All the Power Pt 6 The Ceremony of Devotion
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Marcella hadn’t been raised Catholic, but Evangelical. All her life she had neglected the Virgin Mary with extreme prejudice, just as her mother did, but one day, at twenty-one, she converted to Catholicism in an act of rebellion. At this age she began to recite the prayers, to wear her white, lace veil, and to attend mass, all of it with an almost exaggerated devotion, much to her mother’s distress. Her faith, however, seemed to be conditioned by her rebellion and not by her faith itself, and any small disappointment was surely bound to send her down the path of heresy again.
One evening, Marcella decided she needed to print out an image of Our Lady for her prayers before bed, so she went online and typed “Virgin Mary images” in the search engine. As she scrolled down, she saw many images, beautiful and varied, of Our Lady. Our Lady of Perpetual Help, Our Lady of the Rosary, Our Lady of Mount Carmel, all advocations were to be found. However, she could not yet decide which she would print out. In any case, if she found what she was looking for, she resolved to keep it hidden beneath her mattress, fearing her mother would otherwise throw it out when she saw it.
Marcella scrolled down looking for an image of the Virgin that would suit her faith best, but then the whites of her eyes suddenly widened, her brows puckered, and her jaw dropped with outrage as she placed her eyes on a particular image of Mary that entered her field of vision. It was a depiction of Mary done in pastel crayons where the Virgin was portrayed raising her white gown and shamelessly showing her underwear to the beholder.
Marcella felt a terrible anger and her blood boiled with indignation as she saw that disrespectful image of Our Lady. What perverted mind would be bold enough to draw such a thing? A horrible type of anger and sadness took over her, but she could not look away from the picture either.
The artist had depicted Mary lying back in what looked like a seat of clouds, wearing her blue cape, her white gown, and of course, her white veil. As she lay there, her legs lifted by one hand towards the side, exposing her underwear, the Virgin Mary smiled affably, as if blessing whoever saw the image.
Marcella combed her beautiful, golden-red hair and nervously put it behind her ear. Her heart beating quickly with outrage, she eyed the picture before her, not knowing what to think of it. She enlarged the image and then looked at it again, starting by looking into Mary’s sweet, merciful eyes. Then, Marcella involuntarily began to admire the artist for having done such a good job in creating a resemblance with Our Lady of Medjugorje, but then her indignation took over again, and her demeanour was full of hatred towards the artist.
Marcella’s beautiful, blue eyes then travelled along the naughty pastel image of Mary and placed themselves upon the Virgin’s holy crotch once again, and she was unable to set them anywhere else. From far away, the Virgin’s underwear looked white; but as Marcella examined the screen from up close, she realised that the Virgin’s knickers were of a very light tone of sky-blue, an effect beautifully achieved by the artist.
Despite Mary being a Hebrew woman from the first century, the artist had depicted the Holy Mother’s panties as modern. They clearly had a waistband, and also a thin band to the sides at her underwear’s leg-openings, and right along the leg-openings, on each side of her panty crotch, her dark-brown, Galilaean pubic hair was visible and fairly abundant.
Marcella’s blood was still boiling, but she could still not look away from the Virgin’s holy crotch depicted in that image. Soon her passionate indignation turned into mere passion, and she began to experience a desire she had never experienced before. Never had she felt a desire for another woman, but now, as she looked at the Virgin’s panty-clad crotch in that naughty image, Marcella wished that she could plunge her face into it and kiss it, and lick it... and once her lips had met Holy Mary’s holy vulva through the sky-blue fabric of her holy knickers, the beautiful ginger would continue to kiss, and to lick, and to kiss again, and she would ask Mary for forgiveness as she did so, worshipping Mary the way she deserved…
Devout Marcella felt ashamed as she realised she wouldn’t print an image that she could pray to that night. As she realised what had just happened, she noticed that maybe she was not the type of devout, Catholic girl she had previously thought she was. Instead, she was a total heretic, moved by sinful depictions of Mary, weak in her flesh.
With her right hand, Marcella hesitantly made a double-click on the Print option…. for the naughty image she had just seen. The printer began to print it out, and once the image was ready, she took it in one hand and placed another hand inside her pajamas, her fingers on her own panty gusset, as she looked at Mary’s image and her irresistibly divine crotch. She was ready to moan to Mary, her ginger head full of thoughts of worship and veneration towards her...
One might say that this was an act of heresy, but in truth, Marcella was inspired by her own devotion to the Virgin Mary, and she now admired her even more than she had before, except she now did so with a completely different type of appetite.
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