Waxing Moon: Pam's Story, Part III

[molten man]

awesome!!

just awesome..

[Officelover]

Part 19: A montage

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12:15, 45 minutes after Pam and John had sex

Pam thought to herself the following:

"Wow! Oh my God! That was amazing! There was no way that was about the porn video, or the dare, or the game. That was- wow! Amazing! AMAZING! I haven't had sex in so long... God! I love John! He is so cool- I... I love him. What a great guy! Does he like me? I think he likes me. I really think he does. Oh my God!

"And I got the video! Oh my God! What if he had gotten it?! What would have happened... what could have happened?! If he had got it... he could have made me his slave, like Daniel! Fuck! Why the fuck did I agree to do that. I must be crazy. Or in love. Plus John wouldn't have done that. John is... he's different. Better. Much better."

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1:00, Abel's room

Abel was sleeping. He was fast asleep, although sleeping with a boner. The fun-filled night of Truth or Dare and naked girls had gotten to him. He was woken up by a hand.

Blurry-eyed, he started to see the mysterious visitor. It was Lea. She was no longer naked, and in a form of pajamas. Abel had forgotten to change into clothes and was still nake.d He was immediately ashamed and clung to the sheets. Ironic, that after a full night of nudity, this was more embarrasing. It probably had to do with the fact that Lea was clothed.

Abel asked, "What is it? Who won?"

Lea responded, "It was Pam, slave."

"Who are you calling slave?!" Retorted Abel.

"You- silly. I should punish you for that but will show compassion, and mercy. I'll even remind you, dumbass, why I'm your Mistress, and you a dumb, stupid, and slutty slave."

She took out her cell phone. She showed him various pictures she had taken of him. She showed him pictures of when she dared him to stand naked, blindfolded for a minute. She showed him pictures of himself naked and in humiliating poses throughout the whole night, and even some of him lying down, naked, that she had taken while he was asleep.

He grabbed the cell phone out of her hands, and started to delete all of the pictures. Lea chastised him, "Sorry, dear, too late. They have all already been sent to myself."

So, that is the story of how Abel became Lea's slave.

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2:00, the Living Room

Pam and John were sitting together on the couch, now clothed. It was kind of awkward. Both took turns pretendign to watch the DVD that they had put in, and secretly staring at the other, lustfully or lovingly. This often resulted in their eyes meeting which only proved to heighten the awkwardness.

Finally after an hour or so of watching the movie, John said to Pam, "You know what? I didn't tell you the whole truth."

"Oh really?" asked Pam, pausing the DVD, "What do you mean?"

"I mean that when I said the prize was keeping the movie of the porno, I didn't tell you the other, super-cool, amazing, awesome, incredible, great, and overall super prize you get."

"What is it?"

"Hang on. God, you're kind of impatient right now."

"Sorry."

"Okay, so here's the prize. There is another organization here I'm a part of."

"Really? You never mentioned anyth-"

John cut her off, "I know. It's very secretive. There's about, I don't know, 40 members right now. Every year, we let 10 new people in, and each member gets to nominate one person. Then the leaders, the graduating seniors, choose 10 new people."

"So, what do they do, like a lottery?"

"Actually, no."

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2:00 and two seconds, Abel's room

This is what Abel thought:

"Oh my God! That was fucking amazing! Oh my fucking God! That was fucking amazing- that fuckign was amazing. Ha ha. Who knew Lea was so great at sex. Wow!

"But she's my mistress now. What does that even mean?! I don't know, but I hope it involves fucking.

*******

2:00 and three seconds, Judy's car

Judy's phone rang. She was surprised, who's calling me at this time of night? Judy was still angry at John, and the way things turned out tonight. She didn't know why but she wanted to win that game.

She answered the phone, and to her surprise, it was Lea.

"Hi, slut-" said Lea.

"What the hell, bitch?!"

"You know I hate you, right? Well, I hope you know that I have pictures of you naked. And I'm going to blackmail you. You'll be my slut slave."

Judy didn't believe her. "Yeah, right."

"You want proof? Fine, I'll send you some pictures."

Lea hung up. Judy soon got some pictures sent to her. There were so many humiliating pictures of her, and most of them were naked! She got another call from Lea.

"Disobey me, and I'll release these."

"Yes... master."

"Mistress!"

"Sorry, mistress."

"Good. Now, we'll start tomorrow. By the way, I wanted you to know that you'll be slut-mates with Abel. Have a nice night."

Lea hung up.

*******

2:05, Abel:

"Wow, she is such a good fuck."

*******

2:05, Living room:

"Actually, no. There is an inititiation process."

"Oh. What do we do in this club."

"I can't tell you that. Sorry."

This is what Pam was thinking:

"Wow! He chose me! I'm so happy! Do you think he likes me? Shut up, I won it. It's not like he's giving it to me for blah blah blah reason, it's because I won the game of Truth or Dare. How did I do that? I don't know. It's really cool that I did. I guess he'll think I'm cool. I just hope he doesn't think I'm a slut for going along with these things. I'm no more a slut than Judy or Lea. Wait, that's mean. Nah, I am a slut at heart. Always remember that, self, you are nothing more than a little slut who needs to be taught. Anyways, he chose me! OMG! YAY!"

*******

"I hope I get to fuck her some more."

[molten man]

Excellent. Keep it going!!

[Officelover]

Pam had recived the following letter:

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or, more simply put:

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Dear Pamela Morgan,

We of the Francis U. C. Klean Youth Organization United (FUCKYOU) would like to confirm with you that you have been nominated for a new member. We hope that you realize the sincerity and gravidity of our organization. We at FUCKYOU know from our senor member, John Bloomer, that you are involved in his whimsical organization of the Random Coalition.

We think it to be appropriate to inform you that this is nothing like the Random Coalition. We actually do things. Important things. We can not disclose whatthey are at this present time, but we hope you understand the greatness of the chance you are recieving.

The FUCKYOU was founded 50 years ago by Francis U. C. Klean (pronounced Klee-an). It is prestigious thoughit only contains no more and no less than fourty members. Many succesful alumni of our college have came from this organization. We have only the cream of the crop audition, and pick only ten of them.

Do not take this to be afraid that you are inadequate for the position. You seem to have all of the neccesary qualities, and are a good candidate for it. We are only intending to let you know what you're up against.

On the evening of April 15, (yes, the first days of spring break) we expect you to report to the FUCKYOU headquarters. Don't know where they are? Ask your friend, John.

If you do not come, then you will discredited from the organization- NO EXCEPTIONS! The 'party' will last two nights, from the evening of April 15th to the evening of April 17th (well, techically early morning April 18th)

You should expect a few rituals, and a few inititation ceremonies and practices.

You should wear all black. You should (can) bring your pocketbook, obviously your car keys (and car, hopefully), lipstick (no other make-up), and three other objects of your choice.

Do not take a cell phone, a camera, a GPS, or any writing tools or paper.

Regards,

Sandra S. Cohen

President, FUCKYOU

[molten man]

nice twist!!

Keep it going..

[Officelover]

I might be awhile posting this. I'm going away on a two week trip soon, and this is already a hard part to write.

Office

[Officelover]

Pam woke up on Saturday. The sunlight poured into her room, purifying her sleep. She woke up at eleven int he morning. She hadn't set her alarm. When she woke up, here first reaction was, "Fuck! I'm late for classes!"

Then she realized all her classes were over for the next two weeks. It was spring break. This gorgeous day- she was filled with glee of the thought of two weeks of relaxation, exploration, and fun.

Then Pam remembered the FUCKYOU. She remembered the letter she had recieved two months ago. She had asked John where the FUCKYOU head quarters were. He had printed out directions.

She decided to take a walk by the stream that ran by campus.

*****

After a fun-filled day, Pam returned at five. The party was in two hours. Pam didn't know what to expect. She didn't know why but she felt as though the FUCKYOU was sinister.

Nevertheless, she returned to her dorm and got into an all-black outfit as she had been told. She wore a black skirt, and a black top. She didn't know if all-black included underwear. Just to play it safe, she did so.

Pam was looking hot, and she headed out the door. She approached the Ernst Building. It was a bleak building- dark and polar opposite to the generally cheery other buildings of her college.

The door was locked. There was a buzzer. Pam rang the bell, and a crackly female voice came on. "Hello?"

"Hi, this is Pamela Morgan, I'm here for the-"

She was cut off. "Yes, they told me about you. Come in, come in."

The door as if by magic was unlocked. Pam proceeded into the poorly-lit dark building. There were pieces of paper with arrows printed out on them. They were obviously intended to lead a new member to the party room.

Pam followed the arrows through a winding path that encompassed stairs, lobbies, and what appeared to be classrooms. Finally a simple sign that read, "You're here." showed up.

Much to Pam's suprise, the room with the party was actually pretty nice. There was colored lights- it reminded Pam of her high school dances. There was a table with a sign that said "Registration" up front.

Pam remembered her registration with the Random Coalition. How carefree and amazing it had been. This was a great contrast.

The boy who was registering her was formal and frank. He didn't exchange pleasantries. He first asked her, "Name?"

"Umm... Pam.

"Full name." The boy rolled his eyes a little.

"Sorry. Pamela Morgan."

"Okay. Newbie orientation is about to start. You made it just in time. Quickly fill out this sheet."

"Thanks."

The man handed Pam a clipboard with a peice of paperwork. In her haste Pam skimmed over the reading. She just initialed, signed, checked boxes. Suddenly a woman, about two years older than Pam, stepped out. She had blonde, curly locks, peicing green eyes, and a devilish grin on her face. She wore heel that clicked as she walked over.

Pam handed the clipboard, completed, to the man, and hurried over to the woman.

"Good evening," said the woman, "I am Sandra Cohen. I am the president of FUCKYOU. Let me start by telling you this. It's not easy to become a member here. In my freshman year, it was tough getting in here. But look where I am now. So first of all, give yourself a round of applause for just getting nominated here."

There was an unnenthusiastic round of applause.

"Good. Well, all of you have signed the paperwork. As you've read, your contract says that you will follow all our instructions or quit. And now we will split up the boys and girls. Girls- you're with me. Boys, please go with my personal VP, the honorable Mr. George Smith."

There were about 7 boys and 7 girls. The boys left with Smith, and the girls remained in the room.

"Now, everyone here will get on there knees. Keep your asses raised. Get into a line."

They did so. Pam was second from the right. "All right. Sound off."

"Julliete."

"Pam."

"Isabella."

"Rachel."

"Carmen."

"Anne."

"Helena."

Sandra gave further instructions. "Good. Now I will ask each of you questions. Never hesitate before you give your answer, like saying, "Um...". If you hesitate, or give an unsatisfactory answer, I will smack your ass. If you lower your ass, or refuse a smack, then you will take off an article of clothing. Is that clear, newbies?"

"Yes." They answered in unison.

Sandra started, "Okay. Let's try this. Karen, where were you born."

"Salena, Florida." responded Karen

"Isabella, how old were you when you lost your virginity?"

"17 years old."

"Yes. Carmen, are you dating anyone?'

"Um... yeah."

Sandra smacked Carmen's ass with a paddle. Carmen yelled out in pain. A shiver went through Pam's spine. Sandra asked Carmen again, "I asked you, are you or are you not dating anyone?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

"Tom Francis."

"I see... when did you two last fuck?"

"Never."

"Never?"

"We haven't yet. We're taking it slow."

"Wise. Pam, are you a virgin?"

"No." whispered Pam, ashamed.

"And how did you lose it?"

"Ummm..."

*smack*

"How did you lose it?"

"With my... boyfriend. We did it in his car."

"Hmm..." said Sandra, disappointed.

Rachel, who was heavier than the rest, found it hard to rest on her knees like that. She had been quaking all this time. She would fall down soon, she knew it.

"Rachel, where did you go to high school?"

"Uh, miss."

*smack*

"Who was your crush?"

"Miss-"

*smack*

"Who was your crush?!"

"Miss, I can't stay-"

*smack*

Rachel fell down. Sandra said, "Pity. Take off your shirt, slut."

Rachel gingerly removed her shirt. She was mortified that all that seperated her boobs from the world was a bra. Se was so mortified. Pam laughed, knowing none of these girls had gone through what she'd gone through.

Rachel continued the drill. By the end, she had smacked people 37 times and told people 7 times to remove an article of clothing.

Sandra said, as the guys entered the room, "Well, It looks like me and George have found out a lot about you. That's good. This has been our orientation- now we can really have some fun. Our next, well rather first, challenge will be a... well before I tell you, let's split up into teams. There should be enough people for four teams of three and one team of two."

George said, "Everyoen stand in attention."

All fourteen stood up tall, in line.

George counted them off. Pam was a five. Therfore she was only working with one other person. This person was none other than Julliete. Julliete and Pam got together.

Sandra said, "Okay, the next part of our program is a scavenger hunt. We'll give you a list of things you have to get, and things you have to do. You also have to report back here at exaclt 12:00 sharp. Any later and your team will be disqualified from this challenge. The team with the most things and things doen at the end, is the winner."

She handed out lists.

George counted, "Ready... set..."

Sandra continued, "GO!!!"

And with that, they were off.

[molten man]

Your stories continue to impress me..

Keep it going!!

[Officelover]

I'm back. I hate to sound like a whiing author who can't finish what he's started, but I can not make the scavenger hunt. It will not work for the story. So, I'm going to post a quick section explaining that they went through it, and then we will move on.

Sound good?

Right then- (Honey Nut) Cheerio(s)

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Pam sat in the car with Juliette. Pam was horrified. She tried not to look at the clock- 11:52. They had eight minutes! Juliette was speedign down the road. They weren't that far from the FUCKYOU headquarters.

Pam was thinking about what had happened this evening. They had found all ten of the items on the list. But one of the other teams, Isabella, Rachel, and a boy named Harrison, kept trying to stall Pam and Juliette.

As Juliette pulled into the driveway, Pam undid her seatbelt and opened the door. She grabbed the stuff, and Juliette and her went in the house. Once inside, Sandra saw them and congratulated them.

Pam looked at the clock- 11:59 exactly.

At midnight, ironically, Isabella, Rachel, and Harrison did not show up.

Now, there were 5 girls and six boys. And one of them had to go.

[molten man]

Nice Short Post!!

[Officelover]

Sandra announced the following, "Okay so now, we will have our elimination contest. We will have five rounds. Since there are eleven of you, we will give two people safety each round. Then, by the last challenge, there will be three. We have five girls, Rachel, Pam, Carmen, Helena, and Anne. And we have six boys; Nathan, Alex, Phil, Peter, Andrew and Eric."

She elaborated, "Our first challenge will be outside, if you'll follow me, ladies, gentlemen." Everyone followed Sandra outside to a brightly lit feild. There was an obstacle course set up.

"There is room for twelve people for the entire course, until the end. So, here's what you'll do. First, climb up the ladder to the concrete structure. Then hop the first wall. Then hop the second wall. Climb down the ladder onto the structure behind it. Go into the tunnel, and crawl as fast as you can. At that point you'll reach another platform. Twist the crank to raise the bridge, and jump as fast as you can to the other side. Crawl through the second tunnel, then jump into the pool. Swim to the edge, and go through the third tunnel. Go into the other pool. Swim to the edge, and run to the two ropes in the middle. Only two of you will be able to climb up it. Good luck."

They got in positions. George said, "On your mark- get set- GO!"

And in a blur of motion they were off. Pam climbed the ladder with ease. She hurtled over the first wall (about 3 feet tall). She quickly glanced at the other people, some of whom were slightly ahead. Bad move.

She told herself to focus. She hurtled over the second wall- almost 4 feet tall. She almost fell down the ladder, but thankfully caught her balance. She went down the ladder as quick as possible, but it was difficult as the rungs were not evenly spaced. She stepped onto the concrete platform, whirrled around, and jumped into the tunnel ahead of her.

It was a red plastic tunnel. It was embarrasing, at first, climbing through it. It reminded her of those tunnels at Chuck E. Cheese. But she had no time for this kind of thought. She crawled as fast as she could.

After about 15 feet, 5 yards, of tunnel, she saw that there were gaps, about two feet wide. She realized she had to move through them. She sprung her legs and pushed through the gaps. She was glad, and lucky I suppose, she couldn't see where the other girls and boys were in the course.

She finally, after what must have been 35 feet of tunnel (no time for estamites!) reached a concrete platform. There was a red railing about her height, and a crank. She cranked faster than she ever had before. Thank god for swimming- it strengthened her arms. She raised the gate as far as she needed to, and jumped through it to the tunnel.

This time it was a yellow tunnel. She moved her body as far away from the gate as fast as she could, as she didn't particularly want to get her feet stuck. It was almost the same as the red, except there were some nets vercroed to the top of the tube which Pam had to undo.

It was the same as last time; crawl, hop through gaps, crawl, etc...

When she got to the end, Pam realized that all the tubes were connected to the large pool. Pam was good at this. Though she'd lost her interest in swimming after Daniel took naked pictures of her in the shower (Pam shuddered.) and she'd been forced to lose her top in the pool at a swim meet (Pam shuddered again.), Pam was still a remarkable swimmer.

Pam dove in, and did the breast stroke (the raunchiest sounding stroke). She reached the end of the pool, noticing happily another person, though she didn't know who, behind her still in the pool.

She got out of the pool, and went strait for the third and final tube. First. She climbed up some stairs, then got into the tube, crawled, hopped over a gap, climbed up an inverted tube, went straight again, hopped a gap, climbed some stairs, pulled down some Velcro, hopped a gap, crawled, went down a ramp, went up a much steeper ramp, pulled down some velcro, crawled for about 5 feet, pulled down more velcro, hopped a gap, and crawled for another ten feet.

She looked out the edge of the tube. All that seperated her from the smaller pool was a small thing of velcro, and about a 20 foot drop. Pam caught her breath, gulped, and dove from the tube.

The pool was deep though that was not Pam's first realization when she touched the surface. The first thing she noticed was it was not water at all but oil. She took but a second to marvel at just how exactly they got so much oil to fill this pool. It wasn't that wide, but... NO TIME! The ropes were about four feet away. There was already up each rope.

Sandra cheered her on, "Pam! If there's someone up there, try to get them off the rope!"

Pam moved as quickly as she could to the edge of the pool. She knew, all of a sudden that her clothes had not been that great for swimming. They were soaked in water, and now oil. It suddenly dawned on her why they needed oil. She tried climbing the rope. Rachel was ahead of her. Pam ran through a squishy pile of mud (barefoot) to get to the rope.

Pam got on the rope, and started to climb. After about two feet, Pam slipped and got a massively painful ropeburn. She kept trying and trying, and once she actually got up to where Rachel was. But Rachel skillfully and dextrously moved up to the seat on top of the rope.

Pam had lost. And almost fatefully, she fell at that moment. From ten feet. Into a pile of mud.

It was a humiliating loss.

[coolio5]

great post (as always)

[molten man]

Awesome post!!!!!

[Officelover]

Pam lay there in the mud. She was fully dressed, but now covered in mud. Memories floated back to when she was blackmailed by Daniel... how James had trained her. He had forced her into so much role play. First he made her become a footstool. Then she was a tree. Then she was a dog, and finally a horse. She remembered how he kicked her into a pile of mud and left her there. Her hand subconsiously moved to her pussy. She became slightly wet.

Then she felt a kick on her stomach. She snapped out of her fantasy, and looked up only to see Sandra. Sandra said, "Stop masturbating and get out of that mud!"

Pam didn't hesitate. She stood up, absolutely humiliated at what had just happened. She was caked in mud, and quietly asked Sandra if there was a way she could wash up. Sandra said, "Just a second, dear."

Sandra left, and Pam looked up at the beautiful night sky. She saw the moon and the stars. She was only interrupted by a splash of freezing, ice-cold water on her back. She swung around to see Sandra placing a metal pail on the ground.

Sandra walked, following the rest of the group which was headed towards the building. Pam called, "Wait up!" and hurried behind the group.

When they got inside the building, Sandra led them down a flight of stairs. They entered a room with a table. Sandra's cohort, William, handed out papers and pencils to everyone. He said, "These are tests. There are 5 questions. You have 5 minutes. Good luck."

Sandra and William left the room.

These were the questions:

"1. What is 2,987 x 3271?

2. When was the war of 1812?

3. How far can you walk into a forest?

4. What is the square root of 169?

5. Jimmy has 15 cents in two coins. One of them is not a nickel. What are the two coins that Jimmy has?"

These were Pam's answers:

"1. 9770477

2. 1812

3. Halfway

4. 13

5. A dime and a nickel."

One of these was wrong. The second one. It was from 1812 to 1814. This, unfortunately, was a costly mistake. So after five minutes, William and Sandra returned. William collected everyones test.

Sandra announced, "Now, I'll be grading these tests. In the meantime, William here is going to lead some exersizes for you. Sound good? Doesn't matter."

Sandra left the room, papers in hand, and William said, "All right, drop and give me twenty!"

Everyone fell to the ground. Pam hated exersize. She was healthy and physically fit, but she never saw the purpose in routine exersizes. Her least favorite class in high school had always been P.E.

Nonetheless, she did the push-ups without too much trouble. That's not exactly how it was, though, for Carmen and Nathan- who were not exactly physically fit.

William yelled at the two- "Carmen! Nathan! Give me 100 jumping jacks." Sweat pouring off their faces, the two got off the ground, glaced at eachother, and began to do jumping jacks.

William continued his exhausting physical routune until Sandra returned with the tests.

"I am pleased to announce," she announced, "that Phil and Peter have passed the test with flying colors. They made my life so much easier by being the only two with perfect scores. So let's have a round of applause for them."

They all applauded.

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Sorry for having this post so shamefully and dreadfully short.

Love,

Officelover

P.S.- Comments please!

[molten man]

Great writing as ususal!!