Chelsea\'s F. N. P. C.

CHELSEA’S  F. N. P. C.

By. Charles E. Campbell

CHAPTER 3

THE RETREAT

   It was exactly three weeks after Shaina’s induction into the F. N. P. C. That Chelsea began instituting drastic changes in our group. She had told me that for about two months before this that she had felt an urgent need to instill in “Her girls” a greater sense of dedication to the group. She would require a deeper level of commitment from us as well. Chelsea came to the conclusion that the best way to achieve these goals would be by expanding our rituals and by exacting additional rules. 

   The first new rule She instituted was that we were all now required to wear skirts or dresses to school Mondays through Thursday, and the shorter the better. We were to wear the shortest skirts our parents would allow.  We all knew, without being told, that this would also mean no underwear too. Bras would be acceptable, but panties and thongs were out. Fridays we could dress as we pleased; sweats, jeans, whatever. No skirts or dresses though on Fridays.

   The second new rule was that each of us was required to flash our pussy at someone during one of the four days we were dressed in a skirt or dress. We were required to keep a log of when, where, and who we flashed, as well as how that person reacted to it. We were not allowed to flash the same person more than once in any month.

   A third rule was also instituted, but it only applied to those of us who were on the Varsity Swim Team. From now on, we would be denied any degree of modesty in the locker room. No wrapping ourselves in towels to get to and from the showers. We were expected to show off our shaved pussies whenever we were changing. If anyone was to ask us why we were bald, or ask about our labial ring, we could answer in any way we chose, but we were never to tell about the F. N. P. C.

   A fourth rule Chelsea decreed was that we were all to be naked the entire evening at our weekly gatherings at her house. We could enter the house clothed, but we had to now strip in the vestibule as soon as we shut the front door.

   Chelsea also added a new “sacrament” to our ritual; in Her bedroom. After fingering each member and ourselves in the silnet pledge, Chelsea would take her place in the center of the circle. It was my responsibility to kneel before Her, holding a very expensive crystal wine decanter. Chelsea would then spread Her legs while I placed the decanter up under Her skirt, positioning it right against Her pussy. She would then urinate into the decanter. Each Friday afternoon She would make a point of drinking a lot of water during dinner to insure that there would be an ample amount of urine in the decanter. 

    When She was empty, Chelsea would nod to me, I would then remove the decanter and hand the golden offering to the youngest of the girls. Once the elixir was safe, I got under Her skirt and lick the Divine Pussy clean, savoring the honor proudly, as I was the sole cult member who was ever allowed to clean up our Priestess.

   Every member of the cult had her own crystal goblet with her name etched into it. Chelsea had ordered them through a we4dding gifts catalogue. I would accept the decanter back and pour some of it’s contents into each girl’s goblet, trying to make sure they all had the same amount. When their glasses were done, I would pour the remainder of the decanter into my own goblet and return to my place in the circle. All of this took place in total silence. Never was a word spoken, all eyes on the rite as it unfolded.

   “I share with you all, My disciples, the elixir that flows freely from between the folds. My water is your sacrament. Take and drink this liquid to sustain you and hold you fast in worship to the Naked Pussy.” Saying this, Chelsea would lift Her skirt, exposing Herself to us. We would hold our glasses high, looking freely from the Divine Pussy to our upheld golden offering. I would give a signal, and together as one, we would all drink down Chelsea’s urine as quickly as possible, ever vigilant never to spill even the slightest drop.

   Chelsea had, of course been right. It wasn’t very long before Her new rules and ritual alterations started to have the desired effect on us all. She saw it manifested in a variety of different ways.

   The talks we always had while we ate dinner rarely dealt with school gossip any more. The

topics now centered around our individual deeper commitment to the group. We all abstained from masturbation during the week, only doing it on Friday nights when we were assembled. Our weekly TorD sessions were much edgier now. Testing each other’s resolve and fortitude. Seeing if each of us felt a strong enough dedication to us all to perform any task, bare our soul for the greater good of the clan.

   One Friday night, Anastasia accepted a dare from me. I dared her to masturbate at home, and she was to make sure her eight year old sister caught her doing it. She had to make she she was as exposed as possible, and she was to prolong the experience for a minimum of ten minutes. How she delt with her sister later was to be her problem.

   Blair accepted a truth from my sister Shaina in which she was asked if she had ever tasted her own menses, and if she had, she was to tell us everything about it.

   Blair was completely mortified by the question. None of us knew that she had done this. No one! But Blair felt strongly that these TorD’s made the bonds between us all the stronger. Fortifying the group. So she stood up, and proudly looked right into Chelsea’s eyes as she answered, “Yes. I have!

   “I can’t honestly remember when it was, but it was during the past year. I was changing my tampon, and some blood smeared on my finger. Without even thinking, kinda like it was a small scratch, I put my finger in my mouth and sucked it clean.

   “Just as fast as I had put it in my mouth, I pulled it out when I realized what it was I was tasting. But then a strange feeling came over me. I started to think of where the blood had come from, and so I dipped my pledging finger into my pussy and swirled it around before pulling it out. I looked at my finger all covered ion blood, and then I closed my eyes and tasted my blood again. I just kept doing it. Over and over again. Many times, until my lips were covered in my blood, and the taste was overpowering.

   “Every month, I perform this same ritual now.”

    Even Chelsea was stunned. In awe of this soul baring revelation. Her fertile minds started planning on incorporating this into our group’s weekly ritual as well.

   After that, I accepted a dare from Lauren. I had to order meals for everyone at the McDonald’s drive through, and I was to be naked. All of the girls piled into my mom’s mini van. They were all dressed. They all made sure their orders were as complicated as possible, insuring that it would get screwed up. As we got the bags of food, they made me check each one while some pimply faced loser ogled me with his mouth hanging open. When everyone was satisfied with their order, I was allowed to pul away. 

   Shaina took a dare from Anastasia that she had to streak through the Home Depot. She had to go through the whole store, staring in the far back corner and coming out the front. Anastasia did cut her a little slack in that she was allowed to run. She didn’t have to walk through the store. We all went to the store with her. Lauren went to the rear of the store with her. Shaina got out of her clothes as fast as she could when she thought all was clear, and handed her things to Lauren. She started running right up the aisle as fast as she could, her bare feet slapping on the hard concrete floor. It was a Friday night, so the store wasn’t too congested. At least not like it would have been on s Saturday morning!. But still, at least thirty or forty people saw a naked teen flash them by. Three of the store’s associate tried to catch her, but she dodged between them near a narrow display and headed for the parking lot and the safety of our mini van.

   That same night, Chelsea made a scared vow to us all. She told us that She would never allow any part of a male into contact with Her Naked Pussy. She said that the Naked Pussy was the essence female. Therefore, the male was unworthy. This didn’t just mean penetration by a penis. It meant no fingering, and no male’s mouth or tongue would ever be allowed. Only another female could share in the worship of the labial folds and be part of the secrets they held, because only a female could truly comprehend the depth of the offering.

   Chelsea was constantly looking for new and better ways to extend her control of “Her girls.” Looking for ways to increase our devotion to Her, and at the same time bring us all even closer together. One of the things she felt was most lacking was our time spent together. Friday nights for four hours worked well in the infancy of the F. N. P. C., but a week was a long time between group meetings. Even extending Her dominance over us with Her dress code and flashing wasn’t enough. It was time for something more.

   My parents had a summer cabin up in the woods of southern New Hampshire. It belonged to my mom’s parents originally. My mother spent all of her summers there as she grew up. Swimming and fishing in the big pond, exploring the heavily wooded twenty-five acres and camping out under the stars with her siblings and their friends. Chelsea made the decision that we would all go on a weekend retreat. We could all leave together right after school on a Friday. I could drive us all up. We would have Friday night, all day Saturday, Sunday morning, and we could still get home early enough on Sunday evening to tackle our homework.

   Chelsea came to me first with her plan, and told me to talk to my parents about it. I had to figure out a way to sell the idea to them that six girls up there alone, no adults, would be okay. I really didn’t believe it would be very hard to get permission from my parents, because my mother had often told Shaina and me about the times she went up to the cabin without her parents, both with friends and even alone a few times. It turned out that my mother was comfortable with the idea, but my father took a bit of convincing. He said he wasn’t concerned about me, but Shaina was younger and he was worried about her. Mom helped me convince him that Shaina knew the land rally well, and that the six of us would stay together the whole weekend. We weren’t even going to leave the property except when we were coming home. He acquiesced, after exacting promises from both of us that we would call on our cell phones when we arrived, when we were leaving, and each morning and night. Shaina and I both agreed to his demands.

   At the next meeting of the group, after we played our game of TorD, Chelsea announced her plans for the upcoming F. N. P. C. Retreat. She told us all where we would be going, how we would get there, and that each member would have to be in attendance. If even one member couldn’t go, then the whole group wouldn’t go. The folds of the circle could not be broken. She told us that we should pack a suitcase with clothes, pajamas, swim suits, toiletries, and the like. We needed sleeping nags as well. She added that the pajamas and clothes were only being packed to quell any possible suspicions our parents might have. The cult would be naked 24/7 for the entire weekend. No modesty. No privacy.

   Blair was the only girl whose mother didn’t want to allow her to go. She told her daughter that she just wasn’t comfortable with her being so far away, and without any parental supervision. No matter how hard she tried, Blair wasn’t able to get her mother to budge from her position. With tears in her eyes, Blair called Chelsea the Wednesday night before we were scheduled to leave and told her that she wasn’t allowed to go. Chelsea calmed her down, and was able to find out what her mother’s problems were. “I’ll take care of it, Blair,” Chelsea reassured her follower. “Give me five minutes, then call me bac.”

   Chelsea hung up the phone and quickly dialed me on her speed dial. “Hanna,” Chelsea started without pause, “Blair’s mother won’t let her go. She’s afraid we can’t take care of ourselves alone. I want Blair’s mom to talk with your mom. Maybe she’d be able to convince her, okay?”

   “Sure, Chelsea,” I said. “She’s in the kitchen helping Shaina with her science project. I’ll ask her to call Blair’s mom.”

   “No, Hanna,” she blurted in, “I’ll tell Blair to have her mother call your mom. I think that would be better.”

   “Okay.”

   Chelsea called Blair right back and told her to ask her mother to cal my mom. Blair agreed, of course, and went to her mother, pleading with her to at least call and talk with one of the other moms. She agreed and called as Blair stood next to her.

   “Sharon,” Blair’s mom asked?

   “Yes, Jeanne. How are you?”

   “I’m fine thanks, and you?”

   “I’m fine, too. What can I do for you?”

   “Well, Blair asked me to call you. You see, I’m really not too keen on this plan the girls have come up with for the weekend. Blair had been begging me about letting her go up to your summer place with her girlfriends, but I’m just not too comfortable with it. Six girls alone in the woods?”

   “Jeanne, I understand your feelings. I really do. And I respect them. Not many parents have the ability to say no to their kids anymore. But I would like to share a few things with you, okay?”

   “Of course, Sharon. I guess that’s why I called. I mean, I don’t want to be a prude or something about it....”

   “I know. I know.

   “Listen. We’ve been going up to the cabin with Hanna and Shaina since they were infants. I’ve been going up there since I was little as well.

    “The cabin is located only four miles from the village of Canfield, and Hanna knows most of the residents and they know her. I’ve already called and told some of them that the girls will be up there. They’ll check in on them from time to time. Hanna and Shaina both know all about water safety. They’re both certified lifeguards with CPR training. They know how to use the wood stove for cooking and heat if need be. We have Coleman lanterns which both girls know how to use. There is no electricity up there, no running water, no phones, but all the kids have cell phones, and the reception at the cabin is really good. They just put in a new tower a few miles east of the town.

   “The decision is yours, of course, Jeanne. But the kids are probably more safe up there alone for the weekend than they would be at the mall.”

   “Thanks, Sharon. I appreciate your candor. I don’t know what I’ll decide, but I do feel so much better getting another mom’s perspectives.”

   “You’re welcome. G’night.”

   Blair stood a few feet from her mother throughout the conversation, trying to read her mother’s facial expressions for clues. “Blair,” her mother said, “I’m going to be honest with you. I am still not comfortable with this idea at all, and I do not think you should go. But,” and she held up her hand to stop Blair’s interrupting, “but I will think it over tonight and talk with your father about it some more. I’ll give you my answer in the morning. That’s the best I ca do.”

   Blair gave her mother a big hug saying, “Thanks, Mom. I love you.” Then, breaking the embrace, she scurried off to her room for privacy so she could call her Priestess to inform here of what had happened.

   Over breakfast the next morning, Blair was exceptionally quiet. Everything she held dear hung on the balance of the next few minutes, so she didn’t want to seem too anxious.

   “I guess you’re waiting for me,” Blair’s mom said seemingly out of nowhere. “I spoke with your father again last night at great length. He even called Mrs. Morris after you went to bed and spoke with her at great length as well.

   “You father sees nothing wrong in allowing you to go. He is confident in your maturity and feels you will act responsibly. I am not of the same mind, however. Six young girls alone in the woods for a weekend just does not sit right with me.

   “However, being that I seem to be the only parent who feels that way, I have decided to let you go.” Blair sprang from her seat to hug her. “But,” she continued emphatically, “I do not want to be disappointed at my decision, young lady! I expect regular phone calls. Do not, I repeat, do not make me call you! Do you understand?”

   “Yes, Mom! Yes. I promise I will. Don’t worry. I’ll show you how grown up I am. I promise!”

   Blair bolted out the door and ran to the corner to catch the school bus, bursting at the seams to tell her “Sisters” that she could go. That “They” could go.

   Early Friday morning, I kissed my Mom goodbye, and reassured her that I would watch over the girls during the weekend. I checked to make sure she had all of our cell phone numbers entered into her speed dial too. Shaina put both of our bags in the Pacifica, and we were off to pick up the rest of the clan at their houses and stow their luggage. Chelsea lived the closest to us, so naturally we swung by her house first. She had no pretenses of luggage, just a back pack was all she brought with her. As Shaina lifted it into the bag of the van, she was surprised by how heavy it was. Also, their were odd metallic noises coming from it as she set it down in the back.

   We got Lauren and Blair next, and I showed the list of emergency numbers I stored in my cell phone to Blair’s Mom. Anastasia was last, and we even made it to school on time, with the promise that we would meet again at the car right after school let out.

   The trip up to New Hampshire was uneventful. After much animated talk about the weekend alone together, Chelsea drifted off to sleep, while Shaina and Anastasia listened to their I-Pods. Lauren and Blair chatted quietly. I drove very conservatively, not wanting to attract any attention to the van and it’s six young female passengers.

   Other than a quick pit stop, we only stopped when we arrived in Canfield. We all got out of the van to stretch our legs at Petersen’s General Store and pick up some food. Perishables mostly. Milk, eggs, butter, bread. Typical items. My mother had put together two large boxes with cereals, canned soups, bottled water, soda, toilet paper, and the like which was in the van.

   Mr. Howard, the owner of Petersen’s asked me some questions about our plans. He had been told to expect us and said that we should feel free to call him if we needed anything. He gave me his home phone number as well as the one for the store just to “be sure,” he said. I thanked him for his kindness and we drove off for the cabin.

   As I pulled off the two lane county highway onto the private dirt road that winds up the hill to the cabin, Chelsea told me to stop the van. The trees that surrounded the rutted road were dense and close to the road. I stopped right when She told me. Chelsea ordered us all out of the van and said, “Stand in Processional order!” None of us spoke as we obeyed Her orders. “Strip yourselves!”

   We did as She commanded and then resumed our positions in order. Naked.

   “There will be total nakedness from this point until we get back into the van for the trip back home. No clothes at all, not even shoes will be allowed. If anyone from the town comes to check up on us, you will have to hide, and I will deal with it.

   “Shaina, get My bag,” She ordered.

   Shaina broke rank and went to the back of the van to retrieve the heavy back pack. Returning with it, she placed it at Chelsea’s feet and resumed her place in the line. Chelsea squatted down and unzipped the bag, pulling out a stout length of iron chain, with steel shackles welded to it every three feet. She laid the chain on the ground along the left side of our line and proceeded to lock a shackle on the left ankle of each of us, starting with Anastasia, and ending with me. She picked up her back pack, which was considerably lighter now, and said, “You are to walk to the cabin, in total silence. Not a word is to be spoken. I want you all to think about the purpose of our Retreat, how it can be meaningful for you, and therefore for us all. Reflect on the folds, the Naked Pussy, of it’s hidden meanings, and our joy for being allowed to worship it.”

   Chelsea got into the van and drove up the road. Looking back in the rearview mirror, She smiled  as we tried to figure out how to walk together, in step. Working together, as one. Heading to the cabin to further tighten our bonds, welding us together in the sacred Folds.

   It took us better than twenty minutes to make our fettered way up the old dirt road to the cabin. Small rocks and stones attacked the soft soles of our feet as we made the climb. Arriving at the cabin, we found Chelsea waiting for us. To our collective amazement, she was topless, her small breasts standing our proud from her chest. Her long golden hair was hanging free, gently moving in the light evening breeze. She was wearing a soft diaphanous ivory peasant skirt very low on her hips, at least six inches below her navel. Leather thong sandals protected Her feet from the rough ground.

   We stopped our march in front of our Priestess ands awaited her commands. We were all quite out of breath from the strain of the walk and were breathing heavily. We were bathed in a lustrous sheen of sweat in the now dying light.

   Chelsea tossed the key to the shackles to Anastasia and told her to remove our chain. Once free, we all looked back to Chelsea for direction.

   “As I stated earlier, none of you shall be clothed this weekend for the retreat. Additionally, no one will be allowed to bathe our wipe yourself after your toilet. No deodorant, perfume, or bug repellants as well. The fragrances adorning us will only be those provided by Mother Nature herself.

   “Hanna,” She said, looking directly at me. “You and Sister Shaina will prepare the cabin. Start up the stove, adjust the lights, open the windows, and any other things like that. Lauren and Blair, the two of you shall prepare our evening meal. And Sister Anastasia, you will set the table for us.”

   We broke formation and set off on our appointed tasks. After we had gone, Chelsea pulled a small dark blue velvet jewelry case from the pocket of her skirt. She removed a large sterling silver ring. Gazing at it for a few moments, She kissed it, and turning her back to the cabin, She inserted the ring deep in Her vagina.

   We had all assumed our places at the table for dinner, with Chelsea seated at the head. I was to her right. Before eating, Chelsea caught my eye, and moved my eyes with Hers to an empty crystal decanter in the middle of the table. Taking my cue from Her, I picked up the decanter and knelt beside Her as She stood up. Reaching under Her skirt, I held the decanter while She emptied Her bladder into it. The vile odor began to fill my nostrils immediately.  Unbeknownst to the group, Chelsea had avoided drinking anything for the past eight hours, making Her urine highly concentrated and such a deep shade of yellow that it almost appeared to be orange. I licked my Priestess clean, and then poured out the elixir for all to share.

   “I offer a toast,” Chelsea began, raising Her glass of pure bottled spring water, “To the Sisters of the Folds of the Naked Pussy Cult.” She drank Her glass down in one big gulp, defying us to follow suit. We all did the same, fighting waves of nausea from the horrible combination of the rank smell and the bitter acrid taste.

   With dinner over, we all waited while Blair and Lauren cleaned up the table, then, in Processional order we headed for the edge of the pond to form our circle, and formally open the retreat. We performed our finger pledge, and for the first time, we were all fully aware of the smells that originated deep within our Pussies. None of us had showered since before we left that morning for school, and we were sticky still from the sweaty trek up the road.

   The pledge taken, Chelsea officially declared the retreat open. “I wish to inform you all that I am naming Sister Hanna as My Mouth Maiden,” She began. Among her duties will be the care and maintenance of the Priestess’ Pussy. Included in this is shaving, cleaning, menstrual care, and oral worship. From this day forward, no one is worthy of oral worship of the divine Pussy, except the Mouth Maiden. All of you will partake of worship only through the Pussy of the Mouth Maiden, and you are all hereby required to worship her Pussy twice weekly.

   Secondly, from this day forward, whenever one of us is menstruating, we will part the Folds and partake of that sacred wellspring as well.

   Chelsea paused a few seconds to check the reactions of Her followers to Her decrees. Seeing none, She turned Her back on the assemblage and lifted Her skirt to retrieve the ring. Holding the ring up high to the starlit night sky, she intoned, “ I give you the sacred ring of the F. N. P. C. This ring will be consecrated tonight, and from this night forth, it will be a symbol of the power and divinity of the Naked Folds. Only those who know and accept it’s true meaning may share in it’s keys to the locks and secrets of divine wisdom.”

   Chelsea passed the ring to me to look at. Instantly I recognized the design it bore. The intricate folds in silver spreading open to reveal the open female vulva. Lovingly, I kissed the ring before dipping it deep into my own Pussy. I swirled it around inside me, coating it in my wetness, and handed it to Blair, who repeated the ritual. It was then passed to Lauren, then Shaina, and finally to  Anastasia. The ring was baptized in the female well of each Sister of the Folds. Then, and only then, after the ring had been adoringly kissed and had traveled deeply into each of our Pussies, did Chelsea place it on the middle finger of Her right hand. Holding up for us to see, She recited, “Bow to the Ring, then worship My Pussy.”

   We all dropped to the grass covered ground by the pond and pressed our faces to it. After an appropriate time passed, the Sisters, in processional order worshiped my Pussy. Always bringing me to the brink of orgasm, but never taking me over the edge.

   When each of them had worshiped my Pussy, I climbed under Chelsea’s skirt and worshiped the divine Pussy. Kissing and licking, tasting the free flowing wetness that emanated from the sacred well. As Her release neared, Chelsea pointed to Shaina and then to my open Pussy. Knowing what was expected, Shaina knelt between my open thighs and started lapping at the sopping wet Pussy. Chelsea and I both climaxed in unison, our moans echoing across the starlit pond. The retreat had begun.

   The sunlight poured through the open window of the room Chelsea and I shared. Chelsea slept in the double bed my parents always use, while I slept of the floor at the foot of the bed. Ready, if and whenever my Priestess needed me. The rest of the girls all slept on the floor in the main room. Lauren and Blair slept in each other’s arms.

   Chelsea got up quietly and put on her peasant skirt. She pulled a skimpy top of a string bikini out of her bag and covered her small breasts with it. Quietly, she padded past the sleeping girls and went to the kitchen, where she poured herself a large glass of ice cold orange juice, which she took with her out onto the front porch. Lowering herself into one the  Adirondack chairs, she took in the spectacle of the new day. Sunlight playing across the tops of the white pines, and igniting the tiny gentle ripples on the pond. An already warm breeze was hinting that the day promised to be hot.

   In the distance, Chelsea could hear the faint, but unmistakable sound of an approaching car. She turned her eyes in the direction of the sound, and saw an old beat up Jeep Wrangler cresting the hill and heading toward the cabin. She waited a few moments before standing up and coming down off the porch in her bare feet to greet the driver. A magnetic sign on the driver’s door identified the car with advertising for Petersen’s General Store. Mr. Howard, the owner was behind the wheel.

   “G’morning young lady,” he called out cheerily from his open window.

   “Good morning, Sir,” she called back, as he got closer.

   “Mrs. Morris asked me to check in on you girls to see if evrythin’s alright.”

   “Thank you for your concern, Mr. Howard. We’re fine. The girls are still sleeping. We all got to bed late last night, so they’re all still sleeping in.”

   Chelsea caught him trying not to stare at her exposed midriff and tiny top as he talked to her. “Anythin’ you’ll be needin’,” he queried, trying to look past Chelsea and catch a glimpse of the rest of us.

   “No, but thank you. We’re fine.  We’ll call you if we have a problem. Promise.”

   “Well,......okay then. I’ll be headin’ to the store. Bye.” Mr. Howard pout the Jeep in gear and started to pull away. Chelsea saw him look back at her in his rearview mirror for one last peek, as she waved.

   When the car was out of sight, Shaina and I, both naked, came out of the cabin and stood on either side of Chelsea. She looked at her two naked followers and grinned.

   After the Cult had finished breakfast, and Lauren and Blair had cleaned up the kitchen, Chelsea had us all assemble on the small dock at the edge of the pond. Chelsea still wore her bikini top along with her white peasant skirt. We had just completed our pledge, and had all imbibed in Chelsea’s golden waters. Chelsea held a black silk bag in Her hand, which she raised up so we all could see it, and wonder what it might contain.

   “I have a gift for each of you. It’s a small token that is to serve as a remembrance of our Retreat together.” She reached into the bag and removed a dark wooden statuette, about six inches tall, and three inches in diameter at it’s widest point. “This is an ancient Polynesian Fertility Goddess,” She continued. “It represents the reproductive mysteries of the female.”

   She handed the first statuette to me, and then, one at a time, She presented an identical one to the rest of the girls. Everyone was looking at theirs, feeling the smoothly sanded oiled wood, and examining the intricate hand carved details in each.

   The goddess represented had sharp pointed breasts that jutted straight out for the body, capped by pencil point nipples. The bloated belly was clearly that of a pregnant woman, very close to giving birth. The legs were folded at the knees, exposing a vagina that was dilated. The labia was painstakingly detailed.

   “Hanna, I want you to instruct the girls on the proper method of consecrating their gifts.”

   Stepping into the middle of the circle, I said, “I want each of you to stand with your legs spread apart.” I watched them all do as I ordered, feeling proud in the control Chelsea was giving me over the rest of the girls. “Now, I want you to insert your statue into your Pussy, as deep as you can.” Again I watched as the girls slid the dry wood up into themselves. “Deeper, Lauren. C’mon Blair, push it up in there. That’s it.

   “Now, rub your clit.”

   The girls all started masturbating with the hard wooden statute filling them. I did the same as I watched each one in turn, making sure that none of them came. Shaina looked to me to be just about ready to explode, so I called out, “Stop!”

   “Remove your statue, and pass it to the girl on your right. That’s good. Now, push that statue into your pussy. Very good, now rub yourself again.”

   I continued this sequence until the statues had made it around the circle, and each of us had shared her gift with each one’s pussy. Finally, I had them re-insert their statues into themselves, and masturbate until they all came. Myself included.

   After the blessing of the stautes, Chelsea called for Anasatasia to follow her. She told the rest of us to remain where we were and to wait until we were called for. “No talking,” She admonished us as she walked away.

   Anastasia followed her Priestess from the pond to the back of the cabin, where the old picnic table sat out in the bright sunlight. “Get up on the table and lie on your back, Anastasia,” She commanded.

   “Yes, Chelsea,” she replied. She climbed up on the old splintered table top.

   “Bend your knees and bring your feet up to your butt,” She ordered. When Anastasia’s legs were pulled back tight, Chelsea strapped a leather belt around each leg, around the thigh and calf, about five inches up from the knee. Efficiently keeping the legs up and apart, and her Pussy exposed.

   In this position, Anastasia wasn’t able to see what her Priestess was doing, but she did hear the metallic sound of something being put on the table between her open legs. Then she felt something pressing against the sacred opening at the juncture of her legs. A moment later, she heard an electric motor start to whir, and something invaded her opening. In and out. In and out. Not very fast, and not too deep. Just a relentless and steady assault.

   “I will return in a little while, Sister Anastasia. Please feel free to cum at anytime if the urge should overtake you.”

   Saying that, Chelsea left her there, alone, and went to the front of the cabin. She waved to her disciples to come to Her. In strict processional order, we processed across the grass to her. She then lead us to the back of the cabin, where we were met by the spectacle of Anastasia being raped by the dildo on the motor.

   “Gather ‘round your Sister, My ladies, and watch as her sweet folds caress and envelope the phallus as it enters and exits her sacred hole. Watch as her lips milk the phallus, both giving and receiving pleasure at the same time.”

   We all stood around the table and watched as Anastasia was fucked by the relentless machine. For better than thirty minutes. She came multiple times as the mechanized rape continued unabated. Chelsea saw that Anastasia’s strength was ebbing from her as her juices flowed from her and coated the dildo, creating a puddle on the table top. Anastasia had been rendered unable to even react to her orgasms, other than to shake a little with each one.

   “Hanna,” Chelsea ordered me. “Unbind Sister Anastasia and replace her with a Sister of your choosing.”

   “Yes, my Priestess.”

   I turned off the machine and tried to gently slide the dildo from between her red and swollen lips I undid the two belts and motioned from Blair and Lauren to help the feable girl off the table.

   “Sister Blair,” I announced. “On the table if you please.”

   I strapped Blair’s legs as Anastasia’s had been and hooked her up to the machine. I didn’t change or clean the dildo, so Anastasia’s lubricant helped to make it slide right into Blair’s tight little hole. Chelsea reached over and turned on the motor, and then she sped up the R.P.M.’s, increasing the number of penetrations per minutes.

   We all watched, amazed, as Blair’s thick lips seemed to inhale and exhale the rubber cock. Her inner lips are uncommonly large, and they would fan out as the dildo withdrew from her, and they were pulled in on the thrusts. Blair came, over and over again. Better than fifteen times, before she was reduced to a whimpering drooling heap, not responding at all to the battering between her legs.

   Before we went back into the cabin for lunch, each girl in turn had been made to withstand  the mechanical rape. I was last, and being of a higher stature as Mouth Maiden to the Priestess, I was made to endure the machine’s cold heartless assault for an entire hour. Everyone stood and watched the whole time. I could barely walk when my ordeal was completed, and I was stiff and sore for three days after.

   After lunch, we were al allowed an hour of private time to do with as we each wanted. We could nap, call home, read, wander the grounds, or anything else. We had to assemble on the dock at precisely 2:00. I chose to sleep, as I was throughly drained after the machine had done it’s work in me.

   We reconvened the conclave on the dock at 2:00 and waited for our Priestess. Chelsea arrived a few minutes after us, with a backpack. She set the backpack down on the grass by the edge of the pond

   “Renew your vows,” she said. We performed our pledge and looked to Her for direction.

   Chelsea removed her bikini top and let us all stare at her small chest as she stood at the edge of the dock. She kept the peasant skirt on, so her Pussy and legs were still hidden somewhat under the light airt material.

   “You all know first hand of the sweet delights and soul reaching pleasures provided by the folds and lips of the sacred hole.

   “But the body feminine is not just about pleasure, My Sisters. It is also about pain. Real pain. Enduring it. Accepting it. Cherishing it. Embracing it. In the exact same way that we would pleasure. The two are forever joined together as one. Balanced. In total harmony. Giving and receiving. The Yin and the Yang. It is of utmost importance that we experience both of these side of the Naked Pussy. The realm of pain as well as the realm of pleasure.

   “You will all remain here until I send for you. In silence. I want you to meditate on the words I have shared with you. Try and see their deepest meanings.

   “Sister Hanna, take My  backpack and come with Me.”

   “Yes, Priestess,” I answered, trailing behind her.

   We didn’t head towards the cabin, but instead, we walked the distance across the filed and into the woods. There was no path there, so the going was slow through the trees and rocks, dead trees and leaves.

   We had walked a few hundred yards into the woods, when Chelsea abruptly stopped and turned to face me. She looked me in straight in the eyes for a long moment, before saying, “Open the back pack and take out the things you’ll find.”

   I opened it up and took out several length of stout rope as well as a pair of heavy black leather padded wrist and ankle cuffs. I looked from the cuffs to Chelsea, completely dumbfounded about what I held in my hands, and not understanding what was going on.

   “Please place the cuff on my wrists and ankles. Make sure you buckle them tightly. They must not pull off, no matter what.” Chelsea stepped out of her peasant skirt and let it gather on the ground at her bare feet. 

   I followed her orders, making sure they were buckled as tightly as possible.

   “Now I want you to tie a length of rope to each cuff. Make sure of your knots. They must not slip or pull out.”

   I tied a piece of rope to the ring in each cuff. I made sure of my knots, checking them several times each to see that they were secure.

   “Throw the two ropes from My wrists over that branch,” She said, pointing to a thick branch about eight feet over our heads. “Then tie them off to another tree.”

   Looking up, I saw the thick limb. It was easy to lob the two ropes over it. After I had tied the ropes off on a nearby tree, I looked to Chelsea for more direction, still bewildered about what we were doing.

   “Now you have to do My feet. One at a time. Pull the ropes tight. I have to be suspended high off the ground.”

   She saw the fear in my eyes, and said, “It okay, Hanna. Really. It’s okay. This is something I must do, for all of the girls and for the Cult as well. Please. Just do as I tell you, please.”

   I picked up the rope that was tied to Her left ankle and threw it over a branch on different tree. As I pulled the rope tight, Chelsea lost her balance and hopped around on the ball of her right foot trying to stay upright. I tied off that rope and then took the last one a threw it over a branch. As I pulled on it, Chelsea’s feet left the ground, and She was hanging suspended by her wrists and ankles, almost four feet off the ground.

   The way I had pulled and fastened the ropes to Her ankles had caused Chelsea’s Pussy to be pulled into an obscenely gaping hole, viable to anyone who came upon Her in the woods. I bent over and kissed the wet clit that had been forced from it’s burrow by the spread legs. I slid my tongue back and forth, extracting a soft moan from Chelsea. Chelsea told me what She wanted from me, how it was to be done.  What She expected. She saw the reluctance, and added, “Endure this with grace and composure and I will pleasure you Myself. With all of the Sisters as witnesses.”

   I left Hr there, hanging from Her bonds, and returned to the pond and the Sisters. I lead them all back to the place in the woods where our Priestess was. Single file. I took my time doing it. Low and deliberate steps, full of the knowledge of what would greet them all.

   As we neared the naked and suspended form of our Priestess, shock and lack of comprehension registered on all of their face. Not only was Chelsea naked before them, but Her Pussy was fully exposed. Displayed. Open in Her bondage.

   “Kneel before the Naked Pussy, which has been opened as an offering to us all!” I ordered forcefully. The girls all fell to their knees, but not a one looked away from the sight of the glistening slit.

   “As our Priestess has told us, Sisters, the Naked Pussy is the source of both pleasure and pain. It brings all things into balance and harmony.

   “Pay close attention, for I am about to demonstrate to you all the one true and acceptable way to worship the Naked Folds.” I scanned the kneeling girls, making sure I had their ful attention, and then I knelt between Chelsea’s splayed legs and began to pleasure Her. In a matter of a few seconds, Chelsea was thirsting and moaning in ecstasy to the flood of sensations emanating from Her very core. Abruptly, I ceased my oral ministrations. I stood up, licking Her taste from my lips. All eyes were upon me now as I went to the back pack and removed a soft brown leather belt. I made sure they were all looking at the belt, bewildered, and then I went back and stood before the open Pussy.

   I doubled the belt up and looked long and hard at the object of our affection. And then I brought the belt down upon it. Hard. Striking Chelsea directly on Her mound and clit. Her response was stoic. Gritting Her teeth, She pulled hard at the restraints, but uttered not a sound.

I waited, allowing the pain to ebb, and then I struck Her again, and again. A total of five lashes on the Sacred Pussy. Tears fell from Her eyes, but She still held fast, and made no sound. Her Pussy was bright red, and the delicate lips were beginning to swell from the harsh abuse.

   “Anastasia,” I said, shattering the silence, “Come and worship the Divine Pussy as I have instructed you.”

   I guided Anastasia down to her knees between Chelsea’s legs and pushed her head forward, to lick and suck the red hot Folds. Keeping a watchful eye on Chelsea to prevent an unwanted climax, I pulled Anastasia away at just the right high point and handed the belt to her. Fear consumed the sixteen year old as the thought of whipping her friend’s Pussy frightened her. Nevertheless, she brought the belt down on the open lips with such strength that she forced a loud grunt to escape through Chelsea’s tightly gritting teeth, and She twisted violently in Her bonds. Anastasia jumped back, recoiling from the sound the impact made as it reverberated in the woods. Her eyes searched out mine for some sign of deliverance from this terrible task she had to undertake. All I gave her was a smile and a nod to continue.

   The next stroke was way wide and high of the target, landing just below Chelsea’s belly button. It brought a dark pink rectangular welt to the soft tender lower belly skin on impact, and a cry from Chelsea. Anastasia didn’t wait on her last three strokes, instead, they rained in hard and fast, in quick succession. All of Chelsea’s valiant attempts at maintained Her resolve were gone, and She was screaming in pain. Tears poured freely from Her eyes as Her head thrashed about wildly in agony.

   I waited until Chelsea had stopped screaming, and then I beckoned Shaina to perform her worship. Then Lauren, and lastly Blair and the worship was complete. By the time the tortuous ordeal had ended, Chelsea was a mass of swollen red welts, from Her thighs to Her mid stomach. The lips of Her pussy were puffed and tender. A wet patch on the soft leafy ground beneath Her bore witness to the fact that She had lost bladder control during the worship of her Divine Pussy.

   I gently untied the ropes of Chelsea’s ankles and then Her arms, as all the Sisters helped Her to regain Her footing. Chelsea pushed us all away, and ordered us all to lay down on the ground on our backs, with our legs spread open. She then proceeded to worship each Disciple’s Pussy, one after the other, in processional order, brining each Sister to a climax.

   When She got top me, Chelsea ordered the Sisters to cuff me and suspended me from a tree as She had been. I was petrified that She was going to make me endure what She had, and the fear that it gave me was unlike anything I had ever felt before, or even since. But, instead, Chelsea knelt between my legs and gave oral ministrations to my spread Pussy. Slowly. Deliberately. She built me to a crescendo until I screamed out in the most intense orgasm I had ever had coursed through me in tidal waves of      pleasure, racking my body quite literally from head to toe.

   Shaina and Anastasia released me from the suspension, and we fell into Processional order behind our Priestess for the walk back to the cabin to prepare dinner. Many of the Sisters called home to ease their parent’s worries and give false reports about what they had been doing up here. Chelsea and I disappeared into the bedroom and I applied a soothing lotion to Her angry welts and swollen labia.

   Just as we were all seated and about to start dinner, we heard the sound of a car approaching, so

everyone, except Chelsea, slipped from the room and hid outside, behind the cabin. Chelsea, once again dressed in her bikini top and peasant skirt, went to investigate.

   It was just Mr. Howard from the store in town coming to check in on us. The thoughtful gentleman had brought marshmallow, graham crackers and Hershey bars with the thought that we could roast s’mores.

   Chelsea thanked him for his kindness, and reading the quizzical look on his face, added that the girls were all napping before dinner, as we were all worn out from hiking, swimming, and exploring the woods all day.            

   The evening was quiet. Chelsea wanted us all to reflect on what we had done all day. What we had witnessed and how it effected us. Before retiring for the night, Chelsea announced, “You all need to know that, from this day forward, every Friday night, a different one of you will be worshiped as I was today. The method for selecting who is to be worshiped will be explained at the next meeting. You will not be made to endure five strokes from every member. Just three. But you will all learn to accept and even relish the kiss of the whip, as it releases you from all earthly thoughts and needs, as it centers your mind instead on th e origin of your very being.”

   Sunday morning dawned with a dark overcast sky and a wind swept rain. Chelsea had us call our parents to inform them that we would be leaving before lunch, in order to allow for the weather. After we ate breakfast and cleaned up the cabin, we performed our pledge in our circle in the main room. When it was completed, Chelsea stepped to the middle of the circle, naked. She turned and faced me and said, “Sister Hanna.”

   “Yes, Priestess.”

   She held out the wrist and ankle cuffs and said, “Put the cuffs on. You are going to receive true worship.”

   Goosebumps instantly ran up my back and down my arms at the thought of being lashed on my Pussy flashed through my mind. But, strangely, at the same time, I felt inordinate pride, for having been selected for worship.

   I buckled the cuffs on and made sure they were tight. I stood still as Lauren and Blair tied the ropes to the rings in them. “Take her to the table,” Chelsea ordered. “Place her on her back. Each of you will take a rope and pull it tight.”

   I was taken to the table where we had shared our family dinners. I got up on the table on my own, and laid down on my back. Anastasia and Blair took the two ropes tied to my wrists, while Lauren and Shaina took the ones at my ankles. I felt my limbs being pulled apart as the girls started tugging on the ropes, stretching me out on the table. Splaying my legs, opening my sex.

   Chelsea took Her place between my legs and studied the Folds of my labia. Then, kneeling down, she gently started licking and sucking at the hard bud above the sacred portal. Chelsea could read me oh so well, and allowed me to get just to the brink of release, before she pulled back. Abandoning me in frustration.

   Picking up the belt, she doubled it over, and held it up. She made sure I was looking at it. So I would see that which was about to bring me the balance of pleasure and pain. With a slight smile, and with no words of warning, Chelsea slashed the belt across my splayed Pussy. I let out a blood curdling shriek and thrashed about on the table, pulling both Shaina and Anastasia off their feet and into the table, trying to close my legs to the assault. The pain was like nothing I had ever experienced. White hot. Searing. Shutting out all else. Completely centering all thoughts to my Pussy.

   Chelsea put Her hand on my Pussy and lightly rubbed my clit, bringing about the wild contradictions of pleasure and pain. As the pain slowly ebbed and the pleasure intensified, She whipped me again. I pulled so hard against the ropes that time that I pulled all for of my Sisters off their feet and into the table, screaming at the top of my lungs/

   Chelsea glared at the Sisters, disappointed in their inability to hold me fast to the table. The girls all redoubled their efforts as the third cut landed right on my hardened clit. I was reduced to howling like a banshee.

   Ignoring my screams, Chelsea took the rope that Shaina was holding and handed her the belt. Shaina took her cue and knelt at my Pussy. She started to lap at me ever so lightly, almost like a timid kitten. Shaina could feel the heat from the reddening welts on her upper lip as she began to probe me with her tongue. I calmed down quickly to the attention and once again began to revel in the sweet sensations that were building deep inside. That is until Shaina stood up and prepared herself to whip me in that most sensitive of places.

   Each of the Sisters had their three lashes, and then I was untied. They took me to the sofa in the main room, where I curled up in a ball under a blanket. Blair brought me a steaming cup of hot chocolate as Shaina sat and hugged me tightly, gradually comforting me.

   At eleven o’clock we formed our circle for the closing of the retreat. We were told to reflect on the weekend events and what it meant to each of us. All were in accord that we had become an even tighter group after the weekend together, That we had bared ourselves completely, sharing our pain and our pleasure. We had witnessed the true meaning of giving and receiving. We vowed to make the retreat an annual, or better still, a semi-annual event.

   The cabin cleaned, our belongings stowed in the van, Chelsea made us don the shackles and chain to process out as we had come in. She drove the van down the road and waited for us at the end of the drive. We were soaked and our feet were covered in mud by the time we reached the van. Chelsea tossed me the key, and we unlocked ourselves. She allowed us to wash out feet in the culvert along side of the road. The rain was so heavy that no cars came by and saw five naked teens washing their feet.

   The drive home was quiet. I drove. Chelsea sat up front with me. Shaina, Blair, Anastasia, and Lauren were all asleep in the rear seats. Chelsea had turned in Her seat to face me, her back to the passenger door. Placing Her feet up on Her seat, She pulled the hem of Her peasant skirt up to Her waist, exposing Her still red and bruised Pussy. I took my right hand and slowly rubbed Her, making sure to keep my fingers wet in her secret well. Ever so slowly, I brought Her to one orgasm after another as we made our way down the Interstate, returning to our lives, that had been forever changed.