(I seem to be stuck in lesbian themed stories lately. I will throw this out and continue in pieces so it is not a long, rambling thing)
Becky leaned against the bedroom wall as she watched her room mate Karen packing.
“Are you going to be gone for New Years again?”
“Every year Beck, you know that.”
“Yea, you and a bunch of women alone at a secluded resort with no men, I am dying to know what goes on there. What do you do anyway?”
Karen looked at her with a sly grin as she continued to pack, “And you know I can not disclose those things. We have had this conversation before.”
“So, I am good enough for an occasional fuck, but can't be trusted with certain information?”
“Look,I told you when we started having casual sex, that it was just that. I could not make any commitments. I adore you, but there are some things in my life I must keep personal for now.”
“Shit Karen, I am not asking for your hand in marriage, I just wander what the hell is so secretive about this place you go to every year is all.”
“If the time is ever right, I promise you, I will tell you all about it.” Karen remarked as she closed the suit case and ventured towards the bathroom to take a shower. She had just gotten undressed when Becky knocked on the bathroom door.
“Telephone.”
“I am not dressed. Who is it?”
“Some lady named Dominique.”
Karen's eyes widened and she shut the water in the shower off, grabbed a towel, and made a bee line for the phone.
“Yes, this is Karen.”
“Karen dear, sorry to disturb you, but we have a little dilemma. Our pledge for this years “Evening of Fire,” was tragically killed in an auto accident just last evening. I am advising you of this as you are the Mistress of pain and pleasure for the ceremony.”
Karen turned and whispered into the phone so Becky could not hear. “Mistress, I am honored to have this position and have looked forward to it, what can I do to assist you?”
I am going through the list of applicants and was remembering that you had a room mate who has voiced curiosity about us. Do you think you could persuade her to join our order at my personal invitation?”
“Mistress, I am not sure that is a wise decision. Can I place you on hold and speak to your privately?” Karen requested. Once Karen retreated to her study and ensured the line was safe, she spoke again.
“Mistress, Becky, my room mate, does not know about the initiation ceremony. It can be quite intense and to be honest I am not sure I can perform the necessary rite on someone I am intimately involved with,” Karen remarked.
“Karen, in the twenty two years I have been here, we have never failed to have an initiate to bring into our order and I do not want this to be my first. If you can not carry out your duties, then I may have under estimated your worth to us.”
Karen's heart beat rapidly with the prospect of confronting Becky as she put down the phone and quietly made her back to the bedroom.
“Becky, I need to speak to you.”
Karen asked Becky to sit on the bed beside her as sought the courage to say what was needed.
“That phone call was from the leader of our group; a very powerful woman. I really do not know how to say this, but every year on New Year's Eve we induct a new pledge into our order. The pledge must undergo a full night of very strict and painful initiations. This is not a college sorority, this is very serious stuff; sexual things, taboo things.”
“Yea, so why are you telling me this now?”
Karen hung her head and wrung her palms together nervously. “Our pledge for this year met a tragic accident and we need a substitute. Mistress Dominique has asked me to invite you to be this years pledge.”
Becky beamed and smiled widely. “Really? I would love to,” she chirped.
“Becky, you do not understand what you are getting into. Please listen to me. This is a unique lesbian order and the initiation is cruel and harsh. They thrive on their secrecy and anyone who betrays them would pay a horrible price. Please, for you own sake, turn the offer down.”
“Geesh Karen, you made it, I am sure I can.”
"Becky, my initiation effected me for months. I almost had a nervous breakdown over what they did to me that night. Please, say no.”
“Crying out loud Karen, you make it sound like a bunch of sadists..”
“Closer than you think. Becky, there are things about me that you do not even know. Things that will be exposed if you go there. Please, I beg you turn it down.”
Becky looked incredulously at Karen. She knew Karen was genuinely worried but her curiosity was working over time. She had to find out what it was all about.
“No Karen, I am going. I want to be a part of it. I want to earn their trust, and I will take what ever punishment they give me to show them I am worthy of them.”
“That is another thing. I have moved up in rank within the order. I will be leading the initiation ceremony this year. I will have no mercy on you. I will push you to to extreme limits, do things to you that you can not imagine, and once it starts I can not help you in any way.”
“All my life I have wanted to belong to something special. I accept Karen. Tell me what to pack.”
Karen lowered her head, wishing Becky had turned down the offer, but remembered her own excitement in joining years ago.
When they arrived at the secluded resort, Becky was introduced to Dominique and then taken to be prepared for the initiation ceremony.
Karen lingered behind to once again express her concerns to Dominique but was assured that it was all for the good of the order and that Becky would never have consented if she inwardly did not want to join.
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Karen entered the hall from a darkened corner, dressed in a cape and hood; fully nude underneath. She turned to the sisterhood, all dressed in cloaks and masks and bowed before them as she awaited the signal from Mistress Dominique to begin.
Karen turned towards the center of the room and peered through the hooded cape to the image of Becky's hooded body bound in a “x” and the room ablaze in the light of the flickering candles.
“Strip the pledge!” Karen's voice echoed. Several female associates rushed to Becky and cut the gown from her body before retreating.
Karen slowly advanced to Becky's back before stopping. She lay the whip gently on the floor and ceremonially removed her cape and walked slowly to face Becky.
“Pledge Rebecca. Welcome to your evening of fire. So called, because your body will burn in both pain and lust. This is the point of no return. If you successfully endure this night, you will be a part of the most unique sisterhood on earth.”
“Of the things you will witness nothing is to be repeated outside these walls. Do you accept what is about to happen to you?”
“Yes,” Becky remarked with a nervous excitement.
Karen turned her back to her and spoke once more. “Then bend down and kiss the ass of the giver of your fire.” Karen ordered as she bent slightly forward.
Becky swallowed hard at Karen's instructions, but followed them. She found that the ropes allowed her just enough slack to bend over and make contact with the rounded globes of Karen's ass. She could smell the familiar scent of Karen's sex as her lips greeted the fleshly mounds.
The accepting kiss over, Karen returned to the rear of Becky, took the whip from the floor and clutched it firmly in her hand. A twinge of hesitation surged through her as she readied the whip.
The first strike landed on Becky's lower back and echoed off the brick walls like a clap of thunder. Becky arched her body as she let out an audible gasp of pain. Another strike immediately followed and landed on her bare ass.
Becky made a hissing sound as she grit her teeth.
Her night of fire had begun and there was no turning back now.
To be continued
