The Order
by John Waledich
Copyright reserved 2003

Chapter One: The evening of May 15th 2000

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Synopsis: A young man and his willing girlfriend become entangled in a sexual order of initiates and acolytes, influenced by the seminal French book Story of O. But to become full members of the order the couple have to pass an initiation weekend, and then a series of BDSM tests, that will put their sexuality and their relationship under extreme strain. The stories progresses from a straightforward orgy (in part one) to a sequence of increasingly violent and humiliating experiences, as the limits of endurance and eroticism are tested.

The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment and 
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All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to 
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not
condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this
story, some of which are dangerous or illegal. He does not condone 
actual violence against women or men, or non consensual sex. 
These stories are a sexual fantasy, nothing more.

If you want to read parts two and three, or read other stories by David Waledich then either go via FTP to ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/waledich  or via the web to http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/waledich ASSTR Authors Corner. There is plenty more to choose from.

The first time I heard the words “The Order” I thought it was some kind of joke. It was after several drinks with an old friend of mine who had always been interested in sex. Well, all men are interested in sex, but he was more like a specialist in it. I knew that he had done it with lots of people at once, although he shied away from using the old fashioned word “orgy” because it summoned up images of Romans in togas. We had often talked about group sex, and he had occasionally inferred that it went on more than people knew, and indeed that he knew when and where. This was something he did, and not something I imagined that I would ever do -- much as I loved hearing about it. However this particular evening, spurred on by drink, I went a bit further. I mentioned casually that my girlfriend Joanna was quite keen on the idea of group sex, and his eyes suddenly fixed mine with an intent stare. He said that he could introduce me to some people. And that was when he mentioned The Order.
Now I should say a word or two about Joanna. By May 2000 we had been going out for about a year and a half. We had met through friends at work, and the one night stand turned into lots of others when we realised how sexually compatible we were. It wasn’t just that we liked doing it together, it was that we both like fantasising about it whilst doing it. In short, we would often tell one another our fantasies whilst fucking, fantasies which often involved other people joining in with us, and in her case often revolved around being fucked by several men at once. Not people we knew, or at least not usually (although sometimes she did regale me with her fantasies about shagging someone I had met); no, it was usually faceless people, men she had never met before. It turned me on to hear her talking about it, so I encouraged her by dreaming up lurid stories of wild gang bangs, where she would have the benefit of man after man after man. Latterly, at her insistence, she had got into us acting out some of these fantasies together. I would tie her down to the bed or to a chair, blindfold her and then repeatedly mount her, alternating between mouth and cunt, so that in the darkness of her mind she could imagine it being different men, taking turns in her. She especially liked me to support my weight on my arms, so that she could feel very little of my body against hers, just the pistoning of my cock in and out of her crotch, my groin banging and grinding against her pubic bone until she came, submerged in hallucinogenic thoughts of an endless succession of anonymous cocks. I enjoyed it - which man wouldn't? She was hungry for sex, but eventually the hunger become more. Her interest in group sex became an obsession, and she hardly ever came any more unless one of us was recounting a fantasy gang bang story. So one night, whilst fucking her, I told her about my drunken conversation with my old friend. I then extrapolated a story about both of us attending one of these orgies together,  and very soon she came with more than usual vigour. Once she had recovered she immediately asked if I had been telling the truth. When I admitted that I had she demanded that I should find out more about these parties. I must admit was a bit taken aback by her enthusiasm. She obviously wanted it to be more than just a fantasy.
So that was how I raised it with him. He seemed delighted to help, and with the same fluent ease of a local luminary saying that he would smooth your way into the rotary club, he said that he would arrange for me to attend one of the meetings of The Order and see what I thought. I tried to get him to elaborate on what it was, but he just said something about it being a group of people dedicated to sex. Apparently you went through some kind of training initiation period, where you proved yourself by having sex with lots of people, and then you became a full member of the order and could have sex with other members pretty much whenever you wanted. It was like a big swinging circle of like-minded people. It made it sound quite friendly, a bit like a suburban book club or evening class. I was to find out that it was anything but friendly. 
A few days later he rang up and  invited me and Joanna to what he called a dinner, at a friend’s house. It was an opportunity to see some of the benefits of membership of the order. After the meal all the waiters and waitresses would perform a sex show in front of us, and that the dinner guests could, if they felt so inclined, join in. Or not as you felt at the time. Sometimes he said these dinners ended up as a huge orgy, and sometimes they remained more like a spectator sport. It all depended on the guests, and how involved they wanted to get. A white card invitation with embossed lettering came through the post, and it was there that I first saw the words The Order, in their old fashioned typeface, followed by a strangely occult-looking logo of a flying bird with a metal ring and chain attached to its ankle. I didn't know what it meant, but I would find out over the next year. Joanna was feverishly excited, and we had several magnificent sex sessions in the week before, built around fantasising about what would happen at the end of the meal. 
I confess to being somewhat nervous when the evening arrived, and following the instructions on the invitation we dressed in black tie and ballgown respectively. I felt apprehensive because as I saw Joanna putting on her ballgown, arranging the cleavage of her white breasts under the plunging neckline, and carefully applying her make-up and scent, I felt a pang of pride that she was mine, and a surge of jealousy at the thought of someone else, another man, really having sex with her. Confronting the idea in reality, away from the safe dark glow of fantasy, it was suddenly more frightening, perhaps even repulsive. 
The dinner  was in a big dining room in a house in Hampstead, and the meal and the service was what you would expect from up-market outside-caterers. There were six couples, excluding ourselves, one of which was my friend and his wife; and two single men. The guest’s ages ranged from late twenties to mid forties. There were four waitresses and two waiters, all smartly dressed in white shirts and black trousers or skirts. Joanna and I had been imagining all sorts of peculiar things, like French maids costumes, or the waiting staff serving all the food whilst naked from the waist down. But not a bit of it. The service was efficient, the conversation was dull but worthy, and a more ordinary group of people I could scarcely imagine. Joanna and I looked at one another at one point and I could see that we were both thinking the same thing: had we been the victims of an elaborate practical joke on the part of my old friend? 
It was only when coffee was served that the first strange thing happened. A small sheet of paper was given to each guest, with a list of six numbers. At that point I realised that each of the waiters and waitresses had a small badge with a number pinned to their shirts. My old friend was sitting on Joanna's other side and I saw him lean over and whispered something in her ear. "What did he say"? I asked her. She glanced at me, slightly flushed, a mixture of blushing and excitement. "We have to vote for how they have sex together." The staff had lined up at one end of the table, hands clasped modestly in front of them, looking down at their feet. Everyone at the table looked them up and down and wrote on the sheets. It was like a slightly surreal form of bingo. I was in such a blur that I could hardly think, and jotted down numbers almost randomly, although I remember deciding that the pretty redhead might look rather nice engaged in a bit of lesbian sex with the brunette, so marked the sheet accordingly. The sheets were collected by one of the girls and taken up to the head of the table where the host quietly added up the votes. 
An expectant hush settled over the table and the occasional clink of coffee cups and liqueur glasses seemed unnaturally loud. Eventually his voice rang out "number three with number one". Instantly the girl marked number three knelt down in front of the man at number one, unzipped his black trousers and took out his cock. I glimpsed it flop out, semi-hard, and loll against his leg before she scooped it up in her long fingers and took it into her mouth. "Number four with number six." Two girls. The first named was obviously meant to dominate, because number four quickly unzipped her skirt, dropped it to the ground and revealed that she was naked beneath it. For a moment I could clearly see the jet black triangle of her pubes, in sharp relief against the V of her white thighs, then number six was on her knees in front of her and her blonde hair blocked my view of the other girl's cunt. I glanced round at Joanna at my side, but her eyes were fixed unblinkingly on what was happening at the end of the table, almost trance-like. The whole table was silent, rapt with excitement. The last two were called and number two (the redhead I had spotted earlier) knelt at the feet of man number five and started to give him the most vigorous blow job I had ever seen. Suddenly with an almost electric jolt I felt Joanna's hand stray onto my thigh and slip over onto my crotch, expertly seeking out where my cock was already starting to uncoil and stiffen under the fabric. I jumped and glanced round the rest of the table. One of the women opposite clearly already had her hand down the front of her partner's trousers. The table concealed his cock, but there was no doubt as to the up and down movement of her arm, pale and naked in her sleeveless dinner gown.  For his part his eyes were fixed on the sex going on at the other end of the room. I glanced up the table at my old friend and was shocked, I confess it, to see his long white cock already standing up completely bare and proud out of his flies, his wife's hand folded tightly round it and working it very softly up and down. Not to be out done, I guided Joanna's hand to the top of my trousers. Without hesitation she pulled the zip down, reached in and fished my hot cock out with her cool fingers. 
At the other end of the table things had deteriorated fast. The number three was bent over the end of the table, whilst number one fucked her vigorously from behind, his face a mask of concentration as he gazed down at his cock appearing and disappearing out of her rear. The two lesbians were starting a sixty nine on the sofa, and as my cock twitched with excitement in Joanna's tight hand I saw number five withdraw his glistening cock from the redhead's mouth, step over to the lesbians and slide straight into the proffered rear of the girl on top. For the first time I heard a voice: one of the single men said very quietly "Not in there number five. In her ass." His soft voice had the tone of a man who was used to issuing commands and having them obeyed. Wordlessly the waiter drew his length back out of her cunt, pulled one buttock hard to the side with one hand, and with the other fed his cock into her open bottom. The girl cried out with the sudden sharp pain of it going past her sphincter, but the girl underneath wrapped her arms round her hips and held her firmly inn place. Inch by inch number five's cock disappeared into her rear. As he jerked the last inch up, her back arched and she rose up in a spasm. He put his hand on the back of her head and pushed it back down between the other girl's spread legs. After a moment I heard her lapping again at the girl's cunt, and he commenced fucking in and out of her asshole. I looked round at Joanna but she was facing away from me. She was looking down at her other hand, which was wrapped round my friend's upright cock. She had fulfilled one of her simplest fantasies, to have a hard cock in each hand. I had a feeling that she wasn’t going to stop there.
Already one of the other women guests was out of her chair and lifting up her own ballgown. She lay back on the dinner table and spread her long white thighs apart. She held her legs up in the air with her hands, whilst a man, who wasn’t the man she arrived with, fumbled to push his cock up her passage. Her head rolled back onto the table, gazing up at the ceiling with a look of drunken ecstasy. My friend wasted no time in climbing onto the table, kneeling astride her face and sticking his cock straight down into her open mouth. I had a really clear view of his balls hanging down, dangling between his thighs, and his cock shaft going into her mouth, ringed by her painted red lips. Taking her cue from the woman on the table Joanna let go of my cock and stood up. I stood with her and she turned and kissed me full on the mouth, her wet tongue sliding quickly in and searching for mine. My balls boiled with a desire to be sheathed inside her, and sure enough she was pulling up her ballgown skirt. She pulled away from me, turned round and bent across the table, lifting her skirt well up over her hips. I needed no encouragement, but pulled her knickers to one side and sheathed myself right to the root in her cunt. It was then that I saw her reach for the man on the other side of the table. He was one of the two single men, and had been playing with his own cock whilst watching events develop. Now she lay down flat on the tabletop, took his long white cock into her hand and slipped it into her mouth. I felt a strange discomfort deep in my stomach, as I watched her bobbing her head back and forth along this unknown man’s cock. This was what she had wanted, and it was something I had fantasised about watching, but it still felt strange. For a moment I felt myself start to slip and go limp inside her, so I quickly looked away and up the table at the others. Several of the guests had now gone over and started mounting the waitresses, most of whom still had their black skirts on, well rolled up around their hips. One of the female guests was on the sofa riding the cock of the first waiter, and as I watched another man stepped up behind her and guided his cock between her gaping buttocks. From where I was I could hear her cry out as the second went into her, and within moments she was fully sandwiched between the two men, one up her rear and one up her ass. Seeing that happen, my cock became as rigid as could be in Joanna’s deliciously hot cunt, and when I looked back at the man in her mouth this time I just saw an attractive blonde woman with her mouth around a cock. It was no longer her, it was just sex. When he left her to go and join in with the orgy at the end of the room, another man took his place in her mouth, and I was proud to notice that I didn’t even miss a beat in my fucking of her rear. 
For a while I just gazed around the room, the wine swilling round in my head, my eyes blurred with sex, watching everything that happened whilst relishing the soft wetness that gripped my cock. People swapped and moved on, sometimes staying in small groups, sometimes being in one place then another. There was hardly any talk, just the concentrated grunting of the man, the occasional high pitched cry of a woman nearing orgasm, and the slapping and slurping of fucking and sucking. One of the last things I remember was my best friend’s wife coming away from a man who had just come in her mouth, leaving his drooping cock still dripping white fluid, and then kneeling down in front of Joanna and kissing her full on the mouth. I could see their lips and mouths moving together, greased with thick oily spunk, two women snogging one another, and that moment pushed me over the edge and I came, my whole brain seeming to explode as I pumped shot after shot of my own seething come into her open rear. I remember my body jerking spasmodically, racked with each pump of my orgasm. When I opened my dazed eyes and saw that Joanna still kissing her, the excitement was such that I thought I was going to come a second time. I hammered a few more times up her, spreading my sperm up and down her passage, and then finally my orgasm subsided.
“Don’t monopolise such a beautiful arse” I heard a voice behind me say. “Can anyone have a go?” I looked round and saw one of the husband guests. I think it was his wife I had seen getting the sandwich earlier. My mind went blank and I stared at him like an idiot. At that moment I heard Joanna’s voice, as though a hundred miles away, saying “Of course, anyone can have a go.” I looked round at her, shocked, and saw her pretty face turned to smile at the other man, her eyes wide and inviting. I turned away, still reeling, my cock now soft slipping out of her insides, sticky and drooping. Within a moment he had stepped up to her and pushed his erection straight into her cunt, where only seconds before I had emptied my balls. Joanna’s back arched and I heard her cry out with pleasure. He groaned with delight and muttered something about her being a wet one. I thought to myself that it was my come that he was fucking inside her. I just stood there, as though frozen to the spot, my cock hanging down from my trousers, watching another man fucking back and forth in my girlfriend’s rear. I was numb, still dazed from my orgasm, but just starting to go into a bad trip of jealousy. 
Fortunately at that very moment I felt my old friend’s hand on my shoulder. “Come and meet a friend of mine” I heard him say, and almost catatonically I followed him across the room. “Come here number two.” At his command the redhead got up from where she was riding on the cock of one of the waiters and turned with a smile. “My friend needs cleaning up.” Without a second’s hesitation she dropped to her knees and absorbed my flaccid cock into her mouth, sucking it clean of its coating of sperm and vaginal juices. I looked down at her and she looked up at me with big smiling eyes, and I felt my cock start to stir under her excellent sucking technique. “I thought you needed distracting” he said, and was gone. I felt weak and sank into an armchair. Without missing a beat she turned with me, crouched at my feet and dedicated the whole of her attention to kissing and stroking my cock into life. My old friend returned with a large glass of brandy. “It’s always a shock” he said “the first time you see your own girl get fucked. But you get used to it.” 
I gratefully downed the brandy, feeling it scorch my throat, and then he was gone again. I looked for Joanna, but couldn’t see her anymore across the table, so I decided to concentrate on the pretty redhead at my feet. It would serve my sluttish girlfriend right if she came back and got jealous. Feeling myself starting to stiffen at the thought, I gently pushed the redhead face down on the carpet, climbed on top of her and guided myself up between the backs of her smooth legs. She arched her pubes up to meet, and in seconds I was gliding up her cunt. I fucked her for several minutes, thrusting against her cold soft buttocks, hardening inside her. Once, when I moved to thrust at a slightly different angle, I shifted on her and exposed a small red mark, the size of ten pence piece. It was on the side of her buttock, quite high up, near her hip. It was the same image I had seen on the invitation: a small bird with a chain on its leg. At first I thought it was a tattoo. Then I realised that it was a scar, a burn mark. This girl had been branded. My mind reeling I went back to fucking her, wondering what I had got myself into.
After a few more minutes she turned her head towards me. I tried to kiss her, thinking that was what she wanted, but she pulled away. Then she said “You can put it in my bottom if you want.” I had so rarely ever got to fuck a girl’s ass that my cock instantly twitched inside her. “Go on” she said, so I withdrew, slid it up her bum crack and pressed down against her asshole. She pushed her bottom back against me and took every inch of it without making the slightest noise. Her ass clenched my shaft like a molten hand, tugging and pulling as I fucked into her, the sweat running from my face and dripping onto her naked back. “I thought you’d like her” said my old friend as he crouched down in front of her, lifted her head by the hair and pushed his cock into her throat. He sat back on his heels and drew distantly on a huge joint whilst her red head bobbed up and down in his lap. “Enjoying the evening?” he asked, as though it was nothing more than a few round of Trivial Pursuit. “Fantastic” was all that I could think of saying as I ground my cock into the redhead’s tight ass. “You know if you joined the order, you and Joanna, you could have this girl here as often as you liked. Or another like her. If you got through the initiation and acolyte’s training of course. We’ll talk about it sometime.” I remember dazedly agreeing that we should talk about it.
He gave me several drags on the joint before he left, and my recollections of the evening got even more hazy. I don’t think I came in the redhead, but I remember being joined by another woman who wanted me to play with her breasts, and then ended up having her bouncing up and down on my cock whilst she kissed the redhead on the mouth. It was at that point that I remember looking round the room for Joanna and seeing her lying on her back on the sofa with one man in her cunt, and another squatted over her face, drilling his cock in and out from above. Actually the only reason I recognised that it was her was because of the dress, because I couldn’t see her face. And at that moment I came in the woman on my cock. I know that because I remember her getting off and going down on me to suck it clean. A moment or so later Joanna came staggering over towards me, smoothing her dress back down. “I think it’s time to leave, darling” she said, in her sing-song voice. And sure enough most men had come, the women were straightening their clothes, and the evening had apparently run its course. Some of the waitresses had reverted to clearing up the tables, as though absolutely nothing had happened, and some of the couples were disappearing out the door towards the hallway and the street. Time had lost all meaning to me, but I later discovered it was twelve thirty and we had been fucking for nearly an hour and a half.
Joanna and I sat in the cab in total silence, the weird knowledge of what we had seen and done together washing around between us. I know that we didn’t want to talk about it, in case the taxi driver heard, but about half way through the journey Joanna reached over and took my hand and squeezed it tight. She looked tired, but excited, gazing out at the passing city streets with burning eyes. I felt a weary lassitude creep across all my bones, as my brain desperately tried to process all that I had seen and experienced. That night we were too exhausted to have sex again and fell quickly asleep, naked in one another’s arms. 
But if I thought that the evening would be a cathartic release for Joanna I was very wrong indeed. I was hardly awake the following morning when she rolled on top of me, rubbing her hard naked body up against mine. In a voice thick with passion she said that she had been awake for the last hour, playing with herself, thinking about what had happened the previous night. I was too sleepy to talk so she knelt astride my face and ground her sticky wet crotch into my mouth. Obediently I pushed my tongue up the folds of her labia and started licking her out. As I did so I thought that some of the hot wetness in there had belonged to other men. I didn’t know whether anyone else had come in her, but I felt sure that she wouldn’t have stopped them if they had. Sperm welled down out of her pink slit and into my sucking mouth. Was it mine, or another man’s? And would I ever ask? In my mind I could see that other man pushing it up her, and the noise she made when it went in. I tried to think of other things, like the redhead underneath me, or watching the guest get fucked from both ends, but the image of his hard cock sliding into her kept coming back to me.
When she came back down and kissed me, easing my hard cock up into her loins, she wanted to talk. She lay on top of me, and whilst she milked my cock with her vice-like cunt, she whispered excitedly in my ear about how much she would have liked to have been one of the waitresses, at the command of the others, and obliged to perform or submit to whatever she was instructed. How exciting it would be to be ordered around, just like my friend had ordered the redhead. Ordered to suck, or fuck, or take it up the ass. By any number of men, any number of times…
As her fantasy came to its climax, and she came on my cock, little did I realise that this was not fantasy: this was a manifesto.

End of part one