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WARNING: This is a work of erotic fiction. It contains depictions of
nudity and graphic sex.

Author: A Strange Geek
Title: Melissa's Initiation
Universe: Haven
Summary: A 15 year old girl is subjected to a cruel prank by her peers,
but turns the tables on her would-be tormentors. A repost with grammar
and style cleanup only.

Part: 1 of 3
Keywords: ff, Mf, fsolo, teen, mc, nc, bon, humil, magic

Copyright A Strange Geek, 2007

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"We've got all the bases covered, girls," said Susan Radson as she
locked the front door to the house. "My parents are out of town, all
your parents think we're having a sleepover at my house, and it's after
ten, so no one's going to be calling us for fear of waking us up.
Aaand, it's a Friday night, so no school to get up for early in the
morning."

Ann Went nodded and grinned. "Not that my parents are going to really
care one way or the other," she said. "I argue with them so much
anymore that they're glad to get me out of the house for awhile."

Susan chuckled, and then looked over to the other girl standing next to
her friend. "What about you, Melissa? Still think you're okay to go
through with this?"

Melissa Hendell glanced nervously from Susan to Ann and back again.
Both were looking at her expectantly with small smiles on their faces,
the kind that told her that she was at risk for being cruelly derided
if she did not give them the correct answer. She was not simply
nervous, she was terrified. "I think so," she said tentatively. "I-I
mean, if this is the only way ..."

"It's the only way. If you want to be part of the Circle."

"Yeah, Melissa," Ann said with a slight smirk. "Otherwise you can
forget about trying some of that stuff we taught you, since we don't
let people do that outside of the Circle."

Melissa nodded mutely. She hated being the new kid in town. This was
not the first time it had happened, as her parents had moved around a
great deal in the past five years. Unfortunately, their penchant for
moving came right at the time that she entered puberty, and it just
added to the emotional turmoil she was already feeling.

Melissa had trouble fitting in. She did not like many of the things
other girls did: dating, makeup, popular music. Her tastes were far
more eclectic. For these reasons, she rarely made friends, and her
timidness made her the victim of much humiliation at the hands of her
peers.

But things seemed to be different in Haven. Her family had moved there
during the summer, and almost immediately she had met up with Susan,
and later Ann, and something clicked. They seemed to accept her. They
occasionally sent some barbs her way that hurt at first, but when they
kept it private and did not actively seek to embarrass her in public,
she learned to deal with it.

Ann tended to be worse than Susan in this regard.

Susan fished out her parents' car keys."So come on, let's get going."

"Hey, I thought you just had a learner's permit," Ann said to Susan
with a grin.

Susan waved a hand of dismissal. "Big deal. It's not like there's going
to be a lot of traffic at this time of night. This is Haven, after all,
where they roll up the sidewalks at night. So long as we drive slowly
and don't attract a cop's attention, we'll be fine."

Melissa smiled weakly. Until her parents started to move around, she
had spent most of her life in Denver. Living in small towns like Haven
was new to her. It was still taking some getting used to.

They all piled into the car, Susan and Ann up front, Melissa in the
back. She felt her anxiety as a knot in her stomach. She started
questioning the wisdom of her decision. She tried to tell herself that
Susan and Ann were her friends, and that they would not let anything
bad happen to her. If they said this initiation was required before she
could become a full member of the Circle, then this is what she needed
to do.

The Circle. Susan and Ann had let her in on this secret of theirs at
the start of the the fall semester at high school. Melissa was a
sophomore, not quite due to turn sixteen yet until after the start of
the new year. Susan and Ann were seniors, which was why Melissa had
been so surprised that they actually wanted to associate with her. She
was doubly surprised when they told her about the Circle.

Susan and Ann were pagans. Melissa had learned this early on. But what
they had not told her until recently was that they were also witches,
or attempting to be. They had obtained several old books on magic and
spells from some obscure publishers and were attempting to teach
themselves the arcane arts. Melissa had been skeptical at first, until
she was invited to one of their ceremonies. To her astonishment, Susan
and Ann, wearing strange robes and jewelry and after much chanting over
burning candles, conjured up several ghostly images in the center of a
pentagram drawn in chalk on the floor of Susan's basement.

That had convinced Melissa that whatever they were doing, it was real.
And the more they told her about it, the more she wanted to be
involved.

"These spells really work, Melissa," Susan had confided in her at one
point. "There's spells that can make other people do what you want,
without them even realizing that you're pulling the strings."

She proved her claim, too, or at least as far as Melissa could verify.
Susan was enamored of a particular boy named Jim Haynes that was
already going steady with another girl. She let Melissa watch as she
went through the motions of casting a charm on him. Several hours
later, as Melissa was leaving Susan's house, who should arrive on the
doorstep but Jim, claiming that he needed to get some class notes from
Susan. Susan later claimed that she went over to his house on the
pretext of offering to tutor him in the class he had missed, only to
wind up having sex with him instead.

"You can do things like that, too, Melissa," Susan had said with a
conspiratorial grin. "If you were in the Circle."

This had been too tempting for Melissa to pass up. She had wanted more
control over her life, and this seemed like the perfect way to go about
it. She was not sure if she would use it to the same ends as Susan,
however.

She was interested in sex, there was no doubt about that. At fifteen,
she had filled out very nicely, having inherited her mother's large
breasts, long legs, and honey-brown hair, and her father's deep blue
eyes. But she did not care for many of the boys she often found around
her. She was attracted to them physically, but their personalities put
her off. Worse, she had begun to suspect in the past year that she had
bisexual tendencies. She felt an attraction for Susan, and a lesser one
for Ann.

Melissa was desperate to be accepted into the Circle. She was desperate
to feel like she belonged. So when she had informed Susan and Ann, they
had promptly told her that there would be an initiation first. It was
not until a few days ago that they revealed the details. Though there
were one or two details that Melissa still did not know even now.

Susan mentioned one of them as they drove towards the outskirts of
town. "Melissa, the ceremony will take place in the Gilded Forest just
on top of the hill. Hope that doesn't spook you too much."

Melissa shook her head. The name meant nothing to her. "Why should it?"

"Oh, she probably doesn't know about it," Ann said, turning her head
towards Susan and grinning. "She's new to town."

"How much do you know about Haven's history, Melissa?" Susan asked.

"Not very much."

"Some years ago, there was some sort of pervert loose in the forest,"
Ann explained. "They said he would kidnap girls from the town or from
the campgrounds and fuck them while slowly strangling them."

Melissa blanched, and her hand flew to her bosom, where a small
pentacle hung from a chain under her blouse. She clutched at it through
the fabric, popping two buttons open. Susan and Ann had given her the
pendant soon after revealing the Circle to her, claiming it was a
protective charm. Indeed, Melissa did feel a little more secure and
confident when she wore it, though she had to keep it hidden from her
parents.

"That was, like, ten years ago," Susan said. "So not all that long ago,
actually."

"Did they catch the guy?" Melissa asked, eyes wide.

"Nope, never," Ann said. "Though I haven't heard of anything happening
recently."

"If there was anyone there, he probably moved on when they started
hunting for him," Susan said. "I wouldn't worry about it. Just makes a
great tale to tell people. Kind of like the hook on the car door handle
or the guy in the back seat."

"But those are urban legends," Melissa pointed out. "They're not true."

Susan just shrugged. "Maybe this one is too, I don't know."

Ann shook her head. "Oh, no. My Mom told me that she knew a friend
who's cousin died because of him."

Melissa opened her mouth to point out that that was the mark of an
urban legend, that it always happened to a friend's relative, or a
relative's friend, or any number of combinations of indirection. She
closed it and remained quiet, knowing that Ann could be a real bear
when someone disagreed with her. Melissa did not want to do anything to
jeopardize her acceptance.

She realized it was also possible that Ann was purposely trying to
scare her. Ann did things like that, though she claimed that she was
simply testing Melissa and "keeping her on her toes."

"Magic is not something you fool around with unless you know what
you're doing and you keep your head about you," Ann had told her once
after Melissa had admitted that something Ann had said to her had not
gone over very well.

"We're almost there, girls," Susan said. "Melissa, you'll have one last
chance to back out of this."

Melissa nodded. She saw the trees loom up on either side of them, dark,
shadowy monoliths barely visible, outlined against a moonless sky. Her
heart started to pound, and she shivered.

Susan took them off the main road and down a graveled path, past a sign
that clearly stated that the picnic areas were closed at dusk. There
was no gate across the road. Melissa peered between Susan and Ann to
see what was up ahead. She looked up in time to see Susan flip on the
brights and a split-second later lean heavily on the brake as a deer
appeared in the headlight beams.

Susan clicked her tongue as the deer stood staring at them. She flipped
her lights completely off and tapped the horn, then flipped the lights
back on. The deer had vanished.

"Damn things get dazzled by the headlights," Susan explained. "But the
sound they understand."

Susan crept along a short distance further and pulled over to the side
of the road, killing both the engine and the headlights, plunging them
all into darkness. Melissa heard someone open the glove compartment,
then there was a click as a flashlight was turned on.

"Okay, Melissa," Susan said, turning around in her seat. "This is your
last chance to back out. You give the word, we'll take you back to
town."

"But you can't be in the Circle," Ann piped, waving the flashlight as
if brandishing a weapon. "And we can't be friends with you anymore. It
wouldn't work."

Melissa took a deep breath. Her heart hammered in her chest. She was
scared, but she was more frightened of being bereft of friendship and
missing an opportunity to belong. "I want to go through with it," she
said in a shaky voice. "Please."

Susan and Ann exchanged glances. "Okay, Melissa, we'll do it," Susan
said. She took the flashlight from Ann's hand. "Let's go."

The air felt a lot more chilly up on the hill than it had in town. It
made the skin along Melissa's bare arms prickle. A breeze blew up,
rustling the leaves in the trees, and sending a shiver through
Melissa's body. "It's colder than I thought it would be," she commented
forlornly.

"It won't get really frigid tonight," Susan said as she stepped up to
Melissa. "It's too early in the season."

Ann came around the back of the car and stood on the other side of
Melissa. "Did you wear what we told you to?" she demanded.

Melissa nodded. "I have it on already under my clothes." She swallowed
and looked around nervously, though there was little to be seen past
the small circle of light that Susan shone on the ground from her
flashlight. "A-are you sure there won't be anyone else around here?"

"Except maybe that strangling pervert," Ann said with a grin.

"Shush, you," Susan said, though she was smiling herself. "Don't make
Melissa any more nervous than she already is."

"I don't think that's possible, actually," Melissa said, her anxiety so
great that she felt tears well up in her eyes. She quickly blinked them
away before anyone could notice.

"No, there's no one else up here but us. You'll be all alone until we
come get you in the morning."

The prospect of being alone was almost as bad as not being alone, but
Melissa accepted it and simply nodded.

"Let's get the stuff out the trunk, Susan," Ann said jerking her thumb
behind her.

"Melissa, you get your jeans and blouse off while Ann and I get ready,"
Susan said. She and Ann went around to the back of the car.

Melissa took a deep breath to try to calm herself as she reached up to
undo the remaining buttons on her blouse. Her hands trembled so badly
that this simple act seemed to take her forever to do. As she reached
the last button, she glanced over to Susan and Ann, who stood before
the open trunk of the car. They were each slipping into their witches'
robes of dark blue.

She swallowed and pulled her blouse open, revealing a lacy black bra
one size too small for her. She had had trouble finding a full-figured
bra size of this style and had to make do, which had the effect of
squeezing her breasts against her body until it seemed as though they
would spill over the tops of the cups.

A thin chain ran from around her neck into her cleavage. She tugged on
the chain and plucked the pentacle from where it had been trapped
between her swelling breasts.

Melissa shed her blouse and put it on top of the car. She undid the
button and zipper of her jeans and slid them down her legs. The cold
air bit at her as more of her bare skin was revealed, and she visibly
shivered. At the same time, the cool air had a mildly stimulating
effect on her. Combined with the excitement of anticipation, it had
actually aroused her somewhat.

She was now glad that her panties were black as well. This was the only
thing she liked about them, however. They were very tight, hugging her
crotch such that the fabric threatened to be drawn into her slit if she
moved the wrong way. They were also very skimpy, leaving much of her
ass bare.

In her efforts to get her sneakers through the pant legs, she
accidentally backed into the side of the car and gave a small yelp at
the feel of the cold metal against her rear end.

She finally got her jeans off and put them aside as well. She reached
down and tugged the top hem of each of her black fishnet stockings to
smooth them out. One garter had become undone. She stretched it down
and pulled up more on the stocking until she could get the two of them
connected again.

Susan came up to her. She had a coil of rope draped over a shoulder and
several large pieces of foam rubber rolled up under one arm. "You
ready, Melissa?"

Melissa nodded, then realized that it was dark enough even with the
flashlight that she might not have been seen. "I think so."

"Nervous?"

Melissa swallowed. She chafed her hands up and down her arms. "And
c-cold."

Ann came over and grabbed Melissa's clothes. "I'll put these in the
trunk." She stopped and stared at Melissa. "Hey, Susan, shine your
flashlight on her."

Susan lifted the beam of light and drew it slowly up Melissa's body.
Melissa squinted and averted her eyes when the beam struck her in the
face. Susan lowered the beam.

Ann grinned. "Hey, Melissa, nice bod. I mean that. I don't know why you
go around in such unflattering clothes all the time."

Melissa blushed crimson but smiled weakly. She was indeed rather
attractive. In addition to her ample breasts and long legs, she had a
slim waist and gracefully curving hips. Her ass was tight and firm. She
knew on some level that she was pretty, but she had trouble bringing
herself to show it off. Plus she liked to wear things that were
comfortable, and many of the things other women wore to show themselves
off looked uncomfortable to her.

"Do you have the shoes, Ann?" Susan asked.

"No, I'll get them, and the tape." Ann rushed off to the trunk of the
car again.

Melissa looked confused. "Shoes?"

Susan smiled wanly. "Um, something we didn't tell you about, sorry. We
want to make sure that you don't decide to chicken out at the last
minute and try to run away from us."

"I won't do that," Melissa protested.

"I know you probably won't, but we really have to make sure. It's ...
it's important for the ceremony."

Melissa hesitated a moment, then nodded tentatively. "Okay."

Ann returned carrying a pair of black shoes which she held up for
Melissa to see, grinning widely. They were angled very steeply, the
heel at least four inches high if not more, though the heel was thick
and had a flat base.

"I ... I can't wear those," Melissa said, stricken. "I've never worn
high heels before."

Ann smirked. "Well, that's sort of the idea. Anyway, this thing is a
little easier than most, see?" She tapped a finger against the base of
the heel.

The two girls crouched at Melissa's feet. They helped her off with each
of her sneakers and eased her feet into the shoes. Melissa winced as
she felt her toes pinch together as she put her weight on them. Despite
the wider heel, she still felt like she was about to tip over. She
looked down at herself, and discovered that the shoes made her legs
look even longer than they were before.

Susan shone a light on her legs and smiled. "Too bad you don't wear
them more often, Melissa. They look good on you."

Melissa heard a noise to the side and turned her head. Ann was tearing
off a piece from a roll of duct tape. "Just to make sure you can't slip
them off." She wrapped the tape around the top of Melissa's foot and
the bottom of the shoe between the toe and heel. She wrapped a few more
pieces in layers before doing the same to the other foot.

Melissa took another deep breath, though it did her little good. In
these shoes she was as good as helpless, as she could not run more than
a few steps without falling over. She was definitely past the point of
no return.

Ann slipped the tape into a large pocket of her robe. She reached into
the trunk and retrieved four large metal stakes and a mallet before
closing the trunk. "I think we got everything."

Susan and Ann took position on either side of Melissa. Each took one of
her hands firmly.

"I ... I'm ready," Melissa said.

Susan smiled. "Better be, since this is it. No turning back now."

"That's right," Ann said. "Not even if you wanted to. Come along now."

The two of them led her around the front of the car. Melissa had a
great deal of trouble keeping her feet moving straight on the gravel,
even with guidance. They moved a little too fast for her, and she
stumbled, the tight grip on her hands the only thing saving her from a
fall. When they left the road and started down a path of packed earth,
it was a little easier, though there were still plenty of rocks and
holes to trip her up. The flashlight that Susan held danced crazily
before them, as she held it with the same arm that was holding the foam
rubber sheets.

Melissa started to get the hang of walking on high heels, though they
still pinched her toes painfully. The path curved sharply one way and
then the other. It was clear she would not be visible from the road.
Assuming nothing went wrong until they came for her in the morning,
this suited her fine. The last thing she needed was someone finding her
here.

They finally came upon a small clearing surrounded by trees on all
sides. Melissa glanced up and could see a patch of sky against the
dark, spire-like shapes of the pines, where hundreds of stars twinkled.
The setting was so peaceful and lovely that she was able to relax for a
moment and forget her predicament. It was short lived, for the trees
rustled as a wind blew through the forest, chilling her to the bone as
it touched her bare skin. The thin, porous material of her
undergarments did little to insulate her.

"Right here," Susan said, and she and Ann stopped walking. She turned
to Melissa. "Think you can stand by yourself?"

Melissa adjusted her stance, moving one foot a little further from the
other. "Um, I think so."

Susan slowly let go of her hand, Ann following more quickly. Melissa
paused a moment and then nodded.

"Okay, now you stay right there. Don't try to go wandering off."

"We mean that, Melissa,"Ann said, her expression dead serious. "We
won't go chasing after you, you'll just have to get back to town
yourself in your underwear."

"I-I won't move," Melissa said sheepishly.

Ann grinned wickedly. "Good girl."

Susan and Ann left her, walking to roughly the center of the clearing,
where a picnic table stood. They conferred for a moment and put down
what they were carrying, including the flashlight, so they could pick
up the table and move it to the edge of the trees. With that out of the
way, they set about preparing for Melissa's initiation.

Susan unrolled the pieces of foam rubber on the ground, using rocks to
prevent the wind from snatching at them. She pointed, tracing a rough
rectangle around the the spot, Ann nodding as she took the first of the
stakes and the mallet in her hand. She walked to a point a few feet
from the foam rubber, to one of the corners of the rectangle. She knelt
on the ground and began to pound the stake into the dirt. It sounded
very loud to Melissa, echoing among the trees.

Melissa's heart pounded again as she watched the preparations unfold.
When Ann had finished driving the stake, leaving about six inches above
the ground angled away from the mat, Susan came over and tied the end
of the rope to it. She lowed the rope to near ground level and tugged
on it hard several times, and nodded when the stake held. She measured
off a length of the rope back to the mat and cut it with a switch blade
knife she had had in her pocket.

They repeated this for each of the three other corners. Her eyes fully
adjusted now to the darkness, Melissa could see the setup as a whole
rather than just the pieces upon which Susan's flashlight shone. Part
of her wondered why she had let herself be talked into this.

Susan and Ann approached her. "It's all set up now, Melissa," Susan
said. "Come along."

Melissa took another deep breath as Susan grasped her hand and pulled
her towards the center of the clearing. Ann took her other arm, their
grip on her a lot more firm than it had been before, as if they wanted
to take no chance of her escaping. They helped her down onto the foam
rubber mats such that she was lying on her back along its length,
looking up at the stars.

"Put your arms above your head, Melissa," Susan said. "Spread them and
your legs."

Melissa complied, fashioning herself into an "X" shape. Her anxiety
turned to fear as Susan pulled an arm straight and begin wrapping the
loose end of the rope about her wrist. Ann did the same with one of her
ankles, forcing her to spread her legs as wide as she could, until she
could feel the tendons in her groin and thigh stretch. Somewhere in the
distance an owl hooted and made her flinch, nearly pulling her
remaining foot from Ann's grip.

"Hold still!" Ann snapped.

"S-sorry," Melissa said. "The owl startled me."

"Fraidycat," Ann muttered as she tied the rope tightly around Melissa's
ankle.

Susan finished with Melissa's remaining wrist, and she and Ann stood up
and came around one side of Melissa. Susan shined her light down on
Melissa, starting from one end and slowly moving it to the other.
Melissa had been thoroughly staked down, her arms and legs spread and
stretched. The two of them smiled at their handiwork. "Can you move?"
Susan asked.

Melissa tried to pull at the ropes. There was no slack on them at all.
She could not even move her limbs from side to side on the ground.
"N-no, I can't."

She felt tears threaten to well up in her eyes again, but blinked them
away. She sniffled once, and tried to cover it by clearing her throat.
She tried desperately to ignore the fact that she never felt so
vulnerable and helpless in her life.

She felt something slide off one breast and a light tug at her neck.
Her pendant was dangling off to the side near her armpit.

Ann spotted the glint that the pendant made in the light of the
flashlight beam and crouched near Melissa's head. She reached down and
picked up the pendant in her fingers. "I don't remember us telling you
that you could wear this."

"But I always wear it, ever since you two gave it to me," Melissa cried
in a pleading voice.

"Melissa, I told you what to wear to this, and that's all I wanted you
to wear," Susan said reproachfully.

Ann grasped the chain and shifted it around Melissa's neck until she
found the clasp. "Here, I'll just take care of this."

"No, please!" Melissa nearly screamed. "Don't take it off! Leave me
that!"

The thought of removing the pendant terrified Melissa far more than her
predicament itself. She was not sure why. Perhaps she felt that the
protective charm would help prevent anything bad from happening to her
until morning. Or it was simply something to provide her with a little
emotional solace as she lay there through the night.

Whatever the reason, she was convinced that its absence would turn her
into an emotional and perhaps a mental wreck as well long before her
initiation could be completed.

"Oh, stop being a baby, Melissa," Ann snapped and started to undo the
clasp.

"No, wait, leave it be," Susan said.

Ann looked up at Susan and frowned. "Why?"

"It's not really all that important. Here, just move it off to the side
so it won't interfere with the ceremony."

Ann sighed and gave Susan a dirty look, but turned it to an
ingratiating smile when she looked back at Melissa. "Fine, you can keep
it." She moved the pentacle such that it rested on the ground beside
Melissa's neck.

Melissa swallowed and let out a rattling sigh, a few tears trickling
down her face. "Th-thank you."

Ann stood and frowned at Susan again, petulantly mouthing the words,
"Why did you do that?" Susan made a face and raised a hand briefly,
mouthing back, "Later."

"We will now begin," said Susan.

She stepped over to a point between Melissa's splayed legs. She placed
the flashlight on the ground carefully, aiming its beam directly at
Melissa's crotch. In moving Melissa into position on the mat, her
panties had been tugged into her slit, a deep furrow down the center of
the material. A few tufts of pubic hair were visible along the edges. A
breeze tickled the hairs. Melissa bit her lip and squirmed in
embarrassment, both for the fact that they could see her partially
exposed, and the fact that the breath of air felt mildly arousing.

Susan stood straight and extended her arms. She looked skyward. Ann
knelt on the ground at Melissa's waist and withdrew a long feather from
her robe.

"We are here to bring a new member to our Circle," Susan intoned. "We
present her to the goddess in hopes that she will be found worthy."

Melissa's breathing steadied. Hearing the actual words of the ceremony
spoken in such reverent tones made her feel better. Until that point,
she was starting to have her doubts, as none of what they were doing to
her seemed to make sense in this context.

After a pause, Susan continued. "We have prepared our young initiate,
Melissa, rendering her helpless before you, so that you may accept her
as she is. She has been laid bare before you, so that you may touch her
with your power and your grace."

At that moment, Ann started to lightly stroke the feather along the
inside of one of Melissa's legs. Melissa drew in a short gasp, her body
trembling at the extraordinarily soft and sensuous touch of the
feather. She bit her lip to suppress a moan as the feather was drawn up
along the inside of one thigh, then down the other, and back again. She
felt a tingling in her sex as Ann's touch aroused her.

"Your touch will be as light and gentle as this symbolic feather,"
Susan continued. "It will bring the wisdom that she needs to use her
power wisely."

Ann drew the feather up Melissa's abdomen and across her breasts. Even
through the fabric of the bra Melissa felt the feather's touch, and she
was unable to suppress a soft moan. Ann paused for just a moment,
smiled to herself, and continued to ply the feather around Melissa's
body, touching her arms and face before bringing it back down to her
legs, where she very lightly played it about Melissa's panties.

Melissa was fully aroused now. She could feel the dampness in her pussy
when the breeze blew across her helpless body. Her skin tingled and
flushed hot despite the chill in the air. /Oh, no, was this supposed to
happen?/ she thought, wishing she felt brave enough to ask.

"But to judge her worthy, goddess, you must see her as she is, naked
before you," Susan said.

Melissa's eyes widened at the word "naked", and hoped that Susan had
meant that symbolically. This hope was dashed when Ann put the feather
away and took out the switchblade. Melissa whimpered and shuddered when
Ann slid the blade carefully between her breasts, the sharp edge
upward. Ann raised the knife and gently sawed through the black
material.

After only a few seconds, the remaining threads snapped and Melissa's
breasts came spilling out over her chest. The nipples were raised and
erect, the skin around them taut. The cool air blowing across them made
her shiver with desire as much as with the cold.

/They didn't tell me about this!/ she thought desperately.

Ann pulled the remainder of the garment from Melissa's body and tossed
it unceremoniously to the side. She proceeded to slide the knife blade
under the band holding the panties in place, feeling Melissa shudder
under her touch. Tears began to flow freely from Melissa's eyes as the
band snapped, first around one leg and then the other, exposing
Melissa's moist sex to the flashlight beam, shining on it like a
spotlight.

As she pulled the remains of the panties free from the garters and
stockings, Ann noticed Melissa's state of arousal, and a positively
wicked smile came upon her face.

"We leave her now," Susan said, lowering her arms. "We leave her to the
trusted care of the goddess."

"Oh, but you forgot one last part of the ceremony, Susan," Ann said,
grinning up at her friend.

Susan looked nonplussed for a moment, until she caught sight of Ann's
unobtrusive gesture towards Melissa's exposed pussy. She smiled
slightly, though there was a hint of unease to it. "Um, yes ... Be so
kind as to do the honors yourself, Ann."

"With pleasure!"

Ann took the remains of Melissa's panties and rubbed them against
Melissa's slit. Melissa gasped, and her muscles tensed, pulling
uselessly at the ropes that bound her to the ground. She moaned loudly
and cried out, "Wh-what ... what a-are you doing??"

"Be quiet until the end of the ceremony, Melissa," Ann said. "If you
want it to go right."

"Ohhhh ..." Melissa moaned piteously. She was so slick with lubrication
that even the rough surface of her panties could stimulate her without
chafing her. But just as she started to rise, Ann withdrew the panties,
leaving Melissa engorged and frustrated, as well as embarrassed beyond
belief. Yet it was nothing compared to what Ann did to her next.

Ann appeared at Melissa's head, holding the wadded-up panties in one
hand. With the other she reached down and pinched Melissa's cheeks,
forcing her mouth open. "Open wide!"

Ann stuffed the panties into Melissa's surprised mouth. Melissa's eyes
went wide and she screamed through her nose, trying to force the
panties from her mouth with her tongue. Ann stuffed them completely
inside and snatched the roll of duct tape from her robe. She tore off a
piece, pushed Melissa's mouth closed, and sealed the tape across
Melissa's lips.

Melissa was crying. Everything had gone disastrously wrong.

"It's okay, Melissa," Susan said soothingly and with some haste. "It's
okay. This is part the ceremony. We ... " She glanced at Ann, who wore
a smug smile. "We simply had some, um, disagreement over whether to
include it."

So desperate was Melissa still for acceptance that she looked up at
Susan with a hopeful expression in her eyes.

"Your, um, sexuality is tied to your magic power. And accepting your
own sexuality it sometimes not an easy thing to do, so this is symbolic
of that."

Melissa's tears had stopped. It sounded almost plausible to her.

Ann nodded, trying not to snicker. "Yeah, that's right, Melissa. Sorry
we didn't warn you about it."

Susan smiled easily. "Everything is okay. This is just ... a modern
variation on the original ceremony."

Melissa wanted to believe this. But the taste of her own sex and the
musky odor that rose into her nostrils each time she exhaled made it
difficult for her to concentrate. While part of her was disgusted at
this turn of events, another part of her thought it was extremely
erotic, and it was this that kept her in such a heightened state of
arousal that it ached.

Ann stood up. "We better be getting back."

Susan nodded. She picked up the flashlight. "Melissa, we're going to
leave you now. We'll return for you shortly after dawn, and then you'll
be a full-fledged member of the Circle."

Melissa took a deep breath through her nose, her anxiety at the
prospect of being left alone returning. Nevertheless she snuffled back
fresh tears and nodded.

Susan and Ann smiled at her one last time. They picked up the remaining
rope and the remains of Melissa's bra and left the clearing. Melissa
listened to their footfalls as they receded, growing fainter until she
could no longer hear them. A few moments later, there was the sound of
a car engine starting, the crunch of tires across gravel, and then
nothing but the wind and her own labored breathing.

She was totally alone, helpless and naked in a forest under the open
sky.

She began to cry.
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