Chapter 22
Black Sabbath
When I am talking about Black Sabbath; I am not talking about the rock band called Black Sabbath with Ozzy Osborne. I am talking about attending a Satanic church service. Stringham had come back right before dinner was about to be served. He looked frustrated the second he walked in the door carrying two boxes.
The moment he saw us his face changed to sure confidence stating we had nothing to worry about. Yet there is something in the way he carried himself that we should be concerned about. Dad noticed as I did, but didn't say anything until he sat down at the table. Shawn and Arthur weren't present, more so for the Rockwater's sake, either way, it was far better to have them locked up than having them sitting at the table causing mischief.
I had other things in mind, listening to the girl's chatter on who was going to be the lucky one to spend the rest of the night with me before we all go to bed. Considering the cabin wasn't big enough for us all to have separate rooms, even with the other cabins it was still quite the challenge not to have cots and sleeping bags sprawled out in all the living rooms or to have multiple bed partners. I am not saying I don't mind the extra company in my bed, because I like the extra benefits.
Dinner was quieter than usual mostly, after hearing about regarding the robes being our only clothing, meaning they didn't like us wearing anything underneath them. The question was why, and Stringham didn't have an answer other than the fact that robes come in two colors.
Black with red stripes and pure white, telling us when they ask us to wear those is when we are participating in a ceremony of some kind. He didn't go into detail because all he had was rumors and not actual facts. Because he hasn't been able to get inside the church to witness a ceremony. Other than becoming a member, or a true believer, stating they prefer families with money, not a single individual like him and Dave, Dave was refused membership because he was single and past the age of nineteen and hadn't reached his twenty-fifth birthday.
Stringham wasn't considered because he was no longer married and had no close family and his being sixty-seven made him eligible for something called the right of passage ceremony. I gathered it could lead to his death unless they still found him useful and the same went for Jared and me. Considering we are taking on the role of sick beyond help or elderly. That the only cure would be to let us be reborn through their God Mormo.
They are looking for perfect people; people that are gullible to join their church where any crime is only a sin of the world or governed by the laws of man. Let's not forget the rich, where money can buy your way in too high positions.
How far you are willing to go to find true spiritual enlightenment? Using drugs, raping, and murdering, power, and greed are acceptable and preferred to joining this church. I question how many churches are out there those that say do 10 hells Mary's or pay this amount to the church and your sin is forgiven no matter what it is?
Even the LDS church has some type of forgiveness plan and tithing contribution. True some of it goes to the poor of the church, and church maintenance fund. I wonder where the rest goes. They say it doesn't go into membership pockets. Yet there are more poor people than rich people in the LDS Church. The rich ones have high positions in the church. So to me, it raises questions where does the money really go?
Even the Catholic churches are more than they appear to be, with rich halls and pews, glittered with gold and showing off their wealth. Yet they too have the poor to look after, and some do what they can, and it never seems to be enough. Others look the other way stating that God loves the rich more than the poor, so he blesses them more because they are rich. So once again I question which is the true church. When do they all have similarities in their culture and doctorin?
The only thing I was certain of was the church we had been invited to had nothing to do with God, but of the devil incarnate. Where I have been told and have seen for myself that sin is acceptable, murder is not murder but considered a sacrifice in the name of their God to find favor among its members. So yes, I was very much concerned about going, because like Stringham we were unsure what we might see, that would become one of our worst nightmares. Just thinking about it put me in a mood of melancholy, almost in a depressed state of mind. Instead of a night of lovemaking with my mermaids or stimulating my friends.
Like Stringham, I put on a happy face and did my best not to show how concerned I really was about going to church and taking the chance that someone would recognize me or my Rothwell family. Personally, I rather stayed at home, as I imagined the worst things that we might see and none of it was pleasant or spiritual as I searched out Jeff and his thoughts about going. Only finding cold and unanswered questions. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.
All I knew was that if I was going to die, he would be there, even though last time he was cutting it a bit close, compared to his regular ghostly visits. True I was no longer in any real danger after the Gloria incident. However, he did say he wouldn't be far; stating once again my life was about to change and it didn't bode well. You have to hate free will and the people who seek out trouble or want to cause you trouble. I hated even more not knowing what kind of trouble I needed to look out for.
I can say that Isza won the luck of the draw as I watched her leave the table. Telling me she was just going to run us a bath, wanting to try out some new flavor of bubble bath and scented oils. That was all the rave back in the nudist colony. It didn't matter that I had already bathed twice today. It wasn't a bath she really had in mind, where we wash off the daily grime. Instead, it was a sensual and sexual bath that any boy like me could ever dream of having.
Then again, I wasn't the average boy where all my sexual fantasies came true and had parents who would forbid me from doing so. Instead, Mom said I would be right down when she was ready for me, asking if she could join me. Watching her give me a silly grin that said she wanted to show me how much she loved me. Dad too tried to invite himself only to have Mr. and Mrs. Rockwater tell him if he and Mom were joining, they wanted to join us as well. Isza placed her hands on her hips said. "Of course you can, but he is all mine for the first hour or so."
Mom and they agree watching her go to the cupboard and start to make a large batch of the new sex remedy. Instead of crushing up one of the pills for me to get started, she gave me, Dad, and Mr. Rockwater two crushed-up pills and three cups of sexual remedy. That would give us a hard-on in a matter of minutes. Plus rejuvenate us in less than ten minutes or so for at least several hours.
I knew why Mom and Dad wanted to include Mr. and Mrs. Rockwater, it was to get them back on their good side, plus they had heard about the new positions I had created and were very interested in trying them. So I made a compromise that Jake and Adam would join us later when we adjured to the bed. After they had finished bathing with Mr. and Mrs. Vincent and their parents plus my other mermaid friends and Highland friends who were planning similar activities.
It was then that Stringham pulled me and Jared aside telling us about his concerns regarding what could happen tomorrow in church or the social, plus the big party on Wednesday. He was more afraid of them finding out that Jared and I were not as bad off as we seemed. I had to admit I too was a little concerned so I asked what he proposed we should do.
He stated that being paralyzed wasn't going to work once someone noticed a toe, foot, or leg twitch. We needed a better disguise that kept us on the bench, but not out for the count knowing that if we were out for the count, it could mean death for Jared and me as well as my family once they found out we had tricked them. Not that they were already on a manhunt for us.
The plan he had come up with was leg braces stating we were slowly coming out of a paralyzed state, after the car accident. That it wasn't until recently that we started to show signs, yet it is unclear how long before or if we will regain full use of our legs.
He could have the braces and pair of worn crutches in a few hours, but he needed to act now. Jared and I shrugged our shoulders considering our lives and our family lives depended on me and Jared in selling the lie. Watching him get up and go to the phone and call whoever that would send the items needed post haste. Again, personally, I think not going would have been far easier, but that wasn't on the table.
There was nothing more I could do regarding tomorrow except worry, so I made my way down the hall with sodas and sandwiches, plus whipped cream and chocolate sauce in my lap, having Sparky follow me. The first thing I noticed was the radio had been turned on in my room playing R&B music. Which was more to my liking, then again, I was well-rounded in the music culture stating I like all music, well except for rap music. But R & B was a very good choice to be having romantic sex with truly a very beautiful mermaid-like Isza.
The door was open waiting for me and so was Isza completely naked lying on the bed. It made me think the first time we met, how a naked girl like her caused me to be shy and stupid. Then again, all the girls who weren't family members caused that. I smiled, liking what I was seeing. Feeling my heartbeat increase and my penis jump stating I was indeed interested in her.
I wasn't ashamed about having an erection anymore like I used to be, it was considered a compliment or at least that was what I was taught. So after taking a very good look, I unburdened myself, placed my items on the coffee table and parked my wheelchair in the corner near the bed, and was about to make my way over to the bed.
Until Isza decided too that she wanted to be the one to undress me. I had learned a long time ago that most girls I had been with liked to do the honors of doing that. I didn't mind it in the least. Letting her push me up against the wall and kiss me as she slowly removed my clothing one article at a time and placed them inside the hamper.
Indicating I wouldn't be needing them the rest of the night. Until I too was naked and very much aroused as she stroked me. Then pointed to the soft fur rug by the fireplace lit and surrounded with lit candles and the furniture pushed back against the wall. I watched her close the door and turned off the lights. While I made my way over to the rug, making myself comfortable.
She smiled at me as she made her way over to me and lay down beside me. I reached over for the box of condoms, hearing her giggle. "Not yet my little spider, I want you to pleasure me as you did on the boat the last time we were alone together. We have all night to have sex, providing you have earned that. I want to remember what it was like to be held, kissed, and stimulated by you. So, I can get the image of Shawn accosting me earlier out of my mind."
I gave a quick nod and crawled on top of her as I kissed her softly and slowly as I lay on top of her. She shivered and moaned as I took my time to nibble on her earlobes and returned to her mouth to kiss her, feeling her place her arms around me.
To think only a few months ago I would have never imagined me being with a girl, certainly not like this. Kissing maybe, but not naked with one. I smiled hearing or more like feeling Jeff humming inside of me. Stating he too was very much aroused and approved wholeheartedly of what I was doing.
Something I had questioned many times over when he was gone or at least I could feel him or hear him more less see him. I had always liked the feeling of a good pair of breasts in my hands. It was far different being with girls compared to my adoptive Mom or my sisters. It was more exciting, more sexual than being with them only proving or showing them, I loved them more than words could describe. There was more of an electric charge, or a sense of pleasure that went beyond, more like a spiritual awakening.
She arched her back the moment I took her breast and bit hard on her tender nipples. I moaned. "Cherry with a hint of orange my favorite." The moment I said that the image of Gloria popped into my mind, it made me stop as the feeling rolled over me. I let the image fade and took the other one to find a different flavor. One I wasn't all that familiar with. Candied plums, with a hint of cinnamon, then went back to her lips and took her breath away.
The fire felt good on my naked skin, and I liked the candlelight that flickered in her eyes and how good she felt under me. How for one minute could I think of Gloria with such beauty, such compelling softness? I mentally shook my head so all I could see, and felt was Isza as I made my way down to her stomach and played with her belly button.
I had no problem remaining hard, not with a girl anyway, and I was glad, yet I questioned how Shawn and Arthur couldn't accept when they were having sex with other boys or men. Again I shook my mind and focused on Isza, feeling her spread her legs as I slowly made my way down to her perfectly groomed sweet spot. The one place I knew I could pleasure her without question. She climaxed over and over again, just as I was just getting started only using my tongue and fingers. I smiled, "My beautiful rose like that does she?"
She answers breathlessly as she runs her fingers through my hair. "Yes, my little spider, oh how I missed you."
I said. "I missed you too … more than you'll ever know my little spiced candied rose." I continue my torture her until she begs me to take her.
I crawled on top of her and kissed her as my arms reached for the box of condoms. Asking her as I nibbled on her earlobes, she moaned. "Oh yes." Yet I denied her, wanting to spend more time stimulating her. But instead, she rolled us when I made my back down to her breasts. Stating it was her turn to taste me.
I closed my eyes as she kissed me and then trailed her tongue down my chest until she had placed my very hard penis in her mouth. I wasn't sure how my nectar would taste without the chocolate or whipped cream. Considering it had only been a day or two without the drug that was removing the poison from my system. She didn't indicate that it wouldn't be enjoyable, as she worked it until she got what she wanted. She moaned that it was still not as sweet as it was before, but it was sweet enough, that just needed a little more time like fine wine or aged cheese.
I didn't apologize because it was what it was. All it was good for was a condom or lots of chocolate sauce and whipped cream. It didn't bother her enough to not make sure she got every drop, nor did she share it with me. She teased me by thinking she was returning to my lips only to stop to bite on my nipples and nibble on my earlobes, asking me if I was really ready to show her all that I learned over the last few months and not to hold anything back. I waited to tell me that she'd kill me if I didn't. Then again, she wasn't Gloria.
I rolled her so I could be the one in charge, only allowing her to slip on a condom. Something Mom and Dad told me that it was proof that the girl really wanted to have sex and always safe sex. Unless she said otherwise that she didn't require one. Like Mom or Jody and a few other girls and women I had been with. She smiled, seeing me more than ready, mostly because of the remedy and the sex pills. The other was more me than anything else, being a very horny sixteen-year-old boy. I smiled as I took her hard and fast. She moaned with excitement, and I could see it in her eyes that I surprised her.