## The Initiation (MMM/F)

Post by LordNelson » Sun Jan 19, 2014 10:36 am

When I was a kid my parents took me to church every Sunday. I would sit through a boring service for about an hour and then have to sit through another hour of Sunday school. Unfortunately when it came to church there was no democracy, I didn’t get a vote and I had to go.
When I was thirteen I was signed up for a week at bible camp. I couldn’t imagine anything worse. Sunday school was bad enough and that was with kids my own age in my class. At the camp we would be mixed in with all of the older and younger kids. The younger ones were annoying and the older ones thought we were annoying. This was going to be a week in hell.
MONDAY – Checking Things Out
When we arrived we got the quick tour. First the mess hall and laundry, boathouse and dock, fire pit, sauna, outhouses and two bunkhouses; one for boys and one for girls. One surprise was that there were kids there from two other churches. After we unpacked our gear there was time for a quick swim before lunch. It was an opportunity to check out the new girls in bikinis.
As it turned out I hadn’t read the rules closely enough. There was a ban on “immodest clothing”. This applied mostly to the girls and included short shorts, halter tops and bikinis. It was a downer but even in acceptable bathing suits the girls managed to look good.
TUESDAY – A Plan Comes Together
After a couple of days I decided that it wasn’t so bad. We had to sit through a lesson in the morning and another in the afternoon but the rest of the time was regular camp stuff; canoeing, hiking, swimming and goofing off. I did find out one interesting thing. The girls had an initiation ceremony. The returning councillors had kept the traditional going for many years. They would ambush the younger girl campers at random and put them through all sorts of odd rituals. The adult supervisors had banned the initiation but the councillors secretly kept it going.
The boys didn’t do it for two reasons. Firstly the councillors rarely returned so the initiation kind of got forgotten. And secondly the ones that did return didn’t give a crap.
The girl’s initiation gave me an idea. There were a few good looking young ladies that I had the urge to tie up. If I could somehow make it look like part of the initiation it might work. I just had to figure out how to keep them from knowing it was a guy doing it. After a lot of thought I had a plan.
Behind each bunkhouse was a trail that went through the woods to the outhouses. Boys and girls had separate trails but halfway along each trail were side trails that met at a wood shed. The wood was used to heat the cabins in colder weather but this being July meant the shed was empty until autumn. Every night there was steady traffic to the outhouses before bed. If I could ambush one of the girls on her way back and get her into the woodshed I would have a captive. Hopefully she would think it was part of the initiation and offer little or no resistance and if I was successful in keeping my identity a secret she would not report anything to the supervisors.
WEDNESDAY – Cheryl’s Initiation
A visit to the laundry room for a pair of pillow cases and another to the boat house for some rope and I was almost ready. The last thing I needed was an ink pad and rubber stamp I had noticed earlier in the main office. It said PROPERTY OF HLBC (that stood for Hanes Lake Bible Camp).
All I needed now was to recruit two helpers and I knew exactly who to ask; a pair of brothers named Andy and Manfred who had an excess of energy and a lack of intelligence. They were two big strong kids with not a brain between them. It wouldn’t be too difficult to talk them into assisting.
That night we waited in the dark for our victim. The first two girls were too small and I thought we might scare the heck out of them. The third looked like a likely target. When she returned from the outhouse we pounced as she passed the wood shed trail. The brothers each grabbed an arm and held on tight. I pulled the first pillow case over her head so that she couldn’t see us and then quickly wrapped the second around her mouth to silence her. We switched on our headlamps and hustled her to the shed.
As they held her I tied off the gag. Then they placed her arms in front and crossed her wrists. I had a slip knot hanging from the rafter. I put it over her wrists and tightened it. Then I grabbed the other end of the rafter rope and hoisted her arms up over her head. The second rope was hanging at the ready and I grabbed it and headed for her ankles.
At this point my plan that had been going perfectly so far went a little sideways. In the glare of my lamp I could see a pair of sexy black gladiator sandals. There was only one pair in camp. They belonged to Cheryl the senior councillor. She was twenty and gorgeous and not who we were looking for. It was too late to turn back now. I tied her ankles.
As I stood my light travelled up her smooth tanned legs until I received my second shock. There was the bottom of a bright red string bikini. All I saw was one small triangular wedge of fabric with tiny strings around her waist and a neat little bow resting on each hip. My light continued over her belly button and her flat tummy towards my next revelation. Andy and Manfred had already discovered it. Their headlamps highlighted a pair of magnificent breasts also clad in a tiny bikini.
While swimming the day before we rated the girls as guys are inclined to do. The young ones started at raisins and moved up to grapes. The ones our age were more in the fried egg to cupcake category. There were a few that were apples. Cheryl was packing grapefruits. Her bikini top was strained to the limit. Each cup only covered about two thirds of her boobs leaving a lot of soft curvy flesh exposed. A small bow between the cups was all that held her back. The urge to tug it open was a bad idea.
The brothers were in a trance. With the combined light of our three lamps we could make out what was easily the most gorgeous body we had ever seen. I snapped out of my daze and realized we had to finish. I grabbed the rubber stamp, inked it and approached her. At this point I’m not sure what I was thinking or even if I was thinking at all. Without hesitation I carefully peeled down her bikini bottom to expose about half of each cheek.
She had been calm to this point but now she struggled a bit. I can’t say as I blame her. I placed a big wet stamp across each cheek, waited a moment for it to dry (yes I wanted to blow on it but knew better) and pulled her bottoms back up. I untied the rope that held her hands up to the rafter and we escaped from there as fast as we could. With her hands tied in front it wouldn’t take her to long to free herself.
We entered the bunkhouse without drawing any attention, luckily most of the guys were heavily involved in a pillow fight and the rest were trying to stay out of the way. I went straight to my bed. I wanted to lie down and close my eyes while the vision of that bum was still fresh in my memory. Even with PROPERTY OF HLBC branded across it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.
As I lay there I should have been thinking about the possible consequences. Would there be a complaint and an inquiry? If I was found out just how much trouble would I be in? Would my parents get called? But none of that crossed my mind. I was thinking was that if a senior councillor was dressed in an “immodest bikini” that means that all of the others were probably in a similar state. In the privacy of their bunkhouse after hours I could only imagine the scene. Imagine a few dozen young ladies in bikinis and possibly some skimpy nighties too. The new ones would not have known about this in advance and in order to fit in were probably lying on their bunks in their underwear.
If I survived the next day without being sent home then my plan will have worked. Now it was time for plan number two. I had to get a look in that cabin tomorrow night. That is if I was still here.
THURSDAY – Sharon’s Initiation
In the morning the supervisors lined up the boys in front of their bunkhouse. They told them that all recreational activities would be suspended until the guilty one confessed. I stepped forward. While the others went for breakfast I packed my gear. My parents were called to come and get me. My dad had to leave work. He would be furious.
That’s what I imagined would happen. What really happened was nothing. Nothing happened at all. As the morning progressed I conceitedly believed that the perfectness of my plan had prevailed. (I later realized that it wasn’t my genius that saved my ass. Cheryl hadn’t said anything about the abduction because then it would get out that the initiations were continuing and as senior councillor she would get into deep trouble.)
By late afternoon I had abandoned my notion of getting a peek into the girl’s bunkhouse. It was far too risky; if I could see them they could see me. If I would have been as smart as I thought I was I would have settled for one victory but I decided to tempt fate and repeat last night’s performance. Andy and Manfred were in and as the sun went down we slipped out of the cabin.
I had made a few small changes to our agenda. First of all we waited in the woods near the girls bunk. The front porch light allowed us to see who was coming out. I didn’t want to grab Cheryl again in the dark. The first few girls to come out were too young. When the third came out it was agreed she was our next target. We gave her a head start up the trail and then raced into position.
When she came out we were waiting by the wood shed trail. As she walked by we sprang into action. The second of my changes happened now. I had realized that the pillow case over the head could be very scary for some. This time the brothers switched on their head lamps and shone them in her eyes blinding her. I came up behind her and gagged her with a pillow case while they grabbed her arms. We stayed behind her as we hustled her down the trail. Seconds later her wrists were hoisted and her ankles tied. I used the second pillow case to blindfold her.
Our victim was Sharon from my church. She was a year younger than me. She was wearing a robe. I tugged on the belt and it opened up allowing us to examine our captive. She was wearing a skimpy matching bra and panties set. The shiny pink material was trimmed with a narrow band of white lace. Her long boney feet, skinny legs and narrow hips were not too attractive but she did have a cute little bum. Her flat tummy was rather lovely and her boobs were very nicely shaped.
I inked the rubber stamp and selected my spots. I placed the first one across that firm tummy just above her navel. The cups of her bra hugged the bottom half of each breast leaving the top to spill over ever so slightly. I stamped each breast just above the edge of the bra. I held the stamp upside down so that she could read it when she looked down.
I untied the anchored end of the rope that secured her wrists. We took one last look and as I released the rope we ran. We dashed back to the boys bunk house and sat down on the front steps. When Sharon came down she didn’t go into the girl’s cabin. Instead she headed straight for the sauna building. It was the nearest place that she could wash off the ink.
FRIDAY – Mrs. B's Initiation
Friday morning went much the same as the previous one. Nothing was said and the routine went on as normal. The only thing out of the ordinary was the duty roster. Each day we were assigned to do chores around camp. I was on laundry detail that day but normally there would be two of us. Today I was alone on the list.
After breakfast I gathered up the place mats and napkins and went to the laundry room. When I entered I heard someone come in behind me and turned to see who it was. It was Mrs. B. She said ‘I’ll be your helper today.’
Mrs. B is the mother of Sharon the girl we tied up last night. She volunteered to be a parent chaperon at camp. The boys didn’t mind her as a chaperon because unlike her daughter she was really well built. She was a little shorter than Sharon and a lot more filled out. Her standard outfit of t-shirt and jeans always looked like it was a size too small.
She helped me load the washing machine and then said ‘Can I ask you a question?’ I replied ‘Sure.’
‘I noticed that you are always keeping an eye on things. Nothing seems to escape your notice. If there’s anyone in camp who should know what’s going on I’m betting it would be you. Here’s my question. What’s up with the girls? I’ve noticed that some of them seem nervous, mostly in the evenings, as if there is something happening in their cabin that they won’t talk about. Even my Sharon seems to be bothered but when I ask her she says there’s nothing going on.’ Trying to look calm I replied ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about but if I hear anything I’ll let you know’ and I turned to leave.
‘Just a minute’ she said ‘I had a feeling that you would be reluctant to talk so I brought something that might make you more comfortable.’ I turned back to see her holding a bible. ‘I will swear on this not to tell anyone what you tell me. I want to know but no one else needs to be in on it. What do you say do we have a deal?’
I should have declined and left but I didn’t. When someone sees the risks and ignores them it’s called taking a chance. When someone doesn’t even see the risks it’s called dumb. I did something that was really dumb.
‘If I show you what is going on instead of telling you does your deal still stand?’ She placed her hand on the bible and said ‘I swear on all that is holy that I will never say anything to anyone ever about what this young lad is going to show me.’
I told her that this is how it would work. Tonight she would make her usual visit to the girl’s cabin. At 8:15 when she left instead of returning to her cabin she would go to the outhouse. On the way back from the outhouse I would meet her and all would be shown to her. She agreed and we went our separate ways.
Andy and Manfred were a little scared of the idea of grabbing one of the adults but when I offered them my desserts from tomorrow’s meals the incentive was enough to get them to go along.
Everything went perfect again. We grabbed her and in less than a minute from start to finish she was tied to the rafter, blindfolded and gagged. I told the brothers to take off and they gladly did so. I removed the blindfold but in spite of her protests I left the gag. I was going to do all the talking.
‘This is what has been happening. The girls are still doing a secret initiation. I wanted to get in on it so we grabbed a girl on Wednesday and then last night we took another. It was your daughter. I know that you are wondering what we did to them and right now I’m going to give you a choice. I can turn you loose and you can leave. Or I can show you what I did to them by doing it to you. It’s your decision. If you want to go just nod your head and I’ll free you.’
She looked me in the eye but her head never moved. ‘Nod if you are sure you want to stay.’ She nodded.
I went to the corner of the shed and came back with the stamp and inkpad. She recognized it. I inked the stamp and approached her. I lifted the front of her shirt to expose her tummy. She twisted away from me. I reminded her that she had agreed to this. She turned back. One thing about dealing with people at a bible camp is that they keep their promises.
I rolled the stamp across her tummy. ‘This is what I did to your daughter. Then I did this.’ I lifted her shirt to show her breasts. Her bra was not as revealing as her daughter’s but the fact that it was quite a bit fuller made it so much more attractive. I couldn’t stamp right on her boobs as I had done with Sharon so I placed a stamp just above each of them.
‘Now I will show you what I did on Wednesday.’ I started to undo her belt. Her eyes went wide and she mmphed at me through the gag. ‘Relax’ I assured her ‘it’s not going to be as bad as you might think.’
Once the belt was undone I opened the button on her jeans and then lowered her zipper. Even when open her jeans were quite tight. I gripped them at the waist with a hand over each hip and tugged them down an inch at a time working from side to side. They resisted for a minute but eventually began to move easily. I let them go and they slid down her legs.
I remembered her sexy legs from church and even in the harsh light of a head lamp they were looking rather nice. What did surprise me was that after seeing such a conservative brassiere she was wearing very sexy panties. Not quite a thong but close to it. They were black and shiny. I moved around behind her and pulled them down about halfway. Her cheeks tightened up with nervousness. It was amazing to see a little dimple appear on each cheek when she clenched them.
I applied the stamp to each side and pulled her panties back up. I then restored her jeans to where they belonged. I decided the t-shirt could stay where it was until I was finished talking.
‘Now you know what happened. As you can see we did it so smoothly that they think they were initiated by some of the other girls. They said nothing because they didn’t want to get the other girls in trouble. No damage was done. It was just a harmless prank.’
I pulled her shirt down and untied her. I reminded her of her promise and she acknowledged that she would live up to her end of the bargain.
As she left she hesitated for a moment and said ‘Are you planning to do this again next year?’ I thought about it for a moment and said ‘If you set aside one night next year for me to do this with you again I will swear on a bible that I will leave your daughter alone.’ It was her turn to think it over and she said ‘I’ll get back to you.’
SATURDAY - Outsmarted
Saturday night was our last opportunity; we were leaving after a worship service Sunday after breakfast. The brothers and I had been discussing who we would like to get if she were to give us a chance. We had each selected a different girl and were waiting to see if one of us would get lucky. As it turned out we had wasted our time.
Each night all the campers had to be in their cabins by 8:00 and it was lights out at 10:00. As usual about 7:45 Mrs. B showed up to make sure everyone was accounted for. She normally left by 8:15 but tonight she lingered a while longer. Around 8:30 the first girl to make a trip to the outhouse left the cabin; escorted by Mrs. B.
This went on for the rest of the evening. She escorted everyone. She had outsmarted me. But it was just for one night. We would have to see what she would do next year. Would she be willing to sacrifice every evening to protect the girls or would she do what I suggested and sacrifice just one evening to protect her daughter.

### Re: The Initiation (MMM/F)

Post by zack889919 » Sun Jan 19, 2014 4:59 pm

Please keep going! I like how you show that not all "conservative" people are how they really seem to be.

### Re: The Initiation (MMM/F)

Post by Zaphod » Wed Jan 22, 2014 9:10 am

Great story! I'd really like to see you continue this story to find out what happens next year. I notice that if Mrs. B agrees to the conditions, then her daughter is safe, but the other girls at camp are still fair game.