Sisterhood - Initiation Ch. 44

*** CONTENT WARNING: In this chapter, Leah is dreaming. One of the various things she dreams about is fucking her cousin Caroline. Another is being impregnated. Just so you know, in case you don't like these things. Also, at the very end she briefly cums so hard she loses control of her bladder. If you don't want to read about that but still want to enjoy the rest, skip the paragraph that begins 'She woke...'

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After what felt like a very brief lacuna, Leah found herself elsewhere. She took in a scene around, or rather below, her. There she saw the altar, and at its center the flickering cylinder of blue flame. Around its edges lay the girls who had been offered, herself among them.

She was looking down on herself from some distance above. She saw her own frozen posture, head raised and spine arched. She saw too the tension in the muscles of her back and her buttocks. Her rear end seemed to tremble, her legs occasionally twitching. Behind her stood her mysterious partner. She and the other Sisterhood girls who stood around the altar were still wearing the hooded green robes that Leah had seen them in earlier. The voluminous hoods were pulled forward over their heads, obscuring their faces. Perhaps to shield them, too, from the intoxicating bright light.

Leah had heard of the notion of an out of body experience. With some detachment, she supposed that this was what was happening to her. But as she took stock she realized also that she was not in all respects out of her body. The nexus of her vision had clearly left her eyes and had drifted up to where it now floated. But her physical sense of herself was still partly rooted in her body, though she saw it from a distance. She could feel the excited shivers across her sweating skin, the press of the cushions against her stomach and chest, and the snug embrace of the gag in her mouth. She watched her partner behind her make another futile attempt to free herself, hips writhing, and felt the accompanying stiff tug against the walls and opening of her pussy, unrelenting in its long spasm of constriction.

Then she began to drift upwards, still taking a remnant of her sense of her body with her. The view below clouded over with a misty haze and her experience shifted to a completely different time and place, in the strange manner of a transition made in a dream, impossible yet unremarkable. She was in the bedroom of her apartment, earlier the previous evening. She was readying herself for the ball that she and Caroline had been invited to. And Caroline was there. They were both naked, standing in front of the mirrors on the doors of her wardrobe, about to get dressed.

Leah felt the brush of warm skin at her ankle, on her left. She looked and saw Caroline's leg extend outward to cross hers, then rub her shin. Looking up, her eyes met Caroline's. Caroline's eyelids flickered closed and her head lolled back in a grimace of desire. She moaned and fell back onto the bed, pulling Leah with her. Leah felt a sudden drowsy hot flush of lust wash through her body and found herself immediately pressing her hips against Caroline's and thrusting her tongue into Caroline's groaning mouth. She kissed and writhed with a desperation that surprised her. But she didn't care. It was a dream. This definitely didn't happen then, and it wasn't happening now. She was free to enjoy it. She ground the top of her pussy tightly against Caroline's and felt the scratch of their hairs rubbing against each other. The indistinct, dreamlike sensation mingled with the more acute awareness of her partner's long dick still clasped tight inside her. She gave a loud gasp as an easy, hot climax rushed up on her, her pussy wringing itself on her partner's hard shaft with a deliciously painful tightness.

The ringing throbs of her orgasm seemed to thrust her onward through the dream, to a new place and a new moment. She found herself once again standing naked before a mirror. But this time it was the mirror in the small guest bedroom of the Summer House. Leah looked at herself. She looked really good. Desirable. Lush hair, smooth skin, a sweet, sultry smile, and lovely big heavy breasts. She wanted to embrace herself through the mirror, fuck herself. Then she remembered something about the guest room. Who had brought her here? She looked over her shoulder in the mirror and saw Annika sitting naked on the bed, her dick standing up stiff.

"It's a safe day," Leah heard herself say, "It's safe. It's okay. You can come in me. Just put it in."

Then Annika was at her back, embracing her, gathering up her breasts in eager hands. She felt Annika slide into her, compounding the realer sensation of her pussy being filled back at the altar. One facet of Leah's awareness remained detached, as if watching the dream, too, from a distance, while another abandoned itself to a pleasure that was free from consequences. She ground herself back against Annika's thrusts and savored the vivid hot gushing sensation against the walls of her pussy as Annika came inside her.

She hung her head and watched a thick trail of drool fall from her gasping mouth, then the dream shifted again. She was dancing with Lena, on the floor of the Great Hall. Lena was holding her tightly, leading her in the dance. Leah could feel that she was wearing the same flimsy dress she had worn at the time, not quite long enough to cover her comfortably. She looked up at Lena's face. It shone with the same indistinct yet dazzling beauty that she had seen in the pillar of flame. Lena's eyes flashed suddenly with an uncharacteristic mischief, then she reached down, took hold of the back of Leah's dress and ripped it apart. The loud screech of tearing fabric rang out in the wide space of the hall. Leah saw, or felt, another girl behind her break away from the dance to embrace her. Then Lena and the other girl, whose face Leah could not make out, began kissing each other over Leah's shoulder, while the two of them slid their dicks between Leah's thighs and entered her impossibly easily, Lena in her pussy, the other girl in her butthole. Leah felt herself lifted, then squeezed between the two other girls' bodies as they began bouncing and fucking her with force.

Two simultaneous hot spurts erupted inside her as Lena and her faceless partner both reached a rough, jolting climax. Leah's own body flooded once again with heat as she reached the brink of another orgasm of her own, but then she felt Lena let go and step away. Leah fell slowly to the floor in a tangle of tired limbs, collapsing on her back.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! All over, everywhere! Cover me!" she cried out. Her voice echoed against the domed ceiling above the chatter and hubbub of the hall. She heard herself yelp and squeal with abandon as more Sisterhood girls fell away from the dance to throw themselves on her, shoving their dicks between her spread legs. Then the sound of her hoarse cries were choked off as yet more girls thrust themselves into her groaning mouth.

Then there was a moment in which she seemed to be floating up and out of herself again, looking down on the dance from above. It appeared just as it had from the gallery when she had been there with Yvonne and Annika. And then Yvonne and Annika were there, and she was with them, holding each of them by the hand as they ducked under the archway and back out onto the open stone terrace above the Great Hall. The two other girls dashed ahead to the edge of the terrace and Yvonne flung herself down, naked, to lie on her back over the parapet. Annika seemed to stoop to bind Yvonne's wrists to her ankles, then Yvonne was squirming and groaning, her dick suddenly sticking straight up stiff. Annika laughed with girlish delight and began stroking and licking it. Leah rushed over to join her, put her own hands to Yvonne's dick and pumped. Then Annika stood back, pulling Leah with her by the wrist. Leah watched Yvonne groan and writhe, shoving her hips up at the air.

"No," Leah heard herself cry, "Let her come. Let her put it in me." She tore free of Annika's grip and ran to leap astride Yvonne's bucking body and impale herself on that lovely, desperate dick. Leah sat straight and rocked her hips roughly back and forth until she felt the satisfying firm spurt of Yvonne gushing inside her. Her head lolled forward and she groaned out her own satisfaction as she came, saliva dripping from her lip onto Yvonne's chest.

An intense, hot drowsiness overcame her, and even within the haze of her dream she felt herself drifting deeper asleep. She slouched to the side and was suddenly rolling off the edge of the parapet. She felt the sinking, half-pleasurable sensation of free fall in her insides, embraced it with the lucid equanimity that came from knowing that she was dreaming. Her fall lasted longer than she felt it should have, given the remembered height of the terrace, but eventually she hit the surface of a pool and was enveloped in the bubbling rush of being suddenly plunged underwater.

Once the momentum of her fall had exhausted itself, she kicked lazily upwards and swam through warm water to break the surface. She hauled herself up onto a tiled rim. Her core pulsed with an overwhelming happy excitement when she knew immediately where she was. It was exactly as it had been, back then. She even felt the smooth slick of oily soap on her skin.

"In my pussy, in my pussy," Leah murmured eagerly. Without looking around, she lifted her behind in the air and shook it, "I can be your pet, too, your ka'ini, if you promise to come in me. It's not a safe day, or I don't know, I don't care. You can make me pregnant. Do it. Make me yours."

It was Lena's lips that touched her first. They lingered, planting a single slow kiss, then were replaced by the tip of Lena's dick, stroking Leah slowly open with the particular attentive tenderness that had made Lena so easily recognizable as one of her lovers at the altar. Then Lena plunged slowly in and the dreamed sensation of being filled blended deliciously with the vivid sore tightness that she still carried with her from the body that she had left behind on the altar. Her pussy clamped tight in a series of rapid spasms, as if rushing to wring Lena to a climax before she could withdraw. Moments later the first hot squirt sprayed out inside, and Leah hung her head and groaned.

"Good... girl."

Lena slumped forward and embraced Leah around the chest. They both sank backwards beneath the surface of the pool. Leah found herself drifting underwater. The water around her was warmer again than it had been in Lena's pool. The clean heat of the spa swept across her skin, washing her, invigorating her. She kicked her way upwards again, and when she surfaced she was already in the arms of another partner.

She felt the warm squish of a familiar pair of big breasts against hers, and the loose softness of a fleshy stomach. She groaned. Not Caroline again. No matter. Leah's whole body was pulsing with heat. Each time that her dream brought her to release and her desire dissipated in orgasm, it regrouped only moments later, clamoring for fresh relief. She needed touch. She needed sex. And in the dream Caroline was right there in her arms, so it had to be with Caroline.

Leah ran her hands up the flanks of Caroline's broad body, then kissed her, gripping the back of Caroline's head with both hands to press their faces together. Their legs interlocked beneath the water and Leah ground her pussy against Caroline's thigh, rubbing harder and harder until she gasped and moaned with relief as another quick, throbbing climax shook its way through her body.

She was stepping into the showers, suddenly, abruptly. The showers that adjoined the thermal baths of the North Wing. The dream memory of Caroline's soft front pressed against hers was still on her skin, mixed in with the velvety press of the cushions beneath her body back on the altar. She needed that sensation again. She needed to hold herself tightly against another girl. She cast around. The others were there, the other offered girls, and their attendants, all together, naked and lathering one another with foam. Where was Josephine? Leah found her, embraced her, and they both slid to the floor giggling. Leah spread Josephine's legs and straddled her side-on, grinding herself down onto Josephine's pussy.

Each time, Leah's release came quicker, more easily, but was more intense and more like a sudden sore sting of pain. Delicious pain, inevitable, soothing pain. Another abrupt transition brought her to the amphitheater. She was running across the dusty floor of the pit. She held Josephine by the hand, and another girl. Ellen. Unlike Leah and Josephine, Ellen appeared to be clothed. The ears and tail of her catsuit had returned, but Leah saw then that they were not as they had been. The tail and ears grew seamlessly from Ellen's trim, curvaceous body, which was coated in sleek black fur. She and Leah turned to look at each other and Leah saw the oval, slit-like pupils of a cat, wide with animal incomprehension.

Ellen's cat eyes shone with a brief dazzle before she lunged at Leah and they both fell to the dirt floor of the amphitheater, Leah on top, writhing and grinding as she worked herself to another frenzied climax. She laid herself out on top of Ellen's body as her orgasm burst, and felt the silky brush of Ellen's fur against her bare skin. Then suddenly her pleasure was punctured by a sharp sting at her back. Claws. Ellen was clawing at her.

Someone knocked her aside, freeing her from Ellen's embrace. Josephine. Josephine and Ellen fought, tearing at each other's hair, scrabbling in the dust. Leah found herself without the will to do anything but watch. She watched as the fight seemed somehow to mellow seamlessly into an aggressive yet unambiguously sexual embrace, the two girls' bodies shaking with shrill, intoxicated laughter as they squirmed and kissed.

Leah turned away, and looked around her. The amphitheater was empty. So was the stage. The rite was already underway. She was late. She looked to the stairs at the back of the stage. Standing in the archway, one foot on the first step, was the naked figure of Marianne, her long red hair trailing down her back.

"Come," Marianne snapped her fingers loudly. She looked stern, perhaps even angry. Leah ran for the edge of the stage and began scrambling up, but she found herself hanging there, one leg over the lip of the stage, her arms too weak to drag herself any further. Then came a shove from behind, a hand squishing firmly against her exposed pussy. She looked back and saw Caroline, laughing gaily. Leah wriggled and scraped her way up onto the stage and dashed for the stairs. Only then she thought to turn and thank Caroline, but when she did so, Caroline was gone.

Above, further up the staircase, Marianne's pale silhouette walked ahead, the flesh of her big backside resounding with a heavy tremble at each step. Leah bounded after, but she found her legs sluggish and heavy. Then she was overcome with a sudden urgent swell of arousal. Her body flooded with heat and she fell to her knees half way up the stairs, shuddering. She thrust one hand between her legs, clutched her pussy and squeezed, groaning and clenching her way to a sharp, painful relief. She felt someone drag her upwards, holding her under the armpits and bumping her up the stairs all the way to the surface. For whatever reason, she couldn't look round, and she didn't see who it was.

The fresh air of the outside hit her bare skin, shook her with a sudden jolt of wakefulness. She was back at the altar, standing beside her own prone body. Was she now once again outside the dream? Still outside her body, but in the real world, the world of cause, effect, and consequences? She had become unsure. Where before she had known with absolute reassurance that she was dreaming, uncertainty had crept back. She couldn't place when. Ellen wasn't a cat, Leah was lucid enough to be sure that this, at least, had been a fantasy, only moments before. But now she saw her own body again, at the altar, and felt with a new vividness its sensations. The cushions on her front, the alternating play of cool air and warm early-morning sunlight on her sweat-soaked skin, and above all the long, hard dick still buried inside her, her own unrelenting tightness locking it in place just a little deeper than was comfortable.

Leah approached her own body, knelt beside it. She heard her own feeble groans, watched bubbles of saliva form in a watery froth at the edges of her gagged mouth. She reached out to stroke her own face. She couldn't help but find herself beautiful. She thought she looked magnificent, more lovely than she had ever been, paralyzed in a grimace of abject ecstasy, trembling and whimpering, her hair tousled, her skin streaked with sweat, and her face a smear of tears and drool.

She thought suddenly of her partner, turned to look, but the face eluded her, shrouded just beneath the hood of the green gown, and rendered indistinct by the funk of what might still have been a dream, or a fever. A new thought nagged her. She ought to know. Back when she had still been fully lucid, at the altar, she had been counting, noting the sequence of the rite from beneath her blindfold. She had even known the positions of some of the girls. Hadn't she known already right from the start who would be her final partner? It should be easy, but now she couldn't remember.

She set her confusion aside. She would know later. Or she wouldn't. It didn't matter, it was a detail. Her own body was calling for her. The expression on her face, raised to the pillar of light, was faltering, the muscles of her lips beginning to tremble more insistently. She closed her eyes and set her head forward against her own shoulder as if it were simply the natural thing to do, and felt herself, her awareness, melt slowly back into her real body.

She woke, and there was a rush of heat from all around her. A dull, pleasant burning settled on her skin and then sank into her body like she were soaking up a liquid. With a sudden strike that then resounded as it faded, the heat erupted inside her and a bucking, shuddering spasm rolled out from between her legs into every muscle of her body, killing them slack as it went. She slumped forward, crying out yet too hoarse to produce any sound. A second, slower wave spread out and eased the agony of her release like a balm. With it came the hot seep of liquid. Not simply a sensation, a very real, very vivid secretion. Her pussy flooded first with a slick, gushing feeling. Her opening finally slackened along with the muscles of her legs, and whatever was inside her trickled out onto her thighs. Then her skin broke into a shivering sweat, her eyes wept freely and saliva washed out from her mouth as if she were dribbling out a mouthful of water. Then, at last, with a shiver of relief, she felt a slow, trickling burn at the mouth of her pussy, and something warm began to soak the cushions against her legs and stomach. As she slipped back into unconsciousness, she realized with an exhausted equanimity that she was pissing herself.

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There might have been more to her delirium after that, or not, she could no longer remember. When she next half woke it felt as if she forgot immediately whatever it was that she might have been dreaming. Ideas slipped away from her before she even thought to try to keep hold of them. Now, she knew for sure that she was completely back with herself. This was real, in the particular definite way that real always feels really real, despite the fact that dreams sometimes feel real too.

She was still unable to move, but her immobility was of a very different nature to her paralysis at the altar. Now she was simply exhausted. There was a deep ache in her muscles, and every moving part of her hung limp. Even her eyelids refused to move themselves. They hung open, she realized, only because her head itself was hanging upside down.