My sister, Lisa, was abducted from our home and taken to a small island off the coast several years ago. A cult group called the Ministry held her in their camp, along with others. Me and my mother (Ashley) had uncovered this information from an unknown source after all these years of running around in circles and decided to follow up on it.
Once we arrived, we were greeted by men in brown robes who assumed we were newly assigned citizens. We were given keys to a room and told to head to the main building called Agron, which lay beyond the woods.
This is where our story begins.
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A brown robed guard by the entrance of the building stopped us and then turned to me as if I was on my own. He was hooded and I could not see his face, only his mouth. From what little our source had revealed, the brown robes that wore hoods, were grunts and those who were not hooded, like me and mom, were students. We were fortunate not to be questioned on the beach on our way here, and now this one man was between us and progress into our search for Lisa. He advanced forward imposingly and uttered some unexpected dialogue.
"Step back." He ordered.
I obeyed, hearing the gravel based path crunch as I retreated nearly tripping myself up. He was going to ask me for some ID or a secret password, or handshake. I knew the gig.
He approached my mother and patted her down instead. She was strong and ready for anything, even a good thorough body search by a man who probably once worked in airport security. But he had the authority to exercise further examinations as was becoming readily apparent.
The man asked Ashley (my mother) if she was prepped, but she was not sure what he meant.
"Was you not briefed?" He asked perplexed, his gap tooth widening.
"Yes I was." She replied unconvincingly.
I could feel panic starting to creep in and considered plan B which involved hitting him over the head with something. Where were stray garden gnomes when you needed them?
The man squatted and brought his hand up to the slit in her robe, where her crotch was. He parted it to observe for himself. When we were issued with these robes, we had to quickly remove everything else. My mother stood looking at me as the man opened the robe further to get a good look at my mother's vagina. Because I had her attention I could only imagine what the guard was seeing himself. It was an awkward moment but if he enjoyed it he showed little or no reaction.
''This display is unacceptable. All females must prep. Understood?" He ordered.
Ashley nodded and instinctively opened up her legs a little when she saw him leaning his face in closer. His nose disappeared inside her pubes and he then took in a deep breath. I was also able to sneak a glance towards her snatch myself, with her being somewhat distracted by the guard. I wasn't sure what to make of a stranger sniffing my mother's pussy in public view, though no one was around but me. After a few deep inhalations he closed the robe and stood up slightly imbalanced. He gathered himself and then passed me something from his pocket. A razor blade.
"Shave your cougar in the Clurn." He passed me a brown bar in a plastic wrapping. "Use this to wax her for next time -- her hair will not grow as quickly, understood?"
"Erm, sure." I replied, glad that he hadn't opened my robe and inspected me.
Sometimes, under pressure, there was a tendency to act in order to prevent hesitation, and my act towards the guard was to offer him a Chinese farewell. Still, he acknowledged me with a nod and returned to his post. I led Ashley by the hand along the specified path off the gravel and onto grass. There was a narrow side alleyway that took us out to an open area with a series of neatly arranged Clurns in measured rows and columns. Each one was a clone of the other; a square marble structure with a low ceiling. We entered one, and Inside, It had white tiles all around and water running in narrow channels along the edges. Small wooden stools were littered around probably no taller than a foot in height, with bars of soap nearby. It was a simple wash room that smelled of old towels. Mum chewed on her lower lip and wrapped her hands over mine, coming away with the blade.
"I don't want any visitors." she said implying I guarded the purpose built room.
Ashley adjusted the hood of my robe gave my neck a good strong upward stroke which she normally did when we were about to part. Her thumb would normally be erect and teasing the side of my chin. I used to hate the way her fingernails trailed behind on my sensitive neck but now I always got this swirling sensation under my chin that I welcomed. I left her to her devices as her touch was the physical signal to scramble. If I had asked to stay she would have returned with a motherly suggestion that I watch for company outside. Having nothing on underneath these brown robes was liberating enough but it was a bit weird around my mum, who was not only naked herself but she would shortly be sporting a new hairless look down below. I imagined she would struggle with the ass hair. That would be interesting to watch, but I settled for visualizing it instead.
Outside was pretty vacant of life. The grass here was red and its color had stained the base of the outer walls along each clurn. There must have been hooded robes who maintained all of this. Maybe they only came out at night.
I felt physically deflated after a while. After all, there were limits to how long I could stick my chest out like that buck-toothed guard. I had a decent enough physique but that was not matched by my energy levels. I wasn't sure why the Ministry disliked pubic hair, but it would have been useful to have read their entry guidelines. For some reason our source appeared to miss out on telling us about it. He said he wasn't a member of the organization, more like an outside agent who provided them with a service. He did not divulge us with the details, said he was only helping us because he knew about Lisa. We wanted to meet him but he only spoke to us through letters hand delivered by the local priest. My mother saw it as a divine message and the priest as the emissary of the lord and although I had never been religious, I saw no reason for the father to fabricate a letter. He explained that he swore to protect the identity of the source although also explained that the source himself was not entirely without fear. He had coded his message to reveal hidden clues as to his identity but me and mum were yet to figure it out.
I sighed and felt two light hands squeeze my love handles. The warm layer of my mother's body pressed up against my back as she kissed the slope of my neck with her clammy lips. I almost failed to notice her slip the wet razor blade back into my pocket. I was excited, thinking a kiss like that could make you forget anything. She rested her chin on my shoulder and scanned the scene ahead without much urgency. I could feel her breasts mashed against my shoulder blades but not her pussy. I wanted her pussy.
