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.
"Upon the male, shall all the world's troubles be blamed. It is their grand fire that has burned for too long. Now they must burn for their sins against the Mother!" The Mother Domme announced. The congregation followed suit with a hearty:
"For Mother!"
"My Sisters. It has come to my attention that one of our Priestesses, wished to be promoted. Based on her service and strength, I have decided to grant Sister Rose to the rank of Land Owner!" The Mother Domme lady backed away from the pulpit, and I saw my Mistress step up in a brand new robe.
Her face had blood spatter on it. But the robe was as white as Wisconsin snow.
"My Sisters, I take this office with the highest sense of seriousness. I know my new job, and I will show you that I am worthy, and willing to do this job, not just for my own family, but for the church as a whole. Furthermore! I am announcing the wedding of myself and my two angels to the male that is seated right there!" She pointed at me.
"Smile fiancee!" Ashlynn elbowed me. I smiled and bowed.
"I will do my very best to expand our faith. I will have a plantation, I will have a church on my land. I will have you all over for the WEDDING!" Rose raised her hands in the air in victory!
"Oh Randall!" I felt Skyler jump on me, kissing my face, as Ashlynn grabbed my ass.
"This is going to happen!" Skyler slid down my body and kissed my lips which caught the ire of the devout women in the church. She raised her hands in apology silently to the elders, and faced forward.
(Happy Day. But, I'm still property!)
The next 5 days were hell. The women taunted me constantly! Half naked, or completely naked and kissing me at every private moment. Rose was the worst of the offenders. My cock was so hard most of the day that I'd get tired from the lack of blood to my brain. Somehow I managed to write my vows.
The tailor was making sure that the tux fit perfectly. Rose had it ordered right after her speech at the church. It was ready. I wore it proudly. Rose smiled.
"Tomorrow baby!"
The night before the wedding I was in the basement, doing laundry when I heard groaning and yelping from the air vents. After turning on the washer I leaned up to the vents to hear what was going on.
"Fuck me Daddy! Fill me with your cum! Ugh! Yeah!" I heard clearly. It was obvious Bob wasn't hiding things anymore. I shook my head in disgust. They could be respectful and not broadcast their traitorous sins. I had no issue with the incestual gay sex, but what he did to my Mistress, soon to be wife, was nigh unforgivable. I went upstairs to wait for the washer to do it's cycle.
My fiancees had all gone to bed. I had the TV to myself. I turned on a replay of Sunday's Packer game. I got some microwave popcorn and a beer as the game began. I hadn't paid much attention to the time as the game went to half time.
(Shit! The clothes!)
I raced downstairs to the basement and put the load from the washer into the dryer.
(I still have to hang all that up after.)
I went back upstairs and grabbed a fifth beer from the fridge. I plopped down on the couch and watched the rest of the game.....
"Mother where are my leggings?!" I heard from upstairs. (Fuck I fell asleep on the couch! At least the Packers won. Wait! It's my wedding day!) I bolted upright and bounded up the stairs. I opened the door of Rose's room, and began to get dressed.
"You are fucking lucky we are getting married today! Consider last night your bachelor party. Get your ass down to the basement and fetch Skyler's leggings!" Rose heaved in the doorway. She was only wearing the white lingerie that was to be worn under her dress. She was pissed off. I finished dressing and almost fell down the stairs to the first floor.
