Chapter 11: Lynne's Induction

At Richard's urging, saying that we didn't want to be late for the ceremony, we quickly finished our diners in silence then gathered our belongings and departed the dining room. When Kevin led us to the elevator and pushed the button for the third floor I quickly questioned him saying, "I definitely remember the hall being on the second floor."

"That was the old auditorium Alex" he corrected me. "The entrance to new facility is on the third floor. Wait 'till you see it. We've been working on it every spare moment we could find in order to get it finished for it's grand opening tonight! I think you'll be impressed by what we've accomplished. We still have a few finishing touches to be completed but they're so minor I doubt you'll be able to pick them out."

When the lift stopped and the doors slid silently open I was surprised to see a richly appointed lobby area instead of the dark paneled corridor I remembered. The lighting was subdued and soft romantic music played in the background. Two sets of double doors that obviously led to the auditorium itself were still closed and twenty or more well-dressed people were gathered about in small groups, the men in suits, the women in evening dress, most with cocktail or wine glasses, engaged in quiet conversation.

A small bar had been setup in the center of the lobby and was doing a brisk business. I scanned the room looking for someone I knew, Brigadier Buzz in particular, but to no avail. Suddenly a soft, throaty feminine voice said "Hello Alex, what a pleasant surprise seeing you again!"

Turning quickly, I found Dianne standing behind me, her long silky blonde hair gleaming in the subdued lighting; her slim sexy figure hardly concealed by a fashionable black sheath dress whose skirt ended several inches above her knees. The plunging neckline revealed that she wasn't wearing a bra tonight either, the rounded sides and under-curves of her full breasts were on display, her nipples clearly visible through the sheer fabric.

I hadn't seen Dianne since she had been led from the stage following her own initiation. In response to my query as to how her life had been since that night, she smiled and said, "I've never been happier, Alex. Derrick, my fiancé, and I have been ever so much closer and I just love the way I've been accepted by all the other members here at the club."

"Where is your fiancé, by the way? I'd like very much to meet him," I replied.

"He's backstage at the moment, I'm afraid," she said, a little dejectedly.

"He was selected by Marianne to be a member of the initiation committee this evening. It's quite a high honor, I hear, for a member to be chosen to participate in such an important function but I can't help but feel a little jealous about it."

"Well, seeing that you've been left to your own devices, so to speak, why don't you join our group?" I suggested. "A friend of ours is being initiated tonight and Ellen is also with us, along with Kevin, Bridget, and Richard."

"Ellen is here?" she exclaimed, "She is so famous! Of course I'll join you. Where is she? I've just got to meet her!"

I looked around and saw that Ellen had wandered off in search of old friends, a group of who currently surrounded her, chatting about old times I suppose. "She seems to be somewhat engaged at the moment but she'll be along shortly I'm sure," I assured her.

We were comparing notes regarding what we both had been doing since we'd last met when we heard a soft electronic chime sound a two-toned note as the doors to the auditorium swung open. The others soon rejoined us and we all made our way into the brightly lit inner area.

I had been thinking of it as an auditorium, and I suppose it was, but it was like no auditorium I'd ever seen before. The room was a fairly large chamber perhaps seventy feet square. A stage area had been constructed abutting the far wall and was currently concealed by a heavy black curtain. This was pretty much as I would have expected. However, the rest of the room puzzled me for a moment. There were no seats! What would normally have been the seating area consisted of four curved rows of soft black overstuffed leather sofas, spaced about a two feet apart with four foot aisles between the rows. Narrower three-foot aisles radiated from the stage area to the back of the room between every two sofas. The floor of the room sloped sharply downward toward the stage, providing an unobstructed view of the stage from all of the sofas. From where we stood, at the rear of the auditorium, we were at least twenty feet above the stage area causing the stage itself appear to be sitting in the bottom of a pit. In the original auditorium, the floor had been level and the stage raised only a couple of feet. This difference explained why the lobby was one floor higher than I had first thought.

Soft romantic instrumental music was being pumped through an obviously high quality sound system to hidden speakers hidden strategically around the spacious room. Looking around, I also noted several large- screen, high-definition, monitors mounted around the room, four across the front, four across the rear, two on each side and two more recessed into the high ceiling. At the moment the screens were displaying scenes of rollicking wood nymphs frolicking about in a lush green forest, although I noticed several were engaged in what appeared to be various forms of sexual activity.

Richard, ever the pragmatist, quietly suggested we should split up and claim our seats. Since the soft leather sofas, the elaborate sound system and the high definition video monitors suggested more than just sitting quietly and enjoying the show, I immediately realized we had a slight problem since our group now consisted of two men and four women. While we were quietly discussing whether we should split up into three pairs, one of which would necessarily entail two women, or into two threesomes, Marianne resolved the problem.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Marianne step out through the stage curtains, scan the room for a second, then move quickly in our direction. Approaching us she grasped me by the shoulder and whispered, "We have a slight problem, Alex. Lynne is somewhat nervous about the ceremony and says she would appreciate it if you and Ellen would help her through it. I admit this is a little unusual but we're not entirely inflexible when it comes to the wishes of our guests so, if you wouldn't mind, could you please join us backstage?"

I looked over at Ellen, who immediately nodded her acceptance. As we accompanied Marianne down the aisle, I glanced back and saw Kevin and Dianne settling into a sofa on the left side of the aisle, while Richard and Bridget claimed one directly across the aisle from them. I smiled to myself, knowing Richard would have loved to have had the chance to sample the luscious Dianne for the first time but Kevin had somehow beaten him to the opportunity!

Ellen and I followed Marianne's swaying hips down the aisle, up onto the stage and through the heavy black drapes. The stage itself was larger than I had expected, with various objects grouped in different sections; some whose purposes were intuitively obvious, others which were more mysterious. There was a huge four-poster bed situated in one area, another contained several large black futon-style cushions. Still other areas contained devices, which I could not identify but which gave the appearance of being deliciously evil in purpose.

Marianne hurried us across the stage and through a steel door set inconspicuously into the back wall. Once on the other side of the door we found ourselves in a well lit lounge area which looked like pictures I had seen of the so-called green rooms found in TV studios. The only exception was a window, which revealed an inner room that appeared to be a control room of some sort. I could see it contained two huge electronic consoles and a dozen or so color TV monitors. It was toward this inner room that Marianne led us. Once inside, Marianne asked us to sit while she briefed us on our duties for the evening.

As she stepped across the room to pull out a rolling chair for herself I glanced about at the equipment, wondering to myself the purpose of it all.

Marianne noticed my puzzled expression and said, "I'll not pretend to understand how all this works, you'll have to ask Kevin about that as this is all his brainchild, but I can explain some of the more obvious features.

From these consoles, we can control all of the audio and video equipment built into the auditorium. For example, these video monitors display what each camera is seeing. From here we can route the video from any camera to any of the various monitors positioned around the theater walls and ceiling. In addition to camera selection, we can also control the angle, zoom and focus of each camera. Also, each camera is equipped with something called a shotgun microphone which can pick up the smallest sounds from the subjects of the shots."

As I scanned the monitors, I noticed that most were picking up the currently empty, dimly lit stage area but several displayed the brightly lit audience. On one monitor I noticed the section where our friends were lounging on their sofas. Richard and Bridget were sitting close together, their heads tilted towards each other, apparently deep in conversation. Kevin, however, had performed some magic adjustment to their sofa, the seat cushion extended forward, essentially creating a bed with the seat back forming a headboard. It was against this headboard that he and Dianne were now lounging. He had one arm snuggly around her shoulder, his other hand slowly sliding up under her short filmy skirt caressing her inner thigh, his head nuzzled into her neck. He was obviously either kissing her neck or whispering sweet nothings in her ear. For her part, Dianna, a Mona Lisa smile on her lips, had her left hand resting lightly on his crotch, idly stroking her palm over his bulging cock through the thin trouser material.

As I watched, I saw Kevin slide the zipper of his fly down, allowing Dianne's hand to slip inside. I chuckled softly to myself at the sight of the supposedly shy Dianne falling so quickly under Kevin's spell.

Marianne, noticing the monitor I was watching, also chuckled. "Kevin is a brilliant young engineer but he's also, to coin a Yank phrase, one of the biggest 'cock-hounds' I've ever known!" she said with a grin.

I continued watching the pair as Kevin, deserting Dianne's thigh, removed his hand and, slipping it into the loose bodice of her dress, caressed her left breast for a moment before sliding the thin material aside, exposing her entire breast. As he leaned over to kiss her now erect nipple, Dianne, who had been sitting with her head thrown back and eyes nearly closed, sat bolt upright and looked around, as though fearful that someone might have seen this indiscretion. Apparently, everyone close enough to observe that Kevin was now licking and lightly nipping her aroused nipple were far too involved in their own indiscretions to take notice. Finally satisfied that no one was paying any attention to what Kevin was doing, she reached down with her free hand and cupped her breast, lifting it to Kevin's eager mouth to provide easier access.

At this point, Marianne reached over and switched the monitor off, saying

"Enough of that Alex, I have to brief you two on your duties tonight; we still have to reassure Lynne and the show goes on in ten minutes. Let's get started."

Marianne rose and opened a closet from which she removed two black robes which were in fact more long capes or cowls than traditional robes. Their two-inch high collars fit snugly around the neck and were fastened by two hook-and-eye devices similar to bra hooks but were otherwise unfastened down the front. Since there were no armholes, they were designed to drape gracefully from our shoulders to the floor. Handing them to us she instructed us to strip completely and don the robes. When we had done so, she told us to hang our clothing in the closet and then to listen carefully as she didn't have time to repeat herself.

"First of all, you and Ellen will form a team with the two men who have been thoroughly briefed on all of the actions that are to be taken tonight. They have general instructions on what I wish to be done but the script isn't entirely cast in stone, there will always be room left for improvisation... within limits of course. Your two primary functions will be to set Lynne's mind at ease, reassuring her that she will not be hurt in any way, and to assist the men in their performance. You two will escort Lynne onto the stage and prepare her both mentally and physically for your two male partners. Then just take your lead from them, they will indicate what they want you to do. Most importantly, keep close watch on Lynne's psychological condition. If you feel at any time that she is unable to continue, let the men know and the program will be terminated immediately. This doesn't happen often, but it's not unheard of. Any questions?"

When neither of us replied, she turned and silently led us from the control room back through the green room to another small room. Here we found Lynne waiting for us with Jody and another lady who I had not met but who greeted Ellen warmly. Lynne was dressed in a floor length white robe which, like our own black robes, was fastened only at the throat by two hooks, allowing it to flow open in the front as we moved. Also like ours, it was designed to flow down over the shoulders and arms, covering her completely. Unlike us however, Lynne was fully dressed under her robe.

Ellen stepped over to Lynne and gathered her into her arms, kissing her lovingly on the cheek. "I hear you want Alex and I to accompany you tonight for moral support. We'll both be honored to stay by your side and help in any way we can. First, and most importantly, be assured we will not let you be harmed in any way and if, at any time, you feel you cannot continue, please let me or Alex know and we'll stop the action immediately. OK?"

Lynne smiled wanly at both of us and, in a small quiet voice, said, "OK."

"Right then," Marianne said, stepping forward and slipping a heavy white sleep mask over Lynne's eyes, tightening the back of the head band to insure it was firmly in place and that her vision was completely blocked.

"Now, you two each take one her hands and follow me."

She then led us back through the green room to the stage door. As she reached out to open the door she said to me, "A spot light will pick you up as you step through the door. Lead her over to the first futon and slowly disrobe her, making sure you give the audience a good show. Then prepare her physically for the men who will join you as soon as she's ready to accept them. I'll be watching on the monitors, so just look back toward the door and hold out both arms, as though in a welcoming gesture. As soon as I see your signal, I'll send the men out to join you. Any questions?... No? Well, out you go then," she said as she shooed the three of us through the door and out onto the stage.

Just before the blinding brightness of the spotlight hit us, I noticed that the curtains were now open and the house was in complete darkness, hiding the waiting audience from our view. Soft polite applause greeted our arrival as we guided the blindfolded Lynne across the stage to the waiting futons.

Reaching the first futon, we positioned her so that she was facing the front of the stage. We must have presented quite a sight... Lynne, completely covered by her floor length sparkling white robe and matching sleep mask, standing stiffly erect, her head held high, the neutral expression on her face hiding the anxiety I knew she must be feeling. I could picture in my mind what we must look like on the monitors, the bright spotlight picking up the auburn highlights in her rich brown hair as Ellen and I flanked her in our somber black robes.

After a few seconds I silently signaled Ellen and we each grasped one side of the front of Lynne's robe and pulled it aside, slipping it back over her shoulders until it flowed down her back like a long cape. Ellen then began slowly unbuttoning the front of Lynne's silk teal blue blouse while I moved around behind her and slid down the zipper of her black skirt. As soon as Ellen finished with the final button, she slipped Lynne's blouse off her shoulders while I released the single button fastening the waistband of her skirt. Simultaneously, Lynne's skirt and blouse fluttered to the floor of the stage, leaving her displayed to the assembled group attired only in her filmy open-nipple bra and matching translucent bikini panties. The dark shadow of her pubic hair was clearly visible through the soft thin material. A soft murmur of approval arose from the audience.

I opened the front fastener of her bra and allowed it to slide down her arms to join her skirt and blouse in the loose pile of discarded clothing at her feet. Then, with Ellen steadying her with a firm grip on her bicep, I knelt behind her, hooked my fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties and peeled them slowly downward, leaving her standing in front of the assembled guests dressed only in a pair of black thigh-high net stockings and black sling-back pumps. Another mummer of appreciation arose from the unseen audience.

Looking at her, I could see why they were so appreciative. Her firm breasts stood proudly out from her chest, her tummy flat and hard and her auburn bush, which had been a little shaggy the last time I had seen it, now neatly trimmed and forming a perfect inverted triangle whose apex pointed toward the junction of her soft thighs as though guiding the viewer's eyes downward to the treasures waiting to be revealed.

Now it was time to reassure Lynne that all was well. I nodded to Ellen, signaling that it was time to move on to the next phase then placed my hand on Lynne's cheek, turning her face toward me and kissing her lovingly, my tongue probing between her slightly parted lips and proceeding deeper, finding her tongue and caressing it. My other hand was now fondling her breasts, massaging their sensitive skin, my fingertips softly rolling her hardening nipples. At the same time, Ellen knelt in front of her, kissing her tummy and moving downward to kiss her upper thighs while her hands kneaded her firm buttocks.

Breaking our kiss, I placed my lips close to her ear and whispered, "Last chance. Are you still OK with continuing dear?"

After a slight pause she replied in a low voice, "Yes. I'm still a little nervous... but yes, I really want to go through with it."

I placed a hand on Ellen's shoulder to gain her attention, and then pointed back to the waiting futon. Silently Ellen rose to her feet. With our hands on her shoulders, we urged Lynne to step back until her heels were at the edge of the large pillow, then with light hand pressure on her shoulders, guided her down onto its surface. She was now in a seated position but when we pressed her shoulders back she understood our intentions and allowed us to ease her down until she was reclining on her back, her white robe fanned out beneath her.

Catching Ellen's attention, I nodded at Lynne's upper body then pointed first at Ellen, then to Lynnne's lower body. As Ellen knelt by Lynne's feet I lowered my mouth to her now stiffly erect nipples. I concentrated on each nipple in turn, first scraping it lightly with a fingernail, and then sucking it into my mouth, laving and flicking it with my tongue, finally nipping it gently between my teeth.

I suddenly felt Lynne inhale sharply, then emit a low moan of pleasure. Since it did not seem to be a direct result of anything I was doing, I glanced back and saw Ellen kneeling between Lynne's slightly parted legs, her hands on the insides of her upper thighs urging them further apart, her mouth tonguing Lynne's excited clit. Lynne was thrusting her hips upward rhythmically, each thrust burying Ellen's nose deep in the soft hair of her bush.

I touched Ellen's shoulder again and indicated that it was time to change places. As Ellen rose from Lynne's loins, I moved down her body, trailing light kisses down over her rib cage and stomach, taking time to explore her navel with the tip of my tongue. I was now kneeling by her hips, and suspecting that a camera might be zoomed in on us, reached down and grasped Lynne's nylon-encased knees, gently pushing on one and pulling on the other until her thighs were splayed widely apart, giving the camera an unobstructed view of her now obviously damp pussy slit. It presented a beautiful sight; a thin line of trimmed auburn hair had been had been left along the edge of each puffy lip, framing the treasures still hidden between them like a priceless piece of art. The pressure I was applying to her spread thighs caused her outer lips to be pulled slightly apart.

Moving carefully so as not to obstruct the view that was now probably being displayed six feet high on the large, high definition, monitors, I applied pressure with my thumbs to the inner edges of her swollen pussy lips, spreading them as far apart as possible. Her clit was clearly visible, peeking out from under its protective hood... bright pink, swollen and demanding attention. The small entrance to her vaginal tunnel was winking at me in time with her thrusting hips like a small black eye. Her thinner inner lips were also parted. The tender flesh below, normally a soft pink, was now a flushed excited crimson, glistening slickly from her mounting desire. Her lubrication was now flowing freely, sparkling in the bright illumination of the overhead spotlight.

Glancing up along Lynne's body, I saw Ellen was now crouched over Lynne's head, Lynne's mouth clamped to Ellen's pussy, her lips working rhythmically. Sensing that the time had arrived, I rocked back on my heels, and looking toward the closed door, reached out with both arms in the prescribed welcoming gesture.

For one terrible second nothing happened, then the door slowly opened and a second spotlight snapped on revealing two men in somber black cloaks exiting the darkness and approaching us. I recognized the taller of the duo immediately... it was Brigadier Donaldson! His partner I

didn't remember having seen before. As the pair drew near I lowered my arms, my hands now pointing to the juncture of Lynne's open thighs as though in offering.

The pair stopped about three feet from us and stared at the tableau spread out before them. Then Buzz unclasped the collar of his cloak and let it drop silently to the floor revealing a hard, well-toned body. At his crotch hung a truly impressive package. His semi-flaccid cock appeared to be about seven inches long and fairly thick. His hairy ball sac swung pendulously behind it, heavy and bloated.

The shorter, younger man also shed his cloak revealing a slimmer, wirier body. His cock was slightly shorter and slimmer than his partner's, but still fairly impressive. Like Buzz, his was currently only semi-erect.

Buzz slowly approached, his gaze locked onto the crotch of the widely spread Lynne. As he reached us he turned to me, and from my position on my knees, I found his large cock head swinging directly at eye level. In a low voice he said, "You've done an excellent job of preparing Lynne. Would you now please afford me the same honor?"

I nodded and reached out, gently grasping his balls in one hand while wrapping my other hand around his thick shaft, guiding his cockhead to my lips. As they met I planted a soft kiss on the smooth rubbery head then extended my tongue until it caressed its silky underside. With his cockhead now resting on my tongue, I opened my mouth as widely as possible and guided it inside. Closing my lips tightly around his shaft, I sucked down firmly while at the same time bobbing my head forward, taking his cock more deeply into my mouth, my tongue sliding back and forth across the sensitive flesh just behind its bulbous head. After only a few seconds of this I felt his cock hardening, thickening in my mouth. When I tasted the first drop of pre-cum I pulled back, allowing his cock to slip from between my lips. Smiling up at his impassive face, I smiled and said, "I think that will do the trick."

He grinned at me and exclaimed, "Damn you're good, Alex. We must get together again soon so that you can finish what you started."

"I'm looking forward to that opportunity m'lord," I replied, grinning back at him.

As I rose to my feet, Buzz dropped to his knees between Lynne's feet, and after slipping her pumps off and setting them aside, leaned forward toward her crotch. Placing both hands under her butt he raised her damp, open pussy to his mouth, spreading it open with his thumbs. Extending his wide, thick tongue, swiped it upward from her tightly puckered anus to her distended clit. Lynne uttered a small cry of surprise and snapped her hips even higher, clamping his head tightly between her nylon clad thighs.

Leaving one hand under her butt, Buzz flicked her clit several times with his tongue before clasping it firmly between his lips and sucking it softly. With his free hand he eased his thick middle finger slowly up into her slick, aroused pussy. Lynne moaned and again thrust her hips hard against his demanding mouth. After stroking it in and out a few times to loosen her fully, his index finger was also inserted and he brought her to the verge of climax before pulling his fingers out and removing his mouth from her clit. He then pushed himself off her and rocked back on his heels, smiling down at the sight she presented; her thighs splayed wide, her pussy open, her lubrication gleaming in the brilliant light, her hips twitching as if seeking fulfillment.

I had been so engrossed in watching him that I had lost track of what else was going on around me. Looking up I noticed several things simultaneously; Ellen was still straddling Lynne's head, the younger man was kneeling on the futon facing Ellen, holding her head in both hands. Her mouth was full of his rampart young cock! Ellen seemed to be enjoying herself immensely; the young man was getting the blowjob of his life; Lynne, with her mouth still glued to Ellen's pussy, was sucking and tonguing it with gusto, so I guessed everyone was a winner. Buzz cleared his throat in an effort to regain my attention and said, "Excuse me Alex, but could you give me a little assistance here?"

Returning my attention to the job at hand I immediately saw his problem. Lynne seemed to have gone into erotic overload. She had a death grip on Ellen's upper thighs, her mouth buried in her crotch, her head in constant motion. I could tell by the activity of her jaw and throat muscles that her tongue was lashing Ellen's pussy frantically. But that wasn't Buzz's immediate problem. He was still on his knees, leaning back on his heels, his cock fisted in his hand, but his primary target was jerking about spastically; simultaneously snapping up and down and thrashing from side to side.

Leaning forward, I rested a forearm across Lynne's lower stomach, my hand pressed firmly against her pubic mound. With my other hand I reached out and wrapped my fingers around Buzz's thick cock shaft, urging him closer. He leaned forward, moving his cock toward its designated target and finally managing to lodge it's blunt bulbous head firmly in the mouth of Lynne's hot, wet tunnel. I then released my grip on his cock and placed both hands on her inner thighs, forcing them firmly against the futon and as far apart as possible.

As he pressed downward I watched his cock head stretch her opening, causing it to slowly dilate, then flow around his hard engorged flesh until it finally snapped tightly around his only slightly smaller shaft. He maintained the pressure, placing more and more weight against her and I watched in fascination as his cock sank slowly into her depths.

Once he had about five inches lodged within her he stopped for a few seconds, allowing her stretched sheath to adapt itself to the fearsome intrusion. He then slowly withdrew until only its head remained imbedded, waited a second, then sharply snapped his hips sharply forward, driving himself completely into her widely stretched pussy, his bloated balls slapping wetly against her ass.

Lynne emitted a muffled gasp as he drove himself into her until his large blunt cock-head bottomed out, his bloated balls bouncing against her brown puckered rosebud.

Looking up, I saw that Ellen had now moved aside and was sitting cross-legged on the futon, watching as the young man knelt over Lynne's shoulders, feeding his now engorged cock into her eagerly sucking mouth. I sat up, releasing the pressure I had been applying to her pelvis. Free of my restraint, her hips slammed upward, riding Buzz's driving cock in a desperate attempt to achieve what promised to be an explosive climax. At the same time, Lynne's hands were grasping the younger man's butt cheeks in an attempt to pull him even closer in order to force his cock deeper into her throat. Gone was any thought of the watching audience or of the intrusive eyes of the many TV cameras trained upon them. Her focus had narrowed to two magnificent cocks, one lodged deep in her engorged pussy, the other massaging her tonsils.

With obvious reluctance, Buzz pulled out of her demanding pussy, rose to his feet and said, "Derrick, I think she's ready for phase two now. Give me a hand moving her."