Chapter 14

Once again, Kaylee was blindfolded as soon as they got in the car. Wearing her collar and leash, she sat in back between Carmen and Natalia. Señor Vásquez sat up front with José.

The car stopped after about ten minutes and she heard the men get out. Then the back doors opened and Kaylee felt the warm night air. She was led out of the car and up some stairs. She heard the thud of a heavy door being closed and at last the blindfold was removed, along with her collar.

Kaylee found herself in a vast indoor space. It was dark but for a few umbrella lights at one end, and dozens of burning candles. She looked around, puzzled. Then recognition set in, and amazement.

“Oh my god! This is the old cathedral in the center of town! I just toured this place with my parents, like, a week ago!”

“That’s correct,” said Señor Vásquez.

“But how—”

“I have a contact within the church hierarchy. We can only use of the place for a few hours. He promises we will not be interrupted.”

“Um ... what are we going to do here?”

Señor Vásquez flashed his cruel smile. “We are going to celebrate mass, of course. You and Natalia will be the acolytes. Do you know what that is?”

Kaylee nodded; her thoughts suddenly far away. “Yes, an altar server. I was one myself back home.”

“Muy bien, you know what to do. Follow me.”

Señor Vásquez led the way to the sacristy. They followed him through the sanctuary and into the priest’s dressing room. “Kaylee and Natalia, take off everything but your underwear. Then put on those on.” He gestured to a set of hooks where the liturgical vestments were hanging.

The teenagers stripped off their clothes while Señor Vásquez began dressing in the priest’s vestments.

That was the moment when Kaylee realized that she was probably about to have sex with the man who had orchestrated her kidnapping, the man who’d ordered her beating, the man who had tied her like a figurehead to the bow of a boat and let an old fisherman use her for his pleasure—just to get some free fish!

She was very, very afraid. She hoped that the cannabis gummy she’d eaten would ease her fears.

“Natalia will be with me,” Kaylee thought, as she watched her friend button the ankle-length black garment. “How bad can it be?”

Kaylee had worn the cassock and surplice many times when she was a young acolyte, but she had always worn clothes under them. It felt very strange to wear them again in an ancient church in Mexico in the dead of night.

While the girls finished dressing, Señor Vásquez opened a cabinet and withdrew the chalice and paten. From his pocket he took a small plastic bag and dropped it on the communion plate. He filled the chalice with wine, then placed the paten on top. The gold vessels fit together perfectly. A square white cover went over the communion plate.

He handed the vessels to Natalia. “Kaylee, you will carry the processional candle,” he said, indicating a large candle on an even larger candlestick.

From another cabinet he took an elaborate gold censer and filled it with incense. “He sure knows his way around the sacristy,” thought Kaylee. “That’s weird...”

He produced a lighter and lit the candle. Then he lit the incense and put the top on the censer.

“Vamos,” he said, swinging the censer before him.

The teenagers walked in single file to the sanctuary, Señor Vásquez close behind with the censer. For Kaylee, who had grown up as a practicing Catholic, the smell of the incense was evocative. But her childhood reminiscences were cut short when she glanced out into the candlelit church.

As expected, there were video cameras pointed at their little procession; three this time. The surprise was in the nave—the first row of seats was filled entirely with nuns! They stood when the “priest” made his way to the chancel.

Natalia solemnly placed the liturgical vessels on the altar while Kaylee set her candle on its pedestal. Señor Vásquez stood with his back facing the nave and opened a large book.

After a moment, he turned to face his congregation and raised his arms in the orans, or prayer position.

“My children; let us pray. Tonight we celebrate our lord Dionysus in this ancient temple, built by colonizers using the indigenous people as slave labor. Tonight we repurpose this misbegotten, decaying edifice. Tonight we partake in glorious hedonism. Tonight we indulge in the most forbidden yet pleasurable acts.”

“Amen,” said the nuns in unison.

“Is there anyone amongst you who is an unrepentant sinner? Is there anyone here who loves pleasure? Is there anyone here who believes the purpose of life is to please one another? Let she who has sinned without shame stand up and be chosen.”

All the nuns stood. After a moment, one said, “Pick me, Father. I’m a sinner.”

A second nun spoke up. “Pick me, Father. I have sinned just this afternoon.”

Another one said something in Spanish that Kaylee didn’t understand, but the message was clear: she was a sinner, too. Soon, all the nuns were crying out, “Pick me, Father! Pick me!”

Finally, Señor Vásquez clapped his hands. “¡Silencio!”

“Muy bien, I shall choose.” He rubbed his chin for a moment as if deep in thought. “Sister Carmen, are you a sinner?”

One of the nuns stepped forward. “Yes, Father.”

“Do you categorically reject the teachings of the Roman Catholic Church?”

“Yes, Father, I do.”

“Do you believe that humans should give one another pleasure at every opportunity, no matter what the Church says?”

“Yes, Father, I do.”

“Very well, Sister Carmen. Approach the altar.”

She walked through the gate in the communion rail and stepped up onto the chancel. Señor Vásquez addressed the two acolytes. “Girls, help Sister Carmen to disrobe.”

Kaylee couldn’t resist a smile as she helped remove the veil and wimple, but upon seeing Carmen’s stern expression she forced herself to look serious.

In a moment, her habit was on the floor and Carmen stood before the altar wearing a lacy white bra, matching panties, white thigh-high stockings and white pumps. Kaylee was once again struck by the beauty of the Latina’s face and figure. She radiated pure sexuality.

It was not a sight that Kaylee had ever expected to see in a church.

While the girls were helping Carmen to undress, Señor Vásquez prepared the “sacraments.” He emptied the plastic bag onto the communion plate. Then, using a razor blade, he separated the white powder into lines.

“My children,” he began, raising the chalice, “I present to you the favored drink of our lord Dionysus.” He took a drink and handed the cup to Carmen. “Drink, my sister and feel good.”

Carmen took a long swig.

He then raised the paten in a gesture of reverence. “Our lord Dionysus didn’t know about cocaine, but you can bet your ass he would have used it if he could.” Some of the nuns giggled. Then he snorted a line up each of his nostrils with a small straw. He handed the straw to Carmen and she did the same.

Then Señor Vásquez spoke to his acolytes in a commanding tone. “Girls, rid each other of those restrictive garments.”

Kaylee was high as a kite from the gummy she’d eaten, and her hormones were raging. Seeing Carmen in her sexy lingerie had only added fuel to the fire.

The “holy father” held out the chalice and both girls took a drink of the wine. He handed the straw to Natalia and she dutifully snorted up a line in each nostril. Kaylee was hesitant. She, of course, had never used cocaine before.

She looked at Natalia, who had a look of pure joy on her face. She nodded at Kaylee. “Here goes,” she thought. The cocaine burned her nose and made her eyes water. “Ugh,” she thought. “Why do people like this stuff?”

But a moment later she understood—Kaylee felt like she was on top of the world. She felt powerful, invincible. And she felt super horny.

“Girls,” said Señor Vásquez, “Remove Sister Carmen’s undergarments.” There were murmurs of appreciation from the nuns when Carmen’s body was revealed. Natalia and Kaylee grinned at each other.

“Now suck those big juicy tits.”

The teenagers began to kiss and lick and suck the older woman’s big jugs.

“Now Sister Carmen, surmount the altar.” Two steps had been placed in front of the altar for just this purpose. Kaylee held her hand to steady her as she climbed onto the altar and lay on her back.

“Girls, remove your undergarments.”