Chelsea\'s F. N. P. C.

CHELSEA’S  F. N. P. C.

 

By. Charles E. Campbell

 

 

 

CHAPTER 4

 

CHELSEA CASTS A WIDER NET

 

 

 

 

 

With college looming on the not too distant horizon for me, Chelsea had perceived a very real threat to the existence of Her cult. She knew that it would soon be disbanding due to attrition, first mine in about ten months, and then Blair, Lauren, and even Chelsea a year later. She resolved to push the envelope even further and test our individual and collective resolve. She might not be able to keep the group together, but she could weld the common bond we would come to share all our lives even tighter.

 

Her first steps were to once again institute new rules for us to follow. The first was that whenever we were in school, we had to make sure we used the girl’s room at least once during the day. We had to enter the stall, leaving the door open, and then completely disrobe. Only when we were naked could we sit on the toilet. The use of toilet paper when we urinated was denied as well, although She did deign to allow it’s use when we defecated. We had to make ourselves cum after peeing, and were not allowed to wash our hands afterward. When all this had been accomplished, we were allowed to get dressed again, with the stall door still open, and then return to class.

 

A second, and much more invasive rule, was enacted, which required each of us to wear a butt plug in school every day for a minimum of three hours. Each of us was required to show it to Chelsea before school started, and again whenever She wished to check up on us. It was always Chelsea’s decision as to the length and thickness of the plug we would wear for that week.

 

One Friday afternoon, Chelsea informed us by text message that the weekly meeting would be held at Anastasia’s house, not at Her’s. We had never before met anywhere except at Chelsea’s house. The sole exception to that was our two retreats to my parents place in New Hampshire. We were all more than a little nervous about the proposed change of venue, but Anastasia texted us saying that her parents were going away on a business trip for the weekend and that only her older college age brother would be home. She quickly added that the two of them had come to an agreement on their plans for the weekend. He promised to stay out of the house until after midnight on Friday night if she would sleep over at a friend’s house on Saturday, leaving the house to his girlfriend and himself.

I didn’t piece it all together and fully understand Chelsea’s plan until a few weeks after our meeting at Anastasia’s.

 

Anastasia lived in a modest two story house on a stereotypical 40 x 100 lot. Each house separated by a driveway leading to the one car detached garage. Each house built the same way, the only variants being bowed or bay window, front door arched or square cut. Over the sixty years since they were built, the various owners went for whatever individuality they could afford: aluminum siding, shutters, enclosing the front porch, different color roof, paint, etc.

 

Anastasia’s bedroom was on the second floor, back right corner, and it looked across the neighbor’s driveway to the back left corner bedroom of that house. Exactly. The two windows lined up straight at each other, separated by about fifteen feet. Her tiny bedroom was just under 9 x 10. Her brother’s bedroom was the same size as her’s, but on the left side of the house. Her parent’s “master” bedroom covered most of the front of the house, allowing for the small bathroom they all shared.

 

The bedroom across the driveway from Anastasia was occupied by a nerdy sophomore at school. Jeremy Steinhaus. Long stringy greasy hair, coke bottle plastic glasses, pimply faced Jeremy. Left back in school in sixth or seventh grade. He had exactly two friends, another sophomore, Kenny Francis, a fat tub of lard, at least seventy pounds overweight,  and a real dork freshman, Larry Levine, as pencil thin as Francis was fat.

 

They all hung out together playing video games and fantasy role playing games on their computers. Decent students to be sure, but this trio was a bully’s wet dream. Targets of much harassment and cruelty, both physical and verbal, although in the post Columbine school environment, the physical cruelty was much curtailed.

 

Anastasia had window shades and curtains which she always kept tightly closed. She had caught Jeremy trying to spy on her from his window one night, and she was repulsed that he had actually seen her naked breasts before she saw him and yanked the shade down. Periodically she would peak under her shade to see if he was still peeping, hopping for another show, and several times she saw him and his geeky friends waiting patiently, hoping for a peak at her.

 

We were all aware of these events, because Anastasia had told us about it over a month ago.  A few weeks after she revealed this to us, during a TorD, Anastasia accepted a dare from Chelsea. She dared her to leave the lights on in her bedroom and keep the window shade up and the curtains pulled back. She was to keep the lights on whenever she was in the room, and she couldn’t turn them off until she went to bed.

 

There was total silence as Chelsea declared Her dare. We all were secretly frightened for Anastasia, and wondered if she would be the first among us to renege on a Dare. She just hung. her head low in defeat, the ramifications of the Dare hitting her, as she asked, “S.....sssssstarting when, Priestess?”

 

“Tonight is too late, so you will begin tomorrow.”

Anastasia was really quiet for the rest of that meeting, just sort of going through the motions with the rest of us.

 

At the meeting the following Friday, Chelsea asked Anastasia about the dare.

 

“It was really spooky,” she began. “I went up to my room Saturday night about 10:15 and I turned on the lights. When I opened the curtains and pulled up the shade, I thought I saw the three of them peaking under the drawn shade in Jeremy’s room. It was like as if they knew I would be there. I watched a little tv, emailed some friends, but I always felt like they were watching me.

 

“About 11:30, I got undressed. I put on my bathrobe before I went to the bathroom. When I got back, I took off the robe and stood there for a few seconds trying to see if I could see them under Jeremy’s shade. Then I turned off the lights and went to bed. I’ve never felt so naked and exposed in my whole life! Ever!

 

“Sunday night I saw some movement in Jeremy’s room again. But I think he was alone this time. Same thing Monday and Tuesday nights. Wednesday night he had his shade all the way up, but his room was dark. I though I saw Larry in there with him, but I’m not sure. Last night the three were there for sure, because I saw each of them.”

 

“I’m proud of you, Anastasia. Very proud!,” Chelsea lauded her. “I wonder how many of you sisters could do what your brave Sister  has done for TorD?”

 

Two weeks later, Anastasia accepted another dare from Chelsea. This time she was dared ro strip naked the minute she went into her room, and she was to remain naked the whole time she was in the room. She could use her robe to go to the bathroom, but that was all. And to add to her humiliation, Chelsea told her that on Monday night, she was to play with herself, while facing the window. No covers, legs wide open.

 

“OhmyGod! Oh please, Priestess,” Anastasia begged pitifully. “Please, no. Don’t make me do that. Please. I can’t!”

 

“Are you reneging on a TorD, Sister,” Chelsea asked angrily?

 

All of our eyes were upon the sobbing girl. No one had ever challenged a TorD before. No one. Ever.  Each and every one of us had always accepted our place in the circle and knew what it meant.

 

Chelsea reached out and took Anastasia’s hand in Her’s as she quietly asked, “Do you wish to be exiled from the Cult?”

 

“Oh no, Chelsea. Please. Not that! No, please. I.....I..I’ll d....do what You ask. I swear. I will do it. I’m.....I’m so sorry. I......I’m ......, it’s just that I’m sc.....scared. That’s all. Please. I beg You, please forgive me.”

“Sisters,” Chelsea said, rising from Her seat. Keeping a tight grip on the girl’s hand and never removing her eyes from Anastasia’s, “Do we accept our Sister’s apology?”

 

“Yes, Priestess. We accept her apology,” we intoned in unison.

 

“Very well. The Cult has spoken, and their wish is unanimous. Sister Anastasia, you are forgiven. But, there will be a penalty for questioning the Dare.”

 

“Anything, Priestess, anything! I will accept my punishment gratefully. Willingly. Thank You for giving me a second chance.”

 

Chelsea just nodded, and then She added, “You are to pleasure yourself each night this week, not just Monday night. And, in addition, you are to have a Lesbian porn site clearly visible on your computer screen while you play with yourself.”

 

Anastasia had a sickening lump in her stomach, but she held fast her tongue. “Y....yes, Priestess. I will accept and carry out Your Dare.”

 

“I’m pleased that you have seen the error of your ways, Sister. You will begin tonight.”

 

When Anastasia got home, she told her parents that she was tired and headed off to her room. Stepping in, she shut the door and turned on the desk lamp and overhead light. As she got undressed, she stole a glance through her window, and she saw Jeremy, Larry, and Kenny, all sitting together on his bed. The window shade in his room was all the way up, and the lights were on in the room as well. This was no longer a peep show display. This was open. Everyone knew what was going on.

 

Anastasia booted up her computer, and donning her bathrobe, she went off to the bathroom. When she got back, she hung up her robe and sat at the keyboard, turning the monitor so it faced the window. She pulled up a Lesbian site which had a lot of BDSM overtones in it. A Domme was using a strap on the well rounded ass of a busty woman trussed in ropes, deep welts covered the jiggling globes as they bounced obscenely with each stroke, her breasts bound so tightly that they had turned a deep bluish purple.

 

Anastasia was wet. Soaking, actually was more accurate. But she was confused as to what was the cause? The porn site, or knowing that the three boys were watching her. She got up from the computer and faced the window. Spreading her legs so the disk and chain hanging from her labia was clear for them, she played with herself until she came, ( it took less than a minute). Quickly, she turned off the lights and dove under the covers.

 

Saturday night was an exact replica of Friday night, with the three boys ogling her during the free show. Sunday night, much to her relief, no one seemed to be in then window. But on Monday she was mortified. Jeremy dat on his bed watching her show, and he was naked and jerking himself off as he watched her playing with herself. She couldn’t seem to take her eyes from the blurred pounding of his right hand on his hard cock. He came before she did, shooting gobs of thick strands of cum in wide arcs that splattered on his chest and stomach. A few of the thicker strands even reached as far as his chin, as his eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

 

He was obviously very embarrassed, and pulled his shade down before she came and closed up for the night.

 

The boys must have been very shy and self conscious, she reasoned, nothing like the Sisters, because Tuesday night it was Kenny who was alone and naked sitting on Jeremy’s bed, jerking his tiny little cock amid the rolls of fat that hung over it from his belly. Wednesday night it was Larry, and then Thursday was Jeremy again, only this time he jerked off very slowly. Savoring it. A wide perverted grin on his pimpled face as Anastasia watched him while she played with herself. He stroked himself very slowly and deliberately, proudly showing off his humorously stubby little cock, the head of it glistening with pre-cum.

 

Anastasia related all of this to us on Friday night, which was two weeks ago. That brings us up to the Friday night when our meeting was moved to Anastasia’s empty house. We followed our traditional routines downstairs before heading upstairs to Anastasia’s cramped little bedroom. I guess none of us was really shocked to see the three boys across the driveway sitting on Jeremy’s bed when the five naked F. N. P. C. Girls entered Anastasia’s room and turned on all the lights. Only Chelsea, of course, was clothed, but I’m sure the boys didn’t mind being treated to a bevy of hard bellies, taut asses, and perky breasts. Within fifteen minutes they had shed their own inhibitions along with their clothes and they began to stroked themselves as they watched and observed our rituals. The stamina of young boys in incredible. Each of them had bath towels with them in the ready as they came four or five times each.

 

We were embarrassed and ashamed like never before. When we had gotten dressed and were just about to disband to our respective homes, Lauren wondered aloud, “I’m glad they didn’t take picture of us! That would really suck!”

 

We all agreed with her, adding our own thoughts, until Chelsea interrupted us, “When I called Jeremy and offered you to them, I stipulated that as an unnegotiable requirement. No cell phones, no cameras, no videos.”

 

We were all in shock as we collectively came to the obvious conclusion as to why the boys always knew when Anastasia would be in her room, and when we would be there as well! Chelsea had orchestrated the whole thing!

 

“Next week,” She said as she left the house, “They will all be guests at My house on Friday night. I expect you all to be there half an hour earlier than usual. Some accommodations are in order!” All of us felt sick at Her words. Next Friday would be the worst day of our lives!

 

The following week, we had all convened at Chelsea’s. Over a dinner of Chinese foods, She laid out the evening for us all.

 

“Jeremy and his two friends will be here in about half an hour,” She began, stealing a glance at the clock on the mantle. “I have told them that they may do anything they wish with any of you, with the exception being no vaginal or anal penetration. Our pussies are sacred, and our asses are off limits! Anything else they desire is acceptable and fair game.

 

“I want you all to think of it as a TorD, where you have accepted a dare of making yourselves accessable to the boys for the evening. I expect that you will obey them as you would Me.

 

“I will be filming the events as they happen. This is both for our viewing pleasure later, as well as to give us some added protection and insurance.

 

“Any questions?”

 

We all remained silent. Never before had boys been permitted to enter our sacred circle. Chelsea was pushing us and tightening Her control over us at the same time. Sensing the girl’s fear, I stood from the table and announced, “I accept Your Dare, Priestess. I offer myself to You!”

 

Lauren stood up next to me and took my hand, adding, “As do I, Priestess.” Anastasia, Shaina,  and Blair took a bit longer before a slight rush of adrenalin quelled the butterflies that consumed their stomachs, but they stood as well, and pronounced their willingness to accept Chelsea’s Dare.

 

To our shock, Chelsea stood and slipped off her dress, standing naked in our presence. “Form the circle, Sisters,” She ordered. We formed our circle around Her, each one’s hand on the pussy to our right as we played with each other. Chelsea played with Herself in the middle of the circle, slowly turning so as to allow each of us to witness this rare display of open nakedness from our Priestess.

 

When it had ended, we had barely fifteen minutes to clean up the dining room and await the arrival of the nerdy trio. All of us were apprehensive about what we were about to do.

 

The ringing of the front doorbell startled us all. Shaina chirped out a high-pitched “Oh” in response. Chelsea sent me to open the door and admit our “guests.” “Welcome them politely,” She called out to me as I left the living room. 

 

I took a deep breath to calm myself and let the air out slowly before unlocking and opening the door as wide as it would go, allowing all three of them to drink in th sight of my nakedness. “Please come in. We are all so happy you could join us. I hope that you will all enjoy yourselves”,  I said, standing aside so they could enter the narrow vestibule and I could shut the door.

 

Jeremy came in first, his right hand stealing a glancing feel of my upper leg as he passed by me. Kenny and Larry followed him, but timidity prevented them from touching me as well, although Kenny large size made squeezing past me hard, and his arm did rub against my breasts as he wiggled past. I indicated that they were to go to the living room, where they were greeted by the spectacle of the F. N. P. C. Naked and awaiting their desires.

“Hello Jeremy,” Chelsea spoke, stepping forward and offering him Her hand to shake. “At long last we meet in person. I’m very pleased that you and your friends could join us tonight.

 

“As I told you on the phone, each of My girls is here to willingly provide you and your friends with any pleasure or entertainment they wish, in any manner they wish. There is to be, however, no fucking in the cunt or ass of any of My girls. Anything else you want, they will gladly do. Anything at all.

 

“Is that acceptable?”

 

“Hell yeah,” he half shouted in a voice that cracked in enthusiastic response. “That’s fucking fine with us, right guys?”

 

“Yeah, sure. You bet, Jer,” Kenny agreed. Larry stood slack jawed, ogling the exposed female flesh, bulges already straining his dirty blue jeans.

 

“I wanna blow job,” Larry blurted out, unable to contain himself.

 

“Me too,” Kenny agreed, his eagerness expressed in his bulging eyes.

 

“Of course,” Chelsea grinned”Which Sister do you want?”

 

“I want Lauren,” Larry jumped in.

 

“I’ll take her,” Kenny said, as he pointed at me.

 

“Sisters,” Chelsea said, extending her arm as if leading us. With her other hand, she retrieved a high quality compact video camera and began shooting.

 

I knelt down in front of Kenny’s fat belly and started to undo the buckle of his khaki green webbed Boy Scout belt. With the fat drooping over it the task was far more difficult than it should have been. His ill fitting K-Mart jeans were floods that ended a good two inches above his chubby ankles, and they slid right down, exposing a pair of Transformers briefs. Yellow stains splotched the front of the briefs. I know I was far more embarrassed by the briefs than I was by the fact that I was about to suck his cock.

 

Slipping my fingers into the sides of the childish underpants, I pulled them down around his ankles and looked at his penis. It was thin, and of average length, emerging from a matted nest of light brown curls. Taking the base of the hard shaft in my right hand, I closed my eyes and sucked the tip into my mouth. I tasted the salty drops of pre-cum as my tongue swirled around the slit.

 

While I didn’t have a whole lot of experience sucking cock, I obviously had more than he did. He just stood there, hands at his sides, head tilted back, eyes closed and mouth open, moaning. It was as if he was afraid to touch me. No hands in my hair, or behind my head. No thrusting of his hips or driving himself into my throat. He just remained stationary, letting me do all the work.

 

I took my time, or so I thought anyway. But still he didn’t last more than about fifteen seconds before he started to grunt as he came. It wasn’t a lot of cum. I thought he must jerk off a lot as I swallowed it. I stood up, leaving him to pull up the juvenile underwear and jeans himself. 

 

Larry had about the same staying power as his fat friend, because Lauren finished up with Larry just as I was standing up.

 

Jeremy wanted his turn next. “I’m gonna fuck that cunt in her face,” he said with much bravado, trying to sound menacing as he pointed at Anastasia. “That stuck up whore needs to gag on some cock!” He tore at his clothes tossing them haphazardly in a frenzy.

 

“Yeah, do her, Jer,” Larry jumped in enthusiastically. “Cum on her little titties!”

 

Anastasia looked both frightened and repulsed at the same time. After all, she had been living right next door to this cretin for the past eight years and had hardly ever even spoken to him. But with one look from Chelsea, she was kneeling before him and sucking his pathetic little pecker. Chelsea started alternating between her video camera, and a very high resolution digital still camera.

 

He had apparently watched some porn, because he grabbed fistfuls of her hair on either side of her head as he drove himself into her mouth, in a feeble attempt to make her choke on him. But he couldn’t have been more than two or three inches long, tops, so he never reached her gag reflex. But that didn’t stop his pathetic attempts at machismo. “Suck it, bitch! C’mon, whore, you know you love it. Suck my cock and drink my cum, pig! You stuck up slut!”. I wish your Mama could see you now, cunt! Naked and on your knees letting me fuck your face!”

 

He lasted longer than his pals, but only by about a minute, and he pulled out as he came, spilling himself on Anastasia’s tits. “You,” he pointed to Shaina, “Lick that shit off her boobies and then spit it in her mouth!”

 

“Yeah, Jer-man,” Kenny whooped with glee, fondling himself through his jeans to get hard again. “Whooo, whoo!”

 

Shaina crawled over to Anastasia and licked the thick stringy globs off her chest, holding it in her mouth as best as she could. Then she kissed Anastasia, tilting her head back, and dribbling the cum into her Sister’s accepting mouth. Anastasia closed her eyes and swallowed.

 

“Man that’s fucking hot,” Larry yelped, rubbing his cock through his painters shorts, keeping it at attention.

 

A heavy silence ensued. It seemed that since all three of them had cum, that they were at a loss as to what to do next. The silence was awkward, and it almost seemed that the trio might beat a hasty retreat for the door, until Chelsea offered, “ Blair, why don’t you show our guests the proper and accepted technique to pleasure a pussy?”

 

“As You wish, Priestess, Whom should I worship for You?”

 

“Hanna,” she announced, picking the video camera back up.

 

I got down on the floor, bent my knees up and spread my legs wide, giving everyone a clear unobstructed view of both of my holes. Blair laid on her belly on the floor between my open legs and buried her face into me. She instantly found my clit and waves of pleasure overtook me. I all but forgot the three geeks who were watching in total disbelief.

 

“Why don’t you two boys take off your clothes and get comfortable,” Chelsea suggested to Larry and Kenny. “I’ll bet those big cocks are stiff again and ready for action., They must be uncomfortable all hidden in your pants,” She added mockingly.

 

Larry and Kenny looked at each other and then at their naked friend and the naked Sisters, and shed their clothes. They started playing with themselves right away, stroking as they enjoyed the show Blair and I were putting on for their benefit.

 

“Man, I really dig that lezzie shit,” Jeremy said, “and this fucking cunt is really into it too!

 

“Hey bitch, kiss her on the mouth!”

 

Blair pushed up on her hands and knees and crawled on top of me. I opened my mouth wide as our lips met and our tongues searched our eager mouths, entwined. My hand found her wet pussy and I started probing and rubbing as we kissed. She followed my lead and did the same to me.

 

“Man, check that shit out,” Kenny cried out. “That’s fucking hot!

 

“Hey, how’s about we get Anastasia to suck that bitch’s asshole while the other two  french each other, huh?

 

“And you two,” he pointed at Lauren and and Shaina, “I want you two to diddle each other’s cunts and assholes and then lick it off!”

 

“Yeah, Jer,” Larry yelled, “This is fucking great!”

 

“You heard our guest, Sisters,” Chelsea admonished them for their hesitancy, but not stopping the video camera.

 

Anastasia got on her hands and knees behind Blair and stuck her face in deep between the firm rounded cheeks, seeking out the tight wrinkled hole with her tongue. Shaina and Lauren fingered each other in the pussy and ass and then licked their fingers and started anew.

 

“Man, this is far-fucking-out,” Larry said. “I’m gonna jerk off on her head so’s she’s got my cum in her hair!”

 

“Yeah, me too,” Kenny agreed eagerly.

 

The two boys stood on either side of Anastasia and yanked their peckers fast and hard. Kenny came first, leaning forward to rub his cock and cum into Anastasia’s hair. Larry came a moment later. Doing it the same way.

 

“Now she really looks like a pig slut whore,” Jeremy said. “I wanna piss on her!”

 

“Yeah, man. Let’s all piss on her. We can make the bitches piss on her too, while we watch ‘em,” Kenny suggested. “Then we can make her roll around in it on the floor and lick it up!”

 

“That sounds like fun, boys,” Chelsea commented calmly. “Let’s go into the kitchen so we don’t ruin the carpet, shall we?

 

“Anastasia, crawl,” Chelsea commanded!

 

We all watched as she crawled on her hands and knees to the kitchen. “Lookit those titties swingin’ like a cow,” Jeremy chided her. Then he got a brilliant idea. “Stop, bitch, “ he called out to her.

 

“Make a tunnel, guys. You cunts too! Let’s make her crawl through us and spank the shit out of her as she crawls to her own pissing!”

 

We all lined up, legs apart, a few feet from each other. “C’mon, slut,” Jeremy yelled. “Crawl you fucking whore. Crawl like a dog for our piss!”

 

Anastasia began crawling through our legs, receiving a sound spanking from each one of us as she went, although we knew the girls slaps were far harder slaps than the timid ones the boys were administering to her bare bottom. (She even admitted to that later.)The sound of the slaps echoed in the hallway as she went. Each time she passed one of us, we would move to the other end of the line, so that she was forced to accept a continuos assault until she reached the middle of the kitchen floor.

 

When the spanking stopped, Jeremy pointed to me and said, “Piss on her face, slut!”

 

I stepped over her, straddling her head and pulled my lips apart. Anastasia, no stranger to this, lifted her head back and met my heavy stream with her open mouth, gulping the golden elixir as fast as she could.

 

“Holy fuck, man,” Kenny screamed in total amazement. “That fucking bitch is drinking her fucking piss! Holy shit!”

 

Everyone pissed on her, first the girls, one at a time,  and then the boys, all at the same time,  with the exception of Chelsea, who would never entertain the thought of lifting her skirt in front of the boys. Besides, she was far too busy recording the events for “posterity.” When the showers were done, Anastasia was made to roll around in the puddle on the floor, soaking her hair in the urine, before lapping it up like a dog on her hands and knees, face to the floor.

 

“Kneel, cunt.” Jeremy commanded. “Right in front of me. And I want you to look at me,” he added sternly.

 

Anastasia did as she was told. “All these fucking years you’ve acted sop fucking high and mighty, like your shot don’t fucking stink. Like I’m some kinda fucking bridge troll or something. And all the while, you’re just some filthy whore fucking pig slut, shallowing cum and drinking fucking piss, and then rolling in it like the fucking pig you really are!”

 

He paued a moment and snorted in, gathering a mouthful of spit and snot. She knew what was coming, but he held it in his mouth, forcing her to wait for it. Then, after she opened her eyes to see what was taking so long,  he spit right into her open left eye and slapped her hard across the cheek. “You’d better keep that shade open for me from now on, cunt. You know you want to!

 

“C’mon, guys. Let’s get the fuck outa here!”                                    

 

Larry and Kenny seized the opportunity, and like little puppies, they spit in her face and then slapped her as well. They left the kitchen, heading for the living room to get dressed.

 

After the three boys had gone, Chelsea sent Anastasia upstairs to shower, while we washed and scrubbed the kitchen floor and straightened everything up neatly as it had been before the evening began. About 10:30, we all reconvened in the living room, still naked, siting on the floor in our circle.

 

“I’m extremely proud of you all, My Sisters,” Chelsea said proudly. “You have all performed well, far better than My expectations.”

 

No one spoke. Shaina was crying softly, seated to my right. I had my right arm around her, my hand softly caressing her breast, her head leaning over onto my chest. I could feel the tear drops fall from her eyes to my chest, from my chest they ran down and fell to my leg. Anastasia sat to my left, a mirror image of my sister. I tried to quietly comfort the young Sisters. Blair and Lauren sat tucked up across from us, their legs folded up in front of them, clenching their legs with their arms, heads between their knees. After some time, between soft sobs,  Shaina sheepishly said, “I’m so afraid my parents or my friends are gonna find o out. I mean.......I mean, those three assholes are gonna brag about it all over school, and everyone’s gonna find out!”

 

“Not gonna happen, Shaina,” Chelsea said confidently. “Not in a million years!” She held up the video camera and the digital camera. “I shot the whole thing. It’s all right here.”

 

“Yeah, so what, Chels,” Lauren snapped back angrily. So what? That’ll just prove we let those fucking nerds use us like that!”

“How old is Anastasia,” Chelsea asked in general, a calm in her tone?

 

“Fifteen,” Lauren replied.

 

“And howe old is that dork face Jeremy?”

 

“Seventeen, I think.”

 

“Wrong. He’s eighteen, almost nineteen. He got left back in sixth grade, you all know that. But he started school a year late. He’s eighteen, and Anastasia is fifteen. That’s statutory rape in this state. She’s jail bait. What she did she can’t be held responsible for. She’s a minor. But what he did.......” she trailed off, letting it all sink in.

 

“Oh, I get it Chels. I get it.”

 

“Not only that, we have something they won’t want to get out either. Now we control them! I think we might just have three harem slaves for our cult!