The Sacred Sect, Chapter 1 — The Coming of Rosebud

by Lorinda Jade

The Sacred Sect, whose ethos was ‘the promotion of spiritual fellowship and lesbian love between young girls’, met in secret every Thursday at 7.30pm in an unmarked building which had at one time been some sort of Christian meeting house at the centre of a long-since disappeared village, but now served as the ‘temple’ for this cult. On this particular warm Thursday evening it was a little before 7pm and Charlotte was both very excited and a little nervous as she gaily skipped along the path that approached the gothic arch of the oak door which served as the entrance to the temple. She had been attending the sect for some weeks, learning much about its practices and philosophy. Now ready and eager to join, tonight was special as it was going to be her formal initiation into the group as its thirteenth (and youngest) member. Just as she was about to knock on the door, it swung open, and she was met by two of the younger members, ‘Daisy’ and ‘Buttercup’. (All the sect members took names derived from flowers, thus shedding their outside world identities.) The two eight-year-old girls, who actually were twins, had beautiful blue eyes and fine light blond hair, and Charlotte had especially chosen them to be her attendants for tonight’s celebrations. Charlotte had recently turned seven, and at 3’9” she was a little small for her age, although she oozed with girlish charm and a confidence that belied her tender years.

As Charlotte entered the building, the twins hugged her, covering her rose-red cheeks with light kisses. They took her by the hands and led her into a small chamber which was to serve as their robing room for the evening. After Charlotte removed her sandals and ankle socks, her two attendants pulled her blue floral summer dress up and over her head, both gasping at the sight of her tiny body frame and admiring her clearly visible rib cage. Eventually Daisy bent down and pulled Charlotte’s ‘Minnie Mouse’ patterned panties down to her ankles. Charlotte stepped out of them and stood there naked whilst Buttercup brushed the wispy red hair that reached all the way down to her pert little arse. When it was all brushed out, Daisy opened a small closet where their ceremonial robes were hanging. (All the robes that were used in the sect were made from the finest sheer chiffon). Daisy reached up, took the white one off its hanger, and slid it over Charlotte’s head, taking care that it hung ‘just right’ with Buttercup ensuring that her shining hair flowed freely down her back. The two girls stepped back and admired the sight of this perfect little princess’s body (which was clearly visible through the fine chiffon of her gown), before stripping out of their own ‘secular clothes’ — white crop tops, blue hot pants and sandals.

Charlotte thought it ‘funny’ that neither of them were wearing panties, and as she just stood there she felt her heart fluttering at the sight of these blond nymphets as they donned their own pale yellow robes, placed golden Alice-bands on each other’s heads, and slipped their sacred silver signet rings onto their ‘wedding’ fingers. Buttercup then took out a small kit containing waterproof make-up and applied shiny pink lipstick, a little black mascara and some pale-green eyeshadow to herself and Daisy, before making up Charlotte’s face with bright red lipstick, slightly heavier mascara, and heavy bright-blue eyeshadow. To finish off she took out a bottle of bright-red nail polish and painted Charlotte’s finger and toe nails. (The twins were already wearing pale pink polish on all their nails.) Now, as all three girls were ready, the clock on the wall showed that it was exactly 7.30 and they heard the sound of a bell come echoing from the ‘chapel’.

“Time for the festivities to begin!” chirped Daisy and Buttercup.

They lined up at the chamber door with their hands together in front of their chests in the ‘praying position’, Charlotte in front and her attendants side-by-side just a pace behind her. They then walked with composure towards the chapel entrance. As they entered the chapel, Charlotte could hear some beautiful new-age music playing in the background, she thought from the style it might be by ‘Enya’ or ‘Enigma’, but so much adrenaline was now pumping through her tiny chest it had somehow managed to scramble her brain, and her thoughts quickly turned to the scene in front of her. At the far end of the chapel was a magnificent marble altar which was unadorned save for golden candlesticks at either end in which stood tall lighted pink candles, and a golden chalice in the centre. In front of the altar the other seven members of the sect (all girls between the ages of 7 and 10, and dressed identically to the twins) were sat on the floor, with their robes spread out and looking like radiant blossoming flowers.

Behind the alter seated on oaken ceremonial chairs were the ‘celebrants’, ‘Orchidia’, the High Priestess in the middle, and at her sides the Priestesses ‘Lily’ and ‘Sunflower’. The priestesses wore full-length chiffon robes, contrasting with the knee-length robes of the other girls; the high priestess in purple, and the priestesses in pale blue. Their only other bodily adornments were their tiaras (Orchidia’s adorned with diamantes, and the Priestesses’ with pearls), and of course, their sacred rings on their wedding fingers. At thirteen, tall and slender with elegant looks, budding breasts and shiny waist-length raven hair, Orchidia was the oldest girl in the group, having been a founder member some five years earlier. She had risen through the ‘ranks’, finally taking on the mantle of spiritual leader only a few months previously. Twelve-year-old Lily and eleven-year-old Sunflower had been members for about three years and both had cute radiant faces and shoulder-length mousy blond hair. The celebrants all wore superbly applied make-up and had their hair tied with silk ribbons matching the colour of their robes, the high priestess in a ponytail, and the priestesses in pigtails.

When Charlotte and her attendants arrived at the altar, the music stopped playing and High Priestess Orchidia rose gracefully from her seat. She began the proceedings by welcoming everyone and giving a short address about the purpose of the sect, stressing the importance of keeping knowledge of the sect and its practices secret from the outside world, and explaining the duty of all the sect members to endeavour to live a lifestyle dedicated to lesbian love. Eventually she asked, “Who presents this young flower for entry into the Sacred Sect?”

“We do, oh most gracious priestess,” the twins replied in unison before being bidden to seat themselves on the floor with the other girls. Orchidia then spoke directly to Charlotte, asking her various questions about her knowledge and understanding of the group’s purpose and practices. Charlotte tried to answer as best she could, what with her throat drying up, and the adrenaline still pumping inside her chest. Orchidia, now being satisfied that Charlotte was indeed ready for entry to the sect, asked her. “What sacred name does this precious flower desire?”

“Most gracious priestess, Rosebud be the name I desire,” croaked Charlotte, her voice having finally given out.

Orchidia dipped her fingers into the sacred oil contained in the golden chalice and smeared Charlotte’s forehead saying, “Oh fragrant Rosebud, may you ever blossom and grow amongst the other sacred flowers. Blessed be thy sacred name for all eternity.” She paused for a moment, then said softly, “The time is nigh for thy spiritual cleansing, oh sweet flower of the universe.”

The Priestesses Lily and Sunflower arose silently from their seats, walked round to where ‘Rosebud’ was standing and took her by the hands to lead the procession to the initiation pool, the High Priestess behind them, and all the other girls following with their hands in the ‘praying position’. The initiation pool was in a sumptuous room adorned with a whole myriad of beautiful flowers and filled with a sensual aroma that was emanating from the dozens of lighted candles. As they entered the room, Rosebud’s breath was fair taken away by this heavenly atmosphere, and as she was drinking it all, in Orchidia waded into the warm pool until she was standing waist high in the water, her wet robe clinging to her creamy thighs. With a regal hand gesture, she invited the priestesses to bring Rosebud into the pool. When they were all standing in front of the high priestess, Lily and Sunflower gave Rosebud’s hands to Orchidia for her to hold. Meanwhile, the other nine girls had seated themselves cross-legged around the pool’s edges, with their robes spread so as to reveal their little hairless vaginas, their hands once again in the ‘praying position’. ‘Just like little angels,’ Rosebud thought, as she struggled hard to prevent this wanton display of ‘pink’ from distracting her from the proceedings. After a few words explaining the mystical rite of spiritual cleansing, High Priestess Orchidia immersed Rosebud deep into the water, and as her white robe floated up, the priestesses removed it from her body. When she finally emerged and had got her breath back, the two priestesses washed her little body with jasmine-scented soap, paying particular attention to her chest and buttocks, and gently slipped their fingers into the tight holes that were her vagina and anus.

All of this started to send Rosebud into ecstasy, but understanding that ‘orgasm is special’, she tried with all her might to hold back from ‘cumming’ just yet. When her body was fully soaped up, Orchidia once again immersed her into the water, using her supple hands to rinse her thoroughly. This being done, the four girls all got out of the pool to dry themselves off with the aromatic fluffy towels that had been laid out for them, and again Rosebud gasped at the sight of the seated angels around the pool’s edges. The priestesses all put on dry robes (identical to the discarded wet ones), brushed Rosebud’s damp hair, and led her back into the chapel. They were followed by the little angels, their hands still in the ‘praying position’.

Once back in the chapel, all the little angels sat on the floor holding hands with each other, and Rosebud’s naked body was lifted onto the alter by the two priestesses. They sat her in the centre with her legs slightly parted, so as to face her audience of angels. The priestesses then administered to Rosebud the ‘Initiation Kisses’. First full on her lips, gently slipping in their tongues to briefly dance with Rosebud’s own soft tongue, then licking her nipples, sucking as much as they could of the tiny buds into their ravenous mouths, and finally down to her vagina, running their tongues lovingly around her labia, briefly ‘stopping off’ at the bottom to lick her anus, before finishing at her (now engorged) clit which they tongue teased with (obvious) dexterity. This ritual was first administered by Lily and Sunflower in turn, whilst the two non-participants chanted in unison the sacred words:

“Blessed be thy lips that utter the sacred names, Blessed be thy breasts, the fount of all nourishment, Blessed be thy womanhood without which we would not be,”

Orchidia however took things one stage further. After administering the sacred kisses in the manner that the priestesses had done, she picked up a slender gold-plated dildo shaped like a perfect circumcised penis (which Rosebud had not noticed was lying on the altar) and smeared it with more of the ritual oil from the chalice. She parted Rosebud’s labia and started to gently push the dildo into her (now dripping wet) vagina. With one hand she gently worked the dildo in and out of her with expertise, twisting it as she went, whilst rubbing Rosebud’s engorged clit with a finger from her ‘free’ hand. When Orchidia sensed that Rosebud was about to cum, she withdrew the dildo and placed her head just inches away from her vagina, continuing to furiously work her rampant clit, until Rosebud’s orgasm exploded.

“OH! F-F-F-U-U-U-C-C-C-K-K-K!!!” Rosebud cried out in what sounded like a perfect blend of agony and ecstasy, her cum juices squirting over the high priestess’s beautiful face.

All the watching angels of course jiggled, squealed, whooped, and applauded at the superb spectacle that was Rosebud’s ravishingly lush orgasm. When Rosebud had recovered, the two priestesses invited her to stand up, which she did with some difficulty as her knees had turned to jelly. High Priestess Orchidia took from Daisy and Buttercup the pale yellow robe that was to be Rosebud’s and slipped it over her head. She smoothed Rosebud’s hair before placing a golden Alice-band on her head. Lastly she slipped Rosebud’s sacred silver signet ring onto her wedding finger, and explained that these three sacred items were the symbols of her membership of the sect, and her ‘betrothal’ to all the other group members.

With the ‘formal’ part of the ceremonies over, the time had come for Rosebud to be welcomed by all the other girls, exchanging facial and vaginal kisses with each and everyone of them. As the group of ten golden angels rapidly morphed into a pink mass of writhing pre-pubescent flesh, with girls Frenching, vaginas and arseholes getting licked and fingered, and little Rosebud buried deep in the middle of it all, no-one noticed that the three priestesses had slipped out of the room. About twenty minutes later they returned and Priestess Sunflower struck the ceremonial bell three times, the echoing ‘clangs’ stunning the girls out of their sapphic reverie. One by one the naked girls started to look up and focus on the triumvirate of priestesses standing before them. Last of all to come to her senses was Rosebud, and her breath was taken away for a second time.

The priestesses’ flowing robes had been discarded, and in their place had been substituted strap-on dildos of colours that matched their priestly status. ‘What could this mean?’ thought Rosebud to herself as she ogled the long latex phalluses that hung proudly between the older girls’ legs. Priestess Lily walked over to where Daisy and Buttercup were sat, and helped them up to their feet.

“Go forth and bring the holy love bench,” she kindly commanded them.

Buttercup and Daisy scurried off, their buttocks wiggling sexily as they disappeared out of the chapel. Rosebud’s eyes remained transfixed by the vision of the dildo-clad priestesses; she could only speculate as to what was next in store for her. Her attendants returned, carrying the ‘holy love bench’ which was made from the finest polished wood, and looked very much like (Rosebud thought) a medium-sized coffee table. As the ‘love bench’ was set down in the middle of the chapel floor, High Priestess Orchidia bade Daisy and Buttercup to fetch her the golden chalice from the altar, whilst Priestess Sunflower lay Rosebud on the table, dangling her legs and arms over the sides. Her attendants now stood in front of Orchidia holding the chalice. The high priestess lovingly fondled her purple phallus as if she were gently masturbating it, before dipping it into the chalice. Using her hands, she carefully covered every inch of the soft latex with the sacred oil. She straddled the love bench and gestured Priestess Lily to part Rosebud’s labia. Priestess Sunflower stroked Rosebud’s face, shoulders and chest as Lily gently opened Rosebud’s womanhood.

In went the dildo. First one inch, then a second inch and a third, until Rosebud’s tiny vulva could take no more. Orchidia started to gently (almost serenely) fuck her tiny love hole, her strokes gathering pace until she was pounding in and out of Rosebud, her body writhing in pleasure, as Sunflower and Lily planted kisses all over her face and chest. The other girls kissed and cuddled together, and fondled each other’s vaginas and buttocks, and stood in amazement as they watched this display. Rosebud started murmuring, unintelligibly at first, her utterings becoming more lucid, until—

“Oh fuck! OH Fuck!! OH FUCK!!! I’M FUCKING CUMMING!!!!” she screamed as her second orgasm burst out of her.

Orchidia withdrew the dildo and, admiring the tiny puddle of cum juice on the table, walked around to lock her lips onto Rosebud’s, and gave her a long passionate French kiss.

Rosebud was dildo fucked twice more by the Priestesses Lily and Sunflower, and managed to attain two more squirting orgasms. Each climax was beautiful, but none as potent and as sweet as that first one Orchidia had teased out of her. Rosebud’s initiation was over and she lay there on the bench both physically and mentally shattered as she reflected upon the evening’s events.

“I must have died and gone to lesbian heaven,” she thought to herself.

Over the coming months, Rosebud devoted herself utterly to the Sacred Sect. As an intelligent girl she quickly learned much more about the sect, spiritually growing at a fast rate of knots, read copiously about lesbian issues, and lived a sapphic lifestyle (as much as the confines of the outside world would allow), until the day came for her to be ordained as a priestess, which would mean yet another ‘special’ evening of sacred rituals.

But that of course is a whole new story.