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Drips splatter from the ends of the fronds and land on the sacrifice, speckling her body with the first drops of anointment. Lash after lash covers my back, each one delivers more of the Holy Communion, the blood of purification to the sacrifice on the altar.
“It will be shed for you…”
Whack!
I gnash my teeth as the pain bursts into bliss. The words send another surge straight to my engorged phallus, a symbol of my devotion.
“…So that sins may be forgiven.” I’m panting, my muscles tense as sweat pours from my naked body.
Joy consumes me because the sacrifice is almost ready for deliverance. I can feel the spirits coming for her through me, their power guiding me.
“Forgive them, Master,” I plead, the words echoing off the high walls. They bounce back to me as if the saints are pushing me on from where they watch from the stained-glass windows.
Forgive them!
The sacrifice’s eyes are wide and terrified.
“Are you scared?” I ask her as I bring my face close to hers and press a tender kiss to her forehead. She looks beautiful like this, passionate and full of the fever, her steel blue eyes, the queen’s eyes, staring at me, petrified. She nods her head frantically. “Don’t be.” I stroke her hair splayed out on the altar dotted with the blood of the Eucharist. I ignore the fact it’s wrong, it’s not the queen’s. Soon. “You were chosen to serve a purpose. It’s an honor.” She screams again behind the gag.
Fury threatens to break through the intoxicating blanket of euphoria the ceremonies always give me. I refuse to let this whore, this filthy creature, ruin the sanctity of the ceremony.
My fist lands at the side of her head, snapping her head sideways and eliciting a sob from her.
I throw my arms in the air, the whip swaying wildly, and tilt my head back. “This is my blood!” I bellow to the sky in the empty cavernous room. “It is shed for you!”
The power of the spirits is pounding through me, so strong and so intense, they’re barely contained inside the confinement of my flesh, my mere mortal body is inferior to all that they are. They are the culmination of the power of God, the power of voodoo, and the dark magic of hoodoo. Because you cannot defeat darkness with light.
The most powerful forces of darkness and light dwell within me. I have summoned them to do my bidding, to fulfill my purpose. To tamp out the wicked and eliminate the weak and the vile.
I raise the arm holding the cat-o-nine-tails and bring it down very hard and very fast, leaving streaks of open flesh on the sacrifice. Her body jolts and her face goes beet red as she lets loose a muffled scream.
“This is your body…” I bellow.
WHACK.
I whip her again.
“It will be given up for you!”
Over and over again, I raise my arm and bring it down, until her flesh is hanging in chunks from her frame, up and down her body, the only area I have not touched is her face.
I drop the flogger on the floor and peer down at her face. Her tears have left puddles on either side of her head, they look so beautiful streaming down the sides of her face.
“You are ready, sweet girl, you are now pure and ready to be sanctified.” I lower my face and drag my tongue up the tracks of her tears.
Her body is racked with tremors, could be from shock, fear, the pain, or all of it. It doesn’t matter. The body was only a vessel, contaminated and filthy. I’ve cleansed her.
Now I’ll give her the final anointment of the ceremony.
I climb up on the altar, my hands and knees sliding in the pieces of her flesh and her blood coating the surface, my legs on either side of her body. My heart is beating furiously, I’m so enraptured. I always am, and I don’t know if I can make it through to the end. But I do, I always do.
Lowering myself over her body, her wails have stopped and her eyes are fixed on me, I sigh when my staff touches the combined Eucharist, my blood and her flesh. Now it must be blessed.
“Accept the sacrifice.” My hips start to move over her, our bodies rubbing together to bring forth the final culmination.
She shudders beneath me.
“Hear me. Lord, come to me!” My rod glides along the sacrifice, the first drops of anointment seeping from me.
