Dinner wasn't at all what I'd been expecting. There were separate tables for men and women. The women looked a little subdued I thought. And the men never seemed to take their eyes off me as Bridget and I took our seats. She thoughtfully guided me to a corner where I was out of their direct vision.
I was introduced to all the women and the conversation turned to the menu; which I was relieved to see looked very appetising. The servers, all of them female, bustled to and fro from the kitchen making sure everyone had what they wanted before seating themselves among us. The men never moved.
After answering various questions about myself, what I did for a living, where I was born and so on, I began to relax and listen to other conversations taking place. Bridget leaned towards a woman named Maria on her right and asked her quietly, "Are you on tonight?"
"Yes ... in the Salon," she replied with a look that said she wasn't looking forward to it.
Dinner passed and we all got up to clear the tables; the men as well this time. Brother Simon came up to me and asked how I was settling in. "Very well," I told him, and praised Bridget for her kindness.
Afterwards everyone made their way to the living area or out into the garden. It became clear then who was friendly with whom. I stayed with Bridget and Maria, the woman who'd said about the Salon. I noticed some of the women pairing with men; one of whom was behaving in what I can only call an amorous manner. He actually had his hand up her dress. Maybe he's her husband I thought.
A short time later a clock chimed 9.00 pm and Maria said to Bridget, "I must go now."
Bridget looked at her sympathetically and kissed her gently on the cheek.
A little later, after such a long day, I told Bridget I was ready for bed. "Come with me then and I'll show you where to get your nightdress and clothing for tomorrow. Of course you don't need to wear the smock for work, but you should when you're here. By the way, we're not supposed to have anything except panties underneath. It's the custom here."
Bridget took me to the clothing and linen store and let me choose from the piles of smocks and other items. I was surprised to see the women's panties were all the same; white cotton with an open crotch.
Bridget left me in the ablutions area, where I showered and prepared for bed. I slept amazingly well in my new bed and was up early to get ready for work.
At breakfast I sat with Maria, Bridget and a girl called Melissa. Maria looked tired and out of sorts. Bridget asked her about her evening but in the Salon.
"It wasn't the worst but four to one is a challenge these days. I'm a bit sore," Maria answered, with her eyes directed downwards. "Brother David was there," she added with a knowing look.
I thought I understood and asked Maria, "What's the salon?"
"You'll learn soon enough Sofia" Bridget intervened."Not just yet though."
I went to work and was back at The Coterie around 4.15 pm, with about three hours free before dinner. "You're to help in the laundry," Bridget informed me. "And tomorrow, as it's your day off at work, you'll be helping me collect everyone's bed linen".
The laundry was easy; all I had to do was sort items for different washes; coloured, whites, cotton, synthetic and so on. But I noticed how many of the bed sheets had large patches of discolouration, some still wet or damp to the touch. Many of the panties had tell-take stains around the crotch area. They felt stiff and smelled of something distinctive that I couldn't quite place at first. I was familiar of course with those intimate female aromas that change through the month. But what I was smelling was definitely male in origin; and that could only mean one thing!
After a few days I was growing used to the routine when Bridget informed me that we would be on cleaning duties all the following week. These took me into areas I'd not been to previously, including what I thought must be what Maria had called the salon. The furniture there was unlike anything I'd ever seen before; all manner of benches, seats and apparatus for purposes I could only guess at. In a cupboard l were several canes - like the ones our teachers had used when I was at school - and several other items whose purpose was uncertain. Another cupboard contained what I now know are called dildos, molded out of rubber or plastic and resembling penises of different sizes, some of them unnaturally large.
After a few weeks I was beginning to understand things better; it was clear the men controlled things to their advantage and that many of the women were little more than slaves. One evening, while collecting laundry I forgot to knock on a pod door and found one of the Brothers having sex with an older woman resident. I saw his erect penis when he pulled out of her; shocked at my sudden appearance.
Exactly four weeks to the day after I'd joined the commune, Bridget told me Brother Simon wanted to see me in his office. When I got there he was seated at his desk looking a little stern I thought. But as soon as I sat down he gave me a beaming smile and said "Well Sofia ... you've settled in beautifully I hear - the Brothers are delighted to have you."
"I love being here Sir." I wasn't going to jeopardise my security no matter what I might be expected to do. I was beginning to form an idea of what that might be; from all the predatory looks I was getting. But I knew I was pretty and if I was clever I could turn that to my advantage; or so I thought.
"That's good to hear. Now Sofia, as I explained we have a tradition of helping each other. We chaps see it as our responsibility - and a way of maintaining the morale of the community - to make sure our womenfolk are 'well served' if you understand my meaning. We don't like to think of you having to endure a monastic existence. God made you as you are, with all the lustful cravings a woman must have if she is to fulfill her purpose. Of course the bearing of children has to be postponed for now, but the urges are no less strong and we men labour to satisfy them where we can. Do you understand Sofia?"
"I think so Brother Simon," I replied hesitantly.
"Well Sofia ... that's why I wanted to talk to you. You're a healthy young woman - a very pretty one at that - and as Principal of the Coterie I could not rest if I weren't satisfied that your needs were being met. But of course there's a little matter that we must attend to if you are to stay here; it wouldn't be right if in satisfying your carnal desires you were to bear a child before you're ready for that."
To be honest I was unsure where this was going until Brother Simon took out a syringe and a phial of some kind from a drawer in his desk.
"I'm going to protect you from all that with a little injection Sofia. It's the same as I use for all our young women. Follow me next door and we'll be done in a jiffy."
Father Simon went to what I'd always thought was a part of the wooden paneling around his office but was actually a door. He opened it and ushered me in. It was obviously his private sanctuary of some kind. There was a large bed and standing alongside one of the walls was a kind of examination couch of the kind one might find in a doctor's surgery. Pointing towards it he told me to climb on while he prepared the syringe. Once he'd done that he approached me and told me to lift my dress.
"Right up high over your belly please Sofia". Once I'd done that he lifted my knees and placed my feet apart. "Now shuffle down the couch so your bottom is nearer the edge."
Thinking back I can't believe I didn't protest but such was my level of subservience towards Brother Simon, who I regarded as having saved me from homelessness and worse, I instinctively obeyed him. A moment later he'd pulled open the crotch of my panties and was injecting me, not in the bottom or a thigh, but directly and deep into my clitoris (how that hurt) and then around the vaginal opening. It was done so quickly I barely had time to protest; I was speechless.
"There ..." he announced when he was finished. "In 24 hours you'll be free to have your needs satisfied untroubled by any worries about conception. I'll inject you every six months." It hurt dreadfully; it wasn't just the pain but the humiliation of having a man do it.
After he'd tidied up he took me back into his office and said I'd been very brave. "I know it must hurt," he said. "Some of the women make a terrible fuss. Bridget especially. Now she'll get her pleasures as a member of the Pool and you can take her place my dear."
I left in a daze. When Bridget caught up with me later she knew immediately what had happened. "You'll get used to it. It stings at first but it'll settle down in a couple of hours, I promise. If it doesn't use some ice from the freezer, but be careful to run it under water for a little time beforehand."
Bridget was right; it really did sting and when I looked down there before showering my cunny was red and inflamed. Even the ice wasn't enough. But the next morning it was better and I felt fit to face the day ahead.
When I returned from work Bridget was waiting for me.
"I need to talk to you before tonight," she told me a little breathlessly.
"What is it Bridget? You look worried."
It's ok Sofia ... I just thought I might help by telling you a few things about Brother Simon. I know he did your injections yesterday ... he told me you were brave."
"They really hurt Bridget. Especially the one into my clitoris. He pinched me hard to expose it before using the syringe."
"I know ... I have them too. We all do."
Bridget went on, "Brother Simon always claims what he calls '
first rights
' over newcomers. It's been me these last ten months, and Melissa before that. I'm going to tell you what Melissa told me.
Brother Simon will make you his personal sex slave. He pretends it's a special favour that he's '
satisfying your needs
' but we both know it's not. It's his appetite that's being satisfied, and he's insatiable, as you'll soon discover for yourself. I've been relegated to what we call The Pool, which means I'm now available to all the others; whenever one of them wants me I have to submit. You're his plaything now and you need to be prepared. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
