Chapter 7
Monday arrived, and Mary Jane was told she would not have to work at the lodge during the week. This was it! Her instruction would begin immediately after school. No one had said anything to her, but she knew it.
"I think I'll be called for instruction today," she said to her sister on the way to school.
"Want a little sisterly advice?" Abigail asked.
"Ill listen," Mary Jane nodded. "I won't promise to take the advice, but I'll listen."
"Whatever they say might seem hard and difficult to believe, at first," Abby told her. "It's all true. Accept it. Do everything they tell you, and it'll all go a lot easier for you. One girl in my instruction class found everything almost impossible to accept. It took her a long while to straighten out, and when she did, she was close to the edge of a mental breakdown. I'm not supposed to tell you anything, but I think it'll be a lot easier if you just accept everything willingly. The first week you'll be with others who have their birthdays at around the same time as yourself. After that, the instruction becomes more detailed and more personal, so each girl is instructed individually."
"Don't the boys receive instruction too?"
'The boys don't need it. You'll understand everything when it's all over. Just do as you're told, and I think you'll find a different, more enjoyable outlook on life. One thing's for sure; you won't have to go to those dumb prayer meetings anymore. The only time you'll be in the worship house will be on holidays, with the rest of the family."
"I'll try to remember what you've told me," Mary Jane said, doing her best to hide the fact that she was already aware in what direction the instruction would lead.
She hoped and prayed the school day would never end, but class after class came and went, and soon classes were over for the day. Putting on her coat, Mary Jane joined three girls with birthdays all within two weeks of hers. They walked to the worship-house, entered the small vestry, hung up their coats and took seats.
After a short while, a matronly woman in her early forties entered and said, "Good afternoon, girls. I see you've come for your first week of instruction. Very good. I have been selected to give the instruction classes because I have no family duties to interfere with my teaching. Rest assured, I know all there is to know, and you will learn properly, provided you pay attention."
The girls nodded, still wondering what it was all about.
"Procreation is a very important part of our lives," the matron began. "You have all studied hygiene and sex education in school and therefore need no lessons from me in that direction. What shall therefore be discussed is, with whom do we copulate in order to procreate. Now before anyone has any questions, let me explain, forget what you have learned in the Bible. The Bible belongs to other religions, and we borrow it and try to adapt it to ours, but there are parts of it that don't fit in with our own beliefs. We are, all of us, followers of Josiah Bell, a direct descendant of Lot. Lot had daughters, but no sons. And Lot's daughters did not marry, yet they bore children. Here the Bible explains why. When Lot left Sodom and Gomorrah, his wife looked back and was turned into a pillar of salt. Lot, with his two unmarried daughters ran to the mountains to dwell. The daughters, knowing they would never have husbands, slept with their father. Each gave birth to a son, and each son founded a dynasty that lasted thousands of years. Moab, the oldest of the two boys sired by Lot on his daughters, even sired a nation. And it was from this nation that Josiah Bell's ancestors came. When the Moabites were eventfully wiped out this one family persisted and also hid in the mountains, staying alive by feeding on wild vegetables and nuts, suffering many hardships.
Mary shifted uncomfortably. She knew what was coming.
"The family continued to procreate," the matron said, "because the father sired children on his daughters, much like Lot did with his daughters. Their sons sired other children on their mothers, and so the family continued, with father joining to daughter, mother joining to son for many generations.
'The family never grew too large. Life in the mountains was very harsh. More children died than lived. But eventually the family left the mountains, made their way to Europe and settled in what became Spain. There they lived and flourished somewhat, calling themselves Padramor. But in 1492, King Ferdinand declared all non-Catholics must leave Spain, and so the Padramor family emigrated to England. Soon the family became so large, they began adopting other names, but still called themselves Padramors. They still practiced incest, keeping to themselves as much as possible. English names were taken, such as Bell, Drake, Jarrett, Farrar, and others. But Josiah Bell took over the leadership when, in the sixteen hundreds, religious freedom was once again restricted. He chartered a ship, gathered all the Padramors, and set sail for the new world. The rest, as you all know, is history."
The matron stopped for a moment. Mary Jane looked at the other girls, who in turn looked at her, as well as at one another.
"What I am trying to say," the matron went on, "is that all Padramors, or almost all Padramors, are the result of coition between parents and children. Many children grow up and marry their parents, producing even more offspring. What is forbidden in other religions, is a basic part of our own. Intercourse with anyone not of our faith is strictly forbidden. Intercourse with anyone not directly related to us is also forbidden unless the parents express a desire for the child to wed a Padramor from a different family. And the time is fast approaching when you girls will each be expected to mate with your respective fathers."
The other girls gasped, but Mary Jane kept silent. She knew the futility of arguing at this point.
"You must not go into your fathers' beds without knowing what to do and how to do it. Therefore we will begin by showing you girls what is known as a motion picture. On the mainland it is referred to as an adult, or erotic film. We will use this film, and many others, to learn. You will find this part of the instruction not only easy, but relatively enjoyable. Ice cream is a treat we Padramors do not enjoy often. Each of you girls will receive an ice cream cone apiece during each instruction session, while watching the films."
The matron left the four girls, and the other three began babbling amongst themselves. All were dazed, and one was on the verge of shock. Mary Jane leaned forward and said to her, "No matter what they say or do, don't fight it. Not right now. If you close your mind to this, you'll end up in the mental ward of the hospital. You don't want that."
The matron returned with the ice cream cones for the girls, handed them out, then opened a portable screen. At a signal, a projector went on, and the lights went out. And so began the first three erotic movies to be seen by the four girls.
Each day they returned to the vestry room and saw three more films. After each film there was a discussion, not about the story, which was flimsy enough, but about the sex techniques employed by the different women in the films.
After, the first day, the girls got over their wonderment at merely seeing a motion picture, since such entertainment was strictly forbidden on Bell's Landing. Mary Jane, having witnessed such happenings in real life, was in no way intrigued by the films, although she permitted herself to get involved in the discussions. What was happening on the screen was not occurring between members of the same family, and she was able to accept it, after awhile. Oddly enough, she did think back to the scene she had witnessed the previous Sunday, and the memory of that aroused her much more than the movies she was watching.
Friday came, and as she sat, watching the first erotic movie of the day, licking her ice cream cone, it first occurred to her, she was using the same tongue-action on the ice cream as the girl on the screen was using on the penis she was licking. Her hand opened involuntarily, and the cone fell to the floor.
My God! she thought. That's why they've been giving us this ice cream. They want us practicing. We're learning how to lick penises.
The horror of it made her entire body spasm. This was a nightmare. To become involved any further might actually begin to turn her in the direction they wished. She might indeed suck her father's thick cock.
She had to get away, and she had to do it this weekend. If she became enmeshed in this to any greater extent, she would be sharing her father with her sister in a very short while. Sharing! There was another thing that irritated her. She wanted a man of her own. She didn't want to share him with anyone. Why should her father have three women with which to dally while she had to be faithful to him and to him alone? Did she have to give birth to a multitude of sons like her mother to have her own masculine harem? No! No! No!
She wanted one man, all to herself, and she wanted to surrender herself only to him, when the time came. Right now, sex frightened her so much, she doubted if she could give herself to any man. True, the films were beginning to rouse her, but each time she saw how deeply the penis of the man thrust itself into the raw wound of a female cunt, she shuddered, realizing such a thing was destined to happen to her. She had to get away, and if Ronny Benson returned to the island, he was her one hope.
That Friday night, for the first time since she could remember, Mary Jane was not ordered to go to worship. It was no longer necessary. She knew what was happening, as did the other three girls. So all four girls were ordered to help prepare a collation at the worship house for a group of girls who were being initiated into the rites of incest that very night.
It was ten o'clock when the five girls, with their families, arrived at the worship house to be served by the four novice females. All five girls were smiling, but their eyes had an uncertain look about them. It was almost like a wedding ceremony. Only the "brides" had experienced consummation prior to the celebration rather than after.
Mary Jane stood by a punch bowl and doled out glasses of the non-alcoholic liquid to anyone who came over. She could see the strain on the faces of the five deflowered girls.
"How was it?" she managed to ask one of the girls who came over alone.
"Lousy," the girl replied. "He came too quickly and left me hanging right after causing one heck of a lot of pain. Somehow I get the feeling screwing isn't everything they make it out to be in those films."