Ritualistic Design
Keywords: Ritualistic, Design,
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"Is he awake?"
The voice seemed so distant as though he and the soft feminine voice drifting through his rousing consciousness were playing a game of telephone with tin cans and string. His eyelids were still heavy, his vision still cloudy and he felt slightly nauseous. Vague remembrances of the night before scratched at his brain as he swam through thick pillow waves in the ocean of sleepiness enveloping him.
"Yea, I think so. His eyes were moving."
The second voice was warm and thick like honey spilling over his ears. Wes forced his eyes open as two female faces wavered and shuddered into focus for his addled brain to process. The first was a long haired blonde with cornflower blue eyes. The second was a redhead with short, spiky hair and soft green eyes. They peered at him, hunched over and very close to his face. The blonde ran her hand over his forehead.
"Are you with us?" the blonde asked, her eyes surveying his face.
"Where am I?" Wes mumbled. He turned his head this way and that around the room.
"That's not important now. What is important is that you are calm and helpful. Do you think you can do that for us? Be calm and helpful?"
Wes blinked hard. "I'm not sure I understand."
The blonde shushed him and pulled him onto his feet. The redhead darted under his arm on the opposite side and they shuffled down the hallway. Still groggy, Wes accepted the help of the two pretty girls as they guided him down the hallway. They entered through the first doorway on the right into what appeared to be a locker room. The girls helped Wes sit on a bench. The redhead loosened his tie and slipped it from his neck as the blonde dipped behind the wall. He distinctly heard the sound of water running. His mind wandered and slipped beside a babbling brook in the forest where Wes was lying beside the stream, feeling the warm sunshine on his naked limbs and torso while the girls laughed and played in the water beside him. He was then floating in the stream with the girls lying naked on either side of him, the water rushing along his back and sides. Their breasts pressed in against his flesh, nipples taut and pouting. His arms were around them as the chatted back and forth about how warm the water was and if he were awake or if he would drown in the water. Surprisingly, Wes was unworried. He closed his eyes and sighed.
When he woke, he was lying in a stone walled room on a wooden folding cot. His head lolled to the side as the barren room came into focus. The two girls were sitting naked on the bed across the room and against the wall, licking and pinching each other's nipples. They were on their knees facing one another, red hair bowed toward blonde tresses covering nipples that poked from between her curls. Red's velvet tongue lapped gently at the perky bud, and then rosy lips wrapped gently around and sucked. Wes could feel his dick stirring in response and shifted uncomfortably. The noise caught the girl's attention. They looked startled for just a moment before slipping from the bed and padding over to his cot. Wes stared up at them with wide, questioning eyes, his brain finally free of the fog. The redhead's eyes slipped down his body and settled at his groin. Wes blushed slightly and tried to cover himself, but his arms were bound by white sheets tied in a quarter knot. He blushed deeper, realizing he was completely exposed.
"We were instructed to let you have one last sexual experience as a man before the ceremony." The blonde straddled him, draping a leg over each side of the cot. Wes strained uncomfortably. "You're lucky we aren't all lesbians here, you know. Else wise you wouldn't get a last huzzah."
Wes's brow furrowed deeply as he stared into her sweet blue eyes. "What are you talking about? Where am I? Who are you?"
The redhead giggled. "He's just full of questions, isn't he?" She was awfully cute the way she stood with her weight on one leg, her opposite hand over her mouth.
The blonde looked up at her with a rather irritated expression. "Watch it or I'll make you fuck him."
"I wouldn't mind," she shrugged. "He's kinda cute."
"I'm Maryam and this is Charlotte. We're part of an underground Dianaic coven of witches. I'm not sure what you might know about Dianaics or witches."
Wes shook his head, confused. Maryam continued.
"There are witches. We are alive and well in today's day and age. Contrary to popular belief, witches do not boil and eat children, do not have green faces and warts, and we don't ride broomsticks and make pacts with the devil. We are a nature based religion centered on the religious beliefs transcribed by Gerald Garner in the 1950's. Well, the American branch is, anyway. He claims to have gotten the knowledge from people in England from books passed down in his family. However, there are rumors of Pagans who have existed in hiding for over 2000 years.
"Dianaics are a branch of Wiccans who follow the Greek or Roman Goddess Diana or Artemis. These sects are generally populated by women, but also have a few men who believe that women are the divine and that society should return to a Matriarchy. While not all sects are lesbians, many lesbians are attracted to the branch because of the personality traits of Diana. She was a virgin huntress and warrior. She was strong, powerful, and took only female lovers. Again, there are women who are Dianaics who are not lesbian or celibate; however, we are a group of mostly lesbian women who worship the Goddess Diana.
"While most Wiccan covens do not believe in forcing their religion on others and while most Wiccans would prefer that people transition of their own free will, that is where the similarity ends. We are not a recognized coven and we like to keep our practices under wraps, especially since we are extreme compared to the majority of Pagans you will find on the street. Most of the group tends to be militant lesbians who hate men. We hold that all members of the coven must be Democrat and vote a party specific ticket. We also support all women's rights including abortion. Women are the superior and dominant gender and we will not hesitate to use force to become an accepted part of society.
"Everything I have told you so far will be covered in your training when you become a Priestess in the coven. We have three degrees and you will be expected to work through each of the three levels before you will be a full and accepted member of the coven.
"We do not accept men into our coven. Therefore, you won't be permitted to stay as a man for very long. As a favor to the one who had you inducted, we are giving you one last sexual experience as a man before the transformation. You should thank her when you see her later."
Wes's head spun. Maryam had thrown a lot of information at him very quickly. Dianaics? Wiccans? Not a man for long? What were these crazy women talking about?
"Do you have any questions?"
"What if your members don't prescribe to your rules?"
"They don't have a choice. We make sure of that."
"And how do you make sure of that?"
"You'll find out."
"And what do you mean by 'not a man for long'?"
"Yea, you'll find that out, too." She tossed her hair behind her shoulders. "I guess I shouldn't have asked you if you had questions. I can't really answer any more than what I just did." She stood and wrapped her arm around Charlotte. "So which one of us do you want?"
"Want for what?"
"Well, sex, of course!" Charlotte giggled again, shifting her weight back and forth. "You have to pick. You can't have us both!"
"Greedy man." Maryam smirked. "Of course I would want us both, too."
"I don't want this. I don't want this at all. You can't do this. How did I get here? Who sent for me?"
Maryam sighed and crouched beside Wes's cot. "We kidnapped and drugged you as you were headed for your car. We can do this because no one knows you are here. As for who sent for you, well, you will find that out soon enough. Now choose or we will have to choose for you."
"I refuse to choose anything! You let me out of here right now!"
Maryam shook her head and rose from the floor, her breasts catching light from the small half window above the cot. "Then I guess we just choose for you." She meandered across the room to a small wooden stand beside the bed and rooted through the door before retrieving a pair of white cotton panties and duct tape. Charlotte grinned and danced from foot to foot as Maryam shoved the panties into Wes's protesting mouth and taped them inside. "That ought to stop the questions until we've finished with you. And now we get down to business." She straddled him again, reaching her hand around his limp cock and rubbed it against her warm, wet slit. She sighed and looked over to Charlotte. "Are you just going to stand there watching? You know men do nothing for me."
"Oh, did you want me to help?"
"Well that would be nice." Maryam added, rather disgusted with the whole situation. Charlotte wriggled on the spot with amusement and dropped her weight over Wes's knees, her hands wrapping around Maryam's breasts. She nibbled along her neck and wrapped one leg around her partner's waist.
"Are you wet enough?"
"I guess so." Maryam shifted and the head of Wes's cock slipped inside her tight pussy. He moaned despite himself as her wetness greeted him. She rocked her hips gently, working him inside. "It's been a long time. I have to work him in slow."
Charlotte nodded, pressing kisses along Maryam's neck and shoulders. "Just pretend it's me and I'm wearing that strap on you like so well. That ought to help, right?" She bit down on the soft flesh of Maryam's shoulder. Maryam nodded as the last of Wes's cock slipped inside her pussy.
"It would be easier if he were hard. Can you believe he's only half mast? I guess we just have to rape him. I'm not going against the High Priestess. She'd have my head on a platter."
"Or your clit." Charlotte giggled, her hands caressing Maryam's breasts, occasionally squeezing a nipple.
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Keywords: Ritualistic, Design,