Chapter 3 – Emily Inducted

Entering initiation room four, Emily found herself in a good-sized, brightly-lit chamber. There was a high stool, bolted to the floor, in the centre of the room, with a small gas brazier burning beside it. Emily took a closer look and spotted the handle of a poker sticking out from the fire. A door opened on the far side of the room and a young woman stepped in to join her.

"Welcome to your initiation", said the young woman, Ruth as the embroidery on her breast pocket announced, who had just come in. “I’ll be inducting you today. Any questions as we go through the procedure, please feel free to ask. I must tell you now, though, that there is no possibility of moving or changing any of the items we must go through.”

Ruth was dressed in a smart white blouse and long black skirt, both tight fitting and doing little to hide her figure. She was about the same age and height as Emily, but, as the new girl noticed with a little touch of pride, had much smaller boobs than her. Emily was proud of her boobs, they were firm and nicely rounded, a good size but not so large they made her look top-heavy.

"Please undress. You can put all your clothes in here", the woman gave her a basket to deposit her clothes in. Emily, hesitantly, started to undress, she had expected something like this but the reality of it was beginning to overwhelm her. She was still trying to get used to the idea that she had just spent her life's savings to join a club, however exclusive, where she expected to be killed. Emily was excited to be a member of G.M.I.D. but, even after many conversations with Nicole, did not really know what to expect. She knew members were meant to keep the events in the club from outsiders, and Nicole had always been sparing on the finer detail.

She finished stripping and, putting her clothes in the basket, handed it back to Ruth. Then her eyes were drawn, inevitably, to the poker heating in the fire. The welcome pack had mentioned she would be permanently marked on arrival, but only now did the poker suggest this was going to be somewhat more gruesome than a simple tattoo.

“Is that a brand?”, Emily asked, eyes wide.

“Of course.”, said Ruth, professionally, not looking to waste time.

 "C..c..can I have a look at the seal?", a nervous Emily stuttered. "I'd like to see it before... you know"

"Well, there really isn't much to see. It's just a simple oval with 'GMID' and 'SLUT' embossed on it. Nothing fancy.", she was told as Ruth briskly attended to her. "Just bend over and you can admire it afterwards in the mirror. We don't want it getting cold before we use it, do we?"

Emily felt speechless at this, already, slightly dehumanising response. So she just bent over the stool as instructed, exposing the round cheeks of her bare arse to Ruth’s critical gaze. Ruth pushed her down more firmly onto the stool until she was fully supported by it. "Just try to relax and keep bent over the stool. Don't try to move or thrust up your ass. It's easier that way. Believe me, I know."

This last comment caused Emily to raise her eyes from the floor and look in surprise at the pretty employee. Presumably she wasn’t just a simple employee but another victim, waiting for her chance to meet her own killer. Her whole body trembling with fear and excitement, Emily tried to process this extra piece of information, was any woman in here not actively looking for the same horrors as her? She imagined the pain she was about to receive from the evil, red-hot poker and wondered how long it would take, would she be able to bear it and remain conscious?

"Open your mouth", Ruth commanded. Emily obediently opened her mouth wide, wondering why. She found out soon enough when Ruth forced a metal and leather bar gag into her open mouth and secured it. "You can bite on this. It’ll help you cope with the pain. Do try to remain conscious, it will reflect better on you if you do.”

Emily’s excitement was rising, but her fear was running it a close second. Her conscious mind was screaming at her to escape the pain, while her passionate core held her to the stool as if nailed. Both emotions were almost equally strong within her, and Emily swayed from one to the other. Now unable to tell which feeling was more appropriate to the situation.

And then she felt it. At first the pain was like lightning grabbing her backside. Emily let out a terrible shriek, without the gag she would have deafened everybody in the room, and probably the next rooms as well. The intensity of the scream made even Ruth, a seasoned professional, start a little as she felt a small shot of electricity run up her spine. The next second she had recovered herself though, and made sure the brand was kept firmly pressed against Emily’s smooth buttock, enjoying now the sobbing whimpers the girl was still emitting.

Even as the brand was held against her, Emily began to feel her body and inner self begin to betray her, before the poker had been lifted she felt moisture dripping from her now soaking pussy. She came a little as the brand was lifted from her, ripping a layer of just-cooked flesh from the wound. Her once entirely smooth and soft arse-cheek was now decorated with the beautiful seal. She was now permanently marked as the property of G.M.I.D.

"Well, you didn’t faint.” said Ruth, a little impressed even after her considerable experience. Emily’s initial shriek had clearly shown she felt the pain more acutely than the average new member, but she had still managed to remain conscious. “That performance will give you bonus points when it comes to being chosen, I'll make sure the guys know about it."

The male members often judged new girls by whether they fainted during induction. Strong girls that remained alert (and preferably screaming) were always more popular. The ideal woman would remain conscious, however they were suffering, to provide the maximum fun during torture. Many girls, when given their first hard shot of G.M.I.D. suffering, did faint. The seal had been deliberately designed over-large, with thickly embossed lines, so that when the poker was pulled away from the victim’s burned buttock it would tear out plenty of roasted flesh - bringing a final shot of agony to push a woman over the edge.

“That’s the fun over with.” said Ruth, helping the girl to stand upright once more. “Now you must select the costume you’ll wear tonight inside the club.”

Pulling open the doors on a wardrobe that occupied one wall of the room, Ruth explained, “These should all be about your size, that’s why you were sent to room 4. You can choose anything you like from here, but you must take just one set from a hanger, no mixing and matching.”

Looking through them, Emily realised all the costumes had two things in common, they were all very flimsy (not much effort would be needed to rip them off), and they were all missing at least one part that would be considered essential out in public. After a quick rummage she picked a pair of very tight shorts and a t-shirt. The t-shirt had holes cut out for her breasts to dangle though, and on the back the legend ‘Come Round The Front & Nail My Tits To A Joist’. Emily was very proud of her breasts, and the thought of them being destroyed as she dangled from the ceiling, her weight slowly ripping them apart, was another pleasure-pain dichotomy that was causing a moist, wet patch to seep through her new shorts.

Ruth spoke to her one last time, “You’re ready. Just walk out through the door over there and you can start living your worst nightmares. Enjoy.”

A strange way of putting it, thought Emily, but she knew what Ruth meant. When she walked through that door, the dreams she had lusted after since she had been very young would start to become real. Her conscious mind trembling with fear, she let  her darker passions take over and walked, with unfaltering steps, towards the door. Placing her hand firmly on the handle she pulled the door open, and stepped out into the club itself.

This story is a fantasy, set in another place, with only the slightest passing nod to our reality as it’s glimpsed on a distant horizon. If this isn’t immediately apparent to you, I strongly suggest you seek urgent psychiatric care.