The Ritual Ch 06

The two weeks were pretty quiet. I mean, Derek was over all the time, and so were Sally and Claire. Given Claire's screaming orgasms, it wasn't

literally

quiet, just free of further drama. Derek slept over several times and there was hardly ever just one girl in the bed with him when he did. When there were three of us he usually had two of us engage in hot lesbian action while the third served him. Whatever turned him on was what I wanted.

He wasn't content anymore to let me have sole knowledge of the book, either. I went over it all with him, since there was no point in him reinventing the wheel. Often that meant leaning over his shoulder while some other girl sucked his cock. Good times. No matter how much sex he had, Derek was ready for more. But he didn't need it, either. There were days he just stayed home and read a book, or took a walk in the woods with Blake, just like old Derek.

He went a little easier on Fred. Claire was still allowed to tease him about not getting any and he was still at our beck and call for rides and such, but Derek told Fred it was part of his path to redemption, and that it amused him, which in turn made Fred enjoy receiving Claire's torture. Me, I would have made Fred suffer. Yeah, he'd come in useful, but that was because apparently he threatened to kill Derek's Dad and then his Mom, and that got his Dad to read the formula that enthralled him. Fred was still a prick, in other words, even if sometimes being a prick was useful.

My Mom didn't join in our games. But we quit closing the door, and sometimes she watched. She came in and brought us water or snacks and told us what good girls we were while we were fucking or sucking our lord and master. It was surreal, but I noticed the level of the sherry in the bottle hadn't gone down all week. She'd found her purpose, and didn't have to drink herself to sleep every night.

The quiet was broken with a phone call one Saturday morning at ten. "Hello, master," I said into the phone.

"Annie," he said, his voice cold. "Didn't I tell you not to use the formula anymore?"

"I didn't!"

"And not to share it with anyone, or get anyone else to use it, or anything like that?"

"I did not. Honest to god, Derek, I didn't."

"Then why, pray tell, have two women showed up at my door telling me that I'm their purpose?"

"Um, I don't know."

"Who has had access to the formula?"

"Me. You. Sally and Mom each read it. I suppose your Dad did, too. I think it'd be pretty impossible to memorize from one or even twenty readings, since it's all gibberish to us. Sally gave you the paper it was written on right after. I have another copy in my purse. That's it."

"I'll be over there in five minutes," he said. "I've got a job for you."

Five minutes later, a car pulled up I hadn't seen before. It wasn't Fred's. A statuesque blonde about my Mom's age got out of the driver's seat dressed in a business suit. Another woman, a petite Asian in a sundress who I guessed was about thirty, slid out of the back seat while Derek got out of the passenger's.

I wondered if I was supposed to put more clothes on. I rarely bothered with a top when I knew Derek was coming over. Mom was hovering near the door too, dressed like a slutty secretary in short skirt, stockings, heels, and half-unbuttoned white blouse showing a bit of black bra. I let Mom answer and ran upstairs for a T-shirt. I didn't mind being undressed in front of Sally and Claire, and definitely not in front of Derek, but these were strangers.

I heard introductions down below, although I couldn't make out the words. My Mom's voice was cooing. I pulled the shirt on hurriedly and ran downstairs.

"Hi!" I said brightly.

"Eloise, Akane, this is Annie, and she, like her mother, serves me."

"Oh," Eloise said. "Pleased to meet you." She stuck out her hand, and I shook it. She was wearing a business suit, and it was all very formal.

Akane gave me an appraising look, and that was about it.

"So," Derek said, "Why don't you two explain how you happened to come looking for me?"

Akane looked to Eloise, and Eloise said, "It's your story first."

"Well," said Akane, "I found a slip of paper in a book I was checking in. I work at the library, as a library aide."

"Ohhh," I said.

"Oh?" Derek inquired, with raised eyebrows.

"Danielle Steel," I said, as if that explained everything.

Derek waited patiently.

Mom started in. "My dear one left me the piece of paper with the formula on, you know, the one I read to realize how special you are? She left it in a book I was reading, with a note that said it would help me find a purpose. So I said it as a lark." She beamed. "I'm so glad I did!"

"And then?" Derek asked, holding up a hand to delay Akane's narrative.

"Well, I wanted other people to find what I'd found, so I just tucked it back in the book, and returned it to the library."

"Okay, before we go any further, where is the paper now?"

"Well, back in the book, of course," Eloise said. "We were hardly going to try to thwart whatever plan you had."

"And the book is now where?"

"On the shelves, I imagine. Unless someone checked it out."

"Mrs. Seefeld, you know what book it was?"

"Sure," Mom said.

"Would you be so kind as to go to the library with all deliberate haste, find the book, make sure the paper is still in it, and bring the paper back here without showing anyone else? It can go in your daughter's safe, and not be taken out for any reason unless I command it." He paused. "I hope that's clear enough." He looked at me when he said that. Maybe I'd interpreted some of his commands creatively in the past or something.

I nodded. "Crystal."

Mom was already headed for the door.

"Might want to button a few buttons Mom!" I yelled out after her.

"Nonsense," Derek said, "She's not going to get arrested, and she's providing a public service. Hurry back, Mrs. Seefeld. Carry on, Akane."

"So, I read the words on the paper. I suppose that I just kind of shrugged and thought, 'why not?' And then a great peace came over me, but also a great longing. I knew there was someone I needed to find, and I didn't know who it was. I also knew that Eloise had been going through some struggles lately, so I brought the paper to her and told her it had made me feel better, and that she should give it a try."

"I did, obviously," Eloise continued. "And I felt we should really put the paper back, rather than picking and choosing new recruits. Since then, we've been spending our spare time scouring the city, trying to find the person we were drawn to. Today, fortunately, our master was out mowing the lawn, and Akane spotted him."

"There aren't any more of these papers you've forgotten about, are there, Annie?" Derek asked. I wondered if I heard air-quotes around the word forgotten.

"No," I said. "Not unless you've made me forget."

"Which I haven't. Unless I've forgotten it."

I blinked.

"That was a joke," he said. "Look, it's a lot to take in. One way or the other this group of ours keeps expanding, and I don't know exactly what to do about it."

"Well, I think you could simply ravish us," Eloise suggested.

"Fuck us, is what she means," Akane said.

"I'm familiar with the word ravish, "Derek said drily. "No, Akane, not yet. Annie, I want you to spend the rest of the afternoon interviewing Akane and Eloise. Find out what makes them tick, what brings them joy, what they hate, their hobbies, any other attachments they have, who they live with, whether they have a car - well, I know Eloise does, we came in it. Everything you think I should know to make good use of them, but also everything I might need to know in order to make sure they stay happy members of our little group. And ladies, under no condition are you to help anyone else get a hold of that piece of paper."

They nodded. "Did I do the wrong thing in putting it back in the book?" Eloise asked.

"Your reasoning was sound," Derek told her. "Hopefully it will go no further. Oh, and Eloise, Akane? Give Annie complete, fully honest answers to her questions. I'll want a report e-mailed too me, Annie. The other thing I want you to do is this. Make sure they know how our little group operates, and my preferences. You're the new director of onboarding. Congratulations."

"Yes Master," I said.

"Hopefully, it's not a job that will keep you too busy."

"What will you be doing, Master? I mean, I could ask the questions while you -"

"No," Derek said. "I'll wait for your Mother to get back, but in an hour I have an appointment with Sally, to get to know her better. We're having a picnic in the park."

"Oh."

He must have heard the disappointment in my voice. "Jealousy, Annie?"

"No." It wasn't, either. "It's just that a park is a very public place."

"And you're concerned about me being seen with another woman?"

"No! I'm concerned that she won't be able to give you the service you deserve."

He laughed at that. "There's more to life than sex, Annie. Not that sex isn't very, very good. If we get frisky, I know where to bring her. Now, get to work."

"Yes Master!" I was enthusiastic. I loved it when he gave me clear directions, and I enjoyed having a project to work on. Leading the way, I signaled Akane and Eloise, and took them to my room.

"So then," I said. "Tell me about yourselves. And remember, Master said no secrets, nothing held back."

"Well, then," said Eloise. "It might be a good idea to take us one at a time. I mean, Akane is my employee, and there are some things one doesn't want an employee to know."

"Sure. But there's plenty that's not a problem. So I'll have you both in here one at a time later, to fill in the gaps. Now, then, how much money do you make?" One of the problems in our little groups is that we were all college students except for my Mom, who made enough to keep us going but not a lot more, especially as we'd been spending a lot of money on sexy clothes lately. I thought we should search out some bored rich person and use them as a cash cow, but I didn't think Derek would go for it.

They told me. I stared at Eloise. "And you're the head librarian?"

"That's right," she said.

"And that's all you make?"

"Yes. It's work done mostly by women, Annie. So of course it doesn't get paid at a reasonable rate."

"Check. Okay, then..."

I kept asking them questions. I heard my Mom come back, followed by what sounded like a scuffle downstairs. Was Derek banging my Mom on the kitchen table? A part of me wanted to go check, and a part of me really wished I could wear noise-canceling ear buds and still do the job Derek told me to do. I settled for raising my voice a little louder and making sure the questions and the answer came quickly.

Derek left twenty minutes later.

Mom brought in sodas and snacks after an hour. We'd been talking non-stop, and they were a godsend.

"Thanks, Mom," I said. "And you might want to fix your lipstick. It's pretty smudged."

"Oh," she said, and had the dignity to blush. "Well, Derek wanted to be cleaned up after we -"

"Mom!" I said.

"You don't want to hear."

"Exactly."

"Well yes, honey. Let's just say we had a nice chat, and I must have talked so much I smudged my lipstick."

"I'll send you the name of a brand that doesn't smudge. Even if one is chatting particularly vigorously."

"That would be nice, dear."

"Bye Mom."

"I'll be back in an hour to collect the plates, so you can just keep doing your important work for that nice boy."

I went back to grilling the librarians. Technically, Akane told me, she wasn't a librarian, she just worked there, and you needed a degree to be a librarian. Eloise told her that she didn't think of it that way, and we agreed to keep using the word in its more casual meaning. Then we carried on.

"So, Akane, is there anything you'd like to tell me while Eloise is out of the room?" I asked the cute Japanese girl hours later. I had been thorough, of course. I wasn't going to do a job for Derek half-assed.

"Well, I told you I was bi. What I didn't tell you was that I have a bit of a crush on Eloise."

"Ah. Well, maybe if you're very good our master will reward you," I said. Or maybe he'll just have you two make out because it amuses him, I added mentally. Either way, I was sure she'd get plenty of girl-girl action. "Anything else?"

"Yes. You said that you don't all call him the same thing? That you say 'master,' and this Claire person says 'our lord,' and so forth."

"Yes, and my Mother seems to have decided on 'that nice boy.'" I tried not to think about what she'd probably been doing with that nice boy, but I had a pretty good picture. They'd been fucking, and then she'd cleaned him up for his date with Sally by going down on him. His cock had been thrusting in and out and in and out of -

"How do you think he'd feel about 'Daddy,'" Akane asked.

I spit my drink. But at least it stopped me from continuing to visualize.

"That bad, huh? I've always imagined having a guy who called me 'babygirl,' and who I called 'Daddy.' But of course I'll call him anything he wants."

"I'll, um, make a note in your file, and he'll see it, and make a decision." I consulted my notes. "You know he's eleven years younger than you."

"Doesn't matter," she said. "Unless it does to him."

"Got it. Anything else?"

"No, I think that's it."

"Well, then, send Eloise in."

Eloise stood stiffly with her back against the door. "This is very difficult for me, you realize. Even with him giving very clear directions I should hold nothing back, it would be much easier for me to tell him directly than to tell you, his, um, servant."

I wasn't ashamed of the word servant. "Nonetheless, we both have our directions. If I could make a suggestion, anything you say while leaning against that door can probably be overheard by anyone on the other side of it who might be listening."

"Oh!" Eloise walked to the opposite side of the room briskly.

"Right, now, why don't you start with the worst of it and we can go from there. Do you secretly want to fuck Akane, or something?" What can I say, I was a matchmaker. Everyone with Derek, of course, but after that, it was nice if people were happy.

"Heavens no!" she said. "Although that would be rather humiliating."

"Right. Your underling." The impression I got that Eloise was stuck up had not faded over the last few hours, although I understood that such a relationship would be inappropriate. So was my mother fucking my boyfriend. "So, what is it?"

"Well, I just said the word humiliating."

"And?"

"That's it. Being humiliated turns me on."

"Oh, really!" I said. "You must love having to tell that to a mere servant of our master."

"No, I don't!" She pursed her lips. "I have to tell everything, don't I?"

"Yes, you do."

"I hate it. But it also turns me on. Really, pretty much every piece of porn I read has something to do with humiliation, embarrassment, that sort of thing. I used to read things like that Danielle Steel book, with respectful relationships and all of that, and I just skipped past the sex parts because they bored me."

"I see. Do you like to be called names, bitch?"

She bristled. "You have no right to call me that."

"You have no right to dodge the question, you little tramp," I told her. "Now answer me."

"Yes," she said, very quietly.

"I don't believe I heard that," I lied. "Again, louder."

"Yes, dammit."

"Answer in a complete sentence, to make sure I understand."

"Yes, I like to be called names."

"Excellent. Give me some examples. I'll include them in your file."

"You wouldn't!"

"I will. Give. Complete, truthful answers. What gets you all wound up and horny and embarrassed."

"Whore. Slut."

"Louder, dear."

She raised her voice. "Bitch. Cunt. Fuckpig. Just a hole for me to use." She was visibly squirming now, rubbing her thighs together.

I smiled. "I got all that, and now our master will see it, too. You know what would be really humiliating?"

"No. What?"

"If I shared this all with Akane."

She blanched. "I don't think that was part of what you were asked to do here," she said.

"Nope. Just a suggestion I'll share with our master. Anything else I need to know, bitch?"

"Isn't that enough?"

"It is if there's nothing more, and it isn't if there is," I told her. "Anything else, you filthy little whore?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Well, send me an email if anything crosses your little bimbo brain later, will you."

"Bimbo was not on the list," she said.

"Noted, slut. Have a good one, I have a report to type up."

She shot daggers at me with her eyes, and then left the room. Hey, I was just giving her what she wanted. Mom showed them out while I went to work typing my report.

The next day Derek called a team meeting, so everyone who was enthralled by him showed up except for his Dad, who Derek really didn't want to get involved. We girls all wore our sexy best, which generally meant we weren't street legal. I'd let Akane and Eloise know that Derek was a breast man as well as being the

best

man, and they'd both worn fancy bras. Akane just took her shirt off, and Eloise had a suit jacket that she wore open.

Derek started the meeting by introducing everyone, and then told everyone to stand in a circle. So we did.

"Not you, Fred, I think you can sit at Claire's feet."

We waited while Fred sat down. Claire ruffled his hair.

"And not you, slut," he said, looking at Eloise. "You can be on all fours like a bitch."

Her face went beet red, but she did as she was told. She couldn't meet anyone's eyes. Akane, I noticed, just stared.

"So, Akane's one of the girls and I'm going to start incorporating her into my harem, starting now. Akane, come over here and suck my cock while I talk to the others."

Akane quit looking at Eloise and walked forward, then went to her knees before Derek. We all waited while she unzipped him, and Derek didn't talk again until his Akane had her red-painted lips wrapped around his thick hardness.

"The whore here is kind of a special case," he said, gesturing to Eloise. Akane skipped a beat, and Derek stopped to tap her on the head and remind her to be present for her important work. "I've forwarded you all a list of names to call her, but above all, she's a whorish fuck toy. If any of you need some sexual relief, call on her, and if she doesn't have to be at work and isn't running some errand for me, she'll come running. If she's around you, you don't have to ask, just use her like you would a fleshlight or a vibrator or whatever."

Eloise's eyes were wide open, and her face was even redder.

Blake, on the other hand, was grinning from ear to ear.

"I'm not really good at the whole humiliation thing, but Eloise is totally into it, isn't that right, slut?"

She nodded.

"Speak up," I told her.

"Yes!" she said, glaring at me. "It's true, dammit."

"Anyway," Derek said, "That's why I've decided to outsource. Claire's already shown she's pretty good at it, and Annie has a twisted mind. We'll manage to serve your needs, and you'll manage to serve us. I suspect Blake will fuck you a lot. You are to call all of them Mr. so and so, or Miss so and so. Or Mrs. Seefeld." He nodded at Mom.

"Does that include me?" Fred asked.

"Of course not," Derek said. "Fred's locked up, so it doesn't include him."

"Fred's my little cuckold," Claire said. "He can't even get hard, and when he tries it hurts. He's being punished. Although Eloise could call him Miss Fred, perhaps."

I laughed. Derek looked like he was thinking about it.

"What is he being punished for?" Eloise asked.

"For trying to kill Derek."

Eloise's eyes widened. "I'd cut off his balls!"

"Derek is such a kind boy," Mom said.

All the while, Akane kept bobbing on Derek's cock.