The Challenge Club

[cloudy]

Thanks!

The guy that fixed mine said that right after I'd brought mine in, he had 4 or 5 come in right after that had the same thing mine did. Unfortunately, had to reformat my hard drive so lost everything that wasn't backed up. Not a major disaster, cause I back up most stuff, but the story for the Challenge was one of the things I lost.

I'll just have to keep my fingers crossed that I don't get hit again. New firewall installed, so just maybe I'll be safe for awhile. Or, at least until the jerks designing these things figure a way around it.

 

[Black Tulip]

Dingus,

We have something similar in my country. Sometimes it gets really out of hand and we had a couple of deaths because of severe alcohol abuse. I have no experience first hand though, it's just the setup that got to me.

NL,

Whenever you have the time. No hurry, we're an easy bunch.

Cloudy,

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Never heard of protection? LOL
I really am sorry for you, but it's the thought that counts. Nice to know you wanted to get in.

 

[neonlyte]

Sorry Folks.
Work is taking priority at the moment, it will be Sunday/Monday before I can give any thought to the next Challenge.

DG - I will do a crit on your story, just want to give it the attention it deserves.

NL

 

[neonlyte]

DG
Sorry for the delay in commenting.

I've read the story three times. I have really mixed emotions about it, for one thing, it is not at all erotic for me, but that's just me.

The story must have taken one hell of a lot of writing, there are all the essential ingredients, tension, excitement, pleasure, guilt; the whole thing flows well once you are cogniscent with the structure.

I would have prefered more 'ending' like to have understood how Sam felt in an hours time, in a days time, and how the others felt reflecting upon what they had done.

Well done, it is great to see that you are still writing, long may it continue.
NL

OK - new challenge.

You are the Art Director (sic) of a porn movie.
Your leading lady and leading man have fallen out big time.
You write this as male, if you are female, and vice versa.
Get the movie done.
2 weeks - min 1000 words.
NL

 

[Guest]

Well, I have to say... I have a complete brain freeze on this one.

 

[Black Tulip]

Um, I do have a notion for a plot, but I haven't written anything in the past two weeks.

I resorted to translating my very first novel into English. Up till now it hasn't been very helpful in getting the ink flowing again.
It is fun though.

 

[Remec]

Mismused,

We generally start a new challenge once every two weeks or so. It's not set in stone.

Each challenge has its own set parameters. You might be told to write within a certain category, or to include certain words, and make it a certain length. I think all of us that particpate have found that this little club has helped us to grow as writers.

I'd say so, if I ever got around to working time to write into my schedule. hehehe I thought I'd see what thoughts there were to be had, as well as ask whether we were supposed to *just* use dialogue for the challenge I'm leaving with this post.

It's prolly close to a month old, the idea being to post a dialogue between two women without and BDSM or lesbian sex, and to incorporate several words and phrases...

Here's what I'm working from so far...(not done yet)

*****

Girltalk (working title)


“Hello? Susan? Is there anyone home?”

“Traci, is that you?”

“Yeah, I made it after all.”

“Come around to the side door, I’m in the kitchen. First left once you’re inside.”

“Gotcha.”

“Hi. Thanks for coming by. I wasn’t sure you were going to.”

“I wasn’t sure I was either.”

“I’m really glad you did. Want a drink?”

“A drink drink or just a drink?”

“Whatever you like, I’m having mudslides.”

“Before noon?”

“I’m on vacation. I could make you one without the alcohol. What do they call that? Virgin, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right. Hmm, a virgin mudslide sounds good. Heck, a virgin anything sounds good.”

“Oh you.”

“Oh me what?”

“You’re as bad as the guys sometimes. I swear.”

“If I’m so bad, why am I here? What was on your mind when you invited me over? ‘Cause I can just go back to the car. I have tons of other things to do.”

“No, no, don’t go! I…um…alright, I had been thinking of something special for Bob’s birthday, and had narrowed it down to a couple of choices when I saw you. It’s been a while. Too long of a while, if you ask me. And I thought maybe you’d give me a hand in giving him just the right thing.”

"Oh, I just bet. You know what I'd like you to give Bob."

"Don't be like that. Just because you two don't get along."

"We get long just fine, long as we’re at least across town from one another.”

“I wish you’d make a bigger effort. I thought holding grudges and being petty was a guy thing.”

“You…oh, that’s right, you never joined a sorority house. Look, it’s not that I don’t like Bob. Alright? I like him because, well, because…oh, alright, I don’t like Bob. He’s good looking, but he knows it and doesn’t let you forget it. He’s attentive, but in the way a cat toying with a mouse is attentive.
“But, he makes you happy. So, I suppose he must have something more to him that I don’t see. I just wish you’d let yourself realize that you can be happy without relying on Bob so much.
“Do something yourself to make you happy.”

“I do.”

“Like what?”

“Well…I have my hobbies.”

“You have hobbies?”

“Yes, I do, silly. Don’t give me that look of incredulity. I keep up with all the same things I did when we were in school. I read. I dabble at writing poems and stuff. I have that dance class and my aerobics group. There’s also the karate school you made me sign up for after what happened freshman year.”

“You still take that?”

“Sure. It’s fun. I’ll be a brown in a little while, and my sensei says I could’ve been a black ages and ages ago, but that I lack proper dedication.”

“I see. And what else?”

“What makes you think there’s anything else?”

“Susan, how long have we known each other? Please, I could sense the pause even as you found words to cover it.”

“Oh, well, um, it’s just that I’ve been reading some of those books you left me. The ones that made me blush so badly just looking at their covers. They were…interesting.”

“I told you. There’s more to sex than lying on your back and screaming Bob’s name over and over.”

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“You know. Anyways, I started doing some surfing and looking into some of the things more closely.”

“And…? Did you like what you saw? You did, I can see it in your smile. Don’t look away. Look at me. My, my, my…you got wet, didn’t you? Are you telling me you have discovered sex, after all this time?”

“You could say that.”

“What are not you telling me? Out with it.”

“I thought you liked playing guessing games.”

“When I know what it is I’m supposed to be guessing. What’s this about? What’d you do?”

“It’s not a question of what.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope.”

“Are you telling me what I think you are telling me?”

“Well, maybe…maybe I am.”

“You little slut. Well, don’t stop, I want all the details.”

“Well, it was just some flirting in a chat room. You know, on yahoo? But as it went on, we went to private messages, and then I asked...”

“Asked…you asked what?”

“I wanted to see if the draw was there away from the computer screen. I had to see if we were just able to talk and flirt and banter back and forth because of the distance our keyboards and monitors gave us.”

“What did you do?”

“We met at Starbucks. What does anyone do these days? I drove down to the mall and walked about for a while, checking out the crowd around the kiosk. Finally, a few minutes before we’d said we would meet, I bought an enormous chocolate something or another…all sticky and sugary, with white icing dripping onto its plate...and one of those cinnamon cappuccinos you turned me on to. And I waited.”

“Did he show up?”

“Yeah, he showed. He wasn’t this hidden stud, but he wasn’t a total geek either. He’d actually downplayed his looks to some extent. I knew it was him, though. He strolled up, bought a black coffee, turned to look over the nearby tables. He smiled.
“Trace, it was like something out of one of those romances you used to tease me about. Just totally cheesy, the way he just knew who I was and came right to my table.
“He set his coffee down and partially pulled out the chair across from me. ‘Susan? Hi, I’m Jack,’ he said and offered me his hand.”

*******

So....thoughts?

 

[SummerMorning]

*bump*

 

[Black Tulip]

Remec,

Sorry I did not react sooner.

I read your story so far and would like to know where you'll be going with it. Meaning I'm still an interested reader at this point. Take care that it's not too much of a cliche, I feel that hovering.

Only thing bothering me: is "gotcha" and "yeah" not more guy talk than girl talk? Not sure, but you'll know better than me.

 

[minsue]

Only thing bothering me: is "gotcha" and "yeah" not more guy talk than girl talk? Not sure, but you'll know better than me.

Female here, last I checked , and I say both "gotcha" & "yeah". Never really thought of them as being guy talk, but then I have been told by many that I speak like a guy. (I think it's because of my foul language )

 

[Black Tulip]

Yes, well, ok.

I learned my English in the sixties, when it had to be proper BBC in pronounciation and most certainly no American words were allowed.
Reading American books instead of the compulsory 15 works of British literature was not even a consideration.
That's why I said I wouldn't know for sure.

 

[Remec]

Yes, well, ok.

I learned my English in the sixties, when it had to be proper BBC in pronounciation and most certainly no American words were allowed.
Reading American books instead of the compulsory 15 works of British literature was not even a consideration.
That's why I said I wouldn't know for sure.

It's a good point, though. I think depending on the person and the conversation, women are prolly more likely to say "yes" than "yeah", but both words are sort of universally used Americanisms.

As for the rest...

I read your story so far and would like to know where you'll be going with it. Meaning I'm still an interested reader at this point. Take care that it's not too much of a cliche, I feel that hovering.

I'm not sure where it's going. It seems to have deviated already from what I had had in mind, and, yes, I saw the same cliche coming (I think). There's a question...when you see something on the horizon of a story that smacks of cliche or other well-used literary structure, do you try and avoid it, or see how it comes out and then edit/rewrite to fix it?

 

[Black Tulip]

I usually let the story wind down its own path and then try to give it a twist if that's necessary. Or, let it be cliche, but make it as good as possible.

 

[Black Tulip]

Praise the Muses, I'm back to writing again. I even started something for the latest challenge. I know, way too late, but hey, at least I try to write.

How about the rest of you lot?

 

[Black Tulip]

Ok, I tried something for the challenge of Neonlyte.

It's not a finished story, but I tried to make it believable that a nice man uses force. Can he be talked into non-consent?

I would like to know if what I've written so far is credible. Do you accept it if this guy takes what he wants, if I finally get to the sex. LOL

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Character play

"Damn, damn, damn." If it hadn't been too childish I would have kicked something across my office. Now, I had to be content with slamming the door shut with all the force I could muster. "Stupid bitch." I was much too angry to shit down so I grabbed a cigarette, lit it and started walking back and forth. Luckily my office was big enough to allow me some space to do so.

What the hell was going on? This morning I came down to the office happy as can be. Business was booming, a new video production was about to take off and I had just hired myself a gorgeous new script girl who didn't mind my feeling her up a bit. Of course she hoped I would give her a part in a movie some day soon, hell, they all did. And sometimes I even did, but not before I had tested their potential, in a manner of speaking.

The thought of Jessica in the outer office calmed me down a bit and I finally settled behind my desk, drumming my fingers as I gazed out the big window. The shooting was scheduled to start tomorrow and all that was left to do was the finishing touch to the set, the last run through with the costumes, well what there was of it, and a final walk through of the script with the stars. I felt my blood pressure rising again and groaned out loud. Both leading actors had cancelled the meeting. I punched the intercom.

"Jessica, get David for me on the phone and then get your ass in here."

"David? Vassily here. What the fuck is going on."

Jessica came in and I gestured her onto the couch. I had to make an effort to concentrate on David's drivel as she sank down lower than she anticipated and her legs flew in the air. It never failed and I grinned at the flash of her panties. She was quick, that girl, and gave me a knowing look before grinning back. With a coy look on her face she smoothed her short skirt and pressed her knees closed.

"What? Come again." I suddenly paid a lot more attention to the voice on the other end of the line. "David, are you telling me she won't work with you because she thinks you're a wimp?" I shook my head at the stupidity of the guy. "Be in my office in an hour. I'll fix that my friend."

For a moment I gazed at Jessica without really seeing her. As I focussed on her I laughed softly. "Jess, have you ever called a guy a wimp?" She nodded. "Why? What did you mean by that?"

She shrugged and pushed her glasses up her nose. That was one of the reasons I had hired her. Those glasses looked so incongruous on her angel face and certainly didn't match with her bombshell body. What can I say, I'm a sucker for contrasts.

Jessica cleared her throat. "Well, I had this boyfriend once, and he was always asking if it was all right to do this, or do that, or would I mind if..." She sighed and lifted her shoulders. "He never did anything on his own. He was always asking ... permission." Seeing me nod in understanding she went on. "I like a guy to take the initiative, you know."

Oh, yes, I did know. I knew exactly what she meant and it confirmed my suspicion about her. Jessica definitely liked to be told what to do. "You met Carmen Lunetta?" She smiled and nodded her head enthusiastically, not yet used to rubbing elbows with the rich and famous of the porn industry. "Is she like you? Likes to be told?"

It really was a rhetorical question. I had known Carmen a long time but it was too good an opportunity to learn more about Ms. Jessica. "Come here." I gestured to a spot near my desk and watched her struggle for a moment with my switch from equals in a discussion to something entirely else. "Now, Jessica."

With interest I saw her big blue eyes widen even more as the blood rushed to her face. She walked over to the spot I had indicated and I was pleased to see the coy look had vanished. Her head was held high but she looked unsure as she stood with her hands clasped in front of her. For a few moments I just let her stand there, studying the luscious body and the short blond curls that danced around her face.

She bit her lip and I could see her breathing speeding up. Yes, Jessica definitely liked to be told. "Well? Do you think Carmen would like to be told as well?"

"Yes, I think she does." She hesitated for a moment. "Are you going to?"

"No. David is. You got the script with you?" I held out my hand. "Good. Now, sit and think along."

I would have loved to push her a bit more, but business before pleasure. There would be time enough after I had solved this crisis. Shaking my head I quickly brought Jessica up-to-date on the unbelievable timidity of my leading star. God, how was it possible? The guy was a stud, the perfect picture of manliness, but did he act the part? Jeez. What a spineless wuss.

It took us maybe half an hour and I had every reason to be proud of myself. Not only was Jessica very pleasant on the eyes, she had a sound head on her shoulders as well. Once she understood what I wanted she came up with some pretty nice suggestions.

"Good. Now type it out for David, then go to my place. Here's the key. Take Lew and Morone with you and set the place up."

Jessica left the door ajar and I could hear her hammering at her keyboard, working fast to get the new script ready. I checked my watch, still twenty minutes before David would show up and I started to plan my conversion of him. Lighting another cigarette I gazed out of the window again. Slowly I felt a smile form on my face, turning into a big grin. Oh yes, I thought, I could get him into my camp. With my left hand I hooked the phone over, punched Carmen's number and told her to be at my house at five for drinks and dinner.

Of course it was a lowball trick, but I chuckled all the same when I tried to imagine the scene I had planned. As David knocked on the door I stabbed out my umpteenth cigarette of the day and beckoned him in.

"Take a seat. Drink?"

He nodded and I fixed him a Vodka with ice, pouring myself a glass of water. You couldn't tell the difference, but I would sure know it. After handing him his drink, I leaned against my desk, lifted my glass to him and took a sip.

"Here's to bitches."

David hesitated at that, he was such a pathetic gentleman, so damn p.c. I could see he needed a lot of goading to make him mad enough and insulted enough to want to take revenge. Show her he was not the sissy she had made him out to be. I shrugged, never mind that. I had still two hours and some Vodka left to get him there.

"Come on, David. Don't tell me you liked it. You must have felt some resentment? I mean, she actually called you a wimp?"

I could see the color rise in his face at my mocking tone. Good, he felt uncomfortable. "So, what are you going to do about it?"

"Do? What do you mean, do about it?" The poor sod sounded almost indignant.

"Well, you're not going to let her get away with it, are you? Jeez, the woman is blocking your way to earn your fee man." His eyes suddenly looked up to me. I couldn't fucking believe it. The idiot had not even realized that yet. "And for what? Because you treated her like a lady? That's crazy." I held his eyes as I took another sip, and he mirrored my actions faultlessly.

"You know something. I hadn't thought of that." His voice sounded very surprised. "I should do something about that, shouldn't I?" The look on his face was that of a kid desperately trying to earn the approval of the teacher.

"Yes, I think you should." I lifted my glass and again he followed my lead.

A look at my watch showed me I had been at him for more than an hour and boy, did I need to take a leak. All that water was nearly coming out of my ears, but the same amount of Vodka had David nice and pliable. Add to that my uplifting words and we were nearly ready to go.

Coming back from the bathroom I let him see how I suddenly got a great idea.

"You really want to get back at her? I just thought of something."

"You have?"

But you have to be really sure. I don't want to make you do something you'll regret later, David."

"No, no of course not. What is it?"

"Well..." I hesitated for a moment. "No, I don't think..." I shook my head and looked at him with a concerned look on my face.

"What? Come on, Vassily, what?"

"Carmen is coming over to my place tonight." I looked at my watch in surprise. "In fact she'll be there in half hour." I lit another cigarette, inhaled deeply and let the smoke slowly escape again. "You could come with me." I watched the smoke drift up to the ceiling. "Show her you have balls after all."

"What do you mean. Show her? How?"

"David, David, David. You're such a gentle man." I laughed my own short bark. "A real gentleman." I shut down my computer, collected my things and started to get into my jacket. "Haven't you been listening? If you want to show her you are not a wimp, you have to be forceful. Believe me, she'll like that."

I walked to the door and turned to look at David. "I'm leaving now. You're welcome to come along. You can even use my house if you want to."

Not really able to hide my grin completely, I preceded David out of the building on his way to play a role in my latest production.

 

[Guest]

Well, I definitely want to read the end of it, lol.

 

[neonlyte]

Btulip & Crimson
My apologies for having been out of the loop since posting the challenge.

Quite frankly, I haven't a clue where to start on the challenge which is rather stupid since I posted it!

BT, I think you have a great opening to a story, you have set the field, established the players and introduced the tension, I would very much like to read more. Great character names by the way, Carmen Lunetta sounds the part and David conjurs mixed messages from Michalengelo's David to it being a 'wimpy' name for a stud. Good choices. And I've always thought there was something 'naughty' in the name Jessica, strange the ways of the mind.

My advice, keep writing.
NL

 

[Black Tulip]

Ok, a small update. My story is growing and growing and growing. LOL
I'll let you all know when it's up. Right now it's time for a new challenge I think.

• No word limit
• Category: Letters and transcripts
  (I don't even know what those are.)
• Subject: a religious ceremony

Time till Monday, June 14th. Have fun.

 

[minsue]

Ok, a small update. My story is growing and growing and growing. LOL
I'll let you all know when it's up. Right now it's time for a new challenge I think.

• No word limit
• Category: Letters and transcripts
  (I don't even know what those are.)
• Subject: a religious ceremony

Time till Monday, June 14th. Have fun.

Now that should be interesting...

 

[Black Tulip]

*bump*

 

[minsue]

*bump*

I second that bump!

All in favor?

 

[Black Tulip]

Sort of a bump.

The last but one challenge resulted in a story that will be up in the Story Discussion Circle next week, I think.

The last challenge is only a first draft, as I don't have the time right now to polish it. There's lots of historical details that need to be fixed. Same goes for the Latin.

Needless to say, any comment is appreciated. If there's somebody out there besides me?

Letter to Tacitus

Noviomagus, Marzo 15th 69

Dear uncle,

I know it has been a while since I wrote to you but I warned you I would be transferred to the northern border. I have been here for some time now in a place called Noviomagus. It is the home of the famous 10th Legion and I must say it is very impressive to see the camp with its 5,000 soldiers. The climate is awful here. It is cold and damp and it rains nearly every day. The only decent thing is the beer the natives are brewing.

The tribes around here seem rather friendly, although Vitellius has been erecting a lot of towers along the big river that forms the border. The natives call it the Rhine. It is broad and in springtime very swift and turbulent, but the tribe near here consists of fierce warriors who are very good swimmers. I have seen them cross the river with their horses and it was a splendid sight. Vitellius says they are loyal allies, those Batavi, and their own city Oppidum Batavorum is very near.

They are not like the Friesians and the Caninefati, because those prompted Vitellius to erect his towers. The leader of the Batavi is a man named Claudius Civilis. Rumor has it he is the second son of their old king, who died in one of the early skirmishes. Whatever the case, I heard this Claudius is a loyal follower of Vitellius and quite willing to let his people benefit from our knowledge.

It will not surprise you to hear I have been benefiting from this allegiance to learn more about the barbarians themselves and their heathen practices. I was able to befriend one of the centurio of those Batavi. Not that they call their officers that. I think his rank in his own language is "hoofdman" or something like that. They are rather tall, most of them with fair hair and light eyes and they are excellent swimmers. Even their children and females are at ease near the river. Their names are very odd and to try and pronounce them gives you a sore throat. I know you like this kind of details so I'll write them down. You'll have to wait till we meet again to know what they sound like. My friend is called Brant, which means so much as firebrand.

Since last midwinter gathering I doubt they will visit the river in the same carefree manner however. I think Vitellius made a terrible mistake in seizing a lot of youngsters for his brothel. My "hoofdman" was very angry. He refused to speak to me about it, as he knows it was nothing to do with me, but I can tell something is wrong.
I used to be welcome in their settlement and the people were quite willing to talk to me, yes I learned to speak their Jovi-cursed language a bit. But not so any more. All I get these days is angry looks and lots of muttering behind my back.

It will not amaze you, uncle, to hear their hostility will not deter me in finding out more about their heathen practices. In a few days time they are going to celebrate spring equinox. I found out a lot already and one of their goddesses is called Freya. She is their goddess of love and fertility, and said to be the most beautiful and friendly of the goddesses. For them she is the patron goddess of crops and birth, the symbol of sensuality and they call upon her in matters of love. They believe she loves music, spring and flowers, and is particularly fond of the elves (fairies).

I was not able to learn what the festivities will entail, but it was agreed some time ago that I was welcome to watch them. After that stupid action of Vitellius however, they said the deal was off. I had promised them some knowledge about medicinal plants in return. You can understand how I sighed at their stupidity. It will not hamper my plans of course. I will merely have to be inconspicuous. Don't laugh, I can do that very well, even though you always said I was too big to be a spy. To these Batavi I am not exceptionally tall you see. And my dark hair will help to conceal myself in the darkness.

Yes, that is all I know right now. The celebration of life in honor of this Freya will take place on the evening of the spring equinox. Given the nature of this goddess I can guess what kind of revelry I'm going to see. I think it's best if I wait with giving this letter to a runner till I can tell you what it was like. I'll write to you in a few days time.

Luckily there will be opportunity enough to send my letters back to you in Rome. After word reached us that Nero killed himself Vitellius decided to go back. He is convinced he is the right choice to become the new Caesar. We heard a rumor that Vespasianus has the same idea. Whatever the outcome, Vitellius left and therefore a lot of traffic will be going back and forth between here and Rome.
His strengthening his legions was another reason for the grumblings among the Batavi of late. They didn't take too kindly to his "recruiting" so many of their youngsters during the last couple of months. Especially not since he took them with him to Rome. They have no idea where that is, they only know it's far away and as warriors they realize most of their sons will never come back.



Noviomagus, Mars 22nd 69

Dear uncle,

I am not sure how much time is left for me to finish this letter. A lot of things have happened and I will try to tell you all before I have to go. In a few hours time I will be on my way to Xanten, the big encampment further up the river Rhine and from there I will try to journey further south till I can cross the Alps and come home again. But in case I will not make it, this letter will be sent to you as soon as I leave this cursed place.

Last night I went to the Batavi settlement. I knew the celebration of spring equinox would be held in the forest, but not where. They have sacred places with ancient oak groves and I would never have found such a place on my own so I concealed myself behind their temple and followed the high priestess of Freya.

Brant had pointed her out to me once, after he saw me ogling a tall blond woman with a very lush figure. It seems the woman speaking for Freya is not the property of one man, but serves all as a vessel for the goddess. I know, it shocked me too. They call their whores priestesses, they are truly barbarians.

Well, I followed this priestess into the forest and when she reached an open space with a very ancient oak tree in the middle I was able to conceal myself in the bushes. The priestess was in the company of quite a few girls. I think they were of an age to cross into womanhood. They spent quite some time praying, I guess. The priestess was muttering softly to the tree at least. They made garlands of spring flowers and sang while doing that. I tell you, they looked like daughters of the gods with their blond hair and generous curves.

When the sun dipped below the trees the girls sipped from some kind of concoction and when the people of the settlement joined them the girls formed a circle around the big tree. Nothing special so far, you will say. Well, not exactly uncle. You see, the girls were only wearing their flower garlands by now and I had some trouble to keep quiet. My own tree wanted to be a part of the festivities too.

The priestess was in the middle near the tree, around her the females formed a circle with their faces outward and the outer circle was made up of males, facing the young women. I think the men who took part in this celebration were the unmated warriors but I can't be sure. There's no chance to ask them now.

The females started to sing and to dance and their swaying was mesmerizing not only the warriors, but your poor nephew as well. I had to clutch the nearest tree to keep from rushing in. They looked so gorgeous; their young ripe bodies with smooth skin, firm thighs and proud breasts all for the taking. Alas, not mine.

After singing and dancing for what seemed like hours, their movement stopped and the priestess started to speak. Unfortunately I could not hear what she said but it seemed like some sort of ritual as the women answered her and the warriors as well.

What happened then was truly amazing. The priestess disrobed as well, ah what a body she revealed, magnificent. That was not all however, she started caressing her own body and when she climaxed her juices fed a clump of pale pink anemones.

Obviously, that was the sign for all to engage in a giant feast of deflowering and fornication. I suspect the girls were given some sort of potion, as most of them were more than willing to let the warriors spread their legs. There was some initial whimpering but that was soon lost in the moaning and sighing from all those present.

As I watched my own flesh got hot and strained and I think I may have been temporarily possessed by the spirit of this Freya. You see, when the priestess left the clearing, leaving the young folks to their pleasures, I followed her and....


There will be a third letter, but that has to wait till I have the time for it.

 

[Guest]

still working on this one... hope to finish it sometime tonight

 

[Guest]

Ok, so this is a week late, but it's finished, lol.

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May 2, morning

I am so nervous. Tonight is the initiation ceremony. I have heard that some novices do not make it through initiation because they refuse to participate upon discovering what happens during the ceremony. Surely, it can't be anything too difficult. Otherwise, the family would not be as large.

Cindy, the novice with whom I share a room, said the female novices' initiation was completely different from the males'. Males only need to spend a certain amount of time doing chores around the compound and take classes under the elders of the family for instruction on the path of Father Jed. There is no formal ceremony to bring them into the family.

This afternoon Sister Amy will instruct us on what to expect during our initiation. I must go now. We have devotional time before our meeting with Sister Amy. Hopefully, I will have to time to add to my journal before the ceremony.



May 2, afternoon

Wow.

The meeting with Sister Amy was quite enlightening. Afterwards, three novices disappeared. We were told they refused to participate in the ceremony and were driven into town by one of the elders so they could go back to whatever life they had before joining the family as a novice.

I don't really understand why those three didn't anticipate what Sister Amy told us. Our training during the novice phase focused on becoming one with the family and giving ourselves completely to Father Jed's path. Surrendering our will to Father Jed was stressed repeatedly. So I was not surprised at all when Sister Amy revealed our initiation would involve giving our bodies to Father Jed or an elder of the family as a symbol of our complete devotion and willingness to submit to Father Jed's path.

I am ready.



May 3, morning

Last night, the family held the initiation ceremony for the novices. Oh what a wonderful night it was! I am so blessed to have been allowed to become a member of the family of Jed.

Sister Amy led us to the preparation chamber so that we could purify ourselves for Father Jed. I stepped into the steaming water of the waiting bath and breathed in the heady, sensual aroma of lavender and sandalwood. Sinking down into the warm liquid, I relaxed against the back of the tub.

“You’ll need these,” Sister Amy said as she handed me a razor and shaving gel. “Father Jed likes our bodies to be smooth. That means you must shave your special place as well.”

I almost laughed at Sister Amy’s words, but I knew she was Father Jed’s most honored devotee and first wife and mocking her would not be a good way to begin my initiation into the family. I took the items from her and sat up in the tub. We only had a short time to prepare and the clock was ticking.

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Soft choral music filtered down the hallway from the initiation chamber. The heavy robe scratched against my bare skin as I followed the other novices down the hall and into the chamber. Shadows danced against the wall as the flames on the candles flickered from the movement of the bodies in the room.

“Welcome my precious ones,” crooned the deep voice of Father Jed. “Come join me on the family bed.”

In the middle of the circular room rose a large platform, which was covered with thick mattresses, soft blankets, and fluffy pillows. A large number of people could easily fit on the bed, which led me to wonder what wild actions had taken place here. A step stool sat in the floor next to the platform to allow one to climb up onto the bed. The platform was higher off the ground than a normal bed in order for the activities being played out on top to be visible to those watching from the floor below. And there were many on the floor below. Row after row of robed family members circled around the bed, each member eager for the initiation of the novices to begin.

One by one we climbed onto the bed and gathered around our beloved leader, who was waiting for us in the center.

“It is time, my children. It is time for you to join the flock. You’ve each given serious thought to whether or not you belong here. Each of you has come to the conclusion that this is to be your home and family. Now, you are ready to take the final step. Your relationship with me and the rest of the family is to be consummated tonight. Tonight, you will prove your devotion and loyalty. Take off your robes and toss them to the floor as a symbol of your willingness to give yourself to me and the family!” Father Jed commanded.

Robe after robe flew to the floor as each novice bared herself to the family. Father Jed stood in the middle of the bed and untied his robe, letting it fall to his feet in a heap, revealing sculpted muscles in bronze rippling up his tall form. Jutting proudly from a tuft of curly ebony hair, his thick shaft stood at rapt attention, the fleshy head purple with excitement.

“Only one of you will have the honor of being initiated by me. The rest of you will service the elders. My special one will be chosen by a contest. Each of you will have ten minutes to orally pleasure me. Only the novice who brings me to release will be worthy of the honor of being initiated by me. If none of you are successful, then family members will be responsible for seeing the initiation through, and I will return to my chambers.”

One by one the novices took turns licking and sucking Father Jed, each hoping to bring him to release before her time expired. Finally, it was my turn. Thus far, Father Jed had maintained excellent control and had managed to withstand the adoring ministrations of the other novices. I was determined to give it everything I had and shatter that control. Grasping his thick cock at the base, I licked up his shaft, sliding my tongue along the sensitive vein. As I did this, I looked deep into his eyes, for I knew that guys got off on watching women suck them. Teasingly, I ran my tongue along the underside of his fleshy head, flicking lightly against its ridge.

My hand massaged his balls as I took him into my mouth. Running my tongue over his sensitive head, I wrapped my lips around his shaft and slid downwards, shoving his cock deep inside my wet mouth. I relaxed my throat and then moved my head downwards, sending his thick shaft plunging down the tight canal of my throat.

Knowing I had little time in which to succeed, I enthusiastically bobbed up and down on his hard rod, burying it deep within my throat each time I impaled myself. My hand busily caressed his balls, and taking a chance, the other hand slipped between his legs and began to softly rub around his puckered hole. I was willing to try any trick in the book to bring Father Jed to orgasm before my time was finished.

I could feel his control slipping as his fingers curled into my hair, and he began to actively thrust into my wet mouth. With each stroke in, his ebony curls tickled my nose as his thick cock rammed deeply down my throat. His tight hole relaxed under my massaging finger, and I gently slid inside him up to my first knuckle. A groan issued from his throat as I found the lumpy bump of flesh inside him and began to gently massage it.

Salty precum leaked from the fat head of his cock, and I licked it off with my tongue as he slammed vigorously into my mouth. All self control had deserted him as he held onto my head and furiously fucked my mouth. I felt his thick shaft tighten and then he moaned loudly as hot spurts of cum shot down my throat.

"Elders, see to the other novices, I have found one worthy of my attention," Father Jed commanded as he sat down on the family bed and pulled me onto his lap to straddle him, my knees snug against his hips. "My child, you are the first novice in a long while to prove herself worthy of my personal attention. Because of this, you will move into my quarters, and if you prove yourself worthy, you will become my third wife."

A thrill shot through me at his words. Rumors had been floating around the family that Father Jed was desiring a younger wife. His displeasure at the paltry number of offspring born by his two other wives was well known.

His lips hungrily pressed against mine and his tongue pushed against them, demanding entrance to my warm mouth. Eagerly, I opened them and his tongue darted forwards and joined mine in a passionate dance. His hand caressed my breast as the lustful kiss continued, and I arched my back, pushing myself further into his touch.

Gently at first he rubbed my nipples, drawing tingles of pleasure as the pink peaks grew firm and erect. Our tongues still danced a ritual of passion as his touch grew rougher, his fingers lightly pinching my pert nipples. I moaned as darts of pleasure shot through me, igniting my smoldering lust into a raging inferno of desire.

He broke the kiss and licked down my neck, pausing to suck my flushed flesh between his full lips, leaving a mark of passion in his wake as his tongue glided over my collarbone. My breath drew in with a hiss as his tongue flicked across my nipple, the wetness causing it to harden even more in the cool air of the room.

His fingers dug into the round globes of my ass as his mouth closed over my nipple, sucking it roughly. My hips began to rock, pushing my newly bare pussy against his pelvis. The sensastion of his wiry hair rubbing against my sensitive bareness sent a delightful shiver up my spine.

I had lost all track of time and place. My body was solely aware of his touch and the blissful pleasure that flooded my senses as his mouth ravished my breasts and his fingers dug into the fleshy roundness of my ass. I rocked against him, and my pussy throbbed with desire as it rubbed against his hardening cock.

Suddenly, he pushed me backwards, spreading my legs widely with his powerful hands as he lay between them. His hot breath tickled my outer lips as he bent towards them. A moan escaped me when his tongue made contact with my bareness. He licked up and down my slit before eagerly pushing between my lips. My hips jerked upwards when his tongue flicked across my throbbing nub.

He released my legs, allowing them to rest over his shoulders and his fingers pulled my lips apart, spreading them wide to allow him complete access to my center of pleasure. My body shuddered as he assaulted my clit with his mouth. He licked around and around, circling my clit as it grew with desire.

My head thrashed from side to side as his tongue lapped at my clit, licking it from the bottom up as if it were a lollipop of which he was desperately trying to reach the center. My heels dug into his back and my ass raised off the bed, grinding my pussy against his mouth as my body desperately sought release from the rising tide of mind bending pleasure.

Whimpering in protest as his mouth pulled away from my clit, I pushed upwards, seeking more contact with his tongue. I moaned loudly when his finger pushed inside my hot entrance. He thrust inside as he kissed up my body.

"You're so wet," he whispered in my ear as his finger withdrew from me and I felt his plump head pushing insistently against the entrance to my throbbing pussy.

"Please," I begged as I pushed against him, desperately trying to impale myself on his hardness. My plea was rewarded with a spearing thrust that drove his thick cock deep inside my wet walls.

Slowly he thrust inside me as I bucked against him. The slowness of his strokes inside me was maddening, and I wrapped my legs around him, hoping to coax him into quickening his pace as I attempted to pull him deeper into me. My nerves were raw with desire, each one screaming for release from the tremendous pressure building inside me.

His breathe was hot on my ear as he whispered, "What do you want my child? Tell me."

I could only groan as his hard cock plunged deeply inside me.

"Tell me what you want," he commanded. "I want to hear you say it. Tell me or I will keep pushing ever so slowly inside you, denying you what you so desperately crave."

"Fuck me!" I screamed as my body writhed beneath him.

His hands held mine above my head as he slammed into me. "Yes!" I screamed as he plunged into my depths, the slow lazy pace of his thrusts replaced with a frenzy of motion as he drove into me.

My arms and legs wrapped around his body, and I clung to him as he fucked me with wanton abandon. Repeatedly his cock slammed deeply inside my throbbing pussy, each thrust driving the build up of pleasure higher and higher.

Suddenly everything went bright white and I screamed as the passion inside me shattered into a powerful explosion of pleasure. My nails dug into his back as spasm after spasm of orgasmic bliss wracked my body. My pussy contracted around his hard cock, squeezing his shaft in a pulsating embrace as I writhed and moaned beneath him.

"Fuck yes," he growled as he plunged deep inside me and shot stream after stream of hot cum splashing against my spongy walls. As I recovered from the powerful release of passion, I became aware of grunts and moans filling the room and the sounds of bodies slapping against each other.

Father Jed rolled off me and lay beside me on the bed. "Listen my child," he said. "Listen to the sounds of new members being welcomed into the family."

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After the ceremony ended, the male novices were instructed to move my belongings from the hut the female novices shared into Father Jed's quarters. I share a room with, April, his third devotee. She doesn't seem very pleased to have me here. I think it is because I might become Father Jed's third wife instead of her.

I have no more time to write today as members of Father Jed's household have daily chores and of course, personal devotion time spent in Father Jed's bedchambers. I am so excited to have been bestowed the honor of becoming a member of Father Jed's family. I hope I can fulfill his expectations.

 

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BT, I'll read and comment on your story sometime today. Sorry, life's been hectic and getting in the way.