The Greatest Lie Part 7

We overslept and had to shower together to save time. Then we helped each other blow out our hair and with make up; the driver was to bring our clothing for the trip, so we breakfasted in bathrobes. A limo arrived for us at 11:00 a.m. The driver knocked on the door and silently handed us our wardrobe and what was marked as "The Slaves Payment: a stack of Franklins in a wax sealed envelope. We were given white lace panties and bras, a silky white nightie that barely covered our butts, and a long, closed cape of white linen, white pumps, and shiny wrist and ankle bracelets. We looked like the Vestal Virgins of Ancient Rome.

We got into the back of the limo, and the door auto locked as it slammed shut. The driver put the car in gear and I then notice that facing us was a masked and hooded figure. "Give me your hands," he ordered, and then slipped a lock over the two bracelets that adorned my hands. "You too, slut," he ordered Tran, who meekly complied. "Now," he said, "for your first lesson." He slapped each of us in the face. "Answer me, or any other master, Yes, master whenever we deign to command you." "Yes master," we both responded. "That’s better. We don’t like to inflict pain, unnecessarily. We prefer to reserve it for ritual purposes. Now, our purpose here, is to restore you to your virginal states so that you can be deflowered properly. We know you have let your bodies be used for sinful pleasure and profit, and for this you must be punished and redeemed. Only then will you be worthy of being fucked by the members of our Order."

I decided that the best thing to do was play along. "We want to be made worthy of your rituals. We want to be purified in accordance with your rules and we bow to your methods."

Tran got the idea. "I want you to make me virgin again. I am sorry for all of my past bad behavior."

And so it went. Our master was satisfied with our sincerity and let us ponder our fates in silence as we road through icy fields to a remote estate.