A Ritual

"There is a ritual to prove a girl's purity. She must give herself completely to the maker and if she is pure, the maker will take her."

"Does it hurt?"

You smile knowing when a fish is caught, "I won't lie... there is pain, but the maker will grant you pleasure as well. If I were to perform this ritual upon you, you would not be able to back down. I will ask you to do things that you may not be comfortable with. Should ever you question me... I will know you are not pure. Do you agree?"

"I do," She nods resolutely, "I know I am pure and will not have anyone think less of me."

You smile, "Pride is a sin... but not one we need worry about. To begin we must see your lustful weapons of seduction. Remove your robe and stand before me."

She swallows and lifts the brown cloth timidly over her head. Her body is naked beneath as all novices are before their induction. Her legs are slender and her hips narrow. Her waist, small enough to enclose inside your hands. Her soft white skin prickles with goose bumps as you eagerly watch the fabric rise, revealing inch after inch of her body.

Her pussy is nearly devoid of hair, having only the faintest brush of mousey brown fluff above her pink slit. Her flat stomach marched only by the indent of her belly button. Her small breasts lay high on her chest, hardly sagging an inch.

You point to your erect penis protruding from your robe. "Do you see how your cruel form beguiles the minds of honest men? Now... lay back and the ritual will begin."