Nordlys: The Northern Lights Orgy Club

3

Everyone lines up at the door like models about to enter the runway, and I am last. Brit stays with me as the others leave the changing room in a single file. Her pocket buzzes, and she pulls out her phone to glance at the screen, and then nods.

"It's time" she tells me with an excited lilt to her voice.

She guides me out of the room, into what looks like an antechamber created by huge curtains. Lars is waiting there, beside him is Tex. Both of the men are wearing sleeveless, thigh-length, hooded robes that tie loosely in the front. Tex's robe is black, and shows off the large tattoos that cover his right arm. Lars is wearing white like me.

"I'm going in, it's your show" Brit tells Tex, and then she turns and walks away through the curtains.

I'm feeling very nervous by this point. I have not been told what to expect at all. I've been through a great deal of physical preparation already, but not much mental prep.

"You two hold hands when you walk in" Tex directs us. "I will lead you. Walk slowly, with your heads held high. When you meet the Overlord, be respectful" Tex warns.

A chill runs up my spine every time the Overlord is mentioned. It's a very intimidating title.

Tex indicates that it's time, and my stomach jumps with butterflies. I squeeze Lars' fingers, noting that his hand is a little sweaty, which leads me to believe he is also nervous even though he is playing it cool.

Tex parts the curtain, and we step out into a large room. Lined up on the left side are several men of varying height, all dressed identically to Tex in black hooded short robes. On the right are all the costumed women I met in the showers earlier, as well as a masked and leashed Cressida on their hands and knees by Layla's feet.

At the end of the gauntlet, facing us, sits a man in a long black sleeveless robe, with the hood pulled low over his brow, shadowing his eyes. He has an ankle overtop one knee, and an elbow draped over the arm of his large, throne-like chair where he lounges comfortably.

Lars and I try to walk slowly, but our nerves are getting the better of us, plus I have to take two steps for every one of Lars' due to the difference in our height. Tex hisses "slow down" when I accidentally tread on his heel, and I make an effort to go more slowly. All eyes in the room are upon us.

Finally we reach the throne and stop, still holding hands. The hooded figure on the throne pops up and closes the distance between us in a few strides.

"What have you brought me?" The Overlord asks Tex, his voice booming out to fill the large room.

"Virgins who wish to be Initiated into our ways" Tex declares.

I hope he doesn't really think I'm a Virgin... maybe it's just a metaphor?

"And you will vouch for them?" The Overlord asks.

"Yes, Overlord. They shall eat at my table, and sleep in my bed" Tex answers.

The Overlord walks past Tex, and circles the both of us with a casual stroll, looking us up and down. He stops in front of Lars, very close, looking directly up into his face. The Overlord is a tall man, but Lars is a bit taller.

"Do you agree to the use of your body for the pleasure of the Collective?" The Overlord demands to know.

Lars' ears turn red, and I can see him fighting the urge to look away from the Overlord's direct gaze. He gasps out the word "Yes".

"Will you please state that more loudly, so that everyone can hear you?" The Overlord requests.

Lars clears his throat. "Yes" he declares with more confidence.