Divine Cunt

Chapter 5: Ripped panties are Community Property

The next few days drifted by slowly as if every day was a Sunday. The tension in our little Christian community had simmered away, but it was not to last. Drake had rallied everyone together and informed everyone his book had gone to press and we would soon be distributing it. Somehow I didn’t remember reading anything about distributing somebody else’s book in ‘The Bible’, but I did remember how Drake was influenced by the ‘Jehovah Witnesses’ who were asking for small contributions for their tracts and pandering a message that the end is near.

One early morning Drake ‘bussed’ us all to town erratically. We all donned on sandwich boards with the words ‘The End is Nigh’. We all rang bells as we walked along the suburbs waking people up at 4am. One disgruntled neighbour sent his German shepherd dog out to attack us. Poor Brian was mauled in the process. Due to Drake refusing to seek medical treatment for him, we tended to his wounds and prayed he wouldn’t get rabies. Fanny even gave a naked touch healing that had many in tears. No one had ever seen a healing while the practitioner was masturbating. Fanny had probably picked up the technique by her Guru when she was a ‘Hare Krishna’. Fanny looked half-possessed as she flung her head back and forwards rhythmically chanting repeatedly, ‘He who is the source of all pleasure’.

The day kept drifting as if ‘The Age of Aquarius’ would never end. We would be stuck in a sexual revolution forever. The topic of conversation was the American tribal love-rock musical ‘Hair’. Everybody wanted to do a ‘Hair’ mini-concert while Glenn warned that he would rather go to Vietnam than be cast next to a nigger. Some people were free spirits and embraced love with the idea of an integrated society, but others were slowly thawing out like a southern belle ice-cube dipped in tonic. It was at times hard being squashed together and planted with people who at times were like light switches, that flicked on and off at whim. But it was hoped we would eventually all chill out in a melting pot of love and be one big love spirit. The day seemed perfect until Drake ordered an emergency meeting of the group.

“It’s been brought to my attention that the ‘Wild Christ Warriors’ do not have an understanding of what it means to share.” Drake’s eyes coldly glazed over everyone looking for a patsy. “First there was an issue over sanitary napkins, now we have another greedy disciple by the name of Fanny.”
“That’s not true Drake, I share all the time,” Fanny declared.
“If that’s the case Fanny remove your panties and give them to Angel."
("I don't want her cum soaked panties!" Angel cried.)
“What, are you serious dude?”
“See you have no idea of what it is to share! Your panties are no longer yours! They belong to the community. If Freddy or Rocky want them, then you will remove them as they belong to them too. Now remove them now and give them back to the community!”

Fanny was humiliated. Her face was beetroot red with shame as she slowly manoeuvred and struggled to take her panties off in front of the group. Snatching the pink panties from her hand Drake paraded them around like a head-trophy in front of the group, swinging them around with his index finger as he paced up and down smirking.

“Look there’s a big rip in them,” Drake laughed looking at Fanny as if searching for an explanation.

Fanny remained silent with tears swelling up in her soft brown eyes. Drake compounded the humiliation by putting his hand through the rip in the pink panties and waving to Fanny. Somehow Drake now had it in for Fanny. It was systematic where Drake would swoop down and attack members of the group to keep them in line or persist in breaking their spirit. Often to avoid dealing with Drake’s tirades others would join in the pack-attack. Grace was hard core and hypocritical, following Drake wherever he went like a lost fart trying to get back to its owner. Grace claimed Drake could do no wrong and that his shit didn’t stink.

Distributing his book to the group Drake informed us that we would need to know the book backwards and that our ‘Bible’ study would now be put on hold until the book was etched into our hearts. We were also required to ask for a larger donation, as a book is worth more than a tract, and we were to direct people back to Drake and Cherry so they could achieve salvation and join the ranks.