GODDESS

BY X-FILE

It was a doggone hot day, Seth opined to himself. About the sort of day an eleven year old farm kid ought to be fishing the creek in the cool, dark woods across the road instead of weeding his mom's garden in the broiling sun. Especially since he could get his pole out of the barn, sneak across the scorching blacktop and vanish into the brush without anybody knowing. There'd be grubs under the rocks for bait, and he could be back before his mom ever noticed. Might even bring back a mess of fish for supper. She'd like that!

Pole in hand, he was heading for the fence when a flash of bright color caught his eye down the road to the south, toward town. He didn't want to be seen, so he ducked down and peered between the white pickets.

"Almost there now!" Lynne called to the girls riding in file behind her. She upshifted and stood, pumping hard to speed up the little hill, then coasted to a stop at the side of the road. Little flaxen-haired Jenny braked beside her.

"Where?" asked Cissie, blonde braids flying as she skidded her bike to a stop. "My uncle Heber's farm's just up the road there, and I don't see a path or anything."

"'Course you don't, silly," red-headed Prudence replied, belying her name by flicking her rear wheel sideways as she braked, sending a spray of gravel toward the other three. "Ilena found this place herself, and we've been real careful not to make a path anyone could see from the road, or let anybody see us go in."

"Oh, I see. But why's it so awfully secret?"

"Well," Lynne answered, smoothing the light brown helmet of her hair into place, "when we go `skyclad', as Ilena calls it, we sure don't want anybody - " She looked past the other girl. "- but here's Ilena now, and Anh. Let's duck into the woods, and you'll see why in a minute."

Through the fence, Seth watched two more girls join the others. He guessed four of them to be seventh-graders, maybe a year ahead of him; the fifth girl was only a little older, maybe thirteen, but taller than the others. This girl was taller than the others,and she moved with a grace that made her seem almost grown up. She didn't just get off her bike, she dismounted, long brown legs flashing beneath a short skirt. The outlines of budding breasts showed as she raised her arms to push back the dark mane that had escaped its fastenings on the ride from town.

"Well," Ilena said in her faint, charming accent. "It seems there is no one about to see, so let us go into the woods, girls". Holding her old-fashioned girl's black three-speed by the handlebars, she pushed past the tall bush Lynne held aside. The others followed, and Lynne made sure the bush fell back into place, hiding any trace of an opening from the road.

Seth watched the brightly clad girls disappear into the woods. Shit, he thought, that path they're on leads down to the best fishing spot on the creek! What the heck are girls gonna do down there? Not fish, for sure - no poles or anything. Swim, maybe? They could have suits on under their clothes, and the big one had a sack in the basket on her handlebars. Could be a towel. Or maybe...maybe they aren't gonna wear bathing suits at all! Yeah! Skinny-dip and sun themselves on the grass by the big old stump like Bobby and me did that time we...

He felt a stirring under the overalls that were all he wore in the summertime. He didn't get hard, not at his age, but he did swell up a lot and his balls got tight. That's what was happening now as he remembered what he and his friend had done, and thought about watching the townie girls swim naked in the bright summer sun.

He considered leaving his fishing pole behind, but decided it would give him a reason to be down by the stream if anybody saw him and so, ducking around the end of the fence, he scooted across the hot asphalt and into the woods. In the green coolness, he set off on a path that would bring him to the fishing hole from downstream, opposite the way the girls had taken.

In the leaf-dappled shade of a wide spot in the path, the girls lay their bikes down, five bright ten-speeds and Ilena's dull black three-speed. Before she put her bike down, Ilena removed the canvas sack from the basket, handling it with a care that was almost reverence despite its nondescript appearance. She held it before her in both hands as she stepped solemnly down the path, humming under her breath a strange, discordant melody.

Cissie, in line between Lynne and Jenny, put her lips close to her friend's ear. "You didn't answer me, Lynnie. What's `skyclad', what's gonna happen, and for goodness's sake, what's that," she whispered, nodding toward Ilena and her burden.

"Not `goodness', Cissie," came the murmured reply. "`Goddess'! We're gonna initiate you into Her Mysteries today, 'member?" The dark-haired girl giggled quietly. "She doesn't have much use for the kind of goodness we've been taught! And `skyclad' is just a fancy name for `bare'. That's how we have to worship the Goddess, `wearing only the sky above', as Ilena says. Not a stitch on, my mom'd call it." She shook her head. "And I can't tell you anything about the ceremony, but Pru and Anh and me've been initiated by Ilena, and she was done back in the old country by her mother. You'll get through it, we all did." She reached back and gave Cissie's hand a quick squeeze. "You're my best friend, Cissie, I wouldn't let anybody hurt you -not too much, anyway!"

Cissie shivered, though with anticipation or fright she couldn't have said. "And the sack?"

"Oh, that's the stuff for the ceremony. Ilena brought it over with her. It's all sacred to the Goddess, so we have to treat it like it's holy."

Ilena turned her head and spoke over her shoulder, her voice strangely low and vibrant. "Initiate Lynne, do not speak with the Candidates. They must now maintain silence until the ceremony begins!"

With a quick squeeze and a smile, Lynne looked away from Cissie, leaving the slender blonde girl wondering.

The water gurgled and purled on Seth's left, covering any sound from the tow-haired boy's sneakered feet as he made his way upstream on the faint bankside trail. The sun was reflected from the ripples and eddies of the surface, breaking into ever-shifting beams. Seth's attention was turned inward, and his dazzled eyes saw visions of slender bodies gleaming naked against the woods' deep green

He'd never really seen a girl with no clothes on, not unless you counted one glimpse of his older sister's bare bottom as she ran across the hall from the shower to her bedroom to answer the phone, robe clutched to her front. But she was all bumps and hollows, not smooth and sleek like the girls he saw at school every day in their bright pretty dresses. Anticipating, he hurried along the path.

The sound of water grew louder as the five girls stepped solemnly down the shady path. Ahead, sunlight streamed into a small secluded glade that ran about thirty yards from the stream's edge to the dark palisade of the wood. Near the center of the roughly circular clearing was a great stump, a remnant of the ancient forest that ruled here before the white man came with his axes and his saws. Almost five feet across, its flat, smoothly weathered top stood two and a half feet above the grass. The sturdy eyebolts set evenly around the trunk were so rusted as to be nearly invisible against the rough brown bark.

In the little shady clearing that formed a sort of anteroom or vestibule between the path and the glade, Ilena paused and turned. Reverently, she set her burden on the ground in the center of the open space. She and the other girls formed a circle around the dark bundle. The day was getting warm; all of them had a little dew of sweat on their upper lips, and dark circles were spreading under their arms

"Let us be one with the Earth," Ilena half-chanted.

"The Earth is the Mother's, and all that is in it; Amen," replied Lynne and Prudence and Anh. Jenny and Cissie stood silent, waiting.

"Now we remove the false trappings of Man." Ilena began to unbutton her blouse.

"To stand sky-clad in our Mother's house!" the other two replied, solemnly beginning to undress. Cissie and Jenny looked at each other doubtfully, but Cissie pulled her polo shirt over her head, folded it neatly and laid it on the ground. Jenny's blouse soon lay beside it. Cissie kept her eyes down as she slipped off her sneakers and socklets, but couldn't help noticing Jenny's pretty bare feet.

Jenny's skirt and Cissie's shorts were soon lying on their tops, and the two girls slid smoothly out of their panties, lifting one bare foot from the cool earth, then the other. Neatly folded, the panties lay on top of the little piles of fabric at their feet. Despite the heat of the summer day, the air felt cool as it caressed bare skin. Shivering a little, Cissie stood and looked around, feeling rather than seeing the warmth of Jenny's nakedness beside her.

Lynne and Pru were completely bare, the redhead's pale skin gleaming in the half-light of the woods, contrasting with the other's glowing amber. Anh rose from putting her panties on the neat pile of her clothing, golden skin contrasting with the blue-black hair that flowed to the top of her tight litle rump. Cissie had never seen her friends completely undressed before, and she marvelled at how pretty they were and how naturally they accepted their nudity, with none of the awkwardness she felt at being naked in the open air.

Because she'd had to take off a bra, Ilena was still undressing when Cissie looked in her direction. In contrast to the other girls' smooth boyish figures, her small pointed breasts showed clearly as she bent to step out of her panties, and the faintest trace of down showed dark against the tawny skin where her slim thighs joined. Slightly tip- tilted brown eyes and black hair gave a gypsy cast to her features.

On bare feet, she moved to the center of the clearing and knelt before the dark cloth bundle. Prudence, Lynne and Anh joined her in a tight group that left no room for the other two, who stood watching until Ilena's hand motioned them downward. They knelt on the soft earth and sat back on their heels, watching.

Ilena untied the drawstring that closed the mouth of the sack, and the others lifted and held it open for her to reach inside. Cissie's eyes widened as Ilena withdrew a bundle of cords, twisted white and red, and placed them across Lynne's upturned palms. Narrow strips of white and red cloth, like scarves, were laid across her forearms.

"For the Mistress of Candidates, in the Mother's name," Ilena intoned.

"Blessed be the Mother," girlish voices chanted the reply.

Next Ilena took from the sack two objects with wooden handles, placing them in Pru's hands. The kneeling redhead crossed her arms on her pale breast, hands at shoulder level like a painting of an Egyptian pharaoh. From one handle curved long streamers of some plaited, strawlike substance. From the other hung thin strips of soft red and white leather.

"For the Mistress of Pain."

"Blessed be the Mother."

Jenny and Cissie looked at each other fearfully. Their hands crept together and clasped tightly.

Next came a small, lidded gray pottery jar and a case of gold-tooled red leather a little less than a foot long and perhaps two inches across. Ilena placed these on Anh's upturned palms chanting, "For the Mistress of Love, in the Mother's name."

"Blessed be the Mother."

Then Ilena took from the sack a wide white belt and buckled it around her own waist. It was obviously made for an adult, but extra holes had been punched in the leather to fit it to Ilena's slender body. A jeweled knife handle protruded from the tooled red scabbard hanging on short golden chains over the girl's left hip

"And these for the Mistress of Sacrifice, in the Mother's name."

Again, the others chanted the response. Cissie's gaze was drawn to Ilena's hips as the white belt was buckled on. She noticed a faint scar on the girl's lower belly, about an inch long across the swelling mound above her sex. It was old and nicely healed, but she gasped as the other girls rose and formed a semicircle before the two kneeling candidates. Each of them had a similar scar in the same location. Pru's and Lynne's were white, but Anh's pale-gold skin was crossed by a tiny slash of new-healed pink.

Before she really had time to think about her discovery, Cissie's attention was diverted by Lynne's voice saying, "Candidate Cecelia and Candidate Jennifer, you have expressed your desire to become Initiates of the Mysteries." The formal words sounded so strange in Lynne's girlish voice that Cissie almost giggled.

"Know, Candidates," Lynne went on. "That you must undergo an ordeal before the Mother welcomes you to her company of Initiates. You will be humbled, and there will be pain, though not be too much for you to bear; but you must submit willingly and in ignorance of the nature of your trial." She paused, licking her lips. "Candidate Jennifer, are you willing, or will you forever leave this place, to tell no one about the Goddess?"

Jenny spoke from Cissie's left. "I-I am willing."

Lynne's hazel eyes swung to Cissie. "Candidate Cecelia, are you willing, or will you forever leave this place, to tell no one about the Goddess?"

Cissie licked her lips, suddenly dry. "I am willing," she answered firmly.

Lynne turned to Ilena. "Mistress, the Candidates are willing!"

"Let them be prepared and brought into the sacred grove" Ilena turned and walked into the sunlit clearing followed by Anh and Pru, each bearing the instruments of their office.

Seth dropped to all fours on the bank path. He could see the edge of the clearing now, bright green grass at the stream's edge. He crept as quietly as he could into the underbrush, across dirt and leaf-mold on elbows and knees, making a tunnel for himself. He wormed the last few feet on his belly, rubbing his already stimulated cock over the uneven ground. Carefully, he parted the last tall grasses at the clearing's edge and looked out.

Nothing. He'd half expected, half hoped that he'd find the girls splashing in the shallow pool lying at the foot of the clearing, naked as jaybirds. When they weren't there, he thought they'd surely be in the clearing itself, maybe sunning themselves on the old stump like him and Bobby had done that time they...

But the girls weren't there, either. Disappointed, he slithered his way backwards towards the path to get his pole. No sense letting the day go to waste, and he could always strip and swim himself. He liked to get naked in the woods, anyhow.

He'd just taken off his sneakers and was sliding out of his overalls when he heard the singing in the clearing. High and sweet, young girls'voices chanting, too far off to understand. He kicked off the overalls and scuttled back to his hiding place, the earth cool on his belly and thighs. Breathless from the crawl, he parted the grass and looked out.

Three girls were coming into the clearing. All three were completely naked, though the tall one in front had a white belt around her waist and something on her hip that flashed in the sunlight as she walked. She was dusky-skinned and black haired, with high, pointy little tits. Behind her was a redhead with very white skin, holding some dangly things up by her shoulders, and last came an oriental girl with long black hair, holding some stuff he couldn't make out in her upturned palms. He guessed the last two must be younger than the first, because they didn't have any more tits than he did himself.

The three formed a circle around the old stump. The chanting stopped, and the girls bowed, knelt, leaned back until their unbound hair swept the ground behind them, then rose and bowed deeply again, hair hiding their faces from Seth. Then all three turned and faced the way they had come, obviously waiting.

Seth lifted his hips a little, slipping his left hand under his swollen cock. Gently, he began to compress its head between the heel of his hand and his belly. This was gonna be a much better show than he'd ever imagined. What the dickens were they up to?

While the other girls performed their ritual in the sunlit glade, Lynne walked behind Jenny and Cissie, carrying the scarves and soft red-and-white cords. The two Candidates were still kneeling naked on the soft carpet of leaves in the shade of the little clearing.

"Candidate Jennifer, place your hands behind your back, grasping each arm above the elbow with the opposite hand," Lynne intoned. Little Jenny was puzzled, but with Lynne's help, got her arms behind her, forearms together and parallel with the ground. Using a length of cord Lynne bound her wrists to her arms just above the elbow, firmly but not tightly enough to hurt.

Then it was Cissie's turn and she obediently laid her arms together across her back. The cords were soft and Lynne didn't tie them tight enough to pinch, but a.few experimental tugs convinced Cissie she couldn't get loose. Not that she wanted to; being tied up naked was such a thrill! She was beginning to feel a moist little tingle down low in her belly. Looking over at Jenny, she could see a reflection of her own excitement shining in the younger girl's eyes.

Lynne picked up a strip of cloth. "Now must your sight be taken until the Goddess gives you her vision." She wound the red and white band around Jenny's head, covering her eyes, and knotted it behind. The striped cloth contrasted prettily with Jenny's white-blonde hair. Then it was Cissie's turn to be blindfolded. She kept her eyes closed while Lynne wound the cloth around her head. There was a kind of dusty sunshine scent and when she opened her eyes again she looked into a red-tinged tan haze that filled her sight in all directions. The layers of cloth over her ears muffled her hearing, too, so that sounds all seemed to come from very far away

Kneeling, nude, bound and sightless, Cissie had never felt so helpless, or so conscious of her own body. It seemed as if all her senses were concentrated in her bare skin. She was aware of the air flowing gently across her body, and the naked warmth of Jenny at her side. Smell, too was sharpened; Lynne's warm girl-scent filled her nostrils as she helped the two bound Candidates to their feet.

Lynne moved the two blindfolded girls so that Jenny stood directly before Cissie at the entrance to the glade. She formed a loop at one end of a long cord and dropped it over Cissie's head, then tied another and did the same to Jenny. The remainder she wrapped around her own hand and with a gentle tug, led the two helpless Candidates into the sunwashed green of the glade where the other girls waited, chanting, immobile in their ritual positions.

The singing started again and Seth lifted his head for a better view. Three more naked girls were coming into the clearing, a girl with light brown hair leading two others, a short towhead and a taller blonde, by some sort of leash around their necks. But what really excited him was the fact that the hindmost pair were blindfolded. As they drew closer, he could see that their arms were tied up behind their backs, too. And there was something awfully familiar about the one who was last in line, though with the cloth band over her face, he couldn't place her yet.

They reached the other three and stopped. The girl who led them took the cord from their necks, coiling it neatly on the stump. The two bound girls were led, still blindfolded, to the stump and bent over it, one from each side, heads together. Shit! That low, they were out of sight behind the tall weeds, though from the motions of the brown-haired girl who moved around them with the rope, it looked as if they were being tied to the stump. Searching for a better view, he spied a little rise topped by some low scrub to his left, about twenty feet across the open grass. If he could just crawl over there on his belly while the girls' attention was on the activity around the stump...

He didn't like leaving the shelter of the heavy brush, or getting so far away from his clothes, but he decided to risk the trip so he could see better. Slowly, careful not to disturb the tall grass any more than he had to, Seth slithered on elbows and knees, chest and belly dragging over the ground. The still-wet grass tickled his swollen prick, sending waves throughout his body. After a few minutes' effort, he lay at full length behind the little rise, the sun warming his bare back. The sweet scent of crushed grass rising around him, he peered through a small gap in the clump of brush.

And what a sight he saw! His cock jumped beneath him as he looked at the scene in the clearing. The two blindfolded girls, arms still bound behind them, knelt in the grass on opposite sides of the stump. They were bent forward, upper bodies pressed against the warm wooden table by ropes across their backs. They lay head to head, dark gold against pale. The taller girl's white upturned bottom pointed almost directly at Seth. Her knees had been tied slightly apart to rings set in the stump, and he could see the entrance to the shadowed secret place between her thighs. From there, his eyes travelled the length of her slender nakedness. Beyond the curve of one bare shoulder, her head was turned toward him, one cheek resting on the smooth wood. Despite the blindfold, there was something awfully familiar about the nose, and the curve of her lips and chin. Who was she?

Unaware of their observer, the girls continued their rite of initiation. Lynne finished tying Cissie and Jenny across the stump and stood back, hands on hips, flushed with her exertions. "The candidates are secured, Mistress," she intoned.

Ilena was equally solemn. "Then let the Ordeal begin!" She nodded to Pru, and the redhead moved to stand behind Jenny's bare rump.

"There will be thirteen." she stated. "Twelve for the minor gods, and one for the Mother." Planting her bare feet slightly apart in the grass, she drew back her right arm, swinging the plaited fronds behind her head, then brought them swishing down across the upturned cheeks of Jenny's bottom.

"One: Azathoth, master of the underworld!," she cried. "Blessed be!," the others responded. Jenny jumped, more from surprise than pain, and bit off a gasp.

Another stroke; from the left this time, and the soft leather strips curled around the little towhead's thighs, the tips making tiny slapping sounds against her skin. Again the girl jumped.

"Two: Tsenga, mistress of the seas!," was the cry, and "Blessed be!," the reponse.

The strokes continued through the tale of minor deities, alternating plaited straw and leather. Individually, they were not painful, but repetition made Jenny's bottom smart as if it were on fire. Soon the pale cheeks were streaked with pink and she writhed in her bonds, biting her lip to keep from crying out. But the warmth was spreading, enveloping all her lower belly where it ground against the worn edge of the wooden platform. In the heat of the fire, a little seed of pleasure sprouted.

"Twelve: Hemena, mistress of the harvest!," rang through the glade followed by "Blessed be!," as leather caressed the squirming buttocks. And finally, "Thirteen: our great MOTHER, mistress of all!," both whips descended together on the writhing cheeks with a hiss and a crack as the others chanted, "Most blessed is she, mistress of all!"

Through the smarting haze, Jenny heard Ilena's voice: "Our sister has completed the Ordeal. Are you well, sister?"

"Y-yes, mistress. I...I am well," she replied shakily.

"Good. Rest now, while the other candidate is tested."

She heard Cissie's breath sharply indrawn, and the rustling of the grass as Pru positioned herself behind the other girl. A swish, and Cissie gasped as "One:..." rang out. Jenny's own sore cheeks clenched together in sympathy. To her surprise, she found that her thighs were moist where they joined. Behind the blindfold, her tear-filled eyes widened in wonder.

Seth's eyes were goggling. In his wildest erotic fantasies, the boy couldn't have imagined such a scene. The pale, freckled redhead plied her whips on the upturned bottom before him, her own naked body glistening with sweat as she twisted right and left to bring the plaits and strips alternately down on the squirming reddened cheeks of the bound girl. The three other girls stood equally spaced around the central figures, still as nude statues, their mouths open, repeating their refrain each time a blow was struck. Seth's left hand reached downward, slid under his swollen cock. He began to knead its sensitive head with the heel of his hand, fingertips stroking his wrinkled hairless nutsack.

Too soon for his liking, the doubled thirteenth blow fell to its shouted refrain. The dark girl, the tall one with the pointy little tits, bent over the blonde head. He heard her asking the whipped girl if she was well.

The reply almost made him jump straight up. He knew that voice! Everything fell into place now. It was Cissie! His cousin Cecelia, uncle Calvin and aunt May's middle daughter. A year ahead of him in school, she was about his age. He'd always thought of her as such a snooty townie, going to that private school, so cool and proud and standoffish. And here she was, tied naked to a stump in the woods, getting her bare ass whipped by another girl! Boy, he'd get some pretty good mileage out of this, and she'd do what he said or he'd tell uncle Cal. Then she'd know what a real whipping felt like! He smiled to himself. Fact was, he might just take a turn at her bare ass himself. There was rope in the barn, and an old riding whip, and it wasn't far from his house to the stump... Uncle Cal and aunt May came out to the farm for Sunday dinner about every month. Next time they came to visit, he and his snooty cousin would take a little stroll in the woods!

But the girls were doing something new. He put his fantasy away and paid attention. The two bound girls were off the stump, but not free of it. Arms bound and blindfolded, they knelt upright where the ropes spread their knees, facing each other across the wooden platform. Something was going to happen.

The sun was warm on her bare skin, but Lynne shivered. This was the part she liked best. She'd loved it when they'd initiated Anh, and had even enjoyed it the first time, when Ilena had initiated her and Pru, and she hadn't even known you could do that! She'd sort of hinted about it to Cissie a couple of times, but only got blank stares. And now, Cissie was going to do it, not only to her, but to Ilena and Pru and Anh. She hoped her friend's tongue wouldn't get too tired!

Ilena spoke. "The Ordeal is over. Now comes the Humbling. Mistress of Love, the first choice is yours."

Anh put her burdens in Ilena's hands. To Lynne's dismay, the long-haired girl gracefully stepped up on the stump and seated herself before Cissie. She had wanted to be the first with her friend! The she realized Ilena was summoning her, as Mistress of Candidates, to take her place with Jenny. She climbed and sat, spreading her legs and leaning back on her elbows. Anh did the same, and their heads rested on each other's shoulders, short brown hair mingling with long, glossy black. Looking at each other, they smiled.

Ilena spoke again. "Now, Candidates, you will learn well the lesson of humility, and how to serve."

"Put out your tongues!" Lynne watched Jenny's tongue slide wetly from between her litle pink lips. It was surprisingly long for such a young girl.

"Now lean forward and serve your Mistress. Mistresses," she continued. "Guide them to the treasure they seek!"

Still leaning on one elbow, Lynne reached with her other hand and gently guided Jenny's flaxen head between her thighs. She sighed as the moist, warm tongue slid over, then between the smooth lips of her wet pussy. The little one needed no encouragement, but found her secret spot right away, and began to work on it with tongue and lips. Shivers of delight shot through Lynne's body as Jenny pleasured her with a talented tongue. She leaned her head back on Anh's shoulder and moaned softly, hearing the soft moist sounds of Cissie's mouth at work. Before she surrendered completely to her pleasure, she thought - no, knew - that this couldn't be Jenny's first time. As she drifted to her climax, she wondered idly who had taught the little girl...

Seth weirwas beside himself. God! There was Cissie eating that jap girl's pussy! She sure as hell hadn't fought when her head was pushed between those thighs and moved to the right spot, and now she was licking away like she'd done it all her life! Shit, but he'd sure teach her how to suck on him when he got her in the woods! He grinned. And maybe he'd use his tongue on her pussy, too! He turned on his side, running his fingers lightly over his cock and balls, imagining Cissie's tongue on him. God, how he loved his cock and balls! How could girls do without 'em, he wondered, looking back at the scene in the clearing.

When Anh and Lynne had climaxed and recovered a little, they climbed down, a little shakily, and watched Ilena seat herself before Cissie, as Pru spread her thighs in front of Jenny. Soon the bound girls were busy again, tongues exploring the wetness of two fresh cunts. Pru and Ilena came in their turn, and Lynne and Anh once again seated themselves on the stump. This time Lynne drew Cissie's dark-gold head between her thighs, and delighted in the longed for wetness of her best friend's tongue against her most sensitive flesh. She dreamed of her own mouth on Cissie, and this time came very quickly.

When Pru and Ilena had taken their turn again, so that each kneeling girl had served all her mistresses, Ilena spoke again: "Now free and rebind them that they may learn the lesson of Love."

Lynne freed the ropes from Cissie's knees, then untied Jenny. The two blindfolded girls stood, a little shakily. Then she and Pru laid them on their backs on the stump, head to head, and tied them down with legs spread wide apart, ankles bound to the rings at the base of the wood.

From his vantage point, Seth had the best view in the whole world. His cousin Cissie, tied down and spread wide, her shiny-wet cunt pointing right at him. He could see the pink inner lips and the opening between, and he pushed down a giggle as he thought that if she opened her mouth, he'd be able to see daylight! Finding a new pleasure in lightly tickling along the back of his balls with a feathery weed- stalk, he peered down at the girls again.

Once more, Ilena spoke. "Mistress of Love, it is time to perform your rite."

"In the Mother's name," responded Anh. Sunlight slid over her pale-gold skin as she reverently set down the covered jar and the curiously tooled box. The other girls watched in awe as she slipped the catches and opened the box. A collective sigh arose at the sight of the object within. About ten inches long and a little more than an inch in diameter, its ivory surface, yellow with age, was deeply incised from base almost to the rounded, tapering tip. The overall effect was one of pebbly roughness; but as Anh lifted the sacred phallus, for such it was, before her eyes, she could make out the erotic scenes and symbols carved in a spiral around the shaft.

She uncovered the clay jar and dipped two fingers into the slippery substance within, then smeared a generous coating over the the ivory rod.. Standing to one side of Jenny's widespread knees, she gently applied lubricant to the parted lips of her cunt.

Jenny started at the first touch of the cool jelly, but remained still as Anh's questing finger lubricated her. She felt a flush spread from her face to her bare chest, pinking up the pale little nipples. The smoothly rounded tip of the dildo touched her and she jerked again. Holding herself still, she felt the carved shaft pressed into her very gently, then heard the sharply drawn breath of the girl holding it as the tip glided forward without resistance. She flushed even more deeply when she heard the other girls try to suppress their little gasps of surprise on learning that little Jenny, at eleven, was no virgin.

The shaft paused in its penetration. Anh must have looked a question at Ilena, because Jenny heard her voice say, "It is no matter. Proceed!" The ivory rod slid inward until it plumbed the full depth of Jenny's cunt. The muscular walls gripped the shaft, and she could feel the tip against her womb. It felt hard and rough and good, even better than her big brother when he pushed himself into her, just as tonguing the smooth pussies of the other girls had been better than licking her sister-in-law's hairy cunt.

The rod began to move inside her, and she responded, moving her hips as much as the ropes that held her would allow. A special roughness stimulated her pleasure-bud as the shaft slid in and out. Soon she was lost in waves of delight, mindless, needing, reaching for the light, getting nearer...nearer...almost..THERE! She soared into a climax, squealing, then shuddered and lay still, panting.

Seth gripped his prick in earnest now, kneading and rolling it in his hand as he forced his belly down on the grass. They were going do Cissie next! They were actually going to fuck her with that long fake dick, like they did to the little kid. Holy shit! He slowed his frenzied humping and settle down to watch. The jap girl stood to one side, so he could see real well, and greased up Cissie's cunt with one hand, then put the head of the thing between the lips. It only went in an inch or so when it stopped as if there was something in the way. The jap girl pushed harder, muscles standing out on her bare back. Cissie groaned, then gave a yell that the redhead standing next to her stopped by slapping a hand over her mouth. At the same time, the yellowish rod slid in a long way further. There was a trickle of red down Cissie's thigh, but she moaned as the redhead took her hand away, and started pumping her hips.

Pretty soon Cissie was pumping frantically, and so was Seth. He rammed his dick down on his hand and squeezed his nuts with his fingers until they ached. Cissie squirmed frantically, impaling herself on the rough ivory until with a long, drawn out moan, she gave a last spasm and lay still. Seth came too, his breath snorting through flaring nostrils as he felt most of his thin boy-spunk squirt back into his bladder, only a little bit squeezing past the head of his dick to drip onto his wrist. His head drooped and he lay exhausted in the crushed grass

A long moment later, he peered through the brush again. The older girl, the one with the tits, was standing over the white-haired kid. She had the gold-colored knife in her hand, blade glittering in the sun. What now, he wondered?

"Now," Ilena said. You have learned of Pain, and of Love, and the Mother has granted you Her vision. It is time for the last rite of your initiation. The Lesson of Sacrifice!"

Cissie, bound and spread, shuddered at the words and even more at the tone in which they were spoken. What did Ilena mean, "sacrifice"? She'd awakened from a dream in which a beautiful woman, nude, crowned with rays of sunlight had beckoned to her. She had longed to embrace her, to suckle at her perfect breasts, and was sad when the vision faded and she'd heard Ilena's voice.

"Now the Mother's sacrifice," continued Ilena. Standing between Jenny's knees with one hand resting on the girl's swelling mound she raised the glittering dagger above her head, brought it down and in one controlled motion made a shallow cut a little less than an inch long just above and at right angles to the slit of Jenny's cunt. Blood welled, but Pru immediately put her mouth over the little wound and sucked while Anh covered Jenny's lips whith her own to stifle any cry the girl might make.

Cissie heard the words and the brief scuffle, then Jenny's low sobs. Then she felt the warmth of a body between her thighs and a hand between her legs. Ilena spoke the words and Cissie jerked as pain laid itself like a hot wire below her belly. She opened her mouth to scream, but there were lips on hers and a tongue slid over her own. Somehow, she knew it was Lynne. And other lips sucked at the pain, soothing it, and a feathery touch danced over the spread lips of her pussy

The ropes that had held her arms for so long fell away; her feet were untied, and she blinked at Lynne's grinning face as the blindfold was removed.

"It is done! Greet our new sisters!," Ilena cried. She swept Jenny from the stump and pressed the white naked body to her own, kissing her full on the lips. Jenny hugged her fiercely, returning the kiss with passion, gripping the dark girl's thigh between her own. Lynne held out her arms to Cissie, who rushed into them happily. Their lips met and tongues entwined; eager hands caressed bare skin. Soon Anh, and then Pru greeted Cissie while Lynne embraced Jenny. At last, Ilena's brown arms embraced her.

"It did not hurt too much, did it Cecelia?"

"No, but I was very frightened!"

"We all were, darling. Did the Mother grant you a vision?"

"Yes, it was..." Ilena put her hand to Cissie's lips. "We do not speak of it. Jenny had one too, so She has truly blessed us!"

On the little rise, Seth was pounding away at his cock again. He'd never seen anything so exciting as the way the tall girl had used that knife. He'd been scared when it looked as though she'd been going to kill Cissie and the little girl; but when she'd cut them right above their pussies, it was almost as if he could feel the knife himself. It set off a frenzied grinding on his limp dick, and it took a lot of work to get anywhere near coming, but he was almost there now. His bare ass rose and fell as he thudded into the grass, both hands pressing up on the head of his prick, and then he CAME! And came, and came, the best come he'd ever had in years of kneading his sore, swollen cock. He gave a quickly-stifled yell, then fell down half-fainting, exhausted from his effort.

All the girls' heads turned at once. Jenny was the first to say it: "What was that?"

"I do not know," Ilena replied. "But we had best find out." Pointing, she said, "It came from over there, behind that little rise with the bush on it. Prudence, Lynne, Anh - go and look!"

The three ran over the grass toward the indicated spot, sunlight rippling on their nude bodies. Anh looked back and cried, "It's a boy!" "He hasn't got any clothes on, and he looks like he's asleep!," Pru added.

With one bare foot, Lynne turned the tow-headed boy over. She saw and smelled the thin white liquid on Seth's hands and belly. She recalled how she'd caught her little brother, hands wet with the same stuff, watching her undress. "Playing with himself," she murmured, then called out, "He's been here watching us and playing with his little thingy. I think he's just worn himself out doing it!"

"Bring him here!," Ilena commanded. The three girls got Seth groggily to his knees and helped him crawl out from behind the brush, head hanging down. Ilena picked up a length of red-and-white cord that lay at her feet and gave it to Jenny. "Go and bind his arms."

Jenny raced lightly over the grass to the little group. With the help of her three sisters, she bound Seth's arms across his back, just as she and Cissie had been tied for the ceremony. They stood him up then, and they all turned to Cissie as she cried, "Seth!"

"It - it's, I mean he's my cousin Seth," she explained. "I was telling Lynnie before that my uncle Heber's farm was just up the road from where we went into the woods. Seth is his boy. He must have seen us and followed after us when we came down here." She suddenly rmembered that she was naked, too. "And he's seen us naked, and the ceremony, and everything..."

The boy's white head came up. "You bet I have, Cissie," he said. "All of it! And you'd better let me go, or I'll tell uncle Cal, and you'll get a real whipping when you get home!"

Ilena cut in. "Be quiet, boy! You have seen things you were not meant to see, that no male may see and live." She fingered the sacrificial knife. "You may not leave this place alive, boy, unless..." Seth looked frightened and began to struggle, but four girls were too much for him.

He stopped struggling. "Unless what?," he asked defiantly.

"Unless you become one of us, an initiate. Then the secret will be safe."

"Suppose I don't believe all your mumbo-jumbo, huh? What then?"

"Then you will die! I will send you to the Goddess to explain your unbelief in person, you little fool!"

Seth was scared. He wasn't worried about Cissie - God, how she was going to pay him back for this! - but this cold-eyed bitch with the knife at his belly frightened the hell out of him. Besides, he thought, the "initiation" isn't that bad. And here I am surrounded by naked girls who want to play with me. He thought of eating six pussies, and felt himself swelling up again.

"Okay, I'll do it!"

"It is a wise choice. Blindfold him, and leash him by his maleness!"

One of the red-striped cloths was bound across his eyes, and he felt a cord tied around his balls and the base of his prick. Sightless, he felt himself led across the grass by a tug on his "leash" and pressed into a kneeling position. His knees were tied apart, and the cord circling his cock and balls was pulled down and secured. Small hands pushed his chest against the warm wood while ropes were passed across his back.

Pru reached for her implements, but Ilena held up her hand. "No," she told the redhead. "For the male, a harsher pain. Go and cut limber branches from the birch-tree.

Seth tried to struggle free, but soon gave it up. He was too firmly tied.

Pru came back with a bundle of limber switches. She selected two and stood behind the bound boy's upthrust bottom, a branch in either hand.

"The Ordeal commences. Begin the tale of the gods!", Ilena commanded.

Pru's girlish voice came clear. "One: Azathoth..." A limber branch whistled through the air and cracked across Seth's left cheek, curling around his hip like a red-hot wire. He jumped in his bonds and gritted his teeth to keep from yelling. The "Blessed be" echoed in his ear.

"Two: Tsenga..." And the other branch whipped across Seth's bare bottom, from the right this time. And, "Blessed be".

Watching her cousin whipped, Cissie felt a strange excitement. Moisture began to form between her thighs and she put her hand there, careful to avoid irritating the shallow cut across the swelling mound. Her legs parted slightly, and a finger found the wetness, stayed, moved. The scene before her went slightly out of focus as she quietly climaxed. Flushing, she looked around to see Lynne and Jenny fingering themselves. Anh's eyes were glassy and her mouth open. Ilena was absently stroking her nipples, smiling.

By the tenth stroke, Seth's ass was on fire and his tears wet the blindfold. At the twelfth, he gave a moan. He scarcely heard the invocation for the thirteenth as two streaks of fire lashed across his welted cheeks. He yelled in pain.

Sweating, Pru put down the whippy branches. The other girls admired her handiwork. Seth's white backside wasn't just pink, as Jenny's and Cissie's had been. It was streaked with fiery red, swollen welts where the birch had struck the fair skin. Seven on a side. All the girls wondered how it must feel to be whipped like that. Lynne's and Cissie's eyes met across the boy's welted bottom, and they both knew they'd have to find out!

After his one outcry, Seth was still. His ass smarted like fire, but he could stand it. What came next? Inwardly, he smiled. Eating pussy!

"The Ordeal has passed," said Ilena. "Now he must learn the lesson of Humility. Prepare him!"

Lynne and Anh untied the ropes across the boy's back and pulled him upright, still kneeling. Ilena gestured toward Cissie. "Initiate Cecelia, since you are related to this candidate, you shall be first."

Silently, Cissie stepped up on the stump and prepared to sit in front of her cousin.

"No, my sister," Ilena said. "He shall not have that privilege. Kneel and present your back side to him. He shall taste the lower opening."

Cissie obediently turned and knelt facing away from Seth. She crossed her forearms and rested her chin there, chest along her thighs, knees apart, raising and spreading her cheeks, waiting.

Seth tried to resist. He wasn't going to eat Cissie's asshole, or anybody else's! But he was pressed forward, and a tug on the rope around his nuts reminded him of his vulnerability. He held his breath and put out his tongue.

Cissie felt the boy's breath hot between her cheeks, and the touch of his wet tongue on her tight little hole. She sighed with pleasure as he worked his tongue around, tickling, licking, even penetrating a little into that dark and secret place. Heedless of the other girls watching, she moved a hand down her belly to the pleasure spot between her thighs and began to stroke gently, in and out.

It wasn't so bad, Seth thought. In fact it was kind of exciting to use his tongue on a girl's asshole and feel her moan and twitch as he licked and shoved his stiffened tongue into the elastic opening. He'd rather be eating her cunt, but this wasn't bad at all!

He was disappointed when Cissie gave a final shudder and fell away from him, but there was soon another bottom in front of his questing mouth, and another, until he had served all six of them. Each one had a slightly different taste, and he figured that the older girl had been last, because there had been a few soft hairs beneath his tongue, and her taste was a little stronger than the others

Ilena climbed shakily down, as they all had done, and wiped her dripping fingers on her thigh. She took a deep breath and shivered, then tossed back the hair that had fallen over her face as she'd knelt on the stump. Settling the belt properly around her waist, she cleared her throat. "The Lesson of Humility is done." Motioning to Anh, she said, "Mistress of Love, begin your rite."

When Anh looked puzzled, she pointed to the bound boy's spread cheeks. "There," she said. "It will serve."

Two girls pushed Seth down on the stump again, but didn't tie him. Instead, little Jenny clambered up and sat on his shoulders, pinning him in place. Anh dipped her fingers in the jar and lubricated the rough surface of the carved ivory dildo. Another dip, and she slipped her fingers between the cheeks of Seth's ass and slid them into his clenched hole.

The boy groaned. They were going to fuck his ass with that artificial prick! Oh, God, no! He opened his mouth to shout, but found it filled with cloth by one of the girls. The ivory phallus pressed against him, spreading him, until he felt he was being split up the middle. The carved surface that had pleasured the girls tore at his asshole until he knew he was bleeding. At the same time, his prick was being rubbed, slowly at first and then as he responded, more and more quickly, the dildo ripping in and out of him in time with it, his hips started to pump, and he was rising, flying, soaring, COMMMINNNNG!!! ogod ogod oh, GOD!

In the blackness, a white form. The woman was naked, and she was perfect. A glory surrounded her head, making her face hard to see, but he knew it was perfect. She held out her arms to him, and he was overcome with desire. He felt a stirring, and looking down saw that his prick was long and hard and veined with blue, and knew she wanted him to use it between her exquisite thighs. But she faded, sliding away in the glory of the light...

When he came to the surface again, he wasn't on his knees any more. They'd tied him spreadable on his back, ankles and wrists roped to the stump. The blindfold was gone, though his mouth was still filled with soggy cloth. Looking down, he saw the tall dark girl standing over him, the glittering knife in her hand.

"Now," she said quietly. "The Lesson of Love is learned. It is time for the Lesson of Sacrifice." Seth wondered if the little cut would hurt a lot. It hadn't seemed to bother the girls much. One of them picked up his head and steadied it between her hands. But why were they letting him watch?

Ilena picked up his limp prick, pulled it to its full length and paused. He looked at the knife in her other hand and shrieked into his gag as it swept down in a glittering arc.

Like the others Cissie stared in fascination as the blood spurted and Ilena held up the limp white thing that had been Seth's penis. "The first fruit of the sacrifice," she cried. Blessed be the Mother!" "Blessed be," came the awed reply.

Seth didn't lose consciousness. He watched the blood welling from the place where his prick had been, and wished he were dead. But it wasn't over. Ilena took his balls in her hand. The knife flashed down, and she held them aloft triumphantly. As she praised the Mother again, Seth passed out. He hadn't known that only a eunuch could serve the Goddess.