"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 you solemnly swear to abide by his laws and commandments?"

"Yes," she gulped.

"Step up on the coffin," he ordered. She obeyed and he prayed the reinforcements he had built into the cardboard box would support her weight. They did!

With a bit of showmanship, he stepped before her, opened the clasp and the cape dropped to her feet. Tom ran his fingers over her body, quickly at first, then slow, almost as though he were examining her for the audience.

"Bend over, please," Tom instructed, indicating that her ass was to be aimed at the viewers. She turned and bent. A white spotlight went on and the stage was now well lit. Tom spread the fat balls of flesh for all to see her small, puckered asshole. A flush of embarrassment went through Kay. Then he had her sit on the coffin and spread her legs. All eyes centered on the pink lips, which Tom spread with his fingers. Kay wanted to scream from embarrassment, but couldn't. And Tom was extremely pleased with her reaction to this ritual, which he considered an important breakthrough, shattering old taboos they had all been brought up to respect. He was sure their sex life, like his own was restricted to a single partner in a dark room: not any more!

"You have pleased Satan with your obedience," he told Kay, taking her by the hand and leading her to the center of the circle, where Stella stood holding a small jar. Ceremoniously, Tom dipped a finger in the jar and applied the purple rouge to her nipples. Another dot at the navel and a circle on her buttocks, at the approximate location of her hidden asshole.