Chapter 6-1 Book 7

Chapter 6-1

The Final Hours

Part 2

The building wasn't much to look at other than it was a ranch house clear out in the middle of nowhere. I saw and heard several sheep and lambs, and this made me shiver, knowing they were used for ritual sacrifices, not just for their wool. I did my best not to think about it, but Jeff was right. I needed to put on my big boy pants and focus on the task at hand. I could smell food and hear music inside and several people laughing. Their laughs didn't sound all that jolly to me as I noticed the outbuilding and the property on which the house was on. I focused on watching the shadows leap about and it comforted me, knowing that the shadows I was seeing were Tony and his team getting into place.

My mind screamed against walking through those doors, but I wasn't alone; Tony, his men, and the surrounding people watched me as they brought me through the doors and introduced me as their long-lost sheep—I wished I had remained lost. Eli was told to take me to a room and prepare me for tonight's celebration worthy of such high honor befitting me, or should I say, Shawn, after I have met the holy council of the coven here. For the things Shawn had endured by his parents and family, not noting that he had earned that hardship and shouldn't be something to be celebrated for.

It made me sick to my stomach how brazen these people were as I looked in on their celebrating as they treated the children I had seen earlier with such cruelty as they beat them, with whips, or forced them to engage in their sexual fantasy. Similarly, they treated some girls and women cruelly, those lacking wealth or influential connections in particular. Their lords and masters treated the others like common garbage, forcing them to clean up the mess they created.

The High Bishop brought me forward to the people who were considered important to the coven and introduced me. That Mormo and their true God Lucifer have saved me and returned me to them. Their most holy of the holy prophets of the favored ten known as and the prophet named Crawford has favored me with his blessing and because of that tonight they celebrate. I shook hands with them all, wanting to bathe in bleach and scrub myself clean from their very touch.

Once I had memorized their faces, Eli directed me to prepare for what they call the Birthing Ceremony. Afterward, the feast of youth and to be pleasured for all the pain and suffering I had endured. Or in my case what Shawn endured. The High Bishop said, "By then the holy trinity" sometimes known as the council of nine, for this coven, would soon join us, but till then I was to be made ready. My mind exploded with the news, and the fact we had stumbled onto new information important to the order of the church, discovering another piece of the puzzle.

I already knew that the High Priest known as the High Bishop or Reverend or Sometimes called the Holy King and High Priestess, or Sometimes called the Holy Queen ran the everyday things, the council of nine were the movers and the shakers, but even they had some higher to them and that was the ten holy prophets, patterned after the LDS church twelve apostles, and the Catholic churches With the Pope at the top and Bishops, Priest and Deacons and the line goes on forever. This pattern of similarity among the churches made perfect sense.

In some ways, I couldn't wait until I told Stringham and Tony about what I had just learned. But for my purpose, I will refer to the High Priest as the High Bishop, because in my relationship with the LDS Church, the Bishop is higher than the High Priest. The person higher that is the stake president or stake presidency; If I go any higher, it would take me all day to list them all, and trust me you don't want me to.

I didn't like what he meant by me "being made ready" because I wasn't sure if that implied a sacrifice of someone like one of the children I had noticed when we had arrived. I bowed and said. "I look forward to meeting the holy trinity of this church and to partake of the blessing of youth and celebration." I prayed inside that by that time Tony, and his people would descend upon them from the shadows. Then again, as my luck ran, it didn't bode well for me.

I was quickly led away as the rest made merry. Eli smiled at me as we made our way down the hall. I did my best not to get distracted, but it was hard not to when we looked inside the rooms where some of the boys were having sex with some of the male children as they screamed in so much pain as they were being raped repeatedly, here I was unable to help them without being noticed, knowing that if I did so, I would be put to death and so would they as part of the cleaning crew. I felt the hot tears running down my cheeks as I watched.

Eli said as he took my hand. "It's beautiful, isn't it? As is the child being pleasured as it is meant to be? I remember my first time, and how special it was." I tried not to look away, because it made me sick inside. It only got worse as we made our way down the hall, finding more pain and more torture. Not only were the boys being raped, but so were the girls, and worse as I watched the girls rape the young boys some no older than Jared, as they strapped on the fake penis and insert them inside of them. While other men like my adoptive Dad took turns having the young boy, do him orally.

They didn't restrain the boys in the other room, unlike the rest. I didn't ask why because their training prepared them for such acts. It sickens me to see the roles reversed. Shawn, while being interrogated, explained that they only have natural sex with women to impregnate them, unless the girl has paid or been chosen by the High Priestess based on wealth and power. It became clear that tonight I would be having sex with one of these chosen girls, not for pleasure but to impregnate them for sacrifice. Eli apologized as we entered the room with a bath prepared for us. He mentioned it would be unpleasant to have sex with one of the chosen girls like his sister and her friend. However, his father and the council favored me because I endured my incarceration. Afterward, we would get to know each other properly and indulge ourselves before dealing with my babysitter and the new Headmaster. Once the school was ours, we could invite our brethren inside the school. I nearly stumbled when he said that. I thought when the High Bishop called him son it was a metaphor, not his actual son or his daughter when neither of them resembled each other.

My pills fell out of my pocket, and I cringed when he picked them up, reading that they were pills that would help to maximize my climaxes and regenerate faster. He opened the bottle and broke the seal and smiled. Gave me three of them and took three himself and replaced the pills back into my robe. I said. "I stole them from my babysitter."

He said. "He won't be needing them anymore after tomorrow once he has been dealt with properly."

I quickly said. "May Mormo make it so?" He repeated the phase and removed his robe and slippers, adding them to mine. The robes dropped to the floor from the hook. I bent down to pick them up as my hand quickly reached into my pocket and removed the needle and two laxatives that Tony had given me in case the other ones had worn off which they had, and the small microphone; feeling Eli rubbing himself against me, poking my butt with his penis as I was bending over to pick up our robes. It took everything I had inside me not to jerk away as I stood up slowly and said. "I'll be back; I just need to use the toilet;" he nodded and followed me.

I cringed as he did so, but one of the girls and his friends quickly called him, telling him to dress me in the ceremonial robes for the birthing ceremony after they had bathed me and prepared me. Eli growled angrily. "I know! I have done it many times! I am not an idiot! Tell my father that he'll be ready when he calls for him!"

I quickly stabbed myself with the needle in the butt and inserted the laxatives. As I pretended to wipe my butt, I flushed the needle and the packaging down the toilet. Then I placed the microphone behind the garbage can. During this, Eli asked if I needed any help. He added that he couldn't wait to taste me properly after the ceremony. Of course, he also mentioned that my bath was getting cold. I answered by stepping out of the bathroom and into the door frame. As I watched him smoke a joint, I couldn't help but think, "Man, he is hot." It wasn't in a gay way, but then again, I was into having both males and females. Being bisexual, it was my way of life. I was open to having as many as I wanted.

However, I gave a heavy sigh as I remembered two important things. First, this would only be a one-night stand, meaning I would most likely never see him again. Damn, I really wanted him. As a friend, we could have been more than friends, perhaps another boyfriend like Dillon and Greg. The second problem was that I was currently playing the role of Shawn. I hated this role, and it was getting harder to play it. I looked toward the door where my robes hung, desperately trying to ignore my strong attraction to Eli, especially as he stroked his impressive penis.

Noticing the replacement of the robes we had worn with new ones, adorned with gold fringe and outlined with silver thread, did little to ease my unease. They simply weren't the same robes I had seen the children wearing when we arrived, nor were they like the ones I had seen in Heber, made from sackcloth or cotton. Not these rich silk ones designed for a prince. Eli motioned me over as he stepped into the bath that was in the middle of the floor like ours at home and in Heber and rang a silver bell for the girls that were to bathe us that we were now ready. Watching two girls come inside and drop their robes at the side of the tub; Eli scowled. "So pathetic, I seldom get turned on by seeing these beasts naked anymore. What do you say, Shawn? Do they turn you on anymore after finding out they are nothing more than whores for suckling pigs?" He paused. "Well, except for my sister Rhoda and the girls the High Priestess has chosen and permitted to mate with us or bear our children, so we might reproduce offspring to please our true God and his daughter Mormo. May they bless us tonight."

I repeated the phrase "In Mormo's name make it so."

I looked away and pretended I was bored or not turned on by the girls and said. "I too find them unappealing, not after being shown what true pleasure is." I moved into the bath as the girls made way for me and bowed to me. I wanted to tell the girls that soon they will be free, but I couldn't.

The bath was warm to perfection; it wasn't anything to get excited about smelling no scented oils and seeing no bubble bath. I noticed the bottle of pills that Eli opened and had placed on a silver tray where there were two wine glasses with a bottle of white wine and a bottle of red, inside a bucket of ice being chilled unopened. He highly approved, seeing my arousal and watching me smile as I noticed his arousal as I approached the bath.

I waited for him to pull me into his arms and kiss me and make me feel at ease, but instead, he sat and watched me come closer, as he smoked a joint and was about to offer me some, then remembered I couldn't because of my current restrictions and placed the joint on the tray and blew the smoke towards me as I coughed, he laughed telling me once we deal with my bodyguard will have a joint party to celebrate. I nodded and took a seat as I lowered myself into the water.

Even though Eli and I had taken three of the pills, he opened the bottle and took two more out, and told me to chew on them as he reached for us a glass of wine, asking me red or white. Then remembered I couldn't have alcohol and told the girl to bring me a coke and make sure after the ceremony that I had plenty of them to partake, asking me what my favorite was, I said. "Orange or grape, but coke was fine as long as it was in a can unopened," Eli questioned it when I said it. I said. "I rather make sure some slave doesn't spit in it or my glass before giving it to me." He sent one of the girls on her way after telling her to leave her robe watching her pick it up off the floor, for not being prepared and having her to ask to be whipped because of that watching her drop the robe on the floor as she did what he asked leaving the room completely naked.

It shocked me because of the cruelty as he punched the other girl in the face hearing her nose break yelled. "You filthy beast! You shamed me and my most honored friend! Don't you know that he is being honored tonight for having been returned to us after being incarcerated for so long among the nonbelievers? You should have been prepared for his arrival! Now get out and clean yourself up! Next time I will slit your throat for being so disrespectful! I am the High Bishop's son, one of his most favored! I should kill you myself for disrespecting me and my honored friend!"

She bobbed an apology, and he waved her off after kicking her several times as she moved out of the tub and into the room weeping her apologies. I tried not to cringe as I watched knowing any sympathy for the girl would cause her death and mine, but Eli had noticed. I said as he came back into the tub. "Please tell me she will be punished for angering you during our celebration?"

He smiled as he came towards me and said. "It matters not. I am not going to ruin a moment more reflecting upon a slave's action when I should be pleasuring you. My most holy father would be angry with me if I did not do so." Picking up a bottle of white wine and opened it, popping the cork and smelling it." He placed it under my nose, allowing me to enjoy the aroma. I asked how long we had before the ceremony would start and how soon would we have to be back at the school. Noticing the clock on the wall which said it was a little past eight. He said. "The wedding ritual begins around ten and lasts about an hour. Then, we bathe and will be presented to the congregation as the new active members, like kings and queens," he said.

"We will feast for another hour, then when the gong strikes at midnight, we begin with the birthing ceremony. That lasts two hours exactly, and when the second gong sounds, we have sex. Until we need to be back at the school before 5 am at the latest, so it would look like we had never been gone."

I nodded. "So that means if I had a glass of wine, that it be long gone out of my system or barely register as a mouthwash?" Jeff approved, telling me I was doing good using the wine as a distraction. I smiled inside as he watched me pour myself a glass, not a lot just enough to taste.

He laughed. "You are incorrigible," and poured himself another then said. "I want to make a toast." He held his glass up and I held mine. He said. "To become best friends and roommates may Mormo make it so?" I repeated the toast and the phrase, clicking our glass and drinking our chosen beverage, I noticed he was telling me everything, but it was mostly because he either didn't want to scare me being it was my first time and being married so young.

I wondered what my friends would think back home about me being married more so my adoptive parents and my mother, not to mention my grandmother. The rest I planned to keep to myself not knowing what they would do once I learned I had sex with Eli and his friends even though I was being forced to. Even though Jeff and Tony told me that I wouldn't be judged by it because I was forced to save my life and the people around me. While Tony and his team free the slaves and capture the bad people, that were practicing devil worshiping, murdering, and raping children.

I placed my glass on the silver tray, poured another one, and set it beside me. Then, I leaned back to relax and enjoy the water and jets while waiting for the girls to return and bathe us. I turned to him and asked about the unpleasantness of the ceremony, wanting the microphone to capture our conversation. I needed evidence of his crimes, and the only way to do that was to make him talk.

He gave a heavy sigh as he sipped his wine. "Yes, it is very unpleasant, because you must have sex with the girl who is my sister once you have been married to her. It is a great honor, to show that our God and his savior Mormo have accepted your unjust suffering and sacrifices in which you truly had endured, being prosecuted not only by your family but by your friends who have betrayed you. Normally it would be nothing more than impregnating her quickly like we do the girls that we don't marry. We do so to show them that we thank them for providing themselves as a host and vessel so our people may return through them by having a chance to be reborn.

"But instead, we use them so they can bear children since we cannot. Either so we can sacrifice them as offerings to our God Lucifer and his savior Mormo to thank him for blessing us and enriching our lives and sharing his power and glory with us. It's a kindness really, nothing more, for it is we men who are the truly blessed ones.

"We also thank the ones that have served as our Guardians, Teachers, and Our Holy Ones like my father the High Bishop, High Priestess. Who was my mother during her time here on earth? Until she too was called back to serve beside our god as one of his angels as she waits to be reborn and reunited with my father once again, and Our Most Holy Prophets." This explained a little why the High Bishop wiped a tear from his eyes earlier. He was still grieving. Refocused on the conversation, not letting the information show it bothered me, "But of course, the Holy Trinity and our many councilors who have met and will meet during our feast, as they welcome us into the fold as new Kings and Queens. They too will be called back to serve beside our God and master. Like we all will be. Once we can no longer perform our duties on Earth, our master will call us to serve beside him until we are reborn, as well as our old ones, and those who are sick, incurable, or deformed.

"So, they too can be reborn into a new body through Lucifer and our savior Mormo. According to our prophets and our true God, Lucifer. That has taught us and reunited with us through spiritual enlightenment and be returned to walk among us once more who has sent us teachers, priests, and priestesses. To lead and guide us through his teachings as you know and have been found worthy and have been baptized in the only true church of God upon this earth.

"That the women of this earth are nothing more than concubines, whores that are unclean, that it is wrong for us to love them. Unless they have been blessed by the High Priestess and the High Bishop and are worthy by parentage, or have been chosen by our God and savior to be our wives and to bear our children through them so they too can become gods. Our Holy Prophets receive true revelation, telling them which of these women, or girls are worthy of this blessing and which of us as are to marry them and who.

"Tonight, as the moon casts its ethereal glow upon us, you have been selected by our Holy Prophets to take a wife. Your first wife. The air is filled with anticipation as if it carries the weight of our destiny. The scent of incense lingers, mingling with the whispers of the crowd, creating an atmosphere of solemnity and reverence. As the words of the Holy Prophets resonate in our ears, we can almost taste the promise of a shared future. The sight of flickering candles dances before our eyes, casting shadows that seem to mirror the uncertainties and hopes that lie within our hearts.

"In this sacred space, we are enveloped by the warmth of the ceremony. Our palms tremble slightly as we clasp our hands, feeling the connection that binds us together. The smooth fabric of our ceremonial garments brushes against our skin, a gentle reminder of the path we have chosen. Through the teachings and guidance that await us, we can envision a future where our love will flourish, where our knowledge will expand, and where our influence will be felt. The sound of our footsteps as we embark on this journey echoes with determination and purpose.

"Together, we will strive to become more than mere mortals. Our souls will be nurtured and shaped like clay in the hands of a master sculptor. We will rise to positions of wealth and power, our influence spreading like ripples in a pond, as we dedicate ourselves to serving our master, our true God, and Savior.

"In this grand endeavor, we will not be alone. We will be joined by countless others who share our cause, united by a common purpose. Our hearts will be filled with love, our dreams intertwined, as we become conduits of divine wisdom and vessels of sacred knowledge. And in the midst of it all, we will work tirelessly to free our true God, unjustly imprisoned. The weight of this mission presses upon us, fueling our determination to bring about change, to liberate the divine presence that has been confined.

"As we embark on this extraordinary journey, we are filled with a sense of awe and wonder. The magnitude of our calling is both exhilarating and humbling. We are but mortals, yet we are destined to transcend our limitations and walk among the gods, becoming Teachers, Holy Seers, and Prophets. Together, we will lead many to our cause, spreading the message of liberation and enlightenment. Our voices will carry the echoes of our faith, resonating with hope and conviction. And in the end, we will be reborn, not only as gods upon this earth but as beacons of light, guiding others towards their own divine destinies.

"The Birthing Ceremony requires you to make love with her and pleasure her, "not you" as you must bring her to a full climax until your seed is inside of her. Because the child you give her will be special, not like the ones that we give back to Mormo, thanking her for our blessings. I, for one, have fathered three since my first Birthing Ceremony. So, when it is my turn to be reborn as one of my offspring who has proven worthy when they come of age. Will held prominent positions in the church like my father and like my mother had before she was called back to his bosom. The others who are not worthy are given back to Mormo in hopes of a place by her side as one of her angels.

"The church council closely observes you, ensuring that everything goes according to plan. They pray that the child you conceive with her will be among the chosen ones, as she was blessed by the High Priestess during the naming ritual to become one of them. For the girl, this is a rite of passage, a way for our saviors to bestow upon her the gift of sight and knowledge. She will eventually take over as the new High Priestess when called by our God to return home and be reborn. Similar to my father's second wife, who now holds the position of High Priestess after my mother, the first wife, was called back and reborn once again.

"However, one of the chosen ones has been brutally murdered. As a result, the High Priestess has been asked to temporarily take her place until another is chosen or until she prepares the next High Priestess. This chosen one will serve as a conduit for our savior Mormo, delivering his message to us. May Mormo bless this union?"

I repeated the phrase, feigning a cringe. "So, I must not only impregnate her but also engage in a physical relationship with her."

Eli nodded solemnly and let out a heavy sigh. He replied, "Yes, and afterward, we will put it behind us and celebrate your return." I moved closer to him, though I despised the feeling because I needed to show Eli that Shawn truly preferred boys over girls. I knew he would question it if I didn't make a move soon.

I linked with Jeff if he wouldn't mind leaving the room. He nodded and said he won't be far. I said. "So, Eli," placing my hand on his penis. "Is there any reason why we can't indulge ourselves now so we both can think about each other as we work through the unpleasantness? I would like a demonstration of what I get to look forward to after the unpleasantness is over."

I stroked him slowly as I felt him place his hand on my penis. He said. "We do have at least a couple of hours."

I smiled and said. "What about the slave girls? Can they watch so they can see what real pleasure looks like?"

He nodded. "For a minute there, I was worried that your parents had corrupted you." I leaned over and pulled him into a kiss. It wasn't a passionate kiss; mostly because I couldn't get a reading on him as I had with his friends and father and the people I had met here so far out of my head. Oh God, I was so tired of playing Shawn, and wanted to really kiss Eli and show him what true love was, not this insanity he was so deep in. I wanted to take him away from all of this. But fate is cruel and for now I couldn't, because I was Shawn!