House of Love - Part 5 - The Road to Magdalene: End of the Road
This is Part 5 of a story about mind control. But there are no drugs, devices or gimmicks that make it happen. It is about the kind of mind control that happens every day. The kind where people become true believers and no amount of logic or reality can make them see truth. Don't believe it? Then you are not paying attention to the cults, both religious and political.
As in most fiction, there is exaggeration of reality. But this story is based in my personal experience.
Synopsis to date: Sheila is a young girl that left her rural home to work in the city. With no family of social support network, she was drawn into the church called House of Love. There, the leaders twist religion to use for their own nefarious purposes.
Sheila went through an initial experience called the Mary Experience (Part 1). She believes she had sex with God. She is now on the path to what is called the Magdalene Experience (Part 2 - anal, and group sex; Part 3 - lesbian, exhibitionism, and orgy; Part 4 – incest, a D/d encounter that was a necessary next step on the road to Magdalene).
Part 5 contains incest, group sex, wife sharing, anal, lesbian, bi-sexual men, and drug use. It also contains the conclusion to Sheila's time at the House of love. There is the brief reappearance of Billy from Part 1. He was the person who introduced Sheila to the House of Love, but has since disappeared from the story. He is a catalyst that brought change to Sheila's life, and does so once again.
It also contains what many would call blasphemy, as has every other part in this tale. But then, that's the point about how cults control minds, isn't it? If those don't appeal to you, you may wish to hit your browser's back button now.
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Chapter 10 – Final Preparations
Sheila returned to her home with Mike and Jill. Her future was uncertain. Not that it had necessarily been all that certain before. But now, it seemed completely confused.
Before visiting with her father, Sheila thought at least she understood the immediate path for her life. Seeing Daddy had been a necessary side trip on the road to Magdalene. What needed to be done with him was, in her thinking, to be an isolated episode. Not to be repeated.
That assumption was now totally blown away. What was it that she had expected? Maybe she had never really known, never really thought it through. Sheila just knew that in her wildest imagination, she would have never dreamed the soul melding experience which had awaited her.
They had given to each other the essence of their beings. Sheila experienced love as she had never thought possible. The meeting of their physical bodies and spirits was somehow reminiscent of the Mary Experience. As if the thing was of the same category, but with less intensity. She wondered if this is how it had been when "Mom" Baylor had first joined with her own father.
She would have to figure these things out later. Right now the immediate necessities of living life were going to occupy her time. She had to do laundry, unpack and put away everything she had taken on her trip. She was working a full shift tomorrow and she had to be ready and rested. With factory work, inattention could be painful.
Sheila steered her car along one of the alleys. They ran along the rear property lines of all the houses in her neighborhood. Everyone parked behind their own house. Garages, if they existed, faced the alleyway. That's the way things used be done. Modern houses seemed more like a garage with house attached. But in older neighborhoods, the cars and such were hidden away from the public eye.
Sheila entered through the rear door of the house, dragging along as much baggage as she could carry. As she entered, she heard voices coming from the living room. Well, whatever that was, it would have to await investigation while she finished unloading.
As soon as everything was inside, Sheila went to see what was going on. Fortunately, the house was designed in such a way, that there was one particular spot, where one could see most of the living room while still being hidden from view. It provided an unobstructed view of the couch, end on view, so everything happening there was seen from the side.
This was the couch which occupied part of the middle space of the living room floor. There was plenty of room to walk behind the back of it and the wall dividing the living room from the kitchen. It faced the TV and was the place she had spent many evenings watching movies with Mike and Jill as she had gradually come to know and trust them. It was also the same place they had first seduced her into bisexuality and threesomes.
While Sheila was hidden from view, if someone had been looking directly at the spot where she was standing, she would have been seen quite clearly. But people occupied in that room generally had no reason to look in her direction. What Sheila saw was surprising, but not shocking.
Jill was dressed in a black, cupless bustier and thigh high stockings. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Sheila could easily see the dog collar around her neck. A leash was clipped on to the 'D' ring. She also noticed that there was dangly jewelry hanging from Jill's nipple piercings. She only wore those when she was dressing up for someone special.
Jill was on her knees on the couch and was facing the back of it. Her legs were spread wide. The top of her shoulders pressed against the back upper edge of the furniture. This meant that her neck and face could crane over into the space behind the couch.
Mike was standing, leaning against the living room/kitchen dividing wall. He was a bit slouchy, showing that he was at ease and very relaxed. He was conversing with two very well dressed gentlemen. The suits were expensive. Very expensive. Thousand dollar expensive.
What had surprised Sheila was that both men were engaged in fucking Jill while Mike watched. One stood behind the couch with his cock buried to the root down Jill's throat. Not shocking that, as Jill was well versed in the art of sucking cock. The other stood behind her casually stroking his cock in and out of her pussy. Nothing shocking there either.
What surprised Sheila was the casual nature of the whole scene. Mike was relaxed watching his wife being spit roasted. The two men seemed relaxed as they fucked. It was kind of weird. And while all of this was going on Mike was engaged in conversation with the man up Jill's cunt. Sheila could not hear all of it, but she did catch parts of the conversation.
"We can supply your needs and have product available to suit every taste" Mike was saying.
"Now, this is on demand?" said the other.
"Yes, almost always. We haven't had any problems yet. We have plenty in stock and more is in the pipeline, so I don't anticipate any supply problems. But, advance notice is always appreciated." Mike replied.
"We usually order well ahead of time, but there are occasions when we have emergencies and need immediate attention."
