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The Ceremony - (D/s, B/D, cons, group)
MarArch (mararch@ix.netcom.com)

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	She struggled to remember, to grasp some glimpse of where she
had been. She recalled only vaguely the events that lead her here...
	She remembered the party... the odd party. Her new lover, had
mentioned it to her, and said that his attendance was manditory, but
he had not invited her, or suggested even that she consider it
possible. She remembered the flash of panic that had flowed through
her at that moment, when she realized that he was going somewhere
without her. Somewhere fun.
	They had only met the month before, but since that time, he
had opened to her a whole new world of sensuality and lust that she
had never before dreamed existed. When he gently moulded and moved her
naked body into some wondrous new position and teased and toyed with
it, she felt her whole flesh scream with life and joy and such
sensations as she could only imagine before he had come into her life.
And when he lay atop her, his hard manhood slid firmly into her, he
would gaze down into her eyes as his hands roamed across her flesh,
pausing to pinch or tickle or stroke her, as if he was testing her,
seeking to find what her limits of lust might be, or whether she had
any limits at all. And she welcomed everything he did to her; to her
body and her mind and her soul. She was truly alive in his arms and
impaled upon him.
	But then he had mentioned the party, and it seemed to her that
he was not going to ask her to go with him. So she had suggested that
she would adore attending it in his company. And he had hesitated,
muttering something about not being sure whether or not she was ready
yet. And though she did not understand him, still she pressed on with
her request that he allow her to attend. And finally he had relented,
though perhaps a bit sadly.

	Then it was the evening of the affair, and she had answered
her door to find him standing there, dressed in white, silken, blousy
shirt with ruffles at the collar and cuffs, and black pants so snug
they reminded her of tights. A pair of hip length leather boots
covered his legs and she was momentarily taken aback, not realizing
that this was to be some sort of costume affair. But he had smiled
warmly at her and told her not to worry, and taken her hand and they
had gone.
	Arriving at the large, almost mansion-like house far out into
the country, they were greeted at the door by a tall, handsome man
wearing the robes and cowl of a Monk, who had ushered them inside to
where the party was already humming away. As she had scanned the room,
she saw an amazing sight. There were a number of handsome men, all
dressed as if they had just stepped from some Rennaisance court,
decked in a variety of tunics and gerkins and boots of all sorts. But
what surprised her most was the appearance of the women... Their
attire followed no set pattern. Some wore draped, flowing dresses,
which might have perfectly suited a Medivel barmaid, others were clad
in skin tight bodysuits which accentuated the curves of their hips and
the small, tight knots of their nipples beneath the fabric, as though
they had just come from some science fiction fantasy. Still others
wore little more than a whisp of cloth to cover their most intimate
flesh and one women was even completely naked, sporting only a pair of
wide leather wrist cuffs, joined loosely by a length of chair. But
what she had noticed after a few moments was the fact that each of the
women bore an identical collar around their necks... a thick, soft
leather band that seemed to buckle tightly in the back and had a
small, oddly shaped tag dangling from the front, like the lisence a
dog might sport. But she was either to shy or too polite, she told
herself, to ask about it and the idea soon faded from her mind.
	For a long while she had laughed and talked and joked with
these strangers, and although she began to quickly feel at ease, she
could not help but sense that, when they though her attention was
elsewhere, they were all turning to stare at her, and perhaps whisper
excitedly together, their attention fixed firmly on her. After several
glasses of very fine champagne, she realized she was growing
light-headed and decided to seek a little momentary quiet.
	She strolled casually around the house and suddenly found
herself pushing through a doorway and into a large, gleeming kitchen.
The only other person in this spacious room was the Monk, who was
casually arranging a tray with small tidbits on it. He looked up at
her and smiled, and she returned it, graciously. They fell to chatting
and it was so off-handed that she really could not remember what, if
anything, had actually been said. At last, the Monk smiled at her,
turned and retrieved a tall, dusty bottle from a cabinet, uncorking it
and pouring a small amount of a dark, rich, red liquid into a fluted
glass and handing it to her.
	She took it, gave him a silent smile in thanks and raised it
to her lips, sipping it lightly. She was startled at how sweet and
tangy it was, the faint hint of honey and lemon wafting over it's
surface. Quickly she upended the glass and drained it, setting it down
on the counter with a sigh.
	She thanked him and turned to re-enter the party.
	She had wandered around for a long moment, nodding and smiling
at those she had met and those who were still strangers to her, and
slowly she began to realize that she was becoming extremely
light-headed. She was finding her focus beginning to drift, and,
oddest of all, she could feel the first stirrings of a low tingling
deep inside her, and when she took a further step, she realized that
she was growing wet. This surprised her, since only her lover had
managed to instill these feelings in her lately. And now they simply
seemed to be happening, spontaniously.
	Suddenly, she was very, very tired and felt her eyelids begin
to droop. She glanced around and noticed a plush sofa across the room,
so she turned and tried to focus, moving in that direction. Before she
had taken very many steps, she could feel her eyes sliding closed and
just before everything faded to a distant memory, she could see that
everyone seemed to have fallen silent, and was turned to watch her
with intense, sometimes blazing eyes. Then her lids slid shut and she
was gone.

	She felt, rather than saw, her next awakening. As if reluctant
to release her, the cool sleep held her hand, holding her within the
confines of it's territory, as she tried to focus on the odd
sensations that even now were slowly sinking into her from whatever
distant place her body still occupied.
	She could feel herself being lifted, raised upright until her
feet were planted solidly and hands under her arms kept her from
sinking down. Then she felt her arms being drawn back behind her, her
wrists being crossed and something cool and soft wrapping around them,
pinning them in place. And just as she was about to abandon herself to
sleep once more, she sensed someone approaching and then, suddenly,
the acrid stench of ammonia wafting into her nose, hitting her brain
and jerking it back from it's drifting reverie.
	She opened her eyes and blinked. And then the full range of
her sensations came flashing though her, startlingly. She was bound,
not only with her hands firmly trapped behind her back, but she could
feel lengths of rope tied snugly to her elbows and around her breasts,
immobilizing her entire arms. And she realized even before she glanced
down at herself, that the ropes continued across her chest, in a
clever pattern that wrapped and tightly held her large breasts... And
she realized that they were naked, and then her eyes noticed the
large, gleaming metal clamps that gripped her erect nipples, a moment
before the dull throbbing of the devices rolled through her chest.
	When she moaned, she realized for the first time that her
mouth was gagged, a large ball of some kind pressed firmly between her
teeth and it's attached cord running around her head and firmly
secured behind her neck.
	She felt herself begin to sag, and the hands under her arms
supported her, keeping her steady on her feet. She leaned forward and
her downward glance showed her that she was virtually naked, wearing
only high, tight stockings and high-heeled shoes. She saw an arm
extended toward her, the hand coming up toward her face and again
smelled the acrid stinging in her nostrils. Her entire body jerked
upwards as if to escape the horrible smell and she was fully awake
now, and the first dull aches in various places began to rush into her
mind. But before she could take a proper accounting of them, a gentle
hand gripped her jaw and turned her gaze outwards, in front of
herself.
	Before her stook one of the women from the party... the one
who had been dressed as a serving maid, though now she was fully
adorned in a garment that gripped her soft curves and seemed to be
made out of rubber or vinyl of some kind, including a pair of elbow
length gloves. The woman smiled at her and now that she was sure she
was being regarded, allowed the hand to slide slowly along her cheek
as she spoke in a low, almost soothing voice.
	"There you are, my dear. Back with us again. How nice. My name
is Lisa, and I am your attendant for the ceremony."
	She could feel her brows furrowing in confusion. What
ceremony, she wondered. What in God's name was going on here? Who was
this person and what was this insane position she found herself in all
about? The woman seemed to sense her confusion and smiled at her, a
combination of soothing and wicked playfulness.
	"Don't be alarmed, my dear. You won't be harmed in any way.
But, since you attended our little... gathering for the first time,
you obviously have a strong desire to participate in our particular
lifestyle. And in order to do that, you must go through the ceremony,
as we all have. And once you've done that, then you get to play with
us whenever you like. But come along now. It's time we were starting."
	The woman turned and moved away toward the large double doors
in the middle of the wall which she could now see was something like a
library or gentlemen's den. She turned quickly to glance at her sides
and saw that two of the other women from the party were now holding
her firmly under each arm, and smiling wickedly at her. She began to
feel a bit of panic, completely unaware of what might happen to her
now.
	The woman to her left was a tall blond, very strong and she
too was attired in the strange yet, she had to admit, provocative
garments as the woman who identified herself as Lisa. This woman
smiled down at her for a long moment, then released one hand from her
arm and reached down between her legs. An instant later, she felt the
startling tremble of something deep inside her... The object was not
large, barely occupying more space than her thumb, but it was deep
inside her sex, and it's constant, pulsing rhythm would slowly drive
her mad, she was sure.
	The women who identified herself as Lisa reached the doors and
opened them wide, revealing a darkened room beyond lit here and there
by small, flickering candles, and the women who flanked her began to
ease her forward. At first, she attempted to resist, to hold back, but
the tall blond merely reached out and took the chain which dangled
between the clamps on her nipples lightly in her fingers and gave it a
gentle steady tug, like signalling a dog on a leash. The waves of
pinching sensation boiled through her breasts and deep into her,
meeting with and swirling into the steady vibrations from within her
sex and she heard herself moan as resistance fled from her.
	She took a tentative step forward, and then another, and
before the trio had reached the now open doors, they had achieved a
slow, almost stately pace.
	And then they were through the door, and into the darkness of
the room beyond. Behind them, Lisa closed the doors and a deep gloom
surrounded her. The women on either side of her leaned in and gently
kissed her cheeks, then stepped away and faded into the shadows,
leaving her standing alone, swaying slightly, struggling to
concentrate. She made every effort to remain absolutely still, lest
the ripples of sensations that now were assaulting her throbbing body
from her pinioned arms, her pulsing sex and dully throbbing nipples
distract her into a sweet insanity and keep her from figuring out just
what was happening to her.
	Slowly her eyes began to adjust to the dimness and shapes
began to swirl into sharper form... She realized that the room was
quite large, the ceiling very high, and the candles were placed almost
randomly around the space on stands of various heights. And in between
the stands, she began to make out shapes... the shapes of human
bodies, their flesh catching a faint glow from the candles... all of
them stripped down to their skin, save for a few here and there who
were clad only in small whisps of cloth other their genitals. But all
attention in the room was focused upon her, of that she was certain.
	Lisa stepped up from the shadows and stood face to face with
her, smiling wickedly at her for a long moment, before reaching out
and lightly running the tips of her long-nailed fingers slowly across
the naked skin of her stomach, sending tickling ripples deep into her
and causing her body to flinch slightly, as if to attempt escape from
the delicious torment. A long, low moan boiled from her throat and
Lisa's smile increased, displaying a wanton satisfaction. She let her
fingertips trail slowly down into the hair above her sex and a single
finger slid softly between the lips, and brushed down, cresting the
tight, throbbing clit and tracing the swell of her nether lips all the
way to the bottom. They were slick now with her excitement and as the
carress sank into her she moaned again, louder this time.
	Lisa withdrew her finger, and raised it to her lips, her
tongue extending and slowly licking the fluid from it, like a cook
sampling a carefully prepared dish. Lisa gave a quiet, appreciative
groan and turned to face the people hidden in the shadows.

	"Masters, little ones, honored guests. We meet tonight, to
once again conduct our solemn ceremony of induction. There is here,
before us, a female who will soon become one of our number... who will
taste the agony and sweetness of our attentions and become one with us
in our honored quest for the perfection of pleasure. She is offered to
us and we accept her..."
	Lisa paused for a long dramatic moment, and when she continued
her voice was dark and ominous.
	"But... we also have a punishment to meet out. He who has
brought her to us, has done so in violation of our strictest rules.
For he chose her hastily, and allowed himself to be swayed and wooed
by his affection for her, though they are only newly acquainted, and
without testing her worthiness to become a part of our ensemble. He
allowed himself to let her influence him, to let her coax him into
including her in our activities. And in doing so, he has demonstrated
that weakness which we can not allow in anyone of our number who would
call himself a Master. Therefore, he must be punished, and made to see
what the true nature of our lives her are all about... and he must do
so from the other side of the equation. Behold, august friends, the
fate of a fallen master..."

	Lisa turned toward a distant corner, and slowly a dull light
from somewhere overhead began to rise, revealing a pool of
illumination in the blackness. There he was, his body stripped naked
and lashed firmly down onto some sort of intricate device of gleaming
metal pipes and thick dark foam pads. He was, essentially, on his
back, his arms spread wide and held in place against a padded support
at the wrists, palms upwards, with additional bindings at his elbows
and shoulders. His torso was strapped tightly to a small padded table,
and his legs were stretched upwards and held wide apart by wires that
ran from the thick ankle cuffs up into the darkness. Around his
forehead was a tight band of some kind which pulled it downwards and
back, so that his head was dangling, upsidedown. His jaw was distended
by the huge spherical gag that circled his head and jutting from it
was a large, realistic looking phallus. She could see that his nipples
too were clamped, the connecting chain held up by another thin wire
that disappeared above into the darkness and pulled at him, stretching
his flesh slightly. And she could see his cock, hard and erect, it's
base gripped by a tight ring to which was attached a small device of
some kind. He was utterly helpless and when his eyes fell on her own
she could see in them that he was undergoing a wash of strange
sensations, part of his mind lost in confusion, part overwhelmed by
the intense physical sensations that were coursing through his body.
The sight of him, her lover, so helpless, so vulnerable, caused her to
moan once more, but at the same moment her body responded with a
delicious tingle and more moisture leaked from her sex. She felt her
inner walls grip the invading device and fresh tingles spread through
her, causing her knees to weaken and her clit to ripple with longing.
	She watched, fascinated, as two women stepped into the pool of
light near his bound body, each bearing a lit candle. They stood on
either side of him, and slowly raised the candles until they were over
his torso. Then, slowly, they tipped them and she could hear the light
patter of the hot wax as it struck his flesh. His entire body twitched
with the shock and a low moan rolled from his throat, but she could
see his cock was stirring now, pulsing in the air, hungry and
untouched.
	The women languidly waved the candles above him, causing a
pattern of hot wax droplets to splash on his skin, sending new shivers
and moans through him. And then she could hear him quietly beginning
to whimper, with a mix of pleading and deep, unfulfilled lust. As one
of the women continued to lightly drip wax upon his torso, now
carefully seaching for untouched places on his skin, the other blew
out her candle and turned away, placing it out of the pool of light.
When she turned back, she held in her hand a small whip with many
streamers, and slowly, but firmly, she began to swing it in a light
arc, allowing the streamers to slap against his torso with a dull
snap. His body jerked heavily with each blow, and though she could see
that they were not hard strokes, they were nevertheless sending new
waves of sensation through his flesh which he was unable to ignore or
resist.
	Even as this new torment was begun yet a third woman stepped
into the pool of light, and the sight of this one caused her eyes to
widen. Not only was this one naked, but around her waist and firmly
strapped to her and jutting out from her hips was a phallus, long and
thin. She moved with a slow, almost stately grace around behind him
and took a place between his raised and spread legs, and reached up
with long, delicate fingers to begin lightly stroking the skin on the
insides of his thighs.
	He was whimpering now, and his eyes revealed a desperation for
some sort of release from this assualt. And as she watched his abuse
and torment, she could feel her own body beginning to respond, the
stirrings of her own release tingling and building deep inside her.
But as she felt her own breath begin to shorten, her body begin to
tense, she suddenly was surrounded by naked men who pressed close,
their flesh brushing against her own, their bodies swaying in a slow
rhythm. The feel and scent of them pummelled her mind and caused her
release to flash for an instant and then retreat from her, leaving her
overwhelmed by these additional sensations. Then the hands were upon
her, lightly stroking every part of her flesh, but particularly
cautious to avoid her breasts and her sex... running down her legs,
lightly carressing her bound arms... tickling over her neck and up her
cheeks... a fingertip barely brushing her ear, tracing the ridges...
hard, strong fingernails lightly raking down her back and across her
stomach... stimulating every part of her except those that would allow
her release. And inside her the little object pulsed and her pinched
nipples sent fresh waves of throbbing through her... and it seemed as
if this delicious torment would go on forever, and she would be held
here, suspended on the edge of release for all time, her sex now a
steady fountain of fluid that oozed from her and rolled down her legs,
soaking the stockings and dripping on the floor between her trembling
feet.
	She managed to focus her attention on him once more, as if to
tear her mind from her own torment, and saw now that the woman behind
him was watching her intensely over the separating distance, waiting
for just this moment. She saw the woman smile broadly, an evil smile,
and one of her thigh carressing hands left his leg and disappeared
from view at her own crotch. She saw his eyes widen with shock and
then the womans' hand appeared once more, both her hands now reaching
around to grip the front of his thighs as if for leverage, before she
closed her eyes and pushed forward with her hips. Behind his elaborate
gag, he screamed as his body was penetrated, and his cock trembled
wildly in the air. The woman slowly opened her eyes and fixed her gaze
on her, and then with deliberate slowness, began to rock her hips back
and forth, as if in some tight, controlled dance.
	He was sobbing now, his body overwhelmed by the rush of
sensations from every portion... his torso stunned with the steady hot
assault of the wax, the light rhythmic slaps of the whip, the pulling
of his nipples and the invasion of his body by the phallus. But like
her, he was being denied release and his mind was tumbled with a
cascade of thoughts rocketing up from his flesh and bursting against
his reason.
	Then she saw yet another woman step into the pool of light,
this time at his head, and stop to look down at him for a long moment,
her own hand nestled firmly between her naked legs, her fingers
curling and uncurling slowly inside her as she stroked herself deeply.
She saw his eyes flick to her, imploringly, but she seemed not to
notice. This last tormenter merely turned slowly and planted herself
before him, facing away, carefully spreading her legs, before bending
over and reaching between them to take the phallus attached to the gag
firmly in her grasp and guide it to her now moist and ready opening.
Then she sighed with the first contact and leaned slowly back against
it, impaling herself upon it, all the way to the hilt. And her hips
too began to roll, letting the penetrating phallus stroke her deeply
inside.
	Now he was no more than a device of pleasure for these women,
this quartet of skilled harpies. And she watched as his cock shuddered
wildly in the air, hopeless and desparate.
	Suddenly she felt the hands upon her own flesh arrive at her
knees, and under her arms and press against her back and she felt
herself being lifted, her feet leaving the floor, her weight sinking
back to rest prone in many strong arms. And then she felt herself
being carried, and realized that she was being moved toward his prone
and helpless body. She was too weak to struggle, and could only absorb
the sensation of weightlessness as she was carefully lifted over him,
slowly swung around and her legs were spread, until she found herself
above him, her thighs straddling him and his dark and now threatening
looking cock positioned between her limbs. The hands then carefully
began to lower her, and she could feel the head of his cock as it slid
easily between the dripping lips of her sex and sank into her, filling
her. She moaned heavily, feeling her climax gathering once more, but
then, as her weight settled fully upon him and she felt the cocktip
press against the top of her sex, deep inside, the hands upon her
pressed her down, hard, pinning her there and preventing her from
moving, from drawing out that release. She moaned heavily and her
longing rolled through her, trapped just beneath the surface of
escape. Behind her she could feel the slow, rhythmic motion of the
woman who continued to fuck her lovers' ass with the invading phallus,
and before her she could see the back and open sex of the woman who
was slowly fucking herself on the phallus that jutted from the gag
attached to his face, and she knew that she too was being used as an
intrument of his punishment, and the most painful one of all, for she
was being held motionless upon his raging cock and forced to deny them
both the release they desparately needed now.
	She only vaguely sensed the hands that quickly took her ankles
and attached the cuff to them, pulling them tightly down and linking
them together under his body, leaving her upon him as if riding a
stallion bareback... and the other hands that wrapped the belt around
her waist and attached it with strong wires to the hooks at the sides
of the padded platform, utterly denying her motion. She only became
fully aware once more when she felt the chain between the clamps that
pinched her nipples was carefully lifted and drawn upwards, now
steadily pulling at her, as it too was attached to some suspended wire
overhead. Then all the hands were gone, and she was left there,
trapped and pinned to him, his cock deep inside her, her body wrapped
around his and perfectly immobile, her nipples stretched and
tormented, seeing the droplets of wax splash against the skin of his
stomach, watching the steady flap of the whip against the now
reddening skin of his chest, feeling the slow steady rhythm of the
woman behind her fucking her lovers' ass, seeing the woman before her,
fucking his face, and she unable to move to fuck his cock. 
	She was only vaguely aware of the boiling little invader
inside her now, that throbbed against her and the cock that filled
her. She could feel the cock trembling within her flesh as if sobbing,
and the steady flow of her own moisture rolling out of her now spread
and penetrated sex and coating him. And then she sensed Lisa step up
beside her and lean over, whispering into her ear..
	"Welcome, little one"...
	And then a hand somewhere behind and beneath her, and the snap
of a switch and the box attached to her lovers' cock roared to life,
turning his member into a pulsing, electric, vibrator of flesh inside
her. Tiny, sharp jolts shot into her pinned body and suddenly her sex
exploded in a firey cascade of cumming, waves of it rolling out and
splashing against every muscle, every centimeter of her skin. And as
soon as the first throb began to subside, another jolt deep inside her
caused her sex to burst again, stronger now than before...
	...and as the third wave rushed through her, she began to
scream behind her gag, and somewhere far away she could hear him
screaming behind his own, and deep inside her she felt his cock pulse
and twitch and then the searing splash of his cum shot into her,
filling her to overflowing and dripping down their pinned bodies and
again, she came in answer, her mind now torn and tossed into the void
of her body's sensations...
	...and over and over she came, and inside her, she felt his
body well and spew into her hotly... until there was nothing left but
the waves of cumming...
	...and as her mind retreated toward the blackness of escape,
she felt her torso falling back, and as she came yet again, the clamps
upon her nipples pulled free, sending a final tormenting scream of
feelings into her chest that smashed against the waves rising from her
sex and she erupted in a ball of heavenly fire beyond anything she
could ever have imagined... and as the hands of the woman behind her
pressed against her back, holding her up, she felt the last of her
mind ripped free, and she was floating, a mere shell of tingling
flesh... as she slipped into the blackness of mindless, perfect, pure
fulfillment...

	..."Welcome, little one..."

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