The Sacred Sect, Chapter 2 — The Fragrance of Poppy

by Lorinda Jade

Six months had gone by since that glorious summer’s evening which had been Charlotte’s formal initiation into the Mystical Order of Sacred Sapphists. This wordy formal description however, was rarely used and everyone just referred to the group as the ‘Sacred Sect’, its existence apparently being known only to current and former members, all of whom were sworn into secrecy about such matters. Charlotte had grown in the intervening months, both physically (she was now about an inch taller), mentally and emotionally. Everyone admired her ever-increasing confidence and worldly maturity, even though her cute girlish charm remained the one feature that captivated all who set eyes on her. Her school teacher in particular had noticed that Charlotte had a fresh sparkle about her, and she was consistently grading her work higher than previously. Charlotte had always been a bright pupil, but now she was time and again achieving A* grades in most subjects. Her teacher could only speculate about what had put this extra spring in her step.

Most of Charlotte’s waking hours that were not occupied by such essential tasks as eating, bathing, dressing, education, or activities such as her weekly ballet class, were given over to the sect. She was totally devoted to it, always eager to learn more about spirituality and lesbian issues, and her new lifestyle reflected this. Her mum had introduced her to a store in their town called ‘Head in the Clouds’ which sold hippie-style clothing and other related goods. Charlotte’s wardrobe was now stuffed full of long flowing skirts, flowery dresses and wispy lace tops. The décor of her bedroom had been transformed with beautiful images of naked goddesses adorning the walls, and all manner of ancient mystical symbols strewn around amongst the clutter that was her collection of Sindy dolls, and the other paraphernalia that was so typical of a seven-year-old girl’s little world. Whenever she was in her room, it would be filled with the dreamy ‘new age’ music that constantly emanated from the stereo, and the sensual aroma of burning incense sticks. “This place stinks worse than a tart’s boudoir!” her mother exclaimed one day as Charlotte was surfing the net trying to find out about the lesbian aspects of the ‘Kama Sutra’. This made Charlotte chuckle to herself as she wondered how her mummy could possibly know of such lewd things!

Laura Davenport had fallen pregnant at fifteen. She had never been interested in boys, but it was at a girlfriend’s sixteenth birthday party, after imbibing way more wine than was considered ‘respectable’ for a young lady, where she was seduced by her friend’s handsome older brother. In the bliss that was her alcohol-induced euphoria, she succumbed to the boy’s charms, and gave him her virginity. She thought no more of this until about two weeks later when her ‘monthly friend’ failed to visit her. Nine months later, she gave birth to ‘Charlotte Marie’. Her parents were totally supportive, and released sufficient funds from the family’s investments to ensure her financial security for the next few years. Using her money wisely, Laura bought a modest Georgian town house for the two of them, and when Charlotte started school, she set up her own business selling designer perfumes and cosmetics. Laura kept a small circle of ‘close’ girlfriends, and apart from her father (whom Charlotte adored) there was no other major male influence in Charlotte’s life.

Charlotte used to wonder how much her mummy really ‘knew’ about the sect, as it was back in the late spring of that year when Laura had connived for Charlotte to meet Elspeth, a tall, beautiful girl of thirteen who had an almost mystical elegance about her. Unbeknownst to Charlotte, Elspeth was actually the High Priestess Orchidia of the Sacred Sect. Elspeth was instantly charmed by this enchantingly impish little redhead, and invited her along to meet the group. Charlotte’s formal initiation took place a few weeks later, when she took on the name of ‘Rosebud’ (as all members chose floral names to shed their outside world identities within the confines of the temple).

Being a curious girl by nature, Charlotte tried to find out about such things as the background of the group, but she was increasingly met by a wall of silence. So much of the sect’s history, rituals and philosophy was not written down, and even inside the sacred temple, many things were not openly discussed. Try as she could, she found it impossible to discover how the sect was financed, as everything that was used inside the temple was of the finest quality, money apparently being no object. Eventually, in a manner typical of a seven-year-old girl, she decided to herself that everything must somehow be magically provided by the great Goddess Sappho, who was looking down on them with kindness and lovingly providing for all their needs.

To take her mind away from these weighty issues, Charlotte flung herself headlong into a ‘recruitment drive’ for the sect, not rashly, but carefully selecting her potential recruits. For a girl of such tender years, she had an amazing ‘gaydar’ — a kind of sixth sense that just seemed to tell her which girls possessed feelings, desires and interests that were a little ‘at odds’ with mainstream society. Astonishingly, she was correct about 90% of the time. Once she was convinced that she had found a girl who would not only benefit from the sect, but also had skills or other qualities to offer in return, she would spend copious amounts of time with her so as they could gain each other’s confidence and trust. The type of ‘skills’ she especially looked for were things such as cooking, handicrafts, flower arranging, an aptitude for art, music, dancing, or being adept at hair styling or doing make-up. Of course, it also helped if the girl was a good kisser! Charlotte did all this by using her natural charm, and a warmth that was hard to resist. She found that a little seduction often worked too. Charlotte was especially good at making cookies, and she could create the most wonderfully seductive tasting milkshakes that would glide down your throat and act as an instant aphrodisiac. (Her mother never did discover what the secret ingredient was.)

‘Milk and cookies never fail!’ thought Charlotte to herself one afternoon when she was on her bed, entwined in the arms of Yasmine, a petite eight-year-old girl of Indian origin. Yasmine attended the same ballet class as Charlotte, and Charlotte had been mesmerised by her graceful dance movements. But the one thing that really struck Charlotte about her was the way she seemed to tenderly ogle the other girls with her huge dark-brown eyes. Charlotte was reflecting on this when she thought ‘in for a penny, in for a pound’, gazed into Yasmine’s eyes, and slowly moved her lips close to Yasmine’s mouth. With all sensibilities abandoned, Yasmine locked her lips onto Charlotte’s and within moments they were plunging their delicate tongues deep into each other’s mouths, as their bodies writhed closer and closer together. Charlotte took hold of Yasmine’s white vest top and pulled it up over her head, only momentarily breaking their French kiss to remove it. As her hands caressed Yasmine’s chest, Charlotte was gobsmacked at the sight of her nipples. They were the size and colour of raisins, contrasting sharply with her own miniscule pink pimples. Charlotte bent her head down and started to suck the firm buds into her little mouth, first the left one and then the right. Yasmine was like putty in her hands, and she effortlessly slipped off her pink shorts and white thong. Charlotte moved back just far enough to be able to admire Yasmine’s silky-smooth brown skin, before eagerly stripping out of her blue t-shirt, red miniskirt and pink panties. The two girls played with each other for what seemed like an eternity, exploring and licking every orifice, slipping in fingers, kneading each other’s buttocks, kissing, cuddling, and just holding hands. At long last, when Charlotte’s tongue was delving deep into Yasmine’s vagina, it happened. A fountain of sweet nectar burst forth into Charlotte’s expectant mouth.

“The time has come,” announced Charlotte, “you are ready to take the next step of the journey exploring the mysterious pleasure that is sacred sapphic love.”

“Fuck Charlotte! I fucking love you so fucking much!” Yasmine blurted out with a confidence in her voice that her seductress hadn’t heard before.

“I love you too Yasmine,” Charlotte whispered in her ear.

Yasmine would be the seventh girl that Charlotte had inducted into the sapphic sect, and after attending several meetings in the temple her formal initiation took place a few weeks later. High Priestess Orchidia had been pondering this rapid growth of the group, and after a long meeting with her priestesses Lily and Sunflower, they agreed that for the first time in their history they should appoint a fourth member to the priesthood. The following day, the three priestesses met again in the temple. They sat naked in the warm scented water of the initiation pool, sipping wine out of diamond-cut glass goblets as they discussed likely choices. There were a few longstanding members who would have been otherwise worthy of the calling, but they all knew deep down in their hearts that despite her tender years and relatively short sojourn, Rosebud (Charlotte) was the perfect candidate. They had been astounded by her influence on the group, and no one who had been present at her initiation had ever stopped talking about that unforgettable night.

The next day was Thursday, the day when the sect held their regular weekly meeting. The central part of the evening’s events had been a fun learning session (devised and presented by Rosebud) teaching the other girls about the mystical significance of all the different precious and semi-precious stones. For learning aids she had made flashcards, and used her own collection of gemstones as exhibits. At the end of the night’s proceedings, High Priestess Orchidia asked Rosebud to stay behind for a few moments. Most of the other girls quickly changed out of their sacred robes and back into their secular clothes before quietly departing the temple building. Poppy (the name Yasmine had taken at her initiation) and Rosebud were by now pretty much inseparable, so Poppy lingered behind while Orchidia took Rosebud by the hand and lead her into the small room that served as the priestesses’ sanctum. Priestesses Lily and Sunflower were already sat at the circular mahogany conference table. From the sated look on their faces it was obvious they were using their (concealed) hands to silently pleasure their most intimate parts. Orchidia took her seat between the two priestesses, nudging them out of their reverie, whilst Rosebud remained standing before them. Orchidia began speaking in her quiet, but crystal-clear voice and shared with Rosebud their proposal to offer her the honour of accession to the priesthood. Rosebud’s throat dried up, pretty much as it had done so during her initiation, and quickly trying to formulate a suitable response, she falteringly uttered, “I-I-I w-w-would be m-most h-honoured, oh my most gracious priestesses.” Rosebud then daintily curtsied to each of the three older girls, lifting the hem of her yellow chiffon robe just high enough to reveal the pink slit of her vagina. The priestesses responded by rising from their seats and, in turn, each kissing Rosebud full on the lips. Rosebud savoured the taste of their lipstick, but it was Orchidia’s lips that seemed to linger the longest (and tasted the sweetest).

Rosebud was bidden to keep the knowledge of this momentous proposal to herself for now, but as she and Poppy got changed and ready to leave, Poppy sensed Rosebud’s air of exhilaration and guessed there were great things in store. On their journey home, all Charlotte could do was babble incessantly about nothing in particular. Over the coming weeks, Charlotte was invited to attend the Tuesday-night priestess meetings, and once again she wondered why her mother just unquestioningly accepted it when she announced, “I have a meeting to attend” on a day other than her regular Thursdays. At the priesthood meetings, Rosebud was made privy to more of the sacred mysteries of the sect, but some important questions still remained unanswered. Eventually the time came during one of these meetings when it was decided that the perfect day for Rosebud’s ordination would be on the feast of Beltane (a time when pagans celebrate ‘handfasting’). This coming Beltane (April 30th) was just a few weeks away and not only did it conveniently fall on a Thursday, but would also happen to be her eighth birthday.

At the Thursday meeting that week, Orchidia made the announcement to the rest of the group. Poppy of course was the most thrilled and she jumped up and down kissing Rosebud copiously. The preparations were planned with a great sense of excitement buzzing through all the members of the sect. Again, Rosebud had to choose her attendants for the festivities, and after pleading with Orchidia she was finally allowed three attendants, instead of the customary two. She was adamant that two of them would be Buttercup and Daisy, the nine-year-old twins who had performed so magnificently in their assignment as her stylist and wardrobe mistress at her initiation. Her ‘extra’ attendant would be Poppy. Orchidia surmised that this was because Rosebud must be deeply in love with Poppy. This of course was entirely true.

April 30th arrived, and Charlotte woke up at her customary time of 7.30am, despite being so excited when she had got into bed she had had a troublesome time getting off to sleep. Her naked body sprang out of bed to pull back the curtains, and she flung open the window to drink in the fresh morning air. A blackbird perched on the branch of a nearby tree was watching her and singing in particularly fine voice. For Charlotte this was an omen that it was going to be a truly wondrous day. She ran down the hallway to the bathroom and saw to her ablutions before getting into her school uniform. At the breakfast table, her mum, Laura, gave Charlotte her birthday presents. There were lots of pretty things in the parcels, most of it was stuff that Charlotte had asked for, such as the new tomboyish-looking Sindy doll, and the latest CD by the Pussycat Dolls.

But one present took her completely by surprise. It was a DVD entitled ‘The Lesbian Kama Sutra’. On the front cover was a picture of two beautiful naked women entwined in a passionate embrace, but on the back cover there were several smaller images depicting graphic lesbian ‘activity’. Charlotte noticed two things. Firstly, the DVD was classified as ‘Restricted 18’ which meant that it was going to be very sexually explicit, and her mum must have had to go into one of those ‘Adults Only’ shops where the likes of Charlotte were forbidden to enter. Secondly, the running time was 2½ hours (not including the ‘extra materials’).

“Mummy, can I stay off school today?” Charlotte asked nervously, feeling her white cotton knickers start to get damp, “’Cos I want to watch this with Sindy and teach her about lesbian love.”

“No sweetheart,” her mother retorted quietly as she finished her cigarette, “you know how important your education is.”

With that Charlotte fell silent, and the rest of the day passed rather routinely — until the evening.

At 6.45pm, Charlotte and Yasmine were skipping along the path that lead to the temple, holding hands and singing ‘naughty’ versions of their favourite nursery songs as they went. As they neared the fine gothic door, Charlotte expected it to open, and to be greeted by Buttercup and Daisy, as had happened on the night of her initiation, which didn’t really matter now as Charlotte was already a trusted key-holder for the building. She took hold of the large cast-iron key which was hanging round her neck on a length of blue cord, shoved it into the door and, using both hands, turned the stiff mechanism of the lock. “This thing could sure do with some lubrication,” she observed to Yasmine, “I wonder what would work best, WD40 or baby-oil?” They both got a fit of the giggles and went off in search of the twins. When they found them, Rosebud got the thrill of her life. Inside the robing room Daisy and Buttercup were stark naked with their arms wrapped round each other and they were kissing passionately in a manner that was way beyond the ‘normal’ niceties of sisterly love. Rosebud knew they shared that special closeness which is peculiar to twins, but despite all the sapphic shenanigans that were an essential element of the sect’s modus operandi, she had never before seen these two girls so openly show their affection towards one another. Without saying a word, Poppy and Rosebud were soon out of their matching outfits of pink Lycra cycling shorts and crop tops. It was only when they joined the entwined twins for a four-way ‘group hug’ that Daisy and Buttercup even noticed their presence. They all soon broke the clinch to set about the business of getting prepared for the ceremonies, though the faces of the nine-year-old twins did look distinctly flushed.

Once again Daisy did the honours in her role of wardrobe mistress, dressing Rosebud and Poppy in their knee-length yellow chiffon robes, arranging them beautifully with her trademark ‘magic touch’. Rosebud wondered how come each week their robes were so unsullied from the stains of bodily secretions and the other substances that somehow found their way onto the fine material during the ‘normal’ course of events, but again decided it must be the work of the magical hands of Sappho. Buttercup brushed out the long hair of the two girls. Rosebud’s red tresses had recently been trimmed, but still hung down just past her waist, and Poppy’s fine black mane reached down to the tops of her thighs. Daisy then placed their golden Alice-bands on their heads, and Rosebud and Poppy slipped their sacred silver signet rings on each other’s wedding fingers. “Like a bride and groom at the altar,” muttered Daisy. The twins got into their own sacred attire, and Buttercup took out her make-up kit and asked, “Ladies, what colour schemes are we going for today?”

“Gold,” said Rosebud, “just gold.”

“Hot pink, with light-blue eyeshadow for me please,” added Poppy.

The make-up was duly applied to their eyes, lips and nails, but for a little contrast Rosebud got silver mascara added to her all-gold colour scheme. Buttercup finished by making up herself and Daisy, with speed, but immaculate application. The girls all looked magnificent.

At 7.30 the clang of the chapel bell resounded through the building and the four girls processed to the marble altar with their hands in the ‘praying position’. The three priestesses were seated in their customary places behind the altar, but there was an extra empty chair. Rosebud thought High Priestess Orchidia looked even more glamorous than usual tonight. The purple chiffon of her ankle-length robe was glowing, and her long raven hair, instead of being in a ponytail, was pinned up and seemed to be woven around her diamante tiara. The two priestesses at her sides looked just as stunning in their contrasting light-blue robes and ever-present pigtails. The other difference was that each one was wearing a six-inch-long gold chain earring in her left earlobe. After the opening formalities, the three attendants were bidden to seat themselves on the floor with the rest of the sect members, but Poppy stubbornly remained standing behind her beloved Rosebud.

Orchidia began: “Rosebud, oh sacred flower, thou hast proven thyself worthy of passage into the sacred sapphic priesthood. But before thou may receive ordination under the hands of the holy three, there is one more task thou must perform.”

“Holy Fuck!” thought Rosebud, “What the fuck have I got to do now?”

“Thou art required to choose three sacred flowers and to each one thou must perform an ultimate act of sapphic love,” Orchidia continued.

Rosebud’s brain went into overdrive, but she soon knew the identities of the three that she wanted, and the ‘acts of love’ they should receive. First was Buttercup. Rosebud led her to the altar and leant her over the marble top with her bottom facing the seated angels that were the other sect members. She gently pulled up Buttercup’s robe to expose her round buttocks. Rosebud then dipped her hands in the sacred oil of the golden chalice and skilfully massaged Buttercup’s arse cheeks until they shone like two full moons. After adding extra oil to her middle finger, she pushed it into Buttercup’s arsehole as far as it would go and started to give her an anal finger fuck, twisting it round as she plunged in and out. Buttercup started to moan softly, then louder and louder until, sighing with ecstasy, her cum juices squirted out and nearly caught Poppy in the eye. Everyone in the room was stunned. What else could Rosebud possibly have in mind?

“Most gracious Priestess Orchidia, you be the one I choose next,” announce Rosebud with a new-found air of serenity in her voice.

She walked up to where Orchidia was seated, and motioned her to sit closer to the edge of her chair. Admiring the fourteen-year-old high priestess’s small round breasts through the sheer purple chiffon, Rosebud lifted the hem of her robe to expose her perfect hairless vagina. Her fingers caressed around the milky smooth labia. In slipped her index finger, then a second finger, a third and a fourth, until her whole tiny hand was inside Orchidia’s wet vulva. Orchidia had waited for this moment from the time she had first met ‘Charlotte’, but only a privileged few were permitted entry to her private love temple. ‘Rosebud’ had now earned that right. Orchidia leaned over to place her scarlet lips onto Rosebud’s own golden lipstick, and Frenched her deeply whilst Rosebud’s oily hand massaged her cervix and vaginal walls. Orchidia’s juices started to trickle, then flow, then gush. As Rosebud’s hand finally withdrew from its velvet glove, Orchidia yelled, “F-F-F-U-U-U-C-C-C-K-K-K!”

No one had ever before heard her utter such an oath, but it didn’t distract Rosebud. She bent down on ‘all fours’, bowed her head to her goddess, and licked up the pool of glistening cum juice. The chapel erupted with cheers and applause from the appreciative audience. Surely this tiny girl couldn’t possibly ‘top’ that? Unsurprisingly, Rosebud’s final choice was Poppy. Before she summoned her however, she whispered something to Daisy, who briefly disappeared from the chapel. On her return she was bearing a cut-glass bowl. Rosebud placed the bowl in the middle of the altar, and Daisy and Buttercup lifted Poppy up onto the marble top. Rosebud signalled for her to squat over the bowel. Poppy needed no more prompting and lifted the skirt of her robe.

A yellow torrent poured into the bowl. When she had finished, Rosebud lifted the bowl to her lips and startled to drink the warm golden wine until every last drop was gone. She hopped onto the altar and flinging her arms around her lover, locked lips with her and they kissed. And they kissed and they kissed. What no-one else knew was that Rosebud had kept back a little of the piss and had spurted into Poppy’s mouth as they started to French. The whole place erupted once more, and if the roof hadn’t been nailed down it would surely have shot off into outer space.

When all was calm again, High Priestess Orchidia began the formal ordination. Using a pair of silver scissors, she cut along the length of Rosebud’s yellow robe until it fell to the floor. She removed Rosebud’s Alice-band and broke it in two. Buttercup was summoned to rearrange Rosebud’s hair into ‘priestess pigtails’, tying it with blue silk ribbons, and then Orchidia slipped Rosebud’s new light-blue priestess robe over her naked body and let the hem fall to her ankles. She put an earring, identical to the ones the three priestesses were wearing, into Rosebud’s left lobe (which hurt a little as ‘Charlotte’ normally only wore earrings on the weekends). Finally Orchidia placed a pearl tiara on her head. She now looked identical to Lily and Sunflower. Rosebud knelt in front of the altar and the three priestesses laid their hands on her head.

Orchidia said the brief ordination prayer: “Blessed art thou amongst the sacred flowers. By the almighty power vested in us at the hands of the great goddess, we impart to you the holy priesthood of Sappho. All hail the most gracious Priestess Rosebud!”

Priestess Rosebud took her seat behind the altar on the once-empty chair and was congratulated with handshakes, hugs and kisses from everyone in the room She was the youngest ever priestess in the history of the sect. There was one final eighth birthday surprise left for Rosebud. Poppy took off her robe and performed naked the ‘Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy’ to the strains of Tchaikovsky’s music. A sumptuous banquet had been prepared and all the girls ate, and drank wine till they could consume no more. At the end of the feasting Priestess Rosebud asked for quiet in the room, and took hold of Poppy’s hands.

“Poppy, most sacred flower, would you grant me the honour of becoming my sapphic bride?”

“Most gracious Priestess Rosebud, I would be most delighted,” Poppy replied with tears in her eyes.