Chapter 6: Initiation

He was awoken by frantic knocking on the front door. Blearily he stumbled from his bed and opened it. In the hallway stood Jacqueline, holding a raincoat clasped tightly at her throat and looking very agitated.

"Quick," she cried. "You must come at once."

"What... ? Why... ?" he asked, his head full of sleep.

"Don't ask any questions. You must come now. It's very important."

The urgency in her voice penetrated the fog of sleep.

"Okay. Okay." he turned away to find some clothes and Jacqueline followed him in and paced agitatedly while he struggled into trousers, jumper and shoes.

"Hurry. Do hurry," she urged.

She led him out across the courtyard and away from the main entrance. The night was overcast and pitch black and he had no idea of what time it was. He kept stumbling and tripping, although Jacqueline seemed to know her way. He noticed, without really being aware of it, that she held the neck of her coat tightly closed at all times although the night was not cold, and that she was wearing a pair of stiletto-heeled sandals.

She opened a door he had not seen before and urged him through.

"In here," she hissed. "Be careful on the stairs."

There was no light and he stumbled up a flight of stairs. As he reached the top, a door opened in front of him and the dim light spilling out temporarily blinded him. Before his eyes could adjust, Jacqueline pushed him firmly from behind. He lurched through the doorway and was grabbed by a number of people. His arms were pinned tightly and a hood thrown over his head. He started to protest and struggle.

"Adam," said a voice he recognised as Anne's. "Be still and listen. You have been brought here tonight for a very special purpose. Tonight you are on trial. It is a serious trail for your future depends on how you behave. For the duration you will remain blindfolded. If you cooperate, your arms will remain free and only your legs will be restrained. To succeed in this trial you must do exactly as you are instructed without question and without objection. If you so much as hint at non-cooperation, the consequences will be severe. Do you understand."

"What... ! This is outrageous! You can't... " he spluttered, his voice muffled by the hood.

"Adam! I can't tell you how important and serious this is. I am not exaggerating when I say your whole future depends on what happens here tonight. You must do exactly as instructed without question and without objection. I will not repeat this. You have no need to speak - simply nod or shake your head. Now, do I have your full and willing cooperation?"

There was something in her voice that convinced him she was deadly serious and it chilled him. He noticed that he had not been given an option to back out. For a fleeting instant he wondered if his life was at stake. He swallowed in a dry throat and nodded.

"You agree you will obey every command given and carry out every action as instructed?"

Again he nodded. There seemed to be a collective sigh of relief from his captors. With a flash of intuition, he realised they were all female. A feminine body pressed against him and soft hands slipped a mask underneath the hood and secured it tightly around his eyes. The hood was removed.

It felt very strange and unnerving to be in an unknown room with a group of unknown women, unable to see. The lack of vision, however, heightened his other senses. The hands that had fastened the mask now tugged at his jumper. He raised his arms above his head to assist. A second pair of hands was fumbling at his belt and fly and a third pair was tugging at his shoes. The air was warm and the floor carpeted. The carpet felt soft and thick against his bare feet. There was a clanking of chains and soft hands clamped padded metal bands around his ankles. He was urged forward, stumbling as he discovered that the chain joined the ankle bands together, until his toes met and obstruction.

"Bend over. You won't fall," said a voice.

His hands were pulled forward to grip a horizontal metal bar, slightly above waist height and away form his body. There was a shuffling sound from the floor and a pair of gentle hands and mouth wrapped themselves around his cock. Despite feeling completely vulnerable and exposed, he began to respond. The hands cupped his balls, nails scored lightly up the sensitive underside of his cock. Lips and tongue licked and sucked around the glans. The mouth engulfed him and he felt the tip of his cock press against the woman's throat. She was definitely an expert at oral sex. He groaned.

Without warning a line of severe pain lanced across his buttocks and a searing heat, like a jolt of electricity, surged through his body. He cried out and jerked forwards to escape the pain. The woman sucking him off jerked her mouth away to avoid being choked.

"What the... !" he shouted.

"Remember, Adam, you are on trial, here!"

The pain and shock receded leaving a residual heat. The mouth returned to ministering to his cock which now seemed even more sensitive. With sudden insight he saw the parallel between his situation and the recent punishment session. The mouth at his cock and the burning in his bottom prevented him from thinking very clearly. This was very important! If only they would let him alone for a moment he was sure he could work it out.

The second blow landed and again he jerked forwards. This time he managed to remain silent except for an involuntary grunt. Images flashed through his mind; of the girls in the car on the way to the interview, of Felicia in her thong, of Anne confessing she enjoyed punishing the girls. All the little signals he had overlooked suddenly came into focus. This was no ordinary school. Something mysterious was going on. He was taking part in some sort of initiation rite - some trial to see if he was fit for something. He had no idea what but in that instant he knew he wanted, needed to be part of it and that he must not fail. With almost maniacal glee, he braced himself for the further blows he knew would come.

When the next blow landed he gripped the bar tightly and managed to restrain his movement to a slight flinch.

"Very good," said Anne, approvingly.

The mouth at his cock had moved away in case he reacted but quickly returned. He gritted his teeth as the pain surged through him again. This time, perhaps because he was anticipating it, it did not seem so bad. The blows continued to rain down on him from behind and the mouth continued to suck him from the front. He no longer felt the individual blows. Each one seemed only to raise the searing agony to even higher levels. The pain became heat and spread through his body with its focus in his cock. The mouth licked and slurped and sucked seeking to suck his balls out through the tip of his cock. He lost count of the strokes. His whole concentration was on the pain and the heat and the sucking mouth. A deep sensation began at the base of his cock. "Oh, shit. Oh, yes," he cried out. He began to twitch uncontrollably as his balls emptied and he pumped his cum into the anonymous mouth. The first spurt caught her by surprise but she immediately began sucking and swallowing enthusiastically, cupping his balls and squeezing them gently as they emptied their contents into her mouth.

The mouth moved away and was replaced by a second one which eagerly licked and lapped him clean. Gentle hands helped him upright where he stood on shaky legs. A glass of liquid was pressed into his hand and he drank it eagerly, not thinking or caring about what it might be. It didn't seem to be alcoholic but it settled in his stomach and spread a fuzzy warmth all through his body. The pain in his bottom receded to a dull ache. Another pair of soft hands took hold of his cock and gently began to masturbate him. To his surprise, he began to respond immediately. A mouth followed the hands - this time full of light and fluttery kisses and licks that seemed more aimed at rousing him to full strength. In no time at all, his cock was stiff and throbbing. He could feel the blood pulse through its veins and he wanted a fuck.

Eager hands pressed him back until he was lying on his back on a narrow bench. His arms were pulled together under the bench and his wrists were handcuffed together. His feet were unchained and positioned flat on the floor and a strap secured his ankles to the legs of the bench. The bench was narrow and he felt precariously balanced. He was acutely conscious of his cock, thick and throbbing and standing stiffly out from his body, fully exposed for all to see. Then there was the warmth of a woman's body near his head and the musky, tingly aroma of hot female sex.

"Right, Adam," said Anne's voice. "You are required to make each person in turn cum without cumming yourself. If you cum first, it will be 20 lashes plus 5 for each person you missed. Clear?"

He nodded and before he could even take a breath, his mouth was filled with hot, wet, cunt and a thick bush of pubic hair. He stuck out a tongue and probed the cunt and was rewarded with a moan. He began to lick between the proffered lips, running his tongue up and down the moist slit. He probed deeper, wiggling his tongue inside the vagina. It's owner moaned again and started to rub her cunt up and down on his face. The hairs of her cunt filled his mouth and his nose and chin became coated and sticky with her juices.

He found her clitoris and flicked it with his tongue; probing and poking. The owner grew more agitated, pressing down more heavily on his face. He stretched his lips and sucked the clitoris into his mouth. This drove the woman wild and she started bucking so fiercely that he feared he would roll off the bench. But her agitation acted to his advantage for, instead of having to work to bring her off, the woman was doing that for him. She was obviously aroused before he started and it was only a matter of minutes before she pushed down hard on his face, almost breaking his neck, and rewarded his efforts with a scream of pleasure and a flood of feminine juices. The juices ran stickily covering his nose, mouth and chin.

He could hear the woman being helped down with appreciative murmurs. 'Well, that wasn't too bad, ' he thought. 'If my neck can stand the strain, I should be able to do this.'

A warm, damp cloth was passed over his face and neck, wiping away the sticky residue and another pair of thighs stepped up. He knew it was somebody different: the aroma from the aroused cunt above his head was, somehow, sweeter and lighter. The thighs and cunt seemed closer so he guessed that this woman was smaller. From above his head a hesitant voice said, "I don't think I want to do this..."

"You have to," came Jaqueline's voice, encouragingly. "You'll be just fine. You'll enjoy it."

The cunt was lowered tentatively. He felt soft, cunt lips and a brush of fine cunt hair against his nose and mouth. He surmised that this was Evaline. He decided he had better be a bit less aggressive than he had been with the previous woman. He started by making short, gentle licks over and around the soft cunt lips, gradually making them longer and more lingering. The cunt was not so aroused as the previous one had been and it was several minutes before he felt them swell and part. The sweet, musky odour increased and he was aware of a slight trembling in the thighs which clamped his ears. He gently probed his tongue between the lips and licked up and down in long sweeps. The trembling in the thighs increased and a low moan came from above.

Without warning a tongue of fire lashed across his prick and the shock made him jerk, almost dislodging the woman above him. Again, the pain lanced through his prick and balls. It was so intense he nearly wept. 'Oh, God, no more, ' he begged in silent agony. In that moment of blurred anguish he almost gave up. But something held him and he fought to maintain his balance and his equilibrium, and keep up the steady licking of the cunt pressing down on his face. The woman was now fully aroused and her pussy juices were trickling out running over his chin. He extended his tongue, pushing it deeper into the hot, wet interior and wiggling it about. Evaline's cunt tasted young and sweet and he wished he could push his cock into it instead of his tongue.

No further blows came to his cock. Instead, it was suddenly engulfed in a warm, wet mouth. To his surprise, the lashing had not decreased his ardour. If anything, his cock was even more sensitive and felt every touch of lips and tongue intensely. The mouth moved up and down on his cock, sucking as it rose. The tongue ran round the sensitive tip then the mouth descended again. 'Oh, shit, ' he thought. 'If she keeps this up, I'll cum long before I've finished.' The thought of 20 or more lashes, however, didn't bear contemplating so he tried his best to ignore the sensations at his lower end and concentrate on those at the top end.

He probed and licked, wiggling his tongue deep into the, by now, hotly aroused cunt. He found the woman's stiff, little clitoris and circles it with his tongue. She let out a small scream and almost overbalanced. Sympathetic hands reached out to support her and he could vaguely hear encouraging voices muffled by the slim thighs clamped tightly around his head.

The mouth continued to ply his cock and he continued to try to ignore it and bring the girl on his face to her climax. He sucked her clitoris into his mouth and nipped it gently with his teeth. That did it. Evaline's thighs parted then clamped shut around his head, her bottom jerked and twitched as she came. More sweet, female juice dribbled over his face and he eagerly lapped it from her cunt. Trembling with emotion, she was helped down. The mouth was withdrawn from his cock.

Now the stress was over, he became aware that his body, particularly his neck and shoulders were aching with the strain of maintaining his balance on the narrow bench.

His face was tenderly cleaned again. Then another pair of thighs straddled his head and another cunt descended, rather tentatively, on his face. These thighs were sleek and muscular and the cunt had a more stringent odour - tart and piquant. With sudden insight he knew this was Barbara. As her cunt lips brushed his nose, he was aware of two things - that she was remarkably wet and that there was not a trace of hair anywhere. He explored the bare lips with his tongue and discovered that they were small and full. He tried to visualise Barbara naked with her small, round cunt and found the image surprisingly erotic although he had not been particularly attracted to her before. She was too honed, too lean for his tastes with her small high breasts and broad shoulders. He continued to carefully explore Barbara's bare pussy, conscious that, as an out-and-out lesbian, she would probably not be a particularly enthusiastic participant.

He was so absorbed in his task that he completely forgot where he was, so the lash curling round his erect prick caught him totally by surprise. Only by an effort of supreme self-control did he avoid biting both his tongue and Barbara's cunt lips. Three times the lash bit into his prick and three times the pain seared through his body. He broke out in a sweat all over.