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PART 7
Chapter 34
Rescuing my family had been a priority for me since I found out I could overcome the church's control techniques. It was the method by which I accomplished this that had me questioning if I should be doing it. The first time I did it was a spur of the moment thing where my anger overcame commonsense. Some hidden part of myself had pushed itself to the surface and removed any power that the Holy Order of Revisionist Saints had over me. This anger, and partly self defence, had me take my wife, her sister Tamsyn and then their mother Florence to convert them to be my personal harem.
Then it occurred to me that my mind was wandering when it should have been concentrating on the pussy above me, leaking its juices onto my face. Another vagina that was rubbing my cock definitely brought me back to the real world. Having five lovers demanding my semen everyday could have led to disaster for a normal man, but I was different. Ever since that fateful night when I began this conversion of cult members my sexual stamina, staying power and semen production have increased; matching the demands placed on it. It was commonplace for me to cum fifteen times in one session, although I preferred to keep it down to ten. At the moment fifteen orgasms left me overtired, especially after attending to other females earlier in the day.
We were almost ready to move to our new home. It had taken some preparation, especially setting up the secure rooms for new residents. Fortunately there was a hotel section within the complex so converting was fairly straightforward. The final move was set for the coming weekend and we were looking forward to having our privacy. The previous owners had done a great job on refurbishing the former resort. The rumour was he had over twelve wives and many more lovers due to a health problem. I could relate to some of what he is going through.
We had a couple of recoveries set for this week. The research was lengthy into who we could approach and snatch without there already being a close watch by the church security. Since the close encounter with my mother we determined the information attained by our computer boffins was planted for our benefit. We only got away because we came from the opposite direction and were much faster than they had planned; and we had steps in place to quickly hide. They never considered we would actually ram their vehicles and run. Or maybe they allowed us time to run so they could follow and find our home base as Harry and Brian suggested.
We had to plan things better and double check things before acting. No more acting on the spur of the moment even if the opportunity looked too good to pass up. We now had a greater range of different vehicles instead of looking like those American shows where all the agents drive the same type of car. Not sure how three dark grey SUVs with darkened windows in convoy could be considered inconspicuous. We also improved on our disguises so we could drive through the church suburbs without recognition. Sabrina showed us movies and a TV series on cable about a group doing impossible missions. We had a good laugh at all the disguises and gadgets they used. Apart from the entertainment we actually pulled some ideas from it for future use, tailored to our abilities and resources of course. Nobody was going disavow all knowledge of us if we were caught.
We were lucky that Georgina volunteered to stay with us, although I am still not sure why. She always scowls at me when she thinks I can't see her. Before this weekend I will have to talk to her about what her problem is. She is great for what she can do to help our cause, but if she disapproves of us, or just me, then we will need to find someone else. Even Tom and Dick agreed to accompany us to the new place and be our home security. I'm not sure about what their deal is towards each other, but my worry about man to man stuff only applies to where my own dick goes, not towards anyone else.
Sabrina also negotiated with the financial backers of COCK, initially through Harry, then directly. We are receiving independent backing allowing us to control our actions better. I'm hoping to find enough individuals we save from the HORS cult who can join us in our operations. Sabrina identified my brother Tom, and brother-in-law Ron as potentials once free of the submissive nature forced on them. More people to help rescue others from the church would be of great assistance.
Our next targets were two families of whom we have had little or no personal dealings with in the past. The congregation was large enough that many people were basically just faces in the crowd. We were hoping that not being closely associated with us in the past meant they were not being watched too closely.
We made separate raids on the families on the Wednesday and Thursday. Our investigations showed only a few areas in most houses free from surveillance. The back yards were generally clear, as were children's rooms and outside structures and garages. Submissiveness is what the church females required of their males, but this we managed to work in our favour. Provided another church female wasn't around we could order the males and they would obey our demands, once his wife was out of action.
The first was easier being a newly married couple, no children and the man hadn't as yet received his final drug dose. We waited for them to enter the garage and zapped the woman. He tried to come to her defence which surprised us, although easily overcome using our learned fighting skills to subdue him quickly. This time it was only Tamsyn and myself with the others waiting a short distance away in the vehicles. It was easy enough to bundle both into their own car and take that to meet the others. Transfer them over to the van and leave their car in a shopping centre carpark, unlocked with the keys on the driver's seat.
The second couple had four children under ten years old, which made it harder because we didn't want to traumatise them. We planned the timing so that the kids were out of the house with their father, and we easily grabbed the woman in the garage. Using her phone we sent a message to her husband to meet her at another shopping centre where we got them all into our vehicles without bother. The husband looked relieved that he was with us.
"You guys are actually real? Thank goodness! Although I never expected to be snatched. We aren't important at all, just 'run of the mill' members," then after more discussion he said, "The mistress at Sunday service warned the congregation that the devil's workers are rampant in the city and we should take precautions for our own safety. Not many in our study group had any idea exactly what she meant. We had heard rumours of people disappearing and that the church security was being expanded to protect us.
"Of course most of the wives scoffed at any likelihood of anything being wrong, but a few of us men had a chance to talk about things at the kids' weekend camps. Most of us men realise something is wrong with us, however without any knowledge, or something to compare with, we can't be sure what."
I made sure the new women were converted as quickly as possible once we got back to the house. Friday's female conversion can be finalised on Saturday morning before we made the move to our new home.
Chapter 35
Living at a former tourist resort was like living a holiday, something we had never experienced. In the church-life we were either working or attending church events. Only the important women had regular time away from their duties. We only opened up sufficient accommodation for our current needs, along with essential service areas. Attached to the central building were assorted activities. With limited knowledge of many things people take for granted we had to be shown how to use the entertainment and sports facilities. The children were very quick to pick up on these fun items and were soon playing ball games like tennis and basketball. They weren't at all good at sports, but this was the first time they were allowed to run around and just have fun.
Television was the next item discovered and many adults and children could be found staring at screens. They found it amazing at how many stations and programs were available when not being censored. One facility took a bit of coaxing to be used. The large pool of water was a scary thing to most as many had never been near a swimming pool before. Our COCK members took charge of this and made sure there were sufficient swimming outfits and flotation devices for all. Sabrina, Georgina, Tom and Dick took turns supervising the pool and teaching basic water safety. They also introduced games which proved a winning way for the pool to be viewed favourably.
Indoor games became popular in the evenings where even the adults learned how to laugh and play. Pool tables kept many of us amused as we tried to put balls in little bags using long sticks. I tried to work out what it had to do with the pool the kids had been splashing around in, but nothing came to mind.
After the first few weeks in our new home I made the effort to help the males of our group assimilate. This was done with much assistance from their wives and my lovers. I hated this act, but it was necessary. I was thanked by each man after they regained consciousness. None of them held the operation against me as the benefits of becoming their own person outweighed the process of getting there.
We had tried some alternative methods without success. Guessing my semen had a lot to do with it we tried rubbing it onto the men's skin, inserting some into the anus.
The men had no way of gaining erections themselves thanks to the drugs the church gave them. Even medical drugs for erectile disfunction didn't help. Tom and Dick came back from a shopping trip loaded with various devices that purported to help men in need. I think these came from an adult sex shop. Unfortunately even after a couple of weeks we had no success. It had been our hope to utilise their wives to pass on my semen by retaining a load in the vagina. Our thought was that the orgasm or sexual intercourse triggered my semen to work, but without an erection this wasn't an option. The single case where the man hadn't received his final dose of church drugs didn't work. His earlier doses of drugs were sufficient to prevent his change. I was stuck with doing it all the old fashioned way, which was tearing my soul apart. Each time I helped a man I needed longer to recover emotionally.
