THE INSIDERS

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 1 ]

I knocked on the door of Patricia’s house and took a deep breath to calm my nerves. I had nothing to be nervous about, I told myself. I’d been looking forward to this for two years now, ever since I’d heard about the Insiders. I always knew I’d be nominated to join the club. I mean, all modesty aside, I’m drop dead gorgeous, popular, and smart. I’ve got long blond hair and skin that tans easily. It gives me an exotic look with the blond hair against my dark skin and I’d been working on my tan all summer long.

As early as 11-years-old I’d started to notice that even grown men would stare at me. Back then I was just starting to get a figure, but I turned all the heads. Now that I was 14 and pretty well filled out, the men and boys could hardly take their eyes off me.

It had been practically the first day of my freshman year in high school that the Insiders asked me if I wanted to join the club. I’d been hanging out with Joelle and Kilie (a sophomore and junior) for most of the summer. We’d talked about the Insiders and I knew they were members. They never said anything specific about the club, but I just got more and more certain that I wanted to be part of it as they talked. They never said it, but I figured they were scoping me out for membership and I tried to be subtle in my hints that I would die for the chance to join. (OK, I wasn’t subtle at all).

Even on the first day of school you could tell that the Insiders ran the campus. Sophomore and junior girls were jumping at the sound of the senior girls’ voices and it was all because some of those seniors were Insiders. Two senior girls came up to me that first week and asked me if I wanted to join. I couldn’t contain my excitement as I told them yes over and over again. I’d do anything to be in the club and rise to the top level as a senior, able to command the rest of the girls on campus. Of course, I realized I would be one of those underclass girls who would be serving for the first three years, but it would be worth it. Even the underclass girls got good grades because the rumor was even some of the teachers were Insiders who made it easier on their fellow Insiders.

As the door opened to Patricia’s house, I walked in and looked around. Patricia led me into the house, down some steps, and into the basement of her house. There were just six girls altogether – Patty and five others. I knew them all already. Patty, Megan, Jessica, and Yvette were seniors. Kilie and Caroline were juniors. All of them wore jeans and white tank tops, giving them a uniform look that was very attractive yet simple.

I wore what I had been instructed to wear. It consisted of a short skirt, pink tank top, and matching pink panties and bra. I was impressed and flattered by the fact that Kilie had paid enough attention to my wardrobe over the summer to specify exactly what underwear I was supposed to wear. But, that’s what added most to my case of the nerves. That meant that part of my initiation would probably be spent wearing just my underwear or else why would they care what I wore.

The six girls started the initiation with a bunch of sinister sounding words about loyalty to the Insiders and how they would own me for the next three years and how there was no turning back and on and on. Then, they promptly sat me down and started fussing around me like I was the queen bee. They applied makeup to my face, gave me a manicure, and curled my hair. They pampered me for what seemed like at least an hour before they finally said I was ready for the initiation.

Kilie pulled out a digital camera and started snapping pictures of me. She wanted to get some glamour photos, so I posed for her. I let the girls direct me to various poses as they urged me to look my sexiest. I blew kisses at the camera, slid a strap off my shoulder, slid my skirt up a little, and general tried to act like a sexy model.

“Being an Insider is all about trust,” said Patty. “We want you to trust us. And we want to be able to trust you. The next step of the initiation is showing us your trust. So, you have to follow all our instructions completely. Understand?”

“Sure,” I nodded. “Whatever you want.”

The six girls all smiled at each other and then Patty said, “Slowly take off your tank top. Look sexy while you do it. Strip down to just your bra.”

“OK,” I smiled bravely back at them. I was ready for this. I’d expected this. I slipped both straps of the tank top off my shoulders to give them a view of my bare shoulders and even the top of my bra. Then, I pulled up the bottom hem of my top to expose my tummy. Patty had asked for slow, so I slowly peeled it upwards until it obscured my vision. Before I could pull it off my head, Patty said, “Stop! Hold it there for a few seconds. Even slower now. Keep going, but even slower.” I pulled it inch by inch over my head and then it was clear. I have to admit that I blushed a little as the girls could see my C-cup tits filling out the pink bra. This wasn’t like getting dressed out in gym class where everybody was doing the same. Here I was the only one taking my clothes off and they were staring.

“Hang on,” said Kilie. “Gotta change the memory card.” She quickly swapped out the memory card and handed the full card to Megan. Megan ran upstairs to download the pictures and free up memory on the card. That meant they were planning a lot more pictures.

Kilie snapped a few more pictures of me looking sexy in my bra and then Patty said, “Take off your skirt now. But, do it slowly. Make sure Kilie can get some good pictures of you. Wow, girl, you look sexy. You’re gonna like the way these pictures turn out.” I was eating up her compliments. The six of them were sexy, full-grown women. I was proud of what I had, but next to them I felt like a little girl. She made me feel good.

Again I took a deep breath and reminded myself that I was mentally prepared for this. I knew they would get me down to my underwear. So, I fiddled with the zipper of my skirt and slowly slid it down my legs and then stepped out of it. Kilie snapped a picture every few seconds, getting the whole strip show on film.

“Great pictures,” said Kilie. She changed out the memory card again and snapped a few of me in just my underwear.

“Yeah,” seconded Patty. “You look great. You have to be the sexiest girl we’ve initiated in a long time. You’re like a natural at this. I can’t believe how good you look. Turn around so Kilie can get some pictures from behind.”

I did what Patty asked, turning around so the girls could see my butt. The panties were pretty small and tight, so I know they could see a lot of my ass. They whooped and hollered like they were real excited about it and I blushed again.

“Great,” said Patty. “Now, keep going. Take off your bra, too. But…”

“What?” I interrupted her. “No way.”

The looks of disappointment on the faces of the six girls were obvious. I’d just thrown a kink into their initiation. Immediately I regretted my refusal. I’d said I’d do whatever it took to become a member and I knew I’d just made a big mistake by backing down. I tried to recover quickly, “I mean, I didn’t think you would want that, but OK. I mean, it’s just us girls, right? You probably want me to do it slowly,” I laughed, trying to turn it into a joke.

“Yeah, slowly,” said Patty as the looks of approval returned to their faces. The camera continued to flash as I reached behind my back and undid the hook of my bra. Slowly I brought the straps forward and then eased the straps off my shoulders. I paused for a moment with my hands cupping my breasts still inside the cups of my bra. Then I smiled at them, as if I did this all the time and bared my breasts. Patty and Caroline seemed particularly interested in my boobs. I’ve admired my own boobs before, but I haven’t ever shown them to anyone else quite like they were looking at them now. Nobody seemed to notice in the locker room, but now five of them stared while the other one kept taking pictures.

I forced myself to relax and smile as I posed for pictures. This was all about trust and I had to prove my trust for my fellow Insiders. I wasn’t particularly surprised when Patty said, “Now take off your panties.”

“And do it slowly,” I added, forcing myself to smile. So, I did just that. I slipped my panties down little by little until they could see my pussy. I could remember not too long ago when I had no hair at all. But now, at 14, I had a nice triangle of blond hair. It wasn’t so thick that you couldn’t see my pussy lips. I posed in a few pictures as Patty took on the role of directing me to turn around and stick out my ass, cup my tits, spread my legs, and otherwise accentuate various parts of my nude body.

Finally, Patty announced that it was time for the rules to be read to me. “You will assume the position of a Nobody,” she said. “Turn around and put your hands behind your back.” I did as she commanded and felt two girls grab my arms. Yvette brought over some twisted old picture wire. It was all rusty and looked pretty bad. I felt the wire being wrapped around my wrists, tying them in position. I wanted to squirm, but just then Patty said, “We really ought to get some new wire for this. The poor girl’s gonna have to get a tetanus shot if that breaks the skin.” Then to me she said, “Just don’t fight against the wire and maybe it won’t cut into your skin.”

I nodded. I was too scared to answer. When Jessica and Megan let go of my arms, I stood naked with my hands behind me. “Lay down on your back,” said Patty.

I knelt down carefully; my balance was off with my hands behind my back. Then, I fell over onto my side and rolled to my back. Megan and Jessica started brushing my hair so that it fanned out around my head like a halo. Then, I felt them start to braid my hair. Strand by strand they braided it tightly. I felt them stop and pull every few seconds to make sure the braids were tight. It took several minutes and it took me quite a bit of effort to hold still during the ordeal of having them pull on my hair like that.

When Megan and Jessica were finished, they stood me up. Jessica, who is really tall, took the end of a rope and ran it through a hook on the ceiling. Then, she pulled the rope tight. To my amazement, as the rope tightened, my hair was pulled up. They’d braided a rope right into my hair! She and Megan both pulled on it until I was completely off the ground, suspended by my hair. My amazement continued just at the fact that I could be supported by my own hair and by the fact that it didn’t hurt - much. I was suspended completely helplessly.

“You are now prepared to hear the rules of the Insiders,” intoned Patty. “The purpose of the Insiders is to control others. Look at these pictures.” She held up some of the pictures that had just been taken of me. I hadn’t seen myself before now and looked in shock at what they had done to me. My lips were bright red, my cheeks had too much rouge, and my eye shadow was slutty. I looked like a slut. Throughout the pictures, the slut posed and stripped and posed.

Patty smiled sinisterly as my look of shock. “You wouldn’t want these pictures to get out to anybody, would you? Parents, friends, brother, sister, teachers. Think of whom we could show these to and what they might think of them. Megan has been downloading them to my computer even as Kilie is taking more. She has emailed them to all of us. If you cross anyone of us, we will send those pictures out to anyone we want. Do you understand?”

I nodded, a difficult task while hanging by my hair, but I was searching for the right words. Kilie was still taking pictures of me as I hung bound. “I don’t want anyone to see them,” I finally said. The full realization of what the Insiders were all about was slowly seeping into my brain. I’d been tricked and now they were blackmailing me. “What do you want?”

“Your total obedience,” said Patty. “You will do everything that one of us commands. You will do it without question. You will do it whether you like it or not. Before you leave here you will demonstrate your obedience to us. For now, you just need to know that you will obey us or we will release those pictures.”

The six girls formed a circle around me and Patty started giving me the rules. “You are a Nobody,” said Patty. “When you come to understand that, you will know your position in the club. There are three kinds of people in the world. There are Insiders. Those are the six girls that you see here. Despite whatever else you might hear, there are no other Insiders. If we add another Insider to the group, we will tell you.

“Those who are not members of the club are Outsiders. They have no standing in the club. We do not command them, though we may associate with them, use them, or have power over them in some other way. You do not need to be concerned with who is or is not an Outsider. All you need to know is who the Insiders are.

“The third kind of person is a Nobody. Those are the girls that we have initiated into the club, but have not attained the level of Insider. As time goes by, you will learn that there are various tasks set before you and if you complete those tasks, you will become an Insider. There are a lot of those girls who have joined just like you. Some are working on being an Insider. Some have decided that the tasks are too hard and have given up. Regardless of whether they want to gain the status of Insider or not, they are still Nobodies and they do whatever they are told to do.”

I listened to every word she said. It wasn’t a long speech, but I understood that I’d been screwed. I was hanging naked by my hair as helpless as could be. They had pictures of me that could be used to blackmail me for a long time. Thoughts of going to my parents or to the police ran through my head and disappeared almost immediately. What could I do? Get them expelled from school? It was my word against the six of them. Even if I won that small victory, I’d have nude pictures all over the place. Nude slutty pictures. Even pictures with me tied up.

“So, tell me what you are,” said Patty.

“I… I’m a Nobody,” I answered. I’d had everything – looks, grades, popularity – but now I was a Nobody and I’d have to earn back my status if I wanted to be an Insider someday. I hit me that there must be a lot of senior girls that were still Nobodies. But, I was going to become an Inside. I swore that to myself right then and there.

“That’s right,” said Patty. “Now, we’re going to give you a taste of just what that means.” She turned to Caroline. “Fix her up for the last stage.”

Caroline put string around my big toes and tied them together. It was a surprisingly easy way to keep my legs together. Then, she tied a thin rope around my waist. She ran the free end of the rope down between my legs, even making sure it tucked into my pussy slit. Yvette pulled my legs up behind me while Caroline ran the rope between my legs and tied it tightly to my ankles. Jessica and Megan lowered me to the floor so that I was balanced on my knees. I’d been more comfortable hanging by my hair. Now that I had weight on my knees, they started to ache.

“You a virgin, Heather?” asked Patty.

“Yes,” I said.

“Want to stay that way?”

“Yes.”

She pulled out a fake cock. It was black, a foot long, and big around. It looked pretty lifelike to me. She waved it around and pointed it at my pussy. I had no way to keep her from doing anything she wanted to me. “I think I’d like to see how far up your little virgin cunt I can stick this,” she said. “Then, you wouldn’t be a virgin anymore. What do you think about that?”

“Please, don’t,” I pleaded. “I don’t want that.”

“Wonder what she’d do to keep you from fucking her with that big cock,” mused Jessica. “Or, maybe she’d really like a big, black cock in her cunt. I hear little white girls like her really like big, black cock.”

“Hey, watch it,” said Yvette. Jessica is the only black girl in the Insiders, so I guess that Yvette didn’t like that comment. But, she wasn’t really on my side. “Maybe she does like big, black cock, but maybe she really doesn’t want to get fucked today. I wonder if she’d lick it for us instead.”

“That would be cool,” said Megan. “But, what would be really cool is if she’d ask to lick the big, black cock.”

They were talked about me as if I wasn’t even there, but I know they were really trying to get a reaction out of me. I kept quiet, waiting to see what they really wanted. I didn’t believe they’d really stick that in my pussy, but I wasn’t certain. The only thing I knew was that I’d do just about anything to keep them from putting that thing inside me.

Kilie set up a video camera on a tripod while they argued about what to do with me. And I started to realize that my knees couldn’t take much more of this. As they bantered back and forth whether they were going to fuck me and what I would do to protect my virginity, I discovered that time was not on my side. When Kilie stepped back from the video camera, she said, “She’s holding up pretty good. She’s been on her knees for 5 minutes now. That’s got to hurt.” She still wasn’t talking directly to me, but I knew that she really was. “Wonder when she’s gonna give in and ask to lick the cock.”

“Well, you know me,” said Caroline. “I’d rather she asked to lick my pussy.” She walked right up in front of me so that her crotch was inches from my face. “I’d love to have her ask that right now.”

That’s when I realized there were worse things than licking the plastic cock. That’s what they seemed really focused on. And my knees were killing me. “OK, I’ll lick the cock,” I said.

“Did you hear something?” asked Yvette of the other girls.

“Thought so,” said Megan. “But, it sure didn’t sound like asking for big, black cock in her mouth.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” said Yvette. “Guess we’ll have to wait a little longer.”

“Can I lick the big, black cock?” I asked, blushing as the words came out.

“That wasn’t bad,” said Yvette.

But, the dildo was in Patty’s hands and I guess that wasn’t good enough for her. “Not bad, but not good enough,” she said. “I want her to really ask for it. She needs to make it sound like she wants to lick it. Or else, I shove it up her cunt and leave it there.”

I tried shifting my weight, but I always ended up with knees in the same position and it was really starting to hurt. Besides, the more I moved, the more the rope dug into my pussy and that hurt, too. I didn’t have much choice, so I swallowed my pride and said, “Patty, please let me lick that big, black cock. I really want to show you how I can lick it.”

“How bad do you want it?”

“Really bad,” I said. I wasn’t kidding. I really wanted off my knees bad.

“Ask me to feed you the big, black cock.”

“Please, Patty, feed me the big, black cock.”

“Tell me you love big, black cock in your mouth.”

“Anything. Yes, I do love big, black cock in my mouth.”

Patty held the cock out to my face and I stuck my tongue out to lick it. While she held it in place, I ran my tongue up and down the shaft. The girls laughed at me while I did it, but I didn’t have a choice. She put the cock to my lips and I tongued the tip of it. I couldn’t resist her as she pushed it forward and into my mouth. I felt my mouth open wider as the tip penetrated my lips and the thick part of it slid between my lips. It was a couple of inches into my mouth and I could hear the girls laughing at me.

“Suck on, slut,” said Megan. “Suck on it like the slut you are.”

I started sucking on it like it was a lollipop. I couldn’t do anything else. Patty slid it in and out of my mouth, making fucking motions with it and I let her do it. “I think she’s enjoying it,” laughed Patty. She slid it a little deeper and I felt it against the back of my throat. I tried to shake my head to keep her from going any deeper, but she pushed it a little bit more and I gagged on the cock. She kept thrusting it in and out of my mouth, but never went quite that deep again. Even after she pulled it from my mouth, she kept it right in front of me and I knew I was supposed to keep licking it.

After a couple of minutes of that, Jessica lowered the rope a little bit more. I finally came down off my knees and lay on my side, my body aching from the strain of being tied in one position for so long. But, they still weren’t finished. Caroline pulled out two clothespins and put one on each of my nipples. “Owww,” I complained, but they didn’t care.

Suddenly I was aware that the other girls were naked. Some of them had stripped behind my back and now I could see Caroline removing the last of her clothes. “One final part of the initiation,” said Patty. “You have to lick our pussies.”

A chill ran down my spine as her words sank in. I was horrified at the idea of putting my tongue there. Yet, my knees still hurt, my whole body ached, and now my nipples were in pain. Horrified as I was, I had no doubt that they were serious and that I would do just what they wanted. I looked at their pussies as I thought about what I had to do and I noticed that they all had shaved their pussies.

It was Megan that squatted down over me first. I ran my tongue up her bare slit, hoping that was enough. “Shit, she isn’t very good at it,” said Megan. “We’ll need to teach her. Yo, slut, stiffen up your tongue and push my cunt lips apart. Get a taste of Megan,” she said. I pushed my tongue between her lips. The smell and taste of her pussy hit me as I licked her up and down. She stood up. I was surprised. I’d thought I would have to lick her until she came, but she seemed satisfied with just demeaning me by giving me a taste of her.

The process was repeated by Jessica, Yvette, Patty, Caroline, and finally Kilie. As I licked pussies, I could hear them talk about how bad I was at pussy licking. That was fine with me. I didn’t want them to get any ideas that I enjoyed it or would make them happy with my tongue. So, I was once again horrified when Patty announced, “Guess I’ll have to train her how to eat cunt. I’ll teach her how to make me cum and then you can all try her out again after that.”

The Insiders all got dressed. Then, Megan and Jessica unbraided my hair while Caroline and Yvette got me untied and unwired. Yvette made a point of showing me that they had used nice, new wire and not the rusty old wire they had shown me. But, their trick had worked; I had been too afraid of getting tetanus to struggle against the wire bondage. I’d ended up being a docile slut for them.

As soon as my hands were free, I reached around and unclipped the clothespins. Immediately, Patty said, “Who said you could take those off?”

“They hurt!” I said.

“No shit,” said Patty. “But, you can’t take them off without our permission, so put them back on.”

I almost said, ‘Or what?’ But I knew what the alternative was. I reached for the pins and put them back on my nipples. When my hair was finally completely unbraided, they told me I could put my panties back on.

“May I take off the clothespins and put my bra on?” I asked, trying to sound as polite as possible.

Apparently that was the right ploy because Patty said, “Very nice, Heather. You may take off the pins and get dressed and go. I want you back here tomorrow after school, though. You have pussy eating lessons to get started on.”