Chapter 2: 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 wala 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 in 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 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 was that Amelae’s mom wwill 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 downstairs 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, to demand the receipt as 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 that 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.
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Chapter 3: 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 was using the land. He didn’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 on 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 than 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 then 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!
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 was using the land. He didn’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 on 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 than 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 then 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!
Re: English Novel - Soul by very well aged
Chapter 4: 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 our 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 her 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 blind fold.
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 blind fold.
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 someone 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.
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 our 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 her 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 blind fold.
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 blind fold.
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 someone 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.