Chapter Two
The Wedding
"So Jake, and your step-son are down there?" This didn't shock me.
"I won the house in the divorce, and I wanted to keep his income. He's still technically my slave. But, as he hadn't done anything violent against me, I granted his wish. No semen touches the ground, so it is within our faith...kinda.." Rose seemed to be thinking. She shook her head quickly, shaking off whatever thought was in her head.
"You've seen two weddings, you know what you are to do, and what to say." She laid her head back on my chest. "I want to add a vow to the wedding."
"What would you like Mistress?"
"I want you to give me enough slaves to start a farm." She said airily. I blinked in minor shock, looking down at her thick red hair. I had to ask.
"How am I to do that?"
She looked up at me. Her green eyes sparkled in the low light.
"Keep us pregnant, and seduce more of the young women in the church." She smiled a genuine smile.
"Is that allowed?" I was so confused on what the rules were for the Cult of Lynn.
"Technically yes. I just have to have a higher rank in the church before we can marry them in with us." She kissed my chest lightly. This caused my cock to wake. The thought of more women?
"How do you increase your rank in the church?" (Cult...totally a cult. But I am not going to complain!)
"You see, I'm a priestess. The woman in the front of the church we go to, is like a Bishop. The women that perform "communion" they are like Cardinals. I need to be a "cardinal" to have a slave farm with more than 5 women. I have to start my own church." She sat up, and grabbed my cock.
"I understand". Was all I could muster. I was ready to go again.
"In 6 days, I will have you. You will give me a daughter or a slave. Until then you have to do the trial." She got out of my bed. "You have to not touch yourself, or my daughters till after the wedding. Do this, and we will finally be able to make love dear Randall slave." She turned to leave and blew me a kiss.
I blew one back. "Yes Mistress." I was smiling. It occurred to me that I might have fallen in love with my captor. Stockholm syndrome be damned. I knew I would not touch my cock for the next 6 days even as it was freed from the cage.
I tried hard to sleep. Yet I couldn't I was thinking about all of the sex I would be having. This made not touching it, so much harder. I understood just an hour after she left how this would be a "trial".
I was almost asleep when I heard her shill voice outside of the door of my room. She was pacing the hallway as she argued on the phone.
"I've been an Overseer for years! You know very well I'm due for the promotion to Land Owner!! I'm asking that you take my resume to the Goddess, and push me for a plantation!" She shrieked.
Chills racked down my spine as I heard that voice. It was powerful and frightening. I remembered what I was in that instant.
That. For some reason, calmed me.
I knew what I was. I slept.
I was so busy with cooking breakfast, I hadn't noticed Ashlynn walk up behind me. I knew her scent though.
"Mistress Ashlynn, your breakfast is almost ready. I set you a place with the orange juice you like." I said as I turned the sausages.
"Don't call me 'Mistress', we aren't joined yet. Not sure Mother will get the promotion she needs either..." She said as she sat at her place in the breakfast nook.
"Over easy, medium or firm?" I asked dismissing her doubts.
"Medium, and I like my toast dark." She instructed. I had remembered that. I delivered the toast first with the crusts almost black, and the bread a deep brown. I shoveled her eggs on to her plate next, then the sausages. I looked up at her face to gauge if I had prepared her breakfast properly.
She smiled at me and went to work on her food.
"Smells good in here! Mother said not to make her any, as she is doing the test after church this morning." Skyler leaned into my ear.
"She has a nervous tummy!" she said and giggled a bit. I nodded and took Skyler's order. After she was fed I made myself an omelet.
I sat on the floor and ate in the center of the kitchen as the young women talked. I was invisible in that moment, and somewhat thankful about it.
"Mom thinks that more than half of the following is against her!" Skyler reiterated to her sister.
"Mother can fix this. You know how she is. Daddy liked boys. Daddy gets boys, but lives in the dungeon. She can twist anything to her will." Ashlynn took a bite of toast.
"Ugh Daddy. We aren't allowed to talk about him anymore, beside we have a new one." Skyler was testing her eggs. She added some salt.
"No Sis, that will be our slave husband if Mother gets her way."
"Five days till the wedding. I hope she gets the Land Owner, or we will be old maids!" Skyler joked. Ashlynn frowned.
"Not funny. Trust mother!" Ashlynn began to eat faster, as her eggs were near cold.
"Clean this all up! Then dress in your church clothes." Ashlynn said after eating and leaving the kitchen.
I quickly gathered the dishes and washed them after the girls had gone upstairs. As soon as I was finished, I myself climbed the stairs and took out the clothing laid out for me on Domina's bed.
Black socks, no underwear, Blue suit with a black tie, and polished shoes.
The trip to the church was silent. I drove as Rose read, and re-read some sort of speech. We arrived and I was handed to Ashlynn for keeping, as two women ushered Mistress out of the hall and to the basement of the church. I looked at Ashlynn.
"It should be fine. Be calm. Lets go and praise Lynn." She said softly, as she led me me by the hand into the main church. We sat on the pew. Ashlynn held my right hand, and after Skyler sat she held the left.
The service began with the usual music, and affirmations of loyalty. There was a short lesson about being too merciful with the male sex. Next was 2 chorus led songs. During the song I thought I heard a scream from a distant place. No one seemed to hear it but me, other than Skyler whose voice hitched for just a second. She blinked hard, and began singing again.
We finished the songs and I looked at Sky for a clue. Her face went completely pallid. I could not read her.
