This story inspired by the writings of MonikerSmith and XXXecil.
Chapter 10 -- Mary's Flock
Mary was proud of the work done over the last week; her church filled her with pride, as it had not done for years. The craftsmanship was exquisite, her workers seemed possessed as they worked with a skill and genius not seen since the renaissance.
Her church had only been open for three days, and yet Attendance was up six hundred times what it had been for the last ten years. In fact, with the work completed, Mary found she had grown emotionally attached to her workers. She had after all spent the week constantly fucking them; she did not want to let them go.
However, Mary after some thought of the problem came to a solution as she chained them to the walls in her bedroom basement. She could now keep them utterly under her control, slaves attending to her depraved personal maintenance needs.
She was waiting patiently outside for the Bishop, eager to show off her deeds. She was surprised at the sudden interest of a visit from the Bishop, after being ignored for so many year's. She chuckled to herself as she thought, nothing like a good return on investment report to prick the interest of the leaders of the faith.
The Bishop Michael arrived a few minutes late and greeted Mary, he was a little surprised at how youthful and beautiful the sister was. She seemed to have grown younger and...He felt it would be a sin to examine her much further, forcing his attention onto the task at hand. He was eager to inspect his old church from which he used to give sermons five years ago as a father. He was curious to know how it had become so profitable, so he could then claim credit; he liked the sound of Cardinal Michael.
Mary with her sex demon nature had a natural tendency to bounce up and down, bouncing her boobs when excited, she managed to suppress it just in time merely rising on her toes an inch instead. Her big breasts still wobbled seductively, her tighter more revealing garments certainly did not hide it, especially when she walked.
Just as both started to head inside, a loud cracking sound came from Mary's direction. Michael asked, "What was that?"
Mary answered as she opened the door for him. "Oh I stepped on a twig"
As Michael stepped inside, he added, "Sounded more like bone".
Mary ran her delicate left hand up her now half-inch wider hips as she grit her teeth frustrated with this problem.
As soon as Michael was inside his ears were assaulted by loud thumping dance music, it seemed to have some kind of religious connection. However, it was twisted, warped and worst of all modern. He begun to say "s-s-Sister M" but Mary excited to show her changes yanked him further inside through heavy red curtains into the main dance room. Michael immediately choked, dropping his cane at the sight of his old church.
Along the sides were booths that seemed to be made out of pews with tables, filled with 'customers'. The father watched in horror as some youth's were snorting lines of white powder from one table. Next to it uniformed police sat beside it, drunkenly cheering at a whore grinning as she thrust her uncovered arse into the unzipped laps of each and every one of them in turn.
To his right a nearly naked man with leather straps across his body bent over a table and spread his legs, as a balding man in a business suit stood behind him and removed a large bulb shaped plug from the man's arse, and unzipped himself. The Bishop fought back bile.
Along the centre were a number of platforms with metal poles each actually a cross. They each had one or two dancers on them, some women some men some mixed, grinding their genitals and asses into the poles and each other, spinning with evil dance moves. Mary beamed smiling she was so proud of how hot and suggestive her dance moves looked under the flashing rotating red lights.
A girl with a nun's veil over her head and shoulders covering nothing else, a red bra tightly squeezed her bust; she walked with an exaggerated gyration hiding nothing with her crotch less knickers. She moved one leg in front of the other in a perfect international level catwalk style as she approached. She held a drink tray towards the Bishop offering shots of bourbon, as she waited, she held it perfectly still while gyrating and doing a lewd dance for the Bishops pleasure.
Mary proudly smiling said "Drink's and girl's on the house, do you like the uniforms I designed them?" as she went to join a male dancer on a pole eager to show the Bishop her skills.
Michael bent over and threw up, surprising Mary as she had one foot on the platform. Concerned she had offended, she quickly tried to correct the mistake she believed she had done and added, "The men are on the house too."
He gasped "Lord Jesus in heaven!" he begun to turn, to flee in horror and disgust. Mary was in shock she put so much work into this. Her corrupt demon mind unable to work out what the problem was. She had worked hard to make her church what the faith seemed to want these days, profitable and influential. She had made her church very profitable now and since she had spent the night fucking the city council its influence was growing by the hour.
Her kind had difficulty grasping the concept of morals; even the concept of good and bad was a hazy eccentric human thing. They could figure out what not to do in public but sometimes humans where just a mystery to them.
Mary ground her teeth, she was fuming at this unexpected reaction. Her inhuman demonic speed allowed her to catch-up with ease, and over take the fleeing Bishop, beating him to the door. Mary was mad, really, mad, she did not handle criticism of her work very well.
She grabbed his shoulder tightly, stopping short of dislocating it, and dragged him kicking and screaming through the dance room, past the rippling humping mass of body's on the sex floor, into her office. No one really paid any attention to it or cared, Mary's place was somewhat wild so it did not really stand out from the usual.
