"Unholy Communion a.k.a. BBQ Pit From Hell" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/48hnXf0H Created on: Wednesday 1st of June 2016 01:57:33 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:35:39 AM UTC Unholy Communion a.k.a. BBQ Pit From Hell – payment for sins can be tasty by Soupy Disclaimer: Though this story involves a fictional “church” and fictional "religion," it is not intended to make any statements about real religion. Any semblance to a real religion is irrelevant because this story is pure fiction and fantasy, for entertainment purposes only. It is not intended to spark a debate about real religion. Nor will I debate real religion in this forum. DO NOT READ THIS STORY if the use of religion in a Dolcett-type story, or if a sexualized version of communion, would offend you! Warning: Contains public blood-play and spitting. Addison and Madison had been friends since they could remember. When one was not visiting or sleeping over at the other’s house, she was constantly on the phone with, texting, or skyping the other, even at work. Many in the community thought they were sisters, one seldom being seen around town without the other. Once upon a Saturday, Addison’s father called her in to the living room for a talk. She curled up beside him on the sofa with her arms around his chest and laid her head on his shoulder. “What goes on, dad?” “You know, Addie, your mom and I have been going to the new church across town with Maddie’s parents for about a year now. We got to talking with them the other day, and we all feel it’s time that you and Maddie come to the new church with us. We know you girls are more spiritual than religious but, for the sake of family togetherness, will you come with us tomorrow? It’s a special service. And Maddie’s parents are asking her to come too.” “No prob. For you, pops, anything. I guess I can give up one Sunday of sleeping in.” “Thanks, sweetie,” he said, kissing her head. “Your mom and I appreciate your sacrifice. Oh, and don’t eat anything for breakfast tomorrow morning, there’s a huge barbecue after church.” “K.K. Gotta bounce. Meeting my bestie at the mall, but we’ll be here for dinner, and she’s gonna stay the night.” *** Later that night, the girls were watching music vids together in bed, chatting about the prospect of going to church. “Ya know, having to get all dressed up tomorrow is jank,” said Maddie. “If a god created this totes awesome bod,” waving her hands like a car-show model down the length of her nubile, muscular body from her pert nipples, which were clearly outlined against her thin pajama top, to her naked toes with nails painted pink to match her fair complexion, “why should we have to cover it up? Sexuality is part of who we are.” The two giggled at the notion of public nudity and at Maddie’s use of the word “sexuality.” To say that they were sexually naďve would be an understatement. They’d had a strict religious upbringing, but managed to separate their spirituality from religion when their parents started going to the new church. As for dating, no boy could come close to matching the fondness they had developed for each other; so, they didn’t date much. This meant that their sexual experience was limited to tandem masturbation—each diddling her own twat while holding hands and watching videos of their favorite boy band. And that night was no different. As they lay in bed under the covers, holding hands, with a music video on the TV and their free hands down their pajama pants, Addie said, “I gotta totes cray cray idea! Why don’t we like… silently protest religion tomorrow by not wearing any bra or panties under our dresses? We’d be virtually nekkid in church!” “That’s beyond amazeballs! I’m down with that,” Maddie said, as she picked up the pace of her masturbation. “And the ’rents and the rest of the prudish prunes at church won’t be the wiser.” Maddie had unconsciously tightened her grip on her BFF’s hand, causing Addie to quicken her pace as well. The girls’ breathing grew rapid and irregular, and a few muscles twitched involuntarily as both neared orgasm—tandem orgasms were quite common for them. There was a brief pause as both girls stopped all movement, all breathing, and all thought processes while every muscle tightened. Then, one let out a tiny stifled squeal as first she, then her co-orgasmic friend, was overcome by twitches, which coalesced into rhythmic contractions. After their long orgasm, air was exhaled, breathing was returned to normal, and the girls cuddled, diddling their pubes until they fell asleep. *** The next morning, the families met up in front of the church, dressed in their Sunday best, and exchanged pleasantries as the girls did their best not to turn red with embarrassment—their nipples hardened from brushing against the material of their knee-length church dresses and their genitals were open to the air, free for anyone to see but for their viewing angle. The families sat together in a pew near the front of the packed church. There was an elevated altar front and center with flowers along the front of its base, a red cloth draped over it, and a golden manger-like cradle atop it; though, it looked more like a grate to hold logs in a fireplace than something that could hold a baby. Behind the altar stood two X-shaped crosses, also elevated for the congregation to see. To the outside of each cross was what looked like a seven-foot tall, extra-wide stainless steel side-by-side refrigerator/freezer, but the depth of the appliance was as shallow as the doors were thick. The girls dispassionately participated in all the ceremonial pomp and circumstance for the sake of their families, rising and sitting on cue, all the while aware of their “nakedness” and hoping that their thoughts of the four handsome guys they spotted, sitting in the front row wearing white altar-boy robes over their suits, did not lead to wet spots on the backs of their dresses. Like some twins, each usually knew what the other was thinking without having to utter a word, a skill well-suited for church. About halfway through the service, the offering plates were passed. Most people put in cash, checks, or white envelopes—containing either some form of currency or a passive-aggressive empty protest to public collections—but, the girls’ fathers each put in a red envelope. Now, the girls were really curious. “S’up with the red envelope, dad?” Addison whispered into her father’s ear. “It’s our annual tithe,” he responded. “But why is ours red?” “You’ll see shortly.” Once the plates were collected, all the red envelopes—only the two this Sunday—were retrieved by the minister, who opened them and carefully read the contents. “My dear congregation, we are so blessed today to have two families who have graciously offered up their daughters for communion today. Would you please stand and welcome Addison and Madison.” The people stood and applauded, some offering an amen or two, while the girls turned redder than their fathers’ envelopes. Here they were, expected to help with some religious ritual on an elevated dais, and neither of them had any underwear. As their parents were hugging them, Madison said, “Mom, I can’t go up there. I didn’t wear any panties today.” “Don’t worry dear. That won’t matter,” her mom said. After her dad hugged her, he held her by the shoulders, looked her right in the eyes, and said, “Just do everything they tell you to do, and I mean e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g! Do it right when they tell you to do it, no matter what it is. I am confident you will do me proud up there.” The girls were both entirely embarrassed and totally confused—Addison’s father had given her the same admonition—but, by now, the four robe-wearing boys were there to escort them up front. On the dais in front of the altar, both girls held the front of their dress against the front of their legs, not taking any chances that people in the front row might see their girl bits. But the thought of their privates being seen by so many people was slightly arousing to them—at least, that’s what their erect nipples and wet pussies were telling them. The minister, standing behind them with a hand on each head, said, “Praise be to god for today’s offering.” The congregation responded, “Amen.” The minister whispered into their ears, “Put your hands at your sides, girls, and whatever you do, stay perfectly still for this next part. I’m going to cut your clothes.” Then, walking around to the front, he pulled out a shiny knife with an 8-inch blade and a ceremonial gold handle. In front of Addison, the old preacher winked, eliciting a nervous smile from the girl. Then, he pulled the neckline of her dress out far enough to insert the blade between dress and skin and cut the fabric straight downward, between her breasts and through the hemline. Fear overruled embarrassment. Addison was so afraid of being cut that she didn’t even try to hide herself when the cut was finished and two of the altar boys removed the dress from behind. She was totally humiliated by her decision to wear nothing beneath the dress, but at this point, she wasn’t even sure if it mattered. When the preacher stepped over to cut Madison’s dress, Addie gave in to the urge to cover herself with her arms, but each of her altar-boy tenders grabbed a wrist and restrained it behind her back. There she stood. Aside from heels, she was now in god’s house, on display to a few hundred nicely-dressed, prissy, and as far as she had been concerned, prudish people, as naked as the day she was born into the world. Except now, she had small puffy breasts and prominent labia, which were peeking out though her curly brown pubes. To her horror, the wet spot she had feared would be on her dress was now running down her leg. She wondered: could she possibly be enjoying this? The minister cut Madison’s dress away in the same manner. She, too, was mortified and had to be restrained when her own small breasts with light-pink puffy nipples and her matching pink labia peeking through black curly pubes were on display for the congregation. Like her friend, she had a stream of pussy juice running down her leg as well. Both girls unintentionally gave the congregation a great view of their muscular asses as they once again followed commands and stepped out of their heels before being led behind the altar to a cross. This was certainly the most bizarre ritual they had ever heard of and, definitely a story they’d be telling for years. With the assistance of their tenders, they stepped up onto the footrests of the cross, with their backs to the wooden structure, their legs spread, and their arms spread at an equal angle above their heads. Restraints were then attached across their abdomens, wrists, elbows, and knees. At this point, the tenders went to work with electric hair trimmers, removing all pubic hair while guarding sensitive labia with their fingers. Having experienced two new sensations, the vibrations from the trimmers and the touch of cute boys, both girls were on the verge of orgasm. Maddie’s pussy drool was all the way to her ankle, and Addie’s stringer was attached at one end to her labia and at the other, to her knee. As their wetness increased, however, their embarrassment was evaporating. Each stared perplexedly at their parents, who were beaming with pride. Addie couldn’t imagine what might be coming next in this goofy-assed ritual, but she trusted her family and would obey her father. Maddie was all ready to sign up for this again the next week or month or however often they did this. While one guy cleansed each girl from face to toe with soapy water and sponge, another used a safety razor to carefully shave away any pubic stubble missed by the trimmer before rinsing with fresh warm water from a low-pressure hose. On the floor beneath each cross was a large decorative grate, covering a drain to carry away the wash water. The pressure on their clits from the sponging and hand toweling sent involuntary twitches throughout their bodies. The girls were sure that they were being washed with holy water because the sensations were heavenly. They weren’t sure, however, if it was acceptable for them to be showing signs of enjoyment. As the tenders finished and stepped aside, the minister stepped forward and said, “With the bodies cleansed, please form two lines up the center aisle to drink of the blood and partake of the bodies that god has given these girls.” Two altar-boy tenders switched into usher mode and conducted the congregation pew by pew into lines, starting with the girls’ families. The preacher whispered to the girls, “I didn’t lie to you before; I’m not going to lie to you now. This part will hurt a little, but it won’t kill you. The pain will go away quickly, and you might even enjoy it.” As he steadied Maddie’s tit with one hand, he pulled out the knife again. She steeled herself for what was to come. With the razor-sharp blade, he made a quick vertical incision, cutting her nipple in half but sparing the areola. He went to Addie to do the same thing before coming back to do Maddie’s other nipple. This alternation gave them a short break, but surprisingly, the knife was so sharp that they really didn’t feel much pain—only a slight burning sensation followed by the wet trickle of blood down the breast. Once he had nicked all four nips, he knelt between Maddie’s legs. This time, he retracted her clitoral hood with two fingers and bisected her clit in the same manner. That hurt like a son of a bitch, causing her to wince and causing blood to flow immediately. Before the pain had even subsided, she felt three mouths and tongues lapping up blood from her wounds. She opened her eyes as the three people stood up. Two of them were her parents. They had reverent looks on their faces and didn’t say anything, but her dad left a bloody kiss on her cheek before being handed a napkin and returning to his seat to make room for the next three communion-takers. Maddie looked over at Addie, whose parents were partaking of her blood and body. Addie looked back with an expression that said, “This is some fucked-up shit, but what the hell.” Between communion-takers, a tender cleansed the girls’ wounds using a cloth soaked with an edible, and tasty, disinfectant to minimize transmission of infectious diseases—unbeknownst to the girls, the red envelopes also contained recent test results, proving they were free of communicable diseases. The repeated wound cleansings also kept the wounds open and freely bleeding. Addie asked the preacher if she could hold her friend’s hand; he agreed, since they had been so cooperative, and freed the hands nearest each other. Hand in hand again, the girls closed their eyes and were reminded of lying in bed, diddling themselves, only this time, people were doing it for them. And they were getting their tits sucked too. By the tenth, or so, trinity of religious vampires, the girls’ muscles had begun to twitch erratically, their grips had started to strengthen, and they began to feed off each other’s grip strength. When the thirteenth mouth covered Addie’s cunt and the tongue sought blood from her hypersensitive clit—being cut open, it had even more nerves exposed for direct stimulation—she exploded, shooting pussy juice into old man’s mouth. He was surprised, but eagerly swallowed it down—it was considered a good omen. On Maddie’s side of the handhold, the years of operant conditioning—having an orgasm just after feeling her friend’s hand spasm—once again caused her to erupt, spraying pussy juice, and maybe some pee, all over the dress of the elderly woman who was kneeling before her. The surprised octogenarian quickly leaned forward, trying to catch any remaining airborne liquid in her mouth before swallowing and going in for her share of blood. Maddie sprayed again as soon as the woman’s lips touched her sex. After the next half-dozen trios, the girls started having orgasms more frequently. By the sixtieth, they were so over-stimulated that they came with any slight touch of nipple or clit. Due to skipping breakfast and the loss of blood and bodily fluids, the girls slowly went into shock, which they experienced as a dreamlike state. They could still feel their sore nips, and their clits felt like they were on fire, but the sensations from the rest of the body had faded by comparison. Their brains just wanted to sleep but kept being awakened by new orgasms. They didn’t even notice when the stimulation had finally stopped. Their brains didn’t register the preacher batting cleanup and then saying, “Now that the bodies have been cleansed, and we have drunk of the blood and have partaken of the bodies that god has given these girls, we must cleanse their souls and eat of the bodies.” As the minister went on with the ritual monologue, the altar boys switched back into tender mode and inserted a wide-bore enema tube into each rectum; the girls were too worn out to notice. Hooked up to a colon cleansing machine, each colon was repeatedly filled with a special cleansing solution before being evacuated. Addison’s machine was the first to register as complete. The guys detached her, both from the machine and from the cross, and carried her to the altar. They placed her on her back on the golden spitting cradle with her head hanging off one end and her arms and legs hanging off to the sides, fitting nicely between bars of the contraption almost as if it were built for that sole purpose. The preacher picked up a metal spit and said, “And now I will force the soul out and call upon god to judge it, thus, cleansing the soul from the body and the body from the soul. Praise be to god.” After an amen from the congregation, he put the point of the shaft between Addie’s virgin lips and pressed steadily forward, causing the spit to pierce its way through her vagina, through her tangle of viscera, and out her mouth. The girl barely even flinched during her impalement; she was still numb from all the orgasms. When the spit was perfectly aligned he inserted a pointy thin, but sturdy, rod between two ribs in the girl’s armpit, through a perfectly-aligned hole in the spit, and out the other side of the girl’s chest to make a “t” shape with the spit and to keep the body from slipping on the spit. The doors of the appliance that looked like a refrigerator/freezer were opened ninety degrees and locked in place, revealing a kind of open oven with rows and rows of gas nozzles covering the inside of each door and the back wall. Addie was lifted from the cradle via the spit and carried to the oven, where the spit was turned vertical and the foot end, set into a holder in the floor, which was surrounded by a grate-covered receptacle to collect the drippings. The spitting procedure was quickly repeated on the other offering, and she soon joined her friend in her own oven, legs dangling straight down, arms draped over the t-rod, and mouths pointing toward heaven. The congregation stood at the behest of the minister as a tender climbed a ladder behind each oven, being careful not to bang their heads on the exhaust hoods above. Each reached over the back wall of their oven and placed a knife at the throat of the offering. On cue, knives were drawn across exposed throats, and blood flowed down the front of each girl. When the blood had covered each body and was dripping from the toes, the ovens were lit. A jet of fire spewed from every nozzle, engulfing each offering entirely in flames as the congregation prayed. Though each girl could have been technically still alive, neither felt the flames as their lovely manes went up in smoke and out the exhaust hoods followed by their top layers of skin, which were slightly blackened with char. Any human spirits had now fled their innocent corporeal bounds, and the flames were shut off long enough for the organist to relieve the bodies of organs as the choir sang a haunting hymn in a minor key. The flames were then restarted, but at a lower setting, to provide the perfect slow-roasting temperature as the spits were set to rotate and the tenders used long mops to baste the roasts from time to time. Every one of the prissy, prudish parishioners sat there thinking of lunch, which was cooking before their eyes, rather than paying attention to the rest of the minister’s sermon. Just as they had drunk of the blood, they ate of the bodies.