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CHELSEA’S F. N. P. C.
By Charles E. Campbell
CHAPTER 7
THE CULT IS TOLD OF THE CEREMONY
The email from Mistress Ilsa arrived Monday morning, I texted Chelsea, but didn’t open it, knowing Chelsea would want to read it first. She met me at home, after school. My Mom was home, so being naked was out of the question. After a snack Mom insisted on, we headed upstairs to my room. Before we pulled up the email, Chelsea sat on the edge of my bed, and lifted her ever present peasant skirt. “I know we can’t be naked, as we should be, that doesn’t mean you can’t worship the sacred folds, Sister.”
“Yes, Priestess,” I answered her. She parted her legs and I buried my face in her Divine Pussy, pleasuring her as I manipulated the soft nether lips with my tongue. As I sucked on her rock hard little bud, she moaned softly, and came very quickly. I licked my lips, savoring her taste as she stood and dropped her skirt, smoothing it out.
“Let’s read the message,’ she said, sitting down at the computer.
I typed in our password for her, and brought up the account. She took control of the mouyse and opened the email.
“Dear Chelsea, and the Sisters of the F. N. P. C. (It was the first email we ever got from Mistress Ilsa that recognized our Cult.)
“You are all to be at My Connecticut home this Saturday, no later than 10:30 AM in order to prepare for the ceremony. You will all be housed and fed from lunch on Saturday through breakfast on Sunday at My home. All your group will need to bring with them is their own personal toiletries. Whatever clothing your group chooses to wear will be fine, as you will all be naked during the duration of your stay any way. The location of My home will be sent to you Friday night. Plan on a 1 ½ to 2 hour drive to reach the destination.
Mistress Ilsa.”
We both read the message twice, before Cheslea said, “We have to call the Cult together, Hanna, and our Friday meeting will not allow enough time for all the Sisters to make their arrangements.
“Send texts to each Sister and tell them we will meet tomorrow night, at 7:00.”
“Where shall we meet, Priestess,” I asked her.
“Good question. My father is home this week, so my house won’t work. What about here?”
“Both my parents are home, so we can’t meet here either,” I told her.
I could see her mind in gear as she pondered a new location for the gathering. “What about the woods behind the tennis courts at the rec,” I suggested?
She looked at me and smiled, “Great idea, Sister. That would work fine. We could even work in a round of TorD before I explain the ceremony to the sisters.
“Text them all, give them the time and place. Tell them that I’ll pick them all up, between 6:30 and 6:45. I don’t think we should have a bunch of cars parked down there at the rec while we’re all in the woods naked. If someone recognizes one of the cars and comes looking for us.......”
“Okay,” I said, already starting to text all the Sisters. “What about the dog slave, Priestess?”
“No, don’t bother with him. We never told Mistress Ilsa about him, so we don’t have to bring him along. This will just be the Sisters.”
Tuesday evening, Chelsea picked Shaina and me up first. We told our parents we were headed to the rec to play some volleyball. We picked up Anastasia, Blair, and lastly Lauren, before heading down to the rec.
“Where are we going, Priestess,” Lauren asked, when it became apparent we weren’t going to either Chelsea’s house or mine.
“You’ll see, Sister.” Chelsea answered her. “I have a huge surprise for you all tonight, and I want to make the evening special, so we will convene the Cult at a different location.”
We parked by the tennis courts. There were two games in progress. One was a husband and wife and the other was a group of doubles, all women. They paid no attention to us as we got out of Chelsea’s big Land Rover, when they saw we had no tennis equipment with us. Chelsea lead the way down the path that circles the courts and meanders through some tall grass before it disappears into the woods.
“Hanna,” Chelsea called to me, “Stay here for a few minutes to make sure no one follows us. Then you may join us.”
“Yes, Priestess,” I replied.
“Hanna, I want you to stand guard naked,” she added.
“What,” I exclaimed, looking across the grass at the people on the tennis court.
“You heard me. Get undressed and give Shaina your clothes to carry.”
I didn’t reply, as I pulled by t shirt over my head. Unbuttoning my cut-offs I slid them down my legs. Since none of us wear underwear, I was naked, except for my feet. “You may keep your socks and sneakers on, Sister. Stay here ten minutes, then walk down the path to wear the circle will be formed.”
“Yes, Priestess, I said, ducking down in the grass so as not to expose myself.
Chelsea lead the rest of the Cult away, leaving me alone and naked at the edge of the woods. I was so nervous I had a strong urge to pee, so I couched in the grass and relieved myself.
It wasn’t easy staying there alone, or trying to judge the time. I was watching the two tennis games when I saw a van pull up and park next to Chelsea’s car. Two young men got out of it, in their twenties I guessed from where I hid. They started to walk towards the courts, when suddenly, one of them turned and started top jog down the path we had taken through the grass. In a panic, I got on all fours and crawled into the grass in an attempt to hide. I could no longer see the guy, but I heard him walking through the tall grass and into the woods a few feet. I wasn’t more than ten feet from him, so I was able to hear him when he started to pee. I took very deliberate soft breaths and concentrated hard on not moving at all.
When the sound of his pissing stopped, I heard him start back up the path through the grass. I waited until I could no longer hear his walking before crawling back and daring to steal a glance. He was already at the tennis courts by then and was joining up with his friend for a game. I was sure ten minutes had passed, and wasn’t in the mood to stay there alone any longer, so I made my way to the path and into the woods to locate the Cult.
I walked through the woods looking for the Sisters. The path was nonexistent now, so I wasn’t sure if I was going in the right direction. As I passed a thick tree, Anastasia came out from behind it, and said, “This way, Sister Hanna.”
We went climbing over a few large boulders and came out in a small clearing, where the rest of the Sisterhood stood in their Circle, performing the pledge. Anastasia and I joined them, inserting our fingers into the pussy of the girl to our right.
With the pledge complete, Chelsea announced, “Time for a little TorD, Sisters. I go first.
“Lauren, Truth, or Dare?”
“Dare. Priestess.”
“Alright, then, Dare it is. I saw some nettles growing down behind those trees over there. I dare you to go over there, break off two or three branches from the bush, bring them back here and rub your breasts and pussy with them.”
“I accept,” Lauren said too quickly. “But Priestess, I don’t know what nettles are or what they look like.”
“Anyone know what they look like,” Chelsea asked our group?
“I do,”Blair said.
“Alright, Blair,” Chelsea said, “Take Lauren over there are show her which plant it is.”
“Yes, Priestess,” Blair answered.
The two naked sisters left the circle and went looking for the nettles.
When they returned, Lauren had three stalks with the veiny looking green leaves in her hand.
“Rub the leave on your breasts and pussy, Lauren,” Chelsea ordered.
Lauren did as she was dared, and painful itching bumps sprung up on her skin. “Yeow! Ouch!
This hurts,” she said jumping around. She dropped the nettles and started rubbing herself in a useless attempt to ease the tremendous discomfort brought by the notorious weed.
“Your turn, Shaina,” Chelsea decreed.
“Okay,” my sister said, looking over the group before making her choice.
“Anastasia, truth or Dare?”
“Dare,” came the response almost defiantly.
“I dare you to walk, not run, back to the car and walk once around the tennis courts before walking back her.”
Anastasia’s face fell. “I...........I accept, Sister Shaina.”
We all followed Anastasia back to the tree line, where it meets the tall grass. The doubles players as well as the husband and wife had left, but the two young men whom I had seen arrive were still there, and now there was also four young girls, pre-teens, maybe ten years old playing as well.
Anastasia was crying softly, shaking hidden behind a tree. The rest of us had picked places to hide where we could watch in relative safety as she carried out the Dare she had so brazenly accepted. Shaina was so giddy with delight by what she was causing to happen that she could barely contain her excitment.
“Let’s go, Sister,” Chelsea berated her. “We have other things for the Cult to tend to besides this.”
Anastasia didn’t move. Her fear had frozen her right where she stood. “Are you going to follow through with the Dare, or are you going to renege, Sister Anastasia,” Chelsea asked, anger seethed in her tone.
“I...........I don’t know, Priestess. I don’t think I can do this. Wh.....what if I’m recognized, or something?”
“No one has ever reneged on a TorD before. Never,” Chelsea reminded her. Do you want to be the first one to do that? To be known as the first Sister to accept a Dare and then renege on it before the assembly of Sisters?”
“N.....no. No, Pr.........Priestess. I......I don’t want th.....that. I don’t want th...that at all,” she stammered.
“Well then, what shall we do?”
“I’ll go with her,” Blair offered. “Will you go, Anastasia, if I go do it with you?
“Y.............yes,” she said softly. Disgraced and embarrassed.
“Would that be alright, Priestess? Would it still count as her doing it? Shaina didn’t say she had to do it alone.”
“I would accept that,” Chelsea mused, but it would have to be up to the Cult to decide. Hanna?”
“It’s acceptable to me, Priestess.”
“Me too,” Shaina chimed in.
“I’m good,” Lauren concurred.
“Then we have an agreement, Blair.”
Blair came out from behind the tree where she was hiding, and stood up, tall and straight, proudly, as she extended her hand to Anastasia and said, “Take my hand, Sister. I’ll be right at your side.”
Sheepishly, Anastasia took her hand.
The two young men had stopped playing and were leaving the courts now. I thought for sure they would see us, but they seemed too preoccupied with whatever they were talking about, and didn;t look in our direction.
“Ready Sister,” Blair asked?
“No, n....not really,” Anastasia mumbled. There were tears running down her cheeks and I saw her shiver in fear.
“I’m going too,” Lauren announced, bolting up and taking Anastasia’s other hand. “C’mon, this’ll be fun! I can’t wait to see the expressions on their face when us three beautiful and naked girls strut our stuff right in front of their eyes! Let’s do it!”
Blair and Lauren pulled Anastasia forward as the car with the two guys backed out of it’s spot and started to drive away. By the time they were halfway through the tall grass, the men were gone, leaving only the four young girls nearby. They had almost reached the parking lot when one of the kids saw the naked trio and yelped out something to her friends, who all turned to see what was happening.
The Sisters started to walk around the fence with the four young girls just watching from where they were on the court. One of them became a bit more bold and walked over to the fence to get a closer look, and was quickly joined by her friends. As the Sisters round a corner, the four girls ran down the court and came out through the gate, so the naked girls would have to walk right past them.
As the trio passed, the younger girls followed in behind them. They followed them the rest of the way around the court, across the parking lot and into the tall grass. We all could hear the girls now, asking questions like, “Is this an initiation or something?” “Are you guys Lezzies?” “Why are you doing this?” “Aren’t you afraid you’re gonna get in trouble?”
Just before they got back to where we all were hidden, Chelsea stood up and said, “Everybody come out. When Shaina and I came out from our hiding places, the four young girls immediately saw us. They stopped dead in their tracks, unsure about what to do.
“Come over here,” Chelsea said.
One of the girls hesitated for a second, and then approached us on the path. One of the others followed her, while the other two remained right where they were, coming no closer to us. The six of us stood next to each other in the tall grass as the two younger girls came over to us.
“How come you guys are all naked,” the first girl asked?
“We are a Sisterhood,” Chelsea explained, “And we hide nothing from one and other.”
“So how come you guys walked around out there naked,” the same girl asked, pointing back towards the tennis courts?
“We push each other to do things sometimes, and it makes our group stronger, more trusting of each other. It tightens the group, as well as our bonds to the group and to each other.”
“I don’t like this,” the second girl said to her friend, “I’m getting out of here!”
“Wait a minute, Jordan,” the first one said. Then to Chelsea, she asked, “Can I come see what you guys do?”
“Yes,” Chelsea replied, “But, unfortunately, not today. We have private Cult business we must address. However, if you are truly interested in learning more about us, write your name and cell phone number on a piece of paper and leave it on the windshield of my car over there. We’ll give you a call before we next meet.”
“Okay,” she said. “Are you guys from around here?”
“Yes. You?”
“Yes.”
“If any of your friends here want to come, they can too,” Chelsea said.
“Suzie, might,” she admitted.
“Hey, Suz,” she called over her shoulder, “C’mere.”
Of the two girls who had hung back initially, the tallest one walked up to join her friend. She was about 5' 5", making her tower over her friends, and she was as thin as can be, a stick, narrow shoulders and no hips at all, in her tennis shorts her legs looked like match sticks that would snap at the slightest stress.
“This is Suzie, she’s like third cousin of mine. We pretty much do whatever the other dares.”
“Really,” Chelsea said, amazed at the similarity.
“Yup. We’ve been doing that since we were four or five. Wanna see?”
“Absolutely,” Chelsea said.
“Hey Suz,” the girl said, “lift up your shirt.”
“Are you kidding, Jo?”
“Nope. Not kidding. I dare ya!”
Suzie sort of shrugged and lifted up her tee shirt, exposing her small nipples and flat chest.
Dropping the shirt in place, Suzie said, “Okay, my turn. I dare ya to take off all yer clothes, Jo.”
Jo nodded at the dare and lifted her tee shirt over her head and tossed it in the grass. Her chest was just starting to develop, puffy nipples poking out of her scrawny chest. She undid the button on her tennis shorts and slipped them down her legs, revealing small pink cotton briefs. Hooking her fingers in the elastic band, she pulled them off as well. Her hairless mound sat above her tiny slit, the lips not grown, still hidden.
“Impressive,” Chelsea said, eying the two girls.
“I would appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone about us,” Chelsea admonished them.
“Okay, we won’t,” Jo replied, as she picked up her clothes and started to get dressed.
“You three as well,” Chelsea added.
“Sure, Suzie said, while the other two just nodded.
“Leave your phone number on my windshield, Jo, I’ll be in touch.”
“Okay, see ya.”
The four girls headed back through the grass to the tennis courts, while we made or way back into the woods.
When we reached the spot where we had left our clothes, Chelsea made us stand in our circle, with her in the center. “What I am about to tell you, Sisters, is very exciting. My Hand Maiden, Hanna, and I, have been able to get us invited to a very special event this weekend up in Connecticut. It’s a formal ceremony where a slave is going to receive her collar.
“Hanna and I were extended an invitation this past Saturday by the woman who is hosting the ceremony. We will be participating in the event,” she said with obvious excitement in her voice. “They have promised us that no one will be harmed, and that we could trust them. Hanna and I spent Saturday with them, and they are true to their word.
“There is just one stipulation, and that is that we all must attend, all six of us, every Sister,or none of us can go. So, I’m asking you if you are all able to come up to the ceremony Saturday? We’d be leaving Saturday morning, I’m figuring around 10:30, and we should be home around lunchtime on Sunday.”
I said, “I know I can, and so I think Shaina is free too.”
“Yes,” Shaina agreed, “I can go if Hanna’s going. We’ll come up with a reason.
“My parents are going away for the weekend,” Lauren announced, sullenly. “They’ve got me spending the weekend with my cousins, so I don’t think I can. I’m sorry.”
“What about if you tell your parents you gonna stay with me,” Chelsea said. “We could tell them we have something coming up for the swim team at school that you can’t miss.”
“That might work,” Lauren beamed. “Let me call them.”
She picked up her cell phone out of her jeans pocket and dialed her home. She got her mother and told her about some swim trials, sprints, up in Connecticut, and that she really needed to be there. Then she told her mother that Chelsea had offered to let her stay with her over the weekend and would be driving to the school where the event was.
Her mother said she thought her cousins would be disappointed, but if she needed to be with the swim team, then it was alright with her.
“All set,” Lauren announced. “I’ll have to spend Friday night at your house, Chelsea, cuz my parents are leaving Friday after I go to school.”
“That’s fine,” Chelsea agreed. “What about you two,” she said to Blair and Anastasia?
“I’m pretty sure I don’t have plans, Chelsea,” Blair answered. “I have to check though. My parents aren’t home right now though. I’ll ask them when they get home, and then I could text you, okay?”
“I can go,” Anastasia said quietly.
“What’s the matter, Anastasia,” Shaina asked her, rubbing her Sister’s shoulder?
“I..........I feel bad,” she said, not explaining further.
“About what,” Chelsea asked?
“About not doing the Dare I accepted.”
“You did it,” Shaina said. “We all agreed it was okay to go with someone, so it’s okay. You did it.”
“Yeah, but I wasn’t going to. I was so afraid I couldn’t do it.”
“But you did it, Sister,” Chelsea said, “And we are all proud of you for doing it. In fact, I think you should be rewarded for doing it. Shaina, I want you to worship Anastasia’s Sacred Folds.”
“With pleasure, Priestess,” Shaina agreed.
Anastasia laid down on her back on the ground and Shaina knelt between her wide spread legs. She buried her face in Shaina’s hairless pussy and pleasured her, slowly, building her up, and then easing her down several times before bringing her to a shattering climax.
“Time to get dressed,” Chelsea announced. “Hanna or I will text you all with the final instructions. “Blair, get back to me tonight.”
“Sure thing, Chelsea. I will.”
“Oh, and one more thing,” Chelsea said as we started to leave, “We will be naked for the weekend, no clothes allowed, so you won’t need to bring any, unless it’s part of your cover for your parents. Just bring toiletries.
“Let’s go for ice cream, then I’ll drive you all home.” Chelsea offered. “My treat.”
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