The Dark Goddess of the Black Rose Society

[Veroe]

((Closed for Myself and Babygirl234))​

IC: Blackthorn

Blackthorn was not his real name, but the Black Rose society existed and thrived on secrecy and anonymity. So for the purposes of this endeavor he was simply Blackthorn. He was a relatively fit man approaching his middle years, with a hint of salt at the temples in his dark hair groomed and wearing a tuxedo he looked impeccable as he drove the black Mercedes down the road farther and farther away from civilization and prying eyes.

Blackthorn glanced in the rear view mirror to look at the woman in the back seat. Monica Park sat plainly nervous for what was to come. He gave her a warm smile when she looked up to see him watching her in the mirror. He had searched the world over for her. She was perfect. Exactly the kind of girl to become the society's newest goddess of this spring's new moon ceremonies. The algorithm members of the society had designed that psychologically profiled her based off her facebook, twitter, and instagram profiles agreed with him as well.

So he had driven up to her home, knocked on the door, and handed her an vintage heavy parchment envelope that held a letter with gold embossed wording stating to her:

Miss Monica Louise Park
You are hereby summoned to attend as the new Goddess
For this year's Spring's New Moon festival of the Black Rose Society.

You will be compensated handsomely for your inconvenience after
a year of arduous adulation as Goddess of the New Moon by the
Society and its members amounting to the sum of $10,000,000.00.

Please consider your answer carefully.
You will be expected to obey any and all commands
given to you by any society member during your year of adulation.
Any and all commands.

Should you accept this summons this weekend
please sign for the package that will be delivered to your door
tomorrow and read carefully and sign
the non-disclosure agreement within.
​

He returned earlier that morning. She had answered the door in her softly conservative, baby duck pajamas. Blackthorn, dressed in his expensive suit with a black rose pinned to his lapel handed her the package and a clipboard asking her politely to sign for it before opening.

She had hesitated with the pen in hand before shrugging and scribbling her name onto the paper.

Blackthorn thanked her before turning to leave in his Mercedes.

"Wait," Monica had called after him, "What did it mean 'any and all commands'?"

"Don't get cold feet now," He replied turning to look back at her, "You already know what it means. You wouldn't have signed for the package if you weren't willing to comply with it."

He returned to his Mercedes then, "Have a good day. I shall look forward to demonstrating to you just precisely what 'any and all commands' means, Ms. Park."

When she opened the box she would have found a fancy and expensive and elegantly revealing evening gown inside cut scandalously low to reveal quite an eyeful of cleavage with a high slit on one side that showed the expanse of her long beautiful leg with each step Monica would make in it. Also was a black French lace garter belt and fishnet stockings. There was also a pair of black open toed heels that lifted her several inches sky high. Then there was a mask pure white with a plume of black feathers spreading out from the top. Finally there was the black leather collar with a solid gold buckle embellished with a tiny black rose for a fastener and a note he'd written himself.

Read and sign the NDA
Friday night at precisely 8:15pm a car will come to take you to the manor.
Wear what is provided in the box and only what was provided in the box.
Once inside the manor you will obey any and all commands given by
Black Rose society members.
​

He turned off the main road and drove forty-five minutes through the woods. Finally they pulled up to the Manor. They had arrived. He gave her another warm smile in the rearview mirror before reaching over to the passenger seat and opening his own box. There was his own mask. A golden one with black twining briar vines...the Blackthorn.

"Your NDA, Ms. Park?"

"Oh yes," She turned back to the car and snatched it from where she had left it on the car seat and handed it to him.

He opened it making sure she'd signed it. Then folded back up and then pulled something from his pocket holding it out for her. It was a chain, a leash, she realized with a shock.

"Take this and connect to your collar, Ms. Park," He told her in a tone that would brook little room for her to equivocate to the command.

Nervously Monica swallowed to wet a suddenly dry throat as she connected the leash to the collar around her throat.

"Follow me," Blackthorn said walking towards the doors swinging open to reveal a foyer filled with men in tuxedoes and many other women wearing beautiful dresses like she was all masked and collared like her.

The pull from the leash got her moving towards the mansion and her dark and depraved year long erotic odyssey as a Goddess within the Black Rose Society's manor would truly begin.

Blackthorn led up to the door saying to her. "From the moment you step through these doors to the moment you leave. Monica Park will cease to be. You will not be referred to by that name. Within those walls you will be the Goddess of the New Moon for the Society of the Black Rose."

He led her through the doors and they made a resounding sound as they shut behind them.

 

[Babygirl234]

Monica stood just inside the door for a moment, looking around the room, ignoring the tug of her new leash on her collar, surprise and nervousness clearly marked on her pale face. Reaching up, she brushed back her hair behind her ear and stepped forward with a jerk as the leash jerked her collar harder. Swallowing hard, she walked slowly, obeying the pull of her leash as she was lead throughout the room.

Conversations stopped and resumed as she passed couples and small groups of men and women in the foyer, all wearing masks. It was clear who she was, not by what she wore, but by her collar and leash. Monica was the only one who wore no face mask and it made her feel unsettled. Despite that, she wore her game smile, one that usually put others at ease in her presence. She wished she had a face mask herself, but she knew she didn't have the right to one.

"What exactly does being the Goddess of the New Moon entail, Sir, besides obeying the whims of everyone here?" she asked softly after they had circled the room. "What kind of work will I be doing exactly, and I'm sure there will be work as no one gives out such a large sum of money for taking a vacation and obeying just a few commands." She laughed, a tad nervously, and so did a few others nearby who heard.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Blackthorn

Blackthorn led up to the door saying to her. "From the moment you step through these doors to the moment you leave. Monica Park will cease to be. You will not be referred to by that name. Within those walls you will be the Goddess of the New Moon for the Society of the Black Rose."

He led her through the doors and they made a resounding sound as they shut behind them.

For a long pregnant moment Monica, his dark goddess, stood wide eyed taking in the two dozen or so men and women all in formal wear, tuxedo's and ballgowns, and masquerade masks obscuring their identities from her and each other. The other members conversations became a muted murmur as some turned to regard her and then casually return back to their quiet chatting.

He led her through them to allow the gathered members a chance to get a better look at the new Goddess for this Spring's gala.

"What exactly does being the Goddess of the New Moon entail, Sir," she asked from beside him, "Besides obeying the whims of everyone here?"

He did not answer her. He led her by the leash through halls and into a ballroom. There a orchestra was playing a waltz with several members dancing.

"What kind of work will I be doing exactly," She pressed on with a nervous laugh trying to undercut the tension she was feeling. "And I'm sure there will be work as no one gives out such a large sum of money for taking a vacation and obeying just a few commands." That came with a chuckle revealing her bared nerves.

"Follow and obey," He told her as they stepped into the center of the ballroom. "And all your answers will be revealed to you."

The members continued dancing in circles around them as they stepped up to a chain hanging from the center at the very heart of the dancefloor. there at then end of the chain hung two manacles. He took them and turned to face Monica. He lifted the manacles up for her. "You will place your hands inside these."

When she did he locked the manacles around her wrists and the chain began to raise until she stood in the center of the waltzing members her arms stretched out above her head. He turned and gave a bow towards the conducter of the orchestra and she gave a nod to him in acknowledgement and directed them to suddenly change a darker more sinister waltz piece.

"Relax now," He soothed to her, "Enjoy and remember obedience will be rewarded. Enthusiasm will be rewarded twice over."

One of the couples dancing approached and he bowed to them offering Monica's leash for them to take, "With my compliments."

The woman in a pale moon white mask with a spray of red and black feathers stretching out from shoulder to shoulder nodded accepting the leash from him. She wore a conservative looking gown from the front, but seen from behind revealed it to be very very backless. In fact it was so backless that it was plain for anyone to see she wore nothing but the dress and mask.

Blackthorn watched as she stepped close to Monica looking her up and down as if she was judging the ripeness of a melon in the produce isle of a grocery store. "My compliments to you, sir. She will be an exquisite goddess for the gala."

Her hand reached out to caress her cheek down her neck and the open expanse of the chest revealed by the low cut of the dress Monica was wearing. At the same she felt the woman's dance partner's hand stroke down her side and around her hip. The woman eyes were locked on Monica's from the eyeholes in the mask as her hand lowered and centered over her breast as her partner's hand lowered to the curve of her buttock.

Blackthorn nodded and watched for the next few minutes the couple groped and felt Monica's body through the thin defense her gown provided her. They left in good spirits. Then the next dancing couple approached to do the same and the next and next until everyone in the ballroom not playing a musical instrument had a chance to cop a feel of this year's Goddess of the New Moon.

 

[Babygirl234]

Monica placed her hands quickly inside the manacles before he even finished speaking, worried what would happen to her if she didn't show enthusiasm, or worst yet, obey fast enough. She wanted to obey and had dreamed of obeying for the last week the faceless men and women that were in charge of her, that controlled her every move.

Monica had tried to research the dark, exclusive club, but she hadn't found anything but praises for it from previous Goddesses online. She had hesitated in signing the form, but knew that if she didn't, she would always wonder and probably regret not signing.

As the first couple moved up to inspect and touch her and His words of wisdom to relax and enjoy herself entered her mind, she smiled nervously and soon relaxed at the Lady's encouraging words. She moaned softly at the first touch of flesh against her flesh, the first touch she had received that wasn't by her hands in almost 3 months.

Monica arched into the touches and moaned her appreciation for every sensation she felt. Several times during the night she would bite her lip and remind herself that this wasn't for her, but that she was to serve them. She almost came several times, but remembered at the last second not to without permission. She wasn't ready to beg for it yet, but soon she would be.

It wasn't until the last couple touched her did she finally beg softly, "Please let me come, Sir, Miss! I need to come so badly, I'll do absolutely anything for the privilege!" Her dark eyes begging, she spread her thighs out far apart as she could, her pussy dripping down her thighs and onto the floor.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Blackthorn

Blackthorn nodded and watched for the next few minutes the couple groped and felt Monica's body through the thin defense her gown provided her. They left in good spirits. Then the next dancing couple approached to do the same and the next and next until everyone in the ballroom not playing a musical instrument had a chance to cop a feel of this year's Goddess of the New Moon.

Blackthorn smiled behind his mask in some semblance of pride in her. Monica had performed well. She had let go and took the moment in all the pleasures it offered unfettered by concerns of the past or future. She existed in the now, exalted in her submission, transcendant in her acceptance. She was a goddess in chains, gasping and arching for more contact from the hands of strangers caressing and squeezing the bounty of her divine body. She bit her lip a couple times as the sexual energy boiling in the room around her threatened to overwhelm her in a climax. The members all knew to stray away from her sensitive areas to keep that from happening. Instead they kept her at a torturously delicious simmer.

She was glorious, and then came her plea to the last pair of members to grope the new goddess, "Please let me come, Sir, Miss! I need to come so badly, I'll do absolutely anything for the privilege!" Her dark eyes begging, she spread her thighs out far apart as she could, her pussy dripping down her thighs and onto the floor.

The man turned to Blackthorn and the woman signaled for the chain holding her wrists to lower. The couple held her bent over at the waist facing him. He reached out and cupped her chin squeezing her mouth into a tight pucker between his fingers. He lifted her face up until her eyes met his. "You already promised to do absolutely anything for the members the moment you stepped through that front door, Monica."

The coupled peeled her dress over her buttocks revealing her in all her panty-less glory.

He continued holding her so she couldn't pull her eyes away from his. "And your orgasm is not something to be negotiated over. You will come when we decide you have earned it."

The first couple that had groped Monica approached carrying a large leather studded paddle and held it up for them where Monica could see it. "Do you approve, Sir," She asked.

"Yes," He nodded to her and gestured to Monica's bared backside, "With my compliments, Madame."

The woman stepped around behind Monica as the waltz continued on peppered with the resounding music of a paddle striking a buttock. When the woman finished she handed the paddle to her partner for his turn at disciplining the new Goddess. The other members danced in a circle around them. Some stayed and watched then left to serve their own newly sparked lusts in one of the many rooms of the mansion. Still others came to take their turn paddling Monica.

Only when Blackthorn saw the lesson take home in Monica's eyes did he raise his hand to stay more of the members from paddling her now red and aching buttocks. He reached out and pressed the switch on the manacles she could have reached at any time to free herself. Then they let her stand up her dress now pulled back down over her deeply sore ass.

"Come," He told her taking her by the leash once again, "Now that you've met the members it is time you see what is expected of you as the Goddess of the Black Rose society."

 

[Babygirl234]

The man had a point, Monica knew that, about her agreement to submit to the whims of everyone in this room the moment she stepped in the door. But still, that didn't mean she didn't have to hold off on her orgasms until they gave her permission, did it?

Monica met the gaze of the man who held her chin with a touch of defiance in her eyes as she was forced to meet his gaze. She wanted to come so badly, her orgasm was near. She wanted to beg again, but the look in his eyes forbade it. She whined softly instead, her eyes growing wide when she saw the paddle. Oh no, that will surely set her off, she thought.

Gritting her teeth, Monica waited out the paddling, counting backward in her head as a way to distract herself from begging to come again. Begging again, she had a feeling, wouldn't be well met. Finally, feeling defeated as the urge to orgasm went away as her bum got sore and sorer yet with each paddling, she hung her head in defeat, her eyes closing a little as she did her best not to become a limp noodle in the chains. Her pride kept her legs straight and her butt up, even though she longed to stand up straight and cover it.

But the paddling was doing its job and she was being defeated in every way that counted. Monica silently vowed to do whatever it took not to get another paddling. Suddenly she realized that if her orgasms didn't belong to her, then her body might no longer belong to her anymore either. A bright spark lit her eyes for a moment before she sighed in defeat and just hung there in the chains, her eyes closing.

When the man always watching her saw the defeat in her eyes and called a stop to the paddling and let her stand up finally, she flashed him a grateful look. As he took her leash and uncuffed her, leading her away, she fell into step behind him and resisted the urge to rub her sore behind.

"I hope it doesn't consist of daily paddlings like that one, Sir," Monica said softly. "Question. Does my body even belong to me anymore, Sir, as long as I'm the Goddess?" She kept her eyes down and her voice low, not wishing to set off any alarms in him that might make him or any other person think she needed another punishment.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Blackthorn

"Come," He told her taking her by the leash once again, "Now that you've met the members it is time you see what is expected of you as the Goddess of the Black Rose society."

He led her out of the ballroom and down the lavishly decorated hallway to the southwing of the mansion. Beside him Blackthorn heard Monica softly state. "I hope it doesn't consist of daily paddlings like that one, Sir."

"Only if the members desire to discipline you." He told her as they walked down the southwing of the huge house, "Even then they may do so every day whether or not you did anything deserving of being paddled or not. If they do so at any time under any circumstances you will be expected to pull up your dress and bend over in acceptance of it...perhaps even in anticipation of it."

"Question. Does my body even belong to me anymore, Sir, as long as I'm the Goddess?" She kept her eyes down and her voice low, not wishing to set off any alarms in him that might make him or any other person think she needed another punishment.

"Your body belongs to you and you willingly submit it without hesitation to the desires of the members of the society." He reached the grand receiving room and opened the door. Inside were many of the members sitting in chairs turned to face the center of the room. There three members ushered in another woman in a dress similar to the one Monica was wearing. She like Monica was the only one not wearing a mask. In fact the similarity between them continued on closer inspection. The woman in the center of the room was tall beautiful brunette with a similar facial structure to them. In fact if stood side by side one could excused if they thought the two women were sisters or cousins. Though one was from America and the other from France.

"You are not 'The' Goddess at least not officially, not yet." He told Monica gesturing to the other woman. "Your predecessor will anoint you the new Goddess in a ceremony at the end of the week. Until then she still reigns."

They stepped forward to a chair and a pillow on the floor beside it. "Please kneel on the pillow and observe last year's Goddess. This is a crucial trial she must endure. You may gleam some insight into what will be expected of you during your reign from this."

The woman named, Veronique, had noticed them and she watched them enter. Her eyes centering on Monica. Blackthorn did not know what was going through the Goddess' mind, but if he could guess he would suggest that she may be reflecting on the night almost a year ago when she was the one kneeling on the same pillow observing her predecessor enduring the same trial.

She stood watching Monica as one of the members came up behind her and caressed her cheek before reaching behind her to unzip her dress. She shrugged out of it with practiced ease. Now naked she lowered herself to the floor Knees there, ass up in the air, back arched, and chest against the floor as well. Her arms stretched out elbows against the floor but her hands up palms open so another member rested a golden goblet onto them. Then poured what looked like wine into it.

"In the ceremony at the end of the week the goddess will use the wine in that cup to anoint you marking the transition from her reign to yours." He informed Monica. "You see the trial she must endure is whatever happens to her she must not allow a single drop of that wine to spill onto the floor. If she does she will face a week of the sort of disciplining you just went through and more, but if she succeeds she will be left alone to herself in peace for the last week of her reign here."

One of the members walked up to her carrying a taws in her hand. Over the rim of the goblet Veronique watched Monica as the woman raised the taws in hand and brought it down across the left buttock. That was only the first kiss from the taws. Blackthorn and Monica watched for the next several minutes as the taws struck her raised buttocks again and again and again. Veronique's head had lowered to press her forehead against the floor, and he heard a few choice French swear words muttered to herself, Yet the wine sloshed a little in the goblet but she managed to keep the cup safely balanced in her palms.

Then after her buttocks had been reddened to resemble the coloring of a ripe tomato the member turned and another approached and commanded Veronique to spread her legs. When she complied he placed a Hitachi wand against her pussy. Veronique's head shot up and her eyes were pointed straight at Monica but her focus was miles away. She moaned in pleasure, begging in French. Her reddened ass quaked as she pressed back into as orgasm began to approach in her. That was when the member pulled the Hitachi wand away a little. Growling in frustration Veronique strained for that last crucial amount of contact to tip her over. The wine sloshed around in the goblet from her movements and she barely managed to rebalance it without any of the wine spilling out.

The member with the Hitachi wand raised back up to his feet and walked back replaced as another came forward. This member's mask Deep Red and black stylized to that of a bull's face complete with horns jutting out from its side's. He began shedding his tuxedo revealing how very well-endowed he was. He lowered and without any preamble savagely thrust inside. His taking of Veronique was not gentle. Like the creature his mask was inspired by he drove his oversized manhood into her ready pussy with such rough force each one caused slapping sound of flesh on flesh and shook her bodily. Still she managed to keep the wine from spilling out of the goblet though.

After a few minutes of the bull's rampaging inside her Veronique was launching her hips back to meet his thrusts' intensity as the orgasm denied her earlier approached in the promise of much greater potency. When it hit the French laden moaning caught in her throat and her mouth formed a silent O shape as her eyelids fluttered and her whole body shook and trembled. Again she managed not to spill the wine.

The bull masked one now spent pulled out of Veronique and began to retrieve his clothing. The members watching applauded their Goddess's performance in the trial. She had succeeded. Now she would spend the last week of her reign free to do as she wished until the ceremony she would pass that honor to Monica. Coming down from the post-orgasmic bliss she focused her gaze to Monica and then back to the goblet and then back up to Monica. She gave her a smile not sweet and warm but darkly erotic and mischievous, which seemed to him to say to Monica, "You want where I am. Not yet. This for now is still mine."

And then she deliberately tipped the goblet in her hand spilling the now sacred wine onto the hardwood floor between them.