Consensual ConsequencesChapter 28 The Altar
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Abused on the Altar
I first met Mary some years ago at Church. She was the wife of the Pastor
and had been a young woman when she married her husband. He was much
older than her, but he had a persuasive voice and Mary was young and
pretty.
Many years later, Mary's husband died, and she inherited the
congregation. She was now much older. I wasn't really sure how old, but I
guessed about 55-60. However, she still looked attractive for her age,
and dressed very smartly; usually in white, which made a nice, sexy
contrast with her dark brown skin.
I wasn't a very regular churchgoer by any means, but attend regularly
enough to be noticed by Mary.
Mary had, of course, her group of ladies who always congregate around a
religious figure. These ladies were nearly all Black and all looked
gorgeous when made-up and dressed beautifully for service.
Mary would come to talk to me occasionally; particularly when I went into
the church during quiet times. There was nothing sexual about our
relationship then. We would talk about things and pray together.
The area in which Mary's church was located had become more crime-ridden.
Mary herself tried to engage with the local community on these issues,
and whilst she found willing and sympathetic people of the older age
groups, the younger one - those who committed the crimes - didn't want to
now.
One day I had decided to go into the church for a few moments of quiet
and reflection. As I neared the church, a hooded figure burst out of the
door and ran quickly away.
It seemed strange as, quite often, Mary would walk with the person or
persons to the door when they left. Anyway, I decided to go in.
The church wasn't very large, but had an altar at the front and most of
the expected church-related accoutrements. It was, like many churches,
fairly dark inside, so it was difficult to see, at least initially, what
had happened.
As I moved further into the church I could see there was something
strange about the altar: it looked like someone was lying on top of it.
The noise of my approach caused the body on the altar to turn. It was
Mary.
I hastened toward her as she began to call out muffled screams. It was
now obvious what had happened to her.
Mary had been left bound and gagged on top of the altar. Her white blouse
had been ripped open and her breasts exposed. These had been ejaculated
on.
Her skirt had been pushed up and her tights and panties removed. These
had been used to gag her. Mary's belly, legs, vaginal area and anus had
been repeatedly ejaculated on as well; she had been repeatedly raped.
Inserted into her vagina was a cross she carried, along with a
candlestick holder and a statue of the Virgin Mary.. Another candlestick
holder had been forced into her anus.
Candles had been melted over her body, and some of the Holy oils she used
had been poured over her as well.
Her hands and feet had impaled onto the altar with dowels of some sort,
and had bled significantly.
Mary was in shock and slipping into unconsciousness. She had ceased to
cry.
I hurried over to her.
"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll get you out of this."
Quickly, I removed the statue, cross and candlestick holders; these
actions caused Mary to moan and whimper with relief.
To try and help cover her modesty, I lowered her skirt and buttoned her
blouse - which she seemed to appreciate - I didn't try to remove the wax
or the semen; in particular, the semen was vital evidence.
"Now, this will probably hurt when I remove these dowels."
"MMmpphh!" Mary whimpered.
As smoothly as possible, I removed each dowel. Fortunately, they came out
cleanly, and, without having damaged anything really vital.
However, she was still bleeding from the wounds to her flesh, so,
noticing some cloths, I started placing these around her wounded hands
and feet. I had nothing to secure them in place with.
Maybe her gag could be used? I removed the tights and panties from her
mouth and began tearing the nylon tights so I could use them to hold the
cloths in place. Unfortunately, I only had one pair of tights.
It was at this moment that some other women entered the church.
They stopped abruptly upon entering with gasps of horror.
"Quick!" I said. "I need your help! Mary has been attacked and badly
injured. Call an ambulance. Do any of you have any dressings?"
The three women - all Black - came running toward us.
"What has happened? Is she alright?"
"She'll be better if we can stop the bleeding and get an ambulance. I
have no phone."
One of the woman started making a phonecall, whilst the others searched
through their bags for something to hold the cloths in place. They had
nothing. Looking at their legs, I noticed some were wearing tights.
"If any of you are wearing tights or stockings, they would do."
"Stockings! What type of a girl do you think I am?" One of the ladies -
named Mimmie - replied, rather mischievously as she kicked off her black
heels and started to lower her tights. She gave me a strange but flirty
look as she removed her black tights. She had nice legs both with and
without tights.
A pair of grey tights was thrust into my hand by a lady called Belinda
and I quickly tore these up and used them to secure more cloths to Mary's
feet. Mimmie's black tights were similarly pressed into service.
By this time - Susan - the woman speaking to the ambulance, and has come
to help.
"Don't touch any of the items lying around - or indeed, attempt to clean
Mary up - the police will want the evidence."
There was little we could do other than try to keep Mary warm and
comfortable.
"Do you know what happened?"
"Someone has attacked Mary. He has used her sexually and tortured her in
a type of ritual sacrifice."
The realisation hit the three women.
"Oh No! She's been raped!"
"Yes; there's not much we can do about it now, other than give Mary love
and support."
"You've been coming here quite a lot, haven't you?" Susan asked me. "You
sit at the back of the church."
"Yes; Mary has been very kind. I lost my job some years ago, and have
been living in sheltered accommodation on and off. Mary and her late
husband used to help out at the shelter some times and I got to know them
quite well. She helped find me odd-jobs."
Just then, the ambulance and police arrived and we were moved aside.
Obviously, there were questions to be asked.
By now, a small crowd had gathered outside the church.
Being the first male on the scene, I was, naturally, under suspicion. .
However, as Mary was wheeled past on the stretcher, she whispered, "Thank
you," to me.
Statements were taken from myself and the three ladies. I had to provide
DNA samples, which would take about 2-3 days to process.
I did, however, give a description of the figure I saw running away.
The ladies were asked about whether they had seen a figure running away.
Unfortunately, none of them had. It seemed that, other than my
description and, whatever Mary would be able to tell the police, there
was no identification to go on.
In the meantime, my DNA sample had returned a negative, which was a great
relief. The DNA from the semen, along with fingerprints and other
evidence, helped to clarify some of the attributes of the attacker.
Databases were searched to find a match to any known criminals. Nothing
came out positive from these searches. It was as if someone had decided
to attack Mary at random - which was unusual, given the type of crime.
Mary came round in hospital and managed to give a very basic account of
what had happened to her, along with a description of her attacker. Some
of the details matched my description of the figure I saw running away.
These elements helped to clear me from the investigation. All this
created a sensation in the local area -and, indeed, beyond - and people
considered me a hero for saving Mary's life.
People started asking about me and who I was and what I had been doing
with me life.
To their surprise, they found out that I had been living a fairly normal
life until being made redundant. Unable to afford mortgage payments, I
had to move into a sheltered accommodation. I had been unable to find
work for several years, except for the odd jobs Mary found for me.
Given that I was considered Mary's saviour, people began to want to help
me. For many years, although I had been attending the church and got to
know a few people, I had not really been accepted into the family; which,
given the supposed Christian values, was strange.
However, now things were different. People started asking me to come for
dinner, and I managed to get afford a job. I was considered "normal"
again, I suppose.
Mary was in hospital about three weeks, and had her feet and hands
bandaged for some time after that. Indeed, she was confined to a
wheelchair for a few weeks, but still insisted on giving a weekly church
service.
The first service was packed with people. Many had never been before.
I took my usual place at the back; out of the way. However, Mimmie and
Belinda insisted I come with them to sit amongst the "inner circle."
Mimmie whispered that she had decided to wearing stockings and not tights
for the occasion. It was an interesting diversion, but not really
helpful. She was an attractive woman; but married.
Mary's voice was shaky at the start, but she seemed to gain strength from
the occasion. People were sympathetic to her. She had insisted on wearing
her traditional white dress as she normally did. People couldn't help
looking at her bandaged hands and feet.
Mary described in some detail the attack - which I thought was brave of
her but - potentially - ill-advised. I guessed she wanted to make people
understand the terror she had been through and a determination to find
her attacker. There were gasps of horror as she described the rape; the
insertion of religious objects and the attempted crucifixion.
Then, of course, she described the rescue, and had me stand up and join
her. Again, she described in detail what I had done, and then she called
on Mimmie, Belinda and Susan to join us.
People gave freely into the collection that day.
Afterwards, I was treated like Royalty. I explained that I had done what
any good-natured person would do.
After the service, there was a special celebration, with lots of food,
and, in the afternoon, Mimmie took Mary and I to her house.
Mary seemed shy of me and Mimmie flirty with me. Mary, of course, knew I
had seen more of her body than almost any man on Earth. Was she ashamed
of her body? Or of me seeing it in such a manner?
Over the next few days, I spent a good deal of my non-working time with
either Mary, Mimmie, Belinda or Susan. It wasn't a major issue, as all
were attractive ladies. However, Mary was the only one without a husband,
but it was Mimmie who was doing the flirting. Maybe she was trying to
give Mary pointers?
More worrying was the fact that the perpetrator had not been caught: he
appeared, committed the crime and disappeared. Women were feeling scared
to be alone at night.
When I met with some of the church ladies, I always ensured that they
were safely home before I left them.
Mary was still confined to a wheelchair whilst her feet healed. As she
lived next to the church, it was an easy matter to whee her across.
However, I was concerned that, as Mary lived alone and was partially
disabled at present, her attacker might return.
One evening, I had been with Mimmie, Belinda and Susan to Mary's house.
We ensured she was safe and I escorted the women back to their houses.
After dropping them off, I walked back towards the church as it was near
where my housing was. I wanted to make sure that everything was alright.
As I walked towards Mary's house, I noticed that some of her plants had
been trampled. Then I noticed one of Mary's slippers by the door. The
door was ajar. There was broken glass.
My heart was pounding.
I opened the door, not know what to expect.
The scene inside was a mess. I hurried through the house calling Mary's
name. There was silence. That could mean many things, of course. However,
her wheelchair was missing. Finding no-one in the house, I grabbed a
large knife from the kitchen and went out into the garden. There was no
sign of Mary.
I had been given a basic mobile phone and sent a quick text to Mimmie to
get the police to the church as Mary had gone missing.
Then I saw wheelchair tracks leading off towards the church ad a faint
glow of candlelight inside.
I knew the entrances to the church should be locked. However, if Mary had
been taken to the church, it meant there was a key.
I tried the doors. All were locked. However, one had the key inside the
lock. I knew that someone had taken Mary inside the church and locked
themselves in, thinking that no-one could get in.
However, before being made redundant, I had learnt how to get into hard
to get into places. It took a few agonising minutes as I ran back to
Mary's house to find a couple of tools, but I managed to break the lock
with making much noise.
Softly, I opened the door.
Inside I could hear a man talking to Mary, telling her that, as a non-
believer in the true God, she must die.
I could hear Mary's whimpers and sobs as I crept closer.
Mary had been stripped naked and bound to the altar as before. Indeed,
the whole set-up was exactly as the first time I had seen her. However,
her attacker was about the slice her open whilst she was still alive.
Using the techniques I had been taught years ago, I was able to get
behind him and seize the knife he had in his hand and wrestled him away.
He was surprised and tried to fight me, but my killer instinct that I
honed during my time with the Special Forces came back to me.
He had almost killed Mary twice. I wasn't about to let that happen again.
There are a number of ways of killing a man quickly and silently.
Fortunately, the general public are not aware of most of them - for
obvious reasons.
Having been paid by my country previously to kill enemies of the country,
I had no hesitation of killing again.
It didn't take very long.
The attacker lay dead on the floor and I went to release Mary; who, of
course, had witnessed my dealing with the attacker.
It was as I began to untie Mary that the police arrived.
Mimmie, Belinda and Susan were there too. That had captured some of the
action on their phones.
Ambulance crews then took over dealing with Mary.
"Did you kill him?" I was asked.
"Yes. It seemed the only course of action."
The deceased was taken away and identified. It appeared he was a
radicalised Muslim who, it was discovered, had a mass of secret documents
planning the rape, torture and murder of Mary.
I was looked upon in a different light. There was a trial, of course, as
my actions had to be accounted for. The community were surprised to learn
I had been a Special Forces operative, and had been "let go" due to a
combination of factors. I declined to say what these were; citing
Official Secrets and need-to-know and so forth.
I was asked whether I had set out to kill the deceased or was it
accidental.
I replied that my primary concern was to safety of Mary. She would have
died had I not intervened.
As the perpetrator was armed, I felt that both the lives of Mary and I
were at stake. Mary was unable to assist in the situation and I had no
idea when other assistance might arrive.
In the end - due to intense public sympathy for Mary and I, and with
considerable religious pressure from very senior figures from a number of
religions who were shocked at the attack on a member of the clergy - the
charges against me were thrown out.
For the second time, the community came around us. But this time, I was
considered in awe, and people asked me about my time serving my country.
I told them what I could, but kept back a lot of the juicy bits as they
may compromise current members of the forces.
There was, of course, a question about what to do with Mary. I had saved
Mary's life twice, and Mary felt she needed to give me recompense.
"I am too old for children," she told me sadly. "Maybe you should look
for a younger woman? I think most of the women under the age of about
forty-five will want to have your babies after this!"
Babies didn't matter. Mary did.
"I not sure what type of girl you think I am," Mary said to me. "It is
years since I had sex - and it was never very adventurous when I did have
it."
"We'll cross that bridge later," I replied.
"Unfortunately, you have seen my body twice before wedlock." Mary was
disappointed.
"Sorry if I looked at you inappropriately at any time." It was all I
could think of to say.
"How could you think that?" Mary paused before continuing. "I know you
like my legs though!" There was a flirtatious smile. "An angel told me!
Not that I mind too much.
The wedding was a major event in the community. Hundreds lined the
streets sand the church was packed. A special minister was brought in to
conduct the service.
Mary looked gorgeous in white. She was a little hesitant about the white,
given her previous marriage and rape. Mimmie, Belinda and Susan - her
maids of honour - persuaded her. Afterall, it is what she wore in the
church to conduct the services.
Mimmie also persuaded her about something else, too; which Mimmie
whispered to me during the day.
"She is wearing stockings for you beneath that dress!"
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