เข้าสู่ระบบChapter 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
Chapter 4 - The Fantasies "Tell me about those fantasies." The words were out of my mouth before I'd decided to say them, and once they were out, there was no taking them back. Julian looked at me for a long moment and then he settled back into the chair and crossed one arm over his stomach and let his other hand rest on his thigh, and he began. "I think about your mouth first," he said. My pen stayed still on the page. "I think about the way you talk in here… that low, careful voice you use, like you're always choosing your words. I think about how it would feel if you were underneath me and you couldn't keep it together anymore and you just… let it out. I think about the sounds you'd make." I should have stopped him. Instead, I sat there with my hands folded on the desk and my heart going hard and I did not stop him. "I think about your hands," he said. "I think about them on me, on my chest, in my hair, around my cock." The word landed in the quiet room and I felt it som
Chapter 3 - The Appointment I woke up before the alarm. I showered and stood in front of my closet for longer than the decision warranted. I chose the navy dress. The one that hit just below the knee with the slight wrap at the waist, professional but not severe. I did my hair properly. I put on the earrings Richard had given me for our twentieth anniversary and then took them off and put on the plain gold studs instead. I did my makeup the way I always have. I put on my coat and left. When I got to my office, I unlocked the door at eight-forty and made coffee and sat down at my desk with the stack of paperwork I'd been avoiding all week. I worked through most of it before nine. The coffee went cold beside me. I was halfway through the last form when I heard the knock. "Come in." The door opened. He was younger than I'd pictured from the intake notes. Taller, too. He came in with his hands in the pockets of a dark jacket and his eyes moving over the room before they settled






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