Chapter 6 - Black Mass
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It was 11:30 in the evening. Everyone was seated in the church waiting for
Mass to start. The appearance of the congregation could not have been more of a
contrast with that of the previous night. Candace was wearing a blood red see
though blouse with no bra underneath. Her breasts were clearly visible and her
rouge-darkened nipples emphasized her breasts. Her matching red skirt was short,
reaching only slightly below her buttocks. It was also tight and made of a
clinging knit material. The shoes were red pumps with four-inch spike heels.
Candace was conscious of the fact that she once again looked like a whore.
"Lucifer must prefer that his women be dressed as strumpets," decided Candace.
Candace had not dressed herself for the evening. After dinner, she was
returning to her room to get ready for Mass when Anna Estelle handed her a box
saying "Father Gregory says you are to wear this to Mass tonight."
Candace opened the box when she got to her room. "I can't dress like that,"
she burst out when she opened the box. But within an instant, an inner voice
within her countered, "I can and will wear it. I want to look like a whore and
a prostitute. I'm Satan's whore now and need to dress as the Master wishes.
Father Gregory wants me to wear it and I want to please him and my new Master."
As she finished dressing, there was a knock on her door. Candace opened it to
find Maria Consuela and Anna Estelle dressed in garments that resembled nun's
habits but were the same shade of red as Candace was wearing. They were also
transparent and the novices were nude underneath.
"We're hear to help with your make-up and hair, we also have some jewelry that
Father Gregory said you were to wear," said Anna Estelle.
Candace sat quietly while Anna unbuttoned her blouse. Maria Consuela used her
fingers to apply dark red rouge to Candace's nipples. As soon as Maria
Consuela's fingers touched her nipples, Candace leaned forward and kissed the
novice. Maria Consuela leaned down and kissed Candace's nipples.
"You two stop or we'll be late," cautioned Anna Estelle.
Maria Consuela quickly finished applying the dark rouge to Candace's nipples.
"My God this is erotic, Just staring at my nipples makes me want to cum," said
Candace admiring the effect of her black nipples in the mirror.
"Later, after Mass, you two will sleep here," said Candace.
"Yes, Candace," replied the two novices as they continued to help Candace.
"Please stand up," asked Maria Consuela.
When Candace stood up, Anna Estelle pulled the skirt up to her waist. She
pulled Candace's thong panties down.
"You don't need to wear these," said Anna Estelle.
"Here, use this to darken her sex," said Maria Consuela handing Anna Estelle a
jar of dark red, almost black, rouge. Anna Estelle requested that Candace lie on
her back on the bench and spread her legs as wide as possible. Anne Estelle
parted Candace's labial lips while Maria Consuela rubbed red rouge into each
side of her labia then she darkened Candace's clitoris. When Candace stood up to
look in the mirror, she saw the effect of her rouged sex. Her dark red clitoris
was highly visible at the top of her cunt. Her vagina looked swollen and
prominent, a dark crimson slash between her white legs.
"Satan's cock will find its home easily enough," said Maria Consuela.
The novices then applied red eyeliner and mascara and face power with a
reddish tint. Next they fixed gold drop earrings in each ear.
"See how interesting and unusual they are," said Anna Estelle handing them to
Candace to examine. Candace saw the left was a depiction of a naked St. Peter
crucified upside down. The figure was exquisitely detailed.
"You can see the first Bishop of Rome's cock and balls," said Maria Consuela.
The other earring was of St. Sebastian. His young naked body was upright tied
to a stake and pierced by a dozen arrows. His long cock hung down almost to his
knees.
"They're authentic. The one of St. Peter is made from one of the nails they
used to crucify him. The arrowhead that pierced St. Sebastian's heart was used
for the other one."
"They're very beautiful. Just the thought of their origin takes my breath
away," said Anna Estelle.
"This is a favorite keepsake of the Master. He wants you to wear it tonight,"
said Anna Estelle as she fixed a simple gold chain around Candace's neck. The
chain held a plain gray metal cross. Candace looked at it somewhat puzzled.
"It's the Iron Cross awarded Corporal Adolph Hitler for bravery during World
War I. He was one of the Master's favorites," said Maria Consuela.
The final piece of jewelry was a bracelet fashioned of tear shaped beads of
metal.
"It's made from metal that was vaporized at Hiroshima and Nagasaki. There are
molecules of the bomb casings, metal objects, and even human beings that were at
ground zero. The atomic heat vaporized solids into gas and the molecules of
different substances mixed when it cooled. It's really awesome when you think
about it. Father Gregory said that human screams are trapped within the metal."
Anna Estelle and Maria Consuela did a final check of Candace's appearance and
then announced it was time to leave for Mass.
The church was full when Candace arrived. There was a murmur of voices when
she appeared. Maria Consuela and Anna Estelle conducted Candace to the front pew
and sat down on each side of her. When they sat down the robes parted to reveal
bare legs. All the nuns were dressed the same.
"My breasts are visible. My nipples are displayed but no one said a word. My
cunt is rouged. My clit is prominently displayed for all to see. I am sitting in
the House of the Lord dressed to be the bride of Satan. I see the others are
dressed appropriately for such a wedding," thought Candace.
The women attending the retreat were dressed in bizarre revealing clothes and
carrying outlandish objects. One woman had a small stuffed dog on her lap and
another a large live raven perched on her shoulder. One lady had a live boa
constrictor draped around her shoulders like a shawl. A woman near Candace was
stroking a pet ocelot that would occasionally raise its head and pass its tongue
over her exposed breast.
Seated to Candace's right was a woman thin as a fashion model. Her legs were
spread wide and a small dog was licking her sex. Candace watched as the woman
inserted something in her vagina and whispered to the dog, "There's another
sweet for you, Rufus. Lick it out of Momma's pussy."
Most of the women's breasts were on display in one fashion or another. Skirts
were either very short or slit to the waist. A few of the women had pulled their
skirts up and were idly slipping dildos into their cunts as if masturbation was
an acceptable way to pass the time in the House of the Lord. At the far end of
Candace's pew was a fat priest who had his cock out and was leisurely playing
with himself as he stared at her. He acknowledged Candace's arrival with a short
wave of his hand and by speeding up the hand that was stroking his long rigid
cock. Candace watched in disbelief as he reached in a pocket of his habit and
pulled out a huge arm shaped dildo. The dildo ended in a closed fist. There was
a suction cup on one end of the dildo. The priest gave the suction cup long
lascivious licks then slapped it onto the wooden bottom of the pew. Next he
exposed his large white ass and pulled his cheeks apart and attempted to slide
the fist inside his anus.
He made several times but each time the lubricated latex fist slipped off his
hairy butt missing his anus.
"We better go help Father Malcolm. May we Mistress? It will only take a
second," asked Maria Consuela.
"Yes, help him," responded Candace.
Candace watched as the two novices walked over to the struggling priest. Maria
Consuela held the dildo in position as Anna Estelle helped Father Malcolm to
slowly slide the fist inside his rectum. Candace watched as Maria Consuela used
her fingers to loosen up Father Malcolm's anus then held the fist in position as
Ann Estelle guided his rectum down on and over the dildo.
Candace would have guessed that Father Malcolm had over two feet of dildo
inside his bowels when the novices completed their efforts by sitting in his lap
to force his butt all the way to the pew bottom. The novices spent a few extra
minutes fondling his cock and letting him feel their tits and pussy before they
returned to Candace.
"Father Malcolm is such a nice old priest. He sends his best wishes and
regards to you, Mistress. He said that living to see this moment is the greatest
experience of his life," said Anna Estelle.
Candace looked up at the altar. Someone had changed all the candles. Taller
and larger candles that were blood red had replaced the regular ivory colored
candles. As the altar boy came out to light them, each exploded into flame.
Instead of the soft constant flame, it was a taller tongue of bright fire that
sputtered low then shot higher as it burned. It was an angry flame.
"Why are the statues covered?" asked Candace of the two novices. She had noticed
that all the church's considerable statuary was shrouded in red cloth of the
same blood red shade.
"It's part of tonight's ceremony. It's very warm in here," said Maria Consuela
as she pulled her robe apart to expose her legs to mid thigh. Anna Estelle did
the same and even opened her robe at the top. Both novices began it stroke their
clits in an unconscious fashion.
"I hope the demon who fucks me has a huge cock and rams it all the way to my
womb," said Maria Consuela.
"I asked Father Gregory if I could take my incubus's cock in my ass and he
said that the devil would know that and split my rectum wide open with his
prick. It's time to start the Mass, Fuck, it's hot in here" said Anna Estelle.
Candace agreed that it was more than warm. It had to be in the nineties. It
was still summer maybe the cooling system wasn't working properly. Candace
strained her eyes to take in all the bizarre and depraved occurrences. Across
the aisle, Candace saw Bernice Creswell. Bernice was wearing a skirt that was
slit to her waist and her breasts were uplifted out of a bejeweled leather
bustier. There were gold rings in her nipples and a small gold chain pulled the
rings tautly upward toward the crown of a hat fashioned out of a leathery
material containing odd designs. Bernice carried a purse that matched the hat.
Later, Candace was later to learn the very special origin of the hat and purse.
"The hat and purse are valuable antiques. The Commandant's wife gathered the
material in the 1940's at the Buchenwald Concentration Camp. Karl and Ilse were
beloved of the Master. Ilse selected prisoners who had interesting tattoos and
had them executed then skinned. She understood the tanning process. That's how
the material has lasted these many years. Ilse loved to whip the prisoners and
was a true sadist and nymphomaniac. Karl adored her and would do anything she
asked. After the war, the press unfairly branded her the "Bitch of Buchenwald.
There are still in existence a large number of artifacts that Ilse created. My
mother has several lamps whose shades were made by Ilse in late 1944."
Candace watched Bernice slowly stroking her clit as she pushed a large dildo
into her cunt. When Candace looked closer she saw that the dildo was carved out
of a human thighbone.
"You can clearly see her nipples above the bustier. I love the way the chain
pulls on the rings. It must hurt but I think she's enjoying the pain." Candace
saw Connie Barker sitting by Bernice. Connie was dressed in a sheer white dress
that was almost transparent. "My God, Connie is wearing a strap on cock under
her dress. It was black, attached to a leather waist harness and hung to her
knees. You can see it hanging down between her legs. I wish Connie would fuck me
with it," said Candace to herself.
The choir of nuns began the Te Deum signaling the start of Mass. Father
Gregory appeared in cardinal red vestments. Four young altar boys who
accompanied Father Gregory were also dressed in the same color.
"Strange, I never seen that shade of red used before, it must be something new
or this is very special Mass," thought Candace. In spite of the strangeness, the
Mass started off as normal. Father Gregory pronouncing the Latin Liturgy in the
same resonant baritone voice of the night before.
"This is my body, this is my blood," intoned Father Gregory in the two
thousand year old ritual.
Everything went as normal all the way through the part of the Mass know as the
Transubstantiation when the altar wine was transformed into the blood of Christ
and the communion wafers into the body of Christ. The Eucharistic Presence of
Christ had been established. Father Gregory held up the two large chalices to
the congregation.
As a Catholic, Candace had accepted the Doctrine of Transubstantiation. She
had always believed that the priest conducting the mass was holding up the
actual body and blood of the Savior. Father Gregory knelt down with the two
golden chalices extended forward. One by one the altar boys pulled out their
cocks and urinated in each chalice. Candice sat there watching in disbelief.
Sister Agatha seated in the pew across the aisle stood up and removed her red
habit leaving her without a stitch of clothing other than a pair of 'fuck me'
red pumps that contrasted garishly with her aged and crooked body. Her liver
spotted flesh had a silvery cast to it and her breasts sagged to navel. A novice
dropped between the Reverend Mother's legs and began to vigorously lick her aged
vagina. Sister Agatha pulled and twisted the nipples of her breasts as she
murmured some form of Latin chant to the novice tonguing her clit and working
her fingers into Sister Agatha's ancient vagina.
When all four altar boys had finished urinating, they went to each of the
statues and removed their red shrouds. When they pulled the cloth from the
statue nearest Candace, she saw that someone had modified the Virgin's image.
Although the face of the Virgin remained the same, someone had painted her lips
a garish red. There were now naked breasts standing out and there was an exposed
hair-covered vagina with a small clitoris jutting out. The naked Christ child
was sucking on one long nipple while his tiny fingers squeezed the other.
Further away, the statue of the Apostle Peter now included a large erect penis
ending in the mouth of a statue of a small boy providing fellatio.
"This can't be happening, it's another of my crazy dreams, I'm losing my
mind," said Candace as she left the pew along with everyone else to go to the
communion rail. Candace was first in a long line of partially naked men and
women waiting to receive communion. Candace knelt at the communion rail between
Maria Consuela and Anna Estelle. When Father Gregory reached her, Candace took a
small swallow of the first chalice. It wasn't communion wine. It tasted of human
blood mixed with urine. Then she opened her mouth and Father Gregory deposited a
small urine-soaked wafer on her tongue. Candace rolled the wafer back into her
mouth. For the second time ever, she tasted human flesh and urine. Somehow,
Candace knew this was not a wafer of wheat but actual human flesh. She looked up
to see that one of the altar boys who was accompanying Father Gregory had
exposed his boy cock and was playing with himself as they proceeded down the
communion rail. Candace found herself looking at the altar boy's penis and
wishing it was inside her mouth and she was slowly sucking the young boy.
"I'm insane, totally fucking insane," thought Candace.
Candace returned to her pew and knelt down.
When communion was over, Father Gregory made an announcement.
"Before the arrival of the Master, each of you must allow Satan into your
soul. When you close your eyes, he will send you a vision that you can embrace,
it will give you pleasure far beyond that experienced by other mortals, it will
take you to places and times that are extraordinary, you will experience the
history of mankind as you would have never thought possible, accept it as a gift
of the Dark Lord."
