Deceived and Enslaved (5 page)

Lucy tells me later how she held both the girls' hands and explained to them the nature of what she called the 'expurgation' ceremony for initiates, and the three stages: communal awe, castigation and finally expurgation. It sounded as if she was fantastic, because I know that she makes all this kind of stuff up off the top of her head.

Amanda tells Lucy that she is still not sure why we are called the Order of Janus. Lucy gives them the usual mumbo-jumbo. The girls seem suitably impressed.

One last wonderful innovation LW has made to the slab, as he calls it, is to put it on wheels. The thing weighs a ton and I'm sure one of us one day will get a hernia trying to push the thing, but LW seems to think that it adds much needed gravitas to the whole event.

The last thing Lucy tells the girls as they sip tea in LW's humble living room is that if they truly want to be part of the glorious Order of Janus then they must submit to everything, no matter what we do to them. By participating in the ceremony they are taking a vow of obedience which includes not talking about what happens to anybody outside the order. The girls solemnly agree.

By this stage PCK and DE had also arrived, late as usual. It was JS's turn to be master of ceremonies. Lucy had made a superb horse's head for him out of paper-maché. There were howls of laughter when he put it on, and it was difficult to keep a straight face during the ceremony.

Lucy leads the girls down the narrow steps and into the basement, disappearing again to don her costume.

JS begins. 'Dear Janusians - we gather here on this solemn day to bring to the fold for your pleasure two new acolytes. We will sacrifice them to you on this day as we daily sacrifice ourselves for your greater good...'

Total hogwash, but the kneeling girls seemed to take it all in. We solemnly stood beside them. Amanda really was beautiful. I caught her eyes and she looked instantly away. Shyness, I suppose, but as I stood watching her, I was anticipating how delightful it was going to be to debase her.

I thought that JS was overdoing it a bit. The ceremony seemed to drag on and on. He threw in a bit of Latin, the great scholar he is. I thought I detected a little bit of Greek too. The joke, I don't know what he said, I suppose was for LW. LW told me later that there were a lot of rude words in there.

I knew thankfully, though, when he raised his hands in the air with all the ham theatricality of a circus clown that the real fun was about to begin.

'Amanda Smythe come forward!'

Amanda tentatively walked closer to JS. The dais, I forgot to mention the dais. It was all very imposing. JS stood a couple of feet higher.

'Do you, Amanda, wish to be initiated into this high order?'

'I do,' Amanda said.

'And will you obey the commandments of the order in every detail?'

'I will.'

'And will you submit to all the requirements of your brethren at this ceremony and in every other way that is desired while you are still an acolyte?'

'I will,' the girl said without the slightest thought.

'And do you accept that before you enter the highest Order of Janus then you must purge yourself of every low thought in your soul?'

'I do.'

Without too much dismal repetition, June was asked to come forward and the whole tiresome business was repeated.

When June was finished pledging herself to a religious order that JS, LW and myself had created one drunken night in our rooms, JS turned to us and said in Latin, 'Gentleman, let us begin. Undress the girls!'

Both women looked at each other in amazement. We knew at this stage that it was imperative to be as solemn and as serious as we could be or the whole thing would just look like the charade that it was.

I could see then why the whole ceremony was necessary. If we hadn't have gone through the whole thing and got the girls to submit to our wills, then even girls as naive as they were would have seen through our wicked plan. Now they were confused. They really didn't know what to do.

LW and PCK walked up to June and I and DE went to Amanda. I could hear her breathing very heavily. She looked indignant. 'Look at me please,' JS commanded in a wonderfully stentorian voice. And she did: as her eyes fixed on JS, I looked at her beautiful white blouse. I could see the pattern of her brassiere through the cotton material. I began to undo the buttons. She had such beautiful silky skin. One button and then another popped, until I could see the parting curve of her breasts and the beautiful brassiere. I wanted to touch them, to stick my fingers down over the white orbs of flesh, to take her nipples in my hand, but I knew I couldn't. I had to act, more so in this crucial phase, with an impeccable adherence to the protocol of the ceremony. It was so arousing to watch her staring down at her own nervously heaving chest, her look of complete consternation at what we had been ordered to do to her.

I undid every button, pulling the blouse loose from the constriction of her skirt and then pulled the garment over the girl's shoulders. I glanced, as furtively as I could, over to June, her dress falling to the floor, beautiful June in her white underwear, her stockings and suspenders, the flimsy garter belt just above the waistband of her panties. Her eyes were focused on JS but there seemed to be, to my surprise, something of a knowing smile playing on her lips.

DE struggled a little with the hook of her brassiere, but it aroused me greatly to watch Amanda, her body jerked backwards as DE fumbled, her eyes remaining fixed on JS standing on the podium in front of her. Then to see her voluptuous breasts flop free from the constriction of her brassiere. She had beautiful breasts, Amanda, thick, pert nipples in a little pink aurora of flesh, and then the white swell of unblemished skin. It took a mighty effort on my part not to take each ruby jewel in my mouth.

June's breasts once unfettered made an equally majestic sight. Her breasts were bigger, heavier, her skin more rosy, matching the blush of her cheeks.

It was my turn again. I slowly, and I could see JS looking at me a little disapprovingly fearing I would spoil the whole event, glided my hands up her nylon stockings, under her skirt, all the way up to the cotton of her panties. I could hear the heavy frightened breathing of the dear girl as I stroked the outer edge of her frilly panties. My thumbs reached up, hooked into the waistband and pulled her panties down. As I did so, I brushed my finger naughtily along the soft blonde down of her pubic hair, causing the slightest of sighs to pass from Amanda's lips. The girl was blushing furiously. She looked at me with those big doe eyes, for the first time perhaps wondering what she had let herself in for and whether we were going too far.

'Enough!' shouted JS. I understood why he called the striptease to an end. It was going to be a beautiful sight watching Amanda bend over with the maroon skirt riding around her waist.

'The moment of castigation is at hand. Take the girl's, fellow Janusians.'

DE and PCK laid their hands on the flat of the two girls' stomachs and levered them over so that their bottoms made a perfect right angle. LW and myself stood in front of them and held onto their hands. JS climbed down from the little homemade podium and retrieved a leather strap that had been hidden behind it.

'Acolytes,' he said, addressing their beautiful rumps, 'the gods demand your purity.' A nice piece of improvisation, I thought. Who the gods were or why Janus lovers would be worshipping on a solstice night never seemed to enter the girls' heads. Maybe they didn't care. Maybe they did realize what a charade all this was, but could not give in to their sexual weaknesses without the flummery of bogus cultic practice. I didn't really care. The truth was that we were all becoming consummate masters of such a ritual that we really were quite believable in such a situation.

However, the sight of Amanda's bare bottom was delicious, the maroon skirt pulled up over her waist, her pretty little quim showing, the thick sex lips glistening a little in a combination of fear and excitement.

JS dangled the leather strap between Amanda's bum cleft. It must have tickled her a little, because her bottom delightfully wriggled with the contact of the leather. JS intoned some more meaningless Latin over the girls, before pulling back the strap and landing the leather across Amanda's pert bottom. The smack echoed around the room. She gripped tight hold of my hand as the lash descended. She let out a very delightful little squeal and then caught my eyes and smiled at me mischievously.

'Purge her soul,' JS intoned.

'Purge her soul,' the rest of us parroted.

The belt came down again and again and again. Amanda squirming with the sharp pain. She was not smiling now as JS smacked the belt against the firm alabaster white of her rear. Her eyes clenched hard. JS aimed the belt on the top of her thighs and the small of her back until from the top of her stockings to her waistline was blushing as red as her face had been when I removed her panties.

JS moved onto the next acolyte. The same tripe recitation, but June seemed to respond differently. Her shriek seemed to transmute to an appreciative moan. It seemed to encourage JS to smack the girl harder.

Now it was my turn.

To anybody casually witnessing such a scene it must have looked quite preposterous as I smacked first Amanda and then in the little bit of choreography we had worked out, moved two paces sideways before positioning myself in front of June. Their inflamed bottoms incited me to try and hit them harder, particularly June who seemed to relish every single stroke. I also thought that I detected a sigh of pleasure coming from Amanda as well. I obviously hit them much harder than JS, because while their bottoms had flushed rubicund with his correction they were still unmarked. A couple of blows from me and I could see the first of a group of pretty pink weals overlaying the girls' bottoms.

I had to remember to lash the girls only five times each. LW insisted that we keep up the facade all through the bogus ritual. When I had finished, I passed the strap to DE. DE and PCK lashed the girls while LW and I held onto their hands.

The girls were reaching the threshold of their pain, Amanda's eyes were scrunched tight, and even though she still moaned appreciatively I don't believe she could have taken much more punishment. Her body sagged with each stroke of the belt, her cries of pain sharpened, became shrill.

I was holding June's hand. Her fingers clutched mine with each lash. It really was delightful to watch the pendulous swing of her heavy breasts with each thwack.

'Enough!' shouted JS when the spanking had been completed. 'The plinth.'

This was the part that I didn't like. While JS pulled up the girls, holding onto their hands, like a kind uncle, the rest of us had to push the heavy stone slab into the centre of the room.

It was worth it, though, because the next part of the ceremony was really delicious. We placed the girls over the stone, their full breasts flattening against its cold. We applied soothing unguents on their rubicund bottom. PCK and myself had the joyous pleasure of first soaping their smarting bottoms, in what JS had christened the cleansing ceremony.

The submissive girls groaned their delight as the cold, soapy water was gently applied to their red raw flesh. I stretched Amanda's cheeks wide to gaze at her lovely little tight bottom-hole, knowing that as soon as the ceremony was over I would have the pleasure of entering her there. When I had finished, LW rinsed and dried the tender flesh.

JS instructed that we tie the girls to the metal rods with the handcuffs that he had somehow purloined. He has never told us the full story.

The girls were tethered in a kneeling position. They submitted to our will as they had pledged themselves they would, but it still amazed me how willingly they gave their assent to our wicked desires.

It was then that Lucy entered. My god what a woman! I love her dearly. We all love her so dearly. There cannot be many women like her in the world. I think that apart from the pure pleasure it brings to us, part of the reason that we go through this facade is to try to find another woman like Lucy. Our problem far too often is, it is only the submissives that go along with this kind of thing. But there is always the hope that we will find another dominatrix with the flair of Lucy, a real Janus who enjoys being punished as much as she enjoys punishing. She was dressed in a beautiful white gown and a mask and she was carrying with her the gags and the blindfolds.

Before they were attached, JS continued with his spiel.

'Now is the hour of contemplation. Before you are ready to join us, you must contemplate the silent darkness while we, the true Janusians bring you the dark pleasures of the Order of Janus.'

Lucy attached the gags first while we all stood around speaking the gibberish that JS had taught us to speak. Lucy always preferred to gag them first. She loved to look into their eyes as she silenced them.

The blindfold was last.

For the whole ritual to work, and for the girls to go away feeling that they had experienced something truly mystic, it had been agreed that both girls should enjoy a good, prolonged orgasm. So Lucy's inspection was deemed essential.

We all had to undress for her and show her our cocks. Lucy loved this part. She started, of course with JS. He was already erect, but Lucy could not resist taking him in her mouth, holding his balls in her hand and sucking on him to make sure that he was as hard as he could be. Equal treatment was given to PCK and DE. LW went next. She passed him by, fearing that the slightest touch would cause him to ejaculate.

Now it was my turn. I held the girl by her mane of beautiful raven hair as her lips slid down my pole. To be honest I could have forgotten all about the other girls, so delightful it was to have those luscious lips delving down me. She pulled off me not a moment too soon, and the mischievous imp knew it judging by the look she gave me. She clutched my balls and then went on with her next inspection.

The acquiescent girls were still in their kneeling position. Lucy went to Amanda first, stretched her fingers down the still throbbing flesh of her bottom. A little exquisite torture before she splayed the girl's legs and trailed her tongue along the ridge of the girl's sex. Amanda's head shot upright with the sensation. I do not know whether she knew that a woman so beautiful would do that to her - the common belief is that lesbians are ugly girls who like to dress in suits. I blame some of our more unappealing campus Sapphos for such a rebarbative notion. Lucy doesn't limit herself to the pleasures of Lesbos, however, the girl really is in sexual terms, a good sport.