Welcome To The Club
My name is Ginger, and I am bound and my mouth is sealed shut with duct tape. I am naked as well, and I don’t see my clothes anywhere. Bad news. I look around the small cabin where the girls have kept me captive, trying to find a spot where they could have possibly hidden my clothes. But I don’t see anything. I look out the window and see the sun has changed. I realize it’s going to be afternoon soon, and they still aren’t back. I look at the thick ropes that bind my wrist and give them a little shake. No give. Not even a hint of slack, my god. Panic began to claw its way to the surface, and I immediately shut my eyes and take slow, deep breaths. The slightest hint of panic isn’t going to do me any good. It won’t do to let it break through my calm, still surface. With another slow, deep breath, I succeed in choking my panic down and putting it back right where it belongs, which is in some unexplored abyss in me.
A draft dances through the window, and I shiver. I am lying in bed. My wrists and ankles are tied to the bedposts in the corners. I am bare, open, and vulnerable. I am grateful there is nobody around to see me in this shameful state, but at the same time, the solitude scares me. There is nobody around for miles. The girls know where I am—we spent the whole morning together, in fact—but they are nowhere in sight. I don’t believe for a second they would consider leaving me here, bound and gagged, until evening. Or maybe I’m just kidding myself. I don’t know the answer to that.
I clear my throat. I realize I’m thirsty. I can’t remember the last time I drank some water although the last liquid I drank was the fluid leaking from between Georgia’s legs. I shut my eyes as I remember the taste and feel of Georgia’s flesh in my mouth. Her juices were sweet with a slightly salty taste beneath the sweetness. But the feel of her flesh was another thing. My tongue creeps out from my mouth and runs across my lips. Georgia’s cunt felt so soft, so fragile. I couldn’t stop sucking on her clit and the folds that paved the way to her most private slit. Hell, I couldn’t even stop myself from licking the inside of her thighs. She had smooth, creamy skin that my tongue couldn’t get enough of. I’m not sure if going to bed for another girl makes me a full-fledged lesbian, but if I have a partner as hot as Georgia Douglas, I’d definitely begin singing another tune.
Thinking of Georgia gets me going. I can’t touch myself down there to be sure, but I feel a strong stirring in between my legs and I know I am wet down there again. I squirm and shift my body on what little motion it can. The sheets are stiff and sticky with come. Of course, what does one expect from a group of five girls who have been doing some kinky actions in between the sheets? I am far from obsessive compulsive, but I am sort of a neat freak. I dislike it when things get dirty and soiled although I am very fond of body fluids when they’re released fresh from their original owners.
I shift again, this time paying special attention to my ankles. The girls have tied the ropes more securely than I have hoped for, but they didn’t tie them tight enough to hurt. The bonds don’t cut off my circulation, nothing serious like that. But I think of how nice it would be to stretch out in any direction and position I want without having to think of or consider restrictions. I scold myself for being stupid enough to have allowed the entire thing to happen. Had I not decided to push through with the initiation, I would have been snuggled up nice and tight in my own bedroom now. Maybe I would be in my favorite pajamas with my favorite pillow cushioning my back and my favorite paperback in my hand. No unwilling nudity and thick, fat ropes. No fucking duct tape sealing my mouth shut. No feeling of thirst and not being able to do something about it. No being alone in some cabin in the woods. No shifting against sheets stiff and sticky with body fluids ejected by gorgeous females.
“No fucking, no tits, no cunts, no asses,” a voice whispered inside my head. “Admit it, Ginger, you liked the whole thing. Screw it, you wanted it. Stop fooling yourself into thinking your nipples didn’t perk up or your cunt didn’t moisten itself to attention when you thought of seeing Georgia and Bridget in their birthday suits. Ruth, Hera, and Rachel serve as a bonus, but a very nice bonus all the same. You enjoyed what happened, Ginger. You enjoyed it very much.”
I shut my eyes and protest against the voice, but with the tape covering my lips, my voice comes out all muffled. What that alien being inside my head is saying is definitely not true. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask to be stripped of my clothing, exposed indecently, and tied to the bedposts like some invaluable human being. Who would want this kind of treatment anyway? All I asked was something that resembled friendship and solid camaraderie. I’ve been duped, and I never hated myself any more than I do now.
I recall the events that unfolded this morning. I had ridden with Ruth and Georgia toward the cabin, which was owned by some friend of Ruth’s dad. I admit I was ecstatic as we started out. I feel like I belonged, like I have a bunch of girls whom I could call my friends now. I haven’t been making much progress in the friendship world since Laine, my best friend, moved to Switzerland. But these five girls were going to change everything, I told myself that morning.
Boy, did they change everything, all right.
The morning didn’t give any hint of what the rest of the day was about to bring. We got to the cabin and brought our stuff in. I was told we wouldn’t be staying overnight as some of the girls weren’t too sold with the idea of spending a night in the woods. But I brought some sleepwear and spare underwear, just in case. I’m always like that.
Once we got our stuff all settled out, Ruth took over and started the meeting. Or the initiation. Whatever. We all headed into the bedroom, as Ruth told us to. I was beginning to feel slightly queasy then, but I ignored the fluttery feeling and told myself it was all part of the process.
Everyone gathered in a circle around me. There were five of them and only one of me. As I stood in the middle of those five gorgeous girls, I felt their power and dominance. I’m not referring to looks here as I know I’m not too far behind in that department. I’m not being conceited. I’m simply telling the truth. Rachel herself told me how she and the rest of the group found me stunning. I don’t know what the group’s definition of stunning is, but I was very flattered when she told me that. That compliment was one of the major reasons I decided to push through with the whole thing.
Looking back at it now, I feel foolish. I strain against the bonds again, but the results were the same as before: no give, no slack, nothing. I sigh in frustration and resume thinking back on the events of the morning.
I stood nervously inside the circle. My eyes move from one girl to another: Bridget, Hera, Georgia, Ruth, and Rachel. The shape didn’t give any indication who was the most powerful of the five girls, but it was clear that that title belonged to Ruth. She did all the talking. She called the shots. She ordered the rest to strip me off my clothes. She slipped three of her fingers in and out of me while I buried my face in her cunt, devouring her with an intensity that bordered between crazy lust and desperation. The only reason I got to burrow in between her legs? Why, she told me to, of course. Ruth, the undisputed leader.
Things really kicked off when Ruth announced it was time to begin the ceremony. The other girls giggled, but under all that light atmosphere was a kind of solemnity that said they took the stuff seriously. I wasn’t worried, at least not yet. My instinct was then screaming I had to do all it took to get my ass out of there and scram, but who listens to their gut-feel these days? I didn’t go anywhere. That stuff only happens in the movies, but you already know that. I stayed where I was, and that decision caused me to be tied up on the bedposts without even my panties on. At least Jessie Burlingame in Stephen King’s Gerald’s Game had that small decency. I don’t have that.
At Ruth’s announcement, the girls began to take their clothes off. I stood in the middle, uncertain. I wondered why they were all getting naked. There wasn’t anything else for me to do, so I looked at each of them while they got rid of the “constricting clothing,” as Georgia said, until Ruth silenced her with
a glare.
It was Hera who stepped out of her clothes first. It was the first time I saw a naked female body aside my own, and the sight was outstanding. Maybe the fact that Hera was very beautiful (yes, I’m referring to a person, not a goddess, here) did something to that, but I doubt it. I gaped at her. My eyes couldn’t stop roaming all over her perfect body. Breasts, hips, ass, a cunt that looks cunning—Hera had them all. My tongue ran over my lips before I knew it. Hera saw it and laughed. There was a faint trace of sarcasm in her laughter.
Then Georgia was naked too, and again I turned to look at her. She was as perfect as Hera. Georgia’s breasts weren’t as big as Hera’s, but Georgia’s nipples were lighter and pinker. I knew she wasn’t a virgin, but her body suggested otherwise. I couldn’t believe how lush and fresh she looked, like a young woman whose body is just bursting with life and promise. Georgia didn’t say anything when she saw me looking, but no, she didn’t have to.
Bridget and Rachel got rid of their clothes at about the same time. Of the five girls, they were the two whom I was most unfamiliar with. I’ve known Ruth, Georgia, and Hera since we were kids. We weren’t friends, but we all went to the same school. Bridget and Rachel were the two new kids on the block. They moved into the city when we were in seventh or eighth grade, I think. No surprise the two hit off with the other three right away. Bridget and Rachel are spectacular beauties too. Like Ruth, Georgia, and Hera, they had this devil-may-care attitude that was somehow natural in girls like them. That’s how it runs in my world, anyway.
Bridget should have her picture next to bombshell in the dictionary. That’s how hot she is. She’s the typical all-American girl next door: blond, clear blue eyes, heart-shaped face, pink lips, and a figure that both girls and boys would die for. I saw she had no hair in her sex. It was the first time I saw a bare pussy in the flesh, and I was transfixed.
Rachel’s looks were the complete opposite of Bridget’s: jet-black hair, dark brown eyes, quite pouty lips, and a slightly squarish face. But while Bridget had a soft, fragile look to her, Rachel had a fierce, warrior-like aura around her. She looked so sure of herself, so unbreakable. And it didn’t hurt she had a body that could rival a model’s.
Ruth got naked last. I thought they definitely saved the best for last. Ruth was one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen—she was that gorgeous. There was nothing remarkable about her looks if you look at them separately: chestnut-colored hair, pale blue eyes, creamy skin, and hips that were made to bear children. But those elements make up one hell of an appearance when put together, and that’s what happened in Ruth. No wonder the others bowed down to her. Ruth was the goddess. The other girls were gorgeous, but next to Ruth’s beauty, they could only do so much.
The five girls were in their birthday suits. I was the only one left fully clothed inside the cabin. I look around them nervously. Breasts, hips, and shapely figures everywhere I turn. Again I wondered what they were doing. They couldn’t be getting naked over nothing, could they? I’m a girl, after all. Not that I’ve never heard of girls doing it with other girls, but I didn’t believe these girls would do something as daring as that.
Ruth said it was time to get down to business. She looked me in the eye, and again I was blown by her beauty. I had time to think God, all the things I would do to look like that before she gave some sort of signal and they all sprang into action.
The girls seized me like they were possessed. I was too stunned to say or even do anything. Two of them grabbed me at the wrists while the other two went for my ankles. Of course Ruth didn’t do anything. She merely stepped aside and watched, as if the whole thing was nothing but pure entertainment for her. Which was probably the case, but I never saw it that way back then. Although the bedroom was awash in light, I saw a glint in Ruth’s eyes that told me she was having lots of fun.
Georgia, Hera, Rachel, and Bridget carried me to the bed. Some of the shock had worn off then, so I began to struggle. I shouted at them. I asked them what the hell were they thinking they were doing. Georgia squealed and asked Bridget to hold me still while she deals with the ropes. Bridget obliged. I was even more stunned. Ropes? I realized they were going to tie me up, and I didn’t even know what was going on! Things happened so fast. Before I knew it, I was bound to the four bedposts. I was in bed and in a spread-eagled position. They haven’t taped my mouth yet.
I struggled against the bonds as the five girls gathered around the bed and looked down at me. I looked back up at them and asked them what they were doing. I told them I didn’t find the whole thing funny. I told them I wanted to be released. I told them to quit fooling around.
Ruth answered it was all part of the initiation. If I wanted to be part of them, I had to go through the whole thing. I was angry. I didn’t do anything to deserve this. I don’t deserve to be tied up like a hog. I told her she could fuck her initiation off, and she laughed merrily. She told me I was a fool, that the initiation was indeed about fucking.
“Let’s see how long you’ll last, Ginger” were Ruth’s last words before the girls went and did what they did best.
Ruth clapped, and the girls sprang into action again. Georgia turned to Hera while Bridget turned to Rachel. They pressed their bodies together and began to kiss each other hungrily.
I was stunned for the third time. So that was the initiation, watching a bunch of girls get horny and hot and heavy for each other? The concept intrigued me, but I was still too shocked to say or do anything.
Ruth acted like a judge over the entire proceeding. She pulled the chair from the vanity table and sat on it, legs crossed. Looking at her sitting so regally on that plain chair somehow turned me on. She looked so luscious. I suddenly wanted to devour her whole. My wall was breaking. My hidden lust had broken through.
“Bridget and Rachel, you go first,” Ruth instructed.
Hera and Georgia stepped back and let Bridget and Rachel have the limelight. Bridget and Rachel resumed their deep, torrid kissing. Their hands clawed and groped hungrily at each other. While they kissed, Bridget’s hands went to Rachel’s breasts. Rachel’s hands went to Bridget’s ass, squeezing tightly.
Then the girls broke their kissing. Bridget ran her tongue all over Rachel’s lips. The tongue went to Rachel’s chin, where it started its downward route. Down went Bridget’s tongue over Rachel’s throat, collarbones, and over her breasts, where it lingered for a few moments. Rachel moaned as Bridget fastened her mouth over Rachel’s tits and began to suck greedily. Rachel’s hands found Bridget’s hair and began to pull in perfect sync to Bridget’s sucking. Bridget had enough of Rachel’s breasts, and the tongue began to move down again, over Rachel’s flat stomach, over the mound where Rachel’s most secret part was and, finally, over Rachel’s cunt itself.
Rachel spread her legs wide apart as Bridget went down on her. Bridget knelt and spread Rachel’s lips apart with her hands. Bridget flicked her tongue over Rachel’s cunt, and Rachel moaned in answer. Bridget was testing, tasting, and teasing. Rachel’s moans kept getting louder. Bridget, sensing her friend’s distress, finally went the whole way by inserting her tongue inside Rachel’s slit. Rachel’s hips bucked, and she had to tighten her grip on Bridget’s hair to keep from falling to the floor.
Bridget ate Rachel’s pussy like a pro. Bridget plunged her tongue in and out of Rachel’s crack. Poor Rachel had to keep from screaming too loud. I could tell she was having a hard time keeping it all in, especially when Bridget inserted three fingers inside the slit. The whole scene was fascinating in a weird way I never thought possible. I was tied but fully clothed. But even I wasn’t spared from the erotic effect the whole show had on me. I shifted and felt something moist and sticky in my panties. Had I come? There was no way of making sure, but the sticky sensation seemed to confirm it.
I looked at the other girls and saw I wasn’t the only one getting hot and heavy with Bridget and Rachel’s show. Georgia was kneeling on the floor and playing with herself, moaning while she thrust a finger i
n and out of her. Hera was rubbing her breasts this way and that, bringing her sleepy nipples to life. She was biting her lip while she did that. The lip-biting thing turned up my arousal again, and I felt my own nipples come to life from beneath my bra. I looked at Hera again, and I saw her thighs and pussy were slick and shiny. The girl was completely turned on! Then Hera looked down and saw she was sopping wet from pure arousal. With her other hand, she reached down to her pussy, lightly ran a finger over her cunt, and brought her finger to her lips, where she sucked on it and licked it clean.
My breath caught at the sight. I drew in a sharp intake of breath, and the sound made Georgia look at me. She saw I was looking at something, so she turned in the same direction. When she saw Hera sucking on her own finger, Georgia groaned in ecstasy and immediately stood on her feet. Without much ado, she grabbed Hera and pulled her closer to the bed where I lay, all the better for me to see them get hot and heavy.
Hera was surprised by Georgia’s action, but she recovered right away. Like Rachel and Bridget (it was now Rachel’s turn to go down on Bridget, who was rocking her hips so rapidly I was worried she might break her back or something) before them, the two girls kissed like their lives depended on it. The sight of Georgia and Hera getting it on was as arousing as the sight of Rachel and Bridget kissing deeply. In my tied-up state, I couldn’t help but wonder if these girls had lackluster sex lives or something. They had boyfriends, that I know of. But whether those boyfriends met their carnal needs was something I no longer know of.
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