S Joins a Commune

This story is pure fantasy.

In real life we should never be cruel or disrespectful towards anyone, especially if they are vulnerable in any way.

Loving, consensual sex is wonderful.

Coercive, non-consensual or incestuous sex are illegal and extremely harmful.

It shouldn

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t be so, but reading about such things can be erotic. That isn

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t to condone them or to encourage anyone to act in a similar fashion.

We all have fertile imaginations and there is no harm in giving rein to them, so long we never cross the line from fantasy to reality.

The characters in my stories are all over 18 and the settings are purely fictional.

Mothers, wives, partners, girlfriends, daughters etc. - females in general - must

always

be treated with respect and kindness.

THE COTERIE - Part 1

Fearing eviction Sofia joins a Commune

After being given notice by my landlord - he'd decided to sell the flat I was renting from him - I was desperate.

I'd been looking for weeks and couldn't afford anything on the market. The day before my tenancy was due to expire someone at the Housing Department suggested I try a charity named Safe Haven.

"You might be just what they're looking for," he said as I was leaving. I was in such a hurry to get there I didn't ask what he meant by that.

Safe Haven was just round the corner from the Housing Department, on the second floor of an office block. I knocked timidly on their door and a man with a booming voice called, "Enter." He was on the phone but gestured to me to sit down before passing me a form and a pen.

I'd long finished the form before he put the phone down and turned to me. There was something about the way he seemed to appraise me that felt a little off, but I was so intent on finding somewhere to live I didn't really worry about it. As long as he could help me, what did it matter? He picked up the form I'd completed and scanned it quickly before looking up and saying, "So, Sofia, you need somewhere to live. Leave the form with me and I'll see what I can do."

I burst into tears. "I have to leave where I am tomorrow ... I must find somewhere today ... anywhere ... please help me," I managed to say between sobs.

"I see," he replied. "Things are very difficult at the moment".

He stood up, went to a cabinet and took out two files. "I'll give these a try," he smiled. "Just in case they can help."

But they couldn't, and I burst into tears again.

" OK ... OK ... I have one other possibility for you."

"Please Sir ... anything," I replied.

"Right ... so you're 20 years old Sofia. Do you have any dependents?"

"No Sir."

"You're not pregnant?"

"Definitely not Sir."

"Are you in any kind of relationship Sofia?"

"No Sir ... it's just me."

"And what work do you do Sofia?"

"I'm a waitress," I answered.

"Well Sofia ... I have an idea ... if you step outside for a few minutes and take a seat down the corridor I'll make a phone call. Is that OK? I can't promise anything though."

"Oh yes Sir". I left the room and waited down the corridor as he'd told me to do. After about ten minutes he called me back with a smile on his face.

"Well Sofia I have somewhere if you'd like it. I'll explain where it is ... is that OK?"

"Oh yes Sir. Thank you."

"There's no need to call me Sir, Sofia. My name is John."

"Yes. Thank you John."

"It's called 'The Coterie'. They're a commune. They're not religious but they have certain rules. You'd be expected to help out with things and play your part in the everyday life of the community. You'll be allocated what they call a Pod, which will be your own private space. Otherwise you'll share the communal areas; kitchen, living space, laundry, garden and so on. There are about 40 others living there, men and women. It's run by a Praesidium of elders, headed by Brother Simon. You'll have to pay a small tithe but it'll be a lot less than anywhere else. If you're interested I'll let them know; then you can go along and speak to someone. How does that sound?"

"Fantastic," I replied enthusiastically. " I can't thank you enough John." The relief was so great I burst into tears again.

After we were finished I went straight home to begin packing. I was in the middle of sorting my clothes when the phone rang. A man's voice asked, "Is that Sofia?"

"Yes," I answered.

"My name is Brother Simon, from The Coterie. I understand you'd like to join us, Sofia ... is that right?"

"Yes ... I'd love to."

"Well, why don't you come along and we'll have a chat. Would 2.00 pm suit you?"

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We agreed on 2.00 pm and Brother Simon explained how to get there. "Just ring on the bell outside the gate and someone will bring you to my office," he told me.

I arrived in good time; a young woman opened the gate and led me along a series of corridors until we came to a door marked 'Principal's Office', in gold letters. My chaperone knocked and we waited, giving me time to study her a little. She was very pretty, about my own age or perhaps a year or two older, with fair hair, French braids, and wearing a full length cream smock with buttons the whole way down the front. From the way the smock hung on her I didn't think she could have anything underneath.

"Brother Simon may ask you some personal questions, but don't worry ... it's perfectly normal. He'll explain everything".

Before I'd had time to consider what she'd said the door was opened and Brother Simon beckoned us inside.

"Aah Sofia ... I'm very pleased to meet you. So you've met Bridget. Assuming you join our little community Bridget will help you settle in. Now take a seat."

Gesturing me towards a single chair in front of his desk I went to sit down; but to my surprise Bridget seated herself on the floor, on her haunches, looking up at us in what seemed to me like a submissive pose.

"Well Sofia ... John was right. You certainly are a very pretty girl. I'm sure you could fit in very well here ... very well indeed. Now, if you don't know much about communes they're all about sharing. I think of us as just one living entity. We all need security in return for which we must each play a full part in the life of the community. You will have little chores to do, like the rest of us; we try to do whatever is best for the community to help achieve a happy, thriving and prosperous home for everyone. We help each other out in any way we can. Does that make sense?"

"Absolutely. Perfect sense," I replied.

"That's good Sofia ... like all such communities we enjoy what I call '

freedom from riches

'; paradoxically we are wealthy, but not in a material sense. We eschew possessions and share all we have, including our labour, however it may be required of us. John told me you have no attachments ... no boyfriend or anyone. Is that right?"

"Yes Sir ... no one."

"And your parents?"

"I no longer see them, Sir. They're living in Australia. I only ever hear from them at Christmas."

"Are you in good health Sofia?"

"Very Sir."

"Yes, you look it. What about ... if I may put it this way ... your feminine health?"

"Oh ... I see. That's all good too, Sir."

"Your periods?"

"Regular Sir."

" When did your last period end .. if you don't mind my asking such a personal question?"

"On Monday Sir."

Brother Simon made a note before asking, ''Do you use any form of contraceptive Sofia?"

"No Sir. I haven't needed to."

"I see. So you're not sexually active at the moment. Is that right?"

"No Sir - not for a long while now."

"So when was the last time you had sex Sofia?"

"Well over a year ago Sir."

"How do you manage then? You're not a lesbian are you?"

I blushed. "Oh no Sir ... I'm not."

"Well Sofia ... I think you'll be very well suited here at The Coterie. If you'd like to join us Bridget will look after you from here and she'll arrange help with anything that needs collecting from where you're living now".

"Oh Sir ... thank you ... thank you so much ... it's such a relief Sir."

"I'm glad we can help you Sofia ... and call me Brother Simon ... everyone does."

When I had time to think about the questions I'd been asked I began to wonder why Brother Simon needed to know such personal and intimate things about me. Bridget supplied the answer. "He just needed to satisfy himself that you'd stay with us and not want to leave if a boyfriend came back on the scene. He asks the same questions of everyone new."

Bridget took me to my Pod first, an area around 12 x 15 feet, with a bed, a bedside table, a comfortable chair, a small table, a book case and a washbasin. It looked cosy and clean, though a little colourless I thought. I would want to do something about that.

Next we went to a large communal sitting room off a kitchen and dining area; all spick and span I noticed approvingly.

Beyond that was a workshop area for maintenance and a large laundry area with all different coloured smocks identical to the style Bridget was wearing. Turning a corner we came to an open plan ablutions area, with showers, baths, basins and toilet cubicles to the side. I assumed it was for the women to use as the walls were pink and there were items of women's underwear hanging off a shower rail. There was a similar blue-painted area just a few steps away.

Last came the garden, which was split into two distinct areas, one for produce and the other for recreation. "That's about it for now," Bridget announced. "Let's go and fetch your belongings."

We collected all my stuff and I spent the rest of the afternoon arranging everything in my pod. By the time I was finished it looked far more homely.

Then Bridget called me to dinner in the refectory with the others. She brought with her one of the smocks for me to wear.

"I thought light blue would suit your colouring," she told me. "Try it on ... I can get you another if you'd like." To my surprise it didn't look too bad.

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?"