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Chapter 20: A matter of Will

What?

What do you mean what? Weren’t you listening?

Actually? No.

Interesting. OK, so why did you say I loved them?

I didn’t.

So Mirafe is lying?

Just a second… let me look. … Oh! OK, I told them that your caring for them was the same as what love might mean to them. So Mirafe…

…conflated the two. Aina, you have to be careful what you say. Nuance is not widely understood here. Think back to Joana’s mind.

Oh! I was.. oh my, yes! OK, OK, I see. I will be more careful. Sorry.

OK, well I will see if I can untangle this.

Good luck, Hun!

Mirafe, Aina did not say I loved you. She said that ‘caring’ might feel the same as love to you. That is not the same thing.

How not?

I am not sure I can explain, but you need to just understand that Aina did not say what you think she said.

But you understand the difference, yes? And she really mean it different, true?

Yes.

Aina smart like you when she Joana?

Aina was never Joana. Are you asking me if Joana was as smart as this Aina is?

Yes. Why you being difficult?!

I am not intending to. The answer is Joana would probably not have understood what this Aina was saying. She was very much like you.

Will my brain die if you go into it, like Aina?

What?

Why you ask what? You know what I ask!

Why do you want me to go into your mind?

I want to be like Aina. I want to be smarter.

You want her powers and her knowledge?

Maybe.

I do not know what would happen to your mind and I am unwilling to do it. I have no reason to believe you would have the powers that Aina has, and you might not live. As to knowledge, it would not happen. I will not risk losing you.

Will my mind break?

Maybe, I can’t be sure.

What you think?

Probably not. But I cannot be sure.

If you do it, I will be smarter.

No you will not.

Aina is smarter!

No she is not. She knows more, but she is not smarter.

What the difference? I think it the same!

When a child goes to school, do you think the child gets smarter, or learns new things?

Learns new things make you smarter!

No it doesn’t. It just means you have new tools in your mind, not that your mind is better.

So Aina not smarter, but have new tools?

Yes.

If you go into my mind, I get new tools!

Probably not. I am not sure.

But maybe?

Yes, OK, maybe. But maybe you will not live.

But I probably will live. True?

Yes.

So do it!

No.

Why?! Why you say no?

Let’s say it all worked the way you wanted. You might have powers that you would use in ways that would be bad.

Why you say that?

Give me a second. I am going to ask Aina, to see what is in my mind, and send it to you. OK?

Sige.

Aina?

Yes, Hun, I hear you and I see what you want Mirafe to see. She will do things to her mother and father. Right?

Yes, and I am not sure she might not kill one of them.

Yes! I see that. OK I will do it and heighten her emotional response so she can understand it better. Do I have your permission?

Yes, but wait until I tell her that you are going to start.

Mirafe, the next thing that will happen is that Aina is going to show you something I just discovered this morning. You will feel the power inside and how you might respond if you actually had that power. As of now, there is nothing you can do about it and I think you have accepted that. …. OK Aina, now!

This is the very first time Mirafe has felt Aina in her mind and it is a shock as the experience begins. Her expression changes and changes again and again as the minutes pass. Finally there are tears cascading down her face. She begins sobbing as she collapses onto the bed.

I am confused as to the cause of the deep sorrow, but Aina sees what is in me and explains. Hun, I walked her through getting the power, learning about her parents and was going to show her how she might well react… but she went there all on her own. I didn’t stop it. I let it play out until both are dead. And then I got smack dead in front of her mind and told her, ‘That is why Master won’t want to give you the power. You would misuse it.’ She sees that and starts crying. She knows she is not deserving of such power. Master, I was frozen for years and listening the entire time to the evil your son does. It taught me that power is very dangerous. She does not have that time to learn. There is no way to teach her and be sure ever; certainly not without years of pain and unhappiness.

I am sorry I did that to you. … Thank you Aina. I will take it from here.

I sit down on the bed and hold Mirafe. She does not want to be held. Mirafe, no human should have that power. I am not upset with you. You are good and you are mine. Nothing has changed.

But I not good like Aina!

Do you want your existence to be frozen for close to two decades? Joana was, and when she was, she witnessed great evil each and every moment. Yes, she is able to handle the burden now, but it was at a great and painful existence for many years. It is not something I ever want you to discover for yourself. If I had known what would happen to her, I would have allowed her to die. I do not want to inflict such cruelty on any of you.

I sorry. I not know.

I didn’t know for all those years. So, who is more sorry? Come, undress me.

Mirafe doesn’t. What she does is throw her arms around me and holds on for dear life, sobbing and kissing my neck alternatively. A few moments ago, she did not want to be held. Now she wants nothing more than to be held.

As my arms encompass her small frame, she almost disappears from view. I feel her love. I feel her need. I feel her fear of losing this. I feel the fear that she has that she might do something wrong and be ejected from this place.

Her fear isn’t well founded. She is safe.

Finally she settles down and I whisper, Aren’t you supposed to undress me?

Oh! Sorry, sorry! Yes! Of course, yes!

In short order I am as naked as she is, and we make use of the bed, lying down, only to hold each other again.

She wants to kiss, to nibble, to suck my ear lobe into her mouth and play with it via her tongue. I respond in kind. It is sweet. It is romantic. We roll around in each other’s arms. She wants to give me a massage. I allow it. It’s good but I suspect it is Mirafe who is getting the most from the laying on of her hands as she takes ownership of the body she is working.

But she has to stop at some point and when she does, I put her on her back. Without ceremony I mount her in what in some odd quirk of an enduring malapropos is called missionary position.

Mirafe is a small girl. She stands no more than 148cm/4’10”. Her face is open and sweet. Her breasts are perky, her waist narrow, and while her hips are not generous, for an Asian they are pronounced. She is not hard to admire.

Right now as I run into her repeatedly, her tight but welcoming cunt, provides both stimulation and lubrication. I am no great lothario. My very human body has limits. But I can give Mirafe the sexual satisfaction she needs. And so I continue the repeated penetration, only to hear in my head the groans of Aina. Is she experiencing Mirafe’s pleasures, or is it mine?

Whichever it is, it is sexy as hell and I am getting off on it which only seems to heighten both Mirafe’s pleasure and, seemingly, Aina’s.

Mirafe, is wailing. She is screaming obscenities of no particular intent. The sexual feedback I am getting from Aina, which adds to what I am feeling, being inside of Mirafe, takes me over the top and I cum hard inside the girl. That causes another explosion in both of them.

I am wiped out. It appears Mirafe is totally spent as well. Exactly how, and where Aina is, is unknown. I roll off Mirafe, pull her into my side and go to sleep.

Someone is giving me head. Of that I am sure. It is no imagining from a mind at a distance. I am enjoying it and have yet to open my eyes. Why bother? This is great. I am sure I am getting harder and that seems to be verified by the giggle from down below.

Is it the best head I have ever gotten? No, but who cares? I am just absorbing the good feelings. What a nice way to awaken. She is cupping my nuts, sucking hard on my pole, with a hot and wet mouth. And then Aina breaks in to my mind to offer commentary. Mirafe is doing a really nice job of it. Oh, that’s nice.

Where are you?

We just got back from the funeral parlor. Ah! Master, you know what they say about durian?

Which, that it is bad for high blood pressure, or that it is an aphrodisiac?

The aphrodisiac part. It really isn’t bad for high blood pressure, is it?

Aina! This is not the time for such a conversation! I am getting head. Can’t this wait?

I guess, but eating durian while feeling what you are feeling at the same time? Now that is an aphrodisiac!

I see. Now, be silent for a bit please.

Ok.

Thankfully I don’t go soft with all that chatter. Mirafe is still perfecting her art and I continue to enjoy her efforts. She keeps at it and though my eyes are closed I know who it is and run my fingers through her hair. I am relaxed, happy and my passion is building.

My activity seems to spur Mirafe on. We build on each other’s responses until I let lose my seed in her mouth.

Mirafe disengages from my appendage and moves up on the bed. Her mouth is close to my ear as she tells me to… sleep. I do.

Have a nice nap, Hun?

That is not in my head. It is next to it. I open my eyes just in time to see Aina come in for a sweet kiss.

Mmmm that’s nice.

Uh-huh.

Did you have a successful trip?

We picked out the casket. And with that she is giggling and blushing.

Ok, there is clearly more to the story than that. Let’s have it.

I think I am going to be in trouble!

Really? What makes you think that?

I did something I am not supposed to do.

Is anyone dead?

No!

Hurt?

No, Hun. No damage.

Well, tell me.

You know when you started making love with Mirafe?

Yes, and?

We had just picked out Joana’s casket. I felt you slide into Mirafe. Oh, Hun, it felt so good! I just wanted to lie down and feel all of it.

Aina, out with it. What happened?

I got into Erlyn’s mind and the mind of the man from the funeral parlor. I told them to sit in his office and go to sleep. Then I crawled into Joana’s casket and felt everything you felt and everything Mirafe felt, all at the same time. Hun, it was the most amazing feeling I have ever felt. I felt what you felt as you reamed her cunt. I felt what she felt, being driven to orgasm after orgasm by your stiff cock. Her breasts ached and I felt it. I can’t describe it. It took my breath away. My body felt each cum as it came crashing down on her body, it crashed down on mine. Then I felt it from both sides when your cum entered her!… I came so hard that if the two had not been sleeping, it would have been very embarrassing!

I am not sure what to say. It is true I don’t want you entering other minds like that, but I am not going to be angry with you. Just please refrain in the future. OK?

Yes, OK.

A little later we wander out in into the main part of the house. Erlyn is watching TV with Mirafe. Amelae has not returned yet. I sit down to a ripe papaya that has been sliced in half, and the seeds removed. It is good, but leaves me wanting something else. I see a heart of banana salad and have some over rice.

Aina eats a papaya. After that she eats the salad but without rice and tells me that she is on a diet! I come close to being unglued and tell her she needs to gain some more weight. The answer I get back is sorta not something I want to write down. I am a little frustrated by her, but have to chuckle later as I see her eating some peanut snack food and then some popcorn. Huh, some diet.

But then I think back, Joana would do the same thing. She didn’t connect eating junk food with weight gain. For her it was the rice. If she wanted to lose weight she needed to avoid the rice.

And thinking back to those days does make me smile. Joana was a good woman. I have missed her and while she will never return to me, part of her has and that is enough. I am happy. Oddly, though, I am still angry. Angry with the doctrines that condemned her to too early a death.

I think that is why I got so angry when those doctors decided to “allow” Amelae’s mom to die. Once again they justified it as ‘god’s will.’ Pure horseshit. It is murder, not ‘god’s will.’ Death by natural causes, isn’t ‘god’s will,’ it is nature. Death by doctor is murder. Death by doctor following the dictates of the church ought to be a high crime, worse than murder.

I wasn’t going to allow Amelae to suffer. Yes she will eventually watch her mother die, but it will be with the full understanding that her mother did not go before her time. She will have the solace of knowing that all that could be done, was done. It will comfort her heart. It will comfort mine.

I am thinking about Amelae as I walk back to my work area. I am checking to see if there is any communications traffic regarding Amelae. There are a few pieces but nothing threatening. It is more a matter of surprise at seeing her. I note that the local bishop has sent a message to the dead priest’s phone. It reads, It is not me! I am not doing this! Please spare me Master!

I see no other traffic from the other bishops and that in itself is a bit odd as they are prolific texters. Aina, look at my mind.

…Oh! What you think they are doing?

I don’t know. Please find out.

OK wait…

While I wait I note that the war on the other church is proceeding as I have desired. Do the bishops think I will be distracted by this success and not notice what else is being brewed up? Certainly they might have been correct if it had not been for the text I received. I can rationalize that the lack of any traffic would have tipped me off, but it hadn’t. If it weren’t for Aina, I would have no way to know.

I have something, Hun. The rest of the bishop’s conference have decided that you are an evil demon who must be exorcized. They have sent an envoy to Rome to request a specialist in exorcisms be dispatched to the Philippines. They are afraid you can read what they write. So they do everything now by word of mouth.

Has this envoy arrived in Rome?

No. He is sitting in a waiting room in Hong Kong waiting on a connecting flight.

Turn him into a statue.

Wait… … Done.

Now who else? How many others are there?

There are four of them. I am to do the same to them?

No, do this. Have each of them see through the eyes of the envoy. They are then to hear his mind. Then dim that. Pick one of the four and have the other three see through his eyes and hear his mind as you turn him into a statue. And then the next the same way, before you finish the last. And then link their minds so that they can hear me.

This will take a while. Wait…

And I do wait. I have no reason to be in a hurry. Finally, Aina tells me I am linked into their minds. It is time for me to say my piece.

All five of you can hear me. You have no option but to listen, and listen you must. I am Master. I am neither god nor devil. Those things do not exist. They never existed. And that is good news for you. That means your death will be the end of your suffering. There is no eternity, no heaven and no hell. You have the misfortune of being clergy and as such I can hurt you. Ordinary humans live their lives without risk of my actions, unless they hurt those whom I am protecting. But you are a special class and if you take up the task to injure me, I have no reservations but to destroy you. I do not take lives, but I can and have made your existences, miserable. Your envoy will not reach Rome. I will now search the minds of your staff members and loved ones for any who know of this intrigue. Each of those will be silenced, but unless I find that they were about to act in a way I find troubling, they will feel no pain. Your intrigues will end or I will silence every last member of the clergy until it is over. This will be your legacy. This is your doing. Think of those who you have just condemned and the damage you have done. There is no god’s will, but there is Master’s will.

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Re: English Novel - Soul by very well aged

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Chapter 21: Bacchanals.

I meant every word of it. I am angry. It is an ‘angry’ that has been awaiting release for close to two decades. But maybe not an ‘angry’ enough to turn scores more into statues, if it can be avoided. I give Aina the job of wiping memories and hope that it will be sufficient to end this mess. However I have my doubts, as does she. She wants to know who has said what to whom, before she does any memory wipes. It will take a while, but I agree.

I am still stewing about it when Amelae returns home. I can see in her continence a mixture of happiness and sadness. It is to be expected. She can see her mother in dying, but she enjoyed the time they had together.

I am about to go to her, and spend some time helping her relive the good she feels, when Aina comes running into the room. Master, she was followed! There are three men outside right now!

Who are they?

Pulis.

Make them confused. Stop them from doing what they were doing. I want to talk to them. Have them stand in front of the gate. And get dressed, we are going out to talk to them.

OK.

Aina has some clothing in a cabinet by the front door. It doesn’t take her long to get dressed in a long, ankle length dress, with nothing underneath, and some sandals. She grabs an umbrella from a stand by the front door. It is not for rain. It’s to keep the sun off her.

Aina, I want them to see me as their supreme commander. They will remember what their orders are, but think that I am here to re-evaluate whether the orders are proper. However, they are to believe they are not in any trouble.

I understand.

We find the three PNP officers, relaxed and waiting, as we exit the gate.

Officers, who is the most senior of you?

I am, General! His name tag says his name is Abaya.

Officer Abaya, what were your orders?

We are to follow a woman and determine where she goes.

Who gives you this order?

Captain Cabreza give it us, General.

Has this woman done something wrong? Why did he tell you she needed to be followed?

I not know, General. Captain not say.

Did Capt. Cabreza tell you on whose orders you are to follow an innocent woman?

No, General. I think it his.

Who knows about this assignment?

All in the station. Sir.

Have you reported back to your station that you find where she went?

No General. We will do that when we return.

Very well. Wait here. You will get further instructions shortly.

Aina and I walk back through the gate. Re-entering the compound, I decide I need to know more about why they were sent. Aina, can you find this Cabreza?

Yes, I see his mind.

Why did he detail these men?

Oh! OK, I see, yes, it was a request from the local priest! He does not know why the priest wants to know. He is just doing a favor.

Who else knows about this?

I think there are two other PNP who know of the request. But there is no evil intent.

OK, sent these three back with the story that as they were following her it was like she just disappeared. They have no idea where she went. Have them see her board a jeepney headed toward downtown, but nothing after that and send them back. Have them forget about this meeting or where they are now.

Just a second. I will do it now. … … OK, done. You want me to look at the priest’s mind?

Yes.

Hun, this is not good. He is worshipping you! He wants to be a servant to his god.

Before we reenter the house, I give Aina one more set of instructions.

Just what I really don’t need. For now put a fear in him. Make him afraid to seek me out. Make him afraid that if he even thinks about worshipping me, he might not live another day.

Amelae is partially aware of what has transpired, to the extent that she has been followed. She is afraid that these PNP will be killed. She is curled up in a fetal position, crying and shaking. Aina knows what I see, but she has some other news to impart, without talking. She is sorry she has caused you problems.

I think back to her, I see. Aina, comfort her mind. Let her know it was the evil church that causes me the problems. It is not her and no one is going to die. I would not change a thing I have done for her.

I leave the room and see if there is anything I can see by my more mundane means. I can’t. There is something akin to radio silence. And then… a while later, a single text from a priest to another priest. Father, possibly this being can do more than read electronic messages. I try to find where this girl goes. I give all instructions verbally. The girl just vanishes. Maybe this would have happened anyway. It is hard to know. But I get a message in my head. Hard to explain. It tell me to never try again or I will be turned into a statue like the bishops! I am sorry I act. God forgive me.

And again silence. Aina joins me and reads the message. She wants to know who it is who sent the message, but I don’t know. All I can tell is that the person is a priest. I do not know who the message was sent to, either. I ask Aina if the local bishop had anything to do with this.

Hun, the bishop did not instruct the priest. But he believes many now think you are the real god and maybe they, the Catholics, are the apostates. The warning I sent the priest will stop that priest’s acts but not his feelings and not of others.

Just what I do not want.

The priest meant only good. You are Master and he knows it.

Master of a game board! That is all! The last thing I want to do is start a new religion! On the matter of the envoy, how many subordinates knew about the trip to Rome?

Only one. A secretary of one of the bishops. He was sworn to secrecy and kept his word. No one else knows, other than the local bishop.

No one? Really?

They were afraid that if word got out, you would punish them. It was their hope that by keeping the circle small, they would escape your notice.

Good! Can you wipe the secretary’s and bishop’s minds of this matter?

Yes.

Please do it. It won’t take Aina long.

I wander back out to the Sala. Amelae is sitting with Erlyn and Mirafe. They are giving pedicures and just being silly. I had intended on pulling Amelae back to my bed, but I don’t want to disturb them. I look over at Aina, and hear in my mind, Consolation prize?

That’s a mean way to put it, but yes, go back to the bedroom with me.

Goodie!

There is nothing about this that feels like a consolation or compromise, or second best, to me. I had it in my mind to give Amelae comfort in knowing that I still want her. I do not have to convince Aina of that. Aina knows, in the most complete of ways, how happy I am that she is here.

Aina’s body is both relatively new to me, and at the same time, a body I have known for years. Yes, physically this is Aina who was until days ago a virgin. But inside there is a Joana whose body I knew in the most intimate and intense ways. And there is something else. There is a worldliness that has been infused into this creature that comes from that time of isolation. Clearly there are things about that time I still cannot fathom. It is not me who has infused some thoughts and understandings in there. There are things that Joana was not, Aina was not, and I could not have added. I thought she was frozen. But she tells me she experienced pain and knew what my son was doing is exquisitely painful detail. This makes that stay, far from being frozen. Who gave her the powers she has? Did I, as I worked on fusing minds together? How? I don’t do those things that she can do. My son does not do those things. We might in a different reality, but not this one. It is part of the rules of the game. All I know is that, this being, this Aina, human in form, and clearly mortal, has immense power. In many ways she is the mate that my time in human form has denied me.

She loves me. She knows I know this.

She has a wicked sense of humor and irony. Experiencing sexual ecstasy in the coffin, which a prior body of hers will be buried within, would creep out just about anyone else. For this creature, it is a turn on. It is a cosmic joke.

Thinking of ironies, I wonder what it would feel like if Aina created a feedback loop between us as we make love, so that I feel what she feels as she feels what I feel. What if it is an endless loop, not just one cycle?

I enter the bedroom. Aina is waiting for me. The smile on her face is of a loving mate. We say not a word. But she is in my mind. She knows what I know, what I want, and what I need.

I disrobe and join her, her arms pulling me in, her lips seeking mine, her heart beat, her pulse, giving the backbeat to our loving. She is juicy and I slide into her in a manner that can only be understood as the joining of two pieces of the same puzzle.

My desire to feel what she feels is now a reality. I feel myself slide in and I feel her accepting the intrusion. I feel her feeling as my glans push past and back out over her G-spot. Oh, yes! No wonder!

I pinch her nipples and it sends me into orbit.

The stimulation is too great for both of us. We both cum hard and way too soon; spent, exhausted, inexplicably sated.

I look at her, almost staring. She is looking at me, through me.

She asks, What did we do?

It was something like an instant orgasm. The feedback loop was too complete, too intense.

Yes. I do what you want, but I think that is a mistake! Still I am happy I experienced is once. Hun, you need to bed all three of those girls once more before Francine arrives.

OK, but I don’t think I have anything left after this. Three in one day is my limit and I have already reached it today.

You better get busy with them tomorrow. … Hun, I am thinking about what you told the others about Nuns.

And? What’s the point? They are of no use to me?

Maybe… maybe there is something else. I don’t want any more death, and your anger maybe is in the wrong place.

Am I going to regret asking what you are thinking?

Maybe! And she smiles broadly, flops over on top of me, giving me a sloppy kiss and my balls a good squeeze at the same time. You can’t get Nuns to give you their souls directly, but maybe you can fool them? Want to try?

Why? There aren’t enough of them these days to tip the scales.

I know, but it will really piss off your son and that will make me very happy.

OK what do you propose?

Make every novice and young nun super horny.

I don’t have that power. You know that.

But I do.

The rules don’t allow it.

No, Hun. The rules don’t allow you to do it. The rules say nothing about me.

That’s playing a bit underhanded. It’s playing fast and loose with the rules.

You think your son didn’t have a hand in what happened to Joana?

What?

He did. She shouldn’t have been at risk. He did that. So anything that I will do now is the result of his meddling.

Are you sure?

Yes. So what is your problem?

None! OK. But do all Catholic Girl’s schools as well as novices and young Nuns. And Aina, make the horniness somewhat indiscriminate. It should not matter, men, women, boys, girls, dogs, farm animals. Just not inanimate objects. Dildos, broom handles, and eggplants will not do. All it will do is heighten the need. Don’t change their mind as to that this is against their rules, a sin. Make it that they can’t help it, and have them wonder why their Jesus would do this to all of them. Make sure they know it is all of them. If they just think it is their failing, they might still believe. But knowing it is all of them, their faith may not be as strong.

Doubt! You will give them doubt. Ha! Yes that will give your son something to panic about.

Once you have that done, I have some ideas about other churches. But that can wait until Francine has been here.

May I start right now?

Yes. But start it in Rome, not here. Make it go outward from there. Can you do it so that my son does not see that you are doing this?

He will not know.

Good.

Aina gets up and wanders off to her bedroom. I wash up and rejoin the other three.

Master?

Yes, Amelae?

It is not good for me to visit my mother. Maybe it is possible I can get her a tablet so I can Skype with her?

Yes, of course. That is a very good idea. I have a tablet here that she can use, I will set it up and get it delivered to her.

The rest of the day is filled with issues of true unimportance, much to my great happiness.

I sleep among my girls, sans Aina, tonight. There is no sex, but the closeness is welcome.

What I will do to all those Nuns, young girls, and women, is nothing more than have them feel what it is to be truly human. To obey the needs of their bodies. These girls, my girls, have no such issue to confront.

I awaken with Erlyn stroking my member. I reach down and stroke her hair with one arm, while bringing a sleepy Amelae in for a kiss. My member is awakening as fast as Amelae’s lips awaken meeting mine.

Having stroked me into tumescence, Erlyn mounts me. Her cunt is not fully lubricated at first, and it takes a couple of pumps for her to get full insertion.

I move my mouth to Amelae’s ear and ask her to coordinate with Mirafe and each suck on one of Erlyn’s tits. Having re-tasked Amelae, I can now look up with pleasure at Erlyn. Little Erlyn is working her small cunt hard on my pole. Our eyes are locked on each other as her body moves up and down. Her black eyes refuse to even blink as they look at my eyes. No words pass. Erlyn, in the deepest recesses of her being, believes that I saved her life in a way that only a god can save a life. She is not in love with a man. In her mind, she is in the thrall of a god. For Erlyn, nothing matters but to join with me in any way I will allow it. Erlyn’s hands are now gripping the hair on the back of the two girls sucking her tits. Erlyn knows I have directed this. She knows I want her to feel pleasure, ecstasy. And secure in that knowledge, she cums and cums again, never taking her eyes off me, even for a moment.

Finally, she can take no more. She pulls the girls off her tits and slides off me, happy and contented.

I am still hard. This is a signal for Amelae to get aboard. And aboard she climbs. She is already juicy and sliding over my member is no big deal. We are bone against bone. Amelae smiles in a small but confident way. She needs no proof that I am happy she is here. What I have done for her mother is all the proof she will ever need.

As she rides me, astride my hips, Mirafe moves behind her and, from around the back, grabs hold of both Amelae’s nipples. I can see Mirafe pinching the nipples hard. Mirafe sucks on Amelae’s right earlobe while continuing the pinching. That seems to do it as Amelae cums hard on my pole. As when she begins coming down from that peak, Mirafe starts the nipple torture again and again Amelae cums. Her cunt muscles are doing a line dance up and down my member.

That is all I need at the moment and Amelae gets my morning cum.

I pull Amelae down for a kiss as she slides off me. Mirafe is in the meantime cleaning me up while Erlyn is cleaning Amelae up. Once Mirafe is done with me, I reach down and pull her alongside me, kiss her and apologize for cumming before I would have been able give her a good ride.

Why you say sorry. You do me twice yesterday and these two not get that! It their turn now!

You are keeping count?

Of course, yes. Not good for one to get much more than others. Makes for hurt. You have Aina yesterday too, correct?

Yes. OK. Well, Francine will be here soon and I am not sure how we will handle all this while she is here and we are burying her mother.

Hala! The cry seems to come from all three at the same time. I am not sure they connected the dots until now. But my engaging in bacchanalian romps as we bury Joana, in front of Joana’s daughter, doesn’t really seem like a good idea to me.

Erlyn asks, When she coming?

I really don’t know. Francine gave me a vague answer the other day. I don’t know more than that. However, Aina can find out now.

Aina, when is Francine arriving?

Tonight. Why do you think I told you to get with the girls today?

She will be here tonight.

And that sets the girls in motion, as they all but leap off the bed?

Why?

We must clean the house!

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Chapter 22: Francine

There is no end to the cleaning three females can conjure up to do, when they feel their entire self-worth is about to be evaluated in terms of it. I am not exaggerating. The fact that Francine will appear tonight and they are responsible for my wellbeing is enough to create the madness that has taken hold. I have decided that the only safe place to be, is in Aina’s room. The other three were told by Aina to stay out of it.

I can’t even venture into my work area, except to grab a device or two. The three have deemed that a major disaster zone. The fact that I have lived in this house for almost two decades, without them, makes no difference. They are the current responsible parties.

And so here I sit, on Aina’s bed. Aina is here and not here at the same time. The task she gave herself and which I enlarged upon is both complex and vast. By adding the schools, the numbers exploded.

She has been using a fairly simplistic method of searching out the establishments. It has been both time consuming and tedious. The problem arises is that in many locales, almost all schools are church schools. It has meant turning entire national younger female populations into horny nymphs.

That was not my original intention. Luckily Aina is not at the implementation phase yet and so a retooling is called for and timely.

I suggest we limit the schools to ones connected to convents, whereby we might well see the postulants and novices being groomed. Simple Catholic schools in communities that more rightly are replacements for public education we will leave alone.

That puts Aina back on the track of finding convents. I can help with that, and gathering a notebook from my work area, I have assembled lists of various orders with address locations for each, merged them into one database and run a sort to extract the latitude and longitude for each. By using the coordinates for the Vatican as “home”, I produce a table for convents in terms of proximity to Rome.

Aina has that list now, but before she acts on it, I suggest she use a method whereby she only needs to ‘contact’ one or two individuals at each location. By having the ‘condition’ spread a little like a virulent common cold, or precisely like a computer virus that calls back to a server for instructions, she should get good coverage with far less effort on our end.

But that causes a problem with unwanted contagion outside the walls of those places. I suggest that her virus ‘test’ for fervency of belief. We will still see contagion, but only of the true believers. I can’t think of a more wicked and better measure.

The result is a winnowing down of the list of all contacts from tens of thousands to fewer than two thousand.

We decide to limit the first day to those within 500km radius of the Vatican, but that list is also pretty large, so we narrow it down further to 250km today and 250km tomorrow.

It will give the sense of growth over time, or a natural spread.

Hun, what is the effective life of the ‘infection’?

Make the infection end when the female hits menopause.

Really?

Aina? Is there a problem?

Do you have any idea what you will be doing to those women?

Yes, I think I do. You think they will be wandering the streets looking for cock.

Yes!

I think they will cloister themselves and do each other repeatedly and with abandon. There will be nothing else for them to do. Shakespeare’s saying, ‘get thee to a nunnery’ will be forever the true meaning henceforth. The church will not have a clue how to deal with it. Parents will do all they can to keep their daughters from falling into the religious doctrine.

But the older ones will age out or never become infected. And what of those who at some point lose their fervent belief?

Yes some will lose it, but that’s just how it must be. The older ones will be ministering, so to speak, to the ones infected.

This is going to be an international crisis. How long before we see it on the news?

I don’t know if we will ever see it. The church will do everything it can to keep this under wraps.

Can they do that?

For those inside the Church, yes, they can. I don’t think you understand how powerful they are. I am not sure about those outside, but I suspect the church will quickly develop an active outreach service and bring those infected inside their walls. If they don’t, I suspect there will be a shit storm of anger against them in the greater public sphere.

But your son, he will know something is happening?

Yes, he will know.

Good, I thought so.

You are angry with him.

He killed me.

Yes, I see. You mean he killed Joana.

Yes! I will make him eternally sorry he did that.

But he must not know it was you!

You will tell him after Aina dies. Then he will know. And there will be nothing he can do to me.

And so, like I said above, I am sitting on the bed with Aina, but Aina is elsewhere. I am surfing my logs as best I can from a laptop. I see that there is a problem that has cropped up. There are, of course, a number of bishoprics that have fallen vacant, but no one wants to fill those seats. Two men have resigned the clergy rather than be forced to take those chairs.

No one knows what has happened to the bishops who all appear to be catatonic. For that very reason, no one wants to be the next. I suspect that talk of a ‘Master’ is circulating, making matters worse.

While I was grabbing the laptop. I also grabbed a tablet and have configured it for Amelae’s mom. I venture out to speak with Edgar, who is on duty as a guard to the property, and ask him to arrange for the delivery of the unit.

Here I am taking care of one woman, while Aina is dealing with thousands. It is an odd turn of events. It occurs to me that I have some errands I can run while the hubbub in the house continues. I will return for supper.

It has been days since I ventured out of the house. Granted there have been many times prior to these girls living with me when I was at home for a week or two at end without venturing forth. This doesn’t feel like a jail break for that reason. However, now that they are here, I sense that they see it as their jobs to fetch what is needed. Will they panic if they realize I am not at home?

It takes a few hours for the first text to display on my phone. It is from Erlyn, and it simply says, where r u? I answer, shopping. I get nothing back. Erlyn is hardly a girl who will give me any grief.

Two hours later, Mirafe texts, when u back? I answer with the non-answer, when I am done. But Mirafe isn’t having any of that. When that?

Mirafe, I will be home for supper, OK?

Sige, sige. No more girls, OK?

Now that makes me laugh. Mirafe, I am not looking for any more girls. Relax.

Sige na. OK.

I hear laughing in my head. Aina seems to be getting a kick out of this. Hun, I am done for today. It will take a while for the symptoms to manifest broadly inside each community.

Aina, I was thinking. Please find the maker of electric massagers that function as dildos.

Why?

I want you to put a concept in their heads to make a dildo in the basic shape of a cross. The long end having the rounded tip and the dial in the middle of the cross.

That’s evil! That will just make them hornier! So…Hun, can I play with this and add some features?

Sure, what do you have in mind?

A cross that plays a Gregorian chant as you pump it. Three sizes of Dildos, Postulant, Novice and Nun. Speeds from “Seeking Solace,” midway at “Seeing Angels,” all the way to “Holy Rapture.” A package containing the cross and Rosary ben-wa balls!

Works for me. Sure.

So are you really going to stress these girls out more and not return until supper?

Oh, they will live through this. All I did was leave the house.

Yes, and without them.

They leave the house without me. What’s the difference?

To me, nothing. But they are coming apart with unreasonable worry.

They need to get over it. I am not going to be a hostage in my own home because the girls need me there.

OK, I will explain that to them. Maybe it will help. So see you by six?

Yes.

At six, I walk into the dining room and no one even notices me. They are all there, but their attention is affixed to Francine. And so I stand back, in the shadows, watch, listen, and learn.

All are of course, without clothing, and that goes for Francine too. Mirafe wants to know if I really have never had sex with my daughter. Clearly there is nothing wrong with the girl, and I required her to be naked.

Francine answers her and I think ends the matter effectively. I have always been this way in our home. There never was a time when I wore clothing. Dad raised me this way from the very beginning. Being without clothing has nothing to do with sex. If you ask me, women look better, sexier, with clothing. When you are without clothing, you are just you. There is no hiding.

But your dad wears clothing.

Yes and when I was growing up that didn’t really click for me. But you know, he is Master and he does hide things. He hides things from all of us. So I guess it as it should be. Sometimes I wondered if he hid things from my mother. Since she died when I was born, there was no way for me to know. … Aina, how can you say you knew my mother? You told that to me over Skype, but I thought then, OK maybe she just looks young. We are the same age. She died before you were born.

May I tell her, Hun?

You know I am here?

Yes of course. May I tell her?

Yes, go ahead. She needs to know.

Francine, your mother was supposed to die when you were born, but Master got very angry with the doctors and took your mother to a place where she was neither dead, nor alive. That is why you never went to her grave. There is none.

So Mom is not dead?

She died last week.

What!?... Wait! Is that why he refused to be with any other woman for all these years?

Yes. I think so. In his heart he was still married to your mother. You look just like her. You know that, right?

No, she was beautiful. I am not.

There are a few differences, but you look like her. Every moment your father sees you, he is also seeing her. He couldn’t, wouldn’t walk away from you or her. His love is too strong.

He never tells me he loves me! He refuses.

He was trying to protect his heart. He failed at that. Maybe when you see him again, you will get a different answer. I don’t know. I do know he loves you.

What happened last week?

I died.

What?

Aina demanded Master take her soul.

And he obviously did! You are here and quite alive.

No, Francine, that Aina really and truly believed in Jesus. Your father told her to leave. She refused. She demanded he take her. He told her she would not survive the attempt, but she demanded it anyway.

Oh no! Did you understand that Master must take the soul of someone who demands it?

Aina was told that. Yes and she demanded it yet again. And so in the attempt, Aina, the person, died. Her mind shattered. Her memories remained. Master kept her heart pumping and her lungs taking air. Without that, she would have perished completely. He reached out to Joana, and tried to bring her back in Aina’s body. He was able to bring enough to keep heart, and lungs working. Her memories were, for the most part saved. But there was much that could not be saved, and the woman who was Joana died. I, Aina, have the old Aina’s memories, some of Joana’s memories and there is part of me from the world that your father comes from. So when I told you I know your mother, I am telling you the truth. But I am not your mother. We will bury her this week. You will help.

Part of my mother is inside you?

Yes. But I am not her. I do not think like her. I do not talk like her. But I can remember things from her, when I go looking.

Francine looks at the females assembled in front of her. You all know this?

She gets three quiet ‘yes’s’. But Erlyn has something more to say. Yes, we know this, but Aina not tell all.

How? What did she not tell me?

She has great power. She get it from your Father, I think. I not really know. But she can go into minds. She can kill. She is dangerous to those who would hurt your father or any of us.

Francine, looks back at Aina. It is a look of confusion. Dad cannot look into minds. He cannot kill. How could you get such powers from him? I do not understand.

You are correct about your father. I do not know the answer. But what Erlyn says about me is true. It is also true that I know your brother.

I… don’t… have… a… brother.

Not in this world. But you do in another realm. He is a bad man. I am sorry that I tell you what your father did not.

I think it is OK. I do not think he will be angry. He will probably just tell me it was something I didn’t need to know. He has done that many times. I don’t like it, but it is just who he is. What is my brother’s name?

I am not sure he has a name. I never heard it.

My head hurts. I am going to lie down.

Wait! This is Amelae. I will get you a Biogesic!1 It will solve that. You need to eat.

Aina, if Dad loved my Mom, does he love you?

That Francine is private between your father and me.

Ha! Good answer. Did he tell my Mother that he loved her?

Yes. She is the very last person he audibly said, ‘I love you’ to.

That jibes with what he told me. He said if he didn’t love my mother so much, she would still be alive.

Yes, he believes that.

But you don’t?

It is more complicated than that. Your father knows why I do not think that, but it is not something that you need to be concerned with.

You know something he didn’t know?

Yes.

Shit, where is that Biogesic? My head feels like it is exploding.

Amelae is running back in and hands Francine a pill which is downed with a glass of water already on the table. Francine closes her eyes, takes a few deep breaths, and shakes her head before she opens her eyes and asks, If Dad just learned this, it means he probably got very angry. What has he done? Who has he sought revenge from?

Erlyn looks at Francine and asks, Why do you think he did something?

Dad has always hid his hurt and his anger. But I always think, someday it will come out and if it does, the world will shake.

Amelae standing by Francine decides to handle this one. It sort of happened before he learn about your nanay. Aina, this Aina, not here yet. He see doctors doing same to my mother. He get very angry. He not kill, but he do things and others kill. Many die. Doctors, priests, police, they die. Then more, more police. Then he make living statues out of archbishops and many bishops. I not know what he do when he learn about your mother. Aina, you know?

Aina gives a silent yes.

Amelae asks, What he do? But Aina refuses to say. Of that I am glad.

Francine is not done. Where is my mother’s body?

Erlyn fields that one. At the mortuary. Aina and I there yesterday. We pick out the coffin.

I want to see her.

We take you tomorrow. But Friend, it be a shock to you. She your age and she look like you.

You mean similar to me?

No I mean the same. She part her hair different. Wala na.

Dad always said I looked like her, but that she was a real beauty. While I was pretty, Mom was very special.

Erlyn smiles. Your father not know Joana when she was a baby or a young girl. How he know? He see you as a daughter, not a lover. It changes the eyes of a father I think. You just now the age she, when he meet her first time, I think. You the same.

Erlyn, show me how she had her hair.

You not know?

I have never seen a photo of her. No, I do not know.

Come na! Come. There is a photo. We will show you. There is a mirror in your father’s bedroom. We will fix your hair like your mother’s and put you and the photo in front of the mirror!

All but Aina leave. Aina walks to me, as I am still in the shadows. You were smart to not interfere with the discussion.

I am not so sure. That last bit is a little disturbing.

You really didn’t see it?

No.

Then you are in for a real shock. She is, physically, Joana all over again.

Shit.

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