You tear yourself away.

You look down through the hazy, sweet smelling air to the maelstrom of nubile girl flesh that writhes on the floor below, their mewls and cries and groans rising in a chorus of ecstasy. Girls lap and suck and squeeze and fondle, their limbs writhing, their faces taut with excitement, their eyes either shut or wide and glittering with lechery.

The two red robed figures stand and unbind Chanel from the altar, lifting her as one of them forces a goblet against her mouth. She drinks then gags, sputtering, spraying her sweet teen tits with burgundy liquid. Her eyes flutter open but she looks half drunk at least.

"You have atoned Sister Chanel. Go now to join your sisters in celebration." They help her off the altar, then push her to her knees at the edge of the writhing orgiastic mess of teen bodies. Chanel gives a deep groan and reaches forward, descending into the squirming flesh, becoming one with it. It hardly seems like individual girls any more, just sleek limbs and ripe tits and firm rumps rippling and writhing.

Mason taps your arm and you reluctantly tear your eyes from the spectacle below and look at him. He nods towards the door, obviously wanting to leave. Your mind is in conflict, part of you wanting to continue to watch, another part wanting to intervene, while a third wants to follow his lead.

Much as you would like to stay and watch, you decide that Mason has a good idea. You nod agreement and the two of carefully creep towards the door, opening it silently and slipping through before letting it shut behind you. By the light of Mason's cell phone you climb the stairs and after listening for a moment, push open the secret door. Once it shuts you let out a deep breath, hearing Mason do the same.

"That was fucking insane!" you say. "What the hell was that?"

"Some kind of costume I think. The smoke was the stuff they use for smoke and fog on movie sets. I did some extra work a while ago and remember the smell."

"Who the fuck are those people?"

"My guess is that they're teachers. The two in red robes and the one in the lizard costume. They could be other girls, but I'm guessing teachers."

"Are you serious? Which teachers?"

"I don't know. I'm not even sure they are. It's just a guess. But somebody built this place, and it probably wasn't students here for a two year bit."

"Makes sense. How long do you think this has this been going on?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. Maybe it's like Skull and Bones at Yale and it's been here since the school started."

You nod as the two of you step out of the building, and start walking down the lawn. "What are we going to do Mason? Should we report it?"

"To who? Headmistress Naylor? For all we know she was one of the red robes. And what do we say, that we were sneaking around and found a secret chamber and watched a bunch of girls fucking? Good luck with that."

"We could show her what we've found. The secret door, the chamber, the altar."

"And if she's part of it? We'd be packing our bags the same day. I think we need to know more. Because I think it's deeper than just a secret society and a bunch of girls having lesbian sex. They're willing to whore themselves to protect their secret. That says to me that there's more."

"Yeah, about that," you say with a grin. "So that Margot girl fucked you because she found you near the gardening shed?"

"Like a mink. And she said she'd bring a friend to fuck me again. And that she'd fuck you too."

"I'm impressed," you chuckle, shaking your head. "When is this supposed to happen?"

"No schedule, but it can happen soon. And remember that Chanel fucked Darnell Sharp, also to keep a secret. I wouldn't put it past them to add the Dean to their list, since they think he's getting suspicious."

"What about Lyndsey fucking Darnell? That sounded weird."

"I'm guessing he caught her in a compromising situation and took advantage of it. I think they were talking about a strip club. There can't be many up here, and it shouldn't be hard to find."

"You think he found her dancing in a strip club and **** her into sex?"

"Why not? The way some of these girls act, he probably didn't have to try very hard."

"So what are we going to do Mason?" you ask as you step onto the porch of your cottage and open the door.