She had been dressed in a white robe with a hood hanging off the back of it. She’d
asked for an out of doors initiation and she, together with another young girl, also aged
eighteen, had gone with the six men to a quiet, secluded place the Iscarions knew. Why
Rachael had wanted to do it out of doors was probably down to the fact that such a ritual
was the first she had witnessed and since “stumbling” on that initiation and witnessing
from the shadows the sexual release experienced by the young woman involved on that day,
she had longed for a similar experience for herself. Thus it seemed natural to go down the
same route.
The ritual was simple. The two young girls took an oath of allegiance to the
Iscarions and to the Masters. Then, as they had been told to do before the ceremony, the
two girls removed their cloaks and lay naked on the ground ten feet apart from each other,
as they were directed to by one of the Masters who was leading the rite. The Masters of
the Iscarions hammered pegs into the ground above the girls shoulders and below their
feet, so that when the girls had had their wrists and ankles tied to the pegs by ropes
they were completely spread-eagled and unable to offer any resistance to the Masters.
“Now you will prove your allegiance and your worthiness to enter into the sisterhood
as noviciates.” The man leading the ceremony was hooded and masked, but Rachael recognised
the voice and smiled to herself. She had been right all along and knew now her destiny was
within the group she was about to formally join.
The darkness of the night was drawing in and though the day had been hot, a cool
breeze was now wafting over the open ground. Two red candles were lit and held aloft by
the leader of the ceremony. He walked between the two, beautiful naked girls and turned so
he was standing over Rachael.
“Accept the heat and freedom of release through submission.” He said with a strong
voice as he tilted the candles so the molten wax in the top of them dripped onto Rachael’s
naked breasts.
“Agggghhhhhhhh!” She cried as the wax landed, burning her flesh as it cooled rapidly
on contact. “Agggghhhhh!” She gasped again when more wax dripped onto her abdomen. Her sex
was entirely shaven. It was a dictate of the Iscarions that none of the sisterhood, from
noviciate to full sister could have any pubic hair. Their armpits and legs had also to be
clean and free from hair. Until they were assigned a master at graduation they were also
not allowed to wear any body jewellery. Depending on their assigned master they could
expect to be pierced and adorned within days of graduation – a further ceremony the young
noviciates were trained to desire.
“Agggggggghhhh!” The red wax dripped onto her naked pubis and then started to cover
her labia. Other than the gasps from the pain of the heat, Rachael made no other
complaint.
The leader of the ceremony turned and took a step towards the other girl. The moment
the wax dripped onto her chest she screamed with pain and begged to be set free. She could
not take the pain, she needed to be untied. The leader of the ceremony ignored her
pleadings and proceeded to cover her with more wax than he had dripped onto Rachael. All
the time the other girl screamed and shouted but to no avail. Finally the waxing was over.
The leader of the ceremony was now handed a long-handled flogger by one of the other
hooded masters. he whipped the flogger through the air a few times, making a swishing
sound as he did so.
Then he turned to Rachael and with deft, flicking strokes, expertly began to flick
the wax off her body. He started with her abdomen and delivered about a dozen strokes,
that removed some of the wax. When he turned his attentions to her breasts, Rachael gasped
as each stroke landed, not from the pain that was being caused but the sheer freedom she
found in the arousal of what was happening. The flogger bit into the wax and warmed her
breasts with an almost exquisite stinging sensation, and it was the kind of sensation that
soon had Rachael seeking a climax.
The climax came when the first stroke landed on the wax covering her sex. The
deliverer of the lashes continued to stroke her labia and pubis with the ends of the
straps that comprised the flogger. He continued to bite into the wax and heat up her sex
until Rachael was pleading with him to let her cum.
“Please, a bit harder. I need to cum properly. Oh please, a bit harder,” she pleaded
but he refused to allow her what she wanted.
“All in due course, my dear. You will cum and you will cum a plenty,” he added.
Then, to Rachael’s annoyance, after half a dozen cunt directed strokes, the flogging
stopped.
The other girl evidently did not enjoy the feel of the flogger on her body. She
screamed when the first stroke cut into her stomach and it was not a hard stroke either.
“Stop – you’re killing me – I can’t go through with this,” she howled.
“We will have to stop with this one. She is not ready to join the sisterhood. Untie
her and take her from the clearing. She will have to go back into training.” The leader
waited while the poor girl, still sobbing loudly, as much from the pain of the flogger as
from her own frustration at being a failure that night, was untied and ushered back to one
of the vehicles they had used to journey to the clearing. She was locked in the vehicle
and the two men returned to the clearing.
Rachael had been released from the pegs and was now kneeling on the ground. She had
a large cock in her mouth, readily gobbling it to please one the masters. She knew she
would have to take three masters at least and now the other girl had dropped out there was
the distinct possibility she would end up taking all six of them.
The owner of the cock was clearly highly aroused. The cock was not overly large, a
mere seven inches but the owner was built athletically and he used a pumping action to
drive his phallus into and out of the young initiates mouth. She sucked and stimulated him
as best she could until, with a loud groan of satisfaction, he grabbed the back of her
hair and plunged his cock in as far as it would go. Rachael knew this was the sign that he
was going to have his orgasm so she breathed in quickly through her nostrils.
The cock buried in her mouth twitched three times before she felt the first spurt of
the hot, sticky semen as it was pumped into her mouth. His cock was not at the right angle
for the semen to shoot down her throat but instead it filled her mouth.
When he had pumped five spurts into her, he slowly removed his cock, feeling her
lick it as he did so. He smiled when the cum dribbled out of her mouth as he took a step
backwards.
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