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Initiation (With Dawn Dearest)

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shadowchaser

Planetoid
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Sep 8, 2009
Prologue

She was exhausted, but still incredibly aroused. It amazed her how much energy, how much stamina she had managed to muster. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breathing coming in soft, heavy sighs. She was tied upside down to an X-shaped cross. The barbed metal that bound her at the wrists and ankles had cut into her flesh, and the wounds now felt sore. The leather corset that was pulled tightly around her waist pressed downward uncomfortably on her naked breasts. Her nipples were incredibly hard and sensitive now. He had beeen playing with them for some time. Her pale, smooth body glistened with sweat. The insides of her slender thighs, spread apart on the 'X', shone with the wetness that exuded from her shaven lips.

Around her delicate neck was a black leather collar that was tied tightly enough to prevent her from moving her head from side to side. It felt slightly restrictive and although she wasn't being strangled she felt as though it only needed a milimeter more of tightening before she would find it hard to draw breath.

He was standing naked in front of her. The long thick cock that had penetrated her numerous times this day stood erect and at eye level before her. He moved forward, and she eagerly sent her tongue licking over the swollen glans.

He made no sound, merely moving his left hand along each pale slender leg, before grasphing the ring that peirced her shaven pussy. He began to pull on it, gently at first but then harder, eliciting a gasp of surprise and pleasure from her. Meanwhile his right hand traced the point of a dagger over her breasts, scoring light red marks against the pale flesh.

"This is the final lesson" he said. His fingers looping around the ring the had been pulling and pressing themselves inside her moistened lips. "Are you ready for enlightenment?"

She was ready. She had been ready all her life. She moaned as his probing fingers found the bud of her womanhood and sharp nails raked against it. She was coming again, her wetness moistening his fingers and the inside of her thighs.

"I ask you again. Are you ready for enlightenment?"

She shivered with pleasure as he dug the tip of the knife into her left nipple, drawing blood. A droplet of the red fluid dripped down onto her chin and then to her lips. She licked them, savouring the coppery taste. Her toungue continued to trace a circle of saliva on her tormentor's cock. She could sense a build up of pressure there. He was near to release.

The man turned his attention to the other breast, cutting shallowly into the skin just above the nipple. She buckled and cried out in pain and ecstasy as the knife bit into her. He had thrust more fingers into her pussy and was rubbing her clit hard with his nails. She shuddered as another orgasm wracked through her body. She had lost count of how many times he had given her an orgasm. The whole ritual had been one long orgasm for her. She felt her eyes well with tears. The pleasure was so intense as to be almost unbearable.

"This is the last time I shall ask you.", he said. His voice was strained as he fought to keep himself from spilling his seed. "Are you ready for enlightenment?"

This was it. This was the moment she had worked so hard for. The mysteries of her messiah revealed. Eternity awaited, knowledge beyound measure.

"Yes.", she gasped, "I'm ready".

"Then witness his majesty in all of its glory."

Her screams of agony and abject terror lasted for several hours. The room, however, was well soundproofed and only she and her master could hear them.
 
One - Baptism

It hadn't been easy to infiltrate them. She had spent weeks trying to find one of their number, finally befriending the strange yet enigmatic Sarah, a devotee of the temple, who had apparently passed the fifth stage and was due to gain her enlightenment in a few days time. It was she that had put Jorie in touch with the group and today was to be her first lesson on the road to her own "enlightenment".

Her sister had joined them two months ago. She had slowly drawn into herself, becoming more distant. She wouldn't talk openly about the group except to say that she was about to learn something wonderful. She had believed that she was on the verge of a spiritual breakthrough of some sort. Then she had dissapeared. Now it was Jorie's hope that by infiltrating this group she could learn what had happened to her sister, and perhaps bring her back to the normal, sane world, with her.

The car journey had been comfortable, and brief. She had no idea where they were taking her. She had been picked up in a black mercedes by Sarah and a young man with short blonde hair, a surfer's build, and a smile that would make women go weak at the knees. He called himself Mike. He had blindfolded her for the journey.

She was led out of the car and into a building, then down a long hallway. She heard locks being turned and a heavy door being opened. Then she was led downwards. Finally she was brought through another door and the door closed behind her. She stood there, still blindfolded, unaware if Sarah and Mike were still in the room with her or not.
 
Jorie's fingers clenched and unclenched in her hands. She stood still not moving, she couldn't see anything, so why would she try to move? Standing there she shivered softly, in her mind she knew she was doing this for her sister, but she was terrified. She didn't even know how her sister was doing.

She knew her fear would show so she straightened her shoulders, adjusting her composure. She needed to stay calm and collected, she had to figure out where her sister was. She had to get her sister out of her. Even with their awkward past, she still cared for her, so she would do anything in her power to get her back.

Even if that meant giving herself up for her.
 
Somebody was watching her. Whoever it was was breathing softly. there was an almost imperceptible change in the air which indicated someone circling her.

Then a mans voice, soft and musically hypnotic, spoke.

"You stand at the threshold of your old life and at the start of a new one. What you are about to undertake you must be sure you are ready for. Don't speak or do anything unless I tell you to. If you wish to continue with this, knowing that there is no turning back, I want to you remove all of your clothing, but keep the blindfold on. If you do this then I will assume you are ready and there willl then be no turning back."
 
Jorie shook softly she had to remind herself she was doing this for her sister. Not herself. Her sister. Shivering she took the small butterfly beret from her hair, and dropped it on the ground, she then did the same with her black choker with the red rose in the middle. As soon as it was off, she took her flats off then her socks, revealing red nail polished toes. Next she lifted up her light blue tight fitting t-shirt and managed to get it off without removing her blindfold.

Just a few more bits of clothing, it's for her remember that.

Her mind seemed to be arguing with itself. Reaching down with her shaking fingers she slipped her short black skirt until it passed her knees where it fell and she moved it away from her feet, reaching behind her back she undid the black lace push-up bra and dropped it next, then she she took her black lace thong and took it off well. She shivered as she stood there naked except for the blindfold.
 
Again silence. A few moments where Jorie was uncertain of what was going on. Then she felt something being placed around her neck - a thin leather collar, that someone tied tightly around her neck, ensuring there was just enough room for her to breathe. Fingers then tied a cold metal chain to the front of the collar. She felt a light tug as the chain was pulled leading her forwards for a few feet. Then she felt the warmth of male hands on her shoulders.

Whoever he was he spun Jorie around, pushing her back onto what apeared to be a metal table. The cold metal made contact with her naked backside as she was urged to lie back.

The man moved away and then hands began to tie ropes to her arms and legs, tieing her in a X shape to the table. The hands that worked at her feet were male, the ones at her hands were female. Neither felt like they belonged to whoever dragged her to the table.

It was at that point that she felt the tip of a knife against her chest just below her collar and between her breasts.

The male voice spoke again. "You are about to embark on a journey of enlightenment. You will submit yourself to me as your new messiah. Obey me without question and become part of the brotherhood and sisterhood of the Ecstasy of Enlightenment. We beileve in the achievement of spiritual knowledge through sexual ecstasy. I am the catalyst for that knowledge and you will call me by one name and one name alone, master."

The knife began to apply gentle pressure. Not enough to peirce Jorie's skin, but enough to make her uncomfortable.

"You have a choice now. Accept this new life or die. Do you accept me as your messiah and obey me without question?"
 
Jorie wanted to whimper, she wanted to run, but she'd come this far, and it had been very difficult to get here. She winced behind the blindfold as she felt the coldness from the metal table. She listened to the male speak. She swallowed how did her sister manage to deal with this?

She wasn't bothered a great deal when she was tied down, she'd always fantasied about it, if she never fantasied about it before it may have bugged her. She wanted to laugh at how stupid these things sound. The knife at first didn't bother her, until she felt a pressure from it.

She shivered suddenly, not really caring about anything but her sisters safety. Hearing his final question she nodded. Then spoke slowly, her voice very calm for her current situation. "Yes Master. I will accept you as my messiah and obey you without question." although her body screamed at him to let her go, her mind said stay, you'll figure it out.
 
The knife was removed and hands untied her blindfold. The man standing before her was familiar, though she had only seen him once. Her sister Ella had wanted to study psychology at a nearby university. They had met this man on an open day, Dr Blake Edwards. He was a psychology lecturer. She remembered how enthusiastic Ella had been when Blake had spoken to her about enrolling when she had finished her schooling.

Ella hadn't mentioned seeing the man again.

For a man in his early fourties, Blake was surprisingly handsome. His well toned, lightly tanned physique could only have been achieved by frequently working out and going to a solarium. He had short-cropped black hair and the most intense blue eyes. He was standing over her, naked. His hardened erection at level with the black metal slab that she was tied to; It's circumsized tip touching the cold metal. He still held the knife in one hand. With the other he idly caressed Jorie's breasts.

Mike was standing at the foot of the slab. He was watching her with a thoughtful expression. Sarah stared into her face from above the slab. They were both naked and wearing the same collar and chain as Jorie.

"Welcome then, sister", Blake said. "The ropes that bind you are your old ideas, your old way of thinking. They trap your soul and prevent your spirit from achieving everything it can achieve."

He moved his fingers down to lightly brush against the blond curls of her pubic hair.

"This veil over your womanhood, as pretty as it may be, will need to be removed. Your sex should be as naked as your body so as to allow the spiritual energy to flow more freely."

Such semi-metaphysical bullshit would constitute a really bad chat-up line under normal circumstances. Blake's voice, howvever, had a strange sing-song quality to it that made it hard for a person to really focus on the words he spoke at all.
 
Jorie swallowed once again, she was confused by now, trying to follow his words, her eyes flickering between the three people. Her pink tongue darted out to lick her dry lips, she looked back at her 'master' it would take her a long time to deal with that whole concept, shaking softly she tried catching each of his words. Against her own best interest, she could feel her nipples harden in two little peaks. She closed her eyes briefly then opened them, they stared at her 'master.'

She caught the gist of some of them here and there. Until she heard him speak about her womanhood, her eyes remained normal sized, although on the inside, she wished she could have been brought here to visit her sister. Now she had to go through all of this....just to rescue her little sister.

She was struggling to understand why people would willingly go through this. This all sounded like a crock-of-bull and yet apparently people liked this, they enjoyed being controlled.
 
Mike dissapeared from view, then wheeling in a small portable barbacue, upon shich was placed a pot full of wax. The barbecue was lit and the wax molten.

Sarah smiled down at Jorie.

"There may be a little pain. You may need to bite down on something."

She leaned forward and placed a large erect nipple into Jorie's mouth.

Mike used a wooden spatula to apply the wax. Then he pressed cotton strips over the area before roughly pulling the strips off, taking the wax and Jorie's pubic hair with it.
 
Jorie's eyes widened realizing what was going to happen, she looked up at Sarah then blinked feeling her nipple in her mouth. There was no way she was going to bite down on her nipple. No. She wouldn't, she knew she couldn't. Her thoughts were cut off.

A tiny cry pulled from Jorie, eyes closing tightly, her teeth inevitably nipping down on Sarah's nipple.
 
Sarah gave out a surprised gasp as Jorie bit into her nipple. She closed her eyes and smiled. Jolie had drawn blood. She was savouring the pain.

She exchanged her left nipple for her right, placing that in Jolie's mouth.

The waxing continued untill Jolie's sex was completely bare.

Blake spoke again. "Now your womanhood is free for all to see we must give you the final lesson of today before freeing you of your bonds and welcoming you into your new life. You see, pain and pleasure are two sides of the same coin. One can be transmuted into another with enough focus, enough concentration."

He went out of view and returned, handing a large and wicked looking whip to Mike.

"Six lashes", he ordered. "No more, no less."

Mike did as he commanded. The whip struck six times in slow succession over Jorie's naked pussy.
 
Again, against her own thoughts. Her teeth connected with Sarah's nipple, small whimpers pulling from deep inside of Jorie, when it was over she exhaled a relieved sigh.

She was lost again, by his words. Pain and Pleasure. Focus and Concentration. She took the words in, burying them in her mind, her eyes widened when she saw the whip.

Oh God....No....

Her body shook vigorously, a scream mixed with fear and pleasure coming from her. What could she say? The girl had always enjoyed the sight of whips. The whole concept of them being used during sex, interested her.
 
Each time the whip struck, each time Jorie bit down on Sarah's nipple, the woman gave out a cry of pleasure. She had moved her hands down to her now moist pussy and had inserted her fingers into it's moistness. With each bite she pushed ther fingers further into her own sex, enjoying the mixture of pleasure and pain.

Now the whip was withdrawn and mike knelt at Jorie's feet. His toungue started to draw circles over now reddened and sensitive skin between her legs, not yet tasting the inside of her, but merely exploring the outside of her naked sex.

Sarah continued to masturbate furiously.
 
Jorie's body tensed a small moan coming from her, her eyes closed her hips jerking at Mike's touch. How in the world did her younger sister do this? Jorie shook softly, her eyes shut tightly, it didn't make any sense.

Her mind was fuzzy, she tried to concentrate on why she was here, her eyes opened and she looked up at Sarah, her eyes followed her every move. Another moan when she looked back down and saw Mike.

How in the world was she going to save her sister....and herself....?
 
Mike's tounge contined to draw cirles around Jorie's moist sex. Finally it circled inwards, exploring her inner recesses, lapping up her moisness and caressing her from within - a stark contrast to the whipping she had recieved earlier.

Black remained impassive, watching the spectacle. His face showed no emotion.

Sarah removed her fingers from between her legs, ran them over her own breasts. She lifted herself onto the slab to which Jorie was tied and lowered herself down so that her moist wetness was less than an inch from Jorie's face.
 
Jorie's body jerked slightly, a moan came from her feeling what Mike was doing, her eyes closed as a shudder ran through her body, the whipping hadn't been all that bad, yes it had hurt but sadly she had enjoyed it. Opening her eyes she almost screamed when she saw Sarah was was above her. Her eyes flew to what was directly above her. Jorie blinked, slowly, then licked her lips and reached up with her head she slowly and carefully began licking Sarah's freshly played with pussy.
 
Mike's tongue continued to draw circles around Jorie's clit as Sarah cried out in pleasure, Jorie's tongue working on her own wet, hungry pussy. His hands had grasped his own hardened cock and he was stroking himself slowly as he did so.

Blake just continued to watch.

Once Mike began to sense the first of Jorie’s Orgasms. He started stoking harder. A few seconds later he gave out a groan, his seed spilling onto the cold stone floor. Jorie was also shuddering with wave after wave of orgasm, her wetness moistening Jorie's face.

Then Mike and Sarah stood. They undid Jorie’s Bonds. Sarah planted a kiss on Jorie's lips. "Welcome to the Ecstasy of Enlightenment, sister", she said.

Blake finally smiled. He walked to the door of the room, opening it. The room had been soundproofed and on opening the door a flood of music entered the room from outside. Beyond the door was a short hallway leading to another door from which the music was emanating.

Sarah winked at Jorie. "We set up a little welcoming party for you", she said.
 
Jorie's body shook, feeling her own orgasm taking her body. Feeling Sarah's orgasm she licked her own face where she could reach with her tongue, once the binds were undone Jorie sighed softly. Only her sigh was cut short feeling Sarah's lips on her own. Sitting up slowly, her body not quite ready to move after the pleasure she had felt, and given, she wasn't ready to move, but knew she had to. Looking towards the door hearing the music she blinked and looked back at Sarah. A party? What type of party? was the only thought running through her head.
 
Sarah flashed a smile at Jorie. "Coming?" she said, and hurried down the corridoor.

Inside was a bare room with a large sound system in one corner. Rugs had been placed on the floor and there were surfaces surrounding the edge of the room on which lay various drinks and food. On the rugs themselves were many men and women. All of them were dressed in the same collar that Jorie wore and they were chatting, drinking and dancing. Some of them were having sex, oblivious to the revelry of their colleagues.
 
Jorie followed Sarah quickly, once they reached the room her eyes flew around, as she tried to see if she could spot her sister in the room. She was here for her sister, not for her own enjoyment, she had to remember that. She had to. Seeing the other people wearing collar's as well, Jorie's fingers went up and touched her own collar, a bit surprised, then again, she hadn't known what to expect when she got here...where ever here was.
 
OOC: sorry I have been quite inactive recently. RL issues. I should start being more regular at posting now.

Ronnie was definately not here. At least not in the room that she was in. No matter how hard she searched Jorie found no sign of her sister.

***

He watched her as she made her way through the crowd. She was definately looking for someone or something. Her face, her features were familiar. They looked like someone he once knew. The dark haired man continued to follow Jorie with his blue-grey eyes. He carefully walked around the room, ignoring the attentions of various women who tried to coax him with their bodies and their mouths. He kept her in sight at all times.
 
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