Chapter 6
August was drawing to a close, when Michael Horden informed Darla that she would be formally introduced to the others in his secret group, that evening. It was a Friday, and she was just preparing to go home.
He had been distant, at times with her, since the night she had discovered herself with Robert Malbin. It was not that he no longer cared for her, he had explained, merely that he just had to be careful.
"The more you learn about us," he told her seriously. "The more you will understand how much we have to protect ourselves!"
She had not learned much more than he belonged to an ultra-secret, ancient organization. He had explained that she could be part of that, if she wanted to be, but would not ever be forced to join.
"You must come of your own free will," he told her. "You must wish, with all your body and soul, to serve us!"
Darla had no idea if she wanted to truly be part of all this, but certainly, she knew, that she truly loved him. All that was left for her, now, it seemed, was to follow his wishes, nothing else made much sense.
She could remember that evening with Robert Malbin clearly, for it was' the last time she felt any sense of free will. She had told him a little about her sessions with Michael, informed him of the reason she had chosen him for her experiment.
He seemed distressed, and she accepted that as natural, but his worry seemed to be more for her concern, than any sense of being used on his part. He tried to urge her to leave Michael, but of course, she refused.
She had found out how much she thrilled to the bondage and torture. Why, she then reasoned, should she give up the man that she loved, merely because he had led her to discovering something in herself.
Besides, in just a couple of months, she had gone from a mere meager salary to making more money than she had ever dreamed of making. It would be foolish to give all that up, especially over something she truly enjoyed.
So, Malbin's pleading fell on deaf ears, for she had absolutely no intention of ever, ever leaving Michael, now. She would thrill to him, from now on, and thrill to all the many things he would do to her, for it was the only thing that mattered now.
She wished Michael would tell her more about this organization he belonged to. He refused, however, to tell her any more, than it was called the Brotherhood, and that he was in charge.
It was a high honor, he told her, and she should be proud to be his personal slave, which of course, she was. She still disliked the loss of control she felt around him, but was smart enough to realize that it was useless for her to try and fight the feelings she had with him.
She could do nothing more than respond to his wishes, now, and when he told her she would be part of the new initiation ceremony for the newest member of the group, she was excited and turned on at the same time.
"You shall be the instrument through which we bring this member into our brotherhood," Michael told her. "Through you, he shall become one of us, forever!"
To be selected for this honor was thrilling to her, even though she had no idea of what she was expected to do. She dreaded it, also, for somehow, she was certain that this would be the last step, that she would lose all self-control after this.
"You are very lucky, my pet," Michael had whispered in her ear, as they drove in his limousine toward his apartment. "Only the best women we have get to be the instrument of initiation. It shows you how much I truly love you!"
Darla moaned softly to herself and nodded, smiling at him weakly. "You will still love me, won't you, darling?" she asked fearfully. "You will still want me after this, won't you Michael?"
Tenderly he kissed her cheek. "Of course, my dear," he assured her, but his voice was flat and empty and his kiss cold and impersonal.
When they reached the apartment, he wasted no time in undressing her. He gave her a long, white robe to wear, then slipped into his own, deep black garment, placing the gold and ruby pendant around his neck.
He led her swiftly along the narrow corridor behind the tapestry, no longer having any need to drug her with wine before such an event. She had already attended two ceremonies before, and knew, vaguely, what was going to happen.
There were quite a number of men in the room, this time. There were men from all nations, each dressed in robes similar to Michael's. They all were wearing hoods, so their faces were covered and darkened in the meager glow of the candles around the room.
The tension was high in the air as Michael and Darla stepped into the room. The many heads of the men within the chamber, turned at their entrance, and the conversations dropped in volume to a furious buzz.
Michael smiled coldly at all of them. "Well, my Brothers," he said, walking to the center of the room. "You know why we have assembled here this evening!"
He pointed to a tall, thin figure, standing off to the side. "A new Brother is about to become one of us, recruited by myself."
He beckoned to the figure and the man stepped forward. "I am here, Brother Horden," the man said. "Ready to begin the process of joining the sacred group that you command."
"Reveal yourself, Brother Jarvis," Michael hissed, nodding with his head. "Show us who you are, and your desire to become one with your Brothers!"
Howard Jarvis tipped back the cowl of his robe and smiled in the paleness of the light from the candles. Darla gasped as she saw his rutted, ancient face and the shock of white hair on his head.
She remembered him as the man Bob Malbin had said he had worked for, and she hoped that Bob had not spoken to him about her. Fear gripped her tightly, for the dread of being discovered as having revealed anything was strong in her heart.
But Howard Jarvis merely stared at her with an obvious desire, his eyes bearing no trace of any recognition or doubt as to her conviction. He gazed up and down at the trembling girl, a thin smile crossing his lips.
"We have brought you to this moment of joining us, because you hold great power," Michael told the old man. "You can help us in our cause, through your contacts."
Jarvis nodded. "I have often felt that this kind of organization was needed," he said, determinedly. "The peoples of the smaller nations, and inferior breeds are about to overwhelm us, they must be stopped!"
Michael Horden nodded in approval. "All -men feel the same desires," he explained. "That is why you are here, that is why we have this ceremony. Through this bitch, this insignificant woman, you shall become as one with our Brothers!"
Michael Horden beckoned to her now, and Darla stepped forward, trembling with a swirling mixture of fear and mounting excitement. Already her flesh felt damp beneath her robe, and her loins were tingling with anticipation.
When she reached the spot where the two men were standing, Michael peered deeply into her eyes. "Do you wish to serve me, Darla?" he whispered. "Do you wish to experience the joy of helplessness once more?"
She nodded, even the words creating a fire in her belly and thighs. "Yes, Master, I do," she said breathlessly. "I ache to be tied once again, by the lovely, wonderful ropes. Make me your prisoner, please!"
Michael nodded abruptly and pulled on the sash that held her robe shut. It came free at once, and he forced the garment over her exquisite shoulders, where it fell to the floor with a sensual hiss.
The men in the room gasped at the beauty he revealed to them. He body was oiled and scented, gleaming erotically under the candle light. Her buttocks quivered a bit, and the muscles in her shoulders and thighs rippled with excitement.
He turned her around with his hands at her shoulders, so that she was facing the old man beside him. Jarvis ran his eyes up and down over her lovely frame and groaned at the sight of her pert, up-lifted breasts, and damp, glistening mound.
"She is beautiful. Brother Horden," he whispered in a torn, husky voice. "An absolutely marvelous little creature!"
"She is yours," Horden told him coldly. "You shall bind her and raise her up, you shall caress her flesh with the lash, then take her cruelly. Then you shall be one of us!"
He nodded then, and Jarvis grabbed Darla by the wrist and pulled her back away from her lover. Michael watched impassively, as the old man slipped her wrist into a noose of thick, harsh rope, connected to a big, square rack in the center of the room. She moaned as he pulled the noose tight, then quickly did the same with her other wrist. The rope, lovely to her in its coarseness, bit deep into her flesh and the pain was warm and familiar to her, now. V
Quickly, Jarvis fit her trim, lovely ankles into two other loops of rope, then slipped around the side of the rack and pressed a button on a small motor. The engine hummed and slowly the slack on the ropes was taken up.
Darla felt her arms and legs being stretched, drawing them far away from her body, pulling her up off the floor. She screamed as her limbs were pulled taut, stretching them to the point of pulling them from her sockets.
In a matter of moments, she was clear off the floor, pulling in all four directions by the ropes fastened around her ankles and wrists. The pain of her captivity throbbed through her wildly, and the sweat of her throbbing agony began to roll off her flesh, in dripping rivers.
Jarvis stared at her now, breathing wildly as he saw her drawn between the four strands of rope. She could not move at all, now, and her taut, firm body was more than enticing to the old man, now.
"How do you feel, my dear?" he asked, rubbing the flat of his hand from her neck to her buttocks, affectionately.
"I am helpless, Master," the girl moaned, her voice torn by the aching hurt in her arms and legs. "I am completely at your mercy!"
"Do you like it this way, my pet?" he continued, slithering the tips of his fingers, teasingly, over the cleft between her quivering buttocks.
The girl nodded, for there was no escaping the fact, for her, just how much she did like the position she was in. Once more, as had happened so many times in the past with
Michael, this sense of helplessness was overpoweringly pleasing to her.
"I love it, Master," she sobbed, biting her lip to keep from screaming at the dull, throbbing pain. "I love being trapped and defenseless! It is exactly what I need!"
Howard Jarvis was obviously stimulated by the girl's utterly defenseless position. His eyes were wide with excitement and he was rocking on his heels as he stared, hungrily at her captive frame.
Her flesh was a taut as a drawn bow, obviously unprotected from any pain he would want to inflict on her. In this state, she could not even turn to escape a harsh, cruel blow, much less avoid it altogether.
He turned to Michael Horden, watching the two of them intently, now. "I am ready, Brother Horden," he said, his voice thick with mounting desire. "I await your command to begin my initiation!"
Michael Horden drew down the multi-stranded whip from the locked glass cabinet and held it aloft. "This is the symbol of your joining us," he said in a cold, determined voice. "With this, you become a member of our most secret organization. You shall have you way with this helpless girl, and pass through the ancient rites!"
He handed the whip to the old man, and
Jarvis groaned with excitement as his fingers wrapped around the handle of the tool. It was quite heavy, thick and cold in his grip and felt powerful as he flexed his fingers around the handle.
He turned back to Darla, now, draping the strands of the whip over her slim, attractive shoulder. "You are about to please me, my dear," he chuckled savagely. "Through your suffering, I shall be made very happy indeed! Do you want that?"
"More than anything else, Master," the girl moaned, softly. "I want to feel the sting of your caress, know that I can not escape what you have planned for me! I am helpless, now, Master, I am your total captive!"
Jarvis laughed and nodded with gleeful excitement. He stepped back from the girl, then and cracked the whip against the floor. "You are bound, as it had been ordered through the ages," he hissed. "You are under my control, I have made you my captive, the rope is your connection to me! This lash shall seal our bond!"
With that, he spun the whip high over his head and brought it down hard against her taut, naked shoulders. The pain cut deep into her bones, and she jerked violently with the impact of the blow.
Her scream of agony tore through the air, and she shuddered as the horror of the agony was more than she had imagined. This was ten times worse than the beating Malbin had given her, and the thrill of being unable to escape it, made her loins throb with eagerness, now.
"Again, Master, strike again," she moaned. "I need to feel this pain, I need to know, for certain, that I can not escape. Again, hit me, again!"
Howard Jarvis' body trembled with a passionate excitement now, as he cracked the whip against her pert, taut buttocks. She screamed in pain again, twisting as the cruel lengths of leather crashed over her tender half moons.
The searing pain was delightful to the girl, and Jarvis moaned as he watched the slippery, creamy globes of her bottom redden with the effects of his blow.
Once more, he whirled .the whip around his head and brought it down savagely against the girl's trapped and helpless frame. He could see her hands and feet tugging at the ropes that held them fast, and hear her cries of moaning pain and pleasure as he struck her.
Her flesh was adorable in its alabaster purity, and ruining the creamy texturing with this vicious beating was almost too much delight for the old man to endure. He laughed wildly, cracking the whip against her spine, feeling the intense thrill of seeing it leave a cruel, red path in its wake.
"Ahh, yes, little bitch, you are mine," he snarled, cracking the whip hard at her shoulders once more, delighted as he saw a few wounds opening up in her flesh. "You belong to me, little captive, I can do whatever I please, with you!" He was completely correct, of course, and Darla knew it. The whip smashed into her body once again, and she jerked spasmodically as the pain tore through her. She moaned, the throbbing hurt growing stronger, each time he brought the lash down hard against her tense, helpless frame.
Wounds were opening up all over her flesh, now, thin ribbons of dripping redness that crisscrossed over her lovely body. Jarvis cracked the whip harder now, his excitement taking control, and the pleasure at having her so helpless consuming him.
For both of them, there was nothing better than this. For him, to beat her and listen to her scream in pain and utter helplessness was more satisfying than any experience he had ever had.
For the girl, knowing that she was trapped, feeling the whip lashing her brutally, and the ropes of her bondage digging ever deeper into her flesh, was a sign that made her weak with thrilling delight. She moaned, loving the sensation that she was unable to move, loving the bite of the coarse bonds at her wrists and ankles.
"I am trapped, your captive," she sobbed, her voice quaking with pleasure as she felt the pain continue to engulf her. "I can not escape, ohh, God, it's so wonderful, I can not escape!"
There seemed to be something magical about being so completely bound. There was that thrilling sense of freedom that Michael had spoken of, and had shown her. Surely, nothing could be better than this, to be so helpless as to never have to think about escape. Being tied so tightly, so painfully to the four sides of the rack was a sensation that made her weak with absolute sensual excitement.
Never in her life had she felt so alive, so utterly free. As the blows cracked into her shoulders and spine again and again, she wept, but hardly with the pain, so much as the pure love she was experiencing for her bondage.
Everything was so deeply satisfying to her, that she hardly noticed when he ceased to beat her, and began to fondle her buttocks, greedily, with his thin, bony fingers.
"You belong to me," he snarled in excitement, slithering two of the thick, stick-like prongs down along the curve of her darling ass.' "Anything I want to do to you, you must endure! You can not escape my passion, slave!"
She nodded, gasping as she felt him forcing his fingers between her precious half moons, wedging them deep into the cleft of her ass. "Yes, yes, take me, please," she groaned, twisting once more against the lovely rope that held her hands and feet so delightfully tight.
He chuckled cruelly, jabbing the fingers now, against the moist, wet dot of her anal track. The pain was sharp and fierce, like a cutting blade against her tender ass entrance and she screamed as she felt him trying to force his fingers into her.
"I'll have your asshole, bitch," he snarled again, twisting and turning his digits against the unyielding opening to her taut, moist passage. "I shall take you there, for you can not escape my desire!"
She felt him forcing the fingers beyond her wet, warm entrance and as the two, bony spears entered her asshole, she shrieked with the agony of the invasion. He turned them brutally against her hot, quivering inner walls, pushing the narrow passage apart, forcing it to widen beyond what was its natural width.
The fingers were like two hot irons being thrust into her rectal canal and she gasped with the sheer intensity of the sensation. She shuddered as Jarvis thrust his digits deeper into her ass, finally burying them to the hilt in her hot, wet asshole.
Gasping with the throbbing, rolling pain, the girl shuddered against the bonds that kept her dangling in the air. The fingers were now scraping back and forth along her anal tunnel, causing her even more pain than before.
"Ohh, God, yes, that's wonderful, wonderful," she sobbed, the pain and humiliation of it washing over her delightfully. "Yes, you can do whatever you want, Master! I can't stop you, I am helpless to resist!".
Never in her life would she have imagined that it could be so beautiful to be utterly at the mercy of another person. She felt the fingers riding swiftly in and out of her taut, aching behind, and she experienced the never-ending thrill of her helpless bondage as never before.
Faster and harder, Jarvis slammed his fingers into her tender bottom. He could feel her anal walls quivering around the plunging spears, wet and fiery with the pain of his rude attack, and his cock began to pound fiercely with need.
"I'm going to fuck your asshole, slave," he snarled wildly, driving his fingers as deeply into her ass as possible. "I'm going to fuck your asshole hard, bitch, hard!"
Darla, weak with pain and exhaustion, nodded her head and used her rectal muscles to urge him on. "Do it. Master, do it, now," she moaned. She threw her buttocks back hard against his hand. "Ummm, take me there, now, Master, take your captive slave there, right now!
"Do it, Brother Jarvis," commanded Michael Horden, his voice rich and compelling, now. "Become one of us! Take her in the ancient manner! She is bound and captive now, her anal track is yours! Take her asshole, now!"
Jarvis was shuddering with excitement, the utter degradation and pain he was causing the girl making his balls churn with the hot, boiling come that bubbled inside of his sack. He powered his fingers faster and faster along the wet, trembling tunnel, and released his robe to free his cock from behind it.
Darla gasped wildly as she felt the man leaning against her, the thick, long hardness of his tool throbbing demandingly against her inner thigh. She sobbed as she felt him remove his fingers from her ass, and pull her soft, pliant buttocks wide apart.
Jarvis fit his prick between the smooth, luscious half moons and forced the tip of it into her throbbing anal opening. The hugeness of it forced her ass tunnel to expand even more, and the girl sobbed with pain as he thrust forward into her.
Savagely, the old man rammed his meat into the depths of her rectal chamber. He rocked from side to side, grinding his cock against her inner walls as he powered the shaft to the pit of her ass. He was leaning against her, then, his meat buried to the hilt in her ass, his hands groping for her quivering boobs.
He grasped hold of the precious globes and kneaded them hungrily, as he began to ride his cock in and out of her wet, warm tunnel. She screamed with the pain of the ruthless attack, feeling the meat slicing in and out of her like a burning iron.
Again and again he rammed into her anal passage, twisting and turning with passion as he pumped his cock back and forth inside of her. She shuddered and screamed, the pain almost completely overwhelming her now, searing her flesh deeply with each powerful thrust that he took.
Her tiny rectal canal quivered with agony, now, thundering with hurt as Jarvis continued to assault her so brutally. He was vicious and wild in his attack, totally unconcerned with anything beyond the building need in his aching tool.
Faster and harder, now, he slammed into the girl's poor, damaged pit. He felt her rectal muscles kneading and gripping his rod, squeezing it wildly, and his flesh grew more fiery and tortured with each stroke that he took.
His climax was building wildly in his loins, making his balls throb with pain and his cock pound with need. His prick was rock hard now, shuddering with pleasure as he drove it deep into her girl's behind. He pulled her to him by her tits, squeezing the precious spheres savagely in his fingers, feeling the thrill of his climax soaring through his aching flesh.
"I'm going to come in your asshole, slave," he laughed cruelly, bucking back and forth as fast as he possibly could, now. "There's nothing you can do about it, slave, I'm going to come in your asshole, now!"
She sobbed, 'squeezing the thundering weapon hard with her rectal muscles, feeling it surging in her ass as the orgasm tore through him. She sobbed and moaned as he did, when the hot come began to spurt from the throbbing head of his shaft. She felt it splashing against the aching flesh of her inner walls and she moaned wildly, thrilled to have been taken, as only a captive slave should be.
Jarvis grunted and moaned, bucking back and forth in a series of powerful tremors as the come continued to spurt from his tool. He felt his loins being drained of all greed, and he stumbled back at last, completely exhausted by the effort.
"He is a Brother, now," Michael Horden hissed. "He is one of us, indeed!"
The other men cheered and began to crowd around the still trembling Jarvis. Darla moaned, his come dripping from her ripped and torn anal passage, feeling weak and broken by the attack. She had done as her lover had commanded her, she had tasted the bitter fruit of bondage and attack. She felt full of love and empty at the same time now, knowing nothing other than the fact that she was a slave, bound by her love for Michael, even as she was drawn to the cruel, cutting embrace of the lovely ropes that tied her.