Chapter X
On the way back to the camp the good servant of the Lord had a wonderful
idea. This child of Satan would be used in one of the courses being given as
part of the summer camp curriculum. The history of the Inquisition was always a
popular subject, but was limited to lectures and a set of dog-eared notes that
had been compiled many years ago by Father Thrasher, a renowned scholar and
authority on this period of Church history. Father Morecock was about to make a
major breakthrough in how this course was to be taught in the future. It would
take at least a week to properly prepare for this new and improved version. A
number of devices and machines had to be constructed. A select cadre of
counselors would have to be trained so they could adequately perform their
roles. Naturally he had already reserved the major parts of this pageant of pain
for himself and other members of the clergy.
He was concerned that the presence of Mary Katherine would distract the
camp personnel as well as those attending. He was in a quandary about what to do
with her. He decided to call his mentor, Father Flogg, for advice. This proved
to be an excellent idea. The old priest heartily approved of his plans for the
possessed girl and announced that he would make every attempt to be in
attendance when Father Morecock debuted his updated version of this course.
Father Flogg then proceeded to tell his protege about Camp Animus, a
place dedicated to bestiality. Approximately ten years ago a sect of defrocked
priests and renegade nuns established a refuge for their unholy order in the
vicinity of the summer camp. Its guiding principle was summed up in the
following two rules. " We should know and love all God's creatures including the
beasts of the field. Women should be sexually subservient to these animals to
show their love for God's works." A few of the more radical members of the sect
wanted to extend this second rule to include men as well, but this proposal was
denied by the head of the order.
Financial support for the small band came from their successful efforts
to establish what became a thriving business of producing and distributing video
tapes of their very unique rites to a variety of foreign outlets who were
somewhat in concert with their philosophy of knowing, in the biblical sense, all
God's creatures. The establishment of this outpost of evil caused a furor that
reverberated up to the office of the archdiocese, where it was decreed that
there would be no formal acknowledgement of the existence of this place, and
even more importantly, no interaction with any member of the sect. For some
years this fiat was honored even though a distance less than five miles, as the
crow flies, separated the two camps.
Coincidently the leader of the sect, the rechristened Father Equus, was
well known to Father Flogg. The two had met at the seminary and had kept in
touch over the years when he was known as Father Fangcutter. Their close
physical proximity and the passage of time created a situation where there
developed a very informal, almost tenuous line of communication between the two
old acquaintances. The old priest now offered to provide his young assistant
access to Father Equus, believing that there was a good chance that the order
might accept Mary Katherine on a temporary basis. " I believe my old friend will
be most intrigued by the opportunity to drive the demon from the girl, thereby
demonstrating that God is, so to speak, on their side." Flogg said, summarizing
his approach to the problem of keeping her from becoming a distraction.
A few hours after his conversation with his mentor Father Morecock
received a call from Father Equus. It was a long and difficult negotiation. He
thought he had made an excellent case concerning the need for Mary Katherine to
be lodged with the nearby group. He had then carefully pointed out the
advantages that would accrue to the order if they managed to exorcize this demon
that had proven to be impervious to his attempts to drive it from the girl.
However the head of the order was not so easily convinced. He had realized quite
early in their negotiation that this "gift horse", so to speak, might have very
poor teeth. Father Morecock, not being experienced in dealing with such an
implacable foe was forced to give ground and sweeten the pot in the form of a
pair of his counselors who would become part of the package. To his dismay this
was not enough. He also had to agree that the two girls would remain with the
order for the rest of the summer. The defrocked priest ended the call once he
had informed Morecock that he would send a guide to escort the three girls back
to his camp.
The young priest suffered some pangs of conscience when he informed two
of Mary's cabin mates, the aforementioned Mistresses J and E, that they would be
accompanying the girl on her hike to a secret place. He made it sound as if they
were to be her guards and once their charge was delivered they would be
returning to camp. He did neglect to tell the two that their return would be
delayed considerably and it was quite likely that their faith would be sorely
tried during their stay with the sect. He consoled himself with the thought that
perhaps their ordeals might cause them to deviate from the lesbian path they
seemed determined to follow.
While these events were taking place Mary was undergoing a thorough
thrashing at the hands of the angry and quite frustrated camp counselors. No
matter how hard or how long she was beaten she miraculously began to heal the
moment they stopped. They finally gave up their efforts to whip the devil out of
her, literally as well as figuratively, and decided to take a new tack. They
dragged the girl to a patch of sandy soil located in a small stand of stunted
trees. While Mary Katherine was held in the firm grip of two of the strongest
girls, others began to spray the area with water until it was transformed into a
muddy mess. Wooden stakes were quickly hammered into the ground and her wrists
and ankles were secured with lengths of leather to them, stretching her naked
body into the shape of an X. This done they began to pour a mixture of sugar and
water over the front of her body until it glistened.
Mary hardly noticed the first few bites, attributing them to perhaps
flies or even gnats. However within a couple of minutes the drying earth began
to undulate from the thousands of angry soldier ants that had burst from their
caves beneath the dirt, ready to repel the invader. Soon her naked body was
covered with a living blanket of ferocious insects, their mandibles tearing at
her sugar coated flesh. She began to scream in fear and then agony as they
overwhelmed her. The counselors had gathered in a semi-circle at a safe distance
to watch the fun.
Her visitor was slow to react to this new threat to its host and the
ants took full advantage of the situation. Mary's screams grew louder and then
died away as the angry army marched over her lips, stinging as they went, and
entered her mouth, rapidly filling it with scores of tiny needles furiously
injecting minute amounts of formic acid into the soft tissue lining her mouth,
the firmer tissue of her gums, and finally her tongue.
The counselors enjoyed the sight of Mary Katherine writhing in agony as
the fire ants continued to pour out from the ground and invade every opening her
blistering body offered. Some of the young ladies were even diddling themselves,
brought to some kind of sexual boil by the sight unfolding before them. Then
their helpless victim ripped herself free from the stakes that held her in place
and sat up, brushing the swarming ants from her body and twitching like a horse
beset with biting flies. Then she stood erect and stamped her feet as she
continued to brush the angry ants from her naked body. This display of inhuman
power stunned the camp staffers and they moved back in fear. Then when the girl,
still partially coated with stinging ants, advanced toward them they fled back
to the safety of the camp buildings, leaving the girl to finish cleaning herself
of the vicious jawed solder ants.
Father Morecock, having finished his discussion with the leader of the
sect, was just leaving his cabin when he was nearly bowled over by a group of
stampeding camp staffers. He managed to stop one of the young ladies, a
toothsome morsel that he had plans for before the summer ran its course, and
calmed her down sufficiently to discover what had just transpired just beyond
the camp grounds. He hurried over to the doctor's station and told him what had
occurred. " I have just the solution to this problem," the physician said as he
rummaged around in his medical bag. He gave a grunt of satisfaction and then
withdrew a small leather pouch, which when opened revealed a gleaming syringe
and a vial of blue tinged liquid. He smiled and said, "This is capable of
calming down animals weighing up to one thousand pounds. I think it should do
nicely for our little troublemaker."
(To be continued)
