The Phallus

You see the girl's lovely body quiver as she bites her lip, awaiting the decision of her sisters. There is a pause and then the scarlet robed and white masked figure raises a hand and points at each of the white robed girls in turn.

"What shall it be sister? The paddle or the phallus?"

"The phallus Mother," comes the reply before the pointing hand moves on.

"What shall it be sister? The paddle or the phallus?"

"The phallus Mother," says the next girl. You keep count as the pointing hand indicates each girl in turn. The final count is five for the phallus and three for the paddle. You seen Chanel squirm on the altar, biting her lip as she she clenches her fingers tighter.

"It is decided," the scarlet cloaked figure intones. "It shall be the phallus. Mother Salus, be so good as to prepare the implement." The other scarlet robed figure rises from her chair and opens a cabinet against the wall, reaching inside. When she turns she holds an enormous dildo in her hands.

It appears to be some kind of polished wood, and carved with thick veins down it's mighty shaft. It's more than a foot long, and as thick as a wine bottle, the tip bulbous. Mother Salus holds it up and there are mutters gasps from the white robed girls and an audible whimper from the supine Chanel.

"Sister Chanel, you will assume the position of penitence and prepare to receive absolution," Mother Minerva speaks. Obediently Chanel scoots down the altar, spreading her legs and opening her creamy thighs. Her eyes seem fixed on the mighty tool in the hands of Mother Salus and her mouth trembles in fearful anticipation.