Chapter 50 - Victory Celebration
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This is the third part dream sequence that Satan gave to Candace during the
celebration of the Black Mass. Candace returns to the Jerusalem during its sack
by the Crusaders. She returns to Pasha Sellim's palace to plan an orgy to
celebrate the capture of the Holy City.
The walk back from the Church of the Holy Sepulcher had not been uneventful.
It was dark when Candace and her new sons departed. Candace carefully placed the
four youngest boys on her warhorse. She had to proceed slowly since this was the
first time the boys had ridden a horse. She and Peter walked beside the charger
making sure the children didn't fall off. Burning buildings provided the only
light. They had to move cautiously to avoid stumbling over the many dead
Jerusalemites lying in the streets. They had almost returned to Pasha Sellim's
Palace when a drunken group of Crusaders loomed out of the darkness blocking
their further progress.
"Well, what have we here, a sodomite with his booty," announced a tall
Frankish knight. He waved his torch to illuminate Candace and the boys. Candace
could tell from his accent that he was from the Troyes region. There were two
other knights and several men at arms with him. They quickly formed a line
blocking the narrow street.
"Sir Giles of Monmouth on a mission of Bishop Adhemar let us pass."
"Whose are these catamites? Why does one knight need so many pretty boys to
sodomize? We fought hard today and deserve a share," said the tall Frank
grabbing his crotch for emphasis.
"They're not catamites but acolytes learning to serving Christ as his holy
priests, I am conducting them to a place of safety, stand aside."
"If they're studying to be priests, their bottoms surely know the feel of a
good strong staff. It is said that the Copts bugger each other during the Mass.
They climb on the altar and sodomise one another," said another of the knights.
"They are untouched followers of the true Christ and under the Bishop's
protection. Stand aside or die," said Sir Giles.
"Bravely spoken sir knight but have you not noticed there are seven of us and
one of you. Let's us relieve you of three of them. I'll take the pretty blonde
boy. He can learn to suck Crusader cock for a start, " said the tall Frank
drawing his sword as once again he grabbed his crotch and gestured toward Peter.
The others taking their cue from their leader drew their swords. Their eyes
gazed lustfully at Candace's newly acquired sons.
"Hold the horse steady while I take care of this," said Candace handing the
bridal to Peter and drawing her own sword.
"Mother, will you be all right," cried Luke the youngest.
"Mother, Sir Giles is the boy's mother," roared the drunken Frank thinking he
had somehow heard a huge joke. The other in the party laughed also as they moved
toward Candace and the boys.
"Mother will be fine, Luke. You and the others be brave and wait with Peter
while I kill these men," said Candace.
Candace turned and moving with incredible speed and with a single sword stroke
severed the head of the nearest Crusader, a stocky squire who never had time to
raise his sword arm. A fountain of blood rushed from the truncated neck as the
squire's head rolled into the shadows. His fellow Crusader's mouths dropped open
in astonishment.
"Did you see that? She killed," screamed the man at arms beside the falling
headless body. He never finished naming his dead companion since his head was
also separated from his spine by Candace's sword.
"It's a devil," cried one of the men at arms astounded at the speed and force
Candace had demonstrated. The Frank's realized they had made a mistake but they
were not the type of men to back down even if it meant certain death. The leader
charged Candace. She parried his roundhouse swing then struck her sword across
his outstretched arms severing both wrists. The sword clattered to the ground
with the knight's hands still firmly grasping the hilt. Blood spurted from the
stumps of his arms as he knelt and waved them in mute agony. The point of
Candace's sword flicked across his abdomen and his entrails bulged out through
the wide slit left by the blade.
Peter and the children lost sight of Candace in the dark street as the torches
were dropped to the stone pavement. The boys began to sob as they peered
anxiously into the dark listening to the clang of sword on sword and seeing the
occasional spark. In a matter of seconds, the sounds of battle stopped. They
listened as footsteps approached out of the darkness.
"You are going to have to bathe me again," said Candace stepping into the
light of a fallen torch. She was covered in fresh blood.
"Our mother is the greatest swordsmen in the world," remarked Luke.
"That's swordsperson," corrected Candace.
When they reached the gate of Pasha Sellim's Palace, they saw that the street
and inner courtyard were strewn with the bodies of Crusaders. One or more
English arrows were embedded in each body.
"Halt, who goes there?" cried a voice from the shadows.
"A friend," replied Candace.
Rhonda aka Jeffrey stepped out of the shadows clutching an English long bow.
"I see you've been busy," said Candace gesturing toward the bodies of the dead
Franks.
"They didn't seem capable of learning. There are more dead Franks in the back.
They tried to come in over the wall. Kelly and Sybil took care of them. Are we
starting a day care center?" said Rhonda gesturing toward the boys.
"They're a gift from the Master. He has sent me five wonderful sons."
"I would have preferred daughters," said Rhonda.
"I know you would but the Master is not to be questioned," said Candace
entering the gate. Rhonda had always professed a dislike of children, especially
boys.
Servants appeared and took Candace's horse to the stable. Several female
servants helped with the children. It had been a long day and Candace quickly
settled the boys into the great bed of Pasha Sellim. Everyone including Peter
curled up on the pillows and went quickly asleep. Candace allowed the female
servants to remove her armor and wash the dried blood from her body. The female
servants were astounded to learn that Candace was not only a woman but also one
of unsurpassed beauty. Seeing that Candace was a woman, the female servants
provided her an exquisite yellow silk robe brought from China. The fact that
Candace easily spoke their language only added to the awe she inspired among the
inhabitants of Pasha Sellim's palace.
Seeing that the boys were settled Candace walked back to the palace gate to
confer with Rhonda about security arrangements. She found Rhonda speaking with a
small-wizened man who was holding the leash of half a dozen enormous guard dogs.
"This is Kiam. He is the keeper of the kennel. He says the dogs protect the
palace at night."
"They look fierce enough. Are they well trained?" said Candace reaching down
to rub the head of one of the dogs.
"Yes, mistress, they'll make short work of anyone who climbs over the wall.
Last year they killed two thieves who sought to steal the Pasha's treasure,"
said Kiam.
"Crusaders are not as easy to kill as thieves but I suppose the noise would
raise the alarm, commented Candace, "I think we can relax our guard for the
night. I suspect the Franks are too exhausted to continue their looting and
rapine."
Candace returned to the bedroom and curled up between the naked bodies of
Peter and John. She fell asleep almost instantly. Candace slept for several
hours but toward dawn she came awake. She saw in the morning light that John was
no longer asleep by her side. Candace felt a mother's concern and went searching
for her new son.
When she entered the main hall, she found John sleeping beside Rhonda on a
couch facing the great entry door. His cheek was resting on Rhonda's naked
breast. Rhonda's bow and sword were on a nearby table. Rhonda had also changed
into a silk robe and it was open revealing her nakedness. Her powerful
well-defined muscles were clearly visible even when she was sleeping. The huge
head of a war dog poked up as Candace entered the room. Deciding that Candace
was a friend, the dog returned to its reclining position.
Candace stood for a moment and admired the beauty of Rhonda holding the small
boy in her arm.
"Madonna and child, both beautiful and erotic," whispered Candace.
"How about father and son, I've decided you're the mommy and I'm their daddy,"
responded Rhonda without opening her eyes?
"Sounds fair, I must research which of the Renaissance Masters are alive at
this time and have him paint you like that. I sometimes forget how beautiful you
are."
Candace laid down on the recliner and cuddled up to Rhonda on the side
opposite from John. She rested her cheek on Rhonda's other breast.
"I see you found our son," said Candace.
"He was wondering about half asleep looking for a drink of water. After I gave
him one, he said he was too tired to walk back to your bed so I let him sleep
here."
"They are all such beautiful children. John and Luke have the face of angels.
Peter looks like a movie star. It's almost unearthly how beautiful how he is."
"Untouched and unspoiled."
"They were all that until today. We spent the late afternoon enjoying each
other in a garden of the Church of the Holy Sepulcher. Father Gregory brought me
to them and watched as we had sex."
"So you deflowered five virgin boys, you should be ashamed."
"I am mortified. Luke, the youngest, is only twelve but managed to deposit a
decent load of warm cum in his mother's pussy. Peter the oldest, has the most
beautiful cock I've ever seen. It doesn't have a single flaw. Even the semen
tastes wonderful."
"Five sons out of the blue from the Master, any idea why?"
"None, I may sleep with Satan occasionally but he doesn't confide in me."
"I guess they'll grow on me. They look so sweet when they're asleep. Let's
hope Briana takes to having brothers."
"She'll screw them to death. I'm astonished she's reached fifteen without
impaling herself on somebody's cock. She's been driving Dan crazy trying to
seduce him."
"Well, she won't be a virgin when we leave Iowa."
"I know. The Master had taken her virginity. His semen courses through her
body permitting her to share his power and strength," said Candace.
"It seems like only yesterday, she was a baby," said Rhonda.
"I know. She's a teenager now. Time passes so quickly. She had just turned
five when we met. Her birthday was the Monday before I walked into the Cabaret
Lounge to gain your support in my election."
"I'll never forget that day. My initial guess about why you had come to see
Brady was one hundred percent wrong."
"Why did you think I was there?'
"I thought you were a housewife whose husband had lost his job or suffered
some other economic reverse, gambling, health, whatever. Or maybe he had left
you and taken all the money. Someone had told you that nude dancers make serious
money. You knew you were beautiful and that was what you had left to sell. You
didn't want to slide down the economic ladder and give up the good life."
"I suppose that's plausible. Does that sort of thing happen often?"
"Not that often, most housewives aren't attractive enough or don't have the
nerve. But maybe once a month or so, some femme wonders in prepared to make the
ultimate sacrifice for the family. Years ago, there was one who came to earn the
money for her son's tuition to a private pre-school. Mothers are often willing
to trade their body for something their family needs."
"And does Brady let them dance?"
"If they're pretty enough and they're willing to fuck him and any Pagans who
happen to be there for the interview. Most get up and run as soon as Brady makes
his initial demand," said Rhonda.
"And you've never take advantage of the situation," asked Candace placing her
hand on Rhonda's breast and stroking her nipple as she kissed her lips.
"Many times, I've played the angel of mercy role. Helped them into the shower,
douched their ravaged sex, applied ointment to their raw and stretched anus then
offered them the soft comfort of a fellow female's gentle arms to rest after
their ordeal," laughed Rhonda.
"Shameless hussy, did that work?' said Candace.
"Yes, more often than not," said Rhonda.
"Don't most women know what to expect?"
"Most know there's more to being an exotic dancer than dancing. They're just
not expecting to get off to such a quick start. Show me the goods is how Brady
phrases it," said Rhonda.
"But they have to expect that," said Candace.
"Yes, they do. You'd have to be simple minded to think that Brady is going to
let you dance without seeing you naked. But once a girl's naked that's when the
fun begins."
"What happens?"
"More often than not, Brady tells them they haven't got the body for the job
and sends them on their way or he might tell them to lose ten pounds or get a
boob job and come back," said Rhonda. "Nine out of ten never make it past a
quick walk naked past Brady's desk."
"And for the one out of ten?' said Candace.
"You have to sit on the table and pull your labia back so he can inspect your
vagina and then he takes a similar look at your asshole. Sometimes a very pretty
girl will have a bad case of hemorrhoids and have an asshole that looks like a
cabbage. He gets rid of ugly pussies and assholes pretty quick," said Rhonda.
"All right, Miss America has passed the initial tests but never danced before.
What's next?"
"They have to prove to Brady how much they want the job."
"That's when the gang rape starts,' said Candace.
"Some decide it's not worth it at that point and flee the premises. Others may
be young whores who are used to pulling a train. Maybe they gave the entire
basketball team a piece of ass after they won the state championship. For them
it's no big deal. Lay down and tell them to line up."
"But there are exceptions," said Candace.
"I've seen a few lay there with tears in their eyes as they take on a dozen
Pagans. They got a husband at home who's out of work. Maybe he worked
construction and got injured and can't work. Rent or mortgage is coming due.
They're pretty, very pretty and desperate. They think getting naked and dancing
is all they're going to be asked to do. Brady will point out they can take a
grand a week home tax-free. That can be pretty hard to resist if you're running
out of groceries."
"And that was what everyone thought I was all about. I certainly enjoyed
screwing Brady and his guys that day. All that power was new to me and using it
was an incredible turn on."
"You gang banged them not the other way around and they knew it. They couldn't
quit talking about you after you left. They weren't interested in a rematch
either. There was a big psychological difference between you and what normally
happens. Have you ever seen a fairly innocent house wife pull a Pagan train?"
said Rhonda.
"No, never had the pleasure," said Candace.
"To the Pagans, making a woman lie there with her legs spread while six to
twenty men screw her is an expression of power and control. It's the essence of
being a Pagan. It allows you to do that and get away with something others go to
jail for. They make a videotape of the event so they have a hold over the
woman."
"But they enjoy it," said Candace.
"They enjoy that kind of sex more than any other. First of all it's a fresh
set of holes and what man doesn't enjoy that. But the real turn on is degrading
her. They go wild if she is the innocent wife who has never done that sort of
thing before. They prefer an inexperienced twenty something with a small child
and a nice house in the suburbs to some nineteen year old who thinks nothing of
pulling a train for a few hours. They'll screw anybody but they prefer the
innocent wives to the sluts any day," said Rhonda.
"It's the tears and the sobs that make them hard," said Candace.
"Exactly, the Pagans know that this is probably the first time the woman's
ever had sex with more than one man. That alone is a very humiliating and
degrading experience if you have been living the decent life in the suburbs. A
lot of women never regard themselves in the same light after they've pulled a
train of Pagans. Their self-esteem goes to shit. The Pagans have ways to make it
worst than just a normal fuck, too. It may be her first time for anal. They do a
lot of ass to mouth so she sucks her own shit off some Pagan's dick. And she
usually winds up rimming any number of assholes of guys without the greatest
personal hygiene. Licking the shit off some biker's hairy asshole does not
contribute to your sense of self worth."
"But they need the money," said Candace.
"Right, if a woman has never been subjected to it, it breaks them down
mentally and makes them compliant. I've seen some confident independent types
walk into Brady's thinking they would dance for a few months until hubby got a
new job or they got ahead of the Visa bill. After they've pulled a train and
been video taped doing it, they're ready to do whatever Brady says and that
includes prostitution. If they're making Brady a lot of money, they can't quit
until he says so. He uses them up."
"I enjoyed my first gang bang. It is such an incredible experience to have man
after man climb between your legs and screw you in either hole. I can get wet
just thinking about it. The boys certainly took good care of their Mother this
afternoon," said Candace.
"That day at Brady's you were different. You were in control from the
beginning. The housewives are desperate and terrified. They hope that somehow it
won't make any difference in their lives. But most of the time, the neighbors
find out. You wind up winking your asshole for a dollar at the guy who lives two
doors down. He tells his wife who tells the world and your kids and husband have
to live with the idea that Mom is a stripper whore."
"That time at Brady's wasn't my first gangbang. The first was here in
Jerusalem the night I first coupled with the Master. It was half the First
Cohort of the Tenth Legion. There were eighty of them, all coarse cruel Roman
legionnaires. They were rough professional soldiers who belonged to Rome's
killing machine. They got me drunk and did what they wanted. They screwed me
during the crucifixion of Jesus and the two thieves. I recall one of them
pounding his cock in me in synchronization with the hammer driving the nails
into Jesus' wrists."
"Somehow, that sounds like something that would happen to you. Eighty, I'm
impressed. While Christ was being nailed to the cross, Candace was being nailed
by the Romans."
"It was quite a day. That was first vision the Master gave me. I'm surprised
that a suburban housewife is willing to become one of Brady's dancers just to
keep up appearances."
"Some are more than willing. Of course, thinking back, you looked too smart
and sophisticated for that."
"I guess life's full of surprises. But after Brady and the Pagans gang rape
them, does he let them dance?"
"He'll let them dance a day shift in one of the smaller clubs to see how they
do. Being an exotic dancer puts you at the mercy of the club managers if you
want better shifts like Saturday night. The bouncers and their friends get in
the act too. Any favor has to be comped by an exchange of body fluid. If you
want Security to escort you to your car at 2:00AM, you will need to provide the
occasional blowjob. After a month of sex on demand, you don't mind if a lap
dance customer wants to go into the VIP Lounge for a half and half. You start to
think of it as business."
"You and Brady own an escort service," said Candace.
"Elite Escorts of New England is the name. It's an incredible money machine.
Really beautiful dancers become escorts and they do make some serious money. Not
so pretty girls we put on the street corners under the control of Amos, a black
pimp who keeps the girls under control with the liberal use of his pimp stick.
Once a girl is on the streets she can develop a drug problem."
"So they become a full fledge prostitute. I think that's what he had in mind
for me."
"He saw dollar signs the minute you walked in. He was thinking he could charge
$1,000 a trick for you. Of course, he quickly learned you were going to cost him
money not earn him money. He still so afraid of you he practically shits himself
when he hears your name."
"Don't know why. I never harmed a hair on his head."
Candace leaned over and kissed Rhonda's nipple.
"Oh, that feels good. We haven't done anything since Aleppo."
"Speaking of Aleppo, you and I were secretly observed by Sir Thomas of Marle.
I'm going to have a celebration of the Crusader's successful capture of this
holy city. I plan to invite Sir Thomas and his followers. Father Gregory said
this place is perfect for a Roman orgy."
"There's a bathhouse in the rear that looks like it was designed for just
that."
"Father Gregory promised to come and bring entertainment. All we have to do is
locate food and wine. Plus knowing our fellow Crusaders, we'll also need women,
girls, young men and boys."
"Definitely men and boys, in terms of bisexuality, the Crusaders were
certainly ahead of their times. I've never seen men so unphased by having sex
with little boys and young men. I think they actually prefer them. I've heard
Sir Thomas certainly does."
"So have I. Somehow I've taken that as a challenge. I plan to let him try my
asshole first to see if I can alter his point of view."
"I'm not sure screwing you in the butt will put him on the path to
heterosexuality. A Roman orgy, that sounds delightful. There's plenty of food
stored in the cellar and barrels of wine. I've come to doubt that anyone in
Jerusalem really follows the Prophet's ban on alcohol. As for entertaining your
guests with lots of sex, the inhabitants of this place, regardless of sex, are
so thankful to be alive; they'll do anything we ask. I gather that there's not
an orifice in the palace that doesn't know the feel of Pasha Sellim's prick. I
understand the old man was quite the satyr. He buggered his own sons and even
his grandsons."
"They'll need to accommodate our guests."
"I don't see a problem. Kelly and Sybil are curled up at this moment with the
two oldest wives. Diane and Gale with the two youngest. Gwen and Mary with
several of the son's wives. I sure the Pasha's sons and grandsons regularly
practice buggery. Mustafa, the giant Nubian is worthless as a warrior but has a
cock that the women worship. I haven't got the full story but I gather no one in
the family knows how to say 'no'."
"Excellent, then all we have to do is get organized."
Candace's hand was stroking between Rhonda's legs rubbing her thighs and
clitoris. Rhonda automatically changed her position to spread her legs wider.
"If you keep doing that, I'll cum and wake little John." Candace slipped down
between Rhonda's legs and began slowly licking her clitoris.
"Your pussy is irresistible. You always smell and taste so damn good.
Sometimes, I can just think about how your pussy tastes and get wet." Candace
was working circles around Rhonda's clit with her tongue.
"Oh, you do that so wonderfully. It'll be your fault if the little one wakes
up to see his Mommy munching rug."
"He and his brother's have already munched mine. The feeling of four busy
tongues working between my legs sent me over the top several times this
afternoon."
"Just like you're sending me now," gasped Rhonda as she climaxed. Rhonda
writhed from side to side as Candace forced her legs further apart and smashed
her mouth and lips against Rhonda's cunt.
"I cum so fast with you," said Rhonda afterwards. Candace had resumed her
previous position. She was lying with her face on Rhonda's breast. One hand was
stroking lightly across Rhonda's belly.
"He slept right through it," remarked Rhonda raising up slightly to look at
John, "Look, the little monster has a hard on."
"Let me see," said Candace leaning forward to get a better look, "Boys get
those in their sleep. I'm going to exercise my prerogatives as a mother and take
advantage of it." Candace glided over the top of Rhonda and slipped between
John's legs. First, she gently touched the semi-soft cock then leaned closer and
licked the tip.
"Join me," said Candace offering the small cock to Rhonda.
"Last time, I checked I was a dedicated and fully committed bull dyke."
"Just pretend it's a clit. You've sucked clits bigger than this. Pretend its
Abigail's."
At the mention of Abigail, Rhonda broke into giggles.
"I let that stupid cunt fuck me with it one time. She's deformed." Rhonda and
Candace were referring to one of the Amazon's who was notorious for having a
four-inch clitoris that stuck out like a penis when it was aroused.
"Just put it in your mouth and gently suck it. Here, I'll suck his balls while
you give him a blowjob. Let little John take your oral virginity."
"I've sucked a cock before."
"You told me that no man had ever been inside you."
"No man has ever been inside my pussy or asshole for that matter. However, I
had two older brothers and a step dad. The way I kept them out of my pussy was
by using my mouth. I was quite a blow job artist when I was young."
The two women worked on John's cock and balls for a few minutes. John started
to breathe quicker and quicker as Candace and Rhonda alternated sucking his dick
and balls.
"Our son's going to pop," whispered Rhonda.
"You want to take it?" asked Candace.
"That's your job. You're his mother. You take it and share it with me."
John's small body twisted as he climaxed into Candace's mouth. Candace sucked
gently until every drop of semen had passed into her mouth. She turned her head
sideways to give Rhonda a long lingering kiss in which they passed John's semen
back and forth between them. After the kiss ended, Candace and Rhonda relaxed
with John between them.
"How was it?" asked Candace.
"Tasted just like my step daddy's," responded Rhonda.
