Becca XXX - Spring Tide Ch. 07

"The Sisterhood is about the bringing together of like-minded women who have been wronged by men," she explained in her monotone voice. "Women like me... women like Nicole... and women like you. This country's law system cannot provide the justice that is deserved... so we must take matters into our own hands."

Her speech seemed well-rehearsed and it sounded like she'd done this many times. I wanted to ask her countless questions, but I didn't want to interrupt her flow.

"We gather around this table to signify how we are connected to each other. The Pentagram shows us that each point on the star is connected to the other four. I am connected to Becca via the outer circle and to Nat and Nicole via the straight lines of the star," she traced each line to show us it was true. "The same can be said for the rest of you - we are all connected to one another... and also the empty chair."

She pointed to the empty seat at the table and stared at it with hate in her eyes.

"That chair represents our aggressor," she spat. "The chair of the one we must seek vengeance against. The chair of the person who made us what we are today. We must project our vengeance towards them rather than each other. Do you understand?"

I could see where she was coming from with this. Her performance wasn't just for show, she truly meant it. Maybe this was her way of dealing with what had happened to her all those years ago and her way of bringing her minions to order. It was almost like brainwashing, but she had a point. Many women struggled after being raped or sexually abused and The Crow's methods may help them to come to terms with it even if it was a little unorthodox.

We all nodded as The Crow moved on to the next stage.

"Keep your aggressors in mind as we go through the ritual. In order to join The Sisterhood, we must first be stripped of the confinement of our clothes," she said, nodding at Nicole. "We must be as free and pure as the day we were born before the joining can commence. Nicole will go first."

Pretty eyes pushed her chair back to make more space and I felt my pussy getting wetter as she stood up. Her body was stunning and I couldn't wait to see her naked. She started with her white vest top, slowly peeling it up her body and over her head before throwing it on the chest behind her. She stood before us with her arms by her sides so we could admire her pert tits and washboard stomach. I'd been expecting her to have tattoos like her mistress, but her skin was flawless and tanned. She had no piercings, scars or ink on her upper body which I found surprising based on what I'd seen of The Crow's masterpiece. Maybe she was the yin to her yang.

"Normally, this part of the ritual is to give the victim confidence to be naked in front of other people, especially after being raped. However, Becca, I know that rape doesn't bother you and I assume the same can be said for Natalie. You, like me, seem to crave the violent delights of it and that is very rare and should be embraced."

She'd said something like that to me in prison as though she could see right through to my inner most desires. Maybe she could even see things I never knew existed within me. She'd certainly surprised me about the pain side of sex. It had scared me, but it had got me off like never before.

Nicole unbuttoned her jeans and kicked her shoes off before sliding the white garment down her slender legs. She bent over at the waist facing away from us and we got a perfect view of her gorgeous ass. She was wearing a white lace thong which went up the crack of her ass and up over her hips. She kicked her jeans away and turned back to face us wearing only her panties.

"Fuck," Natalie gasped. "It looks like someone's been working out."

The Crow smirked as Pretty Eyes gave a small bow of gratitude towards Natalie to thank her for her comment.

"Panties too, Nicole. You know the drill," said The Crow, continuing with her domineering persona.

Nicole kept eye contact with me across the table and slipped her thumbs into the waist band above her hips. She slipped them down until gravity took over and they fell to the floor. She stepped out of them and stood with her legs spread in a wider stance than was necessary. Her perfect thigh-gap revealed long dark pussy lips similar to mine dangling down between her legs. She had a small landing strip above her clit, but the rest was completely bald.

"Thank you, Nicole," said The Crow. "Who's next?"

Nat and I looked at each other and she shrugged and stood up.

"Strip," ordered The Crow. "The flesh must be naked in order to cleanse the soul."

"Yeah... I get the general idea," Natalie giggled.

She kicked her shoes off as she lifted her top over her head, giving a show to the rest of us just as Nicole had done. I wasn't sure if The Crow was really into the ritual or if she was just getting off on it, but the later was certainly true for me. Seeing Pretty Eyes' sexy body standing inches from me was a real treat. I didn't know where The Crow was going with this, but I knew we'd all end up in bed together before the day was out; I'd make sure of it.

Natalie showed her large breasts to everyone and got a nod of approval from Pretty Eyes. She pursed her lips and nodded with a smile to show Natalie that she liked the view.

"Beautiful," cooed The Crow. "I love a woman who doesn't wear a bra. Keep going."

Nat giggled and undid her jeans, peeling them off with her socks and standing back up. She was wearing pale pink knickers with a white decorative bow on the front. I knew her gusset would be damp and creamy due to what was going on in the room. Her nervous anticipation would be as high as mine.

"And the cute panties," The Crow nodded at her underwear. "Let's see what you keep in there."

"The same as you," Nat laughed, pushing the tiny knickers down her legs and standing in a similar pose to Nicole. "Does my pussy meet with your approval?"

"That's not what this is about," scowled The Crow. "But you do have a gorgeous pussy. Becca, do you want to go next?"

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," I raised my eyebrows at her. "It's not changed since the last time we met."

"Then we're in for a treat," she smiled gesturing for me to continue.

I slipped my vest off, continuing the bra-less theme. I rarely bothered wearing one these days unless it was for aesthetics. Nicole gave me the same smirk and nod of approval as The Crow licked her black lips and stared at me. My jeans and trainers followed until I was standing in front of the three women wearing only my very wet red panties. The action of standing up had caused more juice to dribble into my cotton gusset and I wondered if The Crow's sensitive nose could smell my scent. She had some very animalistic traits and a heightened sense of smell was probably one of them.

I stood for a couple of seconds before slipping them off without being told. It was obvious I was going to take them off so there was no point in delaying it. The cold air hit my wet labia giving me a shiver up my spine as my body got ready for whatever was coming next.

We all remained standing as The Crow got to her feet. She glared at me through the top of her eye sockets like some sort of zombie in a trance. Her whole persona oozed nothing but dominance and confidence. I'd never seen her exhibit any other emotion.

Her fishnet top was the first thing she removed to reveal her skimpy lace bra underneath. Her crow tattoo was always impressive despite some of it being covered by her bra. The black garment wasn't required, but she was obviously wearing it because her top was see-through. She reached her hand behind her back and pinched her fingers to unsnap the clasp. The bra fell forwards and she let it hit the floor, standing in front of us with her tiny poached-eggs on display. The silver bars through each nipple shone like stars.

"I know they're not my best assets, but I make up for it in different areas," she said.

"Don't put yourself down," cooed Natalie. "They look gorgeous to me."

The Crow smiled in appreciation and unzipped her skirt which followed the bra onto the floor. Black ornate lace panties filled my gaze, framed perfectly by her suspender belt. The crow tattoo was now in full view and it looked breathtaking.

The head of the bird projected up onto her neck with its spread wings stretching above her tits and across her clavicle. Its body filled what little cleavage her A-cup boobs produced and the artwork was finished with the tail feathers fanning out under her boobs as though they were supporting them.

"That ink never gets old," I gasped. "You're a work of art."

"That's truly magnificent," added Natalie. "Beautiful but menacing."

"Thank you. That's exactly the look I was going for. Check out the back too."

She turned around so we could see the reverse design on her back, placing one foot on the wooden chest and unzipping her boot. She kept an eye on us looking under her arm and repeating the process with the opposite leg. Her boots hit the floor with a loud clump and she turned to face us once more.

Her suspender belt was next and she made a show of unfastening each ribbon before removing the belt. She held it out her side for a split second like strippers do before dropping it to the ground.

"Maybe I shouldn't have worn so many items," she smirked.

I couldn't have disagreed with her more. Her little strip show was turning me on like crazy and my nipples swelled along with my clit and labia. My body knew it was in for a good fucking and it was reacting accordingly.

She placed her foot on the chair and rolled her stocking down her left leg slowly and precisely. Her shapely buttocks tensed and relaxed as she moved. This wasn't about getting naked for a ritual; it was about seduction to make us horny.

She repeated the removal of the stocking on her right leg and then stood in front of us in only her panties. I could just make out her black pubic hair through the sheer material and the sparkle of her piercings through her fuck lips and clit.

"Panties too," I said, using her words. "Show us what you've got."

She smirked at my mockery and slipped her underwear off. Her pubic hair was shaved into the shape of a bird's wings emulating the design on her chest. Her labia were dark and protruding between her muscular thighs and her stocking top bow tattoos were now within view.

"Now that we are pure, we can become one with The Sisterhood. Be seated," she ordered.

We all took a seat as The Crow sat down with us and removed the white towel from the Centre of the table. Underneath there was a glass crystal bowl sitting at the centre of the pentagram.

"We must become one with each other as a single collective conscience. We share a common enemy in this dark world. Men abuse us, rape us and violate us, but they will never break us," she said. "Together we are stronger."

It looked like we were about to summon the dead from the way she was carrying on, but her ritual was much darker.

"Our joining is not just about the spiritual side, but also the physical. Hold out your hands over the bowl like this," she continued.

Her hands were stretched out with her palms facing the ceiling as though she was begging. We copied her as The Crow nodded at Pretty eyes.

"You can do the honours," said The Crow.

Nicole nodded and pulled one of the knives out of the woodwork and spun it around her wrist again for show.

"The life within us needs to be shared so that we can become one," The Crow continued.

Nicole placed her free hand next to ours face upwards above the bowl and rested the tip of the knife on her wrist. She stared at her mistress awaiting the go ahead to cut herself.

The Crow nodded.

Nicole flicked the knife across her wrist in the natural crease where her arm met her palm. It was a tiny movement and barely nicked the skin. At first, nothing happened as the shallow cut took time to react. The capillaries suddenly realised what had happened to her skin and blood oozed to the surface. It wasn't a deep cut; she wasn't trying to commit suicide; she just wanted a small flow of blood which slowly leaked around her wrist like a bracelet. She then swapped the knife to her other hand and repeated the process on her other wrist.

"Her blood is our blood," said The Crow. "Sit still and let her cut you."

Nicole leaned towards Natalie who was staring at me wide eyed. Her body language was saying: 'what the fuck have we let ourselves in for,' but I nodded with my eyes to tell her this was ok.

The Crow had some weird ideas, but if this made her happy enough to help us break into a safe, I was all for it. Besides, I had a morbid curiosity about where this would end and she intrigued me.

Nat offered her left hand to Pretty Eyes who rested the tip of the blade on her wrist. She flicked the blade with expert precision and moved on to her other hand while we waited for the blood to rise to the surface.

Nick.

Nick.

"Your blood is our blood. Hold them over the bowl and let them drip," said The Crow, licking her lips and smiling.

Without being asked I offered both of my hands to Nicole and felt the sharp point of the knife rest on my wrist. It felt like a pin prick at first and then it turned into a paper cut as she cut into me. She was as accurate as any surgeon, slicing into my skin on both hands before moving onto her boss. I felt the sudden pain as the blood rose to the surface and dripped into the bowl below.

"Your blood is our blood," The Crow repeated. "Cut me, beautiful."

Nicole repeated the process on The Crow who was grinning like a lunatic while she watched us bleeding into the bowl. She was loving this a bit too much for my liking, but I'd witnessed her crazy antics before. Last time we'd drawn blood with our teeth, but this time it was a knife.

"My blood is our blood," she said again. "Join hands with the girl next to you."

Nicole retook her seat and offered me her hand. The bowl was slowly filling with a mixture of our life source and it felt oddly erotic as we held hands. I had Nat in one hand and Nicole in the other. The cuts that had been made hadn't been random. As we held hands, the lacerations lined up perfectly with each other's and our blood mixed together.

Drip - drip - drip.

We formed a circle of hand holding like a séance feeling the tacky stickiness between our palms.

"Feel the life flowing through us as one entity," said The Crow. "Close your eyes and concentrate on it as though we share one heart and one soul."

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply like I did when I was calming myself down. I felt strangely peaceful as the blood mingled with the others and my mind began to clear.

"Feel it pulsing through your veins," she continued. "We share one life... we are one family."

My shoulders dropped and I became aware of my heart beat. I could feel it at the pulse point on my wrists and also feel the pulse of Natalie and Nicole. Although I wasn't touching The Crow, I swear I could feel her heart beating too. It gave me a warm feeling inside my belly like the early stages of an orgasm.

"Feel it," The Crow repeated. "Become one with each other. There is nothing outside of the circle. There is only the four of us joining our consciousness. Becca, tell me what you feel."

"I feel warm and peaceful," I said softly. "I swear I can feel your heart beating."

"Me too," added Nat. "This is weird."

"Surrender to it. Let our life-blood flow as one. We are connecting."

Drip - drip - drip.

I kept my eyes closed and felt my clit swell. My legs were spread wide under the table and I could feel my pussy getting wetter. I shifted slightly on the chair feeling the wetness flowing out of me like the blood leaving my body.

"I feel a little light headed," said Natalie. "How much blood are we losing?"

"Very little," The Crow replied. "You're getting light headed because we're becoming closer. We need to complete the initiation and then consummate the joining. Open your eyes."

My eyes snapped open as the warm feeling inside me continued to grow. It was like a ball of hot energy growing more intense by the minute. It wasn't an orgasm - it was something else, something mystical and dark like an awakening inside me.

I looked at the glass bowl which now had a couple of inches of bright red liquid in the bottom. Our hands were covered in it and it was dribbling down our arms. Some of it had dripped onto the table and some had dripped onto our thighs from our elbows.

"Place your hands in the bowl," ordered The Crow. "Mix the life source together."

We let go of one another and dipped our fingers into the warm blood. It felt nice as we swished it around as though we were washing our hands in it. Our fingers glided over each other's and it sent tiny shock waves through my body to the centre of my being.

"Our blood signifies our sacrifice to the cause," said The Crow. "We have a common goal in bringing rapists to justice and this show of blood letting has unified us."

She was very serious about this and although I wanted to say something sarcastic, I fought the urge. The strange feeling inside me was far too strong to ruin it with my egotistical piss taking.

"Take your two fingers and draw a cross on your chest... like this," said The Crow, demonstrating what she wanted us to do. "Then repeat after me."

She dipped her fingers into the bowl and drew a horizontal line above her tits. She then added a vertical red line down her cleavage. She was liberal with the quantity of blood and it began to drip down her body as though she'd been slashed with a blade.

"My blood shows my sacrifice to The Sisterhood. I will protect it and it will protect me. After this, the only blood that will be spilled will be that of rapists. May they burn in hell for what they have done," The Crow said with true venom in her voice.

She then nodded at me to go next.

I scooped up a copious amount of blood with my two fingers and spread it across the top of my breasts like paint. I then drew a vertical line between them like The Crow had done, feeling the sticky fluid drip down onto my nipples and belly button like warm cum.

"My blood shows my sacrifice to The Sisterhood. I will protect it and it will protect me," I repeated her words as best I could. "After this, the only blood that will be spilled will be that of rapists. May they burn in hell for what they have done."

The Crow nodded and moved her attention to Natalie as the blood dribbled off my tits and cleavage making tiny rivers down my belly. It tickled and made me itch, but I left it to create its own pattern and pathways on my skin.

Nat repeated the process and I had to admire how sexy she looked with our bloody mixture all over her. The Crow's cross had now dripped down her tiny tits and was heading for her pubic mound.

"My blood shows my sacrifice to The Sisterhood. I will protect it and it will protect me. After this, the only blood that will be spilled will be that of rapists. May they burn in hell for what they have done," said Natalie.

We all looked towards Pretty Eyes wondering how she was going to recite the pledge without speaking. She painted the cross on her large breasts and then went into a frenzy of rapid hand movements as she repeated the pledge using sign language. It was fascinating to watch and tiny flecks of blood flicked from her hands towards us as she made different shapes and symbols with them.

"We welcome you into our fold," The Crow bowed her head at each of us in gratitude. "But now we must consummate the joining."

I liked the sound of that. If it was anything like consummating a marriage, we were in for a treat.

"Coat your hands in blood and follow me to the bed," said The Crow. "Your sacrifice has been noted and shall be rewarded with pleasure... then your initiation will be complete."