The Temple of Venus

The Temple of Venus 2 and 3

By Peaceful Bard

(I'll forward it to the author)

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Chapter Two: Pleasure and Pain

Mrs Andrews led them down a small hallway of cheap linoleum and bare walls. They entered a medical exam room a few doors down.

Lillian gulped. How many more humiliations could they force upon her? Mrs Andrews gestured to the exam table, which she sat on. The cold vinyl caused her butt to itch.

“Amber, go get the shower ready for us.” Mrs Andrews said. Amber left the room with a nod, leaving Lillian alone with the woman.

“The shower?” Lillian asked.

“Be silent.” Mrs Andrews said sternly.

“What’s going to happen to me?” She asked.

The response was an iron hard pinch on the forearm from Mrs Andrews’ claw like hand. Lillian cried out in pain. Mrs Andrews stopped just short of drawing blood.

“Be. Silent.” She warned.

Mrs Andrews then checked her blood pressure, took her weight, and did all the things of a standard medical check up. Throughout Lillian remained silent.

“Lay down and spread your legs.” She ordered after completing the final step of the regular exam.

“What?” Lillian asked, forgetting the moratorium on speaking.

This time the punishment was a pinch on her right nipple, as hard as the first. Lillian screamed.

“Next time the pinch is in a place you really don’t want it to be.” She warned.

Lillian laid down as instructed, her heart was pounding and a fresh wave from her seemingly infinite reservoir of tears streamed down her cheeks.

She moaned in indignity as she felt Mrs Andrews’s fingers probe and explore her vagina, vulva, and labia.

“Have you had your first period?” She asked after finishing her inspection.

Lillian nodded.

“How long ago?”

“Three months.” She answered, hoping she wouldn’t get pinched.

“When are you due?”

“End of the month. Like ten days.” She said.

“I can tell from the exam that you’ve never had vaginal sex. What about oral or anal?”

“I don’t know what that means.” She said.

“Then the answer is no. Stand up, we’re done here.”

Mrs Andrews marched her from the room and further down the hallway where they entered a tiled shower room with half a dozen nozzles around the walls.

Amber was there with a bucket full of hygiene stuff and a running shower head beside her. She was wearing a yellow poncho over her dress. She greeted Lillian with a wave.

Mrs Andrews pulled a yellow poncho from the bucket and donned it over her clothes as well.

“You can’t be serious.” Lillian blurted before her brain caught up with her mouth.

This time the pinch was to her labia, Mrs Andrews crushed the meaty flesh of her lips between her fingers. Lillian couldn’t even scream.

“Now get under the water and shut your mouth.” She said.

Amber gave her a sympathetic look as she entered the freezing cold spray. It was her second cold shower of the day.

Amber and Mrs Andrews proceeded to scrub every inch of her body vigorously with soap and abrasive brushes until she was pink and pruney all over. The effort not to object to their unfamiliar hands on her body was checked by the fear of another pinch.

Then came the worst part. After she was washed and toweled down she was seated on a stool. From behind her came the sound of electric clippers.

Lillian could only sob as Mrs Andrews shaved her head. She knew now why Amber’s hair was so short, she’d only had it for two weeks. First they took her clothes, next they were taking her dignity and vanity. A proper slave indeed.

After she was shaved Amber rubbed her shoulder with some antiseptic ointment at Mrs Andrew’s instruction. Lillian knew an injection was coming, but didn’t expect to be punctured by the largest syringe she’d ever seen.

She would have screamed except she was all out of screams. The needle went in and out in a second but the pain endured for much longer.

“That’s a micro RFID tracker. It’s embedded into your triceps muscle. Any attempt to escape and you will be found. The penalties for escape are severe, so take my advice and don’t do it.” Mrs Andrews said.

She and Amber then stowed away all the things they had acquired to wash, shave, and tag her. She was ordered to stand.

“Now it’s time to meet the students and staff. Amber, go and ask the High Priestess to call a general assembly in the Temple.” She ordered.

While Amber hurried ahead Lillian was lead by the shoulder out of the room and into the same hallway. She was taken down to the very end where there was another door leading outside.

It was drizzling as Lillian was led across an open space of grass and trees in between the intake building and the Temple. Lillian would have considered the campus quite beautiful if she didn’t hate every brick of the place.

The Temple was quite large and grand in its design. Three stories high and perhaps fifty meters wide on its thin side that fronted the open space. The facade was adorned with Greek columns and a triangular cap.

“This is the Temple. It is here that the fifteen and sixteen year olds practice their trade as acolytes to the Goddess. Worshippers travel from all over the world to make the sacrament with an acolyte. It is also where we have meetings and assemblies.” Mrs Andrews explained as they approached.

Lillian knew better than to ask what the sacrament was. She had a pretty good idea herself but it was too horrible to contemplate. It seemed that the Temple of Venus was more than just a name.

The inside of the Temple was a large open space not unlike a church sanctuary. A pillared arcade ran around the lower half of the space, while above it was a gallery overlooking the room. There were no pews or benches, only empty tile floor. At the far end of the space, at least fifty meters away, was a large marble altar.

A pair of nude statues, a man and a woman, three meters tall and likewise made of white marble, stood on either side of the altar. The woman was looking at the man seductively, her nipples were aroused, and likewise the man’s... thing was standing straight up. Lillian had heard from other girls that men and boy’s things did that. She blushed a bit at the sight of the statues.

“Behold, Adam and Eve, the first lovers blessed by Venus with the ability to procreate.” Mrs Andrews said.

Lillian wasn’t super familiar with the religion and mythology of the old world, but she didn’t think that was right. She did not dare express that thought though, so she kept her mouth shut.

“Go and stand at the altar, between Adam and Eve. The students and staff will be here soon.” She was commanded.

She obeyed. Upon the altar the words “Come, virile man, and experience the blessings of the flesh in exchange for the blessing of prosperity.” were inscribed.

A bell rang somewhere on the campus. Lillian stood idly at the altar as instructed while Mrs Andrews stood a short distance away.

A few minutes later the doors to the Temple began opening and closing as girls came milling into the sanctuary. Lillian’s sense of nakedness increased tenfold as students of the Temple, all within a few years of her in age entered and looked at her. They whispered among themselves while others simply stared at her. Lillian was reminded not to cover herself by a curt cough from Mrs Andrews.

Among the three dozen girls who arrived in groups of two to six were a handful of adults of both genders. Everyone, including the adults, wore the same featureless white cotton dress that hung to the knees.

After a few minutes everyone in the room faced Lillian and bowed as one. Her cheeks went even redder. Why were they bowing to her?

She jumped out of her bare skin when she felt two warm hands upon her shoulders. She wheeled about and beheld an old woman on the other side of the altar, wearing the same white dress as everyone (but Lillian). Her dress was augmented by a gold colored sash and she wore a silver tiara upon her head. Lillian was looking at the High Priestess.

Lillian bowed like everyone else. What a fool she was to think they were bowing for her.

“Rise, child.” She said. Lillian did so.

“What is your name?” The High Priestess asked.

“Lillian, ma’am.” She said.

“My disciples and students, today we bring Lillian into our fold. Mr Reynolds and Mrs Andrews vouch for her.” She said to the students and staff gathered near the altar.

“Lillian, we will teach you to give your body and spirit to others in the sacrament of lovemaking. You are a slave of the Goddess of love.” She said.

“Now, let us welcome Lillian into our family.” The Priestess continued.

Mrs Andrews brought forward a blindfold. Lillian’s heart went into her throat. This could mean nothing good. She meekly allowed Mrs Andrews to tie it around her head. Somehow being naked and blind was so much more humiliating than being naked alone.

“Begin.” The High Priestess said.

Lillian could hear someone approach her. They were very close. She felt someone’s lips and tongue pass over her left nipple. She nearly cried out. The girl walked away.

Someone else approached. If all the greetings were to be like the first then this might actually be fun.

It wasn’t. This greeting came in the form of a painful slap across the face. This time Lillian did cry out. The third salutation was a bite on the neck that hurt. She winced. This was not fun at all.

The fourth was a gentle caress of her vagina with soft hands. She shivered as a wave of pleasure shook her. Fifth was another slap. Sixth a kiss on the lips.

On and on it went, with some girls abusing her and others giving her affection. It was a confusing and scary experience, not knowing who was who and not knowing if the next encounter would bring pleasure or pain.

At last the High Priestess declared that the ritual was complete. Lillian’s blindfold was removed. All of the people who were kind or cruel were before her. She had no idea who was who.

Amber stepped forward. Her alone Lillian could be sure had done her kindness instead of injury. In her arms was a white dress like all the others.

Lillian allowed Amber to dress her, first with a pair of simple underwear, and then the dress. Blessed covering. She wasn’t naked anymore. She nearly cried for joy.

“Now it is time for lunch.” The High Priestess said.

As if in answer Lillian’s stomach rumbled noisily. She was reminded that she hadn’t eaten anything that day.

Lunch was held in a small dining hall in an adjacent building. Like the intake building the dining hall was set on a rise, and the large bay windows gave a great view of the surrounding wooded countryside. In the distance were mountains. Lillian again reflected that under better circumstances she would have considered the place to be beautiful.

Amber sat with her but no one else did. The tables were round, each with five chairs, all made from dark colored wood. There were more seats than was needed so they had a table to themselves. Food was served from a window into a large kitchen. Lunch was mashed potatoes and meatloaf with asparagus. It was delicious.

“Yeah the food is good here, I’ll give them that.” Amber said as Lillian tucked in.

“It’s so weird. One second I’m getting pinched and told to be silent, the next I’m sitting here eating five star food.” She said.

“I don’t get it either. You got through intake a lot better than I did.” Amber said.

“How could you have been worse? I was a weeping wreck the whole time.” Her nipple and labia still hurt from the pinches.

“Trust me I was worse. I almost got the fourth stage of corporal punishment. You only got to three once.” She said.

“What’s stage four?” She asked. Before Amber answered she realized that she didn’t want to know. Too late.

“Penetration by object.” She said lightly. “They almost never do that though. Stage one is pain on arm or leg. Two is pain on nipples or butt. Three is pain in the private parts. Four is when they stick a big dildo in one of your holes and make you walk around like that all day.”

Lillian was horrified. “I hate this place.”

“They almost never do four. They’ll give you multiple threes first. I’ve only seen one stage four in two weeks.” Amber said.

“Why were you sold?” Lillian asked. She felt like a person in a prison movie asking what someone was in for.

“We don’t talk about our old lives here. You can even get in trouble for it.” She answered.

“Oh. Sorry.”

“It’s easier to just pretend like you were always a slave.” Amber said.

After they finished eating Amber cleared their trays. “C’mon I’ll show you our room.” She said after depositing them in the dish room.

She led Lillian to yet another building, this one a little larger than the others. Inside was an atrium with a staircase and a connecting hall that ran the length of the building.

Down this hallway were dorm rooms, six on a side. Amber took her upstairs to the second floor which was identical to the first. From there they went down the hall.

“And here we are.” Amber said as they arrived at one of the rooms.

Lillian was surprised. It was roomy and well furnished. There was indeed only one bed, but it was a full size mattress. There were two desks with chairs, two wardrobes, a closet, and a good amount of empty floor space. The room was lit by an overhead light and ceiling fan fixture in addition to lights on the desks. The whole affair was larger than her bedroom in her old life.

Her old life. Just this morning she was Lillian Harcourt. Student at Jefferson Middle, friends with Sammy and Kenna and all the others. She would never see her mom or dad again. Well, maybe her mom but not likely ever her dad.

She sat on the bed and stared at her feet. This was all so much to take in. Amber sat beside her.

“The first day is the hardest.” She said, putting her hand on hers.

Lillian made the decision not to cry. She’d been crying all morning and it had gotten her nowhere. This was her new reality.

“It must have been a lot harder for you without a buddy.” She said.

“Well we’re together now. We’ll get through this.” Amber said.

“Was it real, in the van, or was it because Mr Reynolds told us to?” Lillian asked.

Amber answered by cupping Lillian’s face in her hands and kissing her on the lips.

A bell rang somewhere and the moment was over.

“Class time.” Amber said.

“Oh, okay. I guess I didn’t expect to start classes my very first day.” She said.

“Yep. Don’t worry on being behind. It’s mostly self study with teacher supervision. I’ll help you as much as I can. Girls are always coming and going so they don’t stick to a rigid curriculum.” Amber explained.

Amber took Lillian to yet another building, this one full of classrooms and “practice rooms.” Lillian didn’t need to ask what happened in those rooms.

Their first lesson was reading.

“Reading?” Lillian asked incredulously.

“Yeah, they think well educated women are more attractive, so they teach us things like history, literature, philosophy, and stuff.” She said.

It was as good a first lesson as Lillian could have hoped for. The teacher was a man named Master Roberts, who took no extra notice of Lillian as they discussed the previous week’s book, Jane Eyre.

After that was pornography appreciation. Lillian left with a face as red as tomato. She saw more of the human body than she ever cared to. The class taught them how to choreograph sex and demonstrated how porn was both realistic and unrealistic when it came to pleasing a partner.

“Most of the girls think that’s their favorite class.” She said as they left.

“What’s yours?” Lillian asked.

“Yoga and calisthenics.” She said “They want us to be as fit, and flexible as possible. It’s a very relaxing class.”

“How about least favorite?” She asked.

“Oral. They make you practice on these gross dummies. Sometimes for detention they make you practice on one of the male teachers. That or kissing, because I didn’t have a partner so I always had to swap with other pairs.” She answered.

Lillian’s head was spinning. Pornography appreciation, oral practice, yoga, kissing, reading. This was getting weirder and weirder. She knew that there’d be things like this but now actually being in the thick of it it didn’t seem real.

So far the other girls left them alone. It seemed that girls primarily interacted with their buddy. No doubt she’d get to know them in time, but for now Lillian was fine with being left alone.

“I’m really glad to have a buddy.” Amber said as they arrived at their final class of the day: oral. The sun was finally coming out.

The oral room was an open space with no desks, only open floor. Scattered about the room were lifelike dummies of males and females, anatomically correct in every way.

“Ugh.” Amber said.

“Good afternoon girls. Welcome to beginner oral.” Said the teacher. She was a young woman, thin and prim. She looked like a librarian. She introduced herself as Master Penelope.

The other students in this class were the younger brood of girls like Lillian and Amber, about ten in all.

Lillian and Amber positioned themselves on either side of a pair of dummies, one male and one female.

“We have a newcomer today. Lillian, have you ever given oral sex to a boy or a girl before?” Master Penelope asked.

“N-no.” She answered.

Master Penelope whacked her arm with a metal ruler. It stung.

“Try again.” She admonished.

“No ma’am.” Lillian corrected.

“Better. Give it a go on the dummy, just you, I want to see how you do it.”

“So I put his thing in my mouth?” She said.

“It’s called a penis. And yes. These are state of the art sex dummies. He will respond to your actions and I will critique you.

Feeling very unsure and awkward Lillian took the soft, small penis of the dummy and put it into her mouth. It felt like real skin.

“He’s never going to get hard that way. Put some effort into it.” Master Penelope said.

She tenderly began working it with her mouth. To her surprise the penis began to grow and became stiffer in her mouth.

“Very good. Faster now. Play with his testicles, but gently.” The teacher said.

Lillian obeyed. Somehow this wasn’t so bad. She felt the penis begin to throb in her mouth.

“You’re a natural Lillian. Keep going. Put it all the way in until it touches the back of the throat. Yes, like that. Careful not to gag.” She continued while Lillian worked. Amber was staring at her in surprise.

“And there we go!” Master Penelope exclaimed as the dummy emitted an electronic beeping noise.

Suddenly a squirt of water came out of the penis and landed in her throat. Lillian disengaged, coughing and choking.

“Don’t worry, not real semen, obviously. Just salt water. Well done Lillian! That was very, very good for a first timer, and substantially better than some of our less talented girls who have been here a lot longer.” She said. She directed the last part at a small, dainty girl with brown hair who was sitting in the back.

“You deserve a reward. When you come back tomorrow, I’ll have one for you.” She continued.

The other girls were looking at her with wonder and envy. The last thing she wanted to do was draw attention to herself. Lillian suddenly felt naked again.

What had come over her? One second the dummy seemed gross and sucking its fake penis was a stupid idea. But somehow in the act she got carried away. As the other girls took turns practicing she wondered what it would be like with a real boy.

After the lesson was over they had some free time before dinner. As they walked Lillian noticed Amber was being unusually quiet. They went to their room, Lillian intending to nap before dinner, being exhausted from the day’s events.

“What was that?” Amber asked as Lillian climbed into bed.

“Hmm?”

“Back there. You went nuts on that dummy. No one has ever earned praise from Master Penelope on their first day.” She said.

“Guess I’m just good at it.” She said sleepily.

Amber crawled into bed beside her. Lillian was grateful for the warmth and companionship. They snuggled up side by side. Soon they were asleep and remained so until dinner.

After dinner (spaghetti and sausage), it was time for homework. That involved reading from the next book selection (Lolita), doing a history worksheet (Amber helped), and then watching a pornography together on their school issued tablets kept in their desks.

After that Lillian went to sleep early. It had been a trying day in every sense of the word. She was horny from the porn however. But sharing a bed she couldn’t do the rubbies.

Amber snuggled up in bed beside her once again. Both were wearing only underwear. The Temple did not issue them pajamas.

Subconsciously Lillian’s hand went to her girl area as she dozed. When she was brought back to alertness by a bang from upstairs she noticed Amber was looking at the shape of her hand in her panties under the sheets.

“Oh. Sorry.” She said, turning pink.

Amber did not speak but gently pulled Lillian’s hand away, and replaced it with her own.

Lillian gasped as she felt Amber’s fingers in her girl place. She looked at Amber who had an impish grin. Lillian smiled back and put her hand into Amber’s panties, so their arms were crossed.

Giggling they fingered each other. Lillian loved the warm, moist feel of Amber’s hairless, smooth girlhood on her fingers. Amber reached over her body with her other hand and massaged Lillian’s right breast. Lillian followed suit with Amber’s right.

Not long after that they both reached the top within moments of each other. After waves of pleasure courses through her body Lillian’s emotion changed faster than a traffic light.

Suddenly she was weeping. It was as if the orgasm had uncorked even more bottled up emotions. That morning she had been a free person, and now she was a slave in bed with another girl who had just fingered her. It was too much.

Amber held her hand and offered her bare shoulder which Lillian cried into gratefully. They fell asleep in this way.

The next morning began with showers. In an adjacent building was a common shower room where all of the girls showered together as one.

Lillian would have in her old life been mortified by getting naked and showering with a bunch of other girls. However given the circumstances of her first day at the The Temple it was surprisingly easy to strip off her underwear and join the thirty five other girls under the spray.

She and Amber soaped each other up and scrubbed each other’s scalps. She noticed that most of the girls were completely shaved down below, no hair at all. In fact with her small tuft she was one of the hairiest girls in the school.

There was one girl who caught her eye. She was younger, like them, and was not with her buddy. It was the girl who Master Penelope had looked at when she referred to the less talented girls in oral class.

“Hey Amber why is she alone?” She asked, pointing her chin towards her. She was trying to scrub her own back with a sad expression.

“Oh her buddy hates her. She’s terrible in all our classes. She was the newest girl before me and I was the newest before you.” She answered.

“So not all buddies bond like we do?”

“Most do, but not them. Poor thing. Her name is Emily.” Amber said.

“She’s not worth your time.” Came another voice. It came from one of the oldest girls, sixteen or thereabouts, and fully developed.

“Oh, hey Miriam. I think Emily is nice.” Amber said.

“Take my word for it you’d do better to leave that one alone. Not even her own buddy likes her.” Miriam said.

“Well Fatima is a bitch. Everyone thinks so.” Amber said. Lillian suppressed a chuckle.

“Ah, the new girl. Lillian, right? I heard you put on quite a show in your oral class.” Miriam said.

Lillian felt distinctly awkward trying to have a conversation completely naked with a likewise naked girl.

“Uh, yeah. I guess.” She said.

“Maybe you’ll get to practice on a real person soon.” She said.

“Ew.” Lillian said automatically.

Miriam frowned. “You are new. Once you’ve been here a little while all concept of grossness goes away.”

“Say, where’s your buddy, Miriam?” Amber asked.

“Oh, Samantha is already done. I like to take the full time to shower. I think Lillian likes the showers too.” She said.

Lillian realized that she had been staring at Miriam’s vagina for almost a minute straight.

“Oh, uh, sorry.” She said hastily.

“Nothing to be ashamed of. If you like it, look at it. I like looking at you. Most of us turn bisexual within a few months here. A natural byproduct of the training.” She said.

Lillian turned her eyes to Miriam’s face. She was quite pretty, but then all the girls at the Temple were. She had curly black hair, almost shoulder length, and a middle eastern complexion.

“Lillian turned bisexual the first time we kissed.” Amber said. Lillian might have slapped her.

Miriam laughed. “That good at it are you? I heard you two fooling around last night when I walked by your door.”

Lillian averted her gaze, her face going red.

“Aww, she really is new. You need to leave shame in the past sweetie. I was complimenting you. It’s a sign of a good buddy bond. Some buddies have full blown sex together on the regular. Makes me sad for Emily, but she has it coming.” Miriam said.

Suddenly the shower heads around them turned off as one. Showertime was over.

“See you around newbies.” Miriam said with a genuine smile and left them.

“I like her.” Amber said as they began toweling each other off.

Emily was a short distance away further down the bench where everyone was drying and dressing. Lillian wrapped a towel around her waist and wandered over to her.

“My name’s Lillian.” She said.

“Hi. I’m Emily.” She said.

“Do you want to hang out sometime?” Lillian asked.

“No.” Emily said. She stood and walked away.

“See? She’s the problem. We aren’t mean girls here. Mean girls get it hard here, and bullying and cliques are forbidden.” Miriam said.

After showering they had an uneventful breakfast. After that it was class time. Their first lesson was oral, which was one of the classes they had every day. As they entered they noticed that there weren’t any dummies on the floor.

“Good morning girls. We have a special activity today. I have a real treat for you. Our first human on human demonstration.” Master Penelope said.

There was some excited muttering around the room. Amber looked nervous and Emily petrified.

“Everyone, stand over there and watch. Lillian, step forward.” She continued.

“M-me, ma’am?” Lillian asked.

“Yes you. How many Lillians are there?”

Lillian nervously stepped forward and stood next to Master Penelope.

“This is your reward for doing so well yesterday.” Master Penelope said.

“Okayyy... thank you, ma’am.” She said. This was really weird.

“Please undress.” She commanded.

Some reward! Lillian wanted to refuse, but knew it would not go well if she did. By now the state of nudity was losing its terror for her. It was only with some hesitation that she stripped off her dress and underwear. So there she was, stark naked in class. She shivered a bit.

“Lay down.” Master Penelope said once she was nude.

Now she was really scared. She had some idea about what was going to happen but didn’t want to think about it. She obeyed.

“Emily! Step forward and bring Lillian to orgasm with your mouth. Fail at this and you’ll get a gauntlet. I’m tired of your lack of enthusiasm in this class and it’s time you caught up with your fellow girls.” Master Penelope ordered.

There was a collective gasp from the eleven other girls at the mention of a gauntlet. Lillian had no idea what that was but it did not sound good.

Emily stepped forward and knelt in front of her. Her eyes were red. She was so sure she was going to fail. Lillian felt a mixture of apprehension, excitement, and pity.

“Begin.” Came the order.

Emily knelt and put her tongue to Lillian’s vagina. She gasped in surprise even though she knew what was about to happen.

“Spread your legs Lillian.” Master Penelope commanded.

She did so. Emily positioned her head between her thighs and began working Lillian’s private parts with her mouth and tongue.

It felt good, but not great. Occasionally waves of pleasure would come but she never orgasmed. Emily kept at it for over five minutes, very unsure and reluctant. Every time she did something that felt good she failed to follow up with it.

Master Penelope began tapping her feet impatiently. When Emily came up for air she noticed tears were on Emily’s cheeks. In that moment Lillian knew what she had to do.

“Oh, oh yes. Yes. Yes yes yes. Like that, right there, ohhhhhh!!!” She said, squirming and wiggling in fake delight. She completed her fake orgasm with a loud moan that she hoped was realistic.

It seemed to fool the teacher at least. “Well it seems you’ve learned something after all.” She said.

Lillian stood as Emily returned to the other girls. She looked at Master Penelope who was stripping.

Lillian noticed that Master Penelope was quite young and very beautiful. She finished taking her clothes off and stood naked beside her pupil. The class watched in rapt attention.

“Now Lillian, I want you to try to bring me to orgasm.” She said. She laid down and spread her legs.

She was completely shaved down there. Lillian was very scared. She was fine with fooling around with Amber but this was different.

“What are you waiting for?” She demanded. Lillian knelt.

She lowered her face to Master Penelope’s vagina and started to work. She tried to everything that she’d wished Emily had done. She was vigorous with her tongue, slathering it over every part of her teacher’s labia, vulva, and vagina. She found the “magic bean” and licked it ferociously.

Just like when she’d done the dummy something took hold of her and she lost all inhibitions. This was fun. The taste of flesh under her tongue and on her lips was intoxicating.

It wasn’t long before Master Penelope was shaking and moaning. Then, as Lillian’s tongue was exploring the inside of her vagina she convulsed and let out an exclamation of joy. The classroom applauded.

“I can’t believe you Lillian, you’re so gifted!” She said as they returned to their feet. Her face was sweaty while Lillian’s was soaked.

After that the girls listened to a lecture on the techniques used in female to female oral sex, with Lillian’s performance used as an example.

After class Lillian and Amber spent the ten minute break underneath an old oak tree outside the classroom building.

“You make the rest of us look bad.” Amber said.

“I don’t mean to. I’m just good at it,” Lillian said.

“Last night you cried yourself to sleep, and today you’re eating the teacher out.” Amber said.

“It’s a confusing time for me. I mean I enjoy doing these things, especially with you. But I’m still getting used to all of this.” Lillian answered.

They were interrupted by the arrival of Emily. Again, without the benefit of her buddy by her side.

“Thank you.” She said.

“For what?” Lillian said thickly. A moment later she remembered why and mentally slapped herself.

“For faking it. You saved me from a gauntlett.” She answered.

“What is a gauntlett?” Lillian asked.

“You don’t want to know.” Emily said quickly, cutting off Amber who was about to speak.

“Think of it like a level five punishment.” Amber said.

“Every time I start getting used to this place I learn something else that’s completely awful.” Lillian said.

“It’s not awful here. You get used to it.” Amber said.

“You’ve only been here for a day. Wait, you’ll hate it as much as I do. Thanks again, I owe you one big.” Emily said. She walked away before either of them could speak.

“That’s the first time she’s opened her mouth to say more than two words to anyone.” Amber said.

“Well I know for sure I won’t hate everything about this place.” Lillian said.

“Oh?”

“I don’t hate you.” She said.

Chapter 3: The Treatment

Two weeks after her arrival Lillian was settled in to her new life at the Temple. It was still hard, she still cried herself to sleep almost as often as she didn’t, but she was getting used to to the way things worked around there.

It was Sunday, or Temple Day. There were no lessons, but in the morning was Temple. During these occasions the High Priestess would lecture and sermonize about what it meant to be a Disciple of Venus and how to be a good student of the erotic arts. Most of what she said went over Lillian’s head,

They were gathered in the Temple, standing (there were no seats or pews). All of the students and staff stood near the Altar where the High Priestess was speaking. Amber, Emily, and Lillian were standing together.

Over the previous days Emily had become the de facto third buddy. She spent considerably more time with them than she did with her actual buddy. She didn’t sleep with them, but otherwise she was generally glued to one, the other, or both of their hips.

After the sermon/lecture it was time for announcements.

“First, we want to recognize Disciple Hannah for pleasing a record number of men in a single evening of sacraments.” The High Priestess said, beaming at one of the oldest girls who blushed a little.

The “sacrament” was having sex with one of the girls. An exclusive club of rich and powerful men were permitted to come to the Temple and pay a substantial amount of money to experience the Sacrament. This was carried out by one of the older disciples who were far along enough in their training to perform to satisfaction. Lillian was very grateful that it would be a couple of years before she was one of the “Acolytes”.

“Second, we have a batch of Shamed from the Pure Boys Academy on campus. We will now choose girls to administer the treatment.” She declared.

Lillian had no idea what half of that meant. She whispered as much to Amber.

“I heard about this. The Pure Boys is some kind of slave school like this, but for boys to become soldiers.” She whispered back.

“But what is the ‘treatment’?” Emily asked.

Amber shrugged.

“Disciple Lillian.” Came the High Priestess’ voice. Her blood turned cold.

“Yes, your grace?” She asked, using the traditional honorific.

“I’ve been told that you are a prodigy in Master Penelope’s oral class. We don’t usually choose novices such as yourself for this, but I want to see what other talents you possess. You will be given a boy.” She answered.

“I’m sorry your grace, but I don’t know what that means.” She said with a bow.

“All in good time.” She said enigmatically with a grandmotherly grin.

From there several other girls were chosen, all of them older than Lillian. They were told to report to the intake building a few hours later. Following this everyone was dismissed.

“What is going to happen?” Lillian asked her two friends as they filed out of the temple.

“Your guess is as good as ours.” Amber said with a shrug.

“I’ll bet it’s going to be horrible.” Emily said.

“You think everything is going to be horrible.” Amber said.

“Well she called the boys ‘shamed’, so it’s probably them being punished. She said they are getting ‘the treatment’, whatever that means.” Lillian said as they stepped out into the late morning sunshine. It was a beautiful day.

“And she said that you were picked because you’re so good in Penelope’s. I don’t think you’re being punished.” Amber added.

“She’s not.” Came Miriam from behind them. They turned to face her.

“You’re in for a treat, Lillian.” She said.

“What is going to happen?” Lillian asked.

“The Pure Boys are slave soldiers. They have a very strict code of rules and if they break them they become shamed.” Miriam said.

“So they are being punished.” Amber said.

Miriam nodded. “It’s an arrangement between our school and theirs. They send shamed boys to us who violated the purity section of their rules. We treat them.”

“And what does that mean?” Lillian asked.

“You’ll be told in more detail later when you get there, but you have to do three things to the boy you are assigned to.” She said.

“First, you must bathe him. A ritual cleansing to remove the stain of their impurity.” She said. Her audience was listening intently.

“Second, you must bring him to orgasm.” She said.

“Some punishment!” Amber interjected.

“Third, you must bring him to tears.” Miriam finished as if she hadn’t been interrupted.

“In that order?” Lillian asked.

“Mhm. Bathe, orgasm, tears.” She said.

“So where is the punishment?” Amber asked.

“Well think about it. You’re a boy. A girl your age is about to clean your naked body, and then do things to your penis that you’ve never experienced before, and then after all of that she has to cause you enough pain to make you cry. Oh and all the while you’re being watched by an audience of boys, girls, and adults.” Miriam said.

“Ooh. Yeah. I guess for us we’re used to this kind of thing. But for a boy that isn’t...?” Amber said.

Emily shuddered. “I told you it would be horrible.”

Lillian had butterflies in her stomach. This would be the first time she would put her lessons to use. The first time she would do something with a boy. It wasn’t bad butterflies. It was anticipation. The only thing she wasn’t sure about was making him cry. It occurred to her that she might not need to try. If the boy was humiliated enough by the first two steps he might cry all on his own.

The day passed quickly. Sundays were the best days because nothing except Temple and mealtimes happened. With no lessons Sundays were also for special events like this Pure Boys treatment. The previous Sunday had been a masquerade party that Lillian enjoyed. Not a single girl would disagree that Sundays were the best at the Temple.

At the appointed time early in the afternoon Lillian arrived at the intake building. The place brought back unpleasant memories of her first day. She was directed upstairs by Mrs Andrews who didn’t say a word.

Here she found a room that was bigger than a classroom but smaller than a lecture hall. Within was the High Priestess and a few of the other girls chosen. Lillian bowed to the High Priestess. She smiled.

Next to her, standing straight with his arms crossed behind his back was a stern looking soldier perhaps forty years old. His uniform was similar to but distinct from the military uniforms the Lillian had seen in her old life.

The room was filled with comfortable looking armchairs. Lillian sat in one. On one wall was a large television screen that showed a live feed of a smaller room. That room had a shower head, drain, and a small plastic tub in the center of it. Lillian was reminded unpleasantly of her induction.

A few minutes later the last girl arrived. It was exactly one PM. The High Priestess stood, and by habit all of the girls did so too. She gestured for them to sit.

“This is Colonel Logan, commandant of the Pure Boys Academy. He thanks us for our cooperation in treating his wayward boys. He will now tell us a few things about their code of purity and the treatment.” She said, yielding the floor to him.

“Our school is quite the opposite of the Temple of Venus. I have nothing but respect for your school and what you do, but we remain pure at our academy. Sexual acts and thoughts are forbidden. The boys you are about to treat have violated our purity code.

“To cleanse them you will physically wash their bodies. Then you will
Give them what they wanted when they violated the code, by bringing them to orgasm. Then you shall punish them by bringing them to tears by whatever means. The objective is to humiliate, and create a negative association with impurity in their minds.” He explained.

There was a beat. “In a moment I will bring our shamed boys in here. Your High Priestess has assigned each of you to one of them. When they arrive one by one I will declare what they did to violate the code. You will then follow our directions.” He said. His voice was sharp and clean.

“This will be very humiliating for them. Unlike here there is no nudity or sex at all at their Academy. They haven’t seen a girl or any female at all since they were made slaves.” The High Priestess said.

“Any questions?” The Commandant asked.

Lillian raised her hand and was acknowledged.

“Do the shamed boys have any idea what is about to happen to them?” She asked.

“Good question. They may or may not. We haven’t told them. I can’t speak to what they may have heard in the rumor mill from the other boys, however, except that the nature of the treatment is often exaggerated by the older boys to terrify the younger who have never seen or experienced it. “ He answered with a nod.

“How badly can we hurt them?” Another girl asked after having her hand selected.

“Try not to draw blood or cause serious harm. You only need them to cry. You might not need to hurt them, some of them do it on their own. If so, you are encouraged to mock and berate them for their tears.” He answered.

“How should we bring them to orgasm?” Was the next question.

“Any way you want.” The High Priestess answered, after being deferred to by the commandant.

With no further questions the commandant left the room to fetch the boys who were waiting across the hall. A moment later he came back in. He bid them to stand which they did.

“Matthew, Private. Impure attractions, was found in possession of pornography.” He announced.

A scared looking boy of maybe fourteen years walked uncertainly into the room full of girls. He was directed to stand in the front of the room where he stood at attention. His uniform was a standard green camouflage.

“You are assigned to Disciple Helen.” The High Priestess said.

Lucky boy, or not. Lillian thought. Helen had just been recognized for her lovemaking prowess and was one of the most senior girls in the school. Helen crossed the room and stood beside her victim.

“Arnold, Private First Class. Impure actions. Was found masturbating in his cot.”

An absolutely mortified boy a little younger than Matthew entered. There was some snickering from the assembled girls.

“Disciple Jaime.” The High Priestess said. She stood beside Arnold who turned his face away from her.

“Adam, Private. Impure thoughts. Confessed to sexual lust to another boy.”

Adam looked just like her cousin. Light brown almost blonde hair, small for his age, but with charming facial features. Lillian remembered that day in her old life when she saw cousin Bobby naked. It was only for a second but she still remembered it clearly.

“Disciple Lillian.”

Her heart skipped a beat. It was almost a shame that this was supposed to be a punishment. She would have liked the chance to seduce him properly.

She stood beside him. He had the courage to look her in the eye. His eyes were a deep brown. She was slightly taller than him. He was close to her in age.

The remaining four boys were brought in and assigned a girl. There were fourteen total in seven pairs standing in front of the room.

“Phase one. Girls, please strip your boys until they are nude.” The commandant said.

The boys looked around in shock. They must have known that something like this was going to happen, but to hear it from the commandant himself lent the suspicion a terrible finality.

Lillian herself was surprised. Miriam hadn’t mentioned this part. Of course she was going to see Adam naked either way but to undress them here was different.

Adam was red in the face. He looked at her pleadingly. Lillian knew that she couldn’t refuse even she wanted to.

She knelt and started on his boot laces. He shifted around uncomfortably, making it harder.

There came a loud wack followed by a yelp. Matthew had tried to stop Helen from pulling his shirt off. In response the commandant hit him on the arm with a wooden stick.

Lillian firmly put her hands on Adam’s feet to get him to stop moving. He understood.

“My, my name is Adam.” He said as she pulled his boots and socks off.

“I’m Lillian.” She said. They knew each other’s names, but it seemed like the only thing to say.

She unbuttoned his camo shirt and pulled it off. She noticed that they were behind the others. Matthew was almost completely naked already.

She picked up the pace and pulled his olive green undershirt off. He shivered. His torso was boyish, but the outline of muscle could be seen just under the surface. His nipples were hard, red nickel sized circles in his chest.

She quickly unfastened his belt and started on his trouser button. He pulled her hand away. She firmly put her hand back on his groin, hoping that the commandant hadn’t seen. He hadn’t. She looked up into his eyes and shook her head. The poor boy was almost in tears already.

She unzipped him. Realizing that they were close to the last done she grabbed the hem of his boxer shorts underneath and pulled both trousers and underwear down in one motion.

Adam groaned as his penis flopped out. Lillian pulled his feet out of the clothes, leaving him properly nude. His hands covered his boyhood.

There was a shout. Lillian took her eyes off Adam’s body and saw the commandant dragging one of the other boys, maybe fifteen years old and naked, back into the room by the arm. He had tried to flee after the Disciple assigned to him had finished stripping him. His punishment was a hard whack on the butt by the rod. At least Adam could say that he handled it better than him.

All seven of the boys were now nude. They were between twelve and fifteen years old. Adam was one of the youngest. That was probably why she was assigned to him.

“Do not cover yourselves. Stand at parade rest.” The commandant ordered.

Even though they all looked like they wanted to die they obeyed. Lillian allowed herself to ogle them. She knew that was the point.

Over the previous two weeks she’d become lesbian by necessity. But here in the presence of these beautiful naked boys she remembered that she was bisexual. Their penises and scrotums made her heart beat faster and the butterflies in her stomach multiplied in number.

All of the boys had public hair, though on Adam and Arnold it was very thin and sparse. Some of the boys sported erections which added to their humiliation.

Adam had a half erection. His penis was the size of a dry erase marker, his scrotum behind it was perhaps the size of a large walnut. He was uncircumcised, none of the boys were. She had learned the difference between cut and uncut in one of her lessons. She had also learned that it was almost never done to babies anymore despite it once being common.

He shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. She could tell it was an extreme challenge not to cover himself. It was only fear of the rod that prevented him from doing so.

The commandant was holding a metal ruler. He walked up to one of the oldest boys who was completely erect. He swung the ruler down and smacked the boy’s erect penis with it. He howled and broke his military bearing to grasp his rapidly shrinking member.

“Any boy with an erection gets the same.” He announced.

In solidarity and fear the other boy’s penises shriveled. Some of the girls giggled. Lillian was reminded of how her labia had been pinched on her first day.

“Who will go first?” The High Priestess asked.

Lillian was seized by a temporary insanity and raised her hand. Adam looked betrayed.

“It’ll be over faster.” She whispered.

“Thank you for volunteering.” The High Priestess said. “Go into the next room and complete the three steps. We will be watching. The other boys will go back into the room they started in so they don’t see what happens.”

Lillian took Adam by the hand and led him past his naked classmates, all of whom looked glad that they weren’t first.

She led him into the room next door where the shower and the camera were located. Adam whimpered a bit.

The shower pipe emerged from the floor in the center of the room. The nozzle was about six feet above them. Midway up the pipe was a solitary knob.

“Lillian, please.” He pleaded before they were in view of the camera.

“Please what? You did this to yourself. It’ll go bad for us if we don’t.” She said.

She brought him to the shower. She noticed that in the corner were plastic ponchos. She left Adam standing under the shower and put one on.

In the plastic tub beside the shower was soap, shampoo, a wash cloth, and a brush. She was reminded again of her intake. Sympathy and pity welled up in her for Adam and his plight. She knew though that it would be kinder for both of them to do what she was meant to do though.

Adam was covering his boyhood again. She pulled his hands away. They were alone, there was no commandant here to hit him, but she knew that she was expected to take charge of the situation.

She turned on the shower. The spray hit him and he winced. Water ran down his face and body. His nipples turned into tight little lumps under the cold water, while his penis got ever smaller. Water flowed down his torso, over his groin and off of his flaccid penis like a fountain. He shivered.

“I hate this.” He said.

“Sorry.” She said.

She squirted some shampoo into her palm. She circled behind him and saw his round, dimpled butt for the first time. She let her gaze linger on its perfection. She refocused and began rubbing shampoo into his scalp. She massaged his scalp vigorously, hoping to relax him.

She left his hair and circled back to his front. She fetched the soap from the tub. She began to rub it over his body. He squirmed under her touch, especially since her eyes spent a lot of time on his penis.

She lathered him up. She was gentle, slow, loving. Admiring every curve and feature of his beautiful young body. The arms first, then the front of the torso, then his charming face. She did his back, and then rubbed soap on each of his buttocks, savoring the feel of them. Then the legs, thighs, and then at last his boyhood.

He gasped a bit as she slathered soap on his scrotum, and then his penis. He began to grow under her hand, despite the cold water. She felt each testicle in their sack. She retracted his foreskin and washed the head underneath. He was now fully erect.

She repeated the whole process with the washcloth, and then rinsed him off. Now clean she toweled him dry. He was getting used to being naked.

Now was the interesting part. She took his hand in hers.

“Do you know what happens now?” She asked.

He shook his head. By way of explanation she reached down and took his penis in her hand. He recoiled violently.

“I have to do this.” She said.

“Stop. I can’t.” He said. His erection was shrinking.

“You can. It feels good.” She said.

“Why is this happening to me?” He asked.

“They can hear us. Please just let this happen.” She said.

“Please, Lillian.” He said.

“Didn’t the shower feel nice? Why are you so scared now?” She asked.

“Because I am.”

She knew how he felt. She remembered an act of kindness that made a bad situation better, and knew then what she had to do.

“Here I’ll help you.” She said.

She pulled her poncho off. She hung it from a drying rack on the wall. Returning to him she massaged his shoulders from behind for a moment and then turned him to face her. She lifted her simple white dress over her head.

“Woah!” He said, grabbing the fabric to stop her before she could get it all the way off.

She pulled it from his grasp and finished taking it off. He gaped at her bare torso. She saw his penis begin to swell. For the first time she blushed a little bit. She kicked off her simple sandals. He watched in avid fascination as she slowly peeled her panties off. She stood before him as naked as he was. She knew they were watching in the next room but didn’t care.

“Lillian.” He gasped.

“Now let this happen.” She said.

He nodded. He was hard again. She couldn’t stop looking at his penis. His eyes for their part were fixed on her vagina. It made her feel good to know that he was looking at her.

She took his hand and put it on her left breast bud. She shuddered a bit. He gently squeezed her, his eyes wide.

She reached down and fondled his boyhood, holding his scrotum in her hand, massaging his testicles gently. His penis was standing straight out, twitching slightly. He moaned. His grip on her breast tightened.

She knelt in front of him. She grasped his left butt cheek in her right hand, and worked the shaft of his penis with the other. She loved the feel of his butt in her hand.

She massaged his butt and his boyhood for a while until he was about to burst. Then to finish him she put his penis into her mouth. The feel of his penis in her mouth was far better than the dummies she had practiced on. She retracted his foreskin with her tongue and began to suck.

He didn’t last long after that. He came hard with long moan that reverberated off the tile floor. She pulled her head back in time to catch a few squirts of his cum on her face to prove to the watchers that it had actually happened.

He was gasping for breath. “That was the first time, the first time I ever...” He said, his chest heaving.

Step two of three. Now she had to make him cry. She would hate herself for a long time for this.

“I’m so sorry, but this will be the last time you’ll cum for a very long time, maybe forever.” She said, wiping her face off with the washcloth from the tub.

“Is that it? What happens now?” He asked.

“I have to do this Adam, I’m sorry.” She said. She grabbed his scrotum in her hand.

“I don’t think I can, again.” He said, tragically misunderstanding her intention.

“I know.” She said. She twisted and squeezed.

He screamed and crumbled to the floor. She let go, and stood up so she was standing over him.

He was holding his boyhood in his hands and whimpering, but there were no tears in his eyes yet.

“You’re nothing! You are a slave and always will be! Your parents didn’t love you, they sold you, didn’t they? Who could love a useless little lump like you? You’re weak. Thirteen years old and you’ve never cum before? No wonder! No one would want to have sex with you.” She said, infusing her words with a malice she did not feel.

He was looking up at her, hurt, pain, and betrayal on his face. Tears were forming in his eyes. Almost there.

“Lillian... why?” He asked helplessly.

“You don’t get to speak to me. Stop hiding your penis from me, it’s so small I can barely see it anyway. Look at those tears in your eyes, you little baby. A baby dick for a baby boy.” She taunted.

That did it. He choked back a sob but couldn’t hold in the flow any longer. He scooted away from her, weeping freely.

Lillian wanted nothing more than to lay beside him and snuggle him in her arms. To kiss him, to tell him it’ll be alright, and say she didn’t mean it.

Instead she picked up her clothes, dressed, and left the room, leaving the poor boy behind.

When she returned to the first room she was greeted by a round of applause. She hated every second of it. She could see on the screen that Adam was still bawling on the tile floor.

“That was a damn fine treatment.” The commandant said.

“The way you stripped to get him hard showed a real dedication to your craft, Disciple Lillian.” The High Priestess said with a smile.

“Thanks.” She said with a cursory bow.

The commandant went into the shower room and got Adam on his feet. He was brought back into the room where he was now the only naked person. He was made to stand in the front of the room just like before.

Then one by one the other boys were chosen. The corresponding Disciple fetched them from the other room, then took them into the shower room and did as Lillian did. Some were better than others. One boy put up such a fight that the commandant had to intervene and hit him a few times with the rod to get him to cooperate.

Lillian hardly paid attention. She was too busy looking at Adam who would not return her gaze. Guilt wracked her. This was not a positive experience like she was promised.

Yes she loved seeing him naked, and loved touching every inch of his body, and loved making him cum even more. But all of that was undone by her betrayal. Adam’s scrotum was red and purple. She hoped she didn’t do any damage. His face was still damp with tears.

As every boy received the treatment they were brought back into the room with them where they stood beside Adam at the front without expression. They all had the same thousand yard stare.

Finally it was done. The last boy was finished. The boys were allowed to dress, which they did gratefully and quickly.

The commandant gave a short lecture to reinforce the message. Lillian didn’t hear a word. They were thanked again, and then the boys left. They were dismissed shortly after.

Lillian left the intake building into the gorgeous sunshine. She wished it was raining. Amber and Emily were waiting for her in the courtyard.

“How was it?” Amber asked eagerly.

“Horrible.” She said.

“Told you so.” Emily said.

Lillian pushed past them. She fled to their dorm where she shut the door behind her. She sat down on the bed.

She wept. She wept for Adam. She wept for Emily. She wept for herself. She cried until she was out of tears. When she was done she fell asleep. When she woke, she was a Disciple in full. It would be a long time before she would cry again.

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