Luella was standing on the platform next to pastor Brandon Schmitz who explained to the churchgoers why she wanted to join the communion. She didn't listen as she knew why she did: Matthew had been the reason.
Two years ago Luella had met him when her parents had moved to this town. Both had been seventeen, pupils at the same high school and from the moment they had met they had felt attracted to each other. There had been one problem: the Church of the Chosen Ones as it was called by the members. In fact it was not a real church just like the established churches; rather a sect. It was founded twelve years earlier by Brandon Schmitz, no theologian but a sales manager whe had discovered his charismatical talents. He had gathered around him a circle of fellow tavellers who believed his visions of the coming of a new Messiah in short time and though he always stressed that it wasn't himself he considered himself to be a prophet. When the Messiah had come he would judge the living and the dead and from the now living only they would survive and receive eternal salvation who would listen to him, Brandon Schmitz, and do what he told them. They were the chosen ones.
Matthew's parents had belonged to his first followers and as a matter of course Matthew had been incorporated too. When his relation with Luella began to take a definite shape his parents told him that they would tolerate this only when Luella joined the church too.
Luella who hadn't had a real religious education didn't like that. She didn't believe the starting point of the church and besides she though it to have some peculiar customs. In his sermons Brandon often mentioned revenge as a legal action: an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. Of course only he told the truth and anyone who wouldn't accept that would be damned at the day of judgement. The world was full of depravation and should be avoided as much as possible.Clothing should be decent and austere, the curse of vanity should be abandonned as it was intended to seduce. Humility was a virtue. Luella couldn't match this prudence with his view that a man was allowed to have more than one wife.
But now she was standing on the platform in the former factory building that was used as church. She had hesitated for a long time but at last she had submitted to the demands of Matthew's parents. Being nearly nineteen now and just graduated from high school, her own parents couldn't any longer forbid her to take her own decisions.
The initiation didn't mean that Luella would become a full member of the community. During a probation of a year she would be a novice which had to be educated, disciplined, teached humility and....treated like a paria.
"Luella Montez, is it your wish to join the Church of the Chosen Ones?" Pastor Schmitz asked her.
"Yes, I do."
"Do you promise to obey all the prescriptions spelled out to you and live according to them?"
"I promise."
"So kneel down for the initiation ritual."
Luella had done better to listen what pastor Schmitz had told the community regarding Luella's wish. He had said that she had to be humiliated first to reach the status of Chosen One. For that reason he had enforced the initiation rite, though he had not given an explanatory specification.
Two women approached Luella on either side and grabbed each a lock of her hair. Unceremoniously they cut them off with scissors near to her scalp. Two tresses of her long straight black hair with a length of two feet were laid down on the floor in front of the startled girl while the amazed audience looked on. Snip, snip......with quick movements of the scissors lock after lock was severed from her head. Soon the front and sides of her head were covered with short wisps, uneven in length. Long tresses still were hanging from the backside of her head but the women didn't hesitate to let them hit the floor too. Luella's head offered the sight of a porcupine while a mountain of black hair was piled up in front of her knees.
The girl was too shocked to react. One of the women picked up the tresses, the other one beckoned Luella to follow her behind a curtain. A little later Luella came back dressed in a shapeless grey gown.
"Wellcome to our community," Brandon embraced her. He took her hand and led her to the entrance of the building. The service was finished. Everyone passing congratulated Luella, the last ones being Matthew and his parents.
They took the girl with them to their car and drove off. Mathew rubbed her short wisps.
"Did you know that they would cut off my hair?" she asked him.
His father answered: "Just before the beginning of the service pastor Schmitz told us. We couldn't more reach you."
"Don't worry, hon," Matthew said, "The pastor has got you a job. In a factory."
"What am I supposed to do there?"
"I don't know. Stupid work I suppose."
"Work is never stupid, Matthew," his father admonished him, "without work no income. Besides it belongs to the program of your probation."
Luella said nothing but she thought of her hopes to take up some course of study at a university. She could forget that as her father had been mad to hear that she would join this Church. He had told her that she no longer would be wellcome at his home when she really did. Sadly Luella had told this to the parents of Matthew.
"Don't worry, my sister has room enough," his mother had said, "it will be no problem for her to give you a housing."
Luella had never met Belinda before and she was surprised to find out that she was a lot younger than her sister, being a 29 years old woman. In spite of the lack of any make-up and with a shapeless dress she still was attractive. As Luella would notice later when they met at the bathroom, her body was well-shaped. She was living alone but now and then Brandon Schmitz visited her and soon Luella noticed that they spent nights together. Belinda was one of his wives!
The factory turned out to be a processing plant producing canned fruit and vegetables, peas, beans etcetera. Fortunately the factory hands had to wear the same caps as in operating rooms so that Luella's short wisps were covered. Luella was soon accepted by the other female factory workers, the younger ones boasting about their sexual adventures which they described in extenso.
To Luella sex before marriage was strictly taboo. Matthew never hinted at this, on the contrary his attention for her seemed to diminish since Luella had joined the community. She saw him fewer and fewer.
Then she noticed that Brandon tried to approach her. The freqency of his visits to Belinda increased but he didn't come for his wife only, he also wanted to see Luella. Initially Luella thought his attention to be a weird affair: he was in his mid-forties, heavy built and not in any way attractive. But this was overruled by his charisma and apart from that the magic of his eyes. The way he looked at Luella had a hypnotizing effect on her.
Of course Belinda noticed.
"Don't let him seduce you," she told Luella.
"I would I could but I've no defence."
"You must resist him; sleeping with him would be disastrous."
"You do it yourself. And he sleeps with more women."
"We are all married to him. We have given him our words in church during a divine service. But you are not. That means you'll be a whore when you have sex with someone."
Brandon wouldn't do this to me, he likes me."
Belinda sighed: "You don't know him. He does whatever he wants."
Luella thought Belinda to be jealous though she had to share Brandon with at least three other women. Belinda seemed to have read Luella's thoughts.
"Don't think that I'm envious of you. But remind that I've warned you."
Brandon entered Luella's room. He fixed the girl with his eyes.
"I like you, Luella, I want you."
Mesmerized she whispered: "I'm afraid, I still am a virgin."
"I know," Brandon smiled, "I'll be very gentle with you."
Trembling Luella said: "It's wrong. I shouldn't do it."
"Listen, sweetheart, that's for me to decide."
With those words he lifted her T-shirt and Luella stretched her arms above her head. Without taking his eyes from her he removed her bra and cupped her right breast with his left hand. Luella shivered, her knees got wobbly and she had no longer a mind of her own. He unzipped her skirt and it fell around her feet. She stood in front of him only dressed in her panties. Brandon lifted her and carried her to her bed. He pulled down her panties............
Luella choked a scream when he penetrated her but proceeding with caution he gradually brought her to ecstasy. For the first time Luella experienced an orgasm caused by a man and not by herself.
When Luella woke up the next morning Brandon had gone. She felt ashamed having not to be able to resist the pastor and was uneasy about the consequenses of this sinful deed.
Late in the afternoon coming back from the factory she found Belinda and four other women waiting for her. Luella recognized two of them; they had cut off her long tresses. She understood that they all were Brandon's wives.
Luella was standing in front of the five women who were sitting in a semicircle.
"You have failed, Luella. We had thought you to be an angel but you are no more than a fallen angel. Don't you understand that Brandon has tempted you to see how you would react?" the eldest woman asked.
"I've tried to resist him but I couldn't," was her feeble defence.
"You are a whore, Luella," Belinda said, "I did warn you. We are here together to decide what is going to happen to you. You can't stay with me."
Luella began to cry: "I have no place to go."
The eldest woman spoke again: "Shut up, slut, you are a whore and you shall be treated as such."
"I'm very sorry, madam, and burning with shame. What I've done is totally wrong and I don't understand myself doing such a thing," Luella wailed, "Please, don't send me away."
It was somewhat strange that Luella begged to be allowed to remain a member of the church as she had been very reluctant in joining it. In a few months she had been indroctinated to such an extent that she feared to be expelled.
"We don't intend to send you away but you'll have to pay the penance. We'll bring you to a place where you are going to be reeducated."
The gloomy building was situated just outside the town at an isolated position. It looked like an abandoned old factory building without windows.
When Belinda and Luella entered they found themselves in a large room with a wooden floor and plastered walls. Except a desk in one corner and a table in the centre surrounded by a few straight chairs no more furniture could be noticed. A sturdy middle-aged woman with short hair wellcomed them and told Luella: "I'm Mabel but you may call me mom."
To her surprise the woman embraced Luella: "Poor child, so young and already sank downwards to a life in sin. I'll take care that you find the right way again."
"Leave her to me," she said turning to Belinda.
"Do what mom tells you, Luella, and you will be rehabilitated," Belinda said and left them.
"Well, my child, let's start. To reeducate you you have to be transformed physically and mentally."
She draped a sheet over the table. "First I'm going to transform you into a baby. Take off your clothes, hon, all of them."
"A baby?" Luella began to laugh. "You can't be serious."
"Wait and see," Mabel said enigmatically.
Luella stripped and was standing naked in front of Mabel.
"Okay, climb on the table and lie down on your back," mom ordered.
"That's nice, now spread your legs."
Mabel took a pair of small scissors and started to cut off Luella's lush, black and curly pubic bush. She lathered the area and with a safety razor shaved it smooth as well as her perianal region. She also shaved Luella's legs, arms and underarms. Next Mabel told Luella to descend the table and to sit down on a chair which she had put near to a plug-socket. She took a pair of clippers without any attachment and put them at Luella's hairline. During about three months since her long tresses had been butchered the short wisps had grown a few inches but they couldn't offer any resistance to the sharp teeth which ruthlessly reduced them to stubble. Mabel spread shaving gel across Luella's scalp and with a new safety razor the short stubs of hair were removed. After a second lathering and shaving Mabel was satisfied feeling no longer any trace of hair though a dark shadow was visible. This could be disguised by rubbing the skull with talcum powder. But first the eyebrows were removed and next Mabel ordered Luella to close her eyes, then cut her eyelashes as sort as possible with nail scissors.
Mabel ushered her "baby" to a bathroom and rubbed top to toe a nasty smelling cream into her skin. Luella rightly suspected this to be a depilatory. Mabel told the girl to remain standing until she would be back. After 15 minutes she returned and had Luella shower. Wrapped in a large towel Luella was brought back to the large room and had to climb on the table again.
"Well, that's my little hairless baby, even your eyelashes have gone," Mabel chirped, "Now we are going to put on a nappy, plastic pants and a baby shirt. And then off to bed."
She lifted Luella and carried her to a cage with iron bars which was an integrated part of the wall in a corner of the room. A mattress was lying on the floor.
"I'm going to fill a feeding bottle for you, my sweet baby," Mabel announced, locking the door of the cage.
Some time later she returned and had Luella nurse the contents of the bottle.
"Now go to sleep, little one, I'm leaving you and dip the lights."
"What to do when I have to pee?" Luella asked alarmed, "I cannot get out of this cage."
"Just let it go, for that reason I gave you a nappy."
Luella got sleepy, surely the contents of the bottle must have contained a sleep-inducing drug, she thought before she dozed off.
During the weeks that followed Luella was kept in a soporific condition caused by the drugs in the food. The excess of semiliquid food and limited physical activity made her gain weight, she got chubby.
One morning she woke up, at first not knowing where she was or how long she had been there. When Mabel entered Luella remembered that Belinda had brought her and that Mabel had given her a to total head and body shave. She noticed that she still was completely hairless.
"Good mornig, my child, time has come to dress you up. You are no longer a baby, you are a toddler now."
Luella got dressed in frilly panties, a pair of white woolen knee socks, flat black shoes and a very short pink dress with a widely flaring skirt. Mabel locked her up again and left but soon to return with another fully hairless girl, dressed in the same way as Luella.
"This is little Susan, your playmate, honey."
Susan was 20 years old and just as Luella she had to be reeducated after she had been caught having sex with some man without being married.
The very short dresses of the girls let their long, normally slender but for the moment well-rounded, legs exposed, causing an erotic effect. It didn't sem to bother Mabel. She gave the girls puppets to play with but they were more in need of chatting with each other.
In the evening they got nightgowns and they slept together in the cage, covered by a sheet and a blanket. The girls liked each other but were reluctant to touch one another. They had no idea that they were constantly observed by a video camera.
"When will our hair grow again?" Luella asked Mabel.
"When you behave well, during the time that you are growing up, if you don't, it will be postponed....................................."
The puzzling answer didn't satisfy them but Mabel refused to give a nearer explanation. She provided them with drawings and coloured pencils. The girls coloured the illustrations and cut them out. Fancifully they used the scissors to fake cutting each others hair though there was non.
To their relief it started to grow back some time later.
"You are going through your adolescense now," Mabel announced one day, "You get other clothes."
The girls looked amazed at the miniskirts, short haltertops which left their navels free to view and believe it or not, string panties, garter belts, sheer black nylons and black pumps. Theit bare thighs were visible when they leaned or sat down. The view turned them on!
They were moved to another room, furnished like a high school girl's room with a lot of books on shelfs along the walls and a collection of games. They could read, play and ........sleep together in the one bed that was available. When they undressed that night to go to bed they were somewhat embarrassed being not accustomed to lie in a double bed. The girls tried not to touch one another but couldn't always prevent doing it. The nearness of another body made them restless, the all day sexual stimulation caused by their sexy clothes and their long-lasting isolation had made them vulnerable.
After a number of unquiet and uneasy nights they couldn't any more resist the temptation and hesitatingly first they began to caress each other. Soon they were kissing and cuddling passionately culminating in satisfying each other with their fingers.
Without their knowing all was registered by a video camera.
One morning Mabel said to them: "It's time to leave, you have come to age and from now on you are allowed to join the community again."
The girls were surprised and anticipated the next course of events. In the afternoon Brandon arrived.
"You seem to like each other but when you want to stick together you'll have to marry one another. Next Sunday during the service I'll do that."
Luella liked Susan but she wasn't in love with her and both girls now regretted their embarrassing behaviour.
Marry? Susan thought upset. Never more be in the position to make love to a boy? She looked at Luella and shook her head.
"No, we can't do that," Luella said, "It would be a mistake."
"If you don't you will be separated for ever," Brandon threatened them.
"It's a pity but we never could do that," Susan said and Luella nodded in approval.
"Okay," Brandon resumed, "If that's the case I'll take care of you and Belinda will take Luella with her."
Unceremoniously he left with Susan just like that while Belinda entered and took Luella with her to her apartment. Luella noticed that Belinda was pregnant.
"Yes, I'm bearing Brandon's baby. Maybe it's the new Messiah."
Luella thought this to be an absurd idea but she didn't say that. Instead she remarked: "What must we do when he visits you? He'll come to me too. He has said that he wants me."
"That's true but he gave you the chance to be married to Susan. As you declined that generous offer you have no other choice than to be married to him."
"I would never do that!" exclaimed Luella.
"Remember that you have had sex with him."
"I couldn't resist him and I have been punished for sinning."
"Not punished, you have been reeducated. And now that you have been rehabilitated he wants to marry you. He has chosen you."
Suddenly it struck Luella. "The Church of the Chosen Ones"! The chosen were not the members, those who believed in Brandon, but his wives! They even were not legally married to him. He had made them his concubines during "wedding cermonies" in his own "divine services".
Belinda went on to say: "If you don't marry you still will be looked upon as a whore and we, Brandon's wives, will have to deliberate about your fate."
"I see," Luella answered, "I'll consider it."
Luella had not the slightest intention to do that but she needed time to carry out a plan that just had originated in her mind. She suspected that Belinda wouldn't allow her to leave the apartment alone. She had to convince Belinda that the elder woman inspired confidence in her.
Apparently she succeeded in doing so while they were chatting in a friendly way. Suddenly Belinda said: "I've some errands to do but I'll be back in time to prepare dinner."
As soon as Belinda's car had gone on it's way Luella went to the door. She supposed that Brandon had arranged this to be alone with Luella and that he soon would turn up. Belinda had locked the door but Luella knew that there was a second key and she knew to find it. Free to go!
Determined she set out for her parental home. By car it would take about 35 or 40 minutes but Luella had to walk as she had no money to pay for public transport. So she arrived not until the evening in the dark.
Trembling she rang the doorbell. Fortunately someone was at home; her mother opened the door. At first she didn't recognize the unpretentiously clothed girl with unkempt very short hair, then exclaimed: "My god, is that you, Luella?"
Luella sank on her knees: "Mom, I'm so sorry, I regret that I've been such a bad girl. I beg your forgiveness for my behaviour."
"Get on your feet, my child," her mother embraced her with tears in her eyes and Luella started to cry too. "Come in, I'm so happy that you are back."
She ushered her daughter to the living room and again Luella went on her knees in front of her father repeating her confession of guilt and asking to forgive her. He lifted his daughter to her feet and kissed her: "Just tell us the whole story."
Luella did. She told everything she had had to go through without omitting a single fact and again she emphasized that she realized having made a big mistake.
"From now on I'll do everything you ask me and never more take any decision without your consent," she promised.
"Well," her father said, "First put on your own clothes, they still are in the wardrobe in your room and in the second place: have something done to your hair tomorrow."
Being a few days before Christmas no beautysalon could give her an appointment in the short term and her father advised his daughter to visit a barbershop. Yes,why not? Her hair had grown about one inch but owing to several turns with a depilatory as Luella suspected but not knew for certain (she couldn't remember much of her "baby period" during reeducation) the growth had not been a uniform one. There were patches with only a scanty hairgrow.
Nevertheless Luella hesitatingly entered the shop where a lot of guys and boys were awaiting their turn. They all gazed at the girl and she would have preferred to run away but she gathered all of her courage and took a seat.
"Well, what do you want me to do?'' the barber asked when her turn had come.
Luella shrugged: "Are you able to tidy up my hair?"
"That will be difficult, someone has made a mess of it." Curiously he looked at the girl.
"I know. My head has been shaved and several times a depilatory was applied."
She didn't give any further explanation and the barber didn't ask.
"If you ask me the only right way will be to start from zero. That means shaving all off in the hope of growing back normally."
"Do you think that will happen?"
"I wish I could tell you but we'll have to wait and see."
Luella sighed. Again her head shaved and perhaps never more a normal hair growth. Nevertheless, better to be bald than this mishmash on her head.
It took the barber not much time to let the short wisps vanish by the bare teeth of his clippers, leaving only a dark shadow on her pale scalp caused by the roots.
When Luella came back home her father didn't seem to be surprised: "You have been teached a very severe lesson and I suppose that you never more will act rashly. It is nevertheless true that you don't look bad at all with this shining dome. But if you insist I'll buy a wig for you."
"No daddy, I little by little got accustomed having no hair and I think I deserve it too. Though I hope that once it will grow back in a normal way."
And indeed the barber had been right, after some time it did!
When she went to college in September of the next year her hair had grown enough to be styled into a short inverted bob.
Luella's father had asked a friendly lawyer if it would be possible to lodge a complaint against Brandon Schmitz concerning indecent assault and illegal deprivation of liberty. But Luella had more than once declared that she had not been raped as she had not resisted but probably had been hypnotized and it would be very difficult to prove that. The pastor said that he had nothing to do with the "reeducation" as this belonged fully to the responsibility of the "committee of wives". And that showed written consents signed by the girls, though both Luella and Susan couldn't remember that they had done so. But there was a lot which they couldn't remember from those first weeks!
And so pastor Schmitz and his "Church of the Chosen Ones" could go on with their activities a if it was a matter-of-course.
The end.
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