THE GREAT GOD OGO

Chapter 5

The Day After

by Loki.

 

The next morning Matt’s mom found out she’d lost her job with the airline, because she hadn’t shown up for work in so long.  Paul, on the other hand, had obtained a briefcase with well over a million dollars in it.   He refused to say where, or how, he’d obtained the briefcase, but insisted that the world was a better place for it.   Three ten year old boys in their neighborhood had been killed the day before.  Some “thing” or “things” had sucked them dry.  When they’d been found there wasn’t a drop of blood left between them.  For everyone else their deaths were a big mystery.  Matt himself had never met the boys, but it was one more reminder of the painful reality of their situation.

They all met at Hewie’s place for an emergency meeting.  At first they just stared at each other.  They all looked tired and frightened; nobody knew quite what to say.  Matt decided to start things off.

“I think we all agree that our number one priority right now is immediate survival.  Now Hewie, do you have any idea what’s going on, and what we can do about it?”

Hewie buried his head in his hands; he looked tired, frightened, and tormented.  “I’m scared and I don’t know what to do,” he moaned.

“Now calm down Hewie.  It’s the other gods isn’t it?  There gunning for us aren’t they?” asked Matt.

“Yes, yes, I’m sure of it,” moaned Hewie.

“By the way good work Matt, on taking out those witches I mean,” said Paul, then he started laughing hysterically, and Hewie joined in.  Matt didn’t see what was so funny about the whole thing.  He waited for them to finish.

“And the survivors will be more cautious next time,” Hewie continued.  “I’m sure several of those creatures are still alive.  To make matters worse, every single one of those false gods is going to be gunning for us with a vengeance.”

“Why?” asked Matt.

“They hate Ogo because he’s different, perverted.  He doesn’t believe in blood sacrifice for one thing.  They all see him as soft, pathetic.  The first thing they’re going to do when they get a foothold in this plane of existence is exert all efforts to wipe us out, and I don’t know what to do about it.”  Hewie moaned the last and buried his head in his hands again. 

“Okay,” said Matt.  “Let’s try to stay calm and review our available options.”

“Well we’re rich,” Paul said, tossing some hundred dollar bills into the air.  “Weee!”  Nobody laughed.  “We could hire an army of mercenaries?” he suggested.

“No, no,” Hewie said.  “You don’t understand.  Normal humans are worthless against these creatures.  Our neighbors didn’t notice a thing yesterday.  They could have eaten the whole block and nobody would have noticed until after they were finished.”

“We could run off to Reno or something?” suggested Matt.

“Maybe they could track us down and kill our asses,” said Paul.

“May I speak?  Uh Masters?”  Matt’s mom asked.  She was wearing a white slip, panties and very little else, her erect medium sized breasts pushed against her slip which was practically see through.  Matt tried to avoid looking at her.

“Certainly Mom this concerns all of us,” said Matt.

“Well we’re facing an enemy or enemies we know little about.  I think that if we want to survive we need to pull together and dig in, using our collective resources to fortify our position here as much as possible.  I noticed several of our neighbors putting their houses up for sale today.  If we purchase them, we’d gain more territory for us, and get our neighbors out of the crossfire at the same time.  Also we could…”

“Yes, yes that’s exactly what we need to do!”  Hewie interrupted excitedly.  “I was just going to say before Matt’s mom interrupted me that we must fortify ourselves immediately through magical and mundane means as quickly as possible.  Now to begin with I want to put up wards around our location.  These are greater wards that will certainly protect us from anything; you see I combine the nine lesser wards in such a way that they compromise a far more powerful whole, then I.”

“That’s okay Hewie, we don’t need the details,” said Matt.  “Why don’t we figure out what we need to start making things happen.  To begin with we should see a financial adviser about what to do with this money.  We need a plausible explanation for the money’s presence, maybe a rich eccentric grandfather or something.  We need to launder it somehow.”

“Sounds good to me,” said Paul.

“Somebody get a pen and paper and start making a list.”  Hewie said standing up and starting to pace around the room.  “To begin with we need five large boulders, doesn’t matter what kind as long as there large and solid, some gold and silver, some mandrake root.”   He continued at length.  Matt and Paul let Hewie take charge.  Matt’s mom was soon calling construction people, home security people, and financial and legal advisors.  Matt and Paul were relegated to errand running.  Fortunately with Ogo power obtaining supplies was easy.  They were careful not to steal from anyone who didn’t deserve it, or if they did they’d leave some money behind to pay for it. 

Things happened very quickly.  Within a few days they’d purchased over twenty houses in there neighborhood.  There neighbors needed little urging, it was like they sensed something horrible was coming.  When they were offered top dollar for their houses they jumped at the chance to sell.  A few of their neighbors wanted to sell but couldn’t due to the influence of Ogo.  Hewie was pleased by this.  Ogo was growing stronger.  Matt’s mom wasn’t, two of them were friends of hers.  Matt noticed that of their neighbors who wouldn’t sell, mostly old people, there was a tremendous increase in religion and religious symbols.  Crosses and horseshoes on front doors were commonplace.  

Hewie’s house was converted into a temple for Ogo.   Matt and Paul’s families moved into the houses to the left and behind Hewie’s.  Neither of them were thrilled about the change but it did make sense to consolidate there resources as much as possible.  Their yards were surrounded by tall iron fences with sharp spikes on top.  The doors and windows were all covered with heavy steel grating, but there was a lot more to it then that.  Hewie was working feverishly to create a continuous warding around their houses.  He was also working on his five greater wards that were to surround them at the distance of roughly a quarter mile apart.  According to Hewie anyone or anything that tried to pass them with the intention of harming anyone within their zone of influence would be driven away, subdued, or destroyed.  The greater wards could be destroyed but it would take a force so powerful that they would know of its presence far in advance.  Sometimes Hewie would just stare into space and start laughing for no apparent reason.  Matt and Paul tried to avoid him during those times.  

He was also monopolizing the four women, much to Paul and Matt’s annoyance.  Hewie insisted he needed the power for his projects so they let him have his way, but it left Matt and Paul feeling sexually frustrated, worse then before even because they’d been temporarily sated.  Paul handled his by taking charge of the Church of Ogo ’s fund raising operation.  He’d come back with several more briefcases full of money and jewelry of various sorts.  Matt tried not to think of where he was getting them. 

As for Matt, when he wasn’t running errands for Mom and Hewie he was designing pamphlets for the greater glory of Ogo.  One of them went something like this.  In lines from top to bottom, it said.  MIRACLE HEALING’S, INCREASED SEXUAL POWERS, FINANCIAL SECURITY, GAIN POWER OVER UNBELIEVERS.  Ogo wants “You” to take up the true faith.  Worship the real god for a change.

It didn’t have to be fancy Matt figured, the important thing was to get the word out.  On each pamphlet he drew a crude representation of Ogo.  Then he made lots and lots of copies which he scattered everywhere he could think of.  He even stuck them on church walls and announcement boards; though he was sure they took them down immediately after.  Ogo seemed pleased with him.  Ogo’s enemy’s seemed to have vanished, for the time being at least.  They were all thankful for the quick breather but they knew it wouldn’t last. 

On the fourth day after the battle with the witches Matt went back to Hewie’s house after one such outing.  “Please Master no more, we’re too tired.”  He heard his mom saying.  

“But I need more power,” Hewie said. 

Matt sighed, this was a familiar situation.  Matt rushed to the basement where they performed their rituals.  Amid the burning candles were four exhausted women.  All four of them were shaved he noticed, their reddish breasts and vaginas very evident.  Hewie looked more exhausted then the women.  He had clearly been struggling with his limp shaft trying desperately to get it to harden.  

“Hewie that’s enough,” he said firmly. 

“But Matt.  I need more power,” he whined.

“I know Hewie but leave them alone until tomorrow at least.  They need rest and so do you.”

Hewie glared at Matt for a minute then he seemed to deflate a little.  “Okay okay,” he said, pulling up his pants, he walked tiredly out. 

“Oh thank god you’re here Matt, we’re so tired,” His mom said.  The other girls moaned in agreement.

“Are you okay?”  He asked.

“We’ll be fine Matt, we need some rest and a cold shower,” said his mom.  Matt reached down to help her painfully get back on her feet.  He picked up several impressions immediately.

“Oh my god!” She said.  She was standing up with difficulty; her feet were spread widely apart.  Matt had gotten used to watching the girls walk around with a distinctly bowlegged stride, but this was a bit much.  He started laughing. 

“Leave them alone,” said Hewie from the top of the stairs, “it’s an essential part of their obedience training.” 

“I hate you Hewie!” shouted Celeste.  Her legs were as far apart as his mom’s.  Hewie had done a couple other things too.  Matt supposed he could relieve their compulsions, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to.  He remembered his grandfather’s favorite saying.  If it ain’t broke don’t fix it. 

“Will you be okay?” asked Matt innocently, as he watched the four women staggering around with there legs far apart. 

“Can’t you do anything?” asked Heather.

“It should wear off shortly,” said Matt.  He walked over to Heather.  “So you can’t move your legs closer together?”  He asked admiring her shapely legs.

“No.  No I can’t.”  She clearly tried again and failed. 

“And you can’t move your hands or arms to touch yourself or cover yourself in any way?”  With one hand he caressed her small but firm erect breasts; with the other he stroked her genitals.  She squirmed violently and made a desperate attempt to force his hands away but it was like her hands encountered some kind of force field around the front of her body.  Matt could touch her wherever he wanted but she could neither touch herself nor push him away from her. 

“Matt stop it!” she cried out, and then she started breathing hard.  “Oh god not again, I’m coming again!”  She started crying out as her hips started to spasm thrusting violently against Matt.  When it was over she collapsed against him.  He held her gently.

“Yes Matt I suppose this makes us the perfect women,” his mother said bitterly.  “Will you please get the hell out of here?”

“I’m sorry,” said Matt.  “Do you want some help with the stairs?  Or anything else?”

“No!  Go away right now!”  His mom was pissed off, she hated being powerless.  He supposed he couldn’t blame her.

“Okay I’m leaving, sorry.”  He said quickly a left immediately.  He opened and shut the front door loudly so they’d think he left the house then he used Ogo power to completely conceal himself and lay down on Hewie’s living room couch, hands behind his head.  He had a lot to think about.  Since the change he’d gotten better and better at using Ogo power.  He’d found he could insert thoughts into the girls heads so they’d think the thoughts were their own.  From trial and error he’d gotten his mom to deep throat several large carrots, and had Heather practicing to do the same.  He had the power to force his mom or the girls to do anything short of killing someone, and maybe even that.  It was a really strange feeling.  So what should he get them to do now?  He grinned imagining the possibilities.

The door opened and closed.  Paul walked in.  Matt quickly concealed Paul as well.

“What’s going on?”  Paul asked tossing a small leather sack onto the wooden coffee table.

“Stick around and you’ll see something really neat,” said Matt.

“So Matt, I’ve been thinking,” said Paul.  “Those girls who are supposed to be showing up here? The sacred slaves of Ogo?  I don’t think they’re going to show.  I think Ogo in his infinite wisdom, omniscience, and omnipotence, is pulling a fast one on us.”

Matt looked out the window nervously.  Ogo had trouble with long words but it was best not to push their luck.

“I was thinking about that.  I really hate to go to plan B but I suppose we don’t have a choice.  We should meet with Hewie about it in the morning.”  Matt picked up Paul’s leather sack and opened it absentmindedly.   It was full of really nice gem stones.

“Wow,” said Matt.

“That’s about half a million dollars worth of gems.  Smugglers love these things, they’re so small you can hide them anyplace.”

“It occurred to me I can get my mom and the girls to do literally anything I want,” said Matt.

“Cool, maybe you can get the twins to clean up their room,” said Paul.

“How are they doing?” asked Matt.

Paul shrugged, “they hate me.  You want a couple of brothers?”

“This isn’t your fault.  All we can do right now is make the best of things.  I think they’re coming up,” said Matt.

They heard them talking and giggling as they came up the stairs.  Matt was a little disappointed.  Hewie’s commands had almost entirely worn off his mom and the girls.  They were wearing shirts and panties and walking almost normally, well normally for them anyway.

“Darn it,” said Matt. 

“So what was I supposed to see?” asked Paul.

“Uh nothing, I guess you had to be there.

“Right, so deal is I’ve been thinking about all that slave of Ogo nonsense and I figured it’s stupid to wait around and do nothing.”

“I agree,” said Matt.

“Come on I have something to show you.”  Paul led him to the large beat up red pickup truck he’d parked outside the house.  He yanked the large tarp off the back. 

“Holy shit,” said Matt.  In the back of the pickup truck there were ten women ranging from young girls, to a woman in her thirty’s.  They appeared to be from all different walks of life.  One was in a waitress uniforms, one was dressed as an exotic dancer, and one was in some kind of Goth costume.  All of them were sleeping in the back of Paul’s new pickup truck.

“They’re runaway’s and orphans mostly.  Nobody anybody’s going to miss.  It was easy to pick them up.  I made them get into the back of the pickup and put them to sleep. Trick was finding them.” 

“Those two look a little young don’t you think?” Matt pointed at two dark skinned girls one was maybe eight the other about five.

“Unemployed single mother with no relatives, and two daughters,” Paul answered.  “I figure I’m doing them a favor.”

“Well,” said Matt thoughtfully.  “I guess we don’t have much choice.  If it wasn’t for that Sacred Slave nonsense we’d have done this a long time ago.  I still don’t think it’s right though.  We’re going to have to break them in now.  We might even kill some of them.”

“We’ve got to do what we got to do,” said Paul.  “No point in being a wuss about it.  Help me get them inside.”  Together they carried or led them inside making sure they remained asleep as they did so, putting them all into an unused guest room.  When they’d finished Matt studied them.  It was an interesting assortment.  One was a teenaged girl with obviously fake blond hair and cheep exotic dancer outfit.  Her thick makeup was starting to run.  Another was a redhead with large breasts, in a waitress outfit who could stand loose a few pounds, Matt thought.  Two of them looked Mexican, probably illegal immigrants who wouldn’t be missed.  There was a skinny teenaged Goth girl with died black hair, eye shadow, and black lipstick, an older blond woman and a younger one in shorts who looked like her daughter, and a tired looking black woman with her two daughters. 

“We’ll need Hewie’s help to break them in.  They should be fine here till tomorrow,” said Matt

“Just one more thing,” said Paul, “There’s something I’ve got to see.”  He went to the well endowed red head and began unbuttoning her top, her large breasts pushed against her top as her white bra became visible.  Then he pulled off her D size bra reveling large heavy breasts that sagged against her pale white chest.   

“That’s a good idea,” said Matt.  “We should check them out for deformities; and if something goes wrong it will be harder for them to escape if they’re naked.”

“Just what I was thinking,” said Paul.

Megan sensed someone pulling at her cloths.  She tried hard to wake up but something prevented her.  Dimly she remembered walking to her foster parents house.  Then someone stopped next to her on the street.  That was the last thing she remembered.  “Hey she’s got black panties,” she heard someone say.  Then someone was pulling them off.  She moaned and tried to struggle, pushing her unknown assailant away.  “Stop that,” she heard someone say.  Her arms flew back over her head, and her whole body straightened.  Some force had taken over her body.  Hands pulled her panties down her legs and off.  She felt her legs splay outwards, her arms reaching down to grab her calves and pull them as hard as she could until her ankles were besides her head.  Someone smacked her butt. “Keep this one for sure,” a voice said.  She was trapped in this position now.  She couldn’t move.  She hated her foster parents, but right now she just wanted to go home.

Together they undressed the girls, including the two young ones and piled their cloths in a corner to be washed later.  They also arranged the girls in compromising positions.  The well endowed red head was sleeping on the easy chair her legs resting on the arms, her back was arched backward so her breasts were better displayed.  The two Mexicans were sharing the bed limbs intertwined.   The older blonds’ teenaged daughter was lying against the edge of the bed with her legs spread, her mother was on all fours her face pressed firmly against her daughter’s pussy.  The Goth girl was on the floor, her legs pulled back over her head, the girl with the fake blond hair, and heavy makeup was balanced on top of her, she was sitting on the other Goth girls ankles so her butt was directly over her face.  The fake blonds heavily made up face was pushed firmly into the others dark haired pussy.  The dark skinned woman was lying next to her daughters in a normal fashion.  The two boys weren’t that mean.  Paul and Matt paused at the doorway to admire their handiwork.  The Goth girl kept moaning for some reason, they noticed. 

“We shouldn’t have done that should we?” said Matt.  Paul shrugged.  Both had raging erections, with no release in sight. 

“So deal is we can get them to do anything we want, so what would you like to get them to do?” asked Matt as they wandered back to the living room.

“Screw you Matt, all of the things we’re want to do are not allowed, and all of the things we could do, they’re doing for us already.  Why are you even watching them?  There’s nothing we haven’t already seen.”  Paul was about to leave in disgust.

“We can still have some fun though.” Matt argued,”I have an idea.”  Matt went over to the bathroom where the four women were taking turns in the shower.  The first thing he did was place strong inhibitions on them so they would be extremely embarrassed at the thought of any of the priests seeing them uncovered.  Then he gave them the strong urge to dance in the living room after they’d finished showering.  

About half an hour later the four entered the living room fully dressed.  Hewie’s sisters were even wearing blue jeans something they hadn’t done since the whole thing started. 

“Come on let’s dance,” said Matt’s mom.  She put in some lively music and they all started dancing.  At first Matt watched them, they didn’t do anything real exciting just aerobic like dance steps.  Matt found he could subtly alter there dancing.  Soon he had them dancing in a far more erotic manner.  They put there hands on each others hips making them sway together moving in unison around the room.  Then Paul got into it too making them do a Las Vegas style showgirl routine lining up and kicking there legs in the air.  The girls found themselves getting excited.  Celeste found herself unzipping her jeans then she realized where they were and zipped them up again. 

“What if they’re around?”  She asked quietly.

“Hewie’s in his room and Matt and Paul are long gone,” said Matt’s mom.  “We should be okay for a while. 

At Matt and Paul’s urging she slipped out of her blue jeans and was dancing around in her shirt and panties looking around nervously as she did so.  The girls and Matt’s mom soon began a nervous striptease for there unknown audience, becoming more and more excited as they did so, but also more nervous.   They started resisting when Matt and Paul had gotten everyone down to there bra’s and panties, but they found that they just couldn’t help themselves.  There hips swayed suggestively to the music and they slowly started to remove there bra’s.  As long as the music played they just couldn’t stop.   Matt could feel his mom fight to slow herself down.  If she could just last until the end of the compact disk she’d be alright.  Why couldn’t she stop herself?  Matt grinned he could have simply ordered them to strip but this was much more fun.  The bras slowly came off the four very embarrassed women, they all covered there breasts with there arms.  Then they began to push there panties slowly down there waists.  They were all struggling fiercely at this point faces red with embarrassment.  Matt and Paul played with them for a while allowing them to resist successfully for a time, but they’d weaken again and the panties would slide further down there waists as they did so.  All the while their hip’s swayed to the beat in a very suggestive manner.   Faces red and breathing hard from embarrassment they made a last spastic push that caused there underwear to slide down there legs.  They then stepped out of them to avoid tripping.  They covered themselves with there arms and hands, but kept on dancing.  Soon Matt’s mom and Heather were facing each other and so were Cindy and Celeste.  Both pairs started touching each other.  They moved closer and closer, pelvises started to push against each other, Mom kissed Heather.  Suddenly the door to Hewie’s room flew open.

“Turn that music down!”  He shouted.

The girls screamed.  They and Matt’s mom feverously grabbed there cloths, turned off the CD player and ran out of the room. 

“And what are you doing here?”  Hewie asked, obviously very tired and thoroughly pissed off.

“Uh pretty much what it looks like,” said Matt.  This was not going to be good.

“Good, you obviously both have lots of time on your hands, here are a few things I need done.”  He gave them a list.  It was a long one.  It kept them busy for the rest of the week.  

The End of chapter five.