Soul
Copyright © 2016, 2018-2020 by VeryWellAged
Author's note: This chapter is NOT a stand-alone...The story starts here.
Hope you guess my name.
Master?
Good morning, Amelae.
Master, do you sleep like humans do?
Why do you ask?
I was up at five this morning and I saw you were walking around.
I am just someone who doesn’t need much sleep. That’s all. Many of us as we get older don’t sleep as much.
I see. Master, Mirafe and me talk last night. She is confused. Will you explain to her about the contest and the flood? I try to explain essence, but maybe I get it wrong.
No, you told her correctly. She is just having a hard time unlearning what she has been taught.
How you know what I say?
I smile, kiss her check and whisper, She told you, ‘How can this be, Amelae? The Bible says we will burn in hell!’ and you told her, ‘Master says the Bible is just a book of propaganda.’ The Master tells the truth.’
Oh Master, truly I am sorry for doubting your ability to know all and see all. Yes, I know better now. I am sorry!
I smile again. It’s amazing what a miniature microphone can pick up in an otherwise quiet room. It is alright Amelae, I do not know everything. I am not that powerful.
Master, I know you are. I see it, feel it, and now I hear it. Master, I do all for you. Truly. Master, Mirafe is frightened to leave the bedroom. I tell her that you will take her again many times. She say she afraid she will give birth to the devil. Master, I know you not really a devil. That is just more propaganda, but she is afraid.
Tell the girl that refusing to come out will make me unhappy. If I was the devil, would it be smart to make me angry? If I am not the devil, why be scared? There is no reason to stay in the room either way.
Master, you are very smart! OK, I tell her this.
The table is set once again with all varieties of fruit and fresh buko juice. I am enjoying a passion fruit, and a senorita banana, along with a mug of baraco coffee, when the two girls appear. Mirafe is trying to cover herself with her arms. Stop being stupid, Mirafe. You are mine. All of you is mine. Put your arms down and come eat.
Amelae comes to me and honors1 me, before taking a plate. Mirafe sees this and decides to copy it. I did not ask for it, but see no harm in it. Amelae is eating to exuberance. Mirafe takes notice of this and digs in. I hear her whisper to Amelae, Is there something important happening here later? Amelae giggles and answers in a more normal tone. This seems to be just the way things are here. It was the same yesterday morning.
When all are done eating, it is time to send Amelae off to visit her mother. There is another visit to the hospital and I need some alone time with Mirafe. I tell Amelae to return by six. Mirafe asks Amelae what is happening.
This is what Master does for my mother! I take her to the hospital. We have no money to pay the bill but when I get to the cashier the money is already paid. Master makes miracles. Truly!
Mirafe looks at me. She has a strange expression on her face. Master? Amelae say the money just appears. How can that be?
No, Mirafe, she did not say that. She said that she is told to pay a bill but when she gets to the counter, she finds the bill has already been paid. Money does not appear out of the air. Amelae is nodding.
Mirafe looks from me to Amelae and back to me. Master, will this happen again today?
I expect it will.
Are we going anywhere today?
No, Mirafe, you and I will stay here all day.
But the money will be paid?
Yes. The money will be paid.
How this happen?
It is one of the benefits of selling your soul. Now, Amelae, off you go! Text me when you get to the hospital, and get the appointment. I like to make sure all is OK. If not I need to know it, so that I can help you.
Yes, Master. As soon as they give us the appointment I will text you.
Good, now go!
A giggle and the girl is gone. Once Amelae is clearly on her way, I turn to Mirafe. Go wash yourself completely. Make sure all of you is completely clean. If anything needs shaving, shave it. When you are done, come out here to me.
Will you take me like last night?
No, this time it will be different. Go.
And go she does.
The food is removed and the table, foam, cloth, and oil are present. The music and incense are ready. Also ready but not currently visible are the nipple and clit clamps.
When Mirafe returns all is waiting. She sees all, turning to me. Master, I do not wish to become pregnant.
Child, what you wish is no longer of any importance. It is time you learn that. You are a vessel, which I will use, as I need it used. You signed that contract and you will forever be bound to it. Now up on the table.
If this girl didn’t in her heart fear magical or divine powers, she would have been out the door before you could blink twice. But she genuinely believes though she desperately does not want to believe. In the church, she had wanted to believe in spite of the absence of any tangible evidence that it really mattered. Now it is the opposite. She doesn’t want to believe but there is too much evidence for her to ignore. Life’s a bitch, ain’t it?
She gets up on the table. I tie a blindfold across her eyes and tell her to lie back. The music starts, the aroma of the incense arrives, and I drop my slacks. The warm oil anoints her breasts, abdomen and cunt. I lift and separate her legs. My tool gathers some oil, and I plunge in.
Once again holding her legs in place with one arm, my free hand grabs the clamps and one by one as I continue to pound her cunt, I attach the clamps. Cries pierce the air as I assault her body with both pleasure and pain mixed in a manner that bleeds together and makes them indistinguishable.
Her orgasms follow with my cum adding do her soupy mix. It is over. The clamps are removed and hidden from sight. I redress and remove Mirafe’s blindfold.
You are to return to your room. You are to wipe yourself off but not wash any of me from inside you. Do not fail me in this, or there will be punishment. You are to lie on your bed and rest or sleep until I call for you. Your body needs time to absorb my seed. Now go!
The table and items are put right. I sit down with a book for three hours before returning to the dining area. The dining table is spread with fragrant rice, bihon, lumpia, and roast tuna belly. There is an ice bucket filled with Coke, Sprite, and Royal.
Entering the bedroom where Mirafe is lying, and evidently sleeping, I call her name and tell her to come and eat.
Five minutes later she emerges from the bedroom after apparently washing her face. She looks at the table and in a moment of confusion asks, Who else coming?
No one. This is for us.
How? Why? Surely we will not eat a small bit of it!
What we do not eat will be given to those who have little to eat. Do not worry. It will not be wasted. Now eat.
Following lunch I show her where there is a TV and she admits she likes to watch Showtime. I tell her I understand and leave her to it. Fifteen minutes later I am at a computer when Amelae’s text arrives. I log into the hospital computer and move more money between the accounts.
I set up the low table, and the blindfold.
I return to Mirafe who is still watching Showtime. We get a call from Amelae. I put it on speakerphone. Her mother has just now been handed the bill. Amelae will go to the cashier. Mirafe asks, Did Master give you the money?
No silly. It will just be there, wait, I am about to see the cashier now… listen! I will put this on my speaker phone. Be quiet!
We hear the Cashier asking for the money. Amelae tells her it is already paid. The cashier calls Amelae stupid. Amelae tells the cashier that she will need to apologize in a second. There is silence, a gasp, and then a How?
Do I get the apology now, Madam?
Yes, yes, sorry, sorry. It true. It paid. It can’t be but it be true. OK, OK, here is your receipt.
And then the speaker phone seems to be turned off before Amelae’s voice returns. Master, I not understand how this happens, but I know this real and nothing else I ever been told is real. When I pray now, Master, I pray to you.
Amelae, I am just keeping my side of the sale of your soul. There is no need to pray to me.
Maybe no, Master, but I do it. It not cause harm! See you at six! And she ends the call.
Mirafe looks at me with eyes filled with both wonder and confusion. How you do it?
Come with me.
I bring her to the low table and instruct her to mount it. Once again she is blindfolded. I put the clamps on her. They are very tight. I put oil on the spear and commence the intrusion.
She is grunting, gasping and pushing her cunt into me as I push into her. There may be pain but this is most assuredly consensual. She is calling out, Yes, Master, yes! I am, oh yes, oh, good, oh, Master! Oh! Shiiiiit! Oh fuuuuccckkk! Ohhhh!
We go at it until it appears she is giving out. I hammer her hard once again and leave my cum behind.
Once again, same rules, Mirafe. You may wipe down, but you leave my seed inside you. Rest for two hours.
I suspect Mirafe will be OK now. We will see. If I can pull off the next one, I don’t see any reason why she will be a problem. But the next one is not easy.
It’s a confusing mess and I am not buying into the girl’s story. I think it is pure horseshit. However that may play into my needs better. I have been spending time breaking into the text message logs for a number of individuals. There have been more than a few false turns and a significant amount of wasted time. But I have found what I am looking for. My initial hunch appears to be right. But I will play it straight as far as the girl thinks and lay the trap for others. It will be a valuable lesson for the new girl and it should cement Mirafe to me in the bargain.
I will start on this third one tomorrow morning. At three-thirty I awaken Mirafe and sit on the bed with her.
Master, you said, I could ask questions.
Yes, you may.
Who are you?
I told you, I am an agent whose job it is to collect souls.
What is your name?
Master.
Really?
That is the only name you are to use for me, with the exception of when we are in public. Then you will call me Ninong.
What will happen to my soul when I die?
Your essence will travel to he who owns your soul.
Is that Hell?
Amelae told you that there is no such place. She was telling you the truth. There is no Hell and there is no Heaven. Your Jesus was an actor and your Bible is fiction. None of it is real. There is no God. There is no Devil. There are beings that are not human. But they do not keep you alive and they do not kill. Humans do that to themselves. These beings can affect things on earth, but life is not one of them. It is not allowed.
So when I am dead, there is nothing?
There is the essence. That is the soul.
But I am not alive anymore?
When I burn incense, what do you smell?
The aroma?
The essence of the incense. It is what is within the incense and is only released when the incense itself is burned off. And so it is with humans. As humans die, their essence is released. That is what you have sold. That, which controls you in life, gets your essence at time of death. But to get that essence, we must not kill you ourselves. If we do, we forfeit the soul we sought.
That is why I am now bound to you?
Yes.
This is confusing. Will there be more of us?
Yes.
Will you love me?
That is not possible. But I will care for you and I am not sure that you are able to perceive the difference between love and real caring.
Why me, why Amelae?
Because both of you really, truly, and deeply believed that hogwash and would until you died. If I didn’t take you, there was no way we would have gotten you. Many other people say they believe but in their deepest regions, they have doubts. We can work with that. There was no way to do that with you two.
Are there people who believe in God that you cannot reach?
Sure. Like I told Amelae, many Nuns really do believe in a way that cannot be shaken without making them so mentally unstable that they become catatonic. We stay away from them. The side that you think of as God has folks they stay away from as well. One of those are the Catholic Priests. They are a fucked up bunch. Typically we don’t have to reach out as they come to us anyway. Of course, they think they are going to the Devil. They aren’t, but no harm is done.
Is Amelae’s Nanay going to get better?
No, she is dying. We can help her prolong her life a bit. We can ease her pain. But her body is failing and she will die.
Does Amelae know this?
Yes. We all need to accept death as inevitable. However, we don’t have to be cruel about it. The other side disagrees and doesn’t seem to care. Oh they say they do, and sometimes they make a show of it to attract more followers. We don’t do that. We just take care of those who come our way as Amelae and you did.
Why do you let God say the things he says about you?
The other side has created their own nightmare because of that. Humans are just not in their nature as the other side’s “God” image demands. Most folk fail and so we end up doing better because of the ‘bad publicity.’ We are for the real, average human, failings and all.
But you are not treating me like an average person. Why?
You and Amelae and one or more others will be acolytes. You are to be part of my team. You are special.
Is that good, or should I be scared?
Good question. I hope you see it as a good thing.
What will we be doing?
You will be doing what we always do, we pull the blinds up, turn up the lights, and help folks see the world without the painted fake landscapes.
I don’t think I should like you.
But?
I do. But, it is giving me a little bit of a headache.
OK, rest somemore until Amelae returns.
Master, if you get me pregnant, will it be a God?
No, it will be as human as you are. Your child will live and die as do all humans.
Are you sure, do you have other children.
Yes and yes.
Where are they?
They are grown and gone.
How many are there?
Enough and not too many.
Do you love your children?
I miss them when they leave. It makes a hole in my world.
I think I am happy to hear that. But you didn’t love their mothers?
I cared for them completely and deeply.
But not love?
Mirafe, what do you know of love? You loved a God who did not exist. You love a father who failed to protect his family because he drank the money away. You think I didn’t know that? Did “God” love you back? Did your father love you enough to protect you from his weaknesses? Tell me, what is more important, loving or caring for and being responsible?
So you will care for me and our children?
Yes.
What am I to you?
What is a Nun?
A bride to Jesus?
How many Nuns are there?
Oh! There must be thousands.
Are they jealous of one another?
No.
So what do you think you are to me?
Oh. OH! … OK now I will sleep.
I pull her into my arms and settle in with her. We sleep.
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