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Chapter Six

Before we knew it it was time for the night’s festivities. We both put on our best outfit. Abby was wearing another sleek black dress and she looked stunning. We both looked nervous before we left, so I just put it out there: “Babe, what if I’m the one they don’t accept?”

“Let’s cross that bridge if we come to it,” she said, not so reassuringly.

We arrived and were made to wait outside the cafeteria with the other prospects, though Hulk wasn’t there. This gave me a sense of relief. Not only did I not have to look him in the eye after what he did with Abby, but I thought maybe this means he’s the one who won’t be accepted. Maybe they’ve already told him.

Then we were led into the cafeteria where that same restaurant feel was set up around that same table for 24. The room was entirely silent, and this made me feel no shortage of tension. He sat at the head of the table opposite our chairs again, and Betany was on one side of Him. The only empty chair was the one on her other side.

After a quiet minute or so, He stood up and spoke. “Tonight is a special night, one of the most special we have here in the Cult. Each of our prospects–” He looked at us. “Each of you have chosen to stay here, and we are delighted to see that. Since we first met, but especially since you arrived here on campus, you’ve been tested. We’ve watched everything. Other than your private time in your rooms, we’ve paid attention to every detail. What did you say? Were you honest? How did you say it? How do you walk? Do you walk in front, in the middle, or in the back? How do you respond to pressure? How willing are you to share? How do you handle secrets being kept from you? And on and on.”

He paused. “Each member has spent the last several hours reviewing these details, discussing our observations, and making decisions. But this was not merely a test to see if we’d accept you. I already deemed you worthy when I invited you here, and there were no surprises. It is with much delight that I can say we are proud and honored to have each of you join the Cult.”

The members broke out in a raucous applause. Abby reached over and gave me a sitting hug. I was overcome with an overwhelming feeling of relief and excitement.

How did I end up here? This was a seminal moment in the process.

Once the applause and excitement wound down, He continued. “Tonight you truly begin a new life. It is a rebirth of sorts, and as such, tonight we will give each of you a new name. One of our beliefs is that through our born nature and through nurture before we become conscious enough to combat it, we are each made for a perfect place within the hierarchy of our community. Your given name will represent your place within this hierarchy. You will soon learn the rules and limitations of your place, as well as your living quarters. Over time you’ll learn exactly how to fit, and if you are honest with yourself, if you embrace each corner your complex nature, you will finally be free.”

He paused and looked down for a moment. He took a deep breath and looked around at the entire table. He continued. “Friends. This is our most special naming ceremony yet. Since our inception, the goal has always been twenty four. The Greek alphabet has exactly that many letters, and for centuries humans have used these letters to represent places within a hierarchy. Tonight we will finally have each and every of these positions filled. Tonight, the Cult will be complete.”

Massive applause. He let it happen, then raised his hand and it stopped and He looked at us again. “New friends, here is some of what you need to know about your new life: our hierarchy is broken into three distinct levels. bursa escort The dominants. The switches. The subs. Each of these groups lives in a different home: the mansion, the house, and what we call the shed, respectively. There is also a hierarchy within each home. Now that we have twenty four carefully chosen individuals, we have the perfect breakdown. Eight, eight, and eight. Did each of you get all of that?”

“Yes Sir!” we all yelled out. But I was confused. There were 18 of them and only five of us. Hulk was clearly the one not accepted.

My face betrayed me and He looked directly at me and raised his eyebrows. “You look skeptical. Am I right?” I didn’t want to be disrespectful so I stammered a bit. “Go ahead now. Speak your truth.”

I had no choice. “Well, Sir, I’m looking around the table and only counting 23.”

“Ahhhh. You’re a smart one. We’ll make good use of that. I suppose there’s no time better for you to meet our 24th member. Gaman, come join us!” he yelled out. And there he appeared through the curtain with a big shit eating grin on his face: Hulk. And it all came together. It was a trick. Everything he’d done, much of which was deeply humiliating for me, was simply part of the Test. “How many of the five of you are surprised? Raise your hands.”

I was the only one to raise my hand. I pulled it down sheepishly and turned to Abby. Gaman spoke out: “I told her that night we spent together. She’s a good girl, keeping the secret.” I looked at Locks. Gaman continued: “I told him after our tussle in the Coliseum. No doubt he told his wife. As for my little slut, well she obviously knows I’m not her partner. Only you didn’t know. You were the mark.” He laughed and I heard a few other titters around the table.

Our leader jumped back in. “And that helped tell us what we need to know. Your place. Each of your places. It’s time for you to know. It’s time for you to assume your new identity. Chico will each member of you a slip of paper. Do not look at it until I nod. At that time, read it to yourself, and if you agree, read it aloud to us.” Chico went around the table and handed everyone the slips. “Because of our new members, some of you will shift positions and therefore take on new names. Let’s begin.” He looked at Betany.

She read her paper out loud without hesitation. “Our alpha has spoken. He has deemed me Beta to his Alpha. My name is Betany. I will live in the mansion.”

He proceeded to go in order, from top to bottom. Most seemed to keep their names, including Gaman who went after Betany. Some seemed surprised to see their new names, though none appeared disappointed.

The first of the new members to speak was Witchy. She read her paper and smiled. Then she read it to the group: “Our alpha has spoken. He has deemed me a lambda. My name is Lamissa. I will live in the house.”

Then another member followed by Locks. “Our alpha has spoken. He has deemed me a Mu. My name is Muath. I will live in the house.”

Next was my Abby. My heart dropped. I saw where this was going. “Our alpha has spoken. He has deemed me a Nu. My name is Nura. I will live in the house.”

We kept going until we got to those who’d live in the quarter. I barely noticed what was happening. I was being separated from my Abby. Regret is what I was feeling. Nothing else but fear and regret.

Then the bottom three. Chico. His name remained the same. Then He looked at Sparrow, but He spoke before she could. “It’s a cliche, but the saying, ‘last but not least’ is especially true here for our final two members. I want to remind everyone that despite our positions within the hierarchy, we are all equals. None bursa escort bayan of us are better or worse than another. We are merely pieces of an intricate social puzzle. And here’s the beauty.” He looked back and forth between Sparrow and I. “Chico was the lowest ranking we’ve had. We’ve been waiting for you two. We’ve needed you. And now you may speak,” he said to Sparrow.

“Our alpha has spoken. He has deemed me a Psi. My name is Psina. I will live in the shed.”

And finally my turn.

How did I end up here? I took a breath and decided to submit. I gave up control. I let my life be what it was meant to be. I read a slip of paper out loud to 23 other people, including my beautiful girlfriend, who I suddenly felt slipping away.

“Our alpha has spoken,” I said meekly. “He has deemed me an Omega. My name is Omega. I will live in the shed.”

—-

He told us for the next hour we’d enjoy your dinner. This was Free Time. Our roles didn’t matter. They only did during Play Time. That would be after dinner. We’d have another thirty minutes to meet with our home members, so each one in a new role had some sense of the expectations.

For much of the dinner, Abby and I sat close together, and she rubbed my back reassuringly several times. The food was again delicious and the mood was celebratory. I drank enough red wine to get tipsy, and dinner was over before we knew it. Abby kissed me on the lips and whispered “Thank you” in my ear before we went our separate ways.

We broke off into our home members, and Siggy, a surprisingly tall guy considering his place, gave us a talk as household leader. He had us go around and say our names, and he had us line up in hierarchical order. Our home was made up of five men and two women, including Psina.

Siggy had a gentle nature as he spoke. For the sake of Psina and I he gave us important information. He told us he’d been in this position since the inception of the Cult, and that our other house members all remained in their previous positions. He told us that each member with higher placement was your superior, and that any superior had automatic dominance over their inferior. “So,” he said, “Omega is the easiest example. You are the lowest position in the Cult, so everyone is your superior. If anyone asks you to do something during Play Time, you do it. These rules apply then, as well as during Work Time. During Free Time the hierarchy is not a factor.” Then he turned to Chico and smiled. “Anything to add, Chico?”

Chico looked at Psina and me and gave a big smile. “Nah. They’ll figure it out soon enough.”

I surprised myself when I heard all of this. All I felt was relief. I searched for worry, but it wasn’t there. I think it was the fact that I didn’t have to make any decisions. I had no power or control, and that was made completely apparent for me and everyone. All I had to do was what I’d be told, and I’d otherwise be accepted, well fed, and get to live in this amazing place.

“Are you listening, Omega? You look like you’re drifting off.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Oh! No, you don’t have to call me Sir. Only males in the mansion get that honor. The rest of us can just use each other’s names.”

Psina chimed in: “What about our leader? He’s the only one who didn’t say his name.”

Siggy answered, “He’s the only one with many names. You already know He goes by Him. He also goes simply by Alpha, and when he’s in the mood he’ll make you call him Master.”

“In any case,” he continued, “soon we’ll go to the basement for Play Time. Our role is simply service. Stand on the sides of the room and bow your heads. Speak only when spoken escort bayan to. If your service is needed, you will be told. Do whatever any superior asks. Never say no. It’s that simple. Understood?”

Psina and I nodded. Siggy gave us an approving look. He waved his hand at the others. “Not all of us were initially comfortable with our roles. Both Tauno and I thought we belonged in the house. We quickly realized Alpha knew best. He’s never been wrong yet. He was born to put each of us in our place, our proper place.”

Tauno, a blonde haired man of medium build nodded slowly in agreement and said, “Amen, brother.”

Before we knew it, we were led down to the basement, where we were made to strip down, and we were each given a pair of white panties. We went into an empty ballroom, with low lighting and a soft burgundy carpet. The room was cavernous, and had several standing tables with candles on each. In the middle of the room were several mattresses, each with satin sheets of various colors. We surrounded the room at the edges with our heads bowed and waited in silence for the others to arrive.

Soon enough they walked in, in a line, in hierarchical order, with Sir arriving last. They were silent. The lights were dimmed, but for the candles. Classic cult vibes. The only difference being that I’d only ever seen this in movies. Now it was live, and my Abby was there, and I watched for the next hour as she was fucked by several men, as she had orgasm after orgasm, as they each covered her body with their seed. Sir stood and watched all of this, never partaking, but seemingly delighting in his creation. When Play Time was nearly over, he came to me.

“This is your new life Omega. If you ever want to touch Nura again, it will only be with your tongue, and only if she or I ask you, and only to clean off the seed of better men. Would you like to try that now?”

I bowed my head. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy,” he said. “Go to her and do your job.”

I licked her up and down, tasting the chlorine-like seed of better men. There was so much of it, I gagged as I tried to swallow. But I’d do anything to touch my Abby, and I kept looking up at her for approval. She was too spent to acknowledge me though, until finally her eyes met mine.

“Good boy, Omega,” she said. “Now get out of my sight.”

Sir was already training her well. This was too much for me. It broke me. That night I packed up my things and snuck off the premises in the middle of the night.

Chapter Seven

So why am I here writing this history? How did I get here? Well, a week ago, three months after I left, I returned and begged to be let back into the Cult. I was utterly depressed outside, and I missed Abby desperately, and I figured over time I’d be able to win her back.

Sir allowed me another chance. He put me here though. It’s The Hole. It’s in the basement of the shed. It’s solitary confinement. It’s a place to review, to reflect, or as Sir told me as he closed the door, “You think about what you’ve done.”

That’s what I’ve been doing. Writing. Thinking. Waiting. Eating the scraps the other slaves slide under the door for me.

In truth, the Truth, it’s where I belong. It’s where I was born to be. I know this now. I feel comfortable here, at the very bottom of the hierarchy, deep in the Hole. Here I feel free.

I am praying that tomorrow Sir will let me out and I’ll get to see Nura again. I want to forget her old name. I hope she no longer knows me. I hope she’s enjoying her power over so many and taking such pleasure in serving her superiors. I hope she is His girl now. It’s where she belongs. It’s what she deserves. I no longer want to hold her back. I want her to be free.

Please Sir, are you reading this? I know you know all. Please let me out and let me see Nura in her true and utter freedom, please allow me the pleasure of my own degradation for the good of all, and most of all, for You. Please, Sir. I’m on my knees begging you, right where I belong.

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