Soul
Copyright © 2016, 2018-2020 by VeryWellAged
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Author's note: This chapter is NOT a stand-alone...The story starts here.
Sympathy from a Devil
Why do you want me to call you Ninong?
What does a Ninong do, Amelae?
The Ninong is a sponsor. He is a supplement to the parent. Is concerned with the life of the child.
Yes, and you, when you sell your soul, will be mine to guide, groom, and teach.
Why do you say you will do this?
It is the task assigned to me. I am happy to do it.
Will you help my mother? Ninong?
Why should I do that Amelae?
If you care about me, and want me to be happy, then you need to help her! She is dying from TB and her diabetes! I pray to God to save her, but she just gets sicker. Pastor says we cannot know God’s will. Will you save her?
Amelae, neither His LardAss nor my guy can end or save a life. To do that violates the rules of their game. When His High and Mighty Dumbfuck flooded the place, he ended the game the first time, by violating the rules. That is why he promised not to do that again.
But Pastor say that God can.
Your Pastor is lying, that is why he says, you cannot know God’s will. There is nothing that can be done for her except for the medicine you and your family are providing.
Pero walang sila pera!1
Calm down. I can help with that. I can change things here sometimes. There are rules but I can help with this.
You do this?
When your soul is ours, and I am sure of it, yes. But, Amelae, she will still die. You must understand this. If either side could kill or sustain life, there would be no point in competing for souls. You will die at some point. All die eventually. It is the way of this world. If it were not for the competition, it would be different, but this world is the game board.
What do I have to do? I give you my soul. You take care of Nanay2.
Come with me.
I take the girl home with me. To her eyes, she is walking into a mansion. She says nothing.
I had prepared a document on flash paper. Printing on it is not all that easy but I use some good calligraphy and it turns out nicely. All that is required is some of Amelae’s blood and a pen with a nib.
I open a drawer and remove the document, pen, a small dish, and a small knife.
I prick the girl to raise enough blood and let it drip onto the dish. She signs her name on the document, and then with a bit of the theatrical, before her eyes, the contract goes up in a flash and smoke. Amelae screams, cries, shakes, and damned close to faints.
Take off your clothing girl. When you are in this place, you are not to wear anything.
Ninong? Must I?
You will no longer call me Ninong. You will address me as Master. Your soul belongs to me. You belong to me. You no longer have any choice in the matter. You will do as you are instructed, or I will rain down misery on you and all you are related to. Now take off your clothing.
Master, I thought my soul will belong to the Devil.
It does in a way, but there really is no Devil. It is just one side of a bet. Do as I say now or you will forever regret it!
And that does it. She almost rips her clothing off.
Now go in to that room and wash yourself. You are to be completely clean when you receive my seed. Go!
To truly believe in religion is to believe in magic. It doesn’t take much to convince someone who is already a believer. Amelae doesn’t argue. She accepts her fate and does as told.
I have a small sturdy table set up with a little foam on the top covered with a blood red damask cloth.
About twenty minutes later the girl presents herself. She really is cute. Not stunning, but cute.
I place Amelae on her back on the table, drape a small damask cloth over her eyes and part of her head. The click of a remote to my sound system plays a piece of music by Jocelyn Pook.
There is a small decanter of warm fragrant oil next to the table. I anoint the girl’s breasts, belly and pubes by gently pouring a small stream over her, making sure some of it covers her labia. She is shaking as I drop my trousers and move my tool over her labia, adding oil to it before grabbing and spreading her legs. I plunge in, not allowing any time to contemplate the loss of any hymen.
She cries out as I run deeply into her body. I am not kind. I am insistent and unrelenting as I pound into her repeatedly. The crying stops and gasps follow. She is breathing hard and fast.
I place a finger on her clit as I continue my assault on her cunt. She groans, screams, spasms and arches her back. She screams Niiii-Noooonggg. I don’t correct her. I am still ripping through her. She is groaning again. I grab a nipple and pinch hard. Niiii-Noooonggg! Oh Niiii-Noooonggg! I pinch the other nipple even harder and Amelae’s body just jerks and flops around in my arms. As that is happening I dump cum in her, eliciting a new scream.
I lower her legs. There is blood on my tool. I raise my trousers and close them around me. Amelae just lies on the table, shaking, and taking short gasps of air. I turn the music down lower and lower so that it is no audible before turning it off.
Get up girl and go to that bedroom. Rest until I call for you.
Master, may I cover myself on the bed?
Yes.
This is not a bad start. But it is just a start. I need to teach her to do my bidding.
As the girl sleeps, from exhaustion, fear, and confusion, I lay upon a table a feast of fruit: Mango, Durian, Marang, Guyabano, Jackfruit, Mangosteen, Lanzones, Passion Fruit, Lakatan Bananas, and Rambutan. Next to it is a platter of sliced Cassava Cakes and Bibingka Cakes. There is also a thermal pitcher of chilled Buko Juice and two lead crystal goblets.
I retire to my study and pick up a book I am in the middle of presently. I need to debrief the girl and figure out my next move, but for now, I can relax. I miss my daughter’s presence, and the presence of this girl is in truth a little unsettling, but it is the right thing to do. And while it may be unsettling it also feels right. The only way to deal with fairy tales is to pervert them, to make them untenable.
I wonder. Will it become untenable or just replace the old one if successful?
I hear sounds. The child is awake. I enter the bedroom she is using and tell her to come to the dining room.
As she enters the dining room, she asks, How many people will come? May I dress before they arrive?
If anyone came, you would still be as you are. You may not be clothed here. But no one will come here today.
Who is all this food for?
You.
I cannot eat all this!
No, but you are to eat as much as you wish.
There is so much here! How do I chose?
This is a new concept for you?
Yes! Yes, it is! Oh, Master. Is this what my life is now like? Eat, sleep, make love?
No, not completely. We have work that must be done. But yes, this is part of it.
May I bring some of this to my Nanay?
Yes, when you see her, you may. Tell me about your family. I cannot take notes, but I have a pickup mic that is recording this. I will replay it later in private. I need to learn enough to slide in the palliative care and medicine her mother needs. After I learn about her family, I also need to learn about other girls involved with the church.
I actually get quite a bit from Amelae. She is the youngest of five kids. All are struggling just to keep their heads above water. She has an uncle who has been helping a bit but his funds are also limited. She mentions that she knows the guy’s account number at his bank, as she had to text it to another extended family member who helped once. It is in her cell phone. When she goes to pee an hour later, I find it before she returns. I may add a little there for some drugs, but I will probably have better luck accessing the hospital accounting and give her a credit for treatments. Network security isn’t exactly strong around here.
As I wind up getting her family history, the DriveMax I took, while she was eating fruit, has kicked in. It is time for a repeat of the earlier performance. Once again she is on the draped table. Once again a heavy damask cloth covers her eyes and most of her head. Once again I anoint her with oil. Once again the music plays. Once again I enter her forcefully.
Who do you belong to, Amelae?
You, Master.
Are you sure, Amelae?
Yes. I am sure, Master.
I take a clamp and attach it to her left nipple and screw it on hard.
Are you still sure, Alemae?
Yes! Yes!
I take a clamp and attach it to her right nipple and screw it on hard.
Are you still sure, Alemae?
Yes! Master! Yes!
I take a clamp and attach it to her clit. Amelae screams.
Are you still sure, Alemae?
Yes! Master! I am sure.
I tighten each clamp a bit as I pound her cunt. She is bucking, gasping and cumming. I do not let up. Ramming into her cunt over and over, the minutes pass as I use her harshly before dumping my cum inside her unprotected cunt.
Once again I redress before removing the cloth from her face. You may wipe yourself off but you may not wash what I have put inside you. Do you understand?
Yes, Master.
You are to stay in your room until I call for you in the morning. Go.
And go she does. It really isn’t all that unfair. It is already eight thirty in the evening. I have some work to do. It takes some time to spear a user account in the accounting office at the hospital, but I do it and make sure I can get back in. I find some funds in an account that doesn’t seem to get touched too often. I create a new account not attached to anything else and move three hundred thousand pesos into it. There is no “new” money and the books will continue to balance, at least for a while. By the time anyone finds it, my bet is that Amelae’s mom will already be dead.
I have a small account in the same bank as Amelae’s uncle, and so I make a small ‘charitable’ donation to the cause. In the morning I will tell her to tell her uncle to remove the funds and buy the drugs.
Finally it is time to sleep. After having fucked twice today, my body seems at peace with the world and I sleep soundly until awakening at five the next morning.
I am out of my rooms thirty minutes later. Looking in on Amelae, she is sleeping soundly. But it is time to awaken. Amelae, take a shower. We have much to do today.
The girl stirs, looks at me, nods and goes about her instructions.
I have a low coffee table. I place the foam and damask cloth over it. When Amelae exits the bedroom, I tie a piece of damask around her head as a blindfold and have her get into a dog positon on the table. Once again I apply clamps to her nipples but hang small weights to each clamp. Applying a bit of oil on my member, I slide into the girl while mashing her clit with my fingers.
There is not one moment of resistance from the girl. She accepts it all. Juice runs down her legs as she begs me to do anything I desire to her. It is a good fuck and eventually I fill her cunt again enough to watch some of it dribble out of her cunt and down her thigh.
She is going to the bedroom to clean up. I do not allow it and tell her to come to the dining room table and eat some breakfast. She wants to warm me than she is not dry enough and will soak the seat. I ignore the matter.
Call your uncle right now and tell him to remove the money he will find in his account. He is to purchase medicine for your mother.
How? He has no real money, Master.
He does now, Amelae. Do it.
She calls him. There is an argument. He has only five hundred pesos in the account. He knows as he put one hundred into the account yesterday. If he removes it, they will close the account on him. She tells him not to argue and remove all but the five hundred. He is telling her that there isn’t any more that. She is telling him to stop arguing and just do it. The call ends in an ugly manner. She wants to ask if there really is more money in his account but is afraid to ask. I ignore it.
I tell her to call her mother. Her mother should get the tests and treatments she needs right now. Once again Amelae points out that they don’t have money for the hospital.
Amelae, this is the last time I will say this. Next time, you will regret arguing. Now, shut up and do as I say.
Yes, Master.
She makes the call and once again there is pushback from the other side. Amelae, promises her mother that she has the money to cover it. Just please get ready to go!
I do what you tell me to do, Master.
Good. Now tell me about the others who collect for the church.
There are quite a few. It’s a mix of boys and girls. All are between sixteen and twenty-two years of age. Each it seems has a hard luck story about someone in the family who needs help. The church while not promising anything, talks about the laying on of hands and miracles for those who, in the deepest reaches of their hearts, accept Jesus as their savior without any hidden reservation. See that’s the trick. If you, or your loved one doesn’t get healed, there is something about you that is still holding back… just a little bit! Oh, the art of the con artist. Flimflam nonsense. They give the neophyte nothing but vacant hope. I am delivering real benefits! So I may be pure bunk, but to Amelae, and probably some others, how could they know I am not a more powerful force, for the good in their lives, even though I seem to represent the evil side of the coin?
Amelae has been having a fine time working through more of the fruit and cakes. We make coffee and relax. We are on a couch. Me sitting up and her reclining against me as I finger her cunt and she mews. It is ten in the morning. She is telling me about the personalities of her cohorts, when her cellphone comes alive. It’s her uncle. He wants to know how she did it.
What I do, Tito3?
You put fifty thousand pesos in my account! How you do that?
Prayer, Tito. It is the power of the divine!
Then we must thank our savior, Amelae!
I am doing that right now, Tito. Just get Nanay the medicine please.
Yes, of course. I go do it right now. Bless you, child.
And the call ends.
Master, I know you do that. You keep your word to me. You do what the church never do. Why they say you are evil? How does evil do good and the good do nothing?
Amelae, I told you that we work at it. His Big and Mighty Shitface does nothing! He is all con and scam. Now, knowing what you know, will you help me gather more souls?
Yes, Master. I am your girl now. Mmmm… that feels good!
You are one of my girls. We will collect others.
You want some of the other girls who collect from the church?
Yes, that is exactly what I want. Do you have some that you want me to choose?
Hmmm, I think yes. Aaahhh nice! Oh Master, you do me again?
No. Now, you will call one of your friends and tell her that you saw a man who seemed to know you are collecting for the church but is still willing. She should be at McDonalds at two thirty today.
The call goes OK and Amelae provides a description of me that will work. I am sending Amelae to her mother with the instruction to call me when they are at the hospital and have the appointment. She takes some plastic bags, loads up some of the food and leaves with money for the tricycles and jeepneys.
Once she is out of the house, I get to work on some of what I will need for this next girl. I have a few hours and I don’t need to do much. At one twenty I get a call from Amelae.
Master, the hospital says we must pay at the cashier and get a receipt before treatment can begin. We have no money! What have I done to us?
Amelae, get in line. When you get to the cashier, you demand a receipt! The bill is already paid.
How that?
Are you arguing?
No, Master. I do it.
Logging back into the hospital, I find her mother’s account and the new posted charge. There is plenty of money in the reserve account I have sent up and move just enough over to zero out the balance before logging out.
Fifteen minutes later Amelae is calling again. Master, I swear, I never doubt you again. I do what you say. The Cashier get angry with me, but I demand she check. She do and she screams. How that? I tell her she is foolish and to give me the receipt. She do and all is good now. I tell my mother that I am protected by divine powers and she is not to question it. She say, OK. She agree.
What did God ever do for her? What did I do? In her eyes I am more powerful than the God she prayed to. I am! I am for the simple reason that the real me is not a fairy tale. She needs me to be a fairy tale to make it work in her brain. Being human just isn’t going to work for her. She needs the divine.
Amelae, when you are done, take your mother home, gather all your things and return to me here. You have no life outside of me. Do you understand?
Yes, Master. Completely.