

   “Anastasia,” I said, shattering the silence, “Come and worship the Divine Pussy as I have instructed you.”

   I guided Anastasia down to her knees between Chelsea’s legs and pushed her head forward, to lick and suck the red hot Folds. Keeping a watchful eye on Chelsea to prevent an unwanted climax, I pulled Anastasia away at just the right high point and handed the belt to her. Fear consumed the sixteen year old as the thought of whipping her friend’s Pussy frightened her. Nevertheless, she brought the belt down on the open lips with such strength that she forced a loud grunt to escape through Chelsea’s tightly gritting teeth, and She twisted violently in Her bonds. Anastasia jumped back, recoiling from the sound the impact made as it reverberated in the woods. Her eyes searched out mine for some sign of deliverance from this terrible task she had to undertake. All I gave her was a smile and a nod to continue.

   The next stroke was way wide and high of the target, landing just below Chelsea’s belly button. It brought a dark pink rectangular welt to the soft tender lower belly skin on impact, and a cry from Chelsea. Anastasia didn’t wait on her last three strokes, instead, they rained in hard and fast, in quick succession. All of Chelsea’s valiant attempts at maintained Her resolve were gone, and She was screaming in pain. Tears poured freely from Her eyes as Her head thrashed about wildly in agony.

   I waited until Chelsea had stopped screaming, and then I beckoned Shaina to perform her worship. Then Lauren, and lastly Blair and the worship was complete. By the time the tortuous ordeal had ended, Chelsea was a mass of swollen red welts, from Her thighs to Her mid stomach. The lips of Her pussy were puffed and tender. A wet patch on the soft leafy ground beneath Her bore witness to the fact that She had lost bladder control during the worship of her Divine Pussy.

   I gently untied the ropes of Chelsea’s ankles and then Her arms, as all the Sisters helped Her to regain Her footing. Chelsea pushed us all away, and ordered us all to lay down on the ground on our backs, with our legs spread open. She then proceeded to worship each Disciple’s Pussy, one after the other, in processional order, brining each Sister to a climax.

   When She got top me, Chelsea ordered the Sisters to cuff me and suspended me from a tree as She had been. I was petrified that She was going to make me endure what She had, and the fear that it gave me was unlike anything I had ever felt before, or even since. But, instead, Chelsea knelt between my legs and gave oral ministrations to my spread Pussy. Slowly. Deliberately. She built me to a crescendo until I screamed out in the most intense orgasm I had ever had coursed through me in tidal waves of      pleasure, racking my body quite literally from head to toe.

   Shaina and Anastasia released me from the suspension, and we fell into Processional order behind our Priestess for the walk back to the cabin to prepare dinner. Many of the Sisters called home to ease their parent’s worries and give false reports about what they had been doing up here. Chelsea and I disappeared into the bedroom and I applied a soothing lotion to Her angry welts and swollen labia.

   Just as we were all seated and about to start dinner, we heard the sound of a car approaching, so

everyone, except Chelsea, slipped from the room and hid outside, behind the cabin. Chelsea, once again dressed in her bikini top and peasant skirt, went to investigate.

   It was just Mr. Howard from the store in town coming to check in on us. The thoughtful gentleman had brought marshmallow, graham crackers and Hershey bars with the thought that we could roast s’mores.

   Chelsea thanked him for his kindness, and reading the quizzical look on his face, added that the girls were all napping before dinner, as we were all worn out from hiking, swimming, and exploring the woods all day.            

   The evening was quiet. Chelsea wanted us all to reflect on what we had done all day. What we had witnessed and how it effected us. Before retiring for the night, Chelsea announced, “You all need to know that, from this day forward, every Friday night, a different one of you will be worshiped as I was today. The method for selecting who is to be worshiped will be explained at the next meeting. You will not be made to endure five strokes from every member. Just three. But you will all learn to accept and even relish the kiss of the whip, as it releases you from all earthly thoughts and needs, as it centers your mind instead on th e origin of your very being.”

   Sunday morning dawned with a dark overcast sky and a wind swept rain. Chelsea had us call our parents to inform them that we would be leaving before lunch, in order to allow for the weather. After we ate breakfast and cleaned up the cabin, we performed our pledge in our circle in the main room. When it was completed, Chelsea stepped to the middle of the circle, naked. She turned and faced me and said, “Sister Hanna.”

   “Yes, Priestess.”

   She held out the wrist and ankle cuffs and said, “Put the cuffs on. You are going to receive true worship.”

   Goosebumps instantly ran up my back and down my arms at the thought of being lashed on my Pussy flashed through my mind. But, strangely, at the same time, I felt inordinate pride, for having been selected for worship.

   I buckled the cuffs on and made sure they were tight. I stood still as Lauren and Blair tied the ropes to the rings in them. “Take her to the table,” Chelsea ordered. “Place her on her back. Each of you will take a rope and pull it tight.”

   I was taken to the table where we had shared our family dinners. I got up on the table on my own, and laid down on my back. Anastasia and Blair took the two ropes tied to my wrists, while Lauren and Shaina took the ones at my ankles. I felt my limbs being pulled apart as the girls started tugging on the ropes, stretching me out on the table. Splaying my legs, opening my sex.

   Chelsea took Her place between my legs and studied the Folds of my labia. Then, kneeling down, she gently started licking and sucking at the hard bud above the sacred portal. Chelsea could read me oh so well, and allowed me to get just to the brink of release, before she pulled back. Abandoning me in frustration.

   Picking up the belt, she doubled it over, and held it up. She made sure I was looking at it. So I would see that which was about to bring me the balance of pleasure and pain. With a slight smile, and with no words of warning, Chelsea slashed the belt across my splayed Pussy. I let out a blood curdling shriek and thrashed about on the table, pulling both Shaina and Anastasia off their feet and into the table, trying to close my legs to the assault. The pain was like nothing I had ever experienced. White hot. Searing. Shutting out all else. Completely centering all thoughts to my Pussy.

   Chelsea put Her hand on my Pussy and lightly rubbed my clit, bringing about the wild contradictions of pleasure and pain. As the pain slowly ebbed and the pleasure intensified, She whipped me again. I pulled so hard against the ropes that time that I pulled all for of my Sisters off their feet and into the table, screaming at the top of my lungs/

   Chelsea glared at the Sisters, disappointed in their inability to hold me fast to the table. The girls all redoubled their efforts as the third cut landed right on my hardened clit. I was reduced to howling like a banshee.

   Ignoring my screams, Chelsea took the rope that Shaina was holding and handed her the belt. Shaina took her cue and knelt at my Pussy. She started to lap at me ever so lightly, almost like a timid kitten. Shaina could feel the heat from the reddening welts on her upper lip as she began to probe me with her tongue. I calmed down quickly to the attention and once again began to revel in the sweet sensations that were building deep inside. That is until Shaina stood up and prepared herself to whip me in that most sensitive of places.

   Each of the Sisters had their three lashes, and then I was untied. They took me to the sofa in the main room, where I curled up in a ball under a blanket. Blair brought me a steaming cup of hot chocolate as Shaina sat and hugged me tightly, gradually comforting me.

   At eleven o’clock we formed our circle for the closing of the retreat. We were told to reflect on the weekend events and what it meant to each of us. All were in accord that we had become an even tighter group after the weekend together, That we had bared ourselves completely, sharing our pain and our pleasure. We had witnessed the true meaning of giving and receiving. We vowed to make the retreat an annual, or better still, a semi-annual event.

   The cabin cleaned, our belongings stowed in the van, Chelsea made us don the shackles and chain to process out as we had come in. She drove the van down the road and waited for us at the end of the drive. We were soaked and our feet were covered in mud by the time we reached the van. Chelsea tossed me the key, and we unlocked ourselves. She allowed us to wash out feet in the culvert along side of the road. The rain was so heavy that no cars came by and saw five naked teens washing their feet.

   The drive home was quiet. I drove. Chelsea sat up front with me. Shaina, Blair, Anastasia, and Lauren were all asleep in the rear seats. Chelsea had turned in Her seat to face me, her back to the passenger door. Placing Her feet up on Her seat, She pulled the hem of Her peasant skirt up to Her waist, exposing Her still red and bruised Pussy. I took my right hand and slowly rubbed Her, making sure to keep my fingers wet in her secret well. Ever so slowly, I brought Her to one orgasm after another as we made our way down the Interstate, returning to our lives, that had been forever changed.

CHELSEA’S  F. N. P. C.

By. Charles E. Campbell

CHAPTER 4

CHELSEA CASTS A WIDER NET

With college looming on the not too distant horizon for me, Chelsea had perceived a very real threat to the existence of Her cult. She knew that it would soon be disbanding due to attrition, first mine in about ten months, and then Blair, Lauren, and even Chelsea a year later. She resolved to push the envelope even further and test our individual and collective resolve. She might not be able to keep the group together, but she could weld the common bond we would come to share all our lives even tighter.

Her first steps were to once again institute new rules for us to follow. The first was that whenever we were in school, we had to make sure we used the girl’s room at least once during the day. We had to enter the stall, leaving the door open, and then completely disrobe. Only when we were naked could we sit on the toilet. The use of toilet paper when we urinated was denied as well, although She did deign to allow it’s use when we defecated. We had to make ourselves cum after peeing, and were not allowed to wash our hands afterward. When all this had been accomplished, we were allowed to get dressed again, with the stall door still open, and then return to class.

A second, and much more invasive rule, was enacted, which required each of us to wear a butt plug in school every day for a minimum of three hours. Each of us was required to show it to Chelsea before school started, and again whenever She wished to check up on us. It was always Chelsea’s decision as to the length and thickness of the plug we would wear for that week.

One Friday afternoon, Chelsea informed us by text message that the weekly meeting would be held at Anastasia’s house, not at Her’s. We had never before met anywhere except at Chelsea’s house. The sole exception to that was our two retreats to my parents place in New Hampshire. We were all more than a little nervous about the proposed change of venue, but Anastasia texted us saying that her parents were going away on a business trip for the weekend and that only her older college age brother would be home. She quickly added that the two of them had come to an agreement on their plans for the weekend. He promised to stay out of the house until after midnight on Friday night if she would sleep over at a friend’s house on Saturday, leaving the house to his girlfriend and himself.

I didn’t piece it all together and fully understand Chelsea’s plan until a few weeks after our meeting at Anastasia’s.

Anastasia lived in a modest two story house on a stereotypical 40 x 100 lot. Each house separated by a driveway leading to the one car detached garage. Each house built the same way, the only variants being bowed or bay window, front door arched or square cut. Over the sixty years since they were built, the various owners went for whatever individuality they could afford: aluminum siding, shutters, enclosing the front porch, different color roof, paint, etc.

Anastasia’s bedroom was on the second floor, back right corner, and it looked across the neighbor’s driveway to the back left corner bedroom of that house. Exactly. The two windows lined up straight at each other, separated by about fifteen feet. Her tiny bedroom was just under 9 x 10. Her brother’s bedroom was the same size as her’s, but on the left side of the house. Her parent’s “master” bedroom covered most of the front of the house, allowing for the small bathroom they all shared.

The bedroom across the driveway from Anastasia was occupied by a nerdy sophomore at school. Jeremy Steinhaus. Long stringy greasy hair, coke bottle plastic glasses, pimply faced Jeremy. Left back in school in sixth or seventh grade. He had exactly two friends, another sophomore, Kenny Francis, a fat tub of lard, at least seventy pounds overweight,  and a real dork freshman, Larry Levine, as pencil thin as Francis was fat.

They all hung out together playing video games and fantasy role playing games on their computers. Decent students to be sure, but this trio was a bully’s wet dream. Targets of much harassment and cruelty, both physical and verbal, although in the post Columbine school environment, the physical cruelty was much curtailed.

Anastasia had window shades and curtains which she always kept tightly closed. She had caught Jeremy trying to spy on her from his window one night, and she was repulsed that he had actually seen her naked breasts before she saw him and yanked the shade down. Periodically she would peak under her shade to see if he was still peeping, hopping for another show, and several times she saw him and his geeky friends waiting patiently, hoping for a peak at her.

We were all aware of these events, because Anastasia had told us about it over a month ago.  A few weeks after she revealed this to us, during a TorD, Anastasia accepted a dare from Chelsea. She dared her to leave the lights on in her bedroom and keep the window shade up and the curtains pulled back. She was to keep the lights on whenever she was in the room, and she couldn’t turn them off until she went to bed.

There was total silence as Chelsea declared Her dare. We all were secretly frightened for Anastasia, and wondered if she would be the first among us to renege on a Dare. She just hung. her head low in defeat, the ramifications of the Dare hitting her, as she asked, “S.....sssssstarting when, Priestess?”

“Tonight is too late, so you will begin tomorrow.”

Anastasia was really quiet for the rest of that meeting, just sort of going through the motions with the rest of us.

At the meeting the following Friday, Chelsea asked Anastasia about the dare.

“It was really spooky,” she began. “I went up to my room Saturday night about 10:15 and I turned on the lights. When I opened the curtains and pulled up the shade, I thought I saw the three of them peaking under the drawn shade in Jeremy’s room. It was like as if they knew I would be there. I watched a little tv, emailed some friends, but I always felt like they were watching me.

“About 11:30, I got undressed. I put on my bathrobe before I went to the bathroom. When I got back, I took off the robe and stood there for a few seconds trying to see if I could see them under Jeremy’s shade. Then I turned off the lights and went to bed. I’ve never felt so naked and exposed in my whole life! Ever!

“Sunday night I saw some movement in Jeremy’s room again. But I think he was alone this time. Same thing Monday and Tuesday nights. Wednesday night he had his shade all the way up, but his room was dark. I though I saw Larry in there with him, but I’m not sure. Last night the three were there for sure, because I saw each of them.”

“I’m proud of you, Anastasia. Very proud!,” Chelsea lauded her. “I wonder how many of you sisters could do what your brave Sister  has done for TorD?”

Two weeks later, Anastasia accepted another dare from Chelsea. This time she was dared ro strip naked the minute she went into her room, and she was to remain naked the whole time she was in the room. She could use her robe to go to the bathroom, but that was all. And to add to her humiliation, Chelsea told her that on Monday night, she was to play with herself, while facing the window. No covers, legs wide open.

“OhmyGod! Oh please, Priestess,” Anastasia begged pitifully. “Please, no. Don’t make me do that. Please. I can’t!”

“Are you reneging on a TorD, Sister,” Chelsea asked angrily?

All of our eyes were upon the sobbing girl. No one had ever challenged a TorD before. No one. Ever.  Each and every one of us had always accepted our place in the circle and knew what it meant.

Chelsea reached out and took Anastasia’s hand in Her’s as she quietly asked, “Do you wish to be exiled from the Cult?”

“Oh no, Chelsea. Please. Not that! No, please. I.....I..I’ll d....do what You ask. I swear. I will do it. I’m.....I’m so sorry. I......I’m ......, it’s just that I’m sc.....scared. That’s all. Please. I beg You, please forgive me.”

“Sisters,” Chelsea said, rising from Her seat. Keeping a tight grip on the girl’s hand and never removing her eyes from Anastasia’s, “Do we accept our Sister’s apology?”

“Yes, Priestess. We accept her apology,” we intoned in unison.

“Very well. The Cult has spoken, and their wish is unanimous. Sister Anastasia, you are forgiven. But, there will be a penalty for questioning the Dare.”

“Anything, Priestess, anything! I will accept my punishment gratefully. Willingly. Thank You for giving me a second chance.”

Chelsea just nodded, and then She added, “You are to pleasure yourself each night this week, not just Monday night. And, in addition, you are to have a Lesbian porn site clearly visible on your computer screen while you play with yourself.”

Anastasia had a sickening lump in her stomach, but she held fast her tongue. “Y....yes, Priestess. I will accept and carry out Your Dare.”

“I’m pleased that you have seen the error of your ways, Sister. You will begin tonight.”

When Anastasia got home, she told her parents that she was tired and headed off to her room. Stepping in, she shut the door and turned on the desk lamp and overhead light. As she got undressed, she stole a glance through her window, and she saw Jeremy, Larry, and Kenny, all sitting together on his bed. The window shade in his room was all the way up, and the lights were on in the room as well. This was no longer a peep show display. This was open. Everyone knew what was going on.

Anastasia booted up her computer, and donning her bathrobe, she went off to the bathroom. When she got back, she hung up her robe and sat at the keyboard, turning the monitor so it faced the window. She pulled up a Lesbian site which had a lot of BDSM overtones in it. A Domme was using a strap on the well rounded ass of a busty woman trussed in ropes, deep welts covered the jiggling globes as they bounced obscenely with each stroke, her breasts bound so tightly that they had turned a deep bluish purple.

Anastasia was wet. Soaking, actually was more accurate. But she was confused as to what was the cause? The porn site, or knowing that the three boys were watching her. She got up from the computer and faced the window. Spreading her legs so the disk and chain hanging from her labia was clear for them, she played with herself until she came, ( it took less than a minute). Quickly, she turned off the lights and dove under the covers.

Saturday night was an exact replica of Friday night, with the three boys ogling her during the free show. Sunday night, much to her relief, no one seemed to be in then window. But on Monday she was mortified. Jeremy dat on his bed watching her show, and he was naked and jerking himself off as he watched her playing with herself. She couldn’t seem to take her eyes from the blurred pounding of his right hand on his hard cock. He came before she did, shooting gobs of thick strands of cum in wide arcs that splattered on his chest and stomach. A few of the thicker strands even reached as far as his chin, as his eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

He was obviously very embarrassed, and pulled his shade down before she came and closed up for the night.

The boys must have been very shy and self conscious, she reasoned, nothing like the Sisters, because Tuesday night it was Kenny who was alone and naked sitting on Jeremy’s bed, jerking his tiny little cock amid the rolls of fat that hung over it from his belly. Wednesday night it was Larry, and then Thursday was Jeremy again, only this time he jerked off very slowly. Savoring it. A wide perverted grin on his pimpled face as Anastasia watched him while she played with herself. He stroked himself very slowly and deliberately, proudly showing off his humorously stubby little cock, the head of it glistening with pre-cum.

Anastasia related all of this to us on Friday night, which was two weeks ago. That brings us up to the Friday night when our meeting was moved to Anastasia’s empty house. We followed our traditional routines downstairs before heading upstairs to Anastasia’s cramped little bedroom. I guess none of us was really shocked to see the three boys across the driveway sitting on Jeremy’s bed when the five naked F. N. P. C. Girls entered Anastasia’s room and turned on all the lights. Only Chelsea, of course, was clothed, but I’m sure the boys didn’t mind being treated to a bevy of hard bellies, taut asses, and perky breasts. Within fifteen minutes they had shed their own inhibitions along with their clothes and they began to stroked themselves as they watched and observed our rituals. The stamina of young boys in incredible. Each of them had bath towels with them in the ready as they came four or five times each.

We were embarrassed and ashamed like never before. When we had gotten dressed and were just about to disband to our respective homes, Lauren wondered aloud, “I’m glad they didn’t take picture of us! That would really suck!”

We all agreed with her, adding our own thoughts, until Chelsea interrupted us, “When I called Jeremy and offered you to them, I stipulated that as an unnegotiable requirement. No cell phones, no cameras, no videos.”

We were all in shock as we collectively came to the obvious conclusion as to why the boys always knew when Anastasia would be in her room, and when we would be there as well! Chelsea had orchestrated the whole thing!

“Next week,” She said as she left the house, “They will all be guests at My house on Friday night. I expect you all to be there half an hour earlier than usual. Some accommodations are in order!” All of us felt sick at Her words. Next Friday would be the worst day of our lives!

The following week, we had all convened at Chelsea’s. Over a dinner of Chinese foods, She laid out the evening for us all.

“Jeremy and his two friends will be here in about half an hour,” She began, stealing a glance at the clock on the mantle. “I have told them that they may do anything they wish with any of you, with the exception being no vaginal or anal penetration. Our pussies are sacred, and our asses are off limits! Anything else they desire is acceptable and fair game.

“I want you all to think of it as a TorD, where you have accepted a dare of making yourselves accessable to the boys for the evening. I expect that you will obey them as you would Me.

“I will be filming the events as they happen. This is both for our viewing pleasure later, as well as to give us some added protection and insurance.

“Any questions?”

We all remained silent. Never before had boys been permitted to enter our sacred circle. Chelsea was pushing us and tightening Her control over us at the same time. Sensing the girl’s fear, I stood from the table and announced, “I accept Your Dare, Priestess. I offer myself to You!”

Lauren stood up next to me and took my hand, adding, “As do I, Priestess.” Anastasia, Shaina,  and Blair took a bit longer before a slight rush of adrenalin quelled the butterflies that consumed their stomachs, but they stood as well, and pronounced their willingness to accept Chelsea’s Dare.

To our shock, Chelsea stood and slipped off her dress, standing naked in our presence. “Form the circle, Sisters,” She ordered. We formed our circle around Her, each one’s hand on the pussy to our right as we played with each other. Chelsea played with Herself in the middle of the circle, slowly turning so as to allow each of us to witness this rare display of open nakedness from our Priestess.

When it had ended, we had barely fifteen minutes to clean up the dining room and await the arrival of the nerdy trio. All of us were apprehensive about what we were about to do.

The ringing of the front doorbell startled us all. Shaina chirped out a high-pitched “Oh” in response. Chelsea sent me to open the door and admit our “guests.” “Welcome them politely,” She called out to me as I left the living room. 

I took a deep breath to calm myself and let the air out slowly before unlocking and opening the door as wide as it would go, allowing all three of them to drink in th sight of my nakedness. “Please come in. We are all so happy you could join us. I hope that you will all enjoy yourselves”,  I said, standing aside so they could enter the narrow vestibule and I could shut the door.

Jeremy came in first, his right hand stealing a glancing feel of my upper leg as he passed by me. Kenny and Larry followed him, but timidity prevented them from touching me as well, although Kenny large size made squeezing past me hard, and his arm did rub against my breasts as he wiggled past. I indicated that they were to go to the living room, where they were greeted by the spectacle of the F. N. P. C. Naked and awaiting their desires.

“Hello Jeremy,” Chelsea spoke, stepping forward and offering him Her hand to shake. “At long last we meet in person. I’m very pleased that you and your friends could join us tonight.

“As I told you on the phone, each of My girls is here to willingly provide you and your friends with any pleasure or entertainment they wish, in any manner they wish. There is to be, however, no fucking in the cunt or ass of any of My girls. Anything else you want, they will gladly do. Anything at all.

“Is that acceptable?”

“Hell yeah,” he half shouted in a voice that cracked in enthusiastic response. “That’s fucking fine with us, right guys?”

“Yeah, sure. You bet, Jer,” Kenny agreed. Larry stood slack jawed, ogling the exposed female flesh, bulges already straining his dirty blue jeans.

“I wanna blow job,” Larry blurted out, unable to contain himself.

“Me too,” Kenny agreed, his eagerness expressed in his bulging eyes.

“Of course,” Chelsea grinned”Which Sister do you want?”

“I want Lauren,” Larry jumped in.

“I’ll take her,” Kenny said, as he pointed at me.

“Sisters,” Chelsea said, extending her arm as if leading us. With her other hand, she retrieved a high quality compact video camera and began shooting.

I knelt down in front of Kenny’s fat belly and started to undo the buckle of his khaki green webbed Boy Scout belt. With the fat drooping over it the task was far more difficult than it should have been. His ill fitting K-Mart jeans were floods that ended a good two inches above his chubby ankles, and they slid right down, exposing a pair of Transformers briefs. Yellow stains splotched the front of the briefs. I know I was far more embarrassed by the briefs than I was by the fact that I was about to suck his cock.

Slipping my fingers into the sides of the childish underpants, I pulled them down around his ankles and looked at his penis. It was thin, and of average length, emerging from a matted nest of light brown curls. Taking the base of the hard shaft in my right hand, I closed my eyes and sucked the tip into my mouth. I tasted the salty drops of pre-cum as my tongue swirled around the slit.

While I didn’t have a whole lot of experience sucking cock, I obviously had more than he did. He just stood there, hands at his sides, head tilted back, eyes closed and mouth open, moaning. It was as if he was afraid to touch me. No hands in my hair, or behind my head. No thrusting of his hips or driving himself into my throat. He just remained stationary, letting me do all the work.

I took my time, or so I thought anyway. But still he didn’t last more than about fifteen seconds before he started to grunt as he came. It wasn’t a lot of cum. I thought he must jerk off a lot as I swallowed it. I stood up, leaving him to pull up the juvenile underwear and jeans himself. 

Larry had about the same staying power as his fat friend, because Lauren finished up with Larry just as I was standing up.

Jeremy wanted his turn next. “I’m gonna fuck that cunt in her face,” he said with much bravado, trying to sound menacing as he pointed at Anastasia. “That stuck up whore needs to gag on some cock!” He tore at his clothes tossing them haphazardly in a frenzy.

“Yeah, do her, Jer,” Larry jumped in enthusiastically. “Cum on her little titties!”

Anastasia looked both frightened and repulsed at the same time. After all, she had been living right next door to this cretin for the past eight years and had hardly ever even spoken to him. But with one look from Chelsea, she was kneeling before him and sucking his pathetic little pecker. Chelsea started alternating between her video camera, and a very high resolution digital still camera.

He had apparently watched some porn, because he grabbed fistfuls of her hair on either side of her head as he drove himself into her mouth, in a feeble attempt to make her choke on him. But he couldn’t have been more than two or three inches long, tops, so he never reached her gag reflex. But that didn’t stop his pathetic attempts at machismo. “Suck it, bitch! C’mon, whore, you know you love it. Suck my cock and drink my cum, pig! You stuck up slut!”. I wish your Mama could see you now, cunt! Naked and on your knees letting me fuck your face!”

He lasted longer than his pals, but only by about a minute, and he pulled out as he came, spilling himself on Anastasia’s tits. “You,” he pointed to Shaina, “Lick that shit off her boobies and then spit it in her mouth!”

“Yeah, Jer-man,” Kenny whooped with glee, fondling himself through his jeans to get hard again. “Whooo, whoo!”

Shaina crawled over to Anastasia and licked the thick stringy globs off her chest, holding it in her mouth as best as she could. Then she kissed Anastasia, tilting her head back, and dribbling the cum into her Sister’s accepting mouth. Anastasia closed her eyes and swallowed.

“Man that’s fucking hot,” Larry yelped, rubbing his cock through his painters shorts, keeping it at attention.

A heavy silence ensued. It seemed that since all three of them had cum, that they were at a loss as to what to do next. The silence was awkward, and it almost seemed that the trio might beat a hasty retreat for the door, until Chelsea offered, “ Blair, why don’t you show our guests the proper and accepted technique to pleasure a pussy?”

“As You wish, Priestess, Whom should I worship for You?”

“Hanna,” she announced, picking the video camera back up.

I got down on the floor, bent my knees up and spread my legs wide, giving everyone a clear unobstructed view of both of my holes. Blair laid on her belly on the floor between my open legs and buried her face into me. She instantly found my clit and waves of pleasure overtook me. I all but forgot the three geeks who were watching in total disbelief.

“Why don’t you two boys take off your clothes and get comfortable,” Chelsea suggested to Larry and Kenny. “I’ll bet those big cocks are stiff again and ready for action., They must be uncomfortable all hidden in your pants,” She added mockingly.

Larry and Kenny looked at each other and then at their naked friend and the naked Sisters, and shed their clothes. They started playing with themselves right away, stroking as they enjoyed the show Blair and I were putting on for their benefit.

“Man, I really dig that lezzie shit,” Jeremy said, “and this fucking cunt is really into it too!

“Hey bitch, kiss her on the mouth!”

Blair pushed up on her hands and knees and crawled on top of me. I opened my mouth wide as our lips met and our tongues searched our eager mouths, entwined. My hand found her wet pussy and I started probing and rubbing as we kissed. She followed my lead and did the same to me.

“Man, check that shit out,” Kenny cried out. “That’s fucking hot!

“Hey, how’s about we get Anastasia to suck that bitch’s asshole while the other two  french each other, huh?

“And you two,” he pointed at Lauren and and Shaina, “I want you two to diddle each other’s cunts and assholes and then lick it off!”

“Yeah, Jer,” Larry yelled, “This is fucking great!”

“You heard our guest, Sisters,” Chelsea admonished them for their hesitancy, but not stopping the video camera.

Anastasia got on her hands and knees behind Blair and stuck her face in deep between the firm rounded cheeks, seeking out the tight wrinkled hole with her tongue. Shaina and Lauren fingered each other in the pussy and ass and then licked their fingers and started anew.

“Man, this is far-fucking-out,” Larry said. “I’m gonna jerk off on her head so’s she’s got my cum in her hair!”

“Yeah, me too,” Kenny agreed eagerly.

The two boys stood on either side of Anastasia and yanked their peckers fast and hard. Kenny came first, leaning forward to rub his cock and cum into Anastasia’s hair. Larry came a moment later. Doing it the same way.

“Now she really looks like a pig slut whore,” Jeremy said. “I wanna piss on her!”

“Yeah, man. Let’s all piss on her. We can make the bitches piss on her too, while we watch ‘em,” Kenny suggested. “Then we can make her roll around in it on the floor and lick it up!”

“That sounds like fun, boys,” Chelsea commented calmly. “Let’s go into the kitchen so we don’t ruin the carpet, shall we?

“Anastasia, crawl,” Chelsea commanded!

We all watched as she crawled on her hands and knees to the kitchen. “Lookit those titties swingin’ like a cow,” Jeremy chided her. Then he got a brilliant idea. “Stop, bitch, “ he called out to her.

“Make a tunnel, guys. You cunts too! Let’s make her crawl through us and spank the shit out of her as she crawls to her own pissing!”

We all lined up, legs apart, a few feet from each other. “C’mon, slut,” Jeremy yelled. “Crawl you fucking whore. Crawl like a dog for our piss!”

Anastasia began crawling through our legs, receiving a sound spanking from each one of us as she went, although we knew the girls slaps were far harder slaps than the timid ones the boys were administering to her bare bottom. (She even admitted to that later.)The sound of the slaps echoed in the hallway as she went. Each time she passed one of us, we would move to the other end of the line, so that she was forced to accept a continuos assault until she reached the middle of the kitchen floor.

When the spanking stopped, Jeremy pointed to me and said, “Piss on her face, slut!”

I stepped over her, straddling her head and pulled my lips apart. Anastasia, no stranger to this, lifted her head back and met my heavy stream with her open mouth, gulping the golden elixir as fast as she could.

“Holy fuck, man,” Kenny screamed in total amazement. “That fucking bitch is drinking her fucking piss! Holy shit!”

Everyone pissed on her, first the girls, one at a time,  and then the boys, all at the same time,  with the exception of Chelsea, who would never entertain the thought of lifting her skirt in front of the boys. Besides, she was far too busy recording the events for “posterity.” When the showers were done, Anastasia was made to roll around in the puddle on the floor, soaking her hair in the urine, before lapping it up like a dog on her hands and knees, face to the floor.

“Kneel, cunt.” Jeremy commanded. “Right in front of me. And I want you to look at me,” he added sternly.

Anastasia did as she was told. “All these fucking years you’ve acted sop fucking high and mighty, like your shot don’t fucking stink. Like I’m some kinda fucking bridge troll or something. And all the while, you’re just some filthy whore fucking pig slut, shallowing cum and drinking fucking piss, and then rolling in it like the fucking pig you really are!”

He paued a moment and snorted in, gathering a mouthful of spit and snot. She knew what was coming, but he held it in his mouth, forcing her to wait for it. Then, after she opened her eyes to see what was taking so long,  he spit right into her open left eye and slapped her hard across the cheek. “You’d better keep that shade open for me from now on, cunt. You know you want to!

“C’mon, guys. Let’s get the fuck outa here!”                                    

Larry and Kenny seized the opportunity, and like little puppies, they spit in her face and then slapped her as well. They left the kitchen, heading for the living room to get dressed.

After the three boys had gone, Chelsea sent Anastasia upstairs to shower, while we washed and scrubbed the kitchen floor and straightened everything up neatly as it had been before the evening began. About 10:30, we all reconvened in the living room, still naked, siting on the floor in our circle.

“I’m extremely proud of you all, My Sisters,” Chelsea said proudly. “You have all performed well, far better than My expectations.”

No one spoke. Shaina was crying softly, seated to my right. I had my right arm around her, my hand softly caressing her breast, her head leaning over onto my chest. I could feel the tear drops fall from her eyes to my chest, from my chest they ran down and fell to my leg. Anastasia sat to my left, a mirror image of my sister. I tried to quietly comfort the young Sisters. Blair and Lauren sat tucked up across from us, their legs folded up in front of them, clenching their legs with their arms, heads between their knees. After some time, between soft sobs,  Shaina sheepishly said, “I’m so afraid my parents or my friends are gonna find o out. I mean.......I mean, those three assholes are gonna brag about it all over school, and everyone’s gonna find out!”

“Not gonna happen, Shaina,” Chelsea said confidently. “Not in a million years!” She held up the video camera and the digital camera. “I shot the whole thing. It’s all right here.”

“Yeah, so what, Chels,” Lauren snapped back angrily. So what? That’ll just prove we let those fucking nerds use us like that!”

“How old is Anastasia,” Chelsea asked in general, a calm in her tone?

“Fifteen,” Lauren replied.

“And howe old is that dork face Jeremy?”

“Seventeen, I think.”

“Wrong. He’s eighteen, almost nineteen. He got left back in sixth grade, you all know that. But he started school a year late. He’s eighteen, and Anastasia is fifteen. That’s statutory rape in this state. She’s jail bait. What she did she can’t be held responsible for. She’s a minor. But what he did.......” she trailed off, letting it all sink in.

“Oh, I get it Chels. I get it.”

“Not only that, we have something they won’t want to get out either. Now we control them! I think we might just have three harem slaves for our cult!