Calvin Mason: Gang bang sisters

Tuesday night Tom decided to have an informal meeting of the club's officers and a few of the female members. He arranged with the corner bar to use the back room, where they'd have privacy, drinks and an atmosphere conducive to a discussion, but even more important, they wouldn't have to wait for buses to and from the store. The November nights were getting too cold to stand at corner bus stops.

Margaret Leche, Cynthia Schmidtline and Kay Krauss were the guests. The reason for the meeting, Tom explained, was to get their views on what the girls would like to see during the Black Mass services. Charles was the permanent secretary, sitting to the right of Tom at the round table to take notes.

Cynthia went into her idea about "sacrifices" again, elaborating on the one where someone's hands are fled and he had to kiss everyone's ass.

Tom decided she had an anal fixation, but dictated notes to Charles outlining the highlights.

It was more difficult to get ideas from Margaret and Kay; either they didn't have any, or they were too embarrassed to tell. Charles offered his suggestion, which was similar to the one Cynthia had about tying a girl down and the guys all bang her, except in her version, the guys entered the asshole.

Kay finally cleared her voice, indicating she was about to say something, hesitated, then spoke in a nervously high-pitched voice, "How about strapping someone down… then we all… sorta… you know… pee on them?"

Charles didn't show any signs of recognizing that as something he had taught her, but Kay blushed anyway and avoided his eyes.

"Wouldn't that be a little messy on the floor?"

Tom asked.

"We could do it in the bathtub," Kay whispered so low they could hardly hear her, too embarrassed to even look up now.

Tom told Charles to make a note.

"Why don't we strap one of the guys over a barrel and paddled his ass?" Margaret spoke up in that mannish voice of hers.

"Actually, we don't want to hurt anyone," Tom explained. Or do we? he asked himself.

"Then how about tying a girl's hands behind her back and letting the other girls make love to her?" Margaret offered.

"That's good," Tom said, signaling Charles to write.

"Or how about making somebody squat and take a shit in front of everyone?" Margaret continued.

Tom didn't want to discourage them from giving ideas, so he nudged Charles again to write it down.

"We could tie a guy down, rub butter on his balls and ass, and then have a dog lick him clean…" she said.

"Okay. Now I have a question…" Tom said.

"… there's always the one where you tie a guy down and the other guys rape him…"

"I think we've got enough suggestions for tonight."

"Let's make a guy jack-off, with someone paddling his ass if he can't come…"

"Okay, Margaret," Tom finally stopped her. "That's enough for tonight. What I'd like to know is how we all feel about being the subject?"

No one answered. They just looked at one another with blank expressions.

"I don't want to be the guy she tortures," Jay said, pointing to Margaret. Men and women alike nodded to that statement.

"Okay. But how about the other suggestions?" Tom pressed.

"It's okay with me," Charles spoke up.

"Me too," Ed Cramer added.

"Yeh, I'll go along with it," Jay said.

"Me too," Cynthia and Kay said at the same time.

"How about…" Margaret started again.

"Just answer the question," Tom cut her off.

"Sure, I'd cooperate," she finally answered.

That was what he wanted to hear, Tom was saying to himself, pleased with the approval from the girls. Then to the group he said, "It's settled then, we'll have sacrifices. And since the idea was Cynthia's, she'll be the priestess for the first sacrifice. To introduce this new feature, I'd suggest we pick the subject from those present here tonight… and the choice is yours, Cynthia."

"Mmmmm… how about you, Ed?"

"You mean I have to kiss everyone's ass?" Ed Cramer began to object, saw they were all starting to get angry and quickly agreed.

Tom outlined his plan for conducting the ritual: Ed would have to be reluctant when chosen, to impress the others with the idea that he didn't know what was going to happen. Jay and Charles would deliver him to the stage and tie his hands and feet. Then, to insure his carrying out a realistic performance, he was dismissed from the meeting, so the others could discuss some additional plans concerning his act that would really be a surprise. This upset Ed, but he was convinced by Tom that nothing would happen to him, and he finally left.

Saturday night, as the members waited in the kitchen to enter the dressing room, they were informed of a few surprises Tom had in store for them. Margaret Leche was the spokesman, since she was capable of making announcements sound like orders, and Tom never had to worry about anyone giving her any back-talk. When Margaret spoke, it was a case of like it -or get out.

"Tonight," she said, "the high priest will choose a priestess and we will have a ceremony while she takes her vows. Then to celebrate this event a sacrifice will be made to Satan. Whoever is chosen as priestess, or the subject for the sacrifice, must obey all orders. Is that understood?"

There was a shuffle of feet as pangs of nervousness went through the members, some whispering, and finally silence, which was their indication of acceptance.

"We also have a mystery guest tonight," Margaret continued. "So don't be surprised to see one member wearing a mask. You'll find out who it is later."

The men filed into the next room to get undressed and there was whispering in both rooms as they tried to find out who-knew-what about tonight's special features. Even Margaret Leche was curious about the "mystery guest"; Cynthia wanted to know about the "ceremony" she had to go through; and Ed Cramer wanted to know what Tom Dunn had said after he had been dismissed from the meeting. But they all had to wait for the answers.

As they filed into the store, everyone began to get the feeling that the club was not going to stand still and become dull. Some felt uneasy about the changes, wishing Tom had continued to keep it a simple "sex-party," with opening entertainment. The surprises tended to remind them of Satan, evil, and black magic, which wasn't exactly their style of entertainment.

Margaret had said there would be a mystery guest, but there were two. They sat next to a lectern holding lighted black candles. On the floor, arranged in a semicircle, were the pillows Tom had purchased for them to kneel on. Tom indicated by lowering his hands that they were all to kneel.

The opening ceremony was the same as in the past, the chalice was passed around and Tom went into his "sermon" about pleasing Satan, making sacrifices and choosing a priestess. At this point they expected him to make Stella materialize again, but instead the blue and red spotlights went on and Tom stepped in front of the lectern.

"Before going any further, we must have a priestess who will dedicate herself to Satan and serve with me in celebrating the mass. Therefore, I call forth Cynthia Schmidtline."

Cynthia stood, walked to the center and stood before Tom. Even though she was aware of her role in tonight's services, Cynthia was nervous and had to conceal her sudden fear of going on with it.

"Daughter," Tom addressed her solemnly. "Do you vow to dedicate yourself, body and soul, to the Angel of Evil?"

"Yes," Cynthia answered meekly.

Tom took her by the shoulders, turned her around to face the audience, while opening the clasp on her robe, letting it fall to her feet. She stood naked in the dim light from the criss-crossing blue and red spotlights, giving her body a sensuous appearance as the lights emphasized the round, firm lines of her figure. Her nipples fizzed straight out, quivering now as Tom's hands, coming from behind, began a slow, soft sweep over the front of her. When his hand slid down her back and between her legs he felt the moisture there, fresh girl-juice seething in anticipation.