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!
One by one they drank from the cup, while Tom and Margaret eyed their naked bodies. All cocks were shriveled, Tom noticed, a sign that he had them nervous.
That finished, he returned to the lectern and replenished the wine in the cup, announcing, 'Now that you have sipped the blood of the sacrificed virgin we are all united under Satan. And by his will the virgin will arise.'
A blue spotlight from one corner of the room and a red spotlight from another splashed light on the coffin. Dramatically, the lid began to rise by itself. Everyone took a step backward. Slowly it opened, revealing the form of a girl laid out in a black cape.
Margaret smiled proudly at the sight of her sister in the coffin. Kay Krauss realized now what had happened to the sixteenth cape she had made. And Stella played the role of a corpse with seriousness – staring wide-eyed at the ceiling.
'Rise now, daughter of Satan. Virgin no more.'
Stella stood in the box and Tom came to help her step out. The cover was dropped and Stella was helped up on what was now the stage. On cue she placed her arms out straight and they all fixed their eyes on her body. Small, just-blooming breasts, flat stomach, and triangle of… no wait, there was hair, but it was powdered white. So was her entire body.
Tom ran an open hand over her small breasts – her nipples quivered – down her stomach and between her legs. Stepping back he signaled to Margaret to come forward and said, 'Touch the child of Satan.'
Margaret had difficulty keeping the grin off her face as she ran her hands down Stella's front and between her legs. Next was Charles, who was visibly shaking as he extended his hand to touch the powder-smooth skin of the lean girl, who stood straight and proud before him. His hand slid gently over the extended, tight-nippled tits and down her silky stomach, paused briefly and then slipped between her legs. A hint of dampness greeted his fingers, sending chills through him.
Stella also began to enjoy the great attention and lingering hands of these admirers. But Margaret had warned her about the dirty things men would try to do to her, so she just paid attention and waited. For the most part, the girls touched her quickly and moved away. Jay Schmidtline took the longest, feeling each tit sensuously and letting his hand linger between her legs, his fingers probing at the crevice in the rear. Juices tingled in her virgin cunt and she pressed hard on the palm of his hand to relieve some of the itch.
As soon as everyone had a turn, the chalice was passed around and everyone drank deeply.
Tom took Stella's arm and assisted her from the stage, turned to face the group and stood motionless as Stella parted his cloak and ran her hands down his chest. All eyes watched intently as she reached the upright cock and slowly stroked the smooth long rod. Then she turned from Tom and repeated the ritual on the others.
Up to now it was all calculated. Tom had figured from past experience that there was little hope of getting any of the girls to volunteer for the role of being the first one undressed, touched, or fucked. And until the ice was broken, there would never be any sexual activity in the group. It wasn't easy talking Margaret into letting Stella participate, but he decided that once they had all touched the girl, they couldn't very well reject being touched by her. Now, as he had promised Margaret, he must remove Stella from the center stage and replace her with one of the older girls.
'Kay Krauss,' he said as Stella finished the 'feeling-up' ceremony. 'Please come forward.' Kay stepped to the center of the group, between Tom and Stella, facing the audience. 'As a member of Satan's beloved daughters, do
