Chapter 43 - Vatican Visit
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"I'm cold, Rodrigo," said Pope Paul feeling a chill seep into his aged body.
"The thermostat reads eighty two, Your Holiness," answered Monsignor Rodrigo
DeSuiza taping the wall thermostat with his finger.
It's already like an oven in here though Rodrigo conscious of the perspiration
that was dripping down his back.
"Still, a slight increase might help," said Pope Paul.
"Yes, certainly, Holy Father," said Rodrigo pushing the thermostat's setting
to its maximum setting.
The heat never stops running so it doesn't matter decided Rodrigo. Maybe the
final audience of the day will improve the Holy Father's spirits. He had been
somewhat despondent lately. Monsignor Rodrigo had noticed that His Holiness was
often more animated in the presence of pretty girls and women. That only proves
the Holy Father is human decided Rodrigo. Years ago, when Monsignor Rodrigo had
first been appointed his Holiness's appointments secretary; he noted how Pope
Paul's eye's gleamed when he had a particularly attractive female visitor. The
Holy Father is something of a flirt concluded Monsignor Rodrigo mindful that the
sick and ailing pontiff was capable of nothing more than smiling at a female.
Still this visitor may brighten his spirits decided the Monsignor. When
moments before, he had first met Senator Williams, he had been astounded at her
youthful looks and beauty. The briefing that his staff had prepared stated her
age as thirty-seven but there was not a wrinkle in her face and she radiated the
energy and vigor of a twenty year old. Her skirt was a little short for the
Vatican but His Holiness won't mind concluded Rodrigo recalling the Senator's
long perfectly shaped dancer's legs. Senator William's blonde hair was covered
with a lace mantilla and that was really the only dress requirement for
individuals granted a private audience with the eighty seven year old pontiff.
"Cardinal Wallace believes she will become the first female President," said
the Pope.
"Yes, and she's a good Catholic," responded Rodrigo.
"But not the first Catholic President, Kennedy was Catholic but they killed
him," said the Pope.
"Oswald," said Rodrigo.
"Yes, Oswald, a Protestant and a Communist," said the Pope. "She looks young
to have achieved such a high position."
"Remarkably young looking for thirty seven," said Rodrigo.
"And she has a child," said the Pope focusing his failing eyes on the picture
of Candace Williams with her husband and daughter.
"Yes, a girl, her priest says her husband is a devout Catholic also. They have
contributed large sums to the parish and the diocese."
"But only one child, a daughter," said the Pope.
"The report says that for medical reasons she could only have one child," said
Monsignor Rodrigo all the while wishing the Pontiff would hurry and give the
word to usher in the Senator. It was getting late and Monsignor Rodrigo was
anxious to leave the Vatican and meet Father Xavier for their final dinner
before the young priest departed for his new assignment as Parish Priest of St.
Vincent's, a large Catholic parish on the outskirts of Buffalo, New York. It was
through the efforts of Monsignor Rodrigo that such a young and inexperienced
priest as Father Xavier was able to secure such an important posting.
Monsignor Rodrigo would miss the young priest terribly. He felt warmth in his
groin as he recalled the pleasure that Xavier's mouth provided him when they
managed to slip away and spend the night together outside of Vatican City.
Monsignor Rodrigo's body involuntarily experienced the sensations of their last
meeting. It had begun as always at the little cafe near the Piazza del Popolo.
They had visited the nearby church of San Maria del Popolo and inspected the
paintings by Caravaggio of the Conversion of St. Paul and the Crucifixion of St.
Peter. Afterwards, they had gone to an apartment loaned by a friend. They had
slowly undressed one another exchanging kisses, and sucking on each other's
nipples. At the end, Father Rodrigo had impaled the younger priest with his cock
and sodomised him until at last his cock erupted and his semen filled Father
Xavier's anus. Afterwards they had slept in each other's arms.
The memory and its pleasure were so vivid as he recalled the intensity of his
orgasm that Rodrigo sounded a low moan.
"Did you say something, Rodrigo?" said the Pope looking toward his assistant
with a puzzled expression.
"No, nothing Holy Father, just perhaps a sigh," answered Monsignor Rodrigo
coming instantly aware of the inappropriateness of his thoughts and the
astonishing physical fact that his briefs were filled with ejaculate. Rodrigo
was astounded at his own orgasm. That Rodrigo had day dreamed his way to orgasm
struck him as not only a first but perhaps impossible. Monsignor Rodrigo was
thirty-six years old, well past the age of autoeroticism. But the monsignor had
no time to contemplate the strange phenomena.
"I will see Senator Williams now," announced the Pope.
"Of course, Your Holiness," said Rodrigo rising quickly and hurrying to the
restroom to clean himself. He was surprised at the quantity of semen coating the
crotch of his underwear. He cleaned it as best he could then hurried to the
alcove where the Senator was waiting.
"His Holiness will see you now, Senator," said Monsignor Rodrigo arriving in
front of Candace breathing rapidly.
"Thank you, Monsignor Rodrigo, This is a great honor," responded Candace in
flawless Italian. Earlier Monsignor Rodrigo had spoken English to the Senator
assuming like most Americans, she had only one language, American English.
"You speak beautiful Italian," said a surprised Monsignor Rodrigo.
"Thank you, we can speak Brazilian Portuguese if you like," said Candace
speaking in Monsignor Rodrigo's native tongue.
"The Senator is a linguist. I was not aware of that," said Father Rodrigo in
genuine admiration and making a note to reprimand his staff for not informing
him of the Senator's linguistic capabilities. Strange she knew I am from Sao
Paulo thought Rodrigo.
"I know just a few words. Before we go in, allow me to thank you for your
assistance in having Father Xavier assigned to St. Vincent's. Although he is
young, he will make an excellent shepherd to the faithful of that parish."
"I was glad to help. But I was not aware that Father Xavier knew anyone in
America, let alone a United States Senator."
"We are family friends. Father Xavier has told me of how you and he have
become more than friends and what pleasure he has taken in the relationship. He
speaks of you highly and thinks you will wear a Cardinal's hat before long,"
said Candace placing her hand on the back of Monsignor Rodrigo's. Instantly, the
Monsignor felt a wave of sexual pleasure engulf his person. What in the name of
God is happening to me though the Monsignor? I must get control over myself.
"He is a good friend," was all Father Rodrigo could manage. His mind was in
turmoil. Senator Candace Williams was neither the first important politician to
visit the Vatican nor the first important female. Over the years many female
heads of state had visited. But this was different. Somehow she not only knew
Father Xavier but she had just hinted that she knew the Father and he were
lovers. She also knew that he had intervened in the selection of St. Vincent's
new priest. That was impossible. No one knew outside of the Vatican and only two
others within it.
"This way, Senator," said Father Rodrigo desperate to end the conversation
before Senator Williams revealed that she knew even more about his illicit
relationship with the young priest.
Pope Paul looked up as Monsignor Rodrigo ushered in his visitor. The Pope's
audience room was a narrow rectangular room with the doorway at one end and the
papal throne at the other. Clement V commissioned the construction of the room
in 1458. Later Augustine II had commissioned various Renaissance painters to
provide appropriate art related to the life of the first bishop of Rome, St.
Peter. A wall size painting of St. Peter walking on water toward Christ adorned
the wall behind the papal throne. Notably missing among the paintings was the
moment where Peter denied Jesus three times to the Roman authorities.
Do to the sight and hearing difficulty of the Holy Father visitors were seated
quite close to the Pope and on his left side where his hearing was better.
Pope Paul blinked twice and almost cried out when he saw that his visitor was
not the Senator from the United States but Katja Cedowicz, a girl he had known
and even loved in a small village outside of Lodz, his first posting after he
was ordained.
"Katja, is that you?" the Pontiff wanted to cry out but hesitated. My mind is
playing tricks thought His Holiness. Katja was dead, executed by the Germans
during the war. She had joined the partisans and been arrested by the Gestapo.
They had tortured her for five days before she revealed the names of others in
her partisan band. After that they shot her.
It cannot be Katja realized His Holiness. She is as young and beautiful as the
day we first made love in the old abandoned mill. She gave herself to me and I
committed the mortal sins of adultery and breaking my priestly vows.
Yet it is her, cold black hair, large luminous brown eyes, soft lips and round
firm breasts, His Holiness recalled how he became fascinated with the dark skin
that surrounded her nipples. He suckled those nipples as he mounted and rode her
until he spilled his seed into that warm seductive tunnel between her legs.
"This is Senator Candace Williams," said Monsignor Rodrigo presenting Candace.
"The next President of the United States," said the Pontiff smiling at the
beautiful blonde Senator who appeared before him.
"So I have your vote, Holy Father?" said Candace smiling and kneeling to kiss
the Ring of St. Peter.
"Most certainly, we will move the Vatican to New York so we can all vote for
you, see to it, Monsignor," said the Pontiff.
"As you wish, your eminence," said Rodrigo. "I will leave you in private."
"Sit close Candace, " said the Pontiff marveling at the beauty of the
Senator's long perfectly shaped legs. Candace with one hand effortlessly moved
the heavy chair to where it was within inches of the Pope then sat down allowing
her skirt to ride up to the top of her thighs.
She must be incredibly strong thought the Monsignor. That chair was mahogany
filigreed and inlaid with gold and ivory. It must weight two hundred kilograms.
It's all I can do to drag it a few inches and I am twice her size.
Given the Pope's age and health, a private audience was not exactly private.
Monsignor Rodrigo discreetly walked to the other end of the room where a desk
was hidden behind a small wooden screen. He would wait at the desk until the
Pope pressed a button by his throne, signaling that the audience had ended.
When the Pope turned to Candace after Rodrigo had disappeared behind the
screen he saw that Candace was once again become Katja. He tried to rise and
flee but a woman's hand restrained him.
"Don't leave me, Dobry, it's been such a while since we talked," said a voice
that the Pope recognized as Katja's. She was speaking Polish and calling him by
his given name. It had been so very long since anyone had called him that.
"Katja?" said the Pope.
"Yes, your Katja."
The Pontiff felt her hand touch his thigh and his body was flooded with warmth
he hadn't experienced in decades. He felt a stirring in his groin that had been
absent for almost as long.
"Remember the time, you took me to the mill, you told me you loved me," said
Katja.
"I had to have you, you were so beautiful," said the Pope recalling how he had
been transfixed by her innocent beauty and purity.
"You said we would always be together. You said that if I gave myself to you
that you would never leave. You wanted me to touch you there," said Katja
pushing her hand under the Pontiff's robe bypassing his undergarments.
"It was a sin. I was a young priest, still weak in my faith and unable to
withstand the temptation of the flesh," said the Holy Father closing his eyes
unable to protest as the warm soft hand reached his groin and gently touched his
penis. The Pope's eyes flickered when her touch aroused him and he felt his cock
respond.
"You wanted me to touch you and I did," said Katja. "You said it wasn't a sin.
I was an innocent peasant girl and a virgin unknowing in the ways of the world.
So I did as my priest asked."
"It was sinful. You should not have allowed me to do those things," said the
Pope starting to breathe more rapidly as Katja's hand came in direct contact
with his flesh.
"But it feels so wonderful, doesn't it. Relax Dobry and recall how you asked
to see me without my clothes. Then you told me to lay down on the straw and you
laid on top of me."
"Yes, I recall. It was wrong but I couldn't resist you were so beautiful."
"And you had to have me even if it meant destroying my innocence, making me an
outcast among my people."
"Yes," said the Pope breathing heavily as he become erect, responding to the
warm soft hand that was slowly traveling the length of his now hard cock.
"And after I touched and stroked your manhood until it was as firm as the hard
stone floor underneath us, you rolled over on top of me and took my maidenhood.
You put your hand over my mouth so I wouldn't cry out. Do you remember my virgin
blood spilling out coating my thighs, mixing with your semen?"
Yes, oh yes, I remember now. It was glorious," said the Pope his eyes now
closed breathing in time to the hand that was gliding back and forth the length
of his cock. The hand paused at the bottom the fingers caressing his testicles
then resumed the stroking until at last the Pontiff ejaculated into the palm.
"And do you remember how after many meetings at that mill I told you I was
pregnant?" said Katja.
"Yes, you were with child."
"And I begged you to leave the priesthood. You refused saying you were called
to serve God and that I had seduced you. You took me to that Jewish doctor in
Lodz and he stuck instruments in my womb to kill our son."
"I don't want to remember that. It was too long ago. I have served God
faithfully and been his servant. He has forgiven me."
"Holy Father I bring you greetings from my Master in Hell. Katja and your son
are there with him and they await you to join them in internal damnation," said
a voice that the Pope recognized as belonging to Senator Williams. She was now
speaking in Latin, the language of the church.
When he opened his eyes, he saw that the Senator was licking his semen from
the palm of her hand.
"Your holiness's cum tastes like any man's," said Candace speaking Latin.
"You are the anti-Christ," whispered the terrified Pontiff.
"I serve the Lord of the Underworld. He looks forward to your arrival. Not
confessing to such mortal sins makes a mockery of your life. Satan considers you
his own," spoke Candace leaning forward to where her face was only inches from
the Pope's. Then she leaned ever further forward and kissed him on the lips,
pushing her tongue coated with his semen into his mouth intertwining it with his
tongue.
Monsignor Rodrigo was startled to feel a hand touch his shoulder. He whirled
quickly around to face Senator Williams.
"The Holy Father has taken ill. I will see myself out," said Senator Williams.
Rodrigo looked toward the papal throne and saw that the Pope was leaning over
to one side of the throne with his eyes closed. He got up immediately and
hurried to the Pope.
Later in the papal apartment, Monsignor Rodrigo knelt, praying by the Pope's
bed, rosary in hand. The doctors were in agreement that it would be only a
matter of hours at most before the Supreme Pontiff of the Roman Catholic Church
expired. The room was filled with the sound of his heavily labored breathing.
Monsignor Rodrigo looked affectionately at the frail aged hand lying on top of
the coverlet. Something not quite right caught his eye. At first he thought his
eyes had deceived him but then he stood up leaned over and took the Pope's hand
staring hard at the Ring of St. Peter. It was covered in dried, milky white
sputum and the sputum had tarnished the 18 cart gold ring. The large ruby in the
center of the ring was cracked.
"Impossible," observed Monsignor Rodrigo removing a white handkerchief from
his pocket, wetting it and wiping off St. Peter's ring.
