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FAMILY FANTASY (C) February 2002
BOOK THREE OF THREE Part 8 of 9
(MFF,MFFf,Ffm,Rom,forced,coerced,nc,1st.time,teen,spk,menst,ws,bdsm,ped(sortof),etc)

Sexual Fantasy Fiction
By Writer'sCramp

Characters:
Richard Simmons, wealthy businessman
Amber now aged 20, wife of Richard
Cynthia, Amber's fantasy alter-ego
Roger Wright, medical doctor 
Margot Wright, wife of Roger 
Virginia, aged 18, daughter of Roger and Margot
Geoff Higrave, ex-vicar, repressed but learns to adapt
Edith Higrave, wife of local parson, aged 48
Jane Higrave, aged 22, daughter of Edith
Phillip Higrave, aged 15, wimpish and easily led
Arthur and Joanne Mellors, Butler & Housemaid
Alice Koning, aged 29, wife of Geoff's church elder
Jessica (Jessie) Koning, her daughter aged nearly 10

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Chapter Twenty Two
     Conversation flowed around the dining table and Phillip 
realised no one had noticed his pseudo-breasts.  He began to feel much 
better, especially with his parents directly across from him.
     Much of the conversation was over his head though.  When 
Richard asked Amber if she had been satisfied, she told him, 'No, but 
Geoff was relieved.  He even poured me a drink.  It was very creamy.' 
Phillip saw his father smile to himself.
     'What are you three youngsters going to get up to this 
afternoon?' Edith asked.
     'We're going swimming, Mommy,' Jane said.
     'That's nice, dear.  Does Phillip know about the pool?'
     'I've told him he hasn't been swimming like it before. He'll 
love it.' They never asked him if he wanted to go.
     'Mum, I haven't got any bathers,' he said, speaking at the table 
for the first time.'
     'The girls will fix you up when you get there, dear,' his mother 
said.
     'Can we take Joanne too,' Jane asked.
     'Certainly, she'll love to go.' Edith rang a small bell and 
Joanne soon appeared, wearing a short maid's costume, mostly black, 
the skirt falling midway between her waist and knees, black stockings 
and a little white lace apron.  It was smart but not blatantly sexy.
     'Jane and her friends want you to go swimming with them, 
Joanne.  Will you ready yourself, please?'
     'Certainly, Mistress,' she answered.
     'Thanks, Joanne,' Ginny smiled.
     'You can tell me all about it when you return, Phillip.  I 
believe it's a lovely pool.'
     'Sure, Mum.'
     
     Phillip was impressed as the limo drove them through the 
high gates and he saw the pool shimmering in the sunlight.
     'Gee, it's great,' the boy said excitedly.
     'It is,' Jane agreed.   'But, Phillip, there's something else.  
Uncle Richard has made a rule that mustn't be broken.  This is a nude 
pool.  Do you know what that means?'
     He looked at her and then Ginny, shock showing on his face.
     'You mean we have to swim nu...  um, without bathers? 
Everybody?'
     'That's right.  That's why Mum said we would fix you up. 
There's no need for bathers.'
     'But Joanne...?' He couldn't finish the question.
     'She'll be that way too.   Don't worry, her husband will drive 
back.   He won't   see.'  Phillip saw Joanne smiling whimsically at 
him.
     'So at last you get to see us in the altogether,' Ginny laughed.
     'As long as we decide to let him come in with us,' Jane added, 
questioningly.
     'He'll see you, Jane.  His entire sister, everything you've got 
that should be private from a brother.  Do you want him to see your 
secrets?' Ginny looked squarely at the boy as she spoke, daring him to 
object.  He didn't.
     'What if we gave him a spanking first, for what he's going to 
see later?  That'd even things out,' Jane suggested.
     'Well, if you don't mind him looking at you all over, I suppose 
that would be alright.'
     'Let's wait until we get inside,' Jane said finally.
     As soon as they entered the cabana Mellors returned to the 
house.  The three women stood in a semicircle in front of the unsure 
youth.
     'What about you, Joanne?  Do you mind this thing,' she waved 
her hand in his direction, 'looking at you while you swim.'
     'I think you should decide, Mistress,' Joanne said non-
committaly.
     'Ginny?' Jane asked.
     'If I catch him looking I'll squeeze his balls until they turn 
blue,' she declared, challenging him with a fierce look.
     'I won't, Ginny.'
     'All right then.  Will you take a spanking now, just in case you 
do spy on our pure bodies?' Ginny smiled at Jane's question.
     'Will it hurt, Jane?'
     'Probably worse than before,' she said.   'But then, you might 
get a better look than before, mightn't you?'
     'I'll let you, Jane.  I'd like to go swimming here.'
     'Then we'd better start.  Joanne, you get to do the honours. 
Remove his clothes.'
     He stepped backwards on hearing this unexpected summons. 
'No, Jane,' he pleaded, but Joanne wasted no time and quickly 
removed his shirt and trousers.
     She opened her mouth in surprise at seeing female attire 
beneath his outer clothes, but made no remark.  She simply reached 
around his back to unclasp the bra, which pulled him against her 
breasts.  Her perfume was wonderful and her relaxed a little.
     She then knelt and removed the rest, looking for long 
moments as she discarded the silk panties lastly, exposing an already 
rising cock near her face.  She stood up, still very close to the boy, 
almost daring him to look into her eyes, but he found himself unable 
to do so.
     Jane placed a high-backed chair near and told Joanne to sit 
down.  Phillip looked at his executioner, sitting with her legs slightly 
apart, still wearing her maid's outfit, waiting for him to be told to lie 
over.
     'Pull your skirt up a bit, Joanne.  Don't want that soiled.' 
Phillip watched.  There was not much to pull up but she bunched it 
into the pit of her lap, the tops of her stockings and the suspender 
straps on view to him.
     'Over you go, Phillip.  No, not that way,' she chastised him.  
'Lay yourself right along her legs with your head under her arm.  That's 
right, your legs sticking out in front of her.'
     His erection rested in the crevice between her legs and as 
soon as Jane was satisfied with his position, he felt Joanne's legs close 
to hold his penis firmly in place.
     'Spread your legs,' he was told.   'Over the outside of hers.' 
He found he could just touch the floor with his toes to give him 
balance.  'Now hold the chair with one hand and put the other around 
her waist.  If you fall it will be all the worse for you,' his sister said.
     'Look, Jane,' Ginny giggled.  'His behind is still red from my 
beating.  He's going to be sore after this.'
     Joanne rested one hand on his back, sending thrilling feelings 
along his backbone.   The other lay lightly on his bottom.
     'Can you get a good swipe at him, Joanne?  Jane asked.'
     'Yes, Mistress, I can indeed.'
     'Then lay it on.  Don't stop until I say so.  If he's got to see his 
sister in the raw, he's going to pay dearly for it.'
     It was the hand resting on his back that did most of the 
damage, coming down time and time again, almost on the same place.  
She used her other hand only occasionally to rest the first, and the 
force was much harder than he'd received during the morning.  The 
two girls sat in front of Joanne and saw directly between his legs.
     The hurt was so great, the young boy soon cried out and 
began to wriggle his bottom around, knowing full well he had no 
chance of escape if he was to gain the reward when it finished. But in 
wriggling, he also moved his front around as well, producing friction 
on his hard manhood like never before.  The silken feel of her 
stockings, holding his hard shaft in place between her two thighs and 
his own body, soon developed urges in his crotch like he had never 
felt.  No hand had ever made him feel like this.  The burning posterior 
was nothing to the needs he felt on the other side.
     Joanne felt him begin to jerk and nodded to the two girls as 
the first shower of pearly liquid shot from his pole and all over her 
stockings.  She stopped spanking and used both hands to hold him 
tightly against her thighs, making sure he didn't rise until she could 
feel the throbbing of his penis had ceased.
     'He has disgraced himself, Mistress,' Joanne declared loudly.  
'I'm afraid he's spilled over my stockings.'
     'Oh, you filthy beast, Phillip, get up and let us see what you've 
done?' Jane scolded him forcefully.
     He struggled to lift himself off Joanne's lap, trying 
desperately not to make the mess any worse.  When he was able to see 
what he had done, his face crumpled in shame, for it couldn't have 
been any worse.  Joanne remained seated, unmoved as the other 
spectators looked down at the pool of pearly white secretion that he 
had deposited on her legs, so clearly defined against the black of her 
stockings.   Most lay in the crease between her closed legs, thick and 
sticky, slowly draining along the furrow towards her crotch.  But one 
spurt had obviously projected itself along the thin furrow that was 
formed between her legs and his body as he lay upon her, and could be 
seen reaching even beyond her stocking tops and underneath the hem 
of her short skirt.
     'Yuk, Phillip, what a mess,' Ginny cried out.
     'I'm sorry, Joanne.  I couldn't help it,' the panic stricken boy 
cried out, stepping back.   'Jane, I didn't mean to,' he pleaded.
     'So that's what you boy's shoot up our poor pussies to make 
babies,' Jane said in an over exaggerated voice.   'If you don't clean it 
up, Phillip, you'll give her a baby.  Hurry.'
     'How...?  What can I do?' He was bewildered and panicking.
     'Take her stockings off before it goes inside her sex, you 
stupid boy.'
     'Me?' He asked stunned.
     'Hurry, idiot.  Look, it's running down to her spot.  Undo the 
clips and take her stockings off.'
     Joanne made no move to help the fumbling boy as he 
rummaged beneath her skirt to find something to undo.   Finally, he 
found how to work the unfamiliar suspender clips but then she was 
sitting down and removal of the stockings was impossible.
     'Could you stand up a little, please, Joanne,' he asked and as 
she did so, the pool of semen flowed back towards him and down her 
legs, making a greater mess.  But it gave him the chance to at last get 
the black silkies below her thighs and take them off completely.
     'You'll have to take them home and wash them out for her,' 
Jane demanded.   'It had better be a good job too.   If it's not she might 
get pregnant the next time she wears them.  Now clean her legs where 
it's gone higher.'
     He knelt again and saw the milky white trail running right 
under her skirt.   'Excuse me, Joanne.  Is it all right to...' He couldn't 
ask for permission to delve into such an intimate spot.
     She helped by lifting the short skirt up off her legs and with 
his handkerchief he began to wipe the droplets of her creamy white 
thighs.  That was, until he realised he was looking right into the sex 
hole of this adult lady and worse, she wore no underwear.
     'Oh, I'm sorry.  I didn't realise...' He was speechless.
     'Got an eyeful, didn't you?' Ginny sneered.   Now you get in 
the pool up the other end and don't you look at us even once.  We 
don't want you to see anything if we jump out of the water or 
something.  Your life will be unbearable if you do, you little sneak.'
     He was happy to get away and slid over the edge to wallow in 
the shallow end.   It took all his will power not to turn around when he 
heard squeals of fun and loud splashes as the three girls jumped in.
     The unhappy boy remained in the shallow water, looking out 
over that end the whole time, hearing the happy shouting female 
voices, knowing each of them was quite naked but out of bounds as far 
as his eyes were concerned.   He had learned quickly since he came to 
this place that these girls, especially his sister, could make life 
unbearable cruel if he stepped out of line again.

Chapter Twenty Three
     Amber knocked on the door of The Room of Purity as 
required the next morning, holding her baby daughter, naked in her 
arms. She faced her High Priest, himself as stark as she.
     'Do you think she could receive my rod if it were well 
lubricated and entered slowly, female?'
     'No, Eminence,' she cried out, shocked at the suggestion. 'It 
would rip her apart.'
     'I thought as much.  Still, it was a fantasy.   Give her to me.  
You will be the photographer and I the model.'
     He took the baby and lay on his back on the altar, holding the 
child above his face, laughing and tickling her ribs.
     'Take as many photo's as you can, we'll sort out the best to 
keep when they're developed.  This is for her eighteenth birthday 
present.  I like to plan ahead," he sniggered.
     Amber in the bottom of her heart, trusted this man, so newly a 
part of The Forum, but still held her breath in trepidation as he 
lowered the small body onto his chest and moved so he could kiss the 
pulpy sex with his lips.
     She worked the camera frantically, taking her photos from as 
many angles as possible.   He did not direct her but kept changing his 
poses.  Several kisses to the little hole, a tongue just touching the 
entrance, a finger, two fingers, turned around into a sixty-nine 
position, legs kicking happily, a giggle from time to time as soft skin 
was tickled, a tongue just in the entrance again, moved down so the 
face rested against an erection, glans shining in the flash light, then 
offered as a feeding teat, the offer accepted, inside but not far, small 
lips seeking nourishment, sitting up it's back to the holder, erection 
pointing to the small  entrance, touching, pearly droplet forming on the  
shining head  brushed onto a  tender thigh,  sitting down between  
adult  legs, small  hands  holding  a taut  pole,  mouth seeking food 
again, asleep laying face down on a hairy chest.
     She took them all without a word between the two.  When 
finished, she lifted the sleeping child and left the room silently, but 
like yesterday returned quickly.  He had not moved.
     'You are my daughter,' the High Priest stated.  'Love your 
father.'
     She straddled his waist, leaned down toward his face and 
whispered, ' I am but five year's old but my love for you is strong, my 
father.   My little pussy is untouched but for you alone and I will 
impale it as a sign of my love.'
     Amber needed no assistance to manoeuvrer herself over his 
cock and impalement happened in one smooth motion until she felt his 
crinkly black hairs tickling the lips of her cunt.  When his root was at 
it's deepest, she leaned down and kissed his lips, then drew her torso 
upwards until the purple glans glistened in her sex entrance.  This 
broke the kiss but let her offer a swaying milk-filled nipple for his 
pleasure.  With each upward sway, she changed breasts, allowing him 
a brief suck with each connection.
     They did not speak nor give any indication of the state of their 
arousal.   She suspected he would burst forth inside her first, denying 
her own climax as this was the first time he had connected with this 
nineteen-year-old child-bride.  She felt his loins jerk and the first 
stream of discharge flooded her channel well before she neared her 
own pleasure.  But it worried her not. The High Priest had been 
serviced to his satisfaction and she had her women, especially her 
Margot and Jane, who willingly filled her needs.
     She watched his face, fascinated at the lack of emotion as his 
spurtings peaked and then slowly subsided.
     'Did Daddy like what his little girl gave him?'  She cooed near 
his ear.
     'Leave, female,' he commanded without emotion.   She lifted 
her body off the stake buried within her and walked through the door, 
feeling his sperm flowing out, dribbling down her legs.
     
     'That woman made contact today,' Edith told Richard when 
they were alone.
     'Who?'
     'That devil of an elder's wife.  Remember the one I gave our 
phone number to as we drove off.'
     'Oh, yes,' he remembered.
     'She rang the other house and the staff transferred her. She has 
no idea of where we are.'
     'Good.  It has to stay that way.  What does she want?'
     'She's desperate to leave her husband and after she saw us 
give them the flick so easily, wants me to help her do the same. She's 
desperate, Richard.  Very scared of him, he's an overgrown bully and 
has probably mistreated her all their married life, and her words were 
something along the lines that she'll give anything to get away 
permanently.'
     'Oh, yes?  I never took much notice when we left them. 
What's she like?  How old?'
     'I'm probably biased because she was just as bitchy to Geoff 
and me as any of them.  He's ruled her life with an iron fist and she 
always looks pretty frumpish, you know, no make-up and clothes from 
the charity bin.   I don't think she's had much pleasure out of life since 
marrying him.  Even before that.  Her parents were just as bad.'
     'How old?'
     'They've got a child so I suppose around thirtyish.'
     'And the child?'
     'I think she's about nine or ten,' she mused.
     'What did you tell her?'
     'That I don't know how she could expect me to help her after 
the way she treated me.  You've no idea how she carried on, 
apologising profusely, literally begging me to help her get away. I said 
I would have to talk to you.'
     'You told her my name?' He sat up in surprise.
     'Good heavens, no.  I really said I'd talk to Geoff, but knew 
you'd know what's best to do.  She's going to ring this afternoon while 
her husband's at work.'
     'I'll tell you what to do, Edith.  When she rings, tell her there's 
someone who might be able to help but he's not sure he wants to get 
involved.  Paint me as tough and hardnosed, one who can't stand fools.   
Tell her too that if I decide to help, I'll make the offer only once.  She 
would either take it or leave it, but really that you don't think I'd be 
interested.   Make her think there's little hope and then set a time for 
her to meet you in a hotel room in the city in a couple of days.  I'll be 
there with you.  It could be a little bit of fun.'
     'Are you going to help her?  She looked at him, incredulous 
that he'd want to get involved.'
     'We'll see,' he answered non-committaly.  Reaching for her 
hand, he pulled her on top of him.  'Go to your room and dress like the 
girl next-door, quiet, demure, the works, underwear and all.  I'll be 
there in fifteen minutes.'
     She smiled.  'Yes, Master.'

     At the dining table, Ginny purposely sat beside Geoff.
     When the conversation had begun in earnest, she leaned over 
and nervously whispered, 'It's arrived, Eminence.  My period.'
     'Oh, has it now?  When is the strongest flow?'
     'Tomorrow.'
     'Present yourself at three o'clock then.  Wear your gown just 
as you left The Room of Purity last time.  You may wear panties over 
your sanitary pad.  Make sure it hasn't been changed since early 
morning.  Tell no-one.'
     'Yes, Eminence,' she whispered, looking around to make sure 
no one had overheard.

     'You have practised as your High Priest dictated, Margot 
dear?' Geoff asked her when he was alone with her after dinner.
     'Yes, I have, Geoff.'
     'And succeeded?'
     'I think so.   Do you want a demonstration?' She smiled 
seductively.
     'Not now, tomorrow at two thirty will be sufficient.  Be on 
time.'
     'What do I have to do?'
     'You will be told then.' He walked off, smiling to himself.

     The knock on the door came at exactly three o'clock.
     'Enter.'
     She stood just inside the door, waiting for instructions. Her 
bodice folded down and firm breasts standing up perkily.  She was 
tentative for no one had ever become involved with her menstrual 
period before.  Even the first one was quickly fixed when her mother 
handed her a pad and told her to go into her room and put it under her 
panties.
     'Turn.'
     She swivelled, conscious that with the back of her gown 
hooked up to her neckline, her pantied bottom was shown to him. She 
felt his hands cup her bottom cheeks, stroking kindly, and then fingers 
that followed the contour of her sanitary pad underneath her panties.
     'Open.'
     She knew he was kneeling because his hand continued to 
stroke gently, slowly sliding between her legs as she opened them 
wider, cupping her mount and then tracing the pad to it's highest point 
in front.
     'Do you feel well, child?'
     He does not call me female she realised.  Maybe it's because 
I'm in the middle of my period.
     'Yes, Eminence.'
     'Turn.'
     She looked into his face as she turned.
     'You are the first one.  There will be others.'
     'Eminence?' She asked, not understanding.
     'Your bleeding is the first cleansing, child.   It is special.  Do 
not be embarrassed.  It is simply part of you.  Is that not true?'
     'Yes, Eminence.'
     'Remove your gown.'
     It was easy to slip it from her body, and she stood naked 
before her High Priest except for white cotton knickers, which 
supported the sanitary pad.
     'Is the flow strong?'
     'I think so, Eminence.  I have not changed since this morning 
as you said.  If I don't change it soon I think it might start leaking.'
     'Good.  Very good.  Lay upon the altar, child.  Prepare for 
your sacrifice.'
     'How...?'
     'Wait,' he said.
     He placed her hands on the altar, above her head, one palm 
cupping the back of the other hand, and swept the long blonde hair up 
and over her hands.   Her head rested on a shallow pillow and he 
pushed her feet apart until they rested near each edge of the altar.  
'Raise your knees and bring your feet half way towards your body, 
child.'
     'Are you comfortable?'
     Fear of the unknown ran through her mind but she was at 
ease, in full acceptance that whatever was in store was beyond her 
control.
     'Close your eyes, my child.   Relax every part of your body. 
Good.'
     His hands wandered over her exposure, soothing, relaxing, 
and removing any fears she may have had.  A simple kiss on the lips, 
on a nipple.   A hand cupping a breast, both breasts, gentle massage.  
Tickling.  Beautiful feelings.  'Do not move.  Your final covering is to 
be removed.'  She laid in expectation of panties being slid up her 
thighs but felt only a quick touch of cold as something pushed beneath 
the elastic of her panties. 
     She flinched at the touch.  'Remain still, child.  Hush,' his soft 
voice encouraged.
     The garment wasn't drawn along her thighs.  Rather, she felt 
each side of her panties being cut away and soon felt the soft fabric 
being peeled away from her groin.  Her pussy cooled as the air touched 
the moist skin where her pad had pressed over her vagina.  She felt 
both the pad and panties gently extracted from beneath her bottom, but 
kept her eyes closed as he had instructed.  She had seen many soiled 
sanitary napkins anyway. It would have been nothing new to her.
     But to the one standing over her, what he held was entirely 
new.   Never in his life had he seen a soiling such as this. Bloody 
stains covered the whole centre area, darkest, dark red blood, where he 
imagined the very opening of her sex would have rested, and fading 
away to the edges as the pad absorbed her discharged fluids.  There 
was little odour, he found, holding near his nose and smelling a 
carefully hidden fragrance bound within pad.  He realised too, she had 
covered her pussy with perfume and this too was pleasing to his 
senses.
     Her High Priest looked at her genitals, open because her 
knees were parted as he had arranged.   Tinges of pink were smudged 
around her opening, hairless as ever, but there was no sign of any 
bloody secretion in her entrance.
     'Remain still, my child,' he whispered tenderly.  'Do not move, 
no matter what you hear or feel.  Perfectly still.'
     'Yes, Eminence,' she whispered back, feeling sleepy in the 
comfortable position she was placed.  Then he spoke again but not to 
her.
     'Watch the entrance,' she heard him say.  'Tell me when the 
first showing appears.'
     'Yes, Eminence,' a woman's voice said.  Ginny did not pick 
who was in the room with them but of course she had no choice in this 
matter.
     He had moved back to be near her face.  'We will wait until 
your discharge grows, child.  Relax.  The pleasures will be yours.  Do 
you need to urinate at all, little one?  You have lain still a long while.'
     'I may need to go soon, Eminence.  But I am not urgent.'
     'Good.  You will be allowed to release your stream soon 
enough.'  He spoke so softly, the woman there with them had probably 
not heard, Ginny thought.  What does he mean she wondered?
     'Eminence,' Ginny heard the woman finally speak.
     He moved away from her and heard the woman say, 'There is 
a showing.'
     'At last,' he said, and began to instruct the woman whom 
Ginny realised was her mother once she had spoken again.  'Your lips 
and tongue will cleanse the child's vulva.'
     Before he could continue, Ginny heard a gasp and her 
mother's quavering voice saying, 'No, please, not that.'
     'Your lips and tongue will cleanse her,' he said as though he 
hadn't been interrupted at all.   'Push in as deep as you can. Do not 
hold back, female.  It is required.'
     'Please, Eminence.  She has her period.'
     'And she requires cleansing, female.  Start now.'
     Margot leaned between the girl's legs and Ginny felt lips 
cover her vagina, soft lips enclosing the whole opening.  Her mother 
began kissing her, the tongue deliciously washing her pussy sending 
thrills along her spine.
     'Is her tongue inside, child?'
     'No, Eminence.'
     She heard a swish followed by a loud crack and the lips left 
her, Margot unable to withstand the pain of what had struck her.
     'Rejoin the child, female and do as instructed.  When her 
channel is clean, and only then, you may pleasure her bud until she 
comes.  Your mouth must not leave its station until you are told.   You 
will swallow everything you find.   They are your child's fluids.  Are 
they not sacred to you, female?'
     Margot capitulated and drove her tongue inside, pushing until 
she could reach no more.  She tasted the muskiness of every female 
and the metallic taste of her blood.  There was something else too but 
she couldn't identify it, not sweet and yet not unpleasant.  Scented 
maybe.  Her feminine spray at this time, she pondered as her tongue 
bathed the discharging tunnel.  She was in fact replacing the need for 
the girl's sanitary wear.  Would this man require her to do so every 
month, she wondered. 
     Soon, she realised the tastes had cleared other than the 
muskiness of female, something for which, Margot never tired. She 
turned her thoughts to the girl's pleasure and her tongue glided over 
Ginny's hard little love nub, the beginnings of orgasm, just 
commencing.   Much further to go, Ginny thought but the feeling was 
nevertheless, wonderful.
     Both women heard their High Priest say, 'you may relieve 
your bladder when you wish, child.  Your cleansor will capture the 
flow.'
     Margot had never tasted menstrual flow on her tongue, just as 
she had never participated in what she knew as golden showers.  But 
through her own daughter she was to experience both activities 
together.   If she rose now she could expect more of the biting pain the 
last hesitation had brought.  So she steadied herself to accept her 
daughter's second flow.
     Ginny needed to go, not desperately, but nevertheless, would 
have been able to sit on the toilet and produce a stream of the golden 
liquid.  Her mother had been commanded to receive it, and in her 
relaxed manner, the young girl decided to rid herself of the build-up.   
Peeing sometimes made one's teeth ache with the sheer joy of it 
passing through the small opening.  They tingled with delight this 
time, knowing that her mother had no choice but to drink her pee.   
Taking a deep breath, she held it and tightening her stomach muscles, 
expelled the liquid as fast as she could.
     Margot received, swallowing fast many times, wondering 
whether she could take it all.  How much was there, she asked herself.  
But the first fast stream soon slowed to a trickle and ceased.
     'Thank you,' Ginny said quietly.
     'Rise, female.  You have done well so far.'
     Ginny felt the lips leave her private place, feeling satisfied 
although she had not even approached orgasm.
     'Lay on the bed, female.  We will wait for the next colour to 
show itself before we can continue.'
     'Please, Eminence.  Not again, I beg you,' Margot pleaded.
     'Your lips will not touch her sex again today, female.  But 
there is still more to be done in her cleansing.  There is also more to be 
done about the disobedience by a female of her High Priest.'
     'What?' Margot asked, surprised.
     'Lay on the edge of the bed, female.  Your gown is still open 
at the back?'
     'Yes.  Yes, Eminence.'
     'Then be still.'
     Ginny heard the swishes, quickly followed by loud, hard lash 
that obviously rained down on Margot's bear buttocks.  Her mother 
cried out loudly after each one landed, the final few caused the 
tortured woman to cry continuously from the pain.
     Ginny didn't count but was sure at least a dozen strokes had 
landed.   She kept her eyes closed, a tear forcing it's way through, 
feeling every stroke of pain her mother received.
     'Never dispute your High Priest again,' he warned her.
     'I'm sorry, Eminence, I promise I won't,' she sobbed.
     'I don't think you will either.  Come now.   Is she showing 
colour again?'
     'There is a droplet, Eminence.'
     'Take it on your fingertip and paint her nipples.  When her 
High Priest mounts her, you will masturbate her clitoris.  It is your role 
to ensure she comes at exactly the same time as her Confessor.  Begin.'
     Ginny felt her vagina touched and then wetness on each 
nipple.  Then the wonderful feeling of a woman's hand on her most 
sensitive place as she began to receive sexual arousal once again.   Her 
Priest knelt between her legs and without delay inserted himself deep 
inside her vagina, beginning to steadily pump in and out.
     'Please tell me when, Eminence.   I don't know when you'll 
come unless you warn me.'
     'It is nearing,' he said.  'Soon.'
     Ginny was not close yet but decided her mother had received 
enough punishment.  She would feign a climax as soon as she felt his 
first surge, regardless of how close her mother had brought her.  It was 
becoming public awareness among the women of The Forum, that 
Geoffrey, their illustrious High Priest, had a short wick when it came 
to the act of sexual intercourse.  They had to stick together.
     As usual, his grunting came quickly and with no forewarning 
to Margot who was responsible for arranging the simultaneous climax.  
But to her dismay, the moment he began to shudder in paroxysms of 
pleasure, so too did the youngster beneath him. There was little doubt 
in Margot's mind that Ginny had reached nowhere near her peak, but 
the display was sufficient to satisfy the ego of her lover.
     'You will roll on top of me, child.  Carefully.' He clasped her 
body to his and in a series of contortions, remained connected until 
finally she rested on top of him.
     'Lift yourself off, child.   Let the secretions drain from your 
passage onto your High Priest's staff.  Then sit higher on his chest.'
     She did as instructed, feeling the globs of sperm trickle from 
her entrance.
     'You, female.  You are to carry out that which you've 
practiced for the past week.  Cover my length with your mouth.'
     Margot looked aghast at the red stained pool of semen matted 
on his pubic hair, draining down over his testicles.  Much of his cock 
was still coloured with her daughter's menstrual cycle but her task was 
clearly stated.   She had practiced and managed to cover the full length 
of not only the dildo he had provided, but on a number of times, 
Roger's cock also.  This was no bigger but was coated as Roger's had 
never been.  She closed her eyes, opened her mouth and felt the 
slippery organ slide between her lips and on down into her throat 
cavity until her lips were hard pressed against his saturated pubic hair.
     Time after time she swallowed the juices of his cock and 
suckled the crinkly pubic hair until all trace of the stained liquids 
disappeared.  The priest's cock finally began to deflate, unable to 
remain erect after depositing his climax of sperm into her daughter.  
When it became nothing but soft tissue, small and wrinkled, covered 
even by it's built-in hood, he finally told her to stand back.
     'Go to each of your rooms and shower, my children.  Her 
cleansing is complete.  Thank you both.'
     Ginny stepped onto the floor, seeing a trail of shiny pink-
tinged fluid where she slid her body along his torso and chest.  He lay 
still, recovering from his most strenuous bout of sex since joining The 
Forum.
     When they stepped from the room and closed the door, 
Margot said, 'Come to my room, darling.  We'll shower together.  I 
think I need to brush my teeth too.   Thanks for the orgasm, you little 
devil.'
     'That's O.K., Mom.  I didn't want you to get any more on your 
backside.   After the shower, I'll kiss it better.' They walked arm-in-
arm, naked daughter and semi-exposed mother, in love with each 
other's company.

Chapter Twenty Four
     Edith opened the door, looked at the woman who had 
knocked then stepped back to let her in.  There was no familiarity on 
her part.
     'This is Mrs. Koning,' she said to Richard.  'He will listen to 
you.  I don't know why,' She then explained rather ungraciously.
     'Come and sit.  I don't have all day,' he said gruffly.
     'Oh,' she uttered, flustered, thinking she was coming to talk 
with Edith alone.   She sat on the chair in front of his armchair.  He sat 
in authority.
     'Well.  What is it?'
     'Oh, thank you.  I didn't know you would be here.  I asked 
Edith if she could help me escape from my husband.'
     'Why?'
     'He's made my life unbearable, sir.   Can you help me 
please?'
     'I may be able to.  It all comes down to whether I want to or 
not.' He gave little encouragement.  'I'm thinking of the way you and he 
treated my friends, Edith and Geoff Higrave.  You made their life a 
living hell and you are supposed to preach forgiveness.  Why should I 
forgive your unkindness?'
     'I admit I did, sir.  But it was his entire making.  He made me 
do those things.  If I didn't it would have been worse for me when we 
got home.' She looked over at Edith with pleading eyes. 'I am sorry for 
every terrible thing I did and said to you Edith. I didn't want to.'
     Edith didn't respond, leaving   Richard to control the meeting.
     'Why don't you just leave him?'
     'He, they would never let me, sir.  I would be made a recluse 
but they would never let one of their members separate from the 
menfolk.   Anyway I have nothing to take.   No money, nothing.  He 
controls everything.'
     'There are courts.'
     'But how could I compete with their assets.  Their lawyers 
would swamp any trainee the courts would appoint to represent me. 
Please, sir, when I saw Edith and Geoff walk out on them so easily I 
knew this was my only hope.  I have no family or friends outside the 
Group.  No one to help me.'
     'Does he beat you?  What's so bad you want to leave?' 
     'He does sometimes when no one else is around.  But mostly 
it's the humiliation he pours on me every moment of the day, in front 
of our daughter, in front of friends.  He never lets up. And he says it's 
all in the course of my learning discipline. You could not believe how 
it effects you, the incessant browbeating.'
     'Hm.  I could help you, but what I offer may be worse than 
what you face now.'
     'I don't understand, sir.  It just couldn't be.'
     'If I took you away, and...' He hesitated.  'You say you have a 
daughter.  Do you want to bring her too?'
     'I have to, sir.  She must come with me.  She detests her life 
too and I couldn't face leaving her to him to raise.'
     'How old is she?'
     'Nearly ten, sir.  She's a lovely child.  Would never get in the 
way.  Please, sir, will you help?  I beg you.  I'm willing to do anything 
you ask if you will help.'
     'I'm sure you would but you may not like what "anything" 
means.  What I may require could be far worse than you have now. 
"Anything" my dear woman is infinity, there are no conditions. Think 
about it.'
     'Nothing could be any worse than now sir.  I beg you, sir. 
Please help.'
     'I tell you this, woman.  I have the means to take you away 
from where you are now, and your daughter.  I can do it and no one 
would find you.  I can arrange a legal divorce and ensure that your 
husband gets no rights to your daughter, ever.  My world is powerful.  
I can do all that.' He emphasised the last sentence, word by word.   She 
smiled and breathed a deep sigh. 'But you will pay dearly.'
     'I have no money, sir,' she almost cried thinking the worst. 'I 
cannot pay you.'
     'What I require is not money.  It is you.  I require you to give 
yourself, your body, mind, spirit, and heart, your very life and anything 
that you possess, to me and the small group of people associated with 
me.  Edith is one of those.'
     'I don't understand?'
     'Do you know what it is to be a slave?'
     She hesitated but only for a moment.  'Someone who is owned 
by another and does what he commands.' Edith noticed the colour had 
drained from her cheeks.
     'And woman, the word "everything" is very operative.  Is that 
not so, Edith?'
     'It is, Master,' she answered, hearing the woman's deep 
intake of breath when Edith answered her Master.
     'Yes, I am her Master.   She is my slave, as it were.  Of 
course, her life is one of luxury and love.   But she will agree to any 
desire her Master's have.   If you came to us, you would begin at the 
very bottom.  The lowliest of the low, and you would suffer the 
greatest and undertake the worst of duties, until you passed the various 
stages.   Then you may begin to lead a reasonable life, fulfilling and 
loving in say, a year or so.  Is it worth the risk, woman?'
     'You could take me away from him as easily as that, sir? And 
my daughter?  Would she become a slave too?'
     'Not your daughter, She would be cared for by others 
although you may not have the privilege of holding her for many 
months, years maybe.'
     'Then I ask you, sir, to help us escape.  I agree to your terms.'
     'I ask you one more question before you make a final 
decision.  Do you know what a sex-slave is?'
     'Oh, oh.'  Her eyes closed momentarily.  'Is that... will that be 
my role?  And my daughter?'
     'Tell her, Edith.'
     'The women are all sex-slaves to their men's every whim, but 
the pleasures are great.   In fact, we are all slaves to each other; even a 
woman can demand relief from another of her sex.' Edith laid it on and 
saw the woman cringe, imagining only the worst.
     'You seem unsure.  Don't answer now.  We will meet again 
tomorrow once you've thought your decision through.  As for your 
daughter, her role will be in our hands, not yours.  But I tell you this, 
no one in our household ever objects to their treatment, at least not for 
long.  There will be punishments, which means pain but all women 
suffer this throughout their lives, isn't that so. I can promise you this, 
woman; despite the pain all our women are fully satisfied and enjoy a 
life of comfort and pleasure. It is enjoyable.  So too, will yours be once 
you have progressed.   Go now.  But if you accept, you will be tested 
tomorrow.'
     Edith opened the door and she left unsteadily, without another 
word being spoken. 
     'That shook the bitch up.  I think you've won her though, 
Richard, darling.  Oh, God.  It's made me so randy.   Love me please.'
     Edith looked back as they left and noticed the wet spot on the 
sheets.

     'How is he progressing, Jane,' Edith asked.
     'He hasn't grown up one little bit, Mummy.  Slow as slow and 
so easy to humiliate.  He just stands there and takes it.  Thinks he's 
going to get a look at Ginny's secrets or me but somehow he always 
misses out.   I think he's being driven crazy with our teasing.  It's fun 
though.  He gets a hardon so easily.' 
     'Doesn't every male?'
     'Yes I suppose so.  But I don't think he's even had his pole up 
any girl.  He just dreams about it and gets another stiff.  At least with 
we girls, we've got a lot of power over men, haven't we?  I mean, let 
them get a sniff of pussy and they melt in our hands.'
     'Yes, most of the time, but when they get their back up, its 
look out backside or whatever other part they want to punish.'
     'Anyway we've given Phillip a few red buns.  I think he likes 
it too.  He's come most times in the middle of his beatings.'
     'I think it's about time he became a fully-fledged member, 
Jane.  Go easy on him for a couple of days.  Just keep his pecker up 
from time to time but make sure he doesn't climax.  I'll speak to 
Richard.'
     
     The woman entered again, looking exactly as she had 
yesterday.   No make-up, mousy hair with little style, clothes that 
spoke of charitable institution hand-me-downs, with little semblance 
of fit.  A woman defeated, was an apt description.
     She was shaken to find not Edith but another female in 
attendance.   Someone unknown, for she had never seen Amber 
before.
     'Don't sit.  You may not need to stay long at all,' Richard said, 
matter of factly.  'That is unless you have decided to accept.'
     'Please, sir, I need to know what will happen to me and 
especially my daughter?  She must not be harmed.'
     'There will be no bargaining,' Richard dictated.   'I told you 
yesterday, accept and you will be rid of your husband forever.   He will 
not contact you again, neither you nor your daughter.  But in 
accepting, your very existence is in our hands. You will be nothing 
until such time as you prove your worth as a member of our group.  
Nor will you be responsible for your daughter, that will be our task and 
you will have no say in the matter, at least not for the moment.  If you 
do please the members of our family, however, you will eventually 
become one yourself. But the growth will be difficult and at times 
painful and humiliating.  Just remember this; we have not lost an 
initiate yet, have we, slave?'
     'No, Master, we have all been privileged to join in the end.'
     'So, your choice is one of two.  Either stay as you now exist 
and bear the indignities of an unjust sect, or decide on change, 
regardless of the consequences but with the future far better than you 
could ever imagine.'
     She stood in front of them both, wringing her hands, unable to 
choose.   Finally, with anguish she seemed to come to a decision.
     'Sir, I know there is no future where I am now, especially for 
my child.  So I choose to accept the future you offer.  I don't know 
whether I can stand what I have to face, but I must try. I beg you 
though, to protect my little daughter.  She is so innocent.'
     Richard breathed an internal sigh, catching Amber's eye as 
though to say, at last, success.' 
     'I told you there would be a test?'
     'Yes, sir.'
     He swivelled his chair so his back was to her.  'Disrobe, 
completely.  I wish to hear your appearance described.'
     'Oh, so soon?  I didn't realise.  I'm not prepared.'
     'He's not looking,' Amber told her.  Only I will see today. 
Quickly.  Don't hesitate.'
     'Where can I go?'
     'Nowhere.  Right here, and no further delays,' his voice 
reverberated loudly.
     There was little style as she undid buttons and peeled the 
garments away.   Underwear consisted of an ill-fitting flesh coloured 
brassier, which Amber would have described as a tank cover.  Her 
underpants were more like bloomers, hanging loosely over her 
buttocks and thighs.
     'Underclothes are useless and tasteless,' Amber spoke.
     'I'm sorry,' the woman almost cried.  'I don't have anything 
better.'
     'And her form?' The man's voice asked.
     'Better.  Much better.  Quite good.  Tight breasts, a little sag 
but exercises should correct that.'  She reached out and squeezed the 
woman's breast making her cringe away.  'Don't ever do that again,' she 
said slapping the distraught woman on the cheek.  She squeezed harder 
and was pleased to find she did not pull away.
     'You will like her nipples,' Amber remarked.  'Almost black 
against the creamy white of her skin.  Amazing.'
     'Good.  And her triangle?'
     'Black and thick.' She ran a hand over the woman's pubic 
region.  'Rough.'
     'A pity, I was hoping for red.  Well it has to be removed. Do it 
now.'
     'Remove what?' The woman asked frantically.
     'All this hair.  It interrupts our men seeing your slit and makes 
you easier to enter.'
     'To enter what?' The bewildered woman asked.
     Amber looked at her strangely.   'To enter your sex, what did 
you expect?  Men like to have sex and we enjoy it too.'
     'Oh.  I've never had...'
     'You've never strayed, don't tell me.  It's so obvious.'
     'No, but I've never had sex.'
     'Just with your husband?  You are sexually pure?'
     She began to cry, holding her hands to her face.  'I've got to 
tell you.  I have never had sex with my husband.   Not properly.'
     'What do you mean, woman?' Richard's interest had risen 
considerably.  'You've borne a child?'
     'Yes, but...  it's so difficult for me to describe.  My husband in 
all his religious zeal, decided I had to be virginal when I conceived.'
     'And so?'
     'Well, he never consummated our marriage in the true sense, 
sir.  He discharged his, his...' She began to cry again.
     'Get hold of yourself and explain.'
     'Well he deposited his discharges on the outside of my, well 
my sex, and I had to lie for hours each time until it had drained inside.  
He never broke my maidenhead.'
     'You mean to say he wanted you to be the same as the Virgin 
Mary?  And you were?  You had your baby even though your hymen 
wasn't ruptured?' Amber was awestruck.
     'Yes, the church thought it was a miracle although they never 
reached the stage of glorifying the event as such.  Instead they held my 
husband up as a true leader for having the will-power to desist from 
having his way with me.'
     'I don't believe it,' Amber said.   'How long were you married 
before you had your baby?'
     'Over two years.'
     'He waited that long before he made love.  It's amazing.'
     'No, he has never made love properly.  He just does the same 
to me now, not very often, but just spills his discharge on my stomach.  
I can't answer why. He goes into a rage whenever I tried to talk about 
it, but he has never done what a normal husband would.'
     'So, even now, what is it twelve years of marriage, and you've 
never carried out the sex act?' This time Richard asked the question 
incredulously.  'I too, don't believe it.'
     'I swear it's true, sir.  I couldn't lie about something like this.  
It's just that in my position I knew I had to tell you.'
     'Oh, my God.  A virgin after twelve years of marriage and an 
infant from a virgin birth.  I have much to think about.' He had to 
change the subject for the time being.
     'Go and do as she tells you.   I require the hair to be removed.'
     'But what if my husband sees, sir?'
     'Will he be looking at you naked tonight?  I think not.  And 
tomorrow you will not be under his care any more.'
     'Tomorrow?   I'm going tomorrow?'  Her eyes brightened 
considerably.  'And my daughter too?'
     'Yes, both of you.  Tomorrow you start your new life but you 
have considerable matters to be attended to before you join the family.  
Amber here will arrange your transformation over the next few days.    
Hair, make-up, new clothes, especially undergarments and nightwear.  
You will not know yourself, but don't begin to think that is the end.  It 
is only the beginning and you have much to suffer.'
     They made arrangements for her departure, including what 
she was to write in the note she would leave.
     Amber was also given full instructions for the renewing of 
this tardy woman and her daughter.  The three were to become close 
friends over the next week as money was spent without concern for the 
amount.  The thought of what the unpleasantness of the future would 
be, lingered in the woman's mind, but deep down as the excitement 
dominated.
     'Make sure her senses are not aroused in any way sexually,' 
Richard warned Amber.  'There's just one thing, woman.'
     She looked at him, concerned that her hopes might be dashed.
     'What is your name?  And your daughter's?'
     'Oh, yes, I'm sorry.  I should have said.  My name is Alice and 
my daughter is Jessica; we call her Jessie.'
     'You will come to know every member intimately, dear Alice,' 
he said.  'Think of it as pleasures awaiting you, nothing else.'

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