Incest/Taboo In The Redwoods

I find that lately I've become something of a masochist. Not the crazy cut myself on the wrists just for the love of pain kind of masochist, but there was something.

About a year ago my mom decided to move us to California. After living in Seattle for my entire life the idea of moving to anywhere in a hot semi-arid state sounded like hell. I liked the rain and the hustle and bustle of a big city and not being too far from the ocean.

In California I would be Separated from the beach by about a hundred miles and I would have no friends to get a ride to it anyway. I didn't exactly know what the place we were going looked like, but what's to know it's California that's like the drug capitol of the country the Capitol city Sacramento was the meth capitol.

The worst part of all this was that I had a life back in Seattle. I had a job, best friends, and a college plan. The only reason I wasn't staying behind was because it was still three weeks before I turned eighteen so legally I had to go with my mom. The funny thing was that I couldn't go back right away because I didn't have a job, a car, or friends.

We were driving the last stretch on the I-5 before we turned off some remote highway. "I've never heard of this highway before," I said.

"That's because you've never been on it before," Mom said.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"I told you, Humboldt county," she said.

"You know what I mean."

She sighed, "It was supposed to be a surprise, but I've got some good news and some bad news," she said.

"Oh god what's the bad news?"

"The city is in the middle of a forest," she said.

"What the hell mom; you didn't think that maybe I'd want to know that before we left?"

"I knew you wouldn't leave, you've never even been to a forest before and somehow you hate them."

"I have so been to forests in Washington. They were all over the place."

"Compared to this one those were weeds, what's wrong with forests anyway?" she asked.

"I don't like shoes, you know that. Forests are full of unpredictable ground that make my kind of lifestyle really painful," I said. As I said it I knew she wasn't going to care.

"I'd call you a tree hugger, but that would be wrong wouldn't it," she said.

I looked out the window into the dimming light. The two of us sat quietly for about five minutes until I realized that I had cut her off.

"What's the good news?" I asked. She looked at me sternly in the 'why should I tell you now' kind of look.

"I'm sorry, I'm just stressing right now," I said trying to make it better.

"The good news is that it's a coastal city, we'll be within walking distance of the ocean," she said.

I could almost see my skin starting to glow. "I thought you said we'd be far from the beach?" I asked.

"What I said was, 'It's a long drive to the beach'. If you walk out the back door it's only a couple hundred yards," she said pursing her lips into an evil little grin.

I felt like I'd just gotten the biggest payoff of my life. I wouldn't have friends to be with at the beach, but at least I wouldn't have to sponge off of them just to get there. Not to mention that being next a forest meant there would be loads of driftwood which meant big warm fires at night. I took her hand and laced our fingers together.

"Sorry for doubting you," I said.

"Dork," she said.

I chuckled, "Jerk."

I rested my head against her shoulder and let the hum of the truck engine lull me into that odd state between sleep and consciousness when you know you could probably just open your eyes whenever you want to, but time still passes really fast and you feel really tired when you wake up.

The truck engine turned off. I opened my eyes and it was pitch black outside. "Tess where here sweetie," mom whispered.

I groaned and rubbed my eyes out. Mom opened the door and the brisk air sobered my head.

I got out of the car. The ground was lumpy and uneven beneath my feet, but the air smelled like the sea brine that I smelled every day when I would spend the summer with my grandmother. I felt so happy that I didn't even complain when I was asked to unpack the truck now instead of waiting for tomorrow.

We carried everything into the house. Unfortunately the moving truck wouldn't arrive until the next day, so mom and I had to share the big camping cot that used to be dad's. My dad was a big guy, about three hundred pounds. When he died of a heart attack at the age of 45 mom and I started going on runs every day. Sometimes together, but mostly at different times of day. She's a morning person, I'm a night person.

We got all of the stuff we couldn't live without in the house and go ready for bed. "Which on is the bathroom?" I asked.

"That's the next surprise, there are two bathrooms," she said.

I was stunned for a second, but then I squealed and slammed into her. We jumped up and down like little girls who had just been given Ken's mansion for Christmas. For the longest time we had all lived in a house with one bathroom and it was even worse when my brother still lived with us. I'll love him to pieces but showering together became really hard after we reached puberty. It wasn't the sexual aspect if there was one thing that I never had to worry about is was Alexander being attracted to me. It was just hard because I liked to shave my legs in the shower and he was tall so he had to bend over to rinse out his hair. Needless to say there was a lot of bashing of butt cheeks and cursing at each other.

Now it was just mom and I and we each had our own bathroom. "Alright so which one's mine?" I asked.

"Well let's go establish that shall we," she said. We walked down the hallway and she turned on all the lights on the way. I had only ever seen pictures of the place, but mom had been here a few times. She opened one door and then another door directly across from it.

"They're the same design just mirror images," she said.

This was going to be awesome.

Three weeks later:

I was eighteen. My birthday was yesterday and now I could do what I wanted. I had been to the beach and it was better than I could have ever hoped. The sand was softer than I thought it would be and the driftwood burned on contact with matches. There was just one problem; it was almost always populated, until the wee hours of the night. That forced my . . . well private time to be inside the house which just felt weird. I had never had sex in the technical sense, but I found out early in life what climaxing felt like and ever since then I couldn't seem to get enough. I hadn't been able to do it since I almost got caught a week ago at the beach. Needless to say I was a little frustrated. It was Thursday, so mom was teaching all day and I didn't have to do anything until my job started Monday.

I decided to clear my head and take a walk. I was about to walk to the beach, but it had a hundred people in it. I rolled my eyes and went into the forest. I stepped over roots and weeds. As I went deeper into the woods sounds became unknown. The trees here were massive at the base and had to be hundreds of feet tall. I used to climb the tree in our front yard when I was a kid, but this would have been crazy. I sat down at the base of a tree and rested my feet. I took the tie out of my hair and let it fall around my shoulders. I took a few strands of it between my fingers and sighed. It was getting so long and bushy that I felt like a lion with a black curly mane. My eyes closed and I tried to listen for anything, but all I could get was the sound of animals and the rustling of branches. It was oddly peaceful.

In the woods back home you would expect nothing less than green moss everywhere, but here it was all brown and woodsy. Brown was my favorite color, I know that sounds odd, but brown is warm and cozy and reminds me of hot cocoa. I even started to feel warm thinking about it . . . hot even.

My heart sped up and I reached under my shirt and my cool hand ran goose bumps up my warm skin. I undid my bra and caressed my breast hardening my nipples. I reached into my panties past the thick curls of hair. The heat was scorching on my fingers. I rubbed my clit with my index finger and slipped my middle finger just inside the opening right around my g-spot. I rested my head against the tree trunk as my hands started to warm up and wet. I moaned softly and put my ring finger in with my middle finger causing amazing convulsions of my abdomen. I was getting so wet that I was dripping into my panties. I pulled down my pants and sat bare skinned on the roots.

"Oh yeah," I moaned. God this was amazing, I never thought I would feel this great out in the forest. I did a half assed check to see if anyone was out there, but I couldn't see anyone. Oh who cares. I curled my fingers and went faster and faster. I stopped for a moment and tore off the rest of my clothes. No one was around so who gave a fuck. I fell face down in the dirt and continued tearing myself up.

I could feel some of the roots and rocks digging painfully into my skin. I was about to shift positions but I started to climax so I didn't want to stop. I sped up and my heart pounded in my chest. "Oh yes yes yes!" I screamed when my climax saturated the soil. I cuts on my skin were somehow making my orgasm stronger so I pressed harder against the ground and my whole body shuddered like a fissure in the earth had just opened beneath me.

I came down from my sadistic self fucking breathing heavily. I rolled over on my side and opened my eyes. There was still no one around so I rested for a moment with a relieved smile on my face. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but I could feel blood starting to flow from openings I made and it was getting colder.

I stood up and put my clothes back on and walked home. My breath was coming out staggered and in big huffs. I was trembling from the release. I looked around and the forest had a new air of sanctuary to it. This wasn't going to be my last trip here.

A month after that:

I had a job waiting tables at the diner so I could earn my keep at the house. Every few days I would go into the forest and fuck myself bloody. The first couple of times my mom thought I had an accident or something because of how many bruises I had on my face, but lately I've been keeping it to spots that I can cover up. It was odd; I still loved being on the beach, but being nude in the redwood forest, scraping, tearing, and fucking myself crazy was something that I didn't think I would ever tire of. It was a little strange being so content with my own body and causing pain to myself to heighten sexuality, but I could care less about the moralities of hurting myself.

After my shift ended I was aching for some release. I clocked out and hung up my apron, "Bye guys," I called behind me. There were mixed goodbyes that I barely heard. Making friends was a slow process. I walked home; which was like a mile if even that. Unfortunately living in a small town meant that everybody knew everybody and when you were a new person in a small town people noticed you, but after a while the thrill goes away and I just become another person. I got home and headed for my room. My mom was still at the college so I undress and put my robe on. I went out into the trees wearing only that. I ran for about 800 meters before I let the front of the robe fly open.

About two weeks ago I found a tree that had a large space under it caused by erosion. It was like a cage because of the way the roots made it, but when I got down there I never felt more free. I found my tree and tossed my robe in the opening. I stretched for a moment inhaling the air around me. I sat down next to my other home and sat for a moment.

Most people worried about getting dirt on their clothing or under their nails out here and it did bother me at first, but after a while I learned to love it. I still had to pick it out so my mother didn't wonder what I was doing with my spare time. I didn't really care what anyone else thought, but I didn't want to be committed.

I started to rub the skin of my back against the tree bark and the sting of loose pieces made me want more. I squeezed into my hole in the ground and was instantly surrounded by a very dim lit cove. I bet it got flooded here when it rained, but for now I would just enjoy it.

I laid on my back scraping my body against the rough ground. At first it hurt more and more each time, but now it was starting to hurt less and less. I pinched my already hard nipples until I started to wet. I reached one hand down and began teasing myself. I didn't last very long before I just plunged in with both fingers.

I had this problem-or quirk-where I would squirt violently whenever I would climax and even more came out if I was toying with my g-spot. That's why I started masturbating outside in the first place. On beaches it was more of a soothing feeling, like I was letting my pleasure flow through the sand in a slow, but still relieving manner. Here it was as if the forest was beckoning me and the pain was practically my lover.

I felt myself slowly coming to climax, but I didn't want it to end yet. I turned over on my front and my breasts got some scrapes.

"That's more like it," I whimpered. I made love to the ground and she made love to me. Just then I heard footsteps near the mouth of my little hovel.

I stopped dead and took my fingers out. I could hear them still moving so I inched towards the entrance and looked around. I was expecting maybe animals, bird watchers, or hikers because that's what I've seen in the past, but nothing could have prepared me for this.

There were two people and man and a woman they were walking through the woods side by side. They looked so similar that there was no doubt that they were siblings. That wouldn't be so strange if they weren't completely naked.

God they were perfect, they were like angels walking through the woods. Sure the woman's legs were unshaven, but still somehow silky looking. Not to mention her breasts were enormous, at least DD cup. Sure they hung a little lower than mine, but that just meant she never wore a bra. The man was like a model. His ass was tight and swayed back and forth, god I just wanted to squeeze it. The strangest thing about the two of them was that they had calluses all over their skin particularly their hands and feet.

Maybe they were just nudists or going to the optional clothing portion of the beach, but then why would they be in the forest and I didn't think there were any nudist communities nearby. One of my problems was that I was really curious.

When they were far enough away I crawled out of my hole. It didn't really matter if they saw me considering we were all naked, but it was still weird. I followed them for a moment, but then I got a terrible feeling that they might be worse than I was thinking. I started to inch backwards when I collided with something a little too smooth to be a tree.

I turned around and found another man. "Are you a sister? I've never seen you before," he said.

"I'm sorry?" I said as a question.

He looked at me as if checking me out, so I took the initiative to check him out. God he was beautiful. His muscles were hard and perfect. The skin on his hands were callused like stone and he had random scrapes all over his body. The one thing that caught my eye was his better than average dick, it was huge!

"You . . . you look like a sister, but at the same time you don't," he said.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Obviously you're not, so I'm sorry for bothering you," he said curtly. He started to walk away.

"Wait don't go, please tell me what you mean," I said.

He stopped for a moment. "I can't."

I sighed, "Can I at least know your name?" I asked.

"Riley."

"Thanks, I'm Tessa," I said. He walked away and I couldn't really help but to stare at his bare ass the whole time. I waited to see where he was going but then he bounded off the trees like a fucking ninja on steroids and just like that he was gone.

"What the hell?" I whispered to myself. I ran back into my little hole and stayed there. I rested there without touching myself the rest of the day. The entire time I just wondered who those people were, where they were going, and what they were going to exactly.

The sky started to dim so I grabbed my robe and climbed back out of the hole. I ran home open robed. I thought about that man and how he was able to run incredibly fast and jump ten feet off the ground. I started running fast until my lungs strained for air and the ground cut up my feet from slamming into the ground so hard. I put the bulk of it into my toes and I sped up even more. Before I knew it I was almost home. I slowed to a halt and closed my robe.

I went inside and mom was at her desk grading papers. "Hey Tess where've you been?" She asked.

"Just went for a walk in the woods," I said.

"Without any clothes?"

"You should try it sometime, it's really nice."

"Thanks but no thanks Tessa Rene," she said.

I went into my room and thought I would be able to relax here, but I couldn't stop thinking about those people in the forest. I laid naked on my bed and thought about him, Riley. The man with the perfect everything. He had blonde hair and bright blue eyes, but his skin wasn't thin and wispy looking like most light skinned people. I shouldn't really talk considering how pale I am, but my eyes were dark green.

"Tessa dinner!" mom called from the kitchen.

I took a deep breath through my nose and got dressed. It was so odd wearing clothes again. I went out and ate dinner with my mom. We talked about mundane things like her classes and my job. Part of me wished I could tell her about Riley, but she's not that open minded.

After dinner I put the left overs away and we did the dishes. I went to my room after we were done and the first thing I did was take my clothes off again. I went to my wall mirror and really looked at myself. I was average height for a girl being 5'6". I wore a 36 D cup and I had a decent figure. Not quite the goddess I saw in the forest today, but I looked alright.

Maybe that was the problem that Riley had with me. I wasn't strong enough . . . at least not yet. I wonder what he did to make himself so powerful. My eyes started to flutter shut until I was asleep.

The next two weeks:

I had been to the gym every morning and every night for 14 days. I think I ran about sixty miles this week. Every time I got soreness I would just run it off. I never wore shoes anymore except at work and half of my runs were out in the woods without any clothes on. It was weird having my boobs jiggle so much, but I was getting used to it.

One day I was running through the woods and I slowed to a walk when I came a across my little tree cove. I slid in and rested for a bit. I spit on my hand and rubbed my sweating labia. "Mm, oh it's been too long," I realized out loud as I slid my fingers into my dripping sex. It ached a bit from the stretching. I was still technically a virgin so I was a bit of a wuss. After a minute or two I started to feel only the pleasure.

I slammed my body against the ground and got cuts and scrapes all over my arms. Good god I really had problems. I sped up until my arm was sore and climaxed hard and sprayed the ground. My life was starting to seem a little repetitive. Work out, job, work out, masturbate, eat and sleep. I was content with my existence, but it left a little more to be desired.

I heard footsteps again, the quiet kind of people not wearing shoes. I crept to the entrance again and found two women nude one redhead and a brunette and him . . . Riley. I felt a pang of jealousy when I saw the way the women looked at Riley.

"Come on Feathers what are you looking for?" One of them called.

"I smell it again," he said.

"Smell what?" The other girl asked.

"I don't know, it's amazing I've never smelled anything like it before, but I can't explain it," he said.

"Well close your eyes and look for the source if it's that important," the red head said.

The brunette's head responded as if someone had just called her. She nudged the redhead, "Hey Feathers we have to get going, you comin'," she asked.

"No I'm going to hang here for a little longer," he said.

"Whatever, come home when you're done sniffin' around Feathers," the brunette called. The two of them bounded up the trees like squirrels. I shook my head incredulously, but put my focus back on Riley Feathers . . . What a weird name.

He sat on the ground cross legged, closed his eyes, and took a slow deep breath through his nose. God he was beautiful. I found myself imagining sitting in his lap with my legs wrapped around his waist both of our eyes closed with contented lovemaking. I didn't really know what sex-real sex I mean-was like, but I've heard it was really painful at first and then super amazing. I wondered if I could help him with whatever he was looking for.

I climbed out of my hole and walked towards him. His eyes opened and he jumped to his feet without using his hands.

"What the-where did you come from?" He asked.

"I just heard about your dilemma and I wondered if I could help," I said.

He shook his head, "I doubt it," he said.

He turned around, "What is your problem, every time I see you I get blown off. If it's because I'm unattractive just tell me," I said.

I can't believe I just said all that. Sure it was true, but it's not exactly and engaging second conversation you have with someone much stronger than you. His head turned and he glared at me. He sped over to me and an ungodly pace.

"My problem is people who don't want to accept my lifestyle; people like you," he said. He was three feet from my toes and looked terrifying, but I was far from scared right now. I could practically feel my vision turning red. I stepped toward him until I was inches from his face.

"That's pretty rich coming from someone who has no idea about how I live," I said.

"What's to know, you're all the same when you find out about us and because of our pacifist nature we can't harm you. When people find out about us we have to move to a different part of the country wearing clothes for months on end until we find the perfect place," he said.

"Back up, I don't know anything about you or the people you live with. Secondly I don't really care about your lifestyle so long as you're not some kind of cannibal. Lastly, the only reason I've even met you is because I run naked through the woods and spend my time in a root hole under a tree. Do you really think I'm going to tell anyone about that?" He stared at me for the longest time, but he didn't look mad anymore.

"What?" I asked.

"It's you, you're the one who smells so good," he said.

"Were you even listening to anything I just said Riley?"

"Sorry, yes I did. We just get a sensitive about the way we live that's all. Do you mind if I smell you?" he asked. I have to admit that is the first time anyone has ever said that to me quite so bluntly . . . or you know at all.

"Um okay sure," I answered. I probably wouldn't mind him doing anything to me at this point. He walked around me like a hunting cat circling his prey. I could feel the blood in my cheeks giving me away, but thankfully his eyes were shut. He got on his knees in front of me and put his nose right above the hair above my just recently drenched sex. He placed his hands on either of my hips and took a deep breath. I gasped.

"Mm, I never would have imagined," he whispered. I shivered when his hot breath blew against my abdomen and his tough hands grazed my skin. He stood up in front of me and looked me in the eyes. My breathing sped up.

"I wonder if you could become one of us," he said.

"I'd have to know what you're talking about," I said.

He looked around, "Is there somewhere we can go that is private?" He asked.

I took his hand and walked over to my tree. I pointed to the hole between the roots and the ground, "Can you fit in there?" I asked.

"I can get in the hole no problem, but how big is the space?" he asked.

"Big enough for a few people," I said.

"Ladies first Tessa, show me how it's done," he said holding out his hand. I dove in and the second I got in I realized how much it smelled in here . . . smelled like me. He slid in and looked around after he got settled.

"Nice spot, very comfortable and . . ." he stopped and smelled the air.

"Yeah it's where I . . . have my private time," I said.

"So this is what I was smelling when you were gone, why is it so strong? I've smelled women before, but it's never been this powerful," he said.

I cleared my throat, "I'll tell you when I'm ready," I said.

"Alright, here's the thing; I live in a secret society of nature dwellers, but it's not all Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. The first thing we do is establish trust, if the elders trust you, then you will be put through the most rigorous training given on this planet. After that it's actually very simple. I can't tell you where we dwell right away, but I can tell you where new members can . . . well apply I guess," he said.

"Okay um, where do I go?" I asked.

"I'll show you," he said. He looked around the entrance and jumped out. He offered me a hand and pulled me out in one swift motion. The opening scraped some of my skin. I know it's wrong, but I loved that he was the one who caused it.

I walked alongside him with my hand in his. I knew that if I let go he would not pick my hand back up, so I kept up with his rigorous walking pace. We stopped at a large tree with an N carved in it.

"Alright, go left from the N until you reach another tree with an arrow pointing up. That means you go down. There is another underground cave much like the one you have only much larger. Walk around the tree for a bit until you come across a metal sheet in the ground then knock on it exactly five times," he said.

I nodded, "If you don't mind my asking, what are you doing out here naked in the first place?" He asked.

"At first it was just a place to come out for alone time, after a while it just became what I did every day," I said. I wasn't going to tell him that the only reason I kept coming out here naked was so I didn't run into him dressed by accident.

He smiled and he teeth were pearly somehow. "Your courage is very admirable Tessa. I'm going to get going, do you want me to walk you back?" He asked. The way his voice caressed my name in that last sentence made me practically giddy.

"Yes please," I said perhaps smiling a little too much.

He took my hand and we walked back to my tree. I took a lot less time than I thought.

"Alright Tessa, I'll see you soon," he said.

"See ya Riley," I said waving my finger like an infatuated teenager.

He laughed and bounded off into the distance. "What the hell kind of response is that?" I thought scolding myself out loud.

I walked back home and through the back door. "Hey Tess," mom said from her desk. I greeted her and walked into my room. I plopped down on my bed and closed my eyes.

Was I actually considering this? Would I really just leave my whole world behind just to live in some society of ridiculously strong nudists. I'll admit I've never really had a plan for the future and being part of a society that was as free as everyone being called brother and sister would be just like being a Mormon without all the strictness would be great.

Something just occurred to me. I walked right through the back door of the house butt ass naked and my mother didn't even notice. That moment of shock revealed itself in my heightened pulse. I jumped out of bed and put on a tank top and shorts as fast as I could manage. Ugh it felt wrong. Doctors always say that you can't feel clothes on your skin because you wear them so often, but that was a habit I was slowly breaking. I used a silk wrap to keep my boobs in place so my nipples didn't show.

I laid back down and came up with some options. The Pros of this option were that I would be out of my mother's house which was something I've dreamt of since dad died, I would probably never have to wear clothes again, I could live the simple life I've always desired, and-the most irrational reason-I could be with Riley (Even though his last name was probably Feathers). The Cons were that I might never see my mother or brother again which meant no auntie time with my future nieces and nephews, I would have to go through that wicked death defying physical conditioning that Riley mentioned, I might have to relocate at a moment's notice, and no one would approve of me accept for the people I lived with. Plus I could just be dreaming about being with Riley, he might not even care about my existence, he might just like the way my vagina smelled.

I already knew what I was going to do. I just had to come up with a reason to leave.

The very next month:

I felt like I had been walking for hours. I turned left at the tree with the N and walked as straight as I could manage. I could smell the brine of the sea from being so close to the ocean. I told my mom that I got a college scholarship at the University of Puget Sound and that I was going to be gone for the next four years. I would have to come up with excuses for a while until I somehow found another reason for never coming home again. I was still getting over that.

I was about to give up and turn around when I saw a very strange tree in the distance. I started running towards it for lack of patience and found that it was not only the tree I was looking for, but it was right next to beach . . . a very populated beach. I was about to hide when I saw that everyone on the sand was naked. I found a sign in the distance that read Clothing Optional. I sighed in relief and started walking around the massive tree. Fuck, the base must have been twenty feet in diameter it was ridiculous.

Eventually I stepped on a hard piece of the ground that gave a little. I got on my knees and felt around until I wiped away the dirt. I knocked on the hollow ground exactly 5 times and waited. I fell through the ground and landed hard on my side.

"Right, guess I had that coming," I whispered.

"Don't worry child, you're not the first and you won't be the last," said an old voice from just above my head.

I stood up to get a better look at my host. He was very dark skinned, about five feet tall, and naked like everyone else. She looked beautiful for her clearly old age. The only indicator of her age was her voice.

"Do you know where you are?" She asked.

"If I did, do you think I would have fallen through the door?" I asked.

She smiled and laughed, "I suppose not." She pulled a robe and the doors above us shut. It was lower than I thought.

"My name is Elder Wind, but my first name is Teresa, you may call me either. You were led here under the impression of living the style of the naturists am I correct?" She asked.

"Yes Elder Wind," I said.

"You will be give the test of the trusted for the first week, after which we will train you using our ancient styles. If you can pass all the tests then you will be given tasks to choose from given to your specific talents. Once all this is through then you can take a home and a husband if you wish. Are you ready?" She asked

"Yes Elder Wind," I said.

"Say the words."

"I am ready."

"We shall begin then, what is your full legal name?" She asked.

"Tessa Rene Brown."

She asked a multitude of questions that I couldn't really lie about. Strangely she was writing it down with a ball point pen on regular paper.

"Alright are you a virgin?" She asked.

I hesitated at first, "Yes," I answered.

"That's good it means finding a husband will be an easier process. Alright are you against polygamy?" She asked.

What an odd question, "Um not if it's for love," I said.

She asked more awkward questions than I really care to say. I answered them all truthfully even though she pursed her lips at some of my opinions.

"Alright last question, we have a population wide orgy for all new members and you are required to take every form of sex whether they want to or not. Do you still want to be a member," she asked. I swallowed; that was a little out of my range. Being raped by people I might not even like. I tried to rationalize it in my head, "That's means Riley will go to then?" I asked.

"Feathers?" She asked.

"Yes him."

"Like I said everyone will be there."

"Then yes I will muscle through initiation," I said.

She smiled, "I have to admit most women give up the moment they hear that. By the way that doesn't actually happen; sex is taken very seriously as a bond of love here so it isn't just done like that."

I sighed in relief and laughed away the insanity. "Alright, I'm certain that we can trust you, but now we have to make sure you can trust us," she said.

She stood up and held out her hand. I took it and she led me down a pitch black hallway. It went straight, zigzag, and up a hill for the longest time. Before I was certain she was leading me to the center of the earth we stopped and she pounded on a door and bright light greeted us. At first it was blinding but when my eyes adjusted and we stepped onto a platform I saw a massive cavern. I'm not really sure what I expected, maybe a tree dwelling race, or you know more people. In here was a few really big tough guys and girls sitting around a bunch of specifically shaped boulders.

"Hey, we have a new recruit," Elder Wind called out to the people. They all looked at me excitedly.

"What about the trust thing?" I asked.

"That long dark hallway was it. It may have seemed simple, but that's only because you passed with flying colors. That tunnel actually had several different corridors that led out, but only one that led here. If you trusted me enough to follow me the whole way then you prove your trust," she said.

"Yeah, and now you have to deal with us," said a surly man across from us.

"Good luck dear, you're going to need it," she said before leaving.

The way shut behind her and the large man held out his hand. I took it, he threw me on his back, and leaped of the ledge into a canyon. He set me on my feet before I could scream out of excitement.

"Alright here we're going to teach you how to live like one of us," he said.

"Alright what do I do first?" I asked.

They explained that I would have iron rocks tied to my body. Light at first and heavier and heavier as time went on. They said I would be fed during the training and that it would be a very generous diet because I would need the extra energy.

My first meal was more than I had ever eaten. They tied rocks that were cut to run along every muscle on my body. It took the better part of twenty minutes for everything to be in place. I must have weight an extra hundred pounds.

"This is a method older than time, many claim that it doesn't work, but that's only because no one is patient enough to actually go through with it. You will be doing the same basic course over and over again until the weights feel like they aren't there anymore. Now follow me."

I was led on what would have been a somewhat easy course if I didn't feel like I weighed so much. At first he led me straight then to jump over a bar one foot off the ground. We went on money bars, swinging on ropes like monkeys, and other things that I failed miserably at the first few times. I think throughout the entire day I got one thing right without falling over. I just kept thinking over and over again that it would be worth it eventually.

Before I could start the next set the day was over. I walked over to the table and ate and drank until it hurt.

"Alright day's over, we've got a mat set up for you here and the latrine is down that way," he said pointing at a hall not too far away.

I nodded, "how long does it usually take, the training I mean?" I asked.

"It depends from person to person. The moment you can reach the cliff with the weights is what determines how fast you progress. Once you can reach it with the heaviest weights we start the assimilation training," he said.

"What is that?" I asked.

"It'll make sense when we take the weights off, it's easier and harder in its own way, but that's assuming you get past this," he said.

"Alright, is this like your job; training the beginners?" I asked.

He chuckled, "Everyone has to do it at one point, it's one of the shared tasks, but you'll know more about that later," he said.

"How much longer do you have?" I asked.

"Actually today is my last day, tomorrow you belong to Feathers," he said.

My heart stopped as I took in the information. I had a thought in my head that I would not see Riley again until I was a member. The idea of seeing him again was great, but he would be training me now, so I don't know if he would treat me harshly because I was still weak.

I tried to put the thought from my mind as I rolled over on my side and attempted sleep.

Two Weeks in:

The first three days sleep was impossible because I had to go everywhere with the weights so imagine how difficult using the toilet was. Having Riley as my trainer was not as bad as I originally thought. When I would fall down and struggle he would pick me back up gently and mutter encouraging words in my ear. Today I was going through the course as if I had been doing it all my life. I couldn't believe it, but it was actually starting to feel mundane instead of difficult even when Riley raised the hurdle to its highest point. I just got done finishing the course again.

"Wanna go again?" He asked. I shook my head and he looked at me curiously. I sprinted for the ledge and jumped up onto it just like the last time I tried only this time my palms lifted my body up and I turned my body sitting on the ledge.

Riley looked up at me and smiled. He leapt onto the ledge next to me with one foot put one arm around my shoulders.

"If you can keep that level of spirit then the next nine levels will be just as easy," he said.

He said that like I made it look easy somehow.

Twenty weeks later :

I wouldn't say it didn't feel the weight at all, but it didn't really affect me anymore. The more he piled on weight the more it just felt like the beginning of the first set again. I could feel the weight, but it's presence didn't hinder my movement at all. I was sitting on the ledge for the last time.

"I knew you had it in you," Riley said sitting next to me.

"You know you didn't have to stay longer than you were supposed to," I said.

"I know, I wanted to make sure you would make it, so I did some extra volunteering. No one likes doing this part of the work anyway," he said.

"So what's next?" I asked.

He reached his hand behind my back and unlatched something causing all the weights to fall off.

"Stand up," he said.

I stood and it felt like I was on the moon. I jumped off the ledge slightly and flew clear across the room. Before I could enjoy the rush of wind from whipping through the air I hit the ground . . . hard.

I fell over on my side from the shock coursing through my legs, so I pushed off with my hand and went in a half circle that would have been full if there wasn't a ground. I slammed onto my other side.

"Now it's time for assimilation training," he said.

I stood up as slowly as I could and tried to keep my balance. He walked over to me with a pained expression on his face.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

He looked down for a split second and then looked to the side. I looked down to see what was wrong with him and noticed that his dick was hard. My eyes popped out of my head, I could have thrown that thing on my body and it would have been enough weight.​