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I Accidentally created a Cult

I moved forward, embracing her. "I love you, Bethany. I'll always forgive you. But this needs to stop. Please. I'm too weak to resist you, you need to help me. Especially when I'm frazzled."

She leaned against me, nodding.

I turned toward her sister. "I love you as well, Lilith, but I think you should leave us now. I'd like to get ready."

I could see the conflict in her eyes, and her desire to challenge me. I knew it would hurt her for me to choose her sister to help me, and send her away. That was good. We needed to establish some priorities here, and I'd been letting her get away with murder for far too long.

Bethany fawned on me, and I finished in the bathroom and got dressed. Entering the main part of the house, I was greeted by Cindy and Andrea.

"Breakfast?" I offered.

Andrea shook her head, and Cindy glanced at the clock. "I'd love to, Joshua, but we've already overstayed our welcome. I want to follow your rules." She looked back at the clock and saw it was nearly ten o'clock. "Maybe next time."

She stepped forward and gave me a big hug and a warm kiss. Andrea's was a little more controlled, but not by a whole lot.

Breakfast was a quiet affair, not the joyful meeting it usually was. Lilith was acting sullen, and Bethany was walking around on egg shells. I was content, with plans and goals, and a full stomach.

I paid Lilith little attention, devoting most of my time to Bethany who slowly became less subdued. At the end of the meal, I pushed away from the table. "Many things to do. I'll be out most of the day, and again tomorrow. Don't hold lunch for me." I spoke directly to Lilith for the first time since the shower. "Shouldn't you be at school?"

She turned bright red. "The first lecture isn't that important."

I was quiet, staring at her intently. "Your sister works hard so that you can better yourself, and have the opportunities she never had. I would expect you to be diligent and responsible, taking advantage of this gift. How am I supposed to accept your guidance, if you won't do the right thing in your own life?"

Admittedly, that was harsh. The girl had excellent grades, her studies usually came first, and I couldn't remember her missing more than a couple of classes in the time I'd known her. But I was determined to take control of the situation.

She turned bright red, opening her mouth, and then closing it abruptly. I was amazed at her restraint since she rarely showed any. "I was just about to leave."

I nodded. "I believe Mario left your vehicle beside the garage. I think you'll find it runs much better."

That was a two-pronged attack. One, highlighting the efforts I put out for her and Bethany, and two, implying that she was not to take the Stingray, which she seemed to derive a great amount of pleasure from driving.

It was not a happy camper that left my house that day.

* * *

My projects were advancing, and with added pressure, I had commitments to finish several that week. My robes were complete, along with several additions I'd commissioned after talks with Bruce from the Illusion Warehouse, and with Dave from Top Dog Security. My custom electronics which I had placed so much hope in was demoed for me, and I was more than pleased. I was promised delivery of the final product within a week. Ronny, my source for illicit substances had acquired most of my needs and had a line on two of the more unusual and hard to find purchases. I offered him a substantial bonus to get it done. Ronny responded especially well to financial encouragement.

Negotiations with Min were completed for my most complex project. She would be visiting the house after midnight on Tuesday, and I would finalize my needs, and arrange for her access and delivery. The price she was charging me was exorbitant, and I was starting to wonder if I'd have to dip into my trust balance at the rate I was going. I believe it would be worth the cost.

I was offered no relief the beginning of the week, and I didn't seek out any. I kept my runs under control, and only Bethany was allowed to bathe me. I kept waiting for Lilith to snap, and when she was still being somewhat behaved by Wednesday morning, I started to wonder if I had read her right.

Over lunch, rung in by our kitchen chimes, Bethany broached the subject tentatively.

"Are you still mad at Lilith? You know she didn't mean anything bad."

I sighed, leaning back in my chair. "I'm not mad, but I am disappointed. She's always pushing things, bending the rules, testing me. I don't need that, Bethany. I'm under a lot of stress. You help, and I deeply appreciate it. All too often, she is more a hindrance than a help."

"You know she means well, Joshua."

"Do I? Or is she taking advantage of the situation and my feelings for you? Does she still have problems with 'authority figures' and is that why she's always undermining me?"

Lilith's eyes opened wide, and I saw her lip trembling. "I don't believe that, Joshua. I can't. She makes mistakes. She's young, immature, and had a difficult time growing up. I hope you can understand that. She was changing, I could see it. I swear she means well. She loves you, Joshua, she wouldn't purposefully hurt you. Please, try to understand."

"I've tried. I'm no Job. My patience is not limitless. She does things you're not aware of. She says she's the Conscience, so I have to obey. I don't believe her demands are spiritually inspired. They are the machinations of a manipulative brat, and I won't have it. Not if it interferes with my work, or tries to drive wedges between you and me."

I could see she was shocked by my final statement. "She wouldn't do that. She ... she love us, you and me both."

"She insisted that she be allowed to do anything that I do with you, my companion, my koinônos. She said either she got to do it, or you had to stop. She invoked her rights as the Conscience."

Bethany was quiet, and the tears started to roll down her cheeks. "She's my sister, Joshua. More than that. She's my responsibility. We're all each other have. Please understand. She ... she's strong-willed, rebellious, and sometimes bratty. But she's good underneath. You bring that out in her more than any man ever has. Please, Joshua. For me?"

We had not resumed our intimacy and had lost much of our affectionate mannerisms, in the aftermath of the shower. I stood, pulled her to her feet, and enveloped her in my arms, holding her firmly. She broke down in a full-fledge crying jag which broke my heart. I lifted her in my arms and carried her to her bedroom. I laid her down on the bed, lying beside her, holding her until she calmed. I kissed her softly, brushing away her tears, caressing her.

Suddenly she was all over me, kissing me passionately, her hand entering my robe, reaching for me cock which was stone. "Joshua," she panted, rubbing against me.

I gently pushed her hand away from between my legs. "No, Bethany."

"Please? I know you must need it."

I did, but that wasn't the issue. "My love, I need you more than you can possibly imagine, but not this. Not now. Not yet."

"Just my hand. No lusting. I promise," she said, her hand twisting away from mine, seeking out my cock once again.

"No, Bethany. I need to be able to trust you on this. Help me, don't fight me."

She slowed down, sighing, her hand reaching around my waist as she cuddled in close. "I understand. For now."

We stayed together, holding each other, kissing, and a good bit of fondling, but that was it. Damn, I wanted her and was tempted to throw all my plans out the window. Instead, I stood firm and eventually peeled her arms off of me. "I need to work, and I imagine you probably have to get ready for work."

She nodded, gave me one last long kiss, then we both went off to our own purposes.

I had the house to myself for a couple of hours, most spent on the phone working my projects until I heard Lilith's arrival. She hadn't been home twenty minutes before she was standing in my doorway.

"Joshua, can we talk?"

I pushed the papers away, turning the chair to face her, giving her my undivided attention. "Always, Lilith. Now?"

She nodded. "In the living room?"

"Of course."

I noticed she'd set out a bottle of wine, my current favorite, and two glasses, half full. I noticed the bottle was mostly empty, and I had a strong suspicion she'd started without me.

She sat down, and I couldn't help notice she'd dressed down after school. Lilith was wearing an oversized t-shirt, and I'd guess not much more. She patted the couch pillow beside her. "Please?"

I sat down, interested to see where this was going.

She took my hand in hers, squeezing it tightly. "I'm sorry," she said.

"Sorry?"

She nodded. "I've had a lot of time to think about what you said. You're right. I've been pushing, testing you. It was wrong. You've been nothing but wonderful to me and Beth. Honestly, I wanted to make you happy. I really did. I thought the ... the handies and the, um ... oral would make you happy. I forgot that I was working against what you said you wanted. I thought I knew better. I'm sorry."

I'm not the world's best judge of character, but I believed her. I opened my arms, and she wasted no time climbing into my lap. I held her, kissing the top of her head. "You're forgiven, Lilith. I love you."

Then she was crying. Two crying sisters in one day. Damn it. I held her, caressing her back, kissing her softly, reassuring her. It only made her cry harder.

Before long I was on her bed, holding her, much as I had her sister a few hours earlier. She responded in much the same way, kissing me back, hugging me, her hands wandering. Unlike Bethany, she showed restraint. Her hand glided down to my cock, touching it briefly, before pulling away. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'll try to be better."

My hands weren't quite as well behaved, determining she was naked under her t-shirt, my hands caressing her delicious ass. She giggled, wiggling her hips. "You really do like my bubble but, don't you?"

"Lilith, I love everything about you. If not more my vow, I'm ashamed to think of the things I'd want to do to you."

Her hand ghosted across my cock once again, not much firmer than a breeze. "No shame, Joshua. I'm yours when you're ready. When your celibacy is no longer necessary, all you have to do is let me know. I'll make you happy, Joshua. I promise."

She sat up, peeling off her shirt, naked. She opened my robe and straddled me on the bed. Then she smiled. "I'm not teasing you now, Joshua. I'm telling you how it is. This," she waved her hands over her body, "is yours for the asking. I want you to be my first. Like I've never wanted anything else. I'll be patient, and I'll wait. I'll try to keep the teasing in check. But when you're ready, this is what you get."

She looked down to where she was sitting on my hard shaft, and moved back and forth on it, leaving a glistening trail across my skin. Then she stretched out on top of me, trembling. I held her, kissing her softly.

"Don't hurt me, Joshua. That's all I ask. Please don't hurt me."

"Never, my love. I'm looking forward to the time when we can be one."

She kissed my neck her hips moving, driving me a little crazy. "Anytime you want relief, just say so. You set the limits, and I won't bend or break them. Me or Bethany, whatever you need. I know it's not now, and I've let you down. Never again."

My hands were fondling her, touching her, feeling her soft smooth skin. She purred for me, an undulating mass of teen femininity. I stroked her back until she calmed.

"Soon, Joshua?" she asked nervously.

"I don't know. I'd like that."

Her smile was huge. Then she rolled off of me and gave me a playful swat. "Get to work unless you want me to take care of that," she said with a nod toward where my cock was standing tall. "The sooner you finish, the sooner you earn your just rewards." I got a quick hard kiss, and she was walking away, slipping her t-shirt back on. "Dinner in about an hour. Work!"

Damn it. And I thought I was getting thing back under control.

* * *

Things were going amazingly smoothly. The house was happy again, hugs and kisses were abundant. There was a low level of teasing going on, but nothing bad. I gave the appearance of working on my translation while knocking task after task off my list. Min made her late appearance and I introduced her to the secret walkway. I gave her a key to the garage entrance so she could carry out my plans. She seemed to get a kick out of the secrecy and skullduggery.

I had my electronics guys in Friday while Bethany was working, and before Lilith got home. Once they'd left, I couldn't spot the changes, and it wasn't for lack of trying.

We had guests Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Cindy was a fixture from Saturday lunch until Monday morning, only leaving to go to work with Bethany Saturday evening and returning in a great mood. I'll confess, she was one of my new targets. I felt she was susceptible, and damned attractive, even if she was a few years older than me.

Her arrival Saturday came with an apology. I told her none was necessary. We hugged it out, and I got the first of many delightful kisses that weekend. I initiated very few, and my overt affection met no resistance. None.

Sunday was blissful, with five young women in the house, a huge late lunch, open discussions about Mary and her life, answering any and all questions. Whenever it got close to what I was doing, my girls deflected them. We spent much of the time in the converted formal living room, me, perched on my throne, my girls at my side, Cindy at my feet, with an open view up my robe, and our additional guests gathered around her.

I felt a little weird, preaching about Mary Magdalene, and discussing her in the context of the Lost Gospels, and the Gospel of Mary, along with the four main ones. Oddly, it became something I enjoyed doing, spreading the word every weekend, and opening their eyes to something new.

Our rituals became a bit more formalized, our hours more fixed. The girls laid out my robes for me, and got everybody situated before I entered. I'd start with a reading that involved Mary Magdalene, to give us somewhere to start. Before long I'd be fielding questions. Whenever anything got interesting, I'd break out the original sources, and we'd hammer things out.

In the meantime, I began testing some of my new projects. A short distance burst transmitter I'd commissioned could activate devices in my presence. It had only taken a couple of hours of free time to replace the existing wall switches with the new controllable ones. I got a kick out of seeing their reaction when lights would turn on and off for me automatically when I entered an area, and for nobody else. I could hear the whispers and talk.

Another device caused a lot of commotion. I mean a lot. It wasn't that complicated, a simple remote device to light the candles in the formal living area when I entered the room. I had no idea I'd get so much mileage out of that one.

By Monday, I felt like I was ready for the next phase. I believed I had an understanding with Cindy, and the beginning of one with Tanya, another of our guests. Lilith was back to driving the Stingray while Bethany had commandeered the Hummer.

Wednesday through Friday we had workers in attendance, clearing out the additional two bedrooms in our bedroom wing. The Jack-and-Jill bathroom was walled off on one side, creating another bedroom/bathroom mini-suite, like Bethany and Lilith share. I believed it would have an occupant soon. The other room was made into my private study. It was soundproofed, filled with electronics, surveillance monitors, and household controls.

Cindy was a lunch guest twice, staying out from underfoot for the most part. I questioned her presence, and Lilith was blushing when she said that in her opinion, the eating area was not the 'living space' and it was okay to have someone join us. She also questioned what constituted a guest, arguing that Cindy was more. Hot damn, she was making my own arguments for me.

By the next weekend, I was getting a little crazy. I hadn't had sex in ages, and even the handjobs and blowjobs were gone. My own fault of course. Min had completed her project, and I was astounded by the results. A few more miracles were instituted, including my ability to know when guests arrived, and who they were while seating in the living area, surrounded by my lovelies.

"Open the gate," I asked Lilith. "I believe Tanya and Elise are about to arrive."

Not too difficult to determine with vehicle identification software, facial recognition, and a micro in-the-ear speaker, well hidden from point-blank range by my hair which was now hanging almost to my shoulders, after leaving it uncut for three months.

Nobody questioned my prescience, but I saw the looks. Everyone seemed to take the turning lights on and off in stride. The gazes I received from the more gullible - make that susceptible - were adoring and impressed. As they should be.

Yes, I'm one sneaky bastard.

* * *

Mid-week I felt everything was in place. I was ready. More than ready. Bethany would be mine. Then Cindy had to go and bollocks the whole thing up.

I was home with Bethany, supposedly working on my translation, which hadn't received a dozen hours of my time in the last three weeks. Instead, I was testing what I considered the instrument of Bethany's conversion. It worked flawlessly. I pulled my entire kit together, eagerly anticipating her 'revelation.'

Bethany received the terrified call from Cindy. It only took a minute for us to be on the road in the truck, me still wearing my robes and sandals. I made a call on the way, summoning the cavalry.

Cindy was 'involved.' Rafe was a two-time loser, abuser, and mean drunk. The call had been made from her bathroom, where Cindy was locked in while her boyfriend was trying to kick down the door. We kept her on Bethany's phone, listening to her scream at Rafe, telling him she'd called the cops, and to get out of the house.

Her place was only a couple of miles away, in an apartment complex where a few of the dancers from the Diamond Club lived. We had beaten the cavalry and took the steps to her second floor apartment two at a time.

We were almost too late. The bathroom door was broken and Rafe was standing over Cindy who was huddled in a ball, her arms over her head, squeezed in between the toilet and the bath tub. It broke my heart. More, it made me furious.

"Get away from her," I yelled.

The guy was big. I'm not small by any means, but he towered over me. He had a mad look in his bloodshot eyes, and I was hoping he wasn't hopped up on PCP or something worse.

"Who the fuck are you?" he growled, before looking over my shoulder and seeing Bethany. The smile he developed made me want to puke.

"Luke six thirty-one," I growled, moving forward.

"What?" he replied.

Bethany spoke from behind me, "Do unto others—"

I reached forward and touched the man in the chest. He fell back, collapsing into the bathtub shaking like a leaf. Ten million volts at double the normal amperage will do that to you. I tucked the end of the applicator back into its custom sleeve pocket. Bless you, Min and Dave.

Cindy was looking up at me in wonder as I held my hand out to her. She twisted and squirmed her way out of her hiding place, before leaping into my arms. I gave her a squeeze, keeping my eyes on the jerk that was still shaking.

Pulling her arms free, I guided her behind me. "Pack. Bethany will help you. I need to talk to the sinner."

The guy was moving again. Making sure my moves were covered, I gave him another touch of the custom Tazer, right in the crotch, making him scream. Then I turned the cold water on him. "Stay," I commanded. I turned to see how things were going to find Cindy watching me in awe.

"Everything will be fine. Please pack. I don't want you here any longer. You deserve better."

She nodded and turned away.

I faced the frightened man in the tub. "You screwed up today, Rafe. You went up against forces you can't understand, and which you have no hope of matching. Do you understand me?"

He was slow to nod.

"You will never talk to her, never even look at her. If you're in the same room, you leave. If I find out otherwise, your life on this earth will be the same hell you'll inhabit some day."

The cavalry, in the form of two of Dave's security minions, showed up, better late than never.

"Please ensure this cretin understands that he is never to have any dealings with the women packing. I'd like that message to be very clear. Crystal."

They simply nodded, moving past me, while I closed the remnants of the bathroom door behind me.

The girls had two suitcases full and were piling things into large green garbage bags. "Take only what you need for a few days. We'll pick up the rest this weekend," I said.

I got a good look at Cindy and flinched. She had the beginning of a black eye, a swollen cheek, and bruises on her arms. Blood was dripping from her lip. She seemed embarrassed and turned away from my gaze.

"I ... I think I'm ready. I don't know what to say, Joshua. You saved me."

I took her in my arms hugging her. "You're safe now. I promise. Nobody will hurt you again."

She clung to me for a few more seconds, before standing tall and taking a deep breath. "Let's go," she said.

She was a brave little thing. I took a garbage bag in each hand, and led the way downstairs, tossing everything in the bed of the truck. "Wait here," I instructed them, before going back for the rest.

I checked in on the guys in the bathroom. One of the three didn't look very good. "Has he gotten the message?"

"Yes, sir. Would you like us to run him in?"

Gazing at the broken man, I shook my head. "Mine is a merciful God." I stepped forward and applied the toe of my sandals to the man's ribs, making him groan. "Do you understand what will happen if you don't heed my warning?"

He nodded slowly.

"Excellent. Be out of here by tomorrow. Lock up behind you. Don't fuck around, and don't mess with her stuff. Never cross the threshold again. We are done with you," I said.

My associates helped me with the remaining bags. I tipped them a hundred each, and would work out what I owed with their boss. They were pleasant, courteous, and I figure they had done an excellent job, even if they were a bit tardy.

It looked like my plans had just changed.

* * *

On the way home we stopped by the Diamond. I won't say Mario and I were friends, but we were acquaintances, and by now, of course, he knew of my relationship with Bethany. I had the women wait in the car.

The bouncers allowed me in without a hitch, and I looked for Mario. Not seeing him, I approached Maria. She looked at me curiously.

"Mario around?" I asked.

She shrugged. "Why?"

"Courtesy call. Cindy's live-in did a number on her. I have her out in the truck. I don't think she'll be up to dancing for a few days, and Bethany will be helping her tonight, but should be back tomorrow."

Maria's look of indifference turned to concern. "Is it bad?"

"Not too bad. We got there before things could get uglier. Black eye, busted mouth, lots of bruises. She'll heal. He'll take a little longer."

I guess she had some kind of hidden call button. Mario appeared beside me. "Problem?" he asked, addressing Maria. She only nodded toward me.

"Joshua," he said, his voice inflectionless.

"Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I wanted to give you as much of a heads up as possible. Maybe you can find someone to cover," I said.

"Cover? Who? Bethany?"

"Cindy, mostly, for a couple of days until she's better." I went on to explain the situation, providing a little more detail.

Mario turned red in the face, and I was getting a little concerned. "That lousy, mother-fucker. I told her the bastard was no good. I told her, didn't I, Maria?"

Maria nodded. "You did. We all did. You know how some of these girls are. It's love," she said with a sneer, rolling her eyes.

Mario grabbed the walkie-talkie off his belt. "Cindy's guy, that loser Rafe, he's persona-non-grata. I don't want to smell him within a hundred yards of this place. If he shows up here, there's fifty bucks in it for anyone who reminds him why we don't let assholes beat up our girls. Put the word out."

I took out my wallet and peeled off my last Benjamin, placing it on the bar.

Mario grinned at me, returning to the walkie-talkie. "Make it a hundred. I don't like the fucker, and I want he should learn a lesson."

Then he turned and shook my hand. "I appreciate the notice. Take care of her, alright? She's one of the good ones. Been with me for seven years. That's an eternity in this business."

"I'll do my best, sir. You're right. She is one of the good ones."

I'm not sure Mario and I would ever be friends, but I like to believe we understood each other a little better after that meeting. I was predisposed not to like strip club managers, having heard some nasty rumors. I don't believe Mario was that kind of guy. Bethany had nothing bad to say about him, and it appeared he did care for his girls, at least some of them. I could work with that.

Back in the truck, I explained to the girls that they had the night off, and that Cindy could take the next few off.

"I can't afford to," she argued. "A little makeup and I'll be as good as new."

"Cindy, do you trust me?" I asked.

She answered quickly. "Totally, Joshua."

"I don't want you working until at least Monday. We'll discuss the details when we get home. Money won't be an issue. Am I understood?"

She was wedged in the front between me and Bethany. She leaned her head on my shoulder, placing her hand on my thigh. "Yes, Joshua," she said softly.

"Would you like me to take you to the hospital?" I asked.

"No," she said, shaking her head slightly. "Please just take me home."

Back at the house, Lilith was waiting for us. She ran out to the truck, Hercules on her heels. "What happened?" she yelled before we could even stop.

Bethany explained while I started unloading. By the second trip, the girls were contributing, following me into the newly emptied bedroom beside the girls.

Bethany stopped in the doorway, before turning toward me. "You ... you just finished this room yesterday. Did you know ...?"

I dumped the bags on the twin bed. "There are some things you know, some things you're told, and some things that just feel important. I didn't know what would happen to Cindy."

Lilith was standing beside her sister. "You were told, weren't you? God told you. That's why you made this room ready, even though we have eight open ones upstairs."

Cindy was watching us, appearing confused. I shrugged. "Let's just say that I was encouraged, and leave it at that."

I reached for my wallet, which for once was almost empty. Except for a new little surprise I'd worked out with Bruce at the Illusionist Warehouse. I pulled out stack of ones, displaying the empty wallet. I sighed, counted them out, and folded them over. I looked to the skies for a moment, leaving the women quiet.

"Bethany, take her out tomorrow and get whatever she needs. We'll get the rest of her stuff out of the apartment over the weekend." I did the move, flipping the bills over, and counted out several hundred dollar bills. Thank you, Gregory Wilson.

I heard their gasp as I separated three of the hundreds, handing them to Bethany. "Let me know if you need more."

I turned toward the astonished Cindy, hugging her. "You're ours now. We'll take care of you. You're safe and loved."

Cindy finally broke down, clinging to me and sobbing. I saw that Lilith had snatched the money from her sister, and was examining it. Sorry, kiddo, that part was clean, and she wasn't getting a peek in my wallet.

"How long is your lease for?" I asked.

"Three m-m-more months," she sobbed.

I nodded at Lilith. "Take care of that, please. I want it closed out this weekend. Same for utilities." I loosened my grip on Cindy, tilting her head up, her swollen face reminding me of her misery. "Your car?"

"In the parking lot. You don't think he'll take it, do you?" she asked.

"No, but if he does, we'll get it back. Don't worry about that. Don't worry about anything, not now."

She nodded, then surprised me by grabbing my head and kissing me fiercely. I went along, until she eased up, then backed away slightly. "Thank you," I said, grinning. "Now why don't you get settled in? I, unfortunately, have work to do. We'll talk later."

Again, to Bethany, I said, "Get her keys to the place and get her a gate controller. Take care of her; she's had a rough day."

I hoped that nobody saw the erection I was sporting. Then again, that had been common enough lately. Besides, I had plans for that.

* * *

By the end of the weekend, you'd have thought Cindy had been a resident forever. She was still feeling very grateful and made sure I knew it, often. She was barely dressed half the time, and it was rubbing off on the other two. I'm pretty sure I was hard about 10 hours a day, if not more.

Cindy was taken care of, her belongings retrieved, her car in the shop getting the once over and any maintenance and repairs completed. Rafe was a ghost, at least according to Mario. And a visit to the bank had my finances in order again.

Wednesday was Bethany's next night off, and it was Cindy's second day back. Today was the day. Lilith went to bed earlier than her sister weeknights. Once she was gone, I retired for a few preparations before calling Bethany over. She was dressed in her late night wear which was ideal.

I had her sit next to me on the couch, and offered her some wine. I let her drink what I'd prepared, talking inanities, letting it start to take effect.

She was pleasantly buzzed, and I could see she was ready. I pulled her close, kissing her softly.

"Bethany, my love, I've got a message for you," I said.

She smiled. "Okay. Tell me."

I shook my head. "It's not that kind of message. As a matter of fact, it's not really from me." I took my time, then looked up to the sky.

She caught on pretty quickly. "For me? He has a message for me?"

I nodded. "He's been trying to get it to you, but you're blocking. You're not open to Him. Not yet."

She pouted. "I ... I don't mean to be," she said.

"I know. He knows. That's why He asked me to deliver it to you, personally."

Bethany was trembling, staring into my eyes, her excitement palpable. "Don't be mean, Joshua! Just tell me!"

I sighed, holding her hands. "I wish I could. I don't even know the message. I'm just the delivery mechanism. The message is in me, trying to get out. It's difficult."

I drew her close, lifting her, seating her in my lap. I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tightly. "Hold me. Feel it. Listen for it. It's there."

We were quiet for a while, letting her relax. It was time.

I held Bethany close. "Can you hear it?"

She gazed at me with those huge milk chocolate eyes. "He's speaking to you now?"

"Speaking doesn't adequately describe it. It's a total experience. My entire body is resonating with His message. It's hard to believe you can't feel it."

"What's He saying?" she asked hesitantly.

"If you can't hear it, perhaps it's not meant to be." I pulled away, unwrapping her arms, and leaned back in the couch.

The poor girl was almost in tears. She got up and stood before me, head bowed in sorrow.

I almost felt guilty. Almost.

I guess you know what happened next. I kind of spilled that at the beginning of the story. As you can see, I'm not really the fiend that scene makes me out to be. Not that I'm an innocent either.

It was two hours later that I was in her bed, pumping between her legs, the clinically pure MDMA setting her on fire, the odor free balm leaving her skin tingling, the message from my 'special' ring beating into her brain. She screamed her pleasure for me once again, collapsing upon me. I peeked over to see Lilith watching, unable to tear her eyes away.

When I'd sated myself with beautiful Bethany, Lilith and I talked briefly, setting the stage for her epiphany. I was in no hurry to get to her. I was absolutely convinced that Bethany would be receiving many more messages from me. My enforced celibacy was stripped from me, by God himself, no less. All for her.

I was still luxuriating in the afterglow when I heard Cindy's arrival. I got up and put on my robe, before seeking her out. She looked exhausted.

"Long night?" I asked.

She shrugged. "The usual. Not too bad."

I took her by the hand and had her sit down. "Relax. I'll be just a minute." I returned with a bottle of wine and poured her a glass. She took a sip, while I removed her shoes, and massaged her feet. She sighed, sinking back into the couch, her little skirt moving far enough up to give me a tantalizing view. Not enough to bring life to the monster, not after Bethany.

"How's the car performing?" I asked.

"Oh my G—," she blushed. "G-g-goodness. It's amazing! It drives like new. Thank you so much." She smiled at me over her glass. "It seems I'm always saying thank you lately. You must get tired of hearing it."

I grinned back. "I do. So stop. No need to thank me. Your presence here is thanks enough."

She pouted. "That's silly. My presence? You've got Bethany and Lilith. They're younger, prettier, and absolutely devoted to you."

"Your beauty is internal, Cindy. It shines from you like a beacon. I love to bask in its light. Having you here is wonderful. I mean that with all my heart."

Here foot was being mischievous, rubbing between my legs. "I wish there was some way I could show you how much you mean to me, Joshua. Something."

"A smile is more than enough."

She gave me a big one, her foot getting more daring. Then I saw a confused look on her face. "There's something different about you," she said. Then she sat up abruptly. "Oh my God! You did it, didn't you? You and Bethany! You're not even hard, and you're always hard!"

I'm sure I blushed. "It's complicated."

She was grinning, walking over to me on her knees until she was clinging to me. "Spill, buster. I know you did it. I want details." Then she was laughing, stretching out in my lap, looking up at me with joy in her yes. "You're not celibate anymore!"

"It ... it wasn't my fault. She had difficulty receiving His message, until, well ..."

Her eyes opened wide in surprise. "He had a message for her? Just for her?"

I nodded.

"And you too, you had to do it, for her to ... understand?"

I nodded again.

"Do you think he has a message for me?" she asked hopefully.

"Perhaps, but I haven't been told."

She was staring at me, then she reached for the front of her outfit. It was a skintight dress that didn't reach much past her crotch. Electric blue, with a big chrome zipper down the front. Definitely stripper-wear. I watched her hand slowly draw the zipper down, until her dress opened completely, leaving her exposed to my view. She was braless, wearing a thong, and her body was stunning. "You don't mind?" she asked, with a teasing lilt to her voice.

I placed my hand on her stomach, rubbing her softly. She grinned when she grabbed my wrist and pulled it up to her breast. Damn, she had nice tits.

"You and Bethany, you're not exclusive, are you? I'm not going to poach girlfriend's territory."

"I'm not sure what we are," I admitted. "I'm still not sure about my celibacy. This wasn't something I chose to do."

She pouted. "Seems like the message is clear enough. He wanted you to do it. That's why He arranged things the way He did. You don't need to be celibate, Joshua. We can take care of you, and still leave you plenty of time for your work."

"I'm lost, Cindy. Confused. I don't know what's happening to me. It's too much, too fast."

She nodded, then sat up, peeling off her dress, and straddling my waist. Her tits were right in front of my face. "I understand, Joshua. There's no rush. But I need you to understand that I'm going to fuck your brains out soon. As soon as you're ready. I've wanted to from the first time I met you, and it's just getting worse and worse. Can you smell me? I want you so bad. So you need to get your head on straight, and when you're ready, give me a sign."

She reached down between my legs and smiled. "Dang, I guess Bethany didn't quite finish you after all."

I think I was as surprised as her. She yanked my robe open, scooting back enough to see where I was hard. I was naked underneath the robe, and the result of her actions was obvious.

She kissed me softly. "I'm gonna blow you now, Joshua. I hope you don't mind."

When I didn't say know, she slid off the couch onto her knees and took me in her mouth. The woman was an oral artist, and despite Bethany's earlier efforts, I only lasted about ten minutes. Ten of the most delightful minutes of blowjob that I'd ever received.

We didn't talk, until I let her know I was close. That didn't slow her down a bit. When I was done, she smiled up at me. "Think of that as a down payment. I owe you big time. When I'm done with you, you're going to love me just as much as those sisters. I've spent a long time looking for you, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let you get away."

"Language, Cindy," I reminded her.

She gave my cock a long slow lick. "I'll be darned if I'll let you get away." Her smile was huge. "This is friggin' great!"

Cindy stood up and rubbed her breasts against my face. "Get you head on straight, lover. And once you do, understand, my bed is yours. Anytime."

As I watched her walk away, her slutty dress hanging from one hand, a spring in her step, I shook my head. Now that certainly wasn't according to plan.

Returning to my bedroom, I set the alarm for one hour away. I was going to be tired the next day, but I figured it would be worth it.

It was after three in the morning when I closed the door to the secret passageway, having completed my mission. Now we'd find out if Min's efforts passed the test. If so, I imagine the morning would be a surprising one.

* * *

Apparently I missed the bulk of the excitement when I was out on my run. For once, there was nobody waiting for me when I finished. I walked into the house, and could hear the excited jabbering from the sisters' room.

I stood in the doorway, sweaty and breathing hard. I could see the girls were gathered in front of Bethany's closet. "What's going on?" I asked.

Bethany spun around, holding a white dress in the air. "This!" she squealed.

"What? I've always liked your blue dress. It looks great on you."

All three of the girls looked at me like I was insane, which made sense. "My blue dress?"

I nodded, stepping past her to pull another white dress out of the closet. All of them were white. "Now your black one is my favorite," I said.

"Black?" Lilith said.

"Uh-huh. What's the problem?"

It had taken Min and her minions almost three weeks to make copies of all of Bethany's clothing in all white. I thought it had come out pretty good. It had taken me several days and lots of Internet shopping to replace the rest of her clothing. Shorts, blouses, socks, panties, the works. The girl had an all-white wardrobe. The after-effect of her epiphany.

I know what you're thinking. I'm not evil, just a little mischievous.

"What color is this?" Cindy snapped, holding up a different outfit. It took me a second to figure out the design.

"Gray, black and white. Not one of my favorites."

Bethany pulled out another. "This?"

"Naughty cow-girl. Maybe my favorite working outfit."

Lilith was the first to break. "It's white, Joshua. All white. Every outfit is white!"

I frowned, pulling another one out of the close. "Seriously? Fire-engine red!" I said, waving the dress.

Bethany looked really confused. "No, baby. That was red. Now it's white, like all the rest of them. You ... you don't think He did this, do you?"

"Well, I know I didn't! I can't even see what you're talking about." Okay, a little lie, but it wasn't said out of meanness.

They all started talking again, and I turned away grinning. Keep them on their toes. I was halfway to the shower when Lilith fell in step beside me. "You really can't tell they're all white?"

"No. I mean they look a little faded, but I figured that was the light in the room. Definitely not white."

Lilith followed me into the bathroom and started to undress, as I turned on the shower.

"Lilith..."

"Oh, fuck you, Joshua. If you can screw my sister's brains out, and turn her wardrobe inside out doing it, you can damn sure shower with me and let me give you a handjob."

It was hard to argue with that.

Back in my bedroom, Bethany was seated on my bed, wearing only panties. I was beginning to regret the delightful handjob that her sister had given me minutes earlier.

Bethany looked upset. "Joshua, can we talk?"

I sat down beside her, naked. "Of course. Always. Whatever you want."

She nodded, then dropped her head and hugged my chest. "I'm scared."

"Scared? Why?"

Lilith gave us a tender look, then quietly left us alone. I saw her and Cindy talking down the hall.

"I don't know what He wants from me. Obviously, things are changed. I've changed. Everything's changed. What am I gonna do now?"

I gave her a hug, then drew her down to the bed, holding her. "You live your life the best you can, and you keep on keepin' on, my love. I'll be here for you, and so will your sisters."

She nodded slowly, kissing my chest. "You really do love me, don't you?"

I held her close, nuzzling her hair. "You know I do. You're now my companion in every way."

"I'm sorry I made you break your vow," she said.

"I'm not. I think it needed to happen. Cindy and I talked about it last night. It's not like He gave me much choice, is it?"

She giggled, shaking her head. "Who would have thought that God was a match-maker?"

I kissed her lightly. "Are you unhappy?"

She shook her head again. "No. Just confused." Then she rolled over on top of me, smiling. "Best sex of my life. No doubt about that. Geez, that was intense!"

"Do you remember your message?" I asked.

"Like I could ever forget it? It's still ringing in my head. Love. That's my meaning, my purpose. Pure love." She kissed me, softly. "Can we do it again, Joshua? Without all the craziness? Just pure love?"

I wanted to. "I, uh, your sister, in the shower ..."

She glared at me for a second, then chuckled. "I guess the barn door is open now. You're not celibate. You need to be gentle with her, okay? She's never been with a man. What we did last night? That would kill her."

"I'm not even sure we're going to—"

"You are too! You have to!"

"Bethany, you're my companion. You needed to hear your message. It's not the same with Lilith."

"Don't tell me you don't think she's pretty, that she doesn't turn you on," Bethany insisted.

"She's beautiful, so much like you, with different coloring. I love her, of course. But you're my companion."

She pouted. "Joshua! I never thought you were selfish. That girl loves you. You've been teasing her for months. You have to, you just have to!"

"We'll see. I ... I think there'll be more messages."

Bethany looked surprised, then gave me a huge smile. "For Lilith?"

I nodded. "I think so."

"Cindy too?"

I was slower to shrug. "I don't know. I don't get the same feeling. Maybe it's too early. But I ... I feel like there's a message for Lilith. Like yours but different. Her own message."

"Do you think you'll have to - you know - with her, for her to get it?"

"I don't know, Bethany. This is all as much a mystery to me as it is to you. I didn't expect last night."

She grew quiet. "You liked it, didn't you, Joshua? It wasn't just me, was it?"

I couldn't help but chuckle. "Best night of my life. You were amazing."

"Well, it's only gonna get better. Now you need to love me. I'm not some one-night stand."

Her hand had brought me to life, and it wasn't going to be hard to deliver. I knew that without all the extras it couldn't be as intense as the night before, but I had no doubt it would be good.

I was wrong. It was so much better than good. It was incredible.

She used her mouth to get me hard, and the way she looked up at me, sucking, doing her best to pleasure me, was amazing. This time, I got to return the pleasure and found that our dear Bethany was extremely sensitive. I gave her two delicious orgasms before mounting her.

Her eyes drilled into mine, as my cock entered her. She gave the softest moan of pleasure as I sank into her. "I love you, Joshua," she whispered. "I'll always love you."

I kissed her, breathing her breath, as I started pumping into her, feeling her motions, her hips rocking with me, her warm depths surrounding me. I gazed on her beautiful face, before looking down her tight young body. It was mine, totally and without reservation.

"I've wanted to do this for so long," I told her.

She gave me a tender smile. "I know, honey. Now you'll never have to wait again. This body is yours. All of me. Whatever you want. I'll be everything you need, Joshua. Everything."

We didn't talk much more. We didn't change positions. I made slow love to her from on top and watched as she slowly reached her plateaus, coming for me, pleading for more.

Lilith's handjob may have been a blessing. I had a lot of staying power, and got her off three times the last one so intense it caught me, and I was coming with her. I was still breathing hard, staring into her beautiful face, when I saw the tears start.

"What's wrong, Angel Love?" I whispered.

"I was afraid. Afraid it wouldn't be as good. I'm such a fool. I should have known," she said, reaching up to caress my face.

"Happy?" I teased.

"Delirious. Thank you, Joshua."

* * *

Bethany looked great in white. Her skin was tanned, and it contrasted beautifully. I was worried she'd go out and get some new, colorful outfits. She'd always liked bright colors, but she didn't. She didn't fight it at all. She wore white at all times, even to her work.

It was a few days later, that Cindy was wheedling me. "Come on, Joshua. You need to come down and see. It's amazing!"

She had the night off, and Bethany was working. After half-an-hour of nagging, I finally gave in.

I guess I was on Mario's good side, or maybe it was Cindy's presence. I paid no cover, and Maria delivered a drink personally. When I pulled out my wallet she shook her head. "No charge for you, Joshua. Mario's orders."

I still tipped her a ten, and let Cindy take me down stage. She had been talking to the DJ, and she whispered in my ear as we sat. "After Darla. You're not going to believe this."

Darla was good. She always was. She knew how to get to the crowd, and when she did her duo with Raven, sometimes I thought the crowd would go insane. Tonight was no different, and she had most of the crowd whipped into a frenzy when she walked off the stage.

I rarely sat at the tables. The bar was my home. The girls, for the most part, knew to leave me alone. I hadn't been in to watch in over a month, but even the new girls left me alone. I figured it was Cindy's presence.

"And now, what you've all been waiting for, our very own Angel Love!"

The lights dimmed, and a cloud of smoke covered the stage. The applause was outrageous. As it quieted, the music died down to nothing before starting up again.

It was the first time I'd heard classical music in a strip bar. I'd heard the song, but I didn't know the name. It started quiet, slowly building.

Bethany came out in all white, a conservative, almost innocent spring dress, stepping slowly across the stage, eyes downward, plucking the petals off of a daisy. A spotlight hit her, and she glanced upward, shading her eyes, turning away. Another appeared and it looked like she attempted to dodge it. She brushed against the pole, and it looked like she was stuck on it somehow. She tugged, nervously then frantically, finally pulling away, leaving her dress behind, staggering away in a white corset.

The crowd went nuts.

She was blushing, looking out into the audience, a nervous smile twisting her innocent pink painted lips. She stepped into a spotlight, freezing, before moving forward shakily, covering her body with her hands.

She was the epitome of innocence and beauty, fragility and naivete. And the audience was eating it up. Then a new song started.

"There'll be no strings to bind your hands,

Not if my love can't bind your heart..."

That's when she saw me. She stumbled, looking around anxiously, then stood upright. She smiled for me. And I knew it was only for me. And she started to dance.

Her body moved, undulating, twisting oh-so-slowly. Her arms reached out to me, beckoning, pleading.

" ... I see no need to take me home

I'm old enough to face the dawn ..."

She had been mostly in shadow, slowly moving forward into a powerful spotlight that lit her up. I could see now that there were silver threads in her outfit that glittered as she moved. She looked spectacular.

My angel danced for me, her body swaying, her corset flying away as she spun around like a ballerina. She took a turn around the stage, giving everyone a little show, before returning to me. Her movements slowed, almost stopping, just a gentle sway to her body. She stared at me, her hand reaching behind her, opening her bra, before catching it, still covering her breasts. The shouts from the audience quieted in anticipation, before she turned her head away, apparently blushing, releasing the bra and exposing herself to me.

I'd expected shouts from the audience, but it was quiet. Her head slowly turned, drifting across the crowd, as she spun around, apparently searching, until after what seemed like an eternity she turned back to me, a huge smile covering her face.

She looked so beautiful, so unsullied. The last thing you expected to see in this place. She was pure as light, pure as love itself.

Her arms opened wide, reaching for me, the joy on her face rapturous, before turning to shock. She jerked backwards, struggling against some unknown force, fighting forward, despairing. I saw tears on her face as she continued her struggle, fighting so hard but continuously losing ground. Her final surrender was piteous, her head lowered, her body shaking, as she was pinned to the center pole.

" ... Just call me angel of the morning, angel

Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby..."

A gasp rose out of the crowd as the spotlight hit her. Her body jerked upward and started to rise. Slowly, agonizingly she came off the ground, the spotlight apparently dragging her upward, until she gracefully accepted it. With a final reaching out toward me, she looked upward, extending her arms. She rose faster, then everything went dark, and she was gone.

The audience exploded into the silence.

"That's our Angel Love. Let her know we want her back, and maybe heaven will release her to us for a little while longer. Give it up for Angel Love."

Money was being tossed on stage, and a couple of the girls were scurrying around, picking it up. That was unexpected. The girls were very protective of their tips.

It was a couple of minutes later that Bethany appeared among the crowd. She was still dressed in white, back to her corset look. She may have been the most covered girl working there, but it didn't take away from her sensuality. I watched as she played the crowd, stopping by the tables, thanking the guys, teasing a little, bestowing brief kisses on cheeks, running her fingers through their hair.

"What did I tell you?" Cindy said. "Pretty amazing, huh?"

"When did all this happen?"

"The day after you and her. She walked in to Mario and told him what she wanted. She was adamant and very specific. He fought her for a while, but finally gave in, when she said she'd pay for the stage changes. They split if fifty-fifty."

I looked over at her, as difficult as it was to tear my eyes off Bethany. "And you know this because ..."

Cindy smiled. "I might have been there, encouraging her. She didn't pay a dime, by the way. Mario's no idiot. He's got a headliner. She's something else."

That's when a gorgeous angel appeared from behind my chair and plopped in my lap. "You should have told me you were coming," she pouted.

"Angel Love?"

She blushed. "The name was your idea. You like?"

"You were amazing."

She grinned from ear to ear. "You know the best part? No more pandering. No more lap dances. No VIP rooms. None. They're happy for me to just sit and talk with them, and they tip better than ever."

I finally noticed that we were in a spotlight. She glanced up, pouting. "That's the worst part. Mario has the dang light following me around all the time. Makes me sweat like a pig."

I couldn't help but laugh. "You're glowing, my love. Not sweating."

"Alright, I glow like a stuck pig. Every half-hour I have to go in back and sponge bathe." She planted a kiss on me and stood up. "Time to pay the bills," she sighed.

"You don't have any bills," I reminded her.

She laughed, twirling away from me. "That's 'cause I'm an Angel!"

"You've created a monster," Cindy teased. "Come on, let's get out of here, or Mario's going to try to put me to work."

We got a princess wave from Bethany as we left. No glares from Maria either.

* * *

I think I'm pretty patient. My celibacy was over, big time, and although Bethany and I still kept separate beds, we were sharing one at least a couple of times every day. And it was still amazing.

Not that my other plans had fallen completely to the wayside. Min was back to work, finishing our previous project, and starting on a new one, for Cindy of course. My pocket full of miracles was fleshing out nicely, thank you very much, and my collection of illicit substances was all but complete. Even the house and property was close to where I wanted it to be.

It was close to two weeks from when Bethany received her message, that I was spiking her sister's dinner drink. Our two dancers were working, and Lilith and I had the house to ourselves. It seemed like time.

After dinner, I lured her over to the couch, with a final glass of wine. "Lilith—"

She sat up eagerly. "Is it my turn? Do you have a message for me?"

"I do."

She laughed jumping up and pulling me by the hand toward the bedroom. "I can't believe it's really happening," she squealed.

I almost laughed with her, tugging on her hand to slow her down. "Relax, beautiful. The message is difficult. Very difficult for me, alright? Please be patient, and work with me on this. We're not going to jump in bed and start screwing."

"I know, Joshua. Beth told me all about it. I'm just ... I don't know ... it's more than excited, I need to know. What's my message?"

Five minutes later we were naked in bed, and she was lying on top of me, our bodies connecting as much as possible. "It's there?" she whispered. "The message for me? You can hear it?"

"Not exactly hear it, you understand. It's hard to explain, but yes, it's here, and it's for you."

We settled down, our lips pressed together, quiet, unmoving, our breath shared, my hands caressing her back, up to her head. "Let it in," I whispered.

"I'm trying, Joshua," she said.

"Relax, concentrate. Block out everything."

"I can feel it, all over me, everywhere we're touching. It's warm, I can feel it."

"Excellent, now hush, beautiful, and open up."

I set the ring on two, and held her head, gazing into her eyes. "Accept it," I said.

I pressed it to her temple, and it was like I'd shocked her. Her eyes burst open, staring into mine. "I ... I heard it!"

"What? What is it?"

She pouted. "I couldn't tell, but I heard something. I swear I did. I'm not imagining things."

"Kiss me, my Lilith. Kiss me, and open yourself. Accept."

She was wriggling slightly, and I had little doubt the balm and MDMA were starting to take effect. She whimpered into my mouth, as I upped the setting to four.

"So close," she whispered. "It's there, just out of reach."

"Relax, my love. Let it in."

At six, she was squirming uncontrollably. "Why can't I understand it," she whined. "It's there, so close." She reached down between us. "Can I, Joshua, please?"

"Alright, I'm letting go now. I'm going under. Trust me and accept your message."

I held her head firmly, my lips pressed to hers, as her body slowly, agonizingly accepted me. She whimpered a little as I made it about half way before stalling. She was breathing hard while I maintained the appearance of absence.

"More, Joshua," she whispered, "just a little more."

She was hunching at me, her hips pushing down, accepting more and more of my cock. It was close. I didn't expect the response I'd gotten from Bethany, but I was hoping for the best. All it took was a little movement from my thumb and the ring was maxed out. She was trembling when I pressed it against her temple.

Her response was more than I could have hoped for. She squealed into my mouth, her body bucking as she drove down on my cock, taking the whole thing. She was shaking like a leaf before she tore her lips away from mine.

"FAITH!" she screamed.

My hands settled down to her bottom, holding her, driving into her. "Faith," I confirmed.

She moaned, settling down onto me, holding me. "He loves me, Joshua. He gave me a message, a purpose."

I kissed her, slowly plumbing her depths while she clung to me. I saw a change appear on her face, a smile slowly growing. She turned her head to look at me. "So this is sex, huh?"

I nodded.

"I like it. A lot. I thought it would hurt."

"I like it too."

She giggled. "I bet you do. Make love to me, Joshua."

I rolled her over underneath me, and turned the ring off, not wanting to take any chances. We kissed and made love. It was pretty wonderful. Not as good as her sister, but amazing on its own. It was my Lilith, a broken child, a virgin, surrendering to me completely.

We were quiet, and I figure after a while she was riding the MDMA, as she started to come for me. We took our time, played around a bit, and she got me up twice more after the first one. I introduced her to a variety of positions, and she turned out to be remarkably orgasmic for a virgin. Unlike anything I'd ever experienced, and trust me, I'd experienced more than my share.

She was very clingy afterward, repeating her word fervently. We were in the shower, where I was worshiping her young body when the dancers arrived home.

Lilith was gone like a shot, not bothering to dress or even dry off. I was only a few seconds behind her, donning a robe.

She nearly bowled her sister over, leaping into her arms. "I'm Faith!" she squealed.

I entered the room a little sheepishly. I had, after all, deflowered my companion and girlfriend's baby sister, while she was strutting her stuff on stage.

Bethany laughed and hugged her sister back. "That's wonderful! You got your message?"

Lilith was laughing, almost dancing with joy. "Over and over again. You've been holding out on me sis, this sex stuff is pretty awesome."

I approached the two and hugged both. "I hope you're not angry. I would have preferred for you to be here, but I don't get to choose when the message comes."

Bethany gave me a big kiss which went a long way towards allaying any concerns. "No, it was better this way. She needed it."

I opened my robe and pulled Lilith inside, wrapping her naked body up against mine. Her arm went around me, and she settled in. It felt good.

Cindy leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I guess you had a good night."

"Actually, it's pretty hard on me. Painful. I'll admit the aftermath was outrageous."

Lilith giggled. "I'm outrageous."

I pulled Cindy back, and claimed a better kiss, which she slowly got into, hugging me, rubbing her scantily clad body against mine, her tongue devilish and teasing. "Mmmm, that was much better," I said.

"I'll say," Lilith added. Her hand was on my cock, stroking my resurgent hardness.

"Lily, this doesn't mean you get to hog him," Bethany said. "He's my companion."

"I know, Beth, but this is my special night. I got my message. Be happy for me."

"I am. It's amazing. I'm just worn out. Let me change and we'll pop a bottle of champagne and celebrate."

That's how ten minutes later I found myself seated on the couch, a glorious young ginger riding my cock, her sister cuddled up to us, kissing me, and encouraging us. If that wasn't enough, Cindy showed up a few minutes later, sitting on the other side of me, nibbling my neck. "A girl could get jealous," she whispered.

"Uh-uh," bouncing Lilith replied. "No ... jealousy ... allowed."

"None?" Cindy said.

"Maybe a little," Bethany said. "But we'll be happy for you when you get your message."

"Me? You think He's got a message for me?"

"I'm sure. He had us fix you a room right with us, not upstairs. You're family, Sin. I know it," Bethany insisted.

Little Lilith was still grinding away on her new plaything. "Faith," she said. "Gotta ... have ... oh, oh, Oh, OOOOH!" she squealed, coming for me so sweetly. She was trembling while I soothed her.

She finally looked up, grinning shyly, her face red. "Faith, Sister Cindy."

Cindy laughed. "Easy for you to say."

Lilith closed her eyes and started moving again. The girl was insatiable. "No, it's not. I thought he was full of shit at first. Some scam he was pulling on Beth. I ... I was still having doubts sometimes. I'm such a fool. Now I know. It's faith. Screw the doubts and have faith in my Joshua."

I'll admit, I felt a twinge of guilt. Just a smidgen. Not enough to ignore the sweet thing riding my cock. I hugged her. "Love you, Lilith."

She purred in my arms. "I know, Joshua. You love all of us. You have a huge heart. I should have trusted you more. I'll never doubt you again."

I gave her a long kiss before I let her go. "Ride me Sister Faith. I want to come in you again."

She giggled, and went to town, bouncing up and down on my cock. Insatiable, with endless energy. She was going to kill me.

It was only a few minutes later that I was holding her perfect little ass, and pumping her full, while her sister and our new roommate urged her on, clinging to me on each side. Lilith finally appeared worn out, settling down on my chest, humming happily. "Gotta have faith, you gotta have faith," she mumbled.

The bubbly was gone, and I'm pretty sure we were all exhausted. I carried my Lilith to her bed, and tucked her in, my juices still trickling down her thighs. I leaned over Bethany's bed and gave her a warm kiss goodnight.

"She's gonna be sore tomorrow. How many times did you guys do it?" she asked.

"I don't know. A lot. Since around eight o'clock."

Bethany chuckled. "Poor little girl. She's gonna learn a hard lesson. Still love me, Joshua? Am I still your companion?"

It hurt to hear her doubts. I lay down beside her. "Now and always, my love. Nothing else compares."

"Not even an adoring eighteen year-old virgin?"

I pressed my lips to her ear. "Not even close. You're my koinônos."

She turned and kissed me. "I know. I just like to hear it. Don't mind me if I get a little insecure."

"Please don't. Trust me. You are love. Don't forget that."

She smiled. "I am, aren't I? Your love."

"Always."

I was pretty damn tired when two hours later I slipped into the passageway and did another clothing exchange.

* * *

I was struggling with my alarm clock, having put it on snooze at least three times, when I heard the excited squeal. I knew what that was, and was still the last one to get to their room.

The girls, all looking as tired as I felt, were pawing through Lilith's stuff. Another amazing job by Min, a light teal was the color we'd chosen for Lilith. It was the color of a sweater she owned that looked absolutely fabulous on her. That was one piece of clothing we didn't have to remake.

In Lilith's case, we had one additional surprise. A new outfit, a designer dress that Min assured me would look incredible on our little one. It didn't take them long to find it.

Cindy snatched it out of Lilith's hands. "Oh my God! That's a Vera Wang. I saw Kate Hudson wearing one just like it!"

"Cindy, language, please," I reminded her.

"There's no label," Bethany said.

"Please! Look at the lines, the stitching. This is a three thousand dollar dress," Cindy insisted.

Lilith laughed. "I doubt He paid that much."

"Geez, who would have thought that God made knock-offs," Cindy said.

"Or ...?" I teased.

"Or? Or ... Oh! I guess that would explain everything, huh? Now we know where the bitch gets her inspiration! That is so unfair!" Cindy whined.

I could only laugh. I gave each of the girls a hug and a sour kiss. "Have fun, and wear the emerald blouse, I love how it brings out your eyes. I'm going on my run."

"There isn't any emerald blouse, doofus!" Lilith called after me.

If this were any more fun, it would be illegal.

* * *

They were wearing me out. I had to make a rule, that they only got two shots each, per day. Bethany liked to split hers up, getting her first turn while her sister was at school, and saving the second for a quiet loving interlude after she got home from work.

Lilith liked to have both back-to-back, after dinner and before she went to bed. I wasn't complaining. She was still insatiable, and when I introduced oral into our plain time, she went nuts. In a good way.

I was even considering leaving Cindy out of the equation, as much as I liked her and found her extremely sexy. I wasn't sure I could handle three women, even if I put her on a shorter schedule.

Add to that the fact that we were still having weekend visitors, and two more possibles had introduced themselves into the equation, after three consecutive visits. One was being especially forceful and had a body that just wouldn't quit. She'd get me alone every chance she could, pitching her offering. It was substantial, but sex wasn't an issue at the moment.

I was surprised when Lilith spoke up. "Not her. Not Janelle."

"You don't like her?" I asked. It seemed like they got along well.

Cindy appeared to be on Janelle's side. "She could use the help. She's had a hard time of it."

"Nope," Lilith insisted. "Tanya or Jade would be fine but not Janelle."

"Care to explain why?" I asked.

That seemed to put Lilith off balance. "I'm ... I'm not sure why, but I know she's wrong. I know it. You have to trust me on this. I'm the Conscience and I know, I absolutely know she's not right for us. Please."

It was the first time that Lilith had pushed the Conscience thing in ages. I was willing to go along on that basis alone. Bethany quickly agreed. Cindy folded good-naturedly.

It wasn't a week later that Janelle and her long-time boyfriend were caught robbing a home. I felt bad for her and wondered if we'd taken her in if she could have avoided the trouble. Lilith set me straight. "She's a con, Joshua. You're just too honest to see it. She would have robbed us or worse."

The honest bit was a little hurtful, but I decided that I'd listen to Lilith in the future when she got her hunches.

Which made the next major event all the more improbable.

* * *

I was seriously pondering adding Cindy to the fold. Min had already started on the outfits, and I was waffling between Hope and Joy for her message. Bethany had been asking if I'd even gotten a hint of a message, and Cindy was hinting she wanted to be included. Like crawling into my bed naked, hinting.

All that got put on a back-burner when a mystery guest appeared at the door on a Sunday afternoon, with everyone home and three guests visiting.

I should have known something funny was going on when Hercules didn't bark. That and the fact that we hadn't gotten a buzz from the gate.

For some reason, I answered the door myself, which was rare. I opened the door to find an absolutely stunning blonde standing there. She was a vision. The mythical Texas beauty, tall, lean, born to wear the jeans she was parading, nice breasts presenting plenty of cleavage in her pearl buttoned blouse. She had the big blonde hair and a straw cowboy hat on, clearly good quality. She also had the bluest eyes I'd ever seen and a huge smile.

She stepped past the two suitcases bracketing her and gave me a huge hug. "I'm so glad to finally meet you, Joshua. Get my bags?" She had that west Texas drawl going, which I confess a weakness for.

She walked into the place like she owned it, reaching down and patting Hercules on the head like they were old friends. I was trying to figure out where I knew her from. I didn't recognize her, and I should, but she seemed to know me. "Introduce me, Joshua. I'm Kate."

I was still confused but took her in to meet everyone, her bags in each hand. I don't remember the last time I felt so out of control of a situation. Kate walked around hugging and kissing everyone. She explained she was from Ft. Worth and worked at Baby Dolls, a pretty well know strip club. She certainly seemed to have the look.

Once she'd met everybody, she turned toward me. "Upstairs, second room on the right," she said, heading for the stairwell.

I was so confused. But she did look damn good walking up the stairs in front of me. I followed her to the second of the 'nice' rooms, and she pointed to the floor when I started to put the bags on the bed.

When I turned around, her blouse was off, and she was sitting on the bed, working on her boots. "A little help, sugar? These things are killing me. It's a dang three mile walk from the bus station."

She extended her leg, and of course, I helped her remove her boots. I had barely stood them up before she was working on her jeans. I imagined that was going to be a job. They looked painted on. "Don't just stand there, honey. Get those duds off."

"Listen, Kate, I don't—"

She laughed, walked over and gave me a quick kiss. "I know, sugar. It's gonna be all good, I promise." She was wiggling out of her Jeans which were halfway down her thighs. "You've got a message for me. You just don't know it yet. Time's a wasting, honey."

I felt like I was in a daze, undressing. Her body was dream fodder. She pulled the covers on the bed down, then knelt before me as I was folding my pants. I still had my socks on when she starting sucking my cock.

She wasn't the best, but it was mind-blowing. A complete stranger, walking in, taking over, stripping me down and sucking me. The fact that she was drop-dead gorgeous helped a lot. After a couple of minutes when I was as hard as I was going to get, she dragged me over to the bed and had my lie down on my back. When she mounted me, I entered her easily. She was soaking wet. She gave me a big toothy smile. "I'm been waiting for this way too long, Joshua. And you won't need that silly ring for me."

I was stunned that she knew about the ring. Stunned enough to let her ride me like a wild woman to her first screaming orgasm. "JOY!" she screamed, loud enough to wake the drunks down at the Sunoco.

She calmed down after that, moving slower. "Mmmm, I thought so. Thank you, Joshua."

"Joy?"

"Yep. I'm Joy. I figured that or Grace. It's good to get out of the way."

She leaned over, rocking back and forth, feeling incredible, her big, bodacious tits waving in front of my face. I could swear she was purring.

"Kate, uh, Joy?"

"Yes, Joshua?"

"What the hell is going on here?"

She gave me another toothy smile. "Word's out, Sugar. You're the real thing though I'm not sure you even know that yet. Charity will be flying in from Vegas soon as she can, and Trust, at least I think it'll be Trust, will be arriving from New York soon."

I was, if anything, more confused. "Kate?"

"Hush, honey. Momma wants another one. That last one was incredible. We're going to have so much fun." She started moving more aggressively, going so far as to lift my hand and put it on her ass. "Do me, Joshua, make it great. I've been a good girl, I swear. I've earned it."

I'm not sure I was much more than the right cock at the right place and time, but it was only a few minutes later that she was screaming for me again. She climbed off of me, getting on her hands and knees, waving her ass at me. "Come and get it, sugar. This one's for you."

It was a hard offer to resist. Too hard for me. The woman was a fabulous doggy fuck. She got another nice orgasm only moments before I blew my load. She stretched out, smiling at me, opening her arms. Hell, the woman had given me a good time, I was too much a gentleman to deny her.

She cuddled up to me. "Your little friend down there? She's gonna be Grace. You won't need the ring no more, alright?"

"How do you know this stuff, Kate?"

She chuckled, cuddling in closer. "Someone talks to me. Like they talk to you. You're not alone, you know."

How the hell do I tell her that nobody talks to me?

She kissed my chest. "He does, you know. Talk to you. This ain't no accident. It just ain't what you're thinkin'. You need to go with the flow now. You've started the ball rolling. It's been a long time coming. Thank Mary I was almost right next door."

She lifted her head and peeked around my shoulder. "Don't just stand around, sisters. Come on in. No secrets among us."

I shouldn't have been surprised to find Bethany, Lilith, and Cindy walking into the room. Kate sat up, one arm still dr*ped across my hips. "I'm Joy. And I gotta admit, I've been dying to meet you, Sister Love. None of this would have happened without you." She stood up and wrapped Bethany up in a huge hug, and before long I could see her shaking. She was crying, which seemed so out of character for the big brash woman she portrayed. Then she opened her arm to Lilith. "Come here baby sis. We all need a little Faith."

Still confused. What the heck had happened to all my plans?

Kate stole quick kisses from the sisters, then turned and hugged Cindy. "He's got a message for you. I'd give him a little recovery time if I were you, to get the most out of it. Welcome to the sisterhood."

"Me? You're sure?" Cindy asked.

"One hundred percent. I guess I should get presentable, we have guests after all."

She lifted her suitcase and placed it beside me. Opening it up, I saw nothing but a field of cobalt blue. Kate squealed, lifting up a dress, and holding it to her skin. She gave me a quick kiss. "Perfect." The strangest thing was the clothing she'd dropped, her jeans, blouse, even her bra and panties were the same blue.

She caught me looking at them in wonder. "You know, she's kind of pissed at you for this little gimmick. That's a lot of extra work. Personally, I think it's amazing."

Alright, beyond confused, stunned would be a more fitting description.

She dragged me to my feet and gave me another big kiss. "Go clean up a little. Cindy deserves your best. And I get Thursdays," she turned and looked over at Bethany, actually blushing. "I mean if that's okay with the Companion."

Alright, Bethany looked as bewildered as me.

Kate started pulling on a new set of bright blue panties. "I know I suck at explaining things. I told Joshua that Charity and Trust will do a lot better job of it when they arrive. We're not here to step on toes, but we need to get the inner circle up and running before they start streaming in."

"Who's streaming in?" Lilith asked.

"The disciples of Mary, who else? We've got a whole lot to do before then. Trust me. Have a little faith." She gave me a wink.

Around then is when I probably would have shit my pants if I'd been wearing them. "You do need to trust her Joshua. I've got big plans for you." Strange enough comment if it hadn't been inside my head. By a woman, in a language I'd never heard but somehow understood. Followed by a laugh that sent a shiver down my back.

"Never fight the women, son, nothing good comes of it," a male voice added, and I'm pretty sure that's when I passed out. At least, that's how Bethany tells it.

Damn. I guess the joke's on me.