Chapter 13-2 Book 7

Chapter 13-2

The Big Show

Part 3

Stringham wanted us to take our time so my friends and their parents, including my mother, could congratulate us before heading back to the hotel, instead of being bombarded by questions. To how they knew Nate and the Carrions when they were Eric and Rothwell's; it seemed so unfair not having my friends at the reception hall, but Eric didn't exist tonight. He was in Saint George somewhere, not here as I watched them make a hasty exit through the back door where there were no news crews taking pictures and getting sound bites, and believe it or not they were fine with that. After all, there was plenty to see the sights that Salt Lake had to offer.

My mother seemed delighted that she had gotten her wish regarding being with my father. The handcuffs and heavy dose of the sex drug rendered him unable to refuse her. She quickly said. "One last hoo-raw before he and I sign the divorce papers. I want to leave for home by nine tomorrow, kids."

I understood that my grandmother didn't have exactly the same intentions. Personally, it's sometimes difficult for me to comprehend why she still holds on to the hope that my father, who is a cruel and spiteful man, will change and want to be involved in my life and my brother's. My mother, on the other hand, has now switched sides. She also believed that my father could change, but I can assure you that never happened for me and Aaron.

The moment we moved out, we were told my parents reconciled their differences and remained together, as long as we didn't visit. However, that was only partially true. The reality was that my father and Susan had confined my mother to Susan's house, or so they thought. In truth, she would sneak out under the pretense of visiting her "friends," but the friends she visited were not the ones they suspected. They kept her on a tight leash until they found a way to dispose of her permanently, which they eventually did by killing her. They told everyone she died of a heart attack while climbing out of the tub, but the truth is they poisoned her, causing her to overdose. Aaron and I knew they were responsible for her death, but we couldn't prove it.

The last on the list to say goodbye was Eli's and Rhoda's father. The moment he walked in that image of him being some kind of hell beast quickly confronted us, as we backed away as we watched him transform back into their Dad. He had changed back into a suit, and he had a ring of bodyguards around him. He asked if he could visit us alone. They nodded after checking for any escape routes and closed the door behind them. He gave a tired sigh as he approached us; he quickly embraced each of his kids first and then put out his hand for me to shake.

I was a little leery about shaking it because of what I saw and what had happened back at that school for Arthur. The moment my hand touched his images floated in my mind of the things he had done, but the ones I was seeing were that he wasn't doing them because he wanted to.

He was doing them because he was being forced to. It still didn't make me feel any better because I knew he wanted that power and position, or he wouldn't have done the things he had done to get it. He said not letting go. "I am very pleased to have met the real you, not the boy you were pretending to be. I knew the moment we met that you weren't Shawn Rothwell. There was something different about you. That I felt the moment I had shaken hands with you in the car to my ranch house. It's the same feeling I now get when I shake hands and hug my children."

He pulled me into a hug and kissed my cheek and placed my hand into Eli's hand and said. "I couldn't be prouder of my son and my daughters, and I am at this moment. I knew what we were doing was wrong, but there was very little I could do about it. I know it means very little now, but in time I hope you will see me as someone that isn't; a monster. I hope you can forgive me and see that I was only doing what was necessary to keep my family alive. I have nothing to give, except my son and daughter who you have married in the eyes of God, the only true God. Not the son of hell, not his demon of Mormo. May they both rot in hell. Protect each other and make them pay for the savage crimes they have committed."

He gave us all one last hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then they turned and walked towards the door and turned to face us. "Remember, I will always love you. Ok, fellas; let's get the hell out of here." Like everyone else, he too was gone. No one said anything regarding what we saw, not until we were sure we were alone.

With everyone gone, it was time to say hello to our adoring fans. The girls had taken off the long veil and replaced it with a smaller one and then made our way down to the main reception hall. Stringham and everyone else were waiting … I gasped seeing the gift tables being overloaded. Then again, they were for all of us instead of one couple. Everyone clapped the moment we came into the room.

Stringham argued regarding if we were allowed to drink any alcohol, not even a glass of champagne. Bishop Earl ended it and so did Jeff, stating not under any circumstance or he would withdraw his help until he could keep his word. Stringham wanted Jeff's help and so did Tony, so they settled for sparkling apple juice. I really don't think anyone noticed, considering they look the same as the real thing. Stringham quickly covered it up by giving a toast to our new brides, telling them how beautiful they all looked.

It was the first time any of us had seen the cake as it was standing in the middle of the room. The girls gasped at how beautiful it truly was and how huge. Noting it had six layers, representing each of our brides with the final top layer with the standard bride and groom sitting on the top under an archway covered in roses. Stringham had truly outdone himself as we looked at the reception hall dressed to the nines with more real flowers and colorful fabric, as we made our way to where everyone was standing. Each of them shakes our hands, and mingles with the rich and the filthy rich; placing padded envelopes inside our breast pockets with cold hard cash or a nice check with lots of zeros. Once we couldn't hold it anymore, we discreetly transferred it to a silver briefcase that was sitting behind us.

I was glad my mother wasn't here to see it, knowing her spending habits. It didn't matter that we weren't going to spend the cash on ourselves, well mostly anyway. The largest portion would go to charity and the rest would go to help pay for tuition for college or back into the slush fund to take down the Satanic Church, after all the equipment we use is quite pricey, plus it helps pay our team's salary.

Once people made it through the line, they took their seats at the banquet tables that had their RSVP names on them. We had worked out a call sign to see if we noticed any of our satanic members, in the form of a scout handshake with two fingers on the wrist to indicate that they were members that needed watching. I wanted to say smile for the camera as the picture was being taken behind me and from Tony and my wheelchair.

I got a little nervous. Well, let's say a lot nervous when the High Bishop of Heber made his way through the line and shook each of our hands. And just like Eli's father, I got the image of a hell beast the moment we shook hands. Yet the images were like a foggy dream as if something was trying to cover them up. I linked with Jeff as he noticed that the High Bishop was shrouded in a dark smoke just like the one we had seen at Shawn school.

He said. "I am very much looking forward to another visit like we had last time at my home. Perhaps you can bring your new husband and your wives, and this man Tony I have heard so much about. We can discuss having a more proper wedding that we are both more custom to. Not this disgrace of nothing more than a show for these non-believers."

I nodded and said. "Sounds fun. Should we say the second Tuesday when we will be back

From our honeymoon? I am looking forward to tasting you once again."

He said, bringing three small boys forward, all dressed in black tuxes, and two sixteen-year-old girls. "You remember my three boys, Jessie, Cal, and Mark and my two daughters, Ellen and Ruth?" I nodded that I did, even though I had personally never met them, but I had been told about them and had been given a picture of his entire family, including his now recently dead wife, who used to be the High Priestess.

He carefully leaned in and brushed my crotch with his hand, finding me taut and hard when what he was really feeling was a fake penis, and said. "Give me thirty minutes and excuse yourselves and have your husband and wives follow you into the changing rooms that have been prepared for you. We will have a little tasting before we eat and before you have to pleasure your women and let my daughters get acquainted, since they are going to be best friends in school and in church."

I nodded and handed him the room key as we shook hands one last time. I pulled on Stringham's coattail as he finished shaking hands and quickly informed him what had taken place. He said. "Are you prepared to do so?" I nodded, and he said. "Ok, then I'll make sure the team is ready in place so they can record your conversation and take pictures." We waited until everyone had been through our line before Eli and I left, telling the girls to give us a ten-minute head start, before coming up to our reserved room.

We had planned for this to happen, wanting to build a relationship with the High Bishop and his members and his family. We didn't like the idea of them raping me or Eli, but it was the only way we could get them to talk alone. Stringham had Tony make sure I had the numbing agent and the laxatives to ensure that I wouldn't feel anything. Eli was used to it, so he was willing to be my number two guy. Plus, he had promised my grandmother and my adoptive parents that nothing would happen to me. Stringham said as he followed me, telling the people that were asking where we and our girls were going. He said, grinning. "To have a little sex before dinner. Where else would you go if you had two horny boys and two wives?" Hearing everyone laugh giving us cat calls telling us not to hurry back on their account.

I only stopped to use the bathroom as Eli followed me inside the handicap stall. Tony had someone guard the door so we could have our privacy. Eli said as he placed the laxative inside me. "We really need to get you more comfortable about doing it without having to use a shot or the laxative. Just use the regular KY gel."

I told him. "I am quite aware of the problem, but if you hadn't noticed, neither of us had a chance to be alone together; except that one time when we bathed." He gave a frustrated sigh, and we quickly redressed and made our way to our changing room. Which had been prepared to in case we wanted to have a little sex before each scheduled advent. Which was quite common for newlyweds to do so. Knowing Tony and Jenny were doing the same thing in the other room and had left thirty minutes before we did; hearing Jenny and him carrying on as we walked past their room, the girls discreetly went inside another room with the High Bishop's two daughters.

I didn't ask what they were going to do, because I knew after watching girls back at the ranch house in Texas having sex with each other, pretending to be male and female. Personally, I prefer being the one doing it, but the girls said they didn't mind because they had grown up in the Satanic Church and it was considered normal for them due to the lack of emotion the boys not wanting to have sex with other than fathering them a child. Crazy, I know, because Eli and I really liked having sex with them.

We were greeted by his honor guard as they searched for weapons and wanted me to leave my wheelchair outside in the hall, but I insisted and told them that I didn't trust them to ride it up and down the hallway and ruin it. The argument ended as the High Bishop opened the door telling them. "It is quite all right. I wouldn't trust you either." The fact that he was completely naked or that his boys were waiting inside with their shirts open and barefoot didn't even faze them. It also said he wanted Eli and I to have the honor of having sex with his boys. Eli told me as much and wasn't surprised by the fact that Dad and my brothers had no choice but to do so at his house on Tuesday. Even my own impostor had to or they would have killed my entire adoptive family.

The bed that was inside the couch had been pulled out and turned down to the foot of it and several pillows were neatly stacked side by side. And the boy's topcoats and shoes stuffed with their socks were neatly placed in one of the chairs, including their fathers. I had learned from the briefing that the boys were from three different mothers and were all born roughly at the same time and the same with his two daughters.

According to Eli and his Dad, it was quite common considering he and his sister Rhoda were the same age only separating them by a few months. So, the fact Jessie had black hair and green eyes and his brother Mark had sandy blond hair and light blue eyes while their brother Cal had brown hair and brown eyes said they were each from different mothers but resembled enough of their father to all three boys that said they were indeed his sons. I had also been told by Eli that they prep them young as soon as their fifth birthday, again explaining the taste that Shawn and his friends had regarding young boys.

My anger boiled inside me, knowing that it was considered normal to rape young boys in the Satanic Church; it didn't matter if they were family. It didn't matter that Eli said it was a form of love passed on to father and son and brother and sister. Yet what right did I have to think it was wrong? When the Rothwells taught me almost the same principles, but it seemed quite different compared to their form of love vs. theirs, but the difference was we didn't rape young boys or girls.

We didn't force ourselves on anybody. Permission was always asked, and we never had sex with young children under a certain age other than stimulating them, with their parent's permission, or with them in the room. It was then I started to question myself regarding if I was following down the wrong rabbit hole, looking back how it could look so similar and then wondering if I was using it as an excuse to find happiness where there really was none, but body responses of wanting or needing to have sex. Yet, unlike Shawn and his friends, I never got a taste for it and always stayed close to my circle of friends.

The moment the High Bishop noticed me and Eli looking at them. He said. "An early wedding present so we might enjoy ourselves the way our true god intended it to be, instead of being humiliated by female counterparts, that are inferior in the matters of love and sexual desire." I linked with Jeff, telling him we needed help, and he quickly said he had already informed Tony and Stringham. I said. "And?"

He said. "Keep you and them alive."

I said. "You want me to rape them?"

Jeff said. "They are already a custom to it, and your impostor already has had sex with them. If you don't, he'll know that you weren't the same boy he had invited."

I swallowed and said. "Thanks for the wedding present, but I don't think we would have time to enjoy your sons. Eli and I only have a few minutes. Perhaps you could send them up to our suite. So, we have all night to enjoy them."

The High Bishop approached me and inquired of Eli whether he could assist in undressing me. Eli glanced at the boys, and I nonchalantly responded, "I just need some help getting to the bed, and then you two can undress me." I knew there was little I could do to change the situation, and Tony and the team would only intervene if our lives were at risk. Engaging in sex acts with each other, although repulsive and morally incorrect, did not qualify as being in mortal danger. We had discussed this extensively in a briefing, acknowledging that it was wrong, but they desired more than just rape.

They wanted to put them away so long that they would never see the outside of a prison other than a pine box. It was what it was, and it bothered me because I remembered what Pa told me. It starts with the first wrong action. There may not have been a knife at my throat, but the danger was just as real, knowing he could kill me and Eli long before they came to rescue us.

Eli handed me my crutches, and I made an effort as they both helped me as my feet dragged one step at a time. Once I was on the bed, I removed my jacket and Eli removed his, taking them both and folding them over the chair in the room. Eli removed his shoes and his socks, letting the High Bishop remove mine asking me how to remove the leg braces. Seeing that a metal heel had been inserted in my shoes once he removed my shoes and set them to the side.

He eyed Eli as Eli came to help and show him how to remove the braces as the boys watched with curiosity, Eli got on his knees with the High Bishop and rolled up my pant leg and showing him how to unstrap the bindings on the braces and pulled his side off and set it under the bed out of the way, and worked on my shirt and clip-on bow tie, and said. "I knew your Dad, I was sorry to hear that he had been captured by the government, during your marriage celebration.

"I was relieved to hear that you and your sister had made it out before they could capture you. I was a little surprised to find out that you have been seeing Nate on the side. I didn't expect you two to be considering being married, but I was relieved to hear it, nonetheless. I am curious to hear how you two met. No one seems to know."

Eli calmly said. "We met at Crest-Ridge. He was supposed to be my first husband until my father received orders from the top that I was to marry this boy Shawn Rothwell, but after the ceremony had been completed. We had to leave before we too were captured and before we could consecrate our marriage."

Eli finished undressing as he placed his clothes over the chair to keep them from getting wrinkled and made his way over to me. While the High Bishop removed my socks and my pants as he waited for Eli to remove my shirt and handed it to him, so he could add them to the chair. I laid back on my arms in an upright position, letting the High Bishop take off my boxers. They both smiled, seeing I was more than ready.

He returned to the conversation. I reminded him as I sat up and helped his boys off with their shirts, folding them neatly on the bed beside me and their pants, finding that neither of them was wearing boxers. Again, it didn't surprise me, because I knew this was no chance meeting for either of us, watching him shrug it off stating. "We have all the time we need. As you know, you have already been excused, stating you wanted to consummate your marriage before the second half with your new wives who are being detained in another room with my two lovely daughters. Long before dinner and long before the "street people" are allowed in for a chance to congratulate you,

"You four will be a little late, as newlyweds often are after a wedding night, and your friend Stringham and your parents have given us at least two hours of leeway." 

Letting the High Bishop redirect his questions as Eli swung my legs and feet onto the bed showing I needed some help, but I wasn't exactly helpless as I scooted more onto the bed as he picked up his son's clothes and added it to his and reached into his jacket pocket for a bottle of sex pills still sealed. Telling me they were stronger than the ones I had left at his house; tossing me the bottle to unseal it, to prove to me that he wasn't giving me some sort of street drug.