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on this day as we daily sacrifice ourselves for your greater good...'
    Total hogwash, but the kneeling girls seemed to take it all in. We solemnly stood beside them. Amanda really was beautiful. I caught her eyes and she looked instantly away. Shyness, I suppose, but as I stood watching her, I was anticipating how delightful it was going to be to debase her.
    I thought that JS was overdoing it a bit. The ceremony seemed to drag on and on. He threw in a bit of Latin, the great scholar he is. I thought I detected a little bit of Greek too. The joke, I don't know what he said, I suppose was for LW. LW told me later that there were a lot of rude words in there.
    I knew thankfully, though, when he raised his hands in the air with all the ham theatricality of a circus clown that the real fun was about to begin.
    'Amanda Smythe come forward!'
    Amanda tentatively walked closer to JS. The dais, I forgot to mention the dais. It was all very imposing. JS stood a couple of feet higher.
    'Do you, Amanda, wish to be initiated into this high order?'
    'I do,' Amanda said.
    'And will you obey the commandments of the order in every detail?'
    'I will.'
    'And will you submit to all the requirements of your brethren at this ceremony and in every other way that is desired while you are still an acolyte?'
    'I will,' the girl said without the slightest thought.
    'And do you accept that before you enter the highest Order of Janus then you must purge yourself of every low thought in your soul?'
    'I do.'
    Without too much dismal repetition, June was asked to come forward and the whole tiresome business was repeated.
    When June was finished pledging herself to a religious order that JS, LW and myself had created one drunken night in our rooms, JS turned to us and said in Latin, 'Gentleman, let us begin. Undress the girls!'
    Both women looked at each other in amazement. We knew at this stage that it was imperative to be as solemn and as serious as we could be or the whole thing would just look like the charade that it was.
    I could see then why the whole ceremony was necessary. If we hadn't have gone through the whole thing and got the girls to submit to our wills, then even girls as naive as they were would have seen through our wicked plan. Now they were confused. They really didn't know what to do.
    LW and PCK walked up to June and I and DE went to Amanda. I could hear her breathing very heavily. She looked indignant. 'Look at me please,' JS commanded in a wonderfully stentorian voice. And she did: as her eyes fixed on JS, I looked at her beautiful white blouse. I could see the pattern of her brassiere through the cotton material. I began to undo the buttons. She had such beautiful silky skin. One button and then another popped, until I could see the parting curve of her breasts and the beautiful brassiere. I wanted to touch them, to stick my fingers down over the white orbs of flesh, to take her nipples in my hand, but I knew I couldn't. I had to act, more so in this crucial phase, with an impeccable adherence to the protocol of the ceremony. It was so arousing to watch her staring down at her own nervously heaving chest, her look of complete consternation at what we had been ordered to do to her.
    I undid every button, pulling the blouse loose from the constriction of her skirt and then pulled the garment over the girl's shoulders. I glanced, as furtively as I could, over to June, her dress falling to the floor, beautiful June in her white underwear, her stockings and suspenders, the flimsy garter belt just above the waistband of her panties. Her eyes were focused on JS but there seemed to be, to my surprise, something of a knowing smile playing on her lips.
    DE struggled a little with the hook of her brassiere, but it aroused me greatly to watch Amanda, her body jerked backwards as DE fumbled, her eyes remaining fixed on JS standing on the podium in front of her. Then to see her voluptuous breasts flop free from the constriction of her brassiere.