The Sacred Sect, Chapter 6 – The Seeds of the Future

by Lorinda Jade

All the preparations for the ‘Triple Ritual’ that was to take place at the ‘Sacred Sect of Mystical Sapphists’ had taken place at great speed, but with the usual meticulous planning and attention to detail. Laura and her 8-year-old daughter Charlotte had left earlier than normal on the Thursday evening to give themselves plenty of time to get ready for the night’s proceedings. They picked up Yasmine, Charlotte’s Indian girlfriend, and the blond twins (all three of whom were nine) at just after 6.00pm ready for the half-hour drive to the temple which was located in the countryside, about fifteen miles out of town. When they got to the temple, the place was starting to buzz with excitement. Priestesses Lily (13) and Sunflower (12), were already there arranging the flowers in the chapel, along with 7-year-old Aconite and 8-year-old Petunia, the other two girls who, along with Poppy (Yasmine), were to be the three attendants for the rituals. As soon as the twins Buttercup and Daisy wandered into the chapel, Lily and Sunflower flung their arms round them to indulge in a passionate four-way kiss. It was as if they were already beginning to pass on the mantle of the priesthood to the two girls, though that would formally happen later on. When the two priestesses were satisfied that the flowers were done, they departed with Snowdrop (Laura) and Rosebud (Charlotte) to the priestess’s sanctum for a final briefing about the ‘order of service’. Just before Rosebud went off to the robing room she was Frenched by Lily and Sunflower, though she thought it seemed a bit ‘strange’ as none of them were wearing any lipstick yet, but she relished the taste of their saliva anyway, and Snowdrop just sat there quietly rubbing her crotch at the lush sight.

In the robing room Buttercup and Daisy were chattering away with Poppy and Petunia, but Aconite, the mysteriously taciturn little gothic girl was sitting casually on the floor, her piercing dark eyes staring into space. Rosebud did think she looked nice in her black latex trousers and a sleeveless purple T-shirt bearing the legend, ‘Bitch from Hell.’ As ever, Aconite had a black leather studded collar around her neck, and a single chandelier-style silver earring dangled from her right lobe. Poppy thought it best if she did the girls’ make-up first before they got dressed in their sacred robes, and she would style their hair afterwards. She asked them in turn what colour schemes they would like.

“Purple lipstick, hot-pink eyeshadow with black eyeliner and mascara, and purple nail polish for me please,” asked Charlotte, which was a dramatic change from her normal ‘girly’ style, but she so wished to honour her idol Orchidia. The twins requested pink lips, pale-blue eyes and pink nails, the demure Petunia left the choice up to Poppy, whilst Aconite only answered, “Everything black.”

All the girls stripped naked and Rosebud proudly showed off the new gold ring that hung from her left nipple before Poppy set about the task of applying the make-up as requested. But she really went to town on Petunia, her ‘blank canvas’, giving her glossy bright-orange lips, dark-green eyeshadow, and painting each of her fingers and toe nails a different colour. She cheated a little with Aconite, adding glittery silver mascara to her otherwise all-black scheme. As Petunia was dressing the girls in their sacred chiffon robes, all regular knee-length yellow ones, except of course for Rosebud’s blue full-length priestess gown, Poppy started doing her own make-up in the colours that her darling Rosebud loved the best: scarlet lips and nails with dark-blue eyeshadow. It didn’t take long to brush out the girls’ hair, and Rosebud’s was arraigned into ‘priestess pigtails’ tied with blue silk ribbons before her pearl tiara was set in place. The other girls put on their golden Alice-bands, and all slipped their sacred silver signet rings onto their wedding fingers, although Rosebud’s and Poppy’s rings were gold, symbols of their ‘sacred union’. Finally, Poppy put Rosebud’s six-inch long gold chain priestess earring into her left lobe. All the girls looked a picture; the twins’ skills had certainly rubbed off on Petunia and Poppy, but Rosebud was sad that this would be the last time she would be wearing her priestess robe.

At 7.30 precisely with all six girls ready, the sound of the chapel bell rang round the building three times, once for each initiant. Buttercup and Daisy lined up side by side at the robing-room door with Aconite and Petunia just behind them. Bringing up the rear were Rosebud and her attendant Poppy. The girls all put their hands in the ‘praying position’ and the saintly procession made its way to the chapel. They entered the chapel and walked silently through the group of the other sect members seated on the chapel floor, their robes spreading out like little golden flowers.

As they neared the altar, the twins’ paths diverted slightly to let through Rosebud and Poppy. The Priestesses Sunflower and Lily were seated on their customary chairs behind the marble altar, but the central chair of the High Priestess stood vacant. Abbess Snowdrop, in her shimmering silvery translucent robe stood just behind the altar. She was wearing all-silver makeup, her long auburn hair had been pinned up and her gold priestess earring hung from her left lobe. Rosebud thought that her 24-year-old mother looked stunning, and she couldn’t help noticing that beneath her robe she appeared to be wearing a strap-on dildo. Snowdrop began by welcoming everyone to the ritual and gave a brief run-down of the events to come. She paused, then turned to address her daughter directly, “Priestess Rosebud, most gracious flower of Sappho, thou hast come far on a journey that is not yet over. Your devotion to the Sacred Sect of Mystical Sapphists runs wide, and your deep understanding of the sweet pleasures of sapphic love belies your tender years. Thou hast indeed proved that thou art worthy of higher office. Art thou ready to take on the duties of High Priestess and will you carry them out with the utmost dedication and passion?”.

“I am ready, and with the inspiration of the great Goddess Sappho I will carry out my duties to the best of my ability, to spread the gift of spiritual sapphic love amongst all the sacred flowers,” Rosebud responded.

Snowdrop walked round to the front of the altar and said, “Very good. Let us commence.” She picked up a pair of silver scissors from the altar and cut down Rosebud’s robe until it fell from her tiny body. She took the priestess tiara from her head and broke it in two, and then commanded, “Lay your body upon the altar so that all may witness the first step in the passage to the sacred office of High Priestess.” Priestesses Lily and Sunflower removed the candlesticks and golden chalice from the altar, and helped Rosebud up. Rosebud knew what to do and lay flat on her back, her legs spread wide with her knees up in the air. Snowdrop climbed up onto the altar, knelt in front of Rosebud’s body, hitched up her robe and gestured to Priestess Lily to pick up the chalice. She dipped the twelve-inch long soft silvery dildo in the sacred oil, ensured that it was nicely lubed up, and then Priestess Sunflower parted Rosebud’s vaginal lips. Snowdrop thrust the dildo in deep and started to repeatedly chant, “There is no greater role than that of the High Priestess.” The chanting was in time to the rhythm of the strokes of the dildo as it fucked in and out of her daughter’s cunt. Rosebud’s body started to convulse and her face turned deeper and deeper red, until a violent spasm shot through her and she screamed, “Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m fucking cumming!” Cum juice squirted out of her as the dildo withdrew for the last time.

Rosebud was helped down from the altar by Poppy, and Snowdrop untied the blue ribbons of her pigtails. Poppy briefly brushed out her hair so it could hang straight. Petunia then presented to Abbess Snowdrop, the new full-length purple chiffon robe that was to be Rosebud’s. Snowdrop slipped it over her daughter’s head, with Petunia making sure that it hung ‘just right’. It had always been the tradition for the High Priestess to wear her hair in a ponytail, but Rosebud had (naturally) demanded her own brand of styling. She had so liked it when she had worn her hair in the four plaits for her nipple piercing that she insisted on that style for her new role. Poppy worked like greased lightening braiding the red waist-length locks, weaving in purple ribbons as she went. Finally, Snowdrop commanded, “Kneel down before me, sweet daughter of Sappho.” Rosebud knelt in front of her mother and felt the new diamante tiara being put into place. Snowdrop then laid her hands on Rosebud’s head and said, “You are entrusted with the office of High Priestess. Carry out your duties wisely and to the benefit of all your charges. Do it all with the love and kindness that will please the great Goddess Sappho.” High Priestess Rosebud got up and walked round to take the chair that was once Orchidia’s. Tears streamed down her face when her behind made contact with the seat. Snowdrop then turned to address everyone in the chapel, “All hail the High Priestess Rosebud!” Everyone replied in unison, “Oh hail the High Priestess Rosebud!” After the cheers and applause had subsided and a brief pause Snowdrop added, “Normally now you would all be invited to shower your new spiritual leader with acts of sapphic love, but that must wait a while as we have other important matters to attend to,” but Poppy couldn’t wait and trotted up behind the alter, bowed to her high priestess and locked her lips onto Rosebud’s. A hand slid under Rosebud’s new robe to fondle her cunt while they deep kissed.

Rosebud got up from her seat and had a fresh glow about her, whether it was from some new-found serenity in her office of high priestess, or the fact that she was still in some kind of post-coital afterglow, was purely a matter for speculation. She started to address Buttercup and Daisy, “Daisy and Buttercup, oh sacred flowers, you have both proven yourselves worthy of passage into the sacred sapphic priesthood. But before you may receive ordination under the hands of the holy three, there is one more task you must both perform. You are required to perform three ultimate acts of sapphic love. Firstly to your high priestess, secondly to your chosen attendants, and thirdly to each other.”

The two girls grinned at each other with that telepathic understanding that only twins seem to possess. They walked up to the altar and dipped their hands into the sacred oil contained in the golden chalice, and they gestured to Poppy to lift Rosebud’s new robe up high. Daisy and Buttercup bowed to their high priestess, knelt down, and started to massage her legs with the sacred oil. Their hands lovingly caressed her feet, then her calves, then her thighs, until they reached her bottom. They paid the most attention to massaging her buttocks, working fingers into the anus and vagina of their high priestess. Rosebud raised up her arms as if she were praising the Goddess Sappho as she let the twin priestesses-to-be indulge themselves. Then she began to feel the girls working their whole hands into her holes. ‘Surely they can’t double fist me,’ she thought to herself, but somehow the girls got inside her, Buttercup’s hand in her anus, and Daisy’s in her vagina. The sensation was like no other that Rosebud had experienced before. The girls worked their hands in and out, and round and around, until a second orgasm exploded out of the high priestess. Rosebud graciously thanked the girls for their endowment of sapphic love and Frenched them both deeply, though she felt a little sore ‘inside’.

Buttercup and Daisy stood up and whispered something to Poppy. Poppy trotted off outside the chapel, to return a few moments later with two cut-glass bowls, which she placed onto the altar. The twins then instructed their attendants to climb up onto the altar and squat over their bowls. “Let forth your streams of golden nectar,” they commanded in unison. Aconite and Petunia dutifully hitched up their yellow robes and started to piss into the vessels. The twins watched in amazement, and when the girls had done, they each ceremoniously lifted to their lips the bowl of their chosen attendant. And the drank and they drank, until the bowls were empty. They helped the girls down, showered them with kisses, and fingered their wet cunts. High Priestess Rosebud led the applause. Once the place was calm again, Poppy pressed a button on the music system. The chapel was filled with the sound of Donna Summers’ ‘Love to Love You Baby’. The twins glided round the room entwined in each other’s arms, dancing and kissing and caressing and fondling all over each other. When they were in front of where the three priestesses were sitting, they sexily slithered down onto the floor to indulge in a wanton mutual cunt-licking session, doing it all in time to the erotic music. They ‘came’ simultaneously, sprinkling each others’ faces with their cunt juices. The whole place erupted into cheers and applause once again. All those that had been present at Rosebud’s ordination thought that the powerful eroticism of the display the twins had just presented was no less than that which their (now) high priestess had shown.

When the place was quiet once more, High Priestess Rosebud and Abbess Snowdrop arose from their seats and asked Buttercup and Daisy to stand in front of them. The girls’ yellow robes were cut away from their bodies, and their golden Alice-bands were broken in two. Poppy then arraigned their long blond hair into ‘priestess pigtails’ tied with blue ribbons. Aconite and Petunia presented to Rosebud the new priestess robes, which were slipped over the twins’ heads, and arranged prettily by Petunia. The ‘retiring’ priestesses, Lily and Sunflower removed the pearl encrusted priestess tiaras from their own heads and placed them onto the twins. Finally, Rosebud placed new 6-inch gold chain earrings into their left lobes, and the girls were invited to kneel down. Rosebud and Lily and Sunflower laid their hands on the heads of each of the twins in turn, and Rosebud chanted the 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.” Finally she added, “All hail the Priestess Buttercup, all hail the Priestess Daisy!”

The new priestesses arose and turned to face the other sect members, to chants of, “Hail the Priestess Daisy! Hail the Priestess Buttercup!” They were kissed by everyone in the room. Poppy, Petunia and Aconite briefly disappeared and returned with all the sacred sex toys which they laid out on the altar.

“Let the orgy commence!” commanded Snowdrop, “You all may now shower your new priesthood with gifts of sapphic love!”

Everyone paid homage to their new spiritual leaders. Toys and fingers and tongues disappeared into every one of their holes. An orgy of writhing pink flesh went on for a long time, and when all were almost exhausted, the three priestesses had another surprise for them. They donned their priestly strap-ons (which matched the colours of their robes) and proceeded to fuck their chosen attendants: Rosebud with Poppy, Daisy with Petunia, and Buttercup with Aconite. They were merciless as they pounded the dildos in and out of their little vaginas. Aconite seemed the most responsive of the three girls, and one could imagine that she would fuck forever. All three girls turned redder and redder and even the timid Petunia joined in with the screaming out of all manner of graphic obscenities to the delight of everyone watching. After about fifteen minutes their orgasms came. The priestesses looked pleased with their work.

High Priestess Rosebud had one final treat planned, which no-one knew about. She commanded her mother, Abbess Snowdrop, to lay herself on the altar. “You will now accept the gift of the holy dildos,” she announced.

First Daisy, then Buttercup plunged their strap-ons in and out of Snowdrop, which thrilled Rosebud as this was the first time she’d witnessed her mother in such lascivious activity. Snowdrop came many times. Finally it was Rosebud’s turn. She fucked her mother with a violent a passion like no other. First she did her in the cunt, and finally with her mother on her hands and knees, Rosebud fucked the soft purple dildo in and out of her arse until a final shower of love juice shot out onto the altar. Now exhausted, Snowdrop struggled to get up to face her audience.

“The seeds of the future have finally been sown,” she announced.