Calvin Mason: Gang bang sisters

On the bus ride back to Ridgewood the group was in high spirits. The other passengers were confused by all the attention everyone gave to "Ichabod Crane".

By Saturday, Kay had made sixteen capes instead of eight. There was more money in the treasury than Tom needed, and best of all, the guest list consisted of nine females and only six male names.

Surprisingly, Tom enlisted Jay Schmidtline to help him decorate the store. A convenient puppet to run errands, help hang the black-and-orange crepe paper along the walls, and any other odd jobs, "the brain" wanted done. It was Jay who was sent out to find a cardboard box that could be made into a coffin. It took three evenings, after working all day, to go from store to store in the shopping areas of Maspeth and Ridgewood, before he found a suitable box.

Since it was too big to take on the bus, he had to carry the awkward container about a mile and a half. Then he was dismissed and Tom put the finishing touches on the room.

By seven-thirty that Saturday night, everyone was gathered in front of the store. Kids were running up and down the streets dressed in costumes. The members of the club decided to move to the back entrance to get away from the wild kids on the streets. After the introductions were made the girls chatted nervously in one group, while the guys chain-smoked and joked in another.

Two additional Schmidtlines were present; nineteen-year-old brother Hans and their sister Gloria. The Schmidtlines had one thing in common – none of them looked alike. Hans was six-foot-three, lean, with rodent-like features. Gloria was much prettier than Cynthia; not as tail, but more feminine. And while Cynthia kept her long brown hair straight to the shoulder, Gloria's blonde hair was short and wavy. Jay, Cynthia and Hans had dark-brown eyes, Gloria had soft blue eyes.

The other new guests included a couple Charles had invited; his sister Kay brought a girlfriend; and Ed's cousin, Ann, brought a girlfriend. But the biggest surprise to the group was the presence of Margaret Leche, who must have arrived with Tom, since she was the first one there and gave them last-minute instructions about their behavior. A typical Margaret Leche habit anyway, which they all hated her for. They also despised her short, squat build that she carried like a muscle-bound truck driver. Rumor had it that she was a bull dyke, but no one had any evidence to prove it. It didn't matter anyway, since rumors circulated about all members of the Leche family. The mother was called "Crazy Mary"; the father was singled out as "the meanest man in Ridgewood"; and even Margaret's sister was said to be a tramp. So the Leche family stuck together, and even though there was an age difference of eleven years between Margaret and Stella, they were always seen together.

Margaret blocked the back door until precisely eight o'clock, then opened the door and gave the order to enter. At ten after eight she told Ed to lock the door.

"Okay, you guys," she barked, "in to the dressing room and don't dilly-dally."

The men shuffled into the adjoining room.

At exactly eight-twenty she opened the door and herded the girls into the now-vacant dressing room. Her hawk-eyes guaranteed the complete disrobing of the girls, which made them leery of her real reason for watching. Even the girls that didn't know her felt uneasy.

Draped from the neck down in their cone-shaped robes, fastened at the neck with a single clasp, they filed into the next room with the men. A muffled giggle went through the group at the sight of stark white faces floating on black teepees. All talking was in the kind of whispers reserved for church. Most of the guys puffed nervously on cigarettes that Ed Cramer had the foresight to carry into the waiting room. Since it was almost time to enter the Mass, the girls took drags from the lit cigarettes.

For the next five minutes the group just stood in silence, staring at each other, some considering the reason they were attending this fiendish meeting, while others wondered what devious plans Tom Dunn would impose on them. The dead silence was short-lived; the crash of pins rang out below as the league started to bowl. Nervous laughs went around the room and a few more cigarettes were lit. Even Margaret Leche was beginning to show nervousness now.

At eight forty-five a small brass bell sounded; three district rings; then the door opened. The crowd looked into a seemingly black room.

"Enter," a voice ordered. Even straining for a deep, solemn tone, it was recognized as Tom's.

Another moment of hesitation before Jay Schmidtline, feigning confidence, swaggered toward the door. Cynthia quickly caught up to him and entered with at least the protection of her big brother. The others filed in behind them. The smell of incense immediately choked off any giggles or levity. It burned their nostrils and brought the group to a sense of serious alertness.

Slowly their eyes adjusted to the darkness and they could distinguish Tom Dunn's face, which seemed to hang between two candle flames. Closer examination revealed the black candles, the lectern which Tom was standing behind, and a bulky object on the floor in front of the lectern. They formed a semicircle around the form, which someone identified in a whisper as a coffin. They stared into Tom's face.

"Welcome, my brothers and sisters, to Satan's Black Mass." Tom's voice was back to normal, but his sinister grin and sparkling eyes sent a chill up the backs of everyone that knew him. They knew he was capable of dreaming up sordid games, having seen him in action before, and that grin was always the tip-off.

"Let's all bow our heads and pray to the Angel of Evil… our beloved Satan…"

The cadence was familiar, but the words seemed to be jibberish. Only Charles Krauss recognized what Tom was doing… saying the Lord's Prayer with the words backward! At the conclusion Charles surprised himself, as well as the others by saying aloud and in unison with Tom: "Nema."

"We are gathered here tonight to dedicate ourselves to Satan. We will make our offerings and sacrifices to become his faithful servants."

From under the lectern he produced an object draped in black cloth, then proceeded to ceremoniously remove and fold the cloth. The exposed chalice strongly resembled the bowling trophy from the display window next door. He lifted it high and announced: "This is the blood of the sacrificed, virgin, oh Satan. Whosoever drinks from this cup shall be purged from all cleanliness of mind and soul, becoming your faithful follower."

He lifted the cup with both hands and drank. A problem presented itself; every time both hands were out of the cape, his body was exposed! Behind the lectern no one could see, but he certainly didn't want to expose himself to the gins too soon and possibly lose his grip on the ceremony. He stalled for a few moments, pretending to be taking a big drink, and decided he'd have to get someone else to help him serve the congregation.

"Sister Margaret… please approach the altar." When she was by his side he took the chalice with one hand and presented it to her. His eyes widened as she took the heavy cup with both hands, revealing large, tight-nippled breasts, a fat stomach and dark shadows. No detail at all in the shadows, he realized.

"Drink, my daughter, and join the ranks of Satan's Apostles."

Margaret drank the wine and was handing back the chalice when he whispered, "You'll serve with me. Just hand each one the cup and I'll follow with the candle."

He took a lit candle and the two approached the circle.

Ann's girlfriend was first, and as she took the cup Tom lowered the candle about even with his chest… there was light in the shadows!

"The Devil smiles on all those who drink from the cup of evil," he chanted. Now he wandered if his damn hard-on was poking its head out!