Sisterhood - Initiation Ch. 22

The curtain glanced off Leah's shoulder as Yvonne let it fall back into place behind them. She looked out over another time-worn stone chamber. It was about as long as the one they had just crossed, but narrower. At the far end, another curtained archway was just visible. Iron candelabra hung from the ceiling all along the length of the chamber, throwing a gentle yellow light that cast flickering shadows onto the stone. The air was warm as it had been in the first chamber, but without the humidity, and a slight draft of fresher air flowed towards her, hinting at an opening to the surface somewhere far off ahead.

The only items of furniture were grand four-poster beds, like the one Leah had seen in Lena's suite, only bigger. But there were lots of them. They lined each of the two longer walls of the chamber, spaced at regular intervals, their headboards against the wall. From the canopy of each bed hung curtains that screened them off at each side and at the foot. These were made of a light, gauzy fabric with a purplish tinge to it. Some of the nearest beds, a few paces away from where Leah stood, had their curtains drawn open, revealing a plush duvet and pillows. Some of the other beds had their curtains closed, but the material was transparent enough that Leah could just make out the outlines of the piles of cushions within and see that they, too, were unoccupied.

Curling itself around the wooden leg of one of the nearest beds to her left, Leah saw a familiar-looking black and ginger calico cat. It froze as she saw it, met her gaze with wide eyes, then darted out from under the bed and scampered away.

Looking at the twin rows of beds stretching out ahead of her, the layout and decor of the room put Leah in mind of something like a medieval hospital ward. There were sounds to match, too. From further along the chamber, a blurry murmur of girls' voices echoed against the stone walls, some moaning, some crying out, too indistinct for Leah to be sure whether they were cries of pleasure or of distress.

Leah turned and looked at Yvonne, whose face wore an expression of rapt excitement. "I just love the acoustics in here," Yvonne grinned at Leah.

From somewhat closer up ahead, maybe only five or six beds away, came a louder and clearer voice, "Uhh, fuck!" the voice groaned, deep and hoarse, "Oh... yeah! Uhhnh!"

"That'll be you in a moment," Yvonne took Leah by the hand and led her towards the closest bed on the right, with its curtains tied open.

"Oh, yes please," said Leah. She laughed, in part to conceal a rising nervousness. She felt she had had enough experience with Yvonne and the other Sisterhood girls by now that she shouldn't be apprehensive about it any longer, but despite herself she was. Her heart raced and her legs trembled as she accompanied Yvonne over to the bed.

Leah noticed then that hooked on to the footboard of each bed were two wicker baskets. She and Yvonne were standing in front of the baskets attached to the be that Yvonne had chosen. One basket held a pile of neatly-folded fluffy white towels. The other contained a heap of small silk scarves in various colors and patterns.

Yvonne reached into the basket and plucked out a purple and white checkered scarf. She pulled it taut and then tied it around one of the corner posts of the bed.

"Is that to show that the bed is occupied?" Leah asked.

"Yeah, I suppose a scarf means the bed is occupied," Yvonne replied, looking down into the basket again, "But there's more to it. You can use them to indicate what you are willing to do. It's like a code."

"Oh," Leah found the idea of a code quite exciting, another of the Sisterhood's secrets that she would be privy to. "So what are my choices?" she peered over into the basket with Yvonne.

"I'm trying to remember them all," said Yvonne, frowning, "The purple and white one I just tied means that you want to fuck Sisterhood girls."

Leah was surprised, "Doesn't that kind of go without saying, if I'm here?"

"Um, yeah, sure it would be a bit of a waste to get here and then not want to at all," Yvonne acknowledged, "But even a dick-worshiping slut like you might want a break after a while. And then you'd just untie it. If you want to relax with another girly-girl, for example, and do pussy rubbing or whatever it is that you girls do."

"Other..." Leah took a moment to search out the word among the few items of Sisterhood vocabulary she had committed to memory, "Other dmurrhisi can join me too?"

"Yes," Yvonne pulled out a handful of scarves, "In fact the white scarf specifically invites other dmurrhisi. I'll tie a couple of them on for you already in case some nice ones come by while we're fucking." Yvonne tied two white scarves above the checkered one.

"A couple?" Leah asked.

"The number of scarves indicates how many at one time," Yvonne explained, "And you never know... I saw some really hot twins at the ball earlier."

Leah reached into the basket herself and took another purple checkered scarf in her hand, wondering, "So if I tie on another of these...?"

"No! Oh no no," Yvonne cut her off, snatching the scarf from her hand, "No way am I sharing you with any of those stupid bitches."

"Well you'd better fuck me good then," Leah giggled, pulling out another scarf and flinging it in Yvonne's face.

"Right," Yvonne's jaw clenched and her expression hardened, "Here you go." She grabbed hold of Leah by the thighs, holding her just below the backside, and with a sudden powerful heave lifted her up and threw her over the footboard of the bed.

Leah shrieked as she felt herself flying through the air, arms flailing, then she landed flat on her back, sinking into the thick duvet. The mattress had a firm spring to it, and she bounced back a few centimeters up into the air before coming to rest. She reached up to pull her hair from her face in time to see Yvonne hurriedly knotting three more scarves to the bedpost.

"What are those ones for?" Leah asked.

Yvonne reached behind her back, straining to get at the clasps that held her bodice in place. With a frown she yanked and pulled it open, to slide her dress off the front of her body. "They let girls know where you want it," replied Yvonne quickly, pointing at each of the scarves she just had tied, "Mouth, pussy, ass."

"Good to know," said Leah. She stretched her arms out above her head and spread her legs, enjoying the soft, clean caress of the bedsheets against her skin. Despite her mounting excitement, she mustered the presence of mind to commit the three colors to memory with some hastily-devised mnemonics. Blue for the mouth: She thought of how a lovely hard dick made her mouth water, and blue being the color of water. Pink for the pussy: That one she found intuitive enough on its own. And green for the butthole: With a private chuckle she imagined herself showing some beautiful, well-endowed Sisterhood girl a green traffic light for 'Go! Fuck me in the ass!'

"What are you giggling about, slut?" said Yvonne as she kicked off her shoes. In one eager bound she leaped up over the footboard to land kneeling between Leah's spread legs.

"Were you going to give me any choice about those?" Leah looked up into Yvonne's eyes, laughing.

"Would you have chosen differently?" Yvonne replied.

"Well, no," Leah conceded, "Fair enough. I want it in all of them."

"Thought so," Yvonne leaned forward and grabbed Leah's wrists to pin her arms above her head, "You're the kind of girl who loves dick so much you almost wish you had more holes to put it in."

Leah made to offer a half-formulated retort, but before she could begin to speak, Yvonne clambered forward, straddled her above the shoulders and sat down roughly on her face. Yvonne's big firm balls squished against Leah's lips and Yvonne's dick came down squarely between Leah's eyes.

Yvonne deftly switched both Leah's wrists into the grip of one hand and used the other to start pumping herself. She gave her dick several furious tugs, and with each yank upwards Leah felt the skin of Yvonne's ballsack stretch taut against her lips. Then Yvonne pulled her dick up flat against her stomach before letting it fall with a rigid slap against Leah's forehead.

"Mmm," Leah purred. She slid out her tongue and stretched it as far up the back of Yvonne's balls as she could, lapping and tickling at them.

"Ohh fuck," Yvonne groaned, "Okay, mouth time." She drew back, tracing along the ridge of Leah's nose with the tip of her dick until reaching Leah's mouth.

Leah giggled, giddy with excitement, as she kissed once, delicately. Then she tensed her lips into a firm 'O' and lifted her head abruptly forward to swallow as much as she could in one forceful gulp. Yvonne thrust forward and drove her dick the remaining distance into Leah's throat until it could go no deeper, with Leah's nose pressed up against Yvonne's stomach.

Leah felt her throat spasm and tighten, trying to squeeze Yvonne back out. She drew back just enough to breathe in once deeply through her nostrils and calm herself until the reflex had subsided. Then she rammed her head forward several times in quick succession, gulping and groaning noisily as Yvonne's hard dick slid rapidly in and out.

"Fuuuck, you've gotten good at this all of a sudden," Yvonne sighed. She leaned forward and lay out flat on her front, the full weight of her lower body against Leah's face. Then she began thrusting, pushing Leah's head down into the duvet with each shove and twist of her hips.

Leah let her tensed muscles slacken and abandoned herself to being used. She heard her own moaning deep and resonant in her chest, her throat blocked tight. With each shove from Yvonne, a ringing jolt of pleasure shot down her spine to where her pussy ached and pulsed. She could feel its wetness on the skin between her legs.

Yvonne was grunting and gasping and her movements seemed to be increasing in intensity. Leah knew that before long she would need to breathe, but she stayed herself, holding on for as long as she could. She tried to focus on the warm, throbbing pleasure that was building up inside her instead of on her increasingly urgent need for air. She tried to arch her back and writhe with her hips so as to press her pussy against the bed beneath her, but with Yvonne's legs pinning her shoulders she failed to win more than a tantalizing light tickle of the sheets against her skin.

Just as Leah was mustering the will to struggle free or cry out, or even try to lift up her leg and kick Yvonne in the balls, Yvonne suddenly rolled off and released Leah's wrists from her grip, her dick sliding roughly out of Leah's mouth.

Leah's first desperate gulp of air sounded out like a cry of shock as she inhaled deeply. It felt as if she couldn't fill her lungs fast enough. Tiny chaotic patterns of light swam before her eyes, and the rush of relief that spread out into her limbs was so intense that she felt it might almost push her over the edge of orgasm.

"Sorry, had to stop," said Yvonne. She leaned back on her arms, panting, "You nearly made me come, you delightful whore."

Yvonne's dick stood up taut and twitching, glistening with saliva. Without waiting to fully catch her breath, Leah rolled quickly over and threw one leg across Yvonne's lap to straddle her. She reached hurriedly between her legs to take hold of Yvonne's dick and guide it home as she sat firmly down and twisted her hips to grind herself onto it. "And now, pussy time!" Leah giggled.

Leah's gleeful laughter faded into a deep, heartfelt groan as she felt her aching, wet pussy swallow up Yvonne's dick in one smooth glide and then clamp tight around it, pulsing hard. She became suddenly aware of just how much tension had built up inside her as the muscles of her limbs jerked stiff in a brief but uncontrollable spasm. Her toes curled and cramped, and she squeezed Yvonne's hips between her thighs, then reached forward and planted her hands on Yvonne's small, soft breasts to scrunch into them with her fingers.

"Ouch!" Yvonne squealed. Her expression hardened, lips puckering into a mean pout. Then she lifted one arm and brought it swooping down to smack Leah hard on the thigh with a loud thwack.

Leah jolted with surprise at Yvonne's sudden retaliation, but the sharp sting of pain across her skin melted quickly into the hot rush of pleasure that was flooding her body. She began lifting and grinding her hips to slide her pussy up and down on Yvonne's dick.

"Ohh! Yeah!" Leah heard herself groan. She scrunched her eyes closed, focusing on savoring the sweet promise of release that she could tell she wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer. She leaned backward and put one hand on Yvonne's leg behind her to steady herself as she quickened her grinding, bouncing her body firmly up and down to slam Yvonne's dick into herself.

Leah realized suddenly that she was still wearing her tight top, and reached to peel it up and over her chest, then struggled it off over her head and arms. She put her hands to her head to fluff up her hair and shake it free of her face.

"Oh yes," Yvonne murmured enthusiastically, "Spill those fat tits." Then she reached for Leah's hips and with a careful yet irresistible strength threw Leah off her, flipping her over onto her back and pushing her down against the bed.

What had felt like the first slow rush of release just before the point of no return stalled abruptly as Leah's pussy was suddenly unfilled. It ached agonizingly as Yvonne shuffled forward on her knees to position herself between Leah's spread thighs. She took hold of the heels of Leah's shoes, then hoisted Leah's legs straight up into the air and pulled them apart.

"Ohh yes," Leah sighed as Yvonne's dick finally found its way back inside her with a swift, powerful shove of Yvonne's hips. "Fuck me!"

"You know..." Yvonne grunted as she began an energetic thrusting, "I knew even back when I first saw you that you would be... uhh... a moaner."

"Oh yeah?" Leah groaned obligingly. The burgeoning wave of relief throbbing up from inside her pussy was slowly slipping beyond her control. She relaxed, abandoned herself to pleasure, and let the tension escape her throat as a loud, heartfelt moan. She sensed her awareness of her own body gradually intensify until she felt acutely the weight of her own breasts shaking back and forth over her chest as Yvonne slammed into her, and the tight stretching of the muscles of her calves and thighs where Yvonne held her legs in the air. Then the wave crashed and release flooded through her. She gritted her teeth, threw her head back and drew a deep, murmuring sigh of satisfaction as her pussy clenched hard around Yvonne's hardness in delicious hot spasms.

"You coming?" Yvonne asked. She slowed her movements a little.

Leah could only nod and smile, exhaling slowly through pursed lips. The glowing relief of her subsiding orgasm spread like a viscous warmth through her insides and out into her limbs. Her body tensed and jerked with each of Yvonne's slowing thrusts.

Leah felt the skin of her cheeks and chest warm and flushed. She drew a deep breath and looked up at Yvonne with a smile, "Okay. More."

"More of the same?" Yvonne asked.

"Whatever you want," Leah replied, "You'll just have to fuck me quite hard if you want to make me come again soon."

"Good. That's what I was going to do anyway," Yvonne let go of Leah's shoes and let her legs fall.

Leah reached up to put her arms around Yvonne's neck as Yvonne leaned forward to lay herself out on top of Leah's body. Yvonne's first kiss surprised Leah with its tenderness. She had been expecting the same aggressive, careless passion that had characterized Yvonne's approach to sex so far, but instead Yvonne seemed to forget herself, or her thoughts were momentarily elsewhere, and her lips simply clasped gingerly against Leah's.

Then Yvonne shook her head, throwing her silky dark hair about her face. She gave a short, shrill laugh before her wistful smile hardened, jaw clenching tight. "Say my name," she whispered through gritted teeth as she shoved her hips up against Leah's.

"Oops!" Leah giggled as she felt Yvonne's dick poke brusquely into the skin of her thigh just shy of her pussy.

Yvonne shoved again, considerably harder, and her dick found its target and drove deep in. It was hot and hard, and pushed Leah firmly open despite the last tight clenches of her orgasm. After lingering only a moment inside, Yvonne began slamming hard and fast with her hips. Leah found that her pussy had become so slippery with excitement that she was wet as far as the skin of her thighs, and despite Yvonne's energetic, haphazard technique, her dick slid smoothly in with each thrust regardless of whether it landed on target.

Yvonne bit her lower lip. "Be a good girl," she said, "Say it."

Leah groaned and tightened her embrace. She closed her eyes and arched her back as a fresh swell of tension began to build inside her. "Uhh... fuck me... Yvonne."

"Come on. Moan for me," Yvonne commanded, thrusting still faster.

Leah's body bounced and shook against the springy mattress of the bed as Yvonne pounded at her. "Fff- Uhhn... Fffuck me Yvonne.... Make.... me.... come."

"Louder," Yvonne grunted breathlessly, "So the other girls can hear."

That particular thought, the thought that other girls might hear her cries of pleasure, burrowed quickly into Leah's imagination, rousing her fantasy. She imagined some of the other girls in the other beds wondering at what they heard, and envying her, wanting that pleasure for themselves. Maybe some of them would reach to stroke themselves. Or a Sisterhood girl might pass by, browsing, and her dick would slowly rise and stiffen when she heard Leah's voice, and she would want to be next in line to fuck that loud, wild girl and make her groan some more.

"Ohh, fuck, yeah!" Leah abandoned herself to enjoyment. She scrunched her eyes closed, threw her head back against the bed and cried out hoarsely, partly in performance, partly in an earnest release of tension. "Uhhh... Yvonne... you're making me.... cccome!"

Yvonne slammed yet faster and gave a shrill grunt of exertion Then Leah felt her second climax burst inside her suddenly, quicker and hotter than the first. It was tinged at the outset with a hint of pain as her pussy clamped hard and tight against Yvonne's unrelenting thrusts, then throbbed out into the rest of her body as a wave of relief. "I'm.... uhh... I'm... coming!" she groaned.

Just as the throbbing had begun to fade and Leah was drawing a deep sigh of satisfaction, she felt her pussy suddenly empty again as Yvonne pulled out. "Quickly," Yvonne commanded, her hand on Leah's hip, "Turn over."

Leah found she could only barely gather the strength to comply, and she rolled herself lazily over onto her front, letting Yvonne's firm, strong shove do most of the work. It dawned on Leah what must be coming next only moments before it actually happened. She felt Yvonne push her thighs apart and then something warm, hard and moist nudge up against her butthole.

There was a groan of resignation or of relief from behind her and Leah realized with some excitement that Yvonne was already coming. She felt a first hot spurt from the tip of Yvonne's dick just as it began pushing its way in. The slippery wetness of Yvonne's already gushing dick helped ease it through the tight ring of muscle at the opening of Leah's butthole with a minimum of friction. Leah remembered just in time to relax, and she let the whole of her lower body go limp, from her legs up to the muscles of her stomach. She lay against the bed and let herself be used.

Yvonne grunted and thrust, writhing with her hips. She was rougher, less considerate than Lena had been, and drove herself immediately as deep as she could. Leah offered a private, giddy prayer of gratitude for her own big backside, which in her prone position somewhat cushioned the thrusts and prevented Yvonne from getting the full length of her dick inside. The penetration was at first acutely uncomfortable, having caught Leah somewhat unprepared, but slowly she felt the same dull, warm ache gather inside her that she had discovered with Lena. She focused on the exciting sensation of Yvonne's hot, forceful spurts against her insides, and on the sound of Yvonne's desperate grunting and gasping behind her, and found that she could gradually mold and will the mild pain into a subtle kind of pleasure.