Chapter 3

The afternoon dragged on; Toby had Amy in Physics, so she could only get in trouble during the other two periods -- or while waiting for him to get out of football. Since the team was on the field, they were somewhat safe... Toby talked to Hank about party arrangements and the emergency -- but it was difficult putting across just why the initiation was so important. Hank was sharp -- he knew something was up -- but he was distracted by the whole Fernando thing, so Toby managed to skate by.

Teela called Rick and told him that Toby needed her for something -- and that was good enough; Rick trusted them both. Besides, he was keeping his head down, trying to wait Teela out on her wild plans for Sonya -- but he was running into a known issue: when it comes to sex, women can outwait men by time factors amounting to several orders of magnitude.

That put Teela and Amy out behind the gym, sitting, waiting for Toby -- which drew Miriam like a magnet. "I want to know what's going on," she announced without preamble, standing over the pair.

Teela rolled her eyes. "I CAN'T tell you! Go on home."

"You said..."

"Fine." Teela pointed. "Toby's on the football field. Good luck." Then she watched in amazement as Miriam headed off toward the football field.

"Persistent, isn't she?" Amy offered.

"I guess!"

Teela was no more surprised than Toby when Miriam plopped down on the bench next to him. "About this initiation..."

"What?"

"I want to know about the initiation."

"Look, I'm sorry you heard anything," Toby told her. "I can't tell you. It's something you do -- not hear about."

"Can I do it?"

"You have no idea..."

"Teela says I'm sitting on the sidelines," Miriam interrupted.

"Maybe that's a good place for you."

"It isn't." Miriam was positive.

"Look, this is a special -- I can't make it happen. I'm sorry, but there are issues -- issues that make it just too hard to deal with," Toby replied. "Another time. What do you want, anyway?"

"Um, off the bench. What Sally has, maybe."

Toby eyed her. "What do you think Sally has?"

"She says she's owned. I... might like that."

"You might not. Sally didn't know, going in, whether she was going to."

"Tell me what it's like."

"Being owned?"

"The initiation."

"It depends. For some people, it's easy - and for some, it's hard. We do what it takes to get the point across," Toby told her.

"What's the point?"

"Look, I just can't!"

"You mean I can't," Miriam pouted. "I'm not pretty enough or small enough or something..."

"No, the timing sucks," Toby told her. "If you think you want to do this, we'll set it up -- but tonight isn't the night."

"Why not?"

"It's a resource issue. We're stretched thin. I can't guarantee you'll get handled properly. Look, you have NO IDEA what you're getting into!"

"So tell me!"

"Not here. Not now."

"Here. Now. Or..." Miriam didn't know what she could use as a threat, but maybe her bluff wouldn't be called...

Toby eyed her. Things were spinning out of control. Granted, she had nothing -- nothing but the knowledge that there was something out there and the determination to hunt it down! "Wait here." He got up and headed off a few feet to call Randy. "Rain Man, how busy are you?"

"Not bad," Randy replied. "I'm at Carpenter's. Dirk is all set."

"We've got a volunteer."

"What? We don't DO volunteers!"

"Well, actually, we do," Toby replied. "Generally, we use Dirk. Can he do a double?"

"Well, yeah, probably -- but he'll probably not be as interested..."

"I can see that." Toby mused a moment. "Do you think you can do one of these things solo -- maybe with Alyssa's help -- or Damian's?"

"Jeez, I dunno. I can try."

"Get a blindfold -- maybe some binders -- and the spare video camera. I'll do her up and put her in your hands. You can keep her in the van for a while -- maybe have Alyssa answer her questions. That way she'll know what she's getting into. If she doesn't back down, take her home and turn her every which way but loose -- you're the boss and she does what you say. Maybe you don't even want to talk -- have Alyssa do it all. If she doesn't buckle then, we'll need a blackmail flick; by then I should be back with Dirk, but if I'm not, check in with me and we'll figure something out. Got it?"

"Yeah, I can do that." Randy had the jitters, but it sounded good. "Let me snatch up Sis."

"Come to the gym. I'm going to have to send my other problem off so she doesn't see you."

"Yeah, okay. I'll call you back."

"Okay." Toby returned to the bench. There was a hiatus while he handed out towels and water -- and the guys hassled him about Miriam being his new girlfriend. Rejoining Miriam, he told her, "I'm working on something. I can't guarantee a damned thing -- this is all up to you. First, I need a promise from you that even if this thing turns out not to be what you think it is, you won't hassle us. I want you to agree that we can do whatever is necessary to keep you quiet." The intent was for Toby to get permission in advance for invading her mind and wiping it or adjusting her so she wouldn't tell -- but it sounded even worse...

Miriam took it seriously. "Okay."

"All right -- if it works, it's going to go like this: I'm going to blindfold you and pass you to some people. There will be a female group member there, who will answer some of your questions -- and maybe talk you out of joining. If that doesn't happen, she's going to hand you off to a guy. You are going to do whatever he wants; if he sticks you out on the corner of First and Main buck naked, you're gonna stand there until he says do something else. If he says okay -- and ONLY if he says okay -- there will be an initiation. Understood?" Toby pressed.

"Yes. What can you tell me about the initiation?"

"Nothing. We don't even know for sure how we're going to handle it. Ask the woman. There are two parts to the initiation -- part of it is training, and part of it is to ensure your silence. We're serious about the secrecy -- you can hurt people by talking about this. Too many people just can't know," Toby told her. His phone rang. "Yes?"

"Got Sissy. Fifteen minutes?" Randy's voice came back.

"Cool." Toby turned to Miriam. "Go tell Teela that I said she and Amy need to disappear until..." he eyed his watch, "four-thirty. Then come back."

"Okay." Miriam got up.

"You're off on the right foot," Toby approved, "this thing is all about following instructions." Miriam nodded and took off.

Hank came over. "Is that...?"

"No," Toby sighed, "She's a complication. Who'd have thought there were so many neglected girls in the world? Why can't they just wave a sign or something?"

Hank chuckled. "That would be too easy."

"I guess."

Miriam went back out to Teela and Amy. "Toby says you guys need to disappear until four-thirty."

Teela blinked. "Did he say why?"

"He's making some arrangements. For me." Miriam looked mildly pleased with herself.

Teela sighed. "Miriam, has it occurred to you that you might not want to do this?"

"I'm hearing that a lot," Miriam replied. "I don't think it's helping."

"Why not?"

"It's like you said -- I can sit on the bench and talk about it or I can DO something."

"Maybe this isn't the right thing," Teela argued. "Maybe this isn't the right time."

Miriam shook her head. "Tomorrow, I might not have the guts. Misha will convince me that Sally's insane -- and we already know YOU are..."

Teela laughed. "I hope your reasons are good enough. Come on, Amy, let's go get a Coke or something." Amy, looking thoughtful, nodded and followed. Obviously, this wasn't some spider web deal that captured everyone in sight...

Miriam went back to the sidelines of the football field. "They're gone."

Toby nodded. "Now we wait."

"Can you tell me any more?"

"No." Toby went about his job while they waited, ignoring Miriam until his phone rang. "Wait here."

Randy and Alyssa had the van in the parking lot. "Okay," Toby directed, "This is how I think it should go -- but you need to adjust on the fly. I'll bring her out here, blindfolded. Put her in the van and go somewhere -- your house, I guess. Keep her in the van for a bit. Alyssa, you can answer questions -- but no names -- nothing that might identify us. Scare her if you can. She can leave at any time, so if you scare her and she wants to go home, bring her back here and dump her out, still blindfolded -- maybe with some tape on her hands, loose, to give you a few seconds to get away --nothing she can't break out of herself."

"If you can't scare her," Toby continued, "it's Randy's turn. Fuck her, make her give you head, embarrass her -- whatever you can think of. Her job is to follow instructions -- something I know you don't have much tolerance with. If possible, use Alyssa and don't talk to her directly." He scratched his head. "If she passes THAT test, it's time to get some blackmail footage. I'll try to get Dirk back to you -- or maybe you can think of something else as good. By then, she should understand what she's getting into. There's going to be a party tomorrow night; tell her that she's going to be locked in the pillory and fucked by whoever takes an interest... I dunno -- make up shit. Get the message across -- she's volunteering to be fuck meat, like everybody else. Happily ever after is not guaranteed -- it's not even on the table. Understood?"

"Got it," Randy nodded. Alyssa did, too.

"Give me the blindfold. Alyssa, I'm handing her off to you. Get her in the back and get going." Blindfold collected, he stuck it in his pocket and went back under the bleachers to the bench. "Your ride is here. Follow me." Miriam followed him into the tunnel, and stopped with him at the far end. Toby produced the blindfold and put it on her. "Leave the blindfold alone -- it comes off only if someone else removes it. You're going for a ride with someone who will answer SOME of your questions; if you decide this whole thing isn't for you after all, they will bring you back, no questions asked. If you decide to stay, she will hand you off to the guy -- but she'll be his mouthpiece, so you won't know who he is. You do what he wants -- ANYTHING he wants -- and I'm telling you now that he won't want easy stuff. If you can't take the heat, say so, and they'll return you here. ONLY if you prove to this guy that you will do ANYTHING you are told will we move on to the next phase -- understand?"

"What's the next phase?"

"The initiation. I'm not discussing that - you can talk to the female about it. Are you ready?"

"Yes."

Toby leaned out from under the cover of the tunnel and waved. Randy wheeled the van up; Alyssa got out and took Miriam in hand, taking her to the back where Toby closed the doors. They were rolling in under ten seconds. Toby watched them leave with a mixture of relief and anxiety. Generally, he was present for one of these, to keep it from running off the rails. Randy wasn't the perfect choice for a solo, either -- but he was what Toby had -- and Amy took priority. He headed back inside.

"Hello?" Miriam said tentatively.

"Miriam, right? Miriam Fleiss?" Alyssa responded.

"Yes."

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I, uh, want to join the club."

"What do you think this club is, exactly? It's not all fun and games -- the club is run by guys, and girls our age are -- what's the term? -- fuck meat!" Alyssa rasped.

"What happens, exactly?" Miriam asked.

"They blackmail you," Alyssa replied. "Once they have blackmail material on you, they OWN you! There are -- I dunno -- six or eight guys our age and a couple who are older. You do what they say. If three of them want to fuck you at the same time, guess what?"

"You mean...?"

"Uh huh. You fuck one, you suck one, and somebody sticks his dick up your ass!" Alyssa confirmed.

"Have you...?"

"You'd be amazed," Alyssa sighed. "I was... drafted... I guess; I wasn't a volunteer, like you. The boys had blackmail material on me and they dragged me in and let me know I was screwed. I was stupid about it and they made my life Hell, like, right away!"

"They did?"

"Have you ever had your butt whipped with a switch? Omigawd, that hurts!" Alyssa declared.

"They wouldn't..."

Alyssa frowned, then reached out and rapped on the top of Miriam's head, "Knock knock... Am I getting through?"

"Hey!"

"Once you're a club slut, you're a club slut -- period. How you came in doesn't matter worth a damn -- you follow the rules!" She paused a moment. "We have a clubhouse -- and it's got all kinds of weird stuff in it. For instance, there are these little booths with holes in the wall; guys stick their dicks through the holes and you suck them off or fuck them. All you get to see is a dick..."

"Wow..." Miriam had never dreamed of such a thing.

"There's a massage table. Do you know what a 'Happy Ending' is?"

"No."

"That's the fuck you give the guy at the end of the massage -- right there on the table, with God knows who watching!"

"Ooohhh..." Miriam couldn't decide whether to be horrified or titillated!

"They've got this thing -- it's a rack, or something. It's adjustable. You get your head and wrists locked in it and you can't go anywhere, and you can't see behind you -- and your ass and your pussy are right there..." Alyssa let Miriam's imagination flow for a minute, then added, "Or they can just come around front and fuck your mouth -- you aren't going anywhere. I hope you're looking forward to that, because there's a party tomorrow night, and I think you just drew the short straw!"

"You're kidding!" Miriam declared. "I KNOW you're kidding!"

"You don't KNOW jack shit -- and you're wrong, anyway!" Alyssa countered. She hit the intercom. "Can we go to the clubhouse for a quick tour? She doesn't believe a fucking thing I'm telling her!"

Randy looked at his watch and grunted a guttural, "Time!"

"He doesn't think we have time," Alyssa related.

"Amy and Teela weren't coming back until four-thirty," Miriam supplied. "When does football let out?" The time thing was just an excuse, wasn't it?

"Going." Randy looked at his watch; it was four-fifteen. No sweat.

"Well, you asked for it, you got it," Alyssa announced. "NOW, do you think I'm kidding?"

"I -- I don't know..."

"You're a slow learner," Alyssa replied, "and I'm here to tell you that being a slow learner is painful -- VERY painful! What else can I tell you?"

"The initiation?"

"It differs, I guess," Alyssa mused. "Mine was a bitch. One big thing would be getting something on you that you do NOT want out there -- preferably something illegal as well as embarrassing. You're going to do something that's a serious no-no -- and they're going to take videos of you doing it. Then if you start any shit, they just drop the video with the cops, and it's all about you telling any story you can think of to keep from going to jail."

"Really? Like what?"

"There's usually sex involved," Alyssa replied. "I'm not going to tell you what they've got on me -- it's too embarrassing. If they set you up for the same show, maybe I'll admit it afterwards. It'll be something that will get you in trouble with the law AND keep you from holding your head up at school, though -- guaranteed! This club is SECRET! They're SERIOUS about that! You don't wake up one morning with PMS and decide to rat them out, because YOU will be the one who ends up in Juvie!" They continued to talk on the way to Carpenter's, and Alyssa seemed to start penetrating Miriam's disbelief -- but it didn't seem to be changing anything; Miriam just kept asking questions...

For Miriam, it was this crazy wild emotional rollercoaster ride; it was horrible, but it was fascinating and exciting! It was white slavery - the girl she was talking to was doing her best to make it unromantic, but it wasn't working. Even if she was right, it was, well, guys! LOTS of guys! There were guys all over the place, of course, at school -- but she got zero in the way of attention from them. This was a pool of guys that WOULD be paying attention to her -- SERIOUS attention! There was the sex angle, which was an ambivalent thing; she'd never had REAL sex, which made her nervous, but she didn't have a hymen; she'd broken it a long time ago, masturbating with one object or another, so she wasn't concerned about the pain angle. Weirdly, the whole abuse thing was something she found exciting; she couldn't explain it, other than maybe the idea that ANY attention, even BAD attention, was better than NO attention...

The van pulled to a stop and the doors opened, and the girl she was with helped her out. Somebody else took her other hand -- the guy? -- and the girl murmured, "There are stairs -- watch your step." Then they were at the foot of the stairs, and a whispered conversation ensued. "We're trying to figure out how to handle your blindfold," the girl related. "Until you opt for the next test -- even beyond that -- we don't want you seeing us. We need to control where you look."

"I'll be good," Miriam promised.

"Not good enough," the girl replied after another whispered conversation. "We're going to start you out totally blind -- you won't need to see this to know it's there..." She led Miriam forward. "Bend forward and put your neck in the groove."

'Omigod! They DO have some kind of rack thing!' Miriam meekly allowed the girl -- and probably the guy -- to place her neck and her wrists in the thing and put the top bar over it.

"Okay, try to get out," the girl directed.

There was no way -- the thing was heavy wood. Miriam toed out of a slipper and managed to touch the upright with her toes and trace it upward a bit. It was heavy wood, with a slick finish, like furniture...

Then a hand slid under her jean skirt and pulled down her panties! Miriam squawked -- her ass was bare!

The girl giggled. "We just thought we would demonstrate. This isn't the next phase, just a part of the tour; we figured that this might give you more of a feel for what might happen."

Meanwhile, big hands roamed the cheeks of Miriam's ass under her skirt! Miriam couldn't breathe! The excitement was just insane! There was fear there, but it was just the foundation; she felt like she'd just hit the peak of a rollercoaster, and was in free-fall! "Ogod," she whispered, "Ogod, ogod..."

Randy stood there, rubbing Miriam's moon ass, grinning. It was a big one, and soft -- and Miriam was hopping from foot to foot, making one cheek clench and then the other. It was nice; Miriam's stocky legs were nice, too -- muscular, not fat. He stepped back and Alyssa knelt to recover her panties, "Lift your left leg -- you're stepping on your panties!" Alyssa worked them up Miriam's legs and to her waist, then stepped back to whisper, "She's wet!"

A slow grin lit Randy's face. "Really?" Alyssa nodded at her brother, big-eyed. Randy shook his head and circled the pillory, squatting before it. Then he pressed a finger against Miriam's lips. Miriam opened her mouth and sucked the finger in and Randy leaned forward to whisper, "I'm gonna fuck you..."

Miriam moaned and squeezed her knees together -- and sucked Randy's finger like there was no tomorrow! If anyone had told her this would be the case, she'd have laughed and scoffed -- but she was a hair's breadth from orgasm! This was hot! "Mmmph!"

Randy withdrew his finger -- with a pop -- and circled around behind the pillory, grinning from ear to ear, to whisper to Alyssa, "You're wasting your time, Sissy. If you told her I was gonna cut both of her titties off, she would STILL be there for the next piece!"

Alyssa, for whom pain was anathema, couldn't understand it -- but there it was. Miriam was aroused from being in that Hellish device!

"Gimme a minute," Randy whispered. "She's into this, so we might as well go whole hog..." He went off to rummage in Beth's toy box, and came back with a stiff, high collar that would lock Miriam's head in place. She would have to turn her whole body to look behind her -- or even much to the side. A head harness with blinders narrowed even that -- and there were three spreader bars...

In the meantime, Alyssa crcled the pillory. "You're liking this, aren't you?"

"It's... exciting," Miriam admitted.

"Well, since you're getting off on it, we're going to do things kind of S and M style, okay?" Alyssa asked.

"Okay." 'S and M style? What's THAT?'

Miriam found out. Randy only released one wrist at a time, and put the released wrists in leather binders -- then locked a spreader bar across her shoulders to connect them. Then he put the collar on her, and the blinders. Now he could manhandle her by the spreader bar. Last, but not least, he connected the other two spreader bars to the ends of the original one, and he had a means of positioning her from behind -- solid reins.

Miriam suffered this in silence - kneeling for most of it. Actually, 'suffered' isn't descriptive, since she spent the whole interval wildly excited. She couldn't see everything that was going on, and feeling some of it didn't tell her what was happening -- but it was the craziest thing! She was all tied up!

Finally, at Randy's gesture, Alyssa stepped up behind Miriam and undid her blindfold. "Stand up."

Miriam did so, carefully. The blinders, in concert with the collar, kept her from looking right or left; to do so, she had to turn her entire body -- but the spreader bar fixed her orientation. She couldn't turn at all without fighting Randy, who held the bars connected to hers. She was a puppet!

The first thing she saw was the massive pillory; it was every bit as heavy and huge as she'd thought it was. The guy muscled her around to the right and the girl gave the tour, "That's the exam table. There are straps to hold you in place with your feet in the stirrups -- you're wide open to whatever is coming AND you can see it! Next, we have the massage table..." They described a circle to the right, moving closer to the objects, one at a time. The place was a real dungeon! Then they positioned her outside one of the booths, and the girl stuck a big, fat rubber cock through the hole from the inside out to demonstrate how they worked, apologizing that she couldn't go inside a booth with a spreader bar on -- they were too narrow. Miriam got the idea, anyway.

The upshot? The girl hadn't lied to her -- NOT ONCE! She even pointed out the hooks in the ceiling she said they'd hung her from to beat her with switches! Miriam was floored! And the whole experience? Incredible! They put her blindfold back on and slowly unhitched her from all the hardware, and it was a little bit of a letdown, actually. They led her back to the van and once they were closed in, the girl said, "So, did I tell the truth? Are you ready to go home?"

"Yes," Miriam replied, "and no."

"Yes and no?"

"Yes, you told the truth. No, I don't want to go home," Miriam clarified. "I want it -- the next test."

"You're whacked!" Alyssa erupted. "Why would anybody...?"

"That was THE most exciting thing I have ever done in my LIFE!" Miriam declared.

"B--but..." Shrugging and rolling her eyes, Alyssa hit the intercom. "We're moving on to the next phase." There was an electronically-reproduced chuckle, and the van started moving.

"Why did he laugh?" Miriam asked.

"He told me you were never gonna quit after the pillory thing."

Teela and Amy got back a couple of minutes late -- which was still early for Toby, but Hank took over so he could get the girls out before the team quit for the day. The trip to Carpenter's was uneventful, after Toby fixed up a makeshift blindfold for Amy. "Just removing my glasses is probably enough," she related, but Toby was thorough, anyway. On arrival, Toby led her down the stairs and left her with Teela while he talked to Candace and collected Dirk. Hauling the dog downstairs, he released him; Dirk immediately jumped on Amy, wanting attention from her. Then Toby went around, setting up equipment for the video shoot while Dirk and Amy got to know one another. Finally, he sat down on the couch arm. "This, uh, won't make you the same as any girl in the group, except maybe Teela," he said quietly.

"No? Why not?" Amy asked.

Toby was having difficulty with the whole thing, so Teela interjected, "Technically, all of the girls and women in the group are group property. I'm probably the only one who hasn't been passed around at least a little."

Amy eyed Toby disparagingly. "I'm not sure I'm going to like this group."

Toby bit his lip. "I don't know how much more we should tell you before we make the video."

Amy turned to Teela. "Is he lying about the videos?"

"No. You can see mine, if you like."

"I'd like."

Toby hunted it down in the cache he kept hidden there at the house, mounted it, and played it. "You didn't do much," Amy noted.

"That's just the first scene," Teela replied, "Believe me, I did it all." She nodded at Toby, who proceeded to provide the footage that proved it.

Amy grimaced. "I'm not sucking him."

"Okay," Toby replied. "I never saw that as being important. What about the other stuff?"

"Yeah," Amy agreed. "He can lick me -- and I'll fuck him. Okay?"

"Okay," Toby replied. "Go ahead and get undressed."

Amy whipped out of her top and shorts, but then she gave Toby 'The Look.' Teela laughingly translated, "Why should SHE be the only one naked?"

"Oh." Toby shrugged and threw off his T-shirt, toed out of his sneakers and stepped out of his jeans, but he got caught up in watching Amy's ass appear as she lowered her panties, facing away from him. The more he saw of Amy, the more he liked it...

Amy looked over her shoulder, "Are you getting this?"

"Hey, sorry!" Toby replied, sliding his briefs down his legs.

It was Amy's turn to stare. "Wow!"

Teela, who was frog naked, laughed. "Nobody told you he was the Big Dick on Campus?"

"Nooo..." Amy replied, her eyes not leaving his crotch. "I'm new, you know."

Teela chuckled. "I think you owe him a look at your tits, don't you?"

"Yeah..." Amy turned around and released her bra -- STILL eyeing Toby's erection.

Toby didn't complain. Amy had 'B' cups, puffy but pointy, with puffy areoles. They looked delicious!

But that wasn't what they were there for -- Dirk reminded them by sticking his nose in Amy's crotch. That put them back on track; Toby rushed to get the cameras rolling before Dirk lost interest in Amy and what he was doing. It turned out, though, that Dirk was cooperative; it had been a while since one of those strange, two-legged bitches had offered him any pussy to lick or fuck, so he was primed and photogenic.

The tongue-lashing demonstration was impressive -- both on video and to Amy; Dirk had one Hell of a tongue and he knew how to use it! Amy didn't cum -- Dirk kept stopping -- but she appreciated it. The fuck, of course, didn't go well, but was highly visual; they weren't experienced, any of them, at controlling him and he was unruly in the first place. There was no way Amy was going to get anything out of him because he was in a hurry; he was spewing goo in no time, not that it stopped him from pumping away. But his aim was atrocious, and they didn't have Alyssa's or Adele's experience at controlling him, so penetrations were momentary. Still, they got the video -- and that's what they were there for.

When it was over, Toby, still sporting a hard on, helped Amy up. "There's a shower in there."

Amy looked down at his cock. "I'm a mess -- how can you still be interested?"

Toby shrugged. "It's only a dog. I know it's messy and stuff, but..." He collected Dirk and took him back outside.

Amy spent a while in the shower (big surprise) but eventually surfaced. "It's time, don't you think?" she asked, seating herself on the freshly wiped-off couch.

"Yeah," Toby nodded, and sat down on the couch arm to begin the tale. "Originally, the purpose of the club was to get three of us laid -- and our mothers laid -- and to avoid incest..."