Chapter 5 - Fantasies Become Real
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The clock radio alarm sounded and Candace groggily reached over to turn it
off.
"What a deep sleep? Odd, I normally don't sleep well in a strange bed,
especially the first night," thought Candace as she slowly woke up Saturday
morning. It was still dark outside. The orange illuminated dials on the
nightstand clock glowed 6:30. Candace fell back on to the bed and stretched her
body, arching her back. For a brief moment, Candace felt warm and relaxed. Then
her mind recalled a disturbing thought.
"Oh my goodness." Candace remembered with a start having made an appointment
to meet Father Gregory last night. But she had no memory of going to his
quarters and speaking with him.
"How absolutely thoughtless and careless of me, I must have come back here
after mass and fallen asleep. I failed to meet Father Gregory after he was kind
enough to agree to counsel me individually. I'll have to apologize profusely. He
has very reason to be very angry with me. I hope he didn't wait up."
Candace sat up in bed, threw the covers off and put her feet over the edge. As
her sleep fog brain cleared, she quickly realized, "I'm naked. I forgot to put
my pajamas on. I always sleep in pajamas. At least I don't recall masturbating.
That's a sign the retreat and St. Therese are having a good effect on me."
Candace stood up by the bed but felt light headed.
"No more wine for me," commented Candace as she cradled her head in hands. She
sat back down to wait until her head cleared. The lightheaded feeling remained
so she bent forward lowering her head between her knees to keep from fainting.
"Easy Candace, I'm going to take it slow. I still feel groggy. It must have
been the long drive and the wine at the reception. I've been under a lot of
emotional stress the last few weeks. I'm not used to wine and I drank several
glasses at the reception and had two more with dinner. What's gotten into me?
One glass was always my limit. The pressure of these crazy imaging is causing me
anxiety and I drank more than I should as a result."
"Failing to show up after Father Gregory was kind enough to see me is just
unforgivable. I'll apologize and ask Father Gregory to reschedule our
appointment. I'll have to promise to be there this time. I hope he's not too
angry and disappointed with me; although he has ever right to be," thought
Candace as she reached over to turn on the lamp beside the bed.
At first the glare blinded her. She cast her eyes down on the floor. A red
silk skirt and white tank top lay in a small pile beside the bed. There was a
pair of strap sandals beside the skirt.
"That couldn't be mine," said Candace as she bent over and picked up the skirt
and held it against her, seeing that it only cover the top of her thighs, "Its
pretty but not something you wear at a convent."
"I couldn't have worn that last night, it's not decent to wear at a convent
or anywhere for that matter, the skirt doesn't even come to the middle of my
thigh. My bottom would show if I bent over slightly. And look at the top, it's
even more revealing," said Candace as she scooped the white cotton tank top off
the floor.
"I would have looked like one of those Boston hookers that work in the Fenway,
they even wear strap sandals like that. On the news I heard one of them say that
some of their customers have a fetish for women's feet. There are a lot of sick
and misguided people in this world that need Jesus in their hearts."
Candace held the skirt and top up and looked at them closely. "I would look
like one of those prostitutes. The local news on Channel 5 had recently done an
expose where they secretly filmed the girls working their corners. Cars would
drive by and stop. The girls leaned into the car window and asked if the men
want a date. They call their customers Johns. If they agree on price, they get
in the car with their Johns. Channel 5 News said the going rates were $50 for
oral sex and $100 for intercourse. I wonder what that would be like to have sex
with a total stranger for money. Candace mind formed an image of her in the
front seat bent over sucking on the driver's cock."
Candace resisted the urge to touch herself as she spoke aloud, "Cease and
desist, Mrs. Williams, None of that here at St. Therese. See, you can be a good
person if you try."
Candace held the white top up.
"If I was in the Fenway and I leaned into the John's car to tell him how much
for a blowjob or intercourse, he could see my breasts. On the news, I've seen
the police arresting them and taking them to jail. I remember last year they
suspended a Boston Policeman because after he arrested prostitutes he would
offer to let them go in return for sex."
Candace imagined herself in the backseat of a police cruiser with that red
skirt hiked up to her waist, one leg braced against the security partition that
protected the cops from their prisoners and the other against the rear deck.
There was a fat Boston Irish cop between her legs slamming his cock into her.
Her top was pulled up and he was slobbering over her breasts as he fucked her.
"I've definitely got to stop those kind of thoughts," realized Candace.
Suddenly, Candace was overcome with a sense of foreboding. She quickly knelt
down beside the bed thinking that prayer would help her deal with the clothes on
the floor and the rather undeniable conclusion that she had been dressed like a
prostitute at the Monastery of St. Therese.
"If Sister Agatha saw me in that, how will I ever face her again? She'll send
me home this morning. I'll no longer be welcome at the monastery. I don't see
any underwear. Oh God, what have I done?" despaired Candace.
"But if I wore that last night, how come I don't remember it, I wore the ankle
length green print skirt and the gray long silk blouse to the reception and
Mass. I remember that. Then I must have returned to my room and changed,"
decided Candace.
"Maybe I just put this skirt and top on here in the room to be comfortable.
The room was hot and stuffy so I wanted to be cool. But when did I buy those
clothes? Obviously, someone would have said something to me if I had been seen
dressed like this. I feel better now. I'm going to pray to the Virgin to keep
wickedness away from me today. I know she'll help me."
Candace knelt down and leaned forward against the side of the bed to pray.
"Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with thee, blessed..." started Candace
but she found she could not go on. She couldn't remember the words of a prayer
she had said thousands of times. Something was causing her not to be able to
speak or even think the words. All of a sudden a torrent of works rushed from
her mouth.
"Blessed is your hot pussy that fucked every Jew cock in Galilee, God Dammit
to hell, what the fuck is wrong with me?" said Candace, "Oh my God, my language,
using the Lord's name in vain. Forgive me, Mother Mary, I didn't mean to
blaspheme. I can't pray to the Virgin. I'm lost. I'm going insane," sobbed
Candace.
Candace closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She concentrated on her breath,
taking slow deep breaths like they taught in Yoga class. She focused solely on
breathing, pushing all other thoughts out of her mind. Finally, Candace regained
control. She slowly opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder at her room.
Candace's gaze settled on a black leather satchel sitting on top of the small
student desk in the corner of the room. "That's not mine," thought Candace.
Somebody else's luggage must have mistakenly been placed in my room. Candace
walked to the desk, glad to have something to distract her, and examined the
satchel. She recognized that it was expensively made. The leather was soft hand
felled Moroccan and the handles and lock were carefully constructed. There was a
combination lock with six numbered thumbwheels. Without thinking Candace spun
the tumblers to the numeric code of her birthday in mmddyy format. The lock
popped open.
"How did I know that? It's not even mine," asked Candace aloud. She opened the
top of the satchel and looked inside. On top was a very large double-ended
dildo. One end was covered with dried blood. There were studded leather paddles,
whips, several other dildos, anal plugs, nipple clamps, and various leather
restraints. There were packages of three different sizes of batteries. In a side
pocket, there was a large silver-colored metal dildo vibrator contained in a
chamois bag. Candace wondered why it was separated from the rest of the sex
toys. Candace saw what appeared to be jewelry style box. Her curiosity drove her
to open the small box then immediately snap it shut.
"Ben-wa balls," exclaimed Candace reopening the box to examine them more
closely," I haven't seen Ben-wa balls since that time in college.
Candace picked up the antique-looking dildo/vibrator and turned it on and then
off. The hum was powerful and made a much louder noise than Candace expected. It
was also much heavier than she expected. Candace had assumed it was made of
plastic but it appeared to be constructed of steel.
"How odd? My step-mom would say it looks like a tractor factory in the old
USSR constructed it. It's not like the usual junk that the girls in my dorm
used," remarked Candace as she hefted the heavy steel dildo/vibrator.
Candace realized the satchel contained a collection of what people referred to
as marital aids or more aptly, sex toys. Although Candace had never used marital
aids, she certainly knew what they were. There had been plenty of items like
those in Candace's college dorm. Some of the coeds were veritable experts on
dildos and vibrators. Candace recalled her freshman year. She hadn't been in the
door a week when another girl knocked on her door.
"Got any C's. This thing died just as I was about to hit the big O," said a
dark brunette who lived down the hall. She was holding up a dildo shaped like a
man's cock. It was curved with molded veins and had a small protrusion on one
side that Candace later learned was a clitoral stimulator.
"C's, I don't understand," replied Candace.
"C's as in C sized batteries that make this vibrate. Maybe I could just borrow
yours? What do you use to get off with?"
"Masturbation is a sin," replied Candace.
"I know, that's why I love to jerk off, seriously, I need help. I was just
about to get over the top when this piece of shit died. Has anyone ever told you
how beautiful you are?" The brunette had begun to look at Candace like she was
interested in more than batteries if Candace was willing.
"Sorry, I can't help you," said Candace closing the door quickly. She had
sensed the girl was suggesting they engage in lesbian sex. To Candace, it was
hard to imagine a worse sin.
But it wasn't possible to live in a girl's dorm and not be aware of the
various types of marital aids the coeds used. Most of the girls didn't bother to
hide them and it was common to find several of them along with some type of
lubricant sitting on their nightstand. They frequently argued over what worked
best, dildos, vibrators, anal probes, etc. Her roommate, Clarise, during the
first semester had owned a huge vibrator of a type that was sold in department
stores as a personal massager. Clarise always referred to it as "my friend." It
ran on wall power not batteries. Clarise once demonstrated to Candace how she
could insert ben-wa balls in her vagina and then use "her friend" to achieve the
ultimate orgasm. Candace had often awakened during the night to the hum of the
powerful vibrator. Her roommate claimed she could use her "friend" to reliably
climax in less than five minutes.
"It's ten times better than my last boyfriend. All he wanted was a blowjob.
After I did that he turned over and went to sleep," complained Clarise.
Clarise had offered to let Candace use "her friend" and the ben-wa balls.
"I'll even put them in for you if you want," offered Clarise.
Candace had been tempted but prayed to the Virgin and the temptation passed.
At the end of the first semester, Candace found a more suitable Catholic
roommate.
As Candace looked through the contents of the valise, she picked up each of
the items and examined it. Candace had never owned anything like these, even
though Dan had suggested on several occasions that they purchase some marital
aids. Candace recalled telling Dan, 'No, definitely not. That type of thing has
no place in a Catholic home. Suppose Briana was to find them."
"It will be embarrassing returning this valise and its contents to the
rightful owner," thought Candace as she put everything but the steel
vibrator/dildo back in the valise. Without thinking she kept it in her hand.
Candace put the valise aside and went into the bathroom and turned on the
light. When she turned to look at herself in the mirror. Candace was stunned.
Her mouth and neck were covered with dried blood. When she looked at her hands,
she was sickened to see there was caked blood under her fingernails and dried
blood on her fingertips. She put the vibrator she had unconsciously carried into
the bathroom with her, down beside the washbasin.
At that moment, Candace recalled every detail of her visit to Father Gregory's
room last night.
"No, No, it couldn't be, tell me, it couldn't be like that," said Candace,
"This can't be happening to me here at the Retreat, surrounded by the Sisters
and Novices. Oh Mother Mary, why have you forsaken me when I need you more than
ever?"
She remembered exactly what happened including the lesbian sex with the two
novices. She recalled Maria Consuela and her paddling Anna Estelle's bottom and
how she had used the double dildo to penetrate the both of them.
"No, it's another fantasy, like in the grocery store with Mike or the young
girl in the checkout at the pharmacy. It's not real. It's something I imagined."
Candace rejected the possibility that last night really occurred. It was
definitely a dream, a fantasy, something she created from her sick sinful brain
just like in the other instances.
"It was a flight of my overactive imagination. It couldn't be real because I
imagined that Father Gregory and the two novices participating willingly. They'd
never do that," said Candace to her image in the mirror, "But where did all this
blood come from and why do I have the valise of sex toys that Father Gregory
gave me?"
Candace closed her eyes, held on to the washbasin and breathed slowly to
regain control. Candace decided she must have fallen asleep, missed her
appointment, and had another one of those perverted visions. This one had been
worse than the other three, far worse. The idea of her having sex with Father
Gregory and the novices was absurd. They were people of deep religious
convictions. They would never allow that to happen.
"I've become a sick, depraved woman incapable of controlling my twisted evil
thoughts," sobbed Candace.
Candace composed herself enough to carefully wash the blood off her hands and
face. Candace decided she must have scratched herself or had a nosebleed while
she slept. She could never have debauched sex with two novices or masturbated in
front of a priest.
"I fantasized I swallowed Father Gregory's urine and the novices swallowed
mine. Can you imagine a more disgusting and perverted act? No priest or novice
would even consider participating in that sort of sinful, depraved behavior. It
goes against everything they've stood for all their lives," thought Candace.
It just wasn't possible. There had to be another explanation. Someone had put
the valise of sex toys in her room as a bad joke, especially for a Catholic
women's retreat. Maybe she had woken up and opened it last night before she went
to sleep. When she looked in the case to see what was inside, it triggered those
vile dreams.
"But how did those indecent clothes get on the floor and why was the
combination lock set to her birth date?" Candace, in order to keep her sanity,
pushed all these questions from her mind.
"I'm going to put this whole business aside for now. There must be a rational
explanation. I'll take a shower, eat breakfast, observe the silence and get
ready for the first workshop," said Candace as she looked in the mirror at her
naked body. "When did I start sleeping naked?" wondered Candace aloud as she
reached into the shower stall and started the water.
Candace got into the stall and began to wash herself. She lathered her body to
wash off the blood then squeezed liquid soap on the loofah she always used to
bathe. The instant the loofah passed over her clitoris, Candace was overwhelmed
with a tidal wave of lust. She doubled up the sensation was so over powering.
She let out a large gasp and her entire body convulsed when she passed the
loofah between her legs for a second time. She used one hand to part her labia.
With the other, she ground the harsh surface of the loofah over her clit. The
sheer pleasure of it almost caused her knees to buckle.
The loofah's rough surface excited her clit to where it immediately became
engorged with blood and extended beyond its protective folds of flesh. Quickly,
Candace opened the shower stall door and grabbed the steel dildo/vibrator she
left on the edge of the washbasin. Her nail flicked the on switch causing it to
start a powerful hum. Candace moved it down to her clitoris and inhaled deeply
when it touched the top of her clit. She rubbed the loofah over the opening to
her vagina. Another powerful inhalation occurred when the loofah scraped over
the opening to her vagina. It was as if she wanted to suck in every molecule of
air inside the room.
She moved the vibrator back and forth across her clit. She slowly reduced the
cold-water tap until only the hot water faucet was on. Steam clouded the
bathroom.
The vibrator performed like magic on her clitoris. Candace had never seen her
clitoris so stimulated. It was standing out like a tiny penis. Even the
slightest contact sent her into an orgasm that convulsed her body causing her
abdomen to contract and every muscle to flex. Candace wedged her body into a
corner of the shower stall forcing her breasts in contact with the tile wall.
Candace couldn't stop climaxing. In less than a handful of minutes, she climaxed
for the tenth time. Each orgasm only whetted her appetite for more. She squatted
down under the steaming water, her back leaning against the tiled wall. She
spread her knees apart so her vagina was accessible and put her fingers inside
her opening as she continued to work the vibrator over her clit. She reached
her fingers deep inside her vagina giving out a low moan of pleasure as she
penetrated herself. Candace used her nails to scrap across her Grafenberg Spot.
"Oh fuck, that feels good, I wish that was Father Gregory's big dick in my
hole," whispered Candace.
Candace saw the long handled back brush hanging from a caddy looped around the
neck of the showerhead. Candace took the back brush off the caddy and pushed the
handle inside the opening of her vagina and twisted it through a circle. Candace
braced the brush head against the floor of the shower then straddled it lowering
her legs to force the handle far up into her female parts. She felt the walls of
her vagina gripping the brush handle. She pushed the pointed tip of the vibrator
into her clitoris mashing it into her flesh with all her strength. Candace
opened her mouth and let out a thunderous animal howl that caused the shower
stall to shake. She scrapped the vibrator over her clit and howled again as her
next series of orgasms exploded across her body.
The end of the brush embedded deep in her womb became the source of increasing
more powerful waves of pleasure. Each wave doubled the strength of the previous.
Candace's pleasure increased exponentially. It expanded from the deepest point
where the brush handle reached, in a pattern of rolling concentric circles that
radiated outward until even her fingers and toes experienced an inhuman onrush
of pleasure.
She closed her eyes and scenes of unspeakable debauchery appeared in her mind.
It was a kaleidoscope of the worst acts of sexual savagery of human history. In
one scene, Candace recognized the twisted visage of the Roman Emperor Tiberius
as he sodomized a screaming young boy on the Isle of Capri. A servant of
Tiberius stood nearby holding a young naked girl child whispering to her, "As
soon as the Emperor finishes with your brother, he will have you."
In another she saw the city of Paris on the day of the St. Bartholomew's
Massacre. Catholics were slaughtering the Huguenot Protestants in the streets.
Women and girls were being raped in front of their families before they were all
hacked to death. The streets of Paris were red with blood. The sight of the
blood and carnage caused Candace to feel a pleasure from masturbation that she
had never experienced.
Candace viciously stabbed the sharp point of the vibrator into the soft flesh
of her clitoris causing her to reach a final thunderous climax. An inhuman roar
louder than the engines of a fully loaded Boeing 747 during take-off welled up
out of Candace's chest. Its force shattered the ceramic tiles of the shower
stall in an explosion of tiny glass particles. The glass shower door blew into a
thousand pieces. Ceramic wall tiles clattered to the floor of the bathroom and
the mirror cracked then exploded. The powerful sound rolled over the Monastery
of St. Therese like thunder.
Bernice Creswell opened her eyes and smiled when she heard the roar that the
orgasm tore from Candace. Bernice reached out and touched the wall besides her
bed feeling the vibration caused by the unearthly cry. She moved her own hand
between her legs and slowly started to circle her clitoris as she thought about
what would occur tonight. She felt herself get wet and she arched her back to
push her clitoris further into her hand. Bernice knew and understood what that
cry meant. Satan's bride-to-be was announcing she was prepared for her wedding
night. She was screaming her mating cry, telling the Master she was ready.
"When Candace comes to Iowa, that sound will crash across the fields and the
godly will shake in fear, they'll lose control over their bowels and they'll
shit themselves the pathetic bastards," said Connie Barker as she listened to
Candace's howl. Connie's hand also found her clit and she growled when her
fingernail scraped across its surface. Throughout the Monastery of St. Therese,
women awoke, smiled, and pushed their hand between their legs, pleasuring
themselves. They knew tonight would be very special. They had come from all
over the United States to be a part of this evening. Satan would not disappoint
them. He would reward them for being there.
Candace left the shattered bathroom carrying the vibrator in her hand. She sat
down on the edge of the bed recovering her breath. For the first time, she
noticed writing on the side of the metal cylinder. It was in German. Candace
translated the German into English as she read it.
"To my darling Eva, for your pleasure when I cannot be with you, A.H."
Candace carefully placed the vibrator back into the valise. She dressed in a
short khaki casual skirt, a light blue tank top and a pair of sandals. She wore
no bra or panties. When she looked in the mirror before she left her room, she
pinched and twisted her nipples to make them more visible through the thin
cotton.
It was 8:05 when Candace walked into the dining room where a breakfast buffet
was laid. Candace couldn't help but notice that when she entered the dining
room, there was a brief instant when all conversation stopped and every head
turned in her direction.
Candace went to the buffet and filled her plate. Then she looked around for a
vacant chair. Candace once again found herself seated between Maria Consuela and
Anna Estelle. Anna Estelle grimaced as she squirmed in her seat.
"My butt's as sore as a boil this morning, I tried to look at it in the mirror
and it looks all bruised," said Anna Estelle surprising Candace by speaking. But
everyone was talking. Maybe, thought Candace, they decided not to observe a
period of silence.
"I'm sore too, but it's not my butt," laughed Maria Consuela as she gave
Candace a conspiratorial smile.
"How did you sleep, Candace?" asked Anna Estelle.
"Well, but I dreamed all night, must be the strange bed."
"I see it hasn't hurt your appetite," said Maria Consuela.
She looked down to see that she had heaped the plate with eggs, sausage, and
bacon. Normally, Candace had juice, plain pastry and a piece of fruit for
breakfast. But Candace picked up her fork and bit into a sausage. She was very
hungry and she wanted meat not pastry that morning.
After breakfast, the workshops started. Candace did not get a chance to speak
privately with Father Gregory until after the last session. Everyone was
gathered in the study, waiting to go into dinner. Candace immediately launched
into a whispered apology.
"I'm dreadfully sorry for not showing up last night. I must have been
exhausted from the drive. I fell asleep and didn't wake up until this morning. I
was wondering if we could reschedule our meeting. I feel that I need your
spiritual guidance and counsel more than ever. I had a terrible wicked dream
last night. ".
Father Gregory took Candace's hands in his, looked into her eyes and said in a
clear loud voice meant to be heard by all present.
"You came to my chambers last night and everything you think you imaged
actually happened. You took the first step to becoming Satan's bride. The Master
was extremely pleased with our performance."
"But that's not possible," replied Candace.
"Maria Consuela, what did your new mistress do to you last night?"
"She used a double ended dildo to take my virginity. She drank my virgin
blood. I drank her urine. Lucifer has given me to her as a present. I don't
deserve such an honor but I will try with all my being to deserve it."
"Anna Estelle," Father Gregory spoke the name in a commanding voice.
"Yes, Father Gregory," responded the novice who was standing nearby.
"Tell us how you lost your virginity last night."
"My mistress, Candace, forced her hand in my vagina and ripped my membrane
apart with her nails. She scraped its flesh from the walls of my cunt and ate
it. I also drank her warm piss. I belong to her now, body and soul."
"Candace, you know that Maria Consuela and Anna Estelle speak the truth. Last
night, you swore allegiance to a new Master. Look into my eyes and swear again
your devotion to Lucifer."
Candace knew that what Father Gregory said was true. She had engaged in a
night of debauchery with Father Gregory and the novices. There was no use
pretending otherwise. Time for denial had passed. Father Gregory held Candace's
hand in his as he raised her arm high in the air and spoke.
"From this moment, forward, Candace Williams the shy, devout, and
self-effacing woman who lacked confidence and was the plaything of a spiteful
and possessive God is no more. Candace has forsaken the worship of the
fraudulent savior Jesus and his whore mother, Mary. The new Candace is a
powerful being focused on a mission for the forces of Hell. She serves one
Master but fears no one. She takes her pleasure as her wants dictate. Only Satan
himself commands her."
At that moment, Candace felt a tidal wave of strength and energy surge into
her body. She looked directly into Father Gregory's black eyes and repeated in a
loud voice, "I am Satan's servant. I have no other Master than Satan. He alones
posses my immortal soul. Tonight, he will possess my body."
"Hail Satan, Hail Lucifer, Hail Lord of Darkness," shouted everyone in the
dining room in unison. Father Gregory took Candace in his arms and embraced her.
He kissed her mouth probing it with his warm tongue. Candace felt Father Gregory
raise her short skirt to expose her bottom to everyone. The thought of being
exhibited in that fashion stimulated Candace. She wished that Father Gregory
would force her down on one of the couches and screw her while everyone watched.
She felt disappointed when Father Gregory relaxed his embrace and once more
spoke to the assemblage.
"We're all gathered here for your new beginning. I knew this morning that our
Master had chosen well when he selected you. The very walls of Hell shook with
the power of your climax. The flames reached out and tortured the damned as
never before. Satan heard the cry of his new mate. His cock is erect and poised
to fill you with his demon's seed. He will come tonight to consummate his
marriage with you. There is not an angel in Hell or Heaven that didn't become
erect when they heard your screams of pleasure. God himself would impale you but
he knows you belong to Lucifer."
"Everyone here knows this is going happen?" Candace asked Father Gregory.
"Yes, we all knew for certain after you woke us this morning. The Master has
made his choice. Your power is enormous and will be even greater after tonight.
You shook us out of our beds when you used one of the Master's wedding gifts to
pleasure yourself. Only someone willing to masturbate with that particular
instrument could become Satan's bride. Satan initially fashioned a dildo from
the Lance of Longinius, the very piece of steel that penetrated Christ's side at
Golgotha. Later, the Master gave it to Adolph Hitler and he had it inscribed and
made into a dildo for his mistress, Eva Braun. Our Master has re-fashioned it
into a vibrator and dildo for you.
"I understand now. I thank the Master for his wonderful gift. I will always
treasure it."
"You will be able to thank him personally tonight at Mass. During the Mass,
every thing will be made clear to you. After tonight, there will be no
confusion, no ambivalence; you will know exactly whom you serve. You will move
with confidence through this world on the great mission that the master has
selected for you. Your ultimate purpose will be revealed. Go Candace and make
yourself ready to be Satan's bride. Maria Consuela and Anna Estelle will help
you prepare to welcome your groom who at this moment is pacing expectantly the
halls of Hell, stroking his fiery cock and preparing to drive it into your very
soul."
Candace walked away fighting for control of her emotions. She resisted the
urge to panic and run from the monastery. Somehow she realized it would be
fruitless. Her problems would continue. She admitted to herself that she had
begun to enjoy the power and pleasure that she was experiencing. Furthermore she
now understood that Father Gregory was correct. Her life course was changed. In
what direction, she did not know for sure. But, Father Gregory had promised that
after tonight matters would be settled once and for all.
