Warning.  This chapter has no sexual content, but it is essential to the plot of my story so you might want to read it anyway.

 

 

Chapter 3

 

Answers and Questions

 

 

   At Hewie’s request Matt and Paul met at Hewie’s house the next morning.  Matt brought along his mother and sister.  Paul brought his twin brothers.  This was also at Hewie’s request.

   Hewie’s sisters smiled at them nervously.  They were both wearing shorts and midriff revealing tee shirts, Matt could have sworn that their breasts had grown larger in the time he’d been gone but perhaps it was only his imagination.  Unfortunately they were both acting normally.  They served Matt and Paul a couple of coke’s while the two of them relaxed on one of Hewie’s couches.  Hewie cleared his throat importantly and pushed his glasses up his nose with his index finger and began.

   “In ancient times, times long since forgotten by us mere mortals there was the One True God who ruled all the cosmos.  While He ruled our people knew peace and prosperity.  They were healthy and happy and lived peacefully with there fellow men.  Of course this is His version and others present might have disagreed.”  He winched at the sound of thunder in the distance.  “But they were certainly unbelievers who deserved horrible deaths,” he continued loudly.  “So anyway Ogo has a number of demands.  Nothing major you understand considering he is after all the One True God.  Now I have tried to explain to Him that the fifty foot temple made from marble, with gold inlay is going to take a little time as is the twenty foot statue of Ogo made out of precious metals and gems.  I think I succeeded but it’s definitely something to put on our “to do” list.   Now for the time being the official “place of worship” is in our den.  The statue of Ogo in the den is something I made last night from sculpy left over from an old art project; it will have to do until I can find something better.”  They all wandered into the den.

   “Okay,” said Matt.  It was definitely different.  The den was now made up with black wall hangings.  The statue in the center of the room with was definitely interesting.  It reminded Matt of a statue he had seen of the Buddha, but instead of a cheerful fat cherubic figure this one was angry and forbidding, he was a huge fat man who carried a large staff and looked like he wanted to hit someone with it.

   “Now keep in mind that in ancient time’s weight was a sign of power.  At one time he was truly a god to be reckoned with,” said Hewie.  “Uh not that he isn’t now you understand,” he added nervously.

   “Now here is a list of prayers.  You will do this every morning except for Tuesdays.  Tuesdays are your day off for reasons that are extremely complicated.  I would like our respective family members to go in there and worship Ogo.  I realize none of you has much to thank Ogo for but please do it anyway.”

   “Do we have a choice?” asked Matt’s mother bitterly.

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   “No you don’t, oh and females are required to remove all outer garments before doing so.  We will not be with you but please don’t try to cheat or we will know and be forced to spank you.”    

   The three of them left the den and heard the door slam quite audibly behind them. 

   “Spank them?” asked Matt.

   “You mean you didn’t know?  Spanking is the standard punishment for female slaves.”

   “No one is spanking my mom but me,” said Matt.

   Hewie shrugged but didn’t bother to respond.

   “So why is your mother and my mother exempt from this?” asked Paul.

   “Well, how should I put this in a way that won’t offend?  My Mom is a rather rotund person.  Don’t get me wrong I love her dearly but she is how I shall put this? fat and ugly.  Paul’s mother looks okay but she’s unlikely to win any beauty contests any time soon.”

   “She’s picked up enough men in her time but I see your point, so what?” asked Paul.

   “Well it’s simple.  Ugly slaves of Ogo have a very different place in Ogo’s scheme of things.  They are expected to remain very much in the background so priests of Ogo are not exposed to there unsightliness, and they never take part in Ogo’s magical rituals.  My mom did her thing in the den very early in the morning and then she cleaned up this place in preparation for our presence.”

   “Good grief,” said Matt, “Ogo is a snob.  He’s a snob god.”

   “That is not true,” said Hewie.  “Ogo cares for his ugly slaves just as much as his pretty ones.  They just have very different roles to play in Ogo’s scheme of things.  Ugly slaves do the hard dirty work while remaining in the background and are essential to the smooth operation of our homes and temples, they are never required to remove there clothing, and they never participate in any of Ogo’s rituals and any punishment we give them is done by our personal slaves.  The pretty slaves on the other hand service our needs directly while forming a buffer between us and the ugly slaves, any communications between us and the ugly slaves go through them.  You may not like this ancient tradition but it is the way things are.  Anyway do you really want to see my mom running around in her underwear?”

   Both Matt and Paul shuddered.  “Good point,” said Paul.

   “But how does Ogo judge beauty?” asked Matt.

   “Simple,” answered Hewie.  “Through us, the people we would consider attractive Ogo does too.  Ogo doesn’t understand beauty in the human sense.”

   “But none of us are that good looking,” said Matt.

   “That’s unimportant,” said Hewie.  “It’s for us to judge them.”

   “So why have our families become our slaves?” asked Matt.  “Is that part of being one of Ogo’s priests?”

   “Partly,” answered Hewie.  “Part of it is the close proximity of us to the people in question.  We may notice the same effect with our neighbors. 

   The next item on the agenda is raising power,” he said changing the subject.  “I believe this pretty much explains things.”  He opened his thick notebook to a couple of his sketches.  Hewie was right the sketch said it all.  

   “Wow,” said Matt and Paul at the same time.

   “There are of course several variations of this sacred ritual but this is pretty much how it’s done.  Unfortunately the more women we can get to form the sacred circle of Ogo the safer it is and the more power we can raise.”

   “And we’re going to get a bunch of woman to do that how?” asked Paul angrily.  “Now maybe it’s just me but if I were to ask most women if they could get together to form a large circle and perform oral sex on each other, they would probably say no.” 

   “Ah you just have to know how to talk to them.” said Matt.  Matt saw his point though even with Ogo power there was no way they could force a large group of women to do something like that.

   “No, no, no, no,” said Hewie.  “These are not just any woman we’re discussing here they have to be sacred slaves of Ogo.”

   “So that leaves us with four?” asked Matt.

   “No, none of our family members are sacred slaves of Ogo, though some of them will likely become such eventually.  No the sacred slaves of Ogo have been changed on a most genetic level to be His tools.  Let me explain, there are ordinary ugly slaves “slaves,” attractive slaves “personal slaves” and there are “sacred slaves” these are personal slaves who have been changed by there contact with Ogo, usually over a long period of time.  These people are being summoned by Ogo even as we speak.  They are descendents of Ogo’s original sacred slaves, of the few survivors that is.  They have forgotten what they are but ancient oaths ensure that they are still under Ogo’s power.”

   “Hey wait a minute, what did you mean survivors?” asked Paul.

   Hewie looked evasive. “Uh.  Well that’s all ancient history, I wouldn’t worry about it,” he answered hurriedly.   

   “Worry about what?” asked Matt.

   “Well in ancient times the great god Ogo was worshipped by many.  He had a huge temple filled with priests and the faithful.  People would travel on long pilgrimages to visit his temple and pray to him, primarily for healings and fertility rituals, but I digress.  Then “they” came, the lesser entity’s that had some small delusions of greatness.  Now Ogo made overtures of peace and it seemed that they too wanted to live peacefully with the great god Ogo.  But then on a special holiday, August twenty eighth, though that’s unimportant, when Ogo’s priests and worshipers were having one of their huge orgy’s, lots and lots of food, drink and of course sex, the usual.  They were attacked without the slightest provocation or warning.  Ogo’s worshippers were slaughtered.  His priests were killed in truly horrible ways and Ogo was banished from our universe.  The other lesser entities then started fighting among themselves and caused that entire region of the world to revert to abject barbarism so severe that no mention of any of this can be found in even the most ancient historical records.  But that’s nothing for us to be concerned about.  We have no evidence that any of those pathetic false gods have been able to return.  But we are cautioned to beware, Ogo’s enemies are everywhere.”

   “I wonder why.” said Paul sarcastically.

   “What sort of enemies?” asked Matt.

   “I don’t know everything,” answered Hewie petulantly, “but whatever they are we should certainly beware of them.”

   “Okay, okay,” said Matt.

   “How will we know these sacred slaves when they show up?” asked Paul.

   “It doesn’t really say.  Fortunately they are supposed to come to us.  So we can watch out for them.”

   “But is this right?” asked Matt.  “How would you like it if someone told you you were a slave because some distant ancestor swore some oath of servitude?”

   “Who cares,” said Paul.  “What I want to know is when are they going to show up and it had better be pretty soon.”

   “What if they don’t show up?” asked Matt.

   “Then we will have to go to plan B,” said Hewie.  “The rituals needed to convert a personal slave into a sacred slave of Ogo are painful and very dangerous.  Not the sort of thing you would want to do to anyone you cared about.”

   “Great,” said Matt.  They would have to kidnap a bunch of young women and perform horrible rituals on them.  Why was that not an appealing prospect?

  “Another thing, as priests we have to spread the word of his presence to the unbelieving masses.  I’m trying to decide how best to go about doing this,” said Hewie. 

   “If we could avoid getting locked up in the nut house it would be nice,” said Matt. 

   “I was thinking leaflets in the middle of the night,” said Hewie. “But we’ll work that out later.  Now here are our ceremonial garbs.”  He pulled out some black clothing.  “I had mom make these last night.  Black garb with nice large hoods, very cool looking I think.”  They both tried there’s on.  Hewie’s mother had done a good job.  They fit perfectly.  Matt sort of thought they did look cool, especially with the hood up.  They were hot though.  He hoped Ogo had nothing against air conditioners.   

   “You are also expected to wear these sacred symbols of Ogo at all times.  He pulled out three crude necklaces each with a little Ogo on it.  Matt put his on he couldn’t say it felt like anything special. .

   “And this is Ogo’s animal warrior form; you will notice it is of a bull which you should like, very macho.”

   Matt and Paul took one.  Matt studied his carefully.  “Uh Hewie this is a cow, a fat cow with a penis and small horns.”

   “No it isn’t.  It’s a bull.”  He glared at them his feelings hurt.

   “Uh Paul bulls don’t have large udders right?  And shouldn’t a bull be more muscular?”  Paul nodded.

   “Bulls don’t have udders?”  Hewie asked.

   Paul nodded. “Sorry Hewie, it’s no big deal if you have some more sculpy we’ll just…”

   “No, no.  I’m sure this is right I made them just the way the vision said I should.”

   “But this is an androgynous cow,” said Matt.  “I refuse to wear an androgynous cow around my neck!”

   Kaboom!  The loud rumble of thunder shook the room.

   “Just kidding,” Matt said quickly.  He put the thing on.  “I feel more masculine already.”  He’d had it.  He was going to get rid of this god if it was the last thing he did.        

   “So what about, you know getting free?” asked Matt. 

   Hewie shook his head.  “If we were to do Ogo a major service then we might ask for a reward.  But other then that,” he trailed off. 

   That just figured Matt thought.  They’d gotten some of the answers they wanted but it wasn’t anywhere near as much help as he’d hoped for. 

   “So what are we supposed to do now wait?” asked Paul angrily.

   “Yes, wait, and pray for a miracle, and try to figure out where we’re going to get one hundred million dollars, Ogo is not a patient god you know.”

   That pretty much concluded there meeting   Soon there family members poured out of the makeshift temple. 

   “Wow that was fun,” said one of Paul’s brothers.  “We prayed really hard and they uh we had fun.”  He finished weakly.  Celeste had kicked him in the middle of that.  “So why does that cow have a penis?”  He asked changing the subject.

   Hewie lost it.  “I don’t know just worship it!”  The twins backed away quickly.  They were named Steve and Evan, but Matt couldn’t tell them apart.  They were blond like Paul but better proportioned, not as gangly.  They were already attracting girls.  Matt was slightly envious of them for that.  They were completely subdued by Hewie’s outburst.  They’d been affected by Ogo as well.  Paul had told him they even cleaned his room for him now.

   “So is that it Hewie?” asked Matt.

“Here are some rituals you will have to learn so memorize these, and that should be it for now.”  He said it tiredly.  “And I am very tired so I am taking a nap.”  He handed them some papers.  Matt and Paul got up to leave.  “And where are you going?”  He asked the twins.

   “We were going to our room to watch TV,” Celeste said doing her best to look innocent.

   “Not with the twins.  They have to go.”

   “But Hewie,” his sisters said.

   “I mean it, now,” he said firmly.

   “Come on guys lets go,” said Paul. 

   The twins weren’t happy but they did what they were told.  Matt’s family wanted to stay, and fix up the makeshift place of worship a bit.  They seemed to find the symbol of Ogo in his bull form quite hilarious.  Matt just wanted to crawl into a hole and die. 

   Matt went home with Paul and the twins.  He always felt a little strange around Paul’s brothers.  He thought they were cute, but that didn’t make him gay.  Did it?  That feeling always left quickly though. 

   The twins were a lot of fun.  They were angry at first over being dragged away from Hewie’s sisters but got over it quickly.  They took off ahead of them.  Paul motioned for him to go around and conceal himself.  Sure enough the two were lying in wait with the water hose.  They ambushed the ambushers.  They had a huge water fight where they all got soaking wet.  The twins got thoroughly soaked. 

   Before the change the twins at thirteen could be a real handful, but since the change Matt and Paul were stronger faster and had special powers.  Matt quickly pinned his twin and tickled him until he begged for mercy.  Then they all went inside, dried off and watched TV, which was nice and boring just the way he liked it.  What would happen when these worshippers showed up?  What would they be like?  What if they were all really ugly or objected to being Ogo’s slaves?  The whole thing was just not right.  Unfortunately they didn’t appear to have many choices in the matter.

  

 

The End of Chapter Three