Soul
Copyright © 2016, 2018-2020 by VeryWellAged
Author's note: This chapter is NOT a stand-alone...The story starts here.
What's puzzling you is the nature of my game.
I really don’t like McDonalds. I didn’t care for it in the States and it is the same here. Exactly the same. Depressingly the same. Still, that is where I am going to meet Mirafe.
There is a tax lien on the family farm and they are about to lose it. It was a big lien until about noon today. Now the lien is six hundred and sixty-six pesos. Of course Mirafe and her family do not know this, not yet anyway. And, of course, if all my work goes sideways, the old lien amount will reappear.
Mirafe is seventeen. I think I see her when she enters McDonalds and I am right, as she makes a beeline for my table. She has that silly piece of paper in her hand, even though Amelae warned her that I know the scam.
She walks up, stiffly and a bit unsure of herself, the paper gripped tightly in her left hand. She hands it to me. It reads, Po, I am mute, unable to speak, but I can hear you when you speak. I have a serious problem. You look kind. Maybe you can assist?
Sit down, Mirafe.
She looks at me, stunned and writes down, How you know my name?
Child, you are not mute. I already know this. You have really come to solicit funds from me for your church. You are praying that if you are a good Christian who does God’s work, by some miracle, your family will not lose your farm. Stop panicking, girl. I am not going to bite. Have I said anything that is not correct?
How you know this?
I know many things. I know you told your friend Amelae that your father owns the farm. But that is not true. Your uncles own the farm. Your father was supposed to pay the taxes as he is using the land. He hasn’t and now your uncles will lose the land, but you haven’t told them yet.
You are not Filipino so you cannot take the land from us!
I am not here to take your land.
Why you tell me this?
Tell, me Mirafe, how much is your soul worth?
Why you ask a crazy question?
Do you want to save the farm, or are you going to argue with me?
My soul is in God’s hands.
No, Mirafe, your soul at this moment is in your hands. You get to decide what happens to your soul.
I don’t believe you.
Do you know how much money is owed on the farm?
Yes! I not tell you!
It is twenty-nine thousand eight hundred and forty-six pesos as of today eleven this morning.
How you know this.
Mirafe, you are going to sell me your soul for that amount, or I will make sure that the farm is lost and your favorite Pastor, Rodgie, is arrested for solicitation of murder. Here is six-hundred and sixty-six pesos. With exactly this money the lien will be paid in full if you go right now to pay off the lien. Once you do that and the lien is satisfied, your soul will be mine and you must return to me by eight tonight. If you do not, your family will lose the farm and the Pastor will go to jail.
How I know this?
Ask your friend Amelae if I was not the one to send your two other Pastors to jail. Now go, or you will be too late to pay the fee. Go!
I can see the girl trying to text Amelae as she leaves the restaurant. Some of what I have told her was guess work, but I do know her father’s name and I can see on the recorded deed that he is not the owner of record. By comparing names, it was pretty clear that the owners are related and probably brothers of her father. The investment is trivial, around $15.
My phone is ringing. It was Amelae.
Master, may I tell Mirafe how you make things miraculously happen for me?
Yes. You may.
Thank you, Master. Master, you scare her.
I know.
This is what you think is right. I not argue. I will be back by six tonight, Master.
Good. And I end the call.
The Quarter Pounder with Cheese is still sitting in front of me, uneaten. I leave it and return home.
I am home by three-thirty. There is plenty of time to do some work on the next girl Amelae had mentioned. This one will be a far more complicated thing to resolve. I am just finishing up at five-twenty when my phone shows a text.
How you do this?
I am pretty sure it is Mirafe.
You know how. Amelae told you.
It not possible.
Are you refusing me? I told you what will happen.
How you do that, it is already paid!
No. Only six hundred and sixty-six was paid. If you are not here by eight, another sixty-six thousand and six hundred will show as unpaid on the land. It is your choice.
I am about to end the call when Mirafe says,
You do one more miracle and I believe.
I am not interested in negotiating.
You say you will destroy Pastor Rodgie. Do that first. If that happen, I accept that you own my soul.
Be here by eight Mirafe.
And I do end the call. However, before six PM, just before Amelae walks in, I log into Rodgie’s cellphone via an iBot that isn’t supposed to exist and send a text to a PNP officer offering cash to kill the big kahuna at Rodgie’s church.
All is peaceful and quiet as Amelae removes her clothing and approaches me. I need you inside me Master.
You need to shower first, but Mirafe may be here by eight, so that will have to wait. Clean up and eat. There is lechon manok and pinakbet on the table.
Will you eat, Master?
Yes, we will both eat. Now go.
Amelae is no longer questioning. She has accepted the new reality, though she needs some gaps filled in.
Master, why we told to pray to Jesus?
His Lazy and Majestic Asshole needed to get the Romans and Greeks and, and and…to buy into his new who-hah. He had too many belief systems and like I say, he’s a lazy ass. So he creates a ‘son-of-God’ because those folks believed that Gods have sex with humans. Just like your Pastors tells you to trick the people you solicit, His Laziness is also scamming humans. He has reduced the number of scams he is running by creating a religion that many can accept.
Then why there is Muslim people?
Interesting story, that one. People like to fight each other and each major group wants to be different in some way. People from the Middle East were fighting with Europeans and they decided that they needed their own religion. Well, His Laziness first tried to kill it off, as it made his life more difficult, but he failed. The original stuff this Mohamed came up with, gave us all too many souls, all at once. There was too much killing. So the boys got together to get this Mohamed to modify a bunch of his crap. The second half of his teachings are peaceful. It leveled out the killings. Lately, version #1 is back on and it’s making both sides unhappy. Clearly not nearly as bad as the world wars, but it is worse than a Rwanda. Far worse that a Srebrenica. We like a normal steady flow. Neither side needs a deluge. OK that was a long answer to a short question… the short answer is we can alter human history, but we don’t make it. You do.
Master, is this magical rice?
What?
It is so good and soft. It tastes better.
Ah, no child. It’s just that you normally eat the cheap NFA rice for twenty-eight pesos a kilo. This is the good stuff which sells for forty-four pesos a kilo. It is what your corrupt Pastors eat. It is what the corrupt politicians eat, and the corrupt judges.
So this is not magical?
No, I am not a magical person. I am an agent, not a god. I have no magical powers.
Then how you…
There is a commotion outside. I get up and look out. It is a little after seven and already dark. But I can see Mirafe screaming to a guard at the gate to be allowed in. I open the front door and call out. The guard allows the girl to pass.
He is in jail! How you do that? Who are you? Why you want my soul?
Shut up! … For a mute you sure do make a lot of noise! … Right now I am not interested in answering your questions. I am only interested in you answering mine. So say nothing until I ask and only answer what has been asked of you. … For now, come in and sit at the table. There is food to eat. Do that and no speaking.
As the girl enters, she sees Amelae sitting at the table eating and quite naked. She is about to say something but Amelae signals her to keep quiet as she addresses her colleague. Friend come sit here. There is good food on this table. Even the rice is special. Do not worry. Come and just eat now. Mirafe is surely not at ease, but she does sit and accepts a plate. The first bites of the chicken and rice are tentative at best. But fear of the food, at least, abates and the girl takes a goodly portion.
The rest of the meal is completed in silence. As we finish the meal, I go to a side board and pour myself a brandy of good quality. It is dark and full bodied with a flavor of sweet prunes. Returning to the table, I sit, enjoy a few sips of the brandy by the half light of the indirect lamps in the room.
Mirafe, this has been a confusing day for you. You have seen your farm saved and in that way, saved your father. You have heard that your Pastor has been jailed. You have been given an ultimatum. You are to sell your soul or the farm will slip from your grip just as quickly as it has been saved. There are no other options and there is no possibility of a negotiation. It is a choice you need to make. Have you decided?
May I ask questions?
You may ask three questions. No more.
Why are you doing this?
I am collecting souls. Next?
Who are you?
An agent for the collection of souls.
What will happen to me if I sell my soul?
You will become mine, as Amelae is mine.
This is not fair! I didn’t learn anything! Am I going to hell?
I am not going to answer, but Amelae, speaks without permission. I will chastise her later for this. Friend, there is no heaven and there is no hell. I learn there is a soul, but it not contain life. When that is gone, it is truly gone.
Amelae, who is he?
I not know. I only know he is powerful and do what your God not do to help people. He help you, true?
Yes. But he make Pastor arrested.
Yes, he is powerful and not to be challenged. Accept him and give him your soul. There is good in him.
Why are you naked?
It is required. Give him your soul or leave. Do not make him angry.
You sure we not burn in hell?
How that? You sure Jesus save you? Why you believe that? Because someone who also not know tell you? Jesus not help my mother, he do. Jesus not save your farm, he do. Choose now.
What if I chose wrong?
What if you chose the other way and live your life wrong and there nothing there? What then? It is only faith, di ba1? Faith in Jesus who do nothing for you or faith in him who do help you. Choose.
What if I choose to sell my soul and then ask Jesus to accept me back?
Your family will suffer greatly. You cannot withdraw without the evil falling on you.
So my soul for life to protect my family?
Yes, friend. That is the arrangement. It is a better arrangement than you received from the church.
But my soul?
Friend Mirafe, this hard to explain. Your soul not what you think. It OK.
You sure?
How can anyone be sure?
But the Bible say it true.
Who say the Bible true? How they prove it? It all hope, di ba? What it do for you? What this one do for you?
How he know about my Titos2? I never tell you.
What about your Titos?
Huh, you not know?
Know what?
He know!
Yes, I tell you. This one is real. Give him your soul.
Sige, sige.3
Master, she agree.
Take her into your room and prepare her.
Yes, Master.
The two disappear for a bit. The food is cleared.
It is evening and dark outside.
The warm fragrant oil is set next to the tall table holding the foam pad and the red damask cloth. I get the sound system ready and the remote close by. I light a cone of incense on the other side of the room. A small fan is near it. When the music is turned on, the fan will start gently blowing the incense aroma towards the table. I have a remote dimmer for the indirect lighting. They are the only lights that are on. As the music starts, I will slowly dim the lights until they are off before dropping the slacks and entering the girl. Amelae will see nothing as I will stand her on the other side of the table from me.
I need to make this more dramatic than I did for Amelae. This one needs more pomp and circumstance.
I am ready long before Amelae brings Mirafe out of the bedroom. Both girls are naked. Both are easy on the eyes.
I bring out a contract. I pierce her index finger and the blood drips into a small shallow dish. The nib pen lays next to it. I dip the nib into her blood and tell her to sign the contract whereby she sells me her soul.
With a trembling hand she picks the pen up and writes her name in her own blood. I take the pen from her hand and put it down by the dish. I pick up the contract, nod and announce, Mirafe, now and forever, you are mine. And the contract flashes into oblivion.
Amelae places Mirafe on the table. I place Amelae where I want her, and whisper in her ear that I want her to rub Mirafe’s temples. I put the cloth over Mirafe’s face and dim the lights as the remote for the music is also keyed. I have the volume for the music louder than the last time. The room throbs with the chants and the music. The incense is noticeable.
The room is pitch black, the sound intense. I drop my slacks. There are no undergarments to remove. I anoint the girl with the warmed oil and make sure it runs over her exposed cunt. Once again my truncheon is oiled. I run it into the girl, whose legs I hold up and out.
The girls cries out. I pull back and ram in again. She moans, almost sobs. Placing her legs up on my chest, I keep them in position with one arm, using the other to grab and pinch a nipple while ramming her again. That elicits a groan. Ramming in yet again, while continuing to maul her nipple, finds her humping her hips up and urging me onward. My free hand moves down and I pinch her clit as I fuck her hard. She screams and trashes under me, letting loose a river of female fluids. With my free hand I grab Amelae’s hands, one at a time, moving them down to Mirafe’s nipples. Amelae knows what to do.
My hand returns to the girl’s clit. She is moaning, sobbing, cumming, and talking in tongues, as I plow on. When I sense she really can’t take much more, I give her my cum. Standing back, I redress, before removing the cloth from her head, lowering the music and raising the lights.
Mirafe, your soul now belongs to me. Before, if you had refused to sell your soul, only your family would have been injured. Now, if you leave, you will suffer greatly. However, as you are mine, I will take care of you for the rest of your life. It is done. From now on you will be without clothing when in this house. You will address me as Master.
Amelae, take her to the room the two of you will henceforth share. Do not allow her to cleanse her female parts, but you may clean her torso. Come to me in the morning and not before. Go!
Both leave me. I reset the room, and pour myself another brandy before retiring for the night.
It has been an interesting day and I think I will collect one more girl for now. Once I have them, the games will begin!
1 - Ok? or 'Is it not?'
2 - Uncles. Tito = Uncle.
3 - When said in a double, it is understood as OK I will continue or OK, I will go on with it. It is an acceptance, even if grudgingly so.