LOGINChapter 5 - Final Claiming The others left one by one. Leaving just him and me and the fire. I heard him cross the room and pick something up off the table. "Can you stand?" he asked. I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees and my whole body protested, and he reached down and took me under the arm and lifted me to my feet. My legs were shaking. I stood there naked in front of him with my arms at my sides. He looked at me for a long time. "You knew," I said. My voice came out hoarse. "You knew it was me.” I stood there. "Does Mom…" "No." The word came out fast. "She doesn't know. She'll never know.” He set the case down on the table and opened it and took something out, and I couldn't see what it was from where I was standing, and I didn't ask. He walked back over to me and stopped close, close enough that I could feel the heat coming off him, and he put a hand on my jaw and turned my face up to his. "You did well tonight," he said. "Better than I tho
Chapter 4 - Sex in The Society The girl brought it over. It was black silicone, tapered, with a flared base and a thin neck, and she held it up where I could see it and then she knelt down in front of me and pushed two fingers into me first, just to check, just to spread the wetness around, and I moaned and my hips pushed forward and the chain on my nipples swung and pulled and I gasped. "Relax," she said. She pressed the tip of the plug against my ass and pushed it in slowly, and I felt my body open around it and take it, inch by inch, and it was thick and full and strange, and when the base settled against me I let out a long shaky breath. "Good girl," she said, and stood up. I stood there tied to the frame with my nipples clamped and a plug in my ass and my pussy empty and aching and wet, and the whole room was watching me, and my stepfather walked a slow circle around the frame with his hands behind his back. "Front and back," he said. Two of the men stepped up. On
Chapter 3 - The Tools The eight of them watched me from the wall for a long time before anyone moved. I was still on my hands and knees on the wood floor with my underwear around my thighs and my stepfather's cum running down the inside of my leg, and the candles flickered and nobody said a word. I kept my eyes on the floor and tried to breathe. "Stand her up," a voice said. It was a woman's voice. The shaved-head girl from the first night. She stepped away from the wall and the others followed, and two of them came forward and took me by the arms and lifted me to my feet, and my legs were shaking so badly I almost went back down. "Look at her," the girl said. "She's a mess. She took it well, though." "She took it well," my stepfather said. I looked up at him slowly. there, He was standing there with his belt still undone and his shirt untucked and his face completely calm, and I opened my mouth to say something, ask questions… but nothing came out. The girl with the shaved
Chapter 2 - The stranger The floor was wood, smooth and warm under my knees, and I put my hands on my thighs and knelt there in the dark behind the blindfold and waited. My whole body was shaking. I hadn't slept more than three hours a night in a week and I hadn't eaten a real meal since Monday and my arms ached and my knees ached and my head was full of static, and under all of it, humming like a wire, there was something else. Something I didn't have a name for. Something that had been building all week and that I'd been refusing to look at directly, because looking at it directly would have meant admitting what kind of person I was. I was wet. I'd been wet for days. I didn't know what that said about me and I didn't want to. A door opened behind me. Footsteps. Slow and unhurried, crossing the room. My heart slammed up into my throat and I kept my hands flat on my thighs and my back straight and my head up, because that was what they'd told me to do, that was the only inst
Chapter 1 - The Secret Society The letter showed up in my mailbox on a Tuesday, which was the first strange thing about it, because nobody sends letters anymore.It was a single sheet of cream-colored paper in a plain envelope with no return address, and it had my name on it… my full name, Nadia Smith, in handwriting so careful it looked printed. No stamp. No postmark. Just my name and my dorm room number and the building, like whoever left it had walked it over and slid it in themselves.“You have been observed. You have been chosen. If you are the kind of person we believe you to be, you already know what this means. If you are not, throw this away and forget it. If you are… come to the chapel basement at eleven on Friday night. Come alone. Tell no one.”That was it. No signature, no seal, no explanation.I read it four times standing in the lobby of my dorm with my mail in one hand and my key in the other, and then I folded it up and put it in my pocket and went upstairs and di
Chapter 5 - Patient and Therapist. I pushed my underwear down my thighs and let it fall to the floor. Then I sat back against the edge of my desk and spread my legs and slid two fingers inside myself in front of him, and I watched his face while I did it. I watched his eyes go dark. I watched his jaw tighten. I watched him reach down and adjust himself through his pants and I felt a pulse of something hot and mean go through me at the sight of it. "Oh… fick… nghh..” I worked my fingers in and out of my pussy and used my thumb on my clit and my hips rolled up to meet my hand and I moaned out loud in the quiet office. I was so wet I could hear it. I could hear the wet sound of my own fingers and I didn't care. I put my free hand on my breast and squeezed it the way I imagined his hands would and rolled my nipple between my fingers and cried out. "That's it," he said. His voice had gone rough. "Keep going." "Oh.. Fuck, Julian…" "Keep going." I added a third finger a







