Myrtle and the First Meet

The next maid stepped forward, a pink-cheeked and plump girl with flaxen hair, and less of the shyness her predecessor had exhibited. She had a proud expression, and Myrtle looked into her eyes, perceiving that she felt aroused by having this done to her, and not being the one serving, as she must have been recently at her own initiation. The idea of prostrating herself to this young milkmaid, and serving her 'rosebud', did nothing to help Myrtle's growing arousal, causing her own vulva to swell perceptibly. She reached down to the lightly downy vulva, small lips wrapped tight around the bud she sought, and delved in until she could begin to massage the target organ. The maid's expression belied her joy at having the older alderman's daughter do this to her, her narrowed eyes and heady grin giving her away. It was thrilling to feel the maid's disdain as she rubbed her clitoris gently.

She carried on with the third maid, and several more women, all of different ages and statuses. She recognised the headmistress of the parish school again, and couldn't believe this surreal thing was happening as she stroked this esteemed woman's ripe rosebud. Each woman clearly enjoyed the pleasure of her treatment, smiling but maintaining her composure; and Myrtle presumed the substantive worship of this 'Energy' was to come about, in a more unreserved way, further into the initiation.

The next woman who approached nearly made Myrtle jump out of her skin. It was the Lord's wife! The Lady Brickham stood before her, in the flesh, without her usual accoutrement of furs and lace. This lady, known throughout the parish for her grace and good breeding, was grinning abashedly. Myrtle gathered her courage, understanding that the Lady's relative position in the queue (near the beginning) in fact meant that she must not be of high rank in this sisterhood. With equal parts disbelief and rapture, Myrtle stroked the Lady's vulva, teasing her clitoris with her fingertips. "My lady," she deferred as she finished, purely out of respect for convention, before realising how ridiculous it was. The Lady nodded appreciatively as she walked away to return to the circle, walking with a somewhat wide gait, as the women were obliged to do with their engorged clitorises. The line continued, and the minutes wore on, with Myrtle more and more hopeful that this initiation was to involve her own clitoris being rubbed at some point. She had never felt so sure that the female body was arousing for her. Watching and feeling the arousal of each woman as she massaged their clitorises had awakened a thoroughly animalistic desire within her.

Finally, Hanna approached her, the last woman in line. So her summation had been correct; Hanna was the highest-ranking sister.

"You have done very well, sister," she mused with her persistent smile. "Now, rub my own rosebud, and the opening ritual will be complete."

Myrtle gladly reached down to Hanna's shaved vulva, a style that she supposed must be reserved for her alone. She delved within the lips, and felt the clitoris within respond to her grasp. Hanna nodded.

"Yes, very good. Now tug it."

Myrtle obeyed, tugging gently on Hanna's large organ, then releasing, then tugging again, then releasing. Hanna laughed breathily, looking skyward. "Sisters, we offer up this pleasure to the Energy! We have gleaned this pleasure form the humbling of our new initiate, which is as it should be!"

"As it should be!" echoed the women joyfully. Myrtle continued to tug, and Hanna began to rhythmically move her hips in response.

"Watch the humbled initiate submit to your Priestess!"

"Yes, Priestess!" cried the women. Myrtle heard the tone of ecstasy in the breathless voices.

Myrtle wondered if she was going to continue doing this until Hanna reached her glorious climax, but the Priestess suddenly stopped her rhythmic rocking and gestured to Myrtle to release her clitoris. Myrtle let her hand drop to her side. The clitoris was protruding, swollen, from Hanna's vulva, like those of all the assembled sisters. Hanna was breathing heavily, and looking at Myrtle with pride.

"Well done, newest sister. Now comes the next stage. You have proven yourself willing to humble yourself and give pleasure to all the sisters, in all ranks. Now we initiate you into the ritual of greeting that all sisters do when a meet begins. When we arrive in the Copse to join our sisters, we choose one of a higher rank, and we kneel before her. She stands over our face, and we lick her vulva until the rosebud protrudes."

Myrtle stared at Hanna, anticipating taste of the clitoris she had just massaged into engorgement. Hanna chuckled.

"Do you find this ritual arousing?"

Myrtle looked at the ground and mumbled her response.

"You do not need to feel shame. Or if you do, feel freely aroused by it. We are here to indulge in each other's divine bodies, Myrtle. We want you to feel the power of the Energy in your sex. Let me see!"

Myrtle understood she was to display her own vulva. Nervously, and looking at the surrounding women as they watched with glee, she spread her legs slightly to reveal the fluid of her arousal. It gleamed in the moonlight on her vulva and upper thighs. Hanna's breathing sped up, and she spoke again.

"Beautiful. Our initiate feels aroused, sisters! But do you think she is ready for what is to come tonight?"

Myrtle was alarmed to hear a sly note in Hanna's voice, just as the giggling of the sisters filled the Copse. Trepidation ran through her. What was to come? Surely it was just another pleasurable ritual? Myrtle could not think of much that would spoil what had thus far been a surreal embodiment of her most shameful and hidden desires...

"Yes, newest sister...our arousal is a force, and we are using it to summon something...the earthly form of the Energy...but no matter, you will meet it soon. First, the greeting! Our sisters love to watch this part of the initiation...for it involves their beloved Priestess-" At this, the audience laughed appreciatively -- "humbling herself before the new initiate. So, Myrtle, please stay standing as you are with your legs in that position. And in a reversal of the usual greeting code, I will now greet you, my subordinate!"

Hanna walked right up to Myrtle's quivering body, and suddenly crouched. Myrtle gasped as the Priestess's mouth closed around the warm flesh of her vulva. She felt Hanna's hot breath, her wet tongue and lips, move against her clitoris. Hanna kissed it with an ecstatic enthusiasm. Then she put out her tongue, and pressed it slowly up the length of Myrtle's vulva, in a long, pressurised lick. She repeated this several times in quick succession, before placing her lips tightly around Myrtle's swollen clitoris and starting to quickly suck. Myrtle's knees almost buckled with the pleasure of Hanna's suckling mouth. She cried out in the darkness, and the sisters laughed once more at her loss of composure, but not unkindly.

Hanna removed her mouth from Myrtle's pubic mound and stood up, grinning as she wiped her lips. Myrtle could barely stand straight; she made an effort to hold Hanna's gaze. Several long moments passed, the two women holding each other's eyes. Then finally Hanna cried out.

"I have tasted the initiate!"

The sisters cheered and threw their arms up in celebration.

"And now, sisters...we come to the most fun, the most divine, the most depraved, the most secret, and the most pleasurable stage of the initiation. The Ultimate Surrender!"

Hanna gestured to Myrtle to join the circle. The mood had changed immediately, and Myrtle tried to figure it out as she hobbled over to take a place between two of the milk maids. There was still a deep arousal shared between the sisters; but there was something almost primeval that was filling their bodies and consciousness now. Myrtle felt it in the air, unseen but acknowledged by all. There was a deep hush, and the joviality was gone, replaced by a more raw sexual force. Hanna was still smiling, but Myrtle was unnerved to see a sly expression had come over her face. The Ultimate Surrender sounded frightening...and there was certainly a tinge of fear to the arousal that buzzed between the sisters.

The Priestess Hanna removed momentarily to the perimeter of trees around the Copse, and returned to the center with a small glass vial. Inside appeared to be the same glittery black powder that Sabine had brushed on to Myrtle those few days ago. Myrtle watched with fascination, and the other sisters with baited breath, as Hanna uncorked the vial and laid a wide circle of black powder around her feet.

"Sisters! Our arousal is powerful. We know what it will summon, when offered up here in the Copse. We know the Energy will walk among us tonight!"

"Yes! Among us!" cried the sisters, some looking heavenward in apparent prayer.

"Is our initiate going to feel the raw power of nature, in a deep way, tonight?"

"Yes!" cried the sisters, and Myrtle was frightened to hear them begin to laugh with mirth, almost cruelly.

"But will she enjoy it? Will she feel the bliss of the Energy as we look on, and watch her lose control? Will she give herself up to the penetration of the forest?!"

Hanna looked almost crazed at this point, pacing around the circle of sisters, raising her arms and her voice.

She stopped at Myrtle, and lowered her voice again. "Get ready, initiate. We will dance now, to summon the embodiment of the Energy. It thrives on our pleasure, and knows to come. It senses a new initiate. We will open the portal between worlds and bring it forth!"

With this, Hanna threw her head back and laughed almost hysterically, beginning to sway, arms raised to the sky. The sisters all began to cheer, hoot and cry out, swaying and leaping. Myrtle was seized by a desire to join this animalistic capering, caught up in the ecstatic mood. Tales of witches' ecstasies now made sudden sense to her. She too began to leap, though in the back of her mind she felt nerves about what was awaiting her. What could this embodiment be? It sounded as if something spectral, or even demonic, was to be summoned.

The women capered, twirled and cried out around the Copse, all avoiding the circle in the center laid out in black powder. Hanna fell in with the other sisters. In this way they all cavorted under the moonlight, and Myrtle was unsure if this lasted for minutes or hours. Time began to fold in on itself and the women became ethereal, glowing and flowing as they danced with the increased power of whatever force they were generating. Myrtle felt light on her feet, as if gravity was being superceded by something more significant. There was a sense that they were working towards some sort of climax.

All of a sudden, Myrtle heard Hanna cry out. The women began to shriek and all rushed to form the circle again, on the perimeter of the Copse. "Bring the girdle! The girdle!" Hanna was crying.

Two women on the South edge of the Copse began to drag something heavy into the center of the clearing. "Hurry!" shouted Hanna, a wild excitement in her eyes.

The two women dragged the object as quickly as they could into the powder circle, then dashed back to their places. Myrtle saw with alarm that is was a kind of iron frame, shaped like a large A, about waist-height. A central bar across the top had a leather belt of some sort dangling from it, and the sides of the frame extended beyond this, rising up to about head-height, where a flat platform topped each pole.

There was a sudden hush. A reverberating, guttural growl seemed to rise from the very earth. Some of the women began to moan, Myrtle guessed in unseen pleasure. The growl was chilling though, and she whipped her head from side to side trying to locate its source around the edge of the clearing. "It comes!" screamed Hanna, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

The women stood stock still, though some continued their low moaning, eyes rolling just like those of their Priestess.

A heavy footfall made Myrtle's blood run cold. She desperately squinted into the blackness on the far side of the Copse. She did not have to wait for long to perceive what was coming.

An enormous, black, leathery thing was emerging from the bowels of the forest into the clearing. It moved out of the shadow with agonising slowness. It walked on four clawed feet, horrible to behold; its skin was like that of a bat, though with shaggy hair on the joints of its gnarled legs. It was the size of a large wolf, though its face, terrible in the silver moonlight, was like a gargoyle's; snout gleaming wetly, curled horns like a monstrous satir, fangs dripping with saliva, and hideous red eyes with crocodilian pupils.

Myrtle was too dumbfounded to scream. Something, though, led her to feel only a deep respect and awe for this creature, not a fear of evisceration. She knew that this creature, this demon, was her god, the physical embodiment of old magic that she had been conceived and born to worship. The women around her bowed their heads in deference.

Hanna stepped forward, coming within several paces of the huge creature.

"Lord! We have summoned you to initiate your newest servant! The rituals have been observed! And now, we offer her to you!"

Hanna bowed deeply. The demon regarded her in an almost human way, with what appeared to be approval. Hanna backed away slowly.

"Strap the initiate in!" Cried Hanna.

Myrtle's stomach dropped. What could this be? Was she to be devoured after all? Her heart pounded into her throat.

Two high-ranking women came to her. Seeing her look of fear, one of them grinned. "Don't be afraid," she whispered into Myrtle's ear as they directed her over to the iron frame. "It will be amazing."

The women bent Myrtle over the top of the A-frame, so her bare behind was exposed completely, and buckled the leather attachment around her waist, which prevented her from moving away from the frame. On either side of her, the points of the A-frame rose up higher, culminating in two flat iron platforms. Myrtle frantically turned her head to keep the demon in her field of vision. As the two women walked backwards away from her, myrtle watched the creature turn its head slowly to look at her. Steam was ejecting form its huge nostrils; its red eyes were roving over her backside, then stopped ever so slightly below.

Myrtle suddenly understood this ritual, and her mouth fell open in fear. She watched in horror as the demon began to breathe more quickly, and it growled in such a deep tone that she felt the frame holding her vibrate. The creature started to move slowly forward, pacing around the clearing until it stood mere feet from her prostrated face. She looked up with difficulty in order to watch what it was doing. She began to quake as she watched an enormous, black, leathery penis emerge from the shadow beneath the creature's belly. It was becoming erect with speed and had reached about a foot and a half in length, with a girth she would only barely have been able to fit both hands around. The bulbous head was gleaming and ribbed. She shuddered, but felt the force of her awakened power thrumming within her. Yes, this was ordained. All the women were watching in awed supplication, about to witness this ritual that they themselves had each endured. Myrtle felt herself calm down as she accepted that this ultimate, unthinkable act was actually hers to enjoy with reverence!

The demon came forward slowly, and suddenly raised itself up on its hind legs, placing its two front feet, gnarled and clawed like those of a dragon, on the iron platforms above her head. A telepathic voice suddenly filled Myrtle's consciousness, loud and deep. "Prepare it."

Myrtle understood what it was telling her to do immediately. The monstrous penis hovered before her face, twitching. She shifted her face forward and extended her tongue, and with joy, lapped at the bulbous tip. The demon began to snort and growl, its baritone making her holding frame vibrate aggressively. She could hear the women moaning in ecstasy around the Copse as they looked on, arms raised in supplication. She licked the shining head of the penis in wholehearted pleasure, understanding her destiny as a sister at last. The feminine, the masculine, the human and the raw edge of nature. All of these were the elements of desire that the sisterhood worshipped, meeting secretly in this Copse, pleasuring each other, and this monstrous demon.

The creature's penis was now swollen and distended, huge veins throbbing down its shaft. With another guttural growl, it brought its front legs back down to the grass with a thump that shook the iron frame so hard Myrtle feared for a second that it would topple over. Agonisingly slowly, the demon made its way around and behind her. Her view no longer obscured by the huge penis, Myrtle could see that section of the circle of sisters that was directly facing her, across the Copse. They were waving their arms in a trance-like state, or caressing their vulvas while watching on, and Myrtle caught Sabine's eye, watching her frantically rub her clitoris. Myrtle knew the sisters were all ready to watch this next ritual, and she could see they were in ecstasy at what they had already seen. She could hear the demon's breathing behind her, approaching slowly, and she pictured the enormous penis, lolling up and down as the demon approached her exposed sex, primed to penetrate its target. She laughed loudly with the joy of the depravity she was about to experience, and the audience she had. And then the wind was knocked out of her.

The huge penis had found her sex. The demon leaped to its hind legs once again, placing its front feet on the iron platforms above her head, its claws hitting the metal with a reverberating clang. The bulbous head was thrust deep into her, and the creature snorted and growled with pleasure. It began to thrust slowly, with such force that each time, Myrtle slipped back and forward in her leather belt, thankfully anchored to the frame. The pleasure she felt was exquisite. The ribbed bulb and the veins of the shaft stretched her sex wide, and the enormous creature's testes slapped against her clitoris with a wicked impact. She screamed with joy, and her laughter filled the night. The force of the creature's thrusting was digging the iron frame down into the soil beneath the grass, thump, thump, thump. Myrtle barely perceived some of the women dancing again, some lying prone on the grass and overcome with orgasms as they furiously rubbed their own organs. The cosmic, depraved ecstasy was so overwhelming, she felt she might simply evaporate. The huge demon continued to mate her, speeding up its thrusting and beginning to make echoing roaring sounds that Myrtle dimly thought would ring out through the countryside. Her engorged clitoris was being beaten by the monstrous, leathery testes -- slap, slap, slap. Again, she was not aware whether minutes or hours were passing, but felt she could supplicate herself to this hideous creature's desire for a thousand years.

And then, for the briefest of seconds, Myrtle felt the huge demon pause. She knew what would come in a split second, and wanted nothing more than for the tidal wave to break. She could not stop herself from screaming in anticipation; she felt the base of the shaft, too thick to penetrate beyond the entrance to her vagina, suddenly expand in volume. The demon let out an almighty roar, and with a force that pushed Myrtle into an otherworldly orgasm, gallons of thick white semen burst forth from the demon's penis. It flooded her, spurting out with such force around the shaft of the penis that it hit some watching women many feet away. Myrtle could not cease her screaming, her orgasm bolstered by the supernatural power of the creature's penis, going on and on for what she was sure was aeons. The semen gushed down her legs in bucketloads, turning the ground beneath the iron frame into a quagmire. And eventually, this divine climax petered out. The creature pulled backwards, and the huge penis slid out of Myrtle's vagina with a wet sucking sound, hanging towards the earth and still dripping. The demon dropped its front feet again with a huge thump. Satisfied, and free to return to its own primeval and ancient realm, it slunk away into the darkness, without looking back.