Soul

Author's note: This chapter is NOT a stand-alone...The story starts here.

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 is 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, send 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 to whom the message was sent, but I don’t know. All I can tell is that the person is a priest. I do not know who the sent the message, though Aina was in his head. 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 in 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!

Chapter 22