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Chapter 23 – Order of the Chalice

Shortly after my time with Jackie, Steve dropped by the shop late one morning. We talked as he purchased a few things for Jackie. It was lunch time by the time he completed his purchases. I got permission for Susan to go have lunch with Steve. We went to a café nearby, ordered cocktails and a light lunch. He gave me his overview of the formal dance weekend and I didn’t let on that I had already talked with his Jackie. “We had non-stop sex…don’t worry, I was gentle,” he assured me. “She is one sexy woman. I think she had fun and I know that I did! I’m pretty sure she orgasmed once or twice.

“Anyway, I have something for you…” Seeing my reaction, he added quickly, “No, you sexy little redhaired cumslut, not that…well not now at least. He then continued to tell me about his fraternity’s “Order of the Chalice”. I wasn’t sure if I should believe him or not; it sounded too good to be true. He said it was a select, “by invitation only” group of coeds who passed a special interviewing process. To be admitted, the girl had be attractive, have a high interest in sex, have an open mind, and be sponsored by a male member. It sparked my interest and I agreed to have Steve nominate me. I would masquerade as the fantasy coed, “Katie”. We parted after lunch and a warm hug. I congratulated him on his time with Jackie.

Finally, the evening came for my induction into this mystical “Order of the Chalice” at Steve’s fraternity. Other than the instructions in the card I had received, the one with the logo of a stemmed chalice on it, I knew little but suspected a lot. I had coordinated the scheduling of my “interviews” to coincide with Liam’s business travel. I was ready, willing and able to participate in these required “interviews”.

The card came addressed to “Katie”, the name Steve had used to introduce me to his brothers. It read: “Mistress Katie, you have been recommended as a suitable candidate for the honorable Order of the Chalice. Entry to his elite group of young women is by invitation only and involves an interview session with the Masters of the Order. Please report this Friday evening at 10pm. Arrive wearing conservative clothing but do bring a pair of high heels in a discrete parcel. Tell no one of the Order of the Chalice, this invitation, or your interview process.” And it was signed by “The Head Master”.

Steve had told me very little other than he had arranged for my “interview” knowing that Liam was away and I was available. I dressed in jeans, a pullover top, and flat shoes. Steve had suggested that I do apply makeup, so I had on my false eye lashes, silver eyeliner, heavy mascara and pink lipstick. I thought I looked good, like an innocent school girl who was hiding her “naughty” side.

I arrived at the fraternity house and was greeted by Steve, who was termed my “sponsor”. He escorted me to a small room upstairs. He was somber and formal as part of the role he was playing. He indicated a white silky robe handing on a hook in the room, and a white string bikini panty with the new hang tag still on. I was to change into these, put on my heels, and await further instruction. Steve pointed out a small bathroom should I need it, and then departed.

I did as I was told and sat in a chair quietly, dressed only in my white string bikini panties, my white robe, my black choker necklace and my heels. For the first time, I looked around the room more carefully. Two of the walls were covered with photographs of young coeds underneath the banner “Order of the Chalice”. One wall had similar photos under the banner of “Honorable Mention”. I got up to investigate. All of the photos had young women wearing identical white cotton ribbed sleeveless tank tops with a logo of a Chalice on the front. Also, on their tightly fitting shirts were tick marks, like someone keeping score. The girls on the “Honorable Mention” wall seemed to have 0 – 1 – 2 of these marks, while the girls on the “Order of the Chalice” wall had from 3 to 7 tick marks. Obviously, it was some kind of score keeping. The girls were a variety of white, black, and Asian. All were young coeds and were attractive. The photos were taken with them wearing the skimpy shirts and what looked like the same white panties as Steve had presented to me. The girls were standing in the middle of a group of young men wearing black hooded long robes. The men were also wearing eye masks like they were attempting to conceal their identify. The look on the girl’s faces varied from that of proud glee, to shyness, and some even appeared fearful. I was curious. Underneath the photo of each girl was an index card with their first name, the date of their Interview, the name of their Sponsor, and a number that corresponded to the number of tick marks showing on their undershirts. Then I noticed the little shelve under each girl’s photo. On it sat a small pink pillow with the girl’s name written on it with a Sharpie. Hanging under each shelf was each girl’s skimpy white tank top with the Chalice logo. I could see that a Sharpie had also been used to record the tick marks. Hanging around the hanger used for each shirt were the panties identical to the ones I was now wearing. So, each girl had her own little Shrine. And, there was a bare spot on the wall. Awaiting my photo? Hmmm…

There was a knock at the door. I hurried back to my chair, and answered, “Yes?”.

The door opened and in walked two figures that I assumed were men, wearing those long black hooded robes and eye masks. “Are you Maiden Katie,” one asked in a serious voice.

I responded, “yes”.

The one who had spoken corrected me, “Your response is ‘Yes, Master’ when you are addressed by a member of the Order.”

Yes, Master” I correctly responded.

I was led out the door and into the hallway. I saw two similarly robed men standing outside a door just down the hall. We approached that door, knocked, and were told to enter.

Inside, the room was dark, lit only by candles and smelling of incense. Dark shadows around the room indicated that there were a number of robed men standing. “Enter”, a voice said from the front of the room. There was a row of twelve seated robed figures in the front of the room. “Who is this maiden’s Sponsor?” Came the question from the same robed figure in the front of the dimly lit room.

“I am, Head Master”. I recognized Steve’s voice coming from behind me and felt relieved. Safe.

“Young Maiden, you have been nominated as a candidate for the Order of the Chalice. This is a high honor and one not to be taken lightly. Before we begin the interviewing process, I have some questions to ask. First, what is your name, just your first name will do?”

“Katie,” I answered tentatively, and then immediately added, “…Master”.

“You will address me as Head Master, young Maiden,”

“Yes, Head Master”.

“Are you here on your free will, Maiden Katie?”

“Yes, Head Master.”

“What you will learn here is of the utmost importance and must be protected by secrecy. Is that clear, Maiden Katie?”

“Yes, Head Master.”

“Maiden Katie, as a candidate for inclusion in the order, your Sponsor has assured us of your talents and interests. To ensure the purity of our candidates, I must ask you now: are you a virgin, or were you once a virgin?”

There was stifled laughter from the group of robed men standing behind me. I wanted to laugh, too, but managed to keep a straight face. “Yes, Head Master. I was once a virgin”.

“Thank you, Maiden. Sponsor, please escort the Maiden candidate to her first interview and issue her a kneeling pillow.”

“Yes, Head Master,” I heard my Steve say. He took me by my elbow and walked me to stand in front of my first black robed figure. “Please remove your robe, Maiden Katie.” I hesitated but knew this was going to happen. I wasn’t embarrassed of my body. I accepted that I was a petite, skinny little thing with small breasts. I like my body. I unfastened my robe and slide it off my shoulders. I handed it to Steve. He handed me one of those little pink pillows and I saw that it had my name “Katie” written with a Sharpie. “Please kneel, Maiden candidate. Your interview process will be directed by the Head Master. Listen carefully.” With that, Steve helped me to kneel.

Addressing the group of robed men behind me, the Head Master instructed them, “members of the Order of the Chalice, you are aware of the importance of your seed and the role of the female to cherish your seed. During the interviewing process, should your passions rise and you seek relief, please use the Chalice provided on the table. You are encouraged seek to fill this sacred Chalice. Cameras are permitted but I remind you of the importance of secrecy. No photos or videos are to be shared outside of the Order. Doing so will result in your expulsion from the Order and this fraternity. Are there any questions?”

The room remained silent. Turning back to me, the Head Master instructed “Maiden Katie, as a candidate for acceptance into the Order of the Chalice, you will be asked to satisfy the manly needs of the interviewing members. No maiden has yet to successfully complete her interviewing process with each of the 12 judges. I challenge you to be the first Maiden to complete her interview with each judge. Are you willing to accept that challenge?”

I was getting tingly with anticipation. “Yes, Head Master. I accept your kind challenge,” I said, hopefully not too eagerly.

“Then let the interviews begin!” There was a supportive cheer from the room.

The Interviewers arose from their chairs and stepped forward in a line across. When they were assembled, the command was given to “pull the cord”. In unison, they tugged on the cord holding their robes closed, and the robes fell open revealing their naked bodies and excited erections. The first Interviewer swept his robe open wild with both hands and then placed them proudly on his hips. He stood before me, his white skinned nakedness exposed under his robe, His erection was standing straight out and pointing at my nose as I kneeled. I could hear and feel the excitement in the room behind me. A chant started “suck-suck-suck-suck…” I looked up at the Interviewer. He smiled down at me still wearing his eye mask. “Begin, young Maiden. Do what you are destined to do.”

I leaned forward, reaching up with my hand to grasp his erect cock. Holding his cock, I looked up at him and saw him grinning down at me. I stroked his cock several times and then lowered my mouth on him. I could hear the “Suck-suck-suck” chant from the robed figures standing behind me as I made love to his cock with my mouth. I glanced up again to see him still standing proudly with his hands on his naked hips as I gave him oral sex. I heard him ask, “Are you ready, young maiden?” and without waiting for any response from me, he moaned, shook, and ejaculated in my mouth. Caught off guard, I coughed, which made the room cheer, but I was able to hold and swallow most of his load. I had already decided to make a show of the twelve Interviewers ejaculating as much for the entertainment value of the robed men watching, as for controlling the amount of semen I was swallowing. I just knew that the Chalice was heading my way at some point!

Looking up at him, I said “Thank you, Master.” He was smiling and obviously satisfied. The next Interviewer shifted over to stand in front of me. His face was hidden as well, but it was obvious that he was an athletic African American man. Without hesitation, I reached for his cock and repeated what I had just completed with the first Interviewer. He rested his hand on my head and when he came, he held my head onto his cock as he spasmed. I was gasping for air, when he finally released my head. I allowed some of his semen to escape and droll down my chin.

A robed figure appeared next to me holding a large double shot glass. “I understand you prefer Bushmill’s Redbush, maiden. Please enjoy this with our compliments…consider it a “palet cleanser”. I accepted the glass, turned and toasted those gathered in the room behind me, and tossed it down my throat.

The process repeated with the third and fourth Interviewers. I was pleased on how well I was doing as I had never dreamed of attempting to suck a dozen men at one time… and here I had just completed my first four! I downed another shot of Redbush offered to me. I knew I must be a mess to look at.

Number five surprised me. I guessed that he was of Asian descent but I couldn’t tell anything more. I was sucking his cock when he suddenly pulled his erection from my mouth. I was surprised and looked up at him. With two firm strokes, he ejaculated shooting his streams up my nose and over my face. The room erupted in a cheer and I noticed several “high fives” being exchanged along with some lude comments. He was smiling broadly from under his eye mask. I smiled back as I used a finger to scoop cum from my eye and insert it into my mouth.

I had no problem continuing my “interviews”. The house was obviously diverse in its membership, so I enjoyed the variety of men presented to me. I knew photos and videos were being taken, but I didn’t mind. It seemed that after every two interviews I was offered a shot of Redbush whiskey. The room was alive with the electricity of sex. I noticed a group of men standing at the Chalice table, robes open, looking at me lustfully and masturbating. I knew where they would empty and collect their cum!

I finished #10, and knew I was almost done. I was tired, semen dripping off my chin and done my chest, but I was very satisfied. I downed the offered shot of Redbush and #11 stepped in front of me, robe open and erection ready. I looked up and smiled and began my labor of love. I sensed that the guys towards the end of the Interview line were just thankful that I had progressed to reach them. He came quickly, all in my mouth. He held my head on his erupting cock, so I pretty much had to swallow everything. I coughed slightly, but said my usual “Thank you, Master.”

The final Interviewer now stood before me. The room was buzzing with my performance. As soon as his robe opened, I knew who it was. I knew that cock and body anywhere. It was Steve! I looked up at him with excitement. I could only see his smile, but I knew I had made him proud in front of his fraternity brothers. I put both of my hands on his erect shaft and started pumping it up and down. I then teasingly kissed the tip of his swollen cockhead. Looking up at him, I lowered my mouth onto his stiff penis. I heard the room respond with moans and groans, but I didn’t care. I knew how Steve enjoyed his cock to be sucked and did my best not to disappoint.

When I finally started to sense the subtle changes in his body indicating his approaching orgasm, I doubled-down on my efforts; as much for the group of other Masters as for anything else. Suddenly, Steve’s hands were on either side of my head. I knew what was to follow.

He body stiffened and shook and his hands held my head on his cock. He exploded violently: Once! Twice! With him holding my head, I couldn’t swallow or breathe. I gagged. He released my head. I recoiled backwards and his semen load sprayed from my gasping mouth. The room cheered loudly in appreciation as his semen streamed down my chin and onto my bare chest. I was gulping for air, sitting back on my heels. I looked up at him, sure that my face and body were a cummy mess. In my best innocent school girl voice, I said “Thank you, Master.” The room loved it. I could see cell phone cameras everywhere.

The voice of the Head Master spoke: “Interviewers, how do you vote on our candidate Maiden, Katie?”

From the First Interviewer on down, they all firmly stated “Aye, Head Master!” I felt rewarded, exhausted and a total mess, but happy.

“Maiden Katie, your final step in your induction into the Order of the Chalice is to partake of the sacred Chalice. Please bring the sacred Chalice forward.” One of the Masters in the room grabbed the Chalice and brought it to the front of the room. It was a large goblet and was nearly full of milky white semen! Oh my! My expression must have indicated my unspoken thoughts and the room gathered around me expectantly. Many were grinning lustfully. “Hand the sacred Chalice, full of our combined seed, to the maiden candidate.” I reached for it tentatively as it was extended towards me.

“Point of Order, Head Master,” a voice said. A robed figure moved forward.

“Yes, Master?”

“I have an urgent need to add a final contribution to the sacred Chalice, if I may.”

“Request granted,” the Head Master said knowingly.

The robed figure stepped in front of me, opening his robe. His erection stood straight out, hard and excited. “Hold the Chalice for the Master to use, maiden candidate.” I held it out towards him. He immediately started stroking his cock and within seconds, he spurted his semen into the Chalice, spilling some on my hand. He finished his stroking and wiped the oozing tip of his cock on the rim of the Chalice.

“Well done, Brother,” the Head Master complimented.

“Maiden Katie,” said the Head Master, “you have proven yourself worthy by successfully completing your interviewing process with a perfect score. Well done, young maiden. Now you must drink from the cup of collected seed of our Order. No maiden has yet to drain the contains of the entire cup into her mouth. Consider yourself challenged to be the first such maiden. If you are unable to complete the draining of the Chalice, we understand. Any remaining contents will be emptied onto your head and hair. Are you ready, maiden candidate Katie?”

I looked down at the goblet filled almost to the top with semen. Could I really do this? It had to be 10 oz of sperm! I stared at the milky white soup of seed and made up my mind to drink it down. Then, the Masters started singing a serenade:
“Here’s to Katie, she’s true blue.
She’s a cumslut through and through.
She’s a cumslut so they say,
Tried to go to heaven but couldn’t get away.
So, drink! Chugalug, Chugalug, Chugalug!
So, drink! Chugalug, Chugalug, Chugalug!
So drink…”

As they chatted the chorus over and over, I lifted the sacred Chalice to my lips, and tipped it back. The room erupted in cheers as I continued to gulp its contents. Once I started, it all slid out in a glob. I continued to swallow, paused for a quick breath, and then emptied the Chalice. Applause broke out in appreciation of my accomplishment. I sat back on my heels, gasping for air and feeling the stirring in my stomach. I hoped I could keep it all down.

“Rise, Maiden Katie. We welcome you, with honors, to our Order!” More cheers and applause. “Sponsor, please present your member maiden with her honorary shirt.”

I stood. Tired. Semen still running down my face and chest, sticky and drying.

I was still wearing only my white string bikini panties, heels and black choker. Master Steve stepped forward with my ribbed sleeveless cotton tank top. He displayed the front to me and the other Masters. “Next to the logo of the sacred Chalice, you will see twelve tick marks, the number 12 written, and the words “Plus the full Chalice!”

“Congratulations, maiden Katie.” He helped me put the shirt on over my sticky bare body. “Wear this garment only when you are here during functions with the Order. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Master,” I replied smiling. I was so proud of myself. He handed me a glass of Redbush and we toasted each other.

As the room started emptying, Master Steve escorted me back to the room where I had started the evening. He indicated the blank spot on the Order of the Chalice wall. “Your photo will appear there in just a little bit. If you are feeling okay, you can go into the bathroom, clean-up and change back into your street clothes. Hang your tank top and panties on this hanger…” he held out the hanger to me. “Your were amazing, Maire. Amazing. I’d hug you, but…” you indicated my messy body. We both shared a laugh. “Are you will okay?”

I weakly nodded, my head knowing that my bowels were cramping. I went into the bathroom and Steve departed. I looked at myself in the mirror. Mascara was running down my cheeks, but my false eyelashes had stayed on. Of course, my lipstick was long ago wiped on the cocks I had pleasured. I smiled to myself and started to clean my face and body with a wet washcloth. I could feel my bowels cramping, so I sat on the toilet. It didn’t take long until I emptied myself. Yuk! But I did feel much better. I wondered how much semen I had consumed: 12 judges (except what went onto my face, or leaked from my mouth) plus the full Chalice (maybe another dozen men). Wow! I freshened myself and dressed in my street clothes.

Walking out of the bathroom with the tank top and white panties on the hanger, I was greeted by a dressed and smiling Steve. He took the hanger and proudly waved to the spot on the wall that had been bare. It now contained a framed photo, similar to the other girls, of me surrounded by the Masters. I looked a mess, but a happy and smiling mess! Steve put his arm around my shoulder and hugged me. He also seemed proud. “One of the Masters has a color photo printer, and we already had frames ready for additional maidens…” There was a little card under my photo like the other girls with my name, “Katie”, the number 12 was circled, and a comment about the “full chalice”. “Very nice, Maire.”

I put my arms around his waist. “Thanks for all this. It was fun. It’s funny to see this shrine to “Katie”, isn’t it?” We both laughed.

“Okay, now to get you home, Maire.”