Pride and Poison

Madalena breathed in deeply among the assorted candles, chalk shapes, and many small piles of branches and shrubberies. She closed her eyes, allowing the small text of “Looking Inward” on her eyelids to become visible.

She resumed the dark position of downward god spelled backwards and commenced the chant.

Mea gibbum meus, gibbum meus, gibbum. Massas pulchra domina mea.

She tried to concentrate on it, but after the thirteenth repetition sighed and went to her knees.

“Elder, I have more questions/donkey droppings to call out!” she called while half-turning back to look over her shoulder the cloaked figure.

“My accoylate, is this about the nudity or--”

“Yes, this is about the nudity!” she shouted. She stood up and faced him

The cloaked man clapped twice and the novices entered with torches, each brighter than the less.

Madalena shrieked. “Don’t bring more people in her, Devil bless it!” She pushed her hair in an effort to obstruct her bosom; it was a futile effort given its new shorter length. She also grabbed what she assumed was a figleaf to cover her cooter.

“Why are you so mad?” he said and walked closer while talking his outer cloak down at the head revealing his inner cloak. “We need to see how awful the light can to remember why we choose dark magic. And while our order may commit selfish abominations, corrupt the innocent, and dance with the devil in the pale moonlight, we’re not pervs.”

“Why am I the only nudie here, then?” she retorted, chagrined that the torchbearers were forming a loose hexagon around them and transferred the leaf to try cover her rear hesitantly.

“Our dark-ish ceremonies reach far back. I recited incantations in poses while skyclad as did my elder. Her elder… may have added it after he consumed exotic fungus, but it has been continued since, more or less. We didn’t think, ‘Oh, here’s a hottie. Let’s add mud wrestling to the unholy syllabus.’”

Madalena, shook her head and stormed to a corner of the room and pulled back the curtain. A young man with a device in front of him had been painting her while she held the pose in detail. Graphic detail.

“And has there always been some guy making puerile, yet surprisingly faithful erotica, like Tom is?” she challenged. She admired the apt use of shadowing before remembering herself, blushing a shade deeper, and giving the artist a requisite slap.

“Yes and no. The camera obscura came with the temple. We’ve always captured our acolytes develop… uh, progress, but often it is a female object or a male subject.”

“Then why… why do I itch so?” Madalena whined as she couldn’t resist scratching some embarrassing areas.

A tall male novice chuckled. “You didn’t know that…”

The elder held up his hand. “Silence, Roy. Mad, you’ve been holding poison oak against you for awhile now. I thought you were trying to build a tolerance or something.”

“Ah! Wh--what balms do you have?!” Madalena asked, highly irritated in many ways.

“There’s my hand oil,” Tom offered and arose. He eagerly spread the oil onto his hands and began to fondle Madalena boobs. “Just let me massage this all over--”

Pow! She knocked him out like a prizefighter and snatched the bottle from his hands. “I’m good, thanks.”

“A very palpable hit,” a young novice woman noted.

“Touch tit, get hit, Helena,” Madalena replied while covering her fingers in oil.

The Elder cocked his head, “Do you have any more questions?”

Madalena shook her head. The itchiness overcame her pride and she was applying the oil to her gash and rump.

The Elder clapped again and the brightest to weakest torches left in order. Madalena weighed the price of **** as she spent a while rubbing the oil around.

Jester:
Our story starts anew
The bad beauty in the nude
The **** of Madalena
Helena:
True she’s red and itchy
Roy:
And still scarily bitchy
Novices:
A crafty witch-to-be called Madalena

(Elder about to close the curtain to the camera obscura.)

Elder:
Sharp yet alluringly curvy
Tom:
Know it’s woe to act too pervy.
(Madalena throws the bottle hitting Tom’s groin.)
Novices:
Ow!
She’s wooing el diablo!
More naked than Monroe!
And look out for Maaaaa-daaaaa-lenaaaaa!

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****(Madalena gets back in yogaesque stance.)

Jester and Company:
We’ll see what’s her scheme
To usurp the new regime.
The dark power-seeking Madalena.
Will she summon a Great Old One?
Are you gonna see the show on rerun?
To get better writing of Madalena.

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