Dans le Murs (Part 4)

"I know." he replied sagely, "Obviously we must ensure your absolute discretion so you will have to go through an initiation ceremony; also simply so that we all go down together. They will accept you if I say so. What do you say?"
"This initiation ceremony," I asked cautiously, "what does it entail? I'm still fairly conservative you understand."
"Of course." he smiled, "Nothing too 'way out', just enough to ensure that you are discrete."
"What have you in mind?" I asked.
"You will deflower a virgin on the altar in front of the assembly."
"A young virgin?"
"Oooh." he waved his arms loosely in the air, "Let me make the selection shall we Colin."
"But I will not perform with a girl too young." I complained in panic, "She'll be too small physically and it will be illegal."
"I must remind you that we are not exactly bound by the common law and need something to bind you to us Colin." he gripped my shoulder, "But fear not, the female human body is a wonderfully adaptable organism. You would be surprised at what can be done with a little will power. I can guarantee that, if you are able, then the girl we select will be able to hold all you have. I'm not saying it will be like penetrating a whore, she will be tight naturally, but she will be able, believe me."

I didn't like the sound of this too much but the idea was so disturbingly exciting I finally nodded my assent.
"Wonderful." he shook my hand, "We are meeting again in two weeks, Madeleine will bring you and we will hold the ceremony then while at the same time give you your sect name."

What could I do but believe him. I was hooked and, I suppose, I wanted to be. I knew he was suggesting paedophilia, something that revolted me but somehow I managed to justify it in my mind – just this once. Little did I suspect what he had planned. He pressed a hidden button and, a few moments later Madeleine appeared. By this time I had dressed again. The Grand Master spoke to her briefly before bidding me farewell. Madeleine guided me through the dusty corridors until we arrived at a recognisable landmark. As she was about to leave she said, "You will meet me 'ere at two, two weeks from now, yes?" I nodded and she slipped away. I looked at my watch and realised that I had been with the cult for four hours and it was gone two. The afternoons filming went well although all through it I could feel myself becoming sweaty and heady. Driving home that evening I definitely felt under the weather and the next morning I wasn't going anywhere. I was lying in a pool of sweat and aching all over. Two very strong analgesics saw me through the morning until, with some reservations, I called the doctor. He arrived mid-afternoon and I crawled out of bed to let him in. He took one look at me and, after taking my temperature, ordered me to rest for at least a week. A very virulent form of influenza was sweeping the area, he said. Boy, he didn't need to tell me, I already knew.

Fluids, sleep and aspirin was his prescription and maybe, yes maybe, I could get up in a week or so. When I argued that I had work to do, he shrugged Gallicly and told me that if I tried then I would end up in hospital very quickly indeed. He said he would send the infirmiere to visit me each day. The next few days were a blur of agony and ecstasy. I am sure that I was hallucinating from time to time and it was a full week before I was fully lucid again. During this time Therese had visited me twice but even the sight of her body could not raise a flicker of interest. During the second week I was able to get around for short periods and it wasn't until the day of my initiation approached that I really felt like any form of licentious activity. Therese had left clips of the filming with me as well as an example of a new line in videos that Joker Industries were to market. Instead of the usual pattern of most current films, especially those from the States, they would be introducing a more spontaneous approach, more like the real thing. I had found the Stateside films to be repetitious and boring with the similar scenes, often with the same cast, over and over again. There were usually four explicit sex sessions each starting with oral sex before moving on to penetration. First it would be 'missionary' style with close ups, then from the side followed by rear entry into the vagina. The climax had some variations but most ended up with ejaculation from rear entry and some over the girls pubic hair. Occasionally there were two girls and one got a close up when the man came. However it was all contrived and often drawn out, one could almost time the sessions. Joker was to take the 'timing' out of it. This had a cost, of course, and I had been in on the later stages of the discussions. They would be using less experienced cast, especially the men, and this would result in a few rather rapid finishes. It would be more difficult to script but should produce more 'fun' videos. The first one off the line that Therese brought me to comment on was certainly different. Called simply 'First Night Blues' it purported to follow the experiences of a newly married couple that had not engaged in pre-marital sex on their honeymoon. It was a corker and would certainly sell at an upmarket price.

Therese told me that the 'bride' was seventeen and a delightful brunette. Her 'husband' was twenty-two and had been studying to be a priest before he found that his urges were not compatible with that calling. He had been located through an agency and had proved an ideal leading man for this style of film because he was very well endowed, nearly eight inches and he didn't have a great deal of self-control when it came to ejaculation. In a nutshell, he sometimes came a bit suddenly and, usually, quite copiously. This produced quite humorous scenes, especially the very first time. She was a little tense, he was really worked up as he tried, in vain, to get inside her and finally it all finished in a mighty eruption of sperm that flooded her belly and pubic hair. The first time I watched the video I was not really fit but, on subsequent viewing, I realised its potential value. Over the week I had written a comprehensive critique on the film identifying its strengths and weaknesses, both in the story and in the technical realisation. I intended to hand it to Therese when I returned to the chateau. I confirmed that the team would be there the following morning and, after an early shower, I drove to work once more. Midsummer was now blistering hot and I was glad of the shade of the trees as I crunched up the drive. As I parked the car I could see Madeleine and Anne-Marie waiting at the gate. I greeted both with a light kiss and gave my report to Anne-Marie who whisked it away without a word after pressing a buff envelope into my hand. Madeleine whispered to me, "Two o' clock by the West staircase, o.k?" I nodded and she too vanished. I opened the letter and it was a 'Welcome Back' card signed by all the team and a reminder that there would be a project conference at ten.

I glanced at my watch and realised that I had less than five minutes to reach the large room that had been assigned to us. I followed a large jug of steaming coffee into the room and grabbed a welcome cup. The meeting started promptly and, after a few pleasantries, got down to business. Filming, it appeared, had been progressing well with few mishaps. There was a problem with Maud Fontaine, who played Pat, in that she had shaved her pubic hairs saying that it would look better if the camera could see her sex.

"No, No, NO!" I exclaimed in sheer frustration, "I selected Maud primarily because she had a lot of pubic hair. Pat had a very thick bush down there and you couldn't see anything unless she held herself open. Get her in here, NOW!" I was really wound up and they could sense this. We had a short break for coffee while I practised, in French, what I would say to the girl. We resumed and Maud was brought in.

"Why did you shave yourself, Maud?" I asked.
"Because you could not see enough of me on the film." she complained, "This is a sex film so I thought they should be able to see."
"Well you thought wrong," I ranted at her, "I selected you because you had hair like Pat and now you change it. How bad is it? Let me see."
She looked guiltily around the room but gained little sympathy so, with a shrug, she unzipped her jeans and let them fall. Then she put her thumbs into her panties and pulled them down also. Her pubic fur was like a crew-cut, very short with her pouting lips showing clearly. "Jesus Christ!" I snapped, "When did she do it?"
"The day after you were last here." replied Therese.
"Shit!" I swore again, "It'll take ages to grow properly again. How many scenes has she done?
"One."
"Get her off the set," I announced, "see if Edith is available and shoot the scene again."

Maud spluttered then, as tears trickled down her face, she grabbed her clothes and ran out. After that the rest of the morning was a doddle. After lunch I had a walk in the grounds; I still was not used to the heavy meal in the middle of the day, before going to the West staircase. I sat on the bottom step until Madeleine arrived. As we strode off towards the catacombs I realised how attractive she was and felt a familiar stirring. "Later," I thought, "I have a girl to deflower." Down into the caverns we went, arriving at the little vestibule. Here Madeleine left me with the Grand Master. I stripped and put on a robe as he explained the procedure. I would kneel before him and be blessed in the name of the sect then they would bring on the girl. She would be stripped naked and laid on a rug on the low altar. I would also divest myself of my robe and, after kissing her slit, would penetrate her and have intercourse. I was to remain inside her until ejaculation started then I would withdraw and come over her. That way it would be seen to be the complete act and I would be locked into the society. I would not be told her name and she would be blindfolded so that she could not recognise me. He briefed me on the protocol and the responses and gave me a slip of paper so that I would not forget. I gathered that, although it was not a mortal sin to utter the wrong responses, it did detract from the respect and standing of the ceremony so I was encouraged to try and get them right, even if it did mean using a crib sheet.

At the appointed hour a gong sounded and I followed the Grand Master out into the body of the crypt, for crypt it was, and knelt in front of the altar at the appointed spot. He silenced the audience and then addressed them in Latin and Old French. Then he turned to me and indicated that I rise. Addressing me he spoke, in Old French, "We are gathered here in the sight of this conclave to witness the initiation of Sethin (the name he had chosen for me, meaning ‘Wise Foreigner’) into our sect as High Wizard and Loremaster. Speak now those who would question my right to deliver the litany of assumption or be damned to silence forever. Heed now those who would challenge, for your challenge shall be put to Horeb. Speak." There was silence. He continued. "You, Sethin, have been truly offered to the sect, to uphold its laws and traditions, to honour its teaching and to enhance its vision. In return the sect and its members will support, assist and guide you. Do you, Sethin, embrace the teaching of the sect, its mysteries and its secrets on pain of death or until the end of your natural life?"
"I do." I replied.
Will you, Sethin," he droned, "offer yourself for initiation, freely and without let or hindrance so that we may witness your honour and grant you that which you desire?
"I do."
"What shall be the manner of Sethin's initiation?" he chanted.
"I would make a woman of a young virgin." I replied.
"Let it be so," he cried, "Sethin has invoked the basest of ceremonies, let a virgin be brought forth."

There was movement towards the back of the hall and a tiny blonde haired girl approached the dais escorted by two women. She was some four foot six with a round, freckled face, her eyes shielded by a mask. I suspected that she had been drugged to make her compliant. A thick rug was spread over the low altar and the girls’s robe removed. She was almost emaciated and her genitals had no hair so that she was clearly pre-pubescent – maybe as young as ten. One of the two women laid the child onto the rug while the other approached me. "Remove thy gown," she said, "so that we may begin the initiation."
I allowed the garment to be loosened and taken from me; I was then blindfolded securely. “To prevent me seeing the pain on the child’s face.” I was informed. I was naked in front of the assembly and, to my shame, sporting a massive erection. The woman who removed my gown could hardly take her eyes off my member, curved and weeping slightly in its aroused state. She licked her lips suggestively as she withdrew, her gaze still on me. Whilst I could not see, the Grand Master took the young girl to one side and replaced her with a different, slim young woman of legal age. She also had very small breasts and her pubic area shaved silky smooth so that I would suspect nothing. I moved like an automaton to the altar where the two women arranged her legs to hang over the rounded edge thus offering me easy access to her sex. All she had was a slit and it was reminiscent of the first time as a teenager.

The older woman stroked the naked cleft and pulled the slim lips apart so that all could see the pale flesh inside. Bending down on one knee I placed a firm kiss on the soft crevice under the guidance of my instructor. I was then drawn to the child by strong arms while hands directed my stiffness toward the minute passage. With a sweeping movement the tip of my penis was brushed over and into the parted crack gently lubricating the innocent sex. This also had the effect of smothering the head with oil and I felt fingers swirl over the glossy knob as they guided it towards its target. With growing fascination I sensed a hand steering my prick into the mouth of the vagina where it rested, throbbing and hot, dribbling a little more into the tiny entrance. There was a pull on my cock and I interpreted this to mean that I was intended to thrust and penetrate the girl. This I did with growing lust and was met with stern resistance from her small body. With imminent failure in mind I rammed myself against her hard, forcing it to open her passage and entering the young cunt. She wriggled and squeaked as the knob reamed its way inside. It was tight; it hurt me, so what she was feeling I could only guess. However I pressed in and soon over half my length was embedded inside her. I imagined myself looking down at the florid shaft protruding from her pale genitals as I began to rub myself off against her. I reckoned that if I lasted thirty seconds before shooting my load I would have done well.