Episode 55: cARESs

The Rez! The Whispering Earth church! The only church on the Santee reservation. Catholic denomination!

“My daughters are bleeding me dry. They must presume my congregation is throwing hundred-dollar bills into the collection plate. All of these dresses are costing a small fortune.”

Mordecai Sage had resolved his temper over the last few days concerning Nick Sanchez and the Amador clan. More himself at home, his church built directly attached to his home of the last fifteen years since establishing his fellowship here. While the Santee were not all that religious in the beginning, many had come around to a one true God. The good pastor’s hands were not just pressed together to pray, but to hold out and help others join him. The Santee needed more than the Earth they hunted upon to survive. The ancestors might have had other beliefs, but it all boiled down to a creator God. Mordecai was his own creator, while he did indeed believe in God, he also used the deity to earn a living. Fast talkers made the world go around. The earth made sense as a name for his home. Let the spirits whisper their opinions.

Working on his scriptures for the following Sunday service Mordecai sat in his office, not just dabbling with verses but his checkbook. Having just paid Rayna Waterfall to make two dresses each for his beautiful daughters his account was seriously depleted. Hardly rich but not poor either, any loss made him feel ill. A large family was hard to manage, it was good that most of them had jobs at least even if their paychecks were pathetic. Trying hard to keep his girls honest and away from sharks like Nodin Merrick was never easy. Nodin had his dirty hands in everything.

Only a family portrait in his office kept him sane. As much as he hated having his late wife Mary staring back at him each and every day, he had to keep it there for his children’s sake. Yes, he loved her, but the woman was treacherous. Teary eyed, he had to stop staring at it. Good thing considering someone had just returned home.

“Daddy?”

“Office!”

“I figured as much.” At his doorway stood his middle daughter 23-year-old Ophelia. “Just got off work at the casino.” So, much for keeping her away from Nodin Merrick. Her job at least paid well. Nodin owned the casino.

“Of course, you did.”

“Did you hear the news?”

“News? What news?” He settled back in his swivel chair and folded his arms over his chest. “I have been here all afternoon.”

“I overheard some of the Santee workers who are employed by that Mister Sanchez talking. They discovered a dead body out there at the Shoals.”

“WHAT!!!” Mordecai sat up clutching his desk, his abrupt response spooking her. “I knew this Sanchez was no good. Did they arrest the man?” Nice cover up, Pastor! He was sweating bullets and as pale as a ghost. Funny, considering so many ghost stories about the Shoals.

“I don’t think he had anything to do with it, daddy. The workers said the floor of the main house caved in and they found an old crypt. I guess there was a headless skeleton down there. That’s really all I know. The workers are on call once the investigation is over with. Anyway, what do you want for supper?”

“Oh! Just fend for your sisters. I’ll just grab a sandwich later. Let me finish my sermon and I’ll step across the threshold into our home.”

“Okay! Hamburger Helper it is.” Ophelia took her leave, Mordecai left to palm his forehead, elbows on his desk.

“Dear God! That was close.” Lifting his head, he glanced once again at his wife Mary on the wall. “You must be laughing your ass off right now; my blood pressure is elevated.” Possibly!

Resting back into his chair he closed his eyes and went down memory lane. Flashbacks consuming him he followed his wife one day out to the Shoals where they used to meet before marriage. It was their special spot, their courtship cove as she called it. That is until he discovered that Mary was secretly meeting the missionary Pastor that helped them their first four years to build and bring the Santee nation into God’s house. The photos of he and that pastor long removed from his wall it still seemed as if the man was staring back at him like Mary was now.

Dustin Yi, Korean American born, came to South Carolina on a mission to bring the Santee closer to God, quickly coaxing Mordecai in his younger days to his side. Dustin was charismatic and a charmer. So much so that Mary fell for the man and began sleeping with him behind Mordecai’s back. Not smart! Brash Mordecai who had learned to tame his temper back in the day realized their unspoken connection.

Waiting for just the right moment to strike Mordecai tracked her to the Shoals. Catching the lovers having sex on the rocky beach. Mordecai lost it that day. Reciting scriptures, he took a rock and bashed in Dustin’s skull, killing the man. Thou Shalt Not Kill was lost to him that day. Pleading for her own life Mary told Mordecai that she was pregnant. Uncertain as to the father Mordecai’s temporary insanity led him to murder his own wife, inevitably an unborn child.

Living the remaining years a lie to protect his daughters he simply filed the necessary missing persons reports and left the future to chance. With Dustin also MIA the law concluded that they might have run off together. Mordecai had buried his wife at the Shoals, far enough away that finding her would be impossible. Dustin, he fed to the sharks, tying his body by the neck and weighting his body down until one day the man’s body was no longer existent. Mordecai was never the same. Never caught!

“Dear God! I know there is no forgiveness for my sins. If I must fall over this, I accept my punishment.” With an investigation out there into this new body he knew there was the chance of further exploration. After thirteen years now since that fateful day, surely finding her grave would be unachievable. “Damn! I forgot the stone markers for each of our daughters.” Stupid move Mordecai, chipping first name initials of each child into the stones as his only tribute to Mary. “Hopefully, they are not found.” Too late! Nick found those rocks when he visited Butterfly Island, he simply had not connected any dots. “If I go out there now, I will only make someone suspect my motives. I have to keep my son’s away from there.”

No wonder Mordecai acted as he did when his boys went to work that day at Harbinger Shoals. Forbidding their going back there so close to misery was the smartest thing he thought. So far, the boys had listened. Time to bawl! It was all hitting too close to home.

Sunset! The borrowed beach house of Nick Sanchez. The waves of the Atlantic crashing harder than usual.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Fucking cellphones! Obsibian Opal Savage woke up on her hammock to the ruckus of waves. What should have been serene was interrupted by an alarm that she herself did not set. Grumpy and groggy she just looked at her phone laying in the sand below. The screen had the words “GET YOUR SEXY ASS UP”

“Fuck you, Dyson.” She mumbled, “DIKESON!” Nick Sanchez had his personal computer hacker do his dirty work in reviving the beautifully chiseled bounty hunter and former Black Ops warrior. Nick having pulled her away from the wars and secret missions to work for him exclusively she was beholden to the Major. Her bank account worshipped the man. With her job technically concluded once locating Cybercock aka Jasmine Rivers aka Riviera, more Cybercunt, she needed the downtime. The beeping was not going to stop so Opal rolled out and reached for her phone in the sand. Answering it on speaker she let it be known her distaste. “WHAT GODDAMMIT?”

“Check on your ward. Major’s orders. Just in case she becomes a flight risk.” Dyson spoke up.

“So, now I’m a babysitter? Just send me back to Malaysia where I can find peace between firefights.”

“You know you don’t mean that. This life is a heck of a lot more relaxing.”

“Yeah! Yeah! Let me wake up and I’ll head into Caretaker and check the hotel room. My belly is growling too.”

“Probably the Tigress in your system.”

“I’m immune to that shit once I fuck.”

“You do realize that you’re going to eventually run into that Sheriff, right? You tore that bed up when you seduced him.”

“I didn’t know he was any sheriff. You could have warned me.”

“Where’s the fun in that? You enjoyed yourself even if you did make an enemy of the guy. At least you have the Major to get you out of hot water.” Speaking of hot water, Opal took her phone with her up onto the wooden back deck of the house and sat it out of harm’s way. Stripping out of what little she had on she tested out that outdoor shower finding only cold water.

“Well fuck! Better than nothing.” After refreshing her pores from head to toe she looked about for soap and found a bottle. Opening it she sniffed at it first then puckered over the appealing scent. “Smells like cherry blossoms. Has to be body wash for his whores. Pretty sure Nick wouldn’t wear this scent. Damn! I need to shave my legs. No razor and my hunting knife is in Black Box.” She thought, squirting a healthy amount out of the bottle and began applying it to her legs first, then her hairy bikini area. Continuing onward she reached behind her to soap up her ass then back around to her six-pack abs. Breasts and underarms, shoulders, arms, and neckline last. Avoiding her face due to makeup she simply let her features moisturize on its own, same for her hair. With extensions in her hair that would require shampoo and a lot more work than she had time for.

“What the fuck?”

Her bikini area and armpits began tingling. Legs following suit she lifted her right leg under the water and found stubbles rinsing away. Puzzled by it she touched her pubic hair and a chunk of it stuck to her wet fingers. “OH, FUCK! What did I just use? Battery acid and blossoms in a bottle?” More hair dissolved away at her fingertips as she brushed her thighs. “Unbelievable! At least Dyson can’t see me, Nick’s cameras aren’t trained on me here in the corner. That bitch would never let me hear the end of it. I’m never this stupid. Ugggh!”

Arm pit hair falling out too she didn’t panic, there was no pain involved, just the mental torture of losing her hair. 41-8R4217 last used on Midnight and Dawn Bearpaw was doing its dirty work. Permanent hair removal! “Thank the Lord, I didn’t use that shit on my face, or I’d have lost my brows and lashes. STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!” Too late now! Washing her body thoroughly the soft sensations did feel nice.

“Maybe I deserved that after fucking with the sheriff. Payback is a bitch I guess.” Water off after rinsing her hands repeatedly she dried off and resisted touching her face or scalp. Eying her refection in the accordion doors large glass panes she realized how glossy her body was. “Baby oil Barbie! Lucky me! Could be worse I suppose, I could have changed color. That would have made me shoot the Major in the head.”

Clothing back on she grabbed her guns and made her way back to her van Black Box. Door opening for her thanks to Dyson she immediately put on a pair of driving gloves to feel comfortable enough to rub at her face. “Man, I hope that shit fades away. It has to or Nick’s sluts would be bald. For a guy who rarely laughs he’s going to fall on his ass holding his gut once he learns I used that crap by mistake. Fuck me!” Engine started she pulled out of the neighbors parking area and hit the coastline. Next stop Caretaker!

Back to the Rez!

Lillian Dawn Bearpaw hurried to her room at her grandparents’ home for a few things to assist her in doing as her Kami ordered. With young Lukas Porcupine waiting on her to shower with him she did not want to keep him waiting. Like a baby brother to her it did nag at her emotions but having sworn her loyalty and service to Nick Sanchez she refused to let this get her down. Taking the boy’s virginity was not anything she ever in a million years anticipated but it needed to be done. Disobedience was not in her vocabulary. She simply needed inspiration.

“There it is.” She located her Princess tiara from high school prom. While it was no Wonder Woman tiara it would serve its purpose tonight. “Ooo! I have a star-spangled bikini here too.” Perfect! Although ordered to never wear clothing without permission this would complete her Wonder Woman motif. If she was punished for wearing the bikini, so be it. “Boots! Wait! The last pair I wore Nick fed to Steeltoe. I’ll skip the boots at least.” Grabbing only what was necessary she snuck in on her grandmother Rayna using her sewing machine on one of the dresses for the Sage girls. A kiss to Rayna’s cheek the woman sighed over her granddaughter’s nudity outside of bikini bottoms.

“I will get used to it.”

“I know grandmother. Just know I love you.”

“As do I. Please be careful. Lukas is like family.” She already suspected Dawn’s mission. Swallowing at her eye contact Dawn pouted.

“Forgive me for what I must do.”

“He needs this. Just make certain he does not fall further in love with you than ... oh, we both know it is far too late to avoid that. He will survive. Go before I cry.”

“Goodbye!” No further words Dawn hurried out the front door only to find her grandfather Newton Waterfall on his front deck puffing on a pipe.

“Should I salute you, Lillian?” He sighed in his rocking hair.

“How do you do it? You know I have a flag bikini? How could you possibly ... Oh! I was humming the star-spangled banner in my room. Nothing escapes you.”

“Oh, say can you see ... even when one cannot.”

“You are so awesome, Grandfather.” Another kiss to his cheek she said her farewell and hurried around the home toward the tiny trailer park down the road. Nude outside of her star-spangled bikini bottoms she found more than a few residential eyeballs waving her way. It seemed that everyone was accepting her new, yet old lifestyle. Her perfect body helped! Reaching the trailer of Lukas Porcupine, she did not even bother to knock she simply walked right on in. “I am here Lukas.”

“I know!” Shirtless he was holding a length of rope. “I found your magic lasso.”

“You knew I intended to roleplay as Wonder Woman.” Of course he did, she had mentioned her tiara. “I swear between you and grandpa there are no surprises.”

“Can we shower now. I itch from sawdust.”

“Yes!” She tossed her bikini top and tiara on his rundown sofa, wiggled out of her bikini bottoms then took the rope from him to add to her arsenal. Hand claimed she led him into his small bathroom and stripped the boy of his jeans. Sawdust was definitely clingy. Into a hamper they went. Eying his penis rise right before her eyes she smirked. He was far more well-endowed than she had ever pictured.

“Let’s clean you up.” Stepping into the tub and waiting on him to hesitantly join her she closed the shower door. Firing up the water she shivered until it warmed up. Once at a relaxing temperature she traded places with him and grabbed the bar of soap at her disposal. Palms gliding along his back first she began soaping him up. He was trembling hard at her caress. “Calm down Lukas, let me pamper you.”

“I AM ARES! GOD OF WAR!” He blurted out making her snicker.

“Yes, you are! I am at your mercy Mighty Ares. You have finally tamed this Amazon.”

“I OWN YOUR ASS!” Laying it on thick, Buddy! Of course, that mighty erection was thick. Still, she smiled. For now! “NICK SAYS I DO!”

“Then that is fact.” Her soapy hands reached around him and encircled his erection, softly foaming up his genitals. “A God of War does not tremble. Just find yourself, Lukas.”

“ARES!”

“Yes, find your inner Ares.”

“Outer too!” He chuckled! While she was stroking his dick, he looked down to watch her hands, one stroking, one kneading at his scrotum. “That feels good, Diana.” Princess leaving prints! He then set out to wash his upper body on his own, letting her worship his Godhood below. He needed to feel clean, and she seemed more focused on his dick. No complaints, just itchy. She did pause to massage shampoo into his scalp and observe him moaning at simply that. He liked head! Even if it was the one on his shoulders.

Switching places, he in turn soaped her body up and found himself in awe of touching her private parts. Not his first time at least touching but this time was more intimate. Her body glowing at the moisture really turned him on. At her back his penis intruded into her thigh gap, crossing along her labia. Eyelashes batting over the sensation she herself moaned.

“Oh, Mighty Ares! Your battle staff is remarkable!” She played upon his imagination. “I cannot wait to feel it inside me.”

“I get to ... YES! YOU MUST FEEL MY WRATH!” He joined in on the theatrics. “I WILL MAKE LOVE TO ALL OF THE AMAZONS.”

“No love, Mighty Ares, you must show no mercy. I am but the first of many that you must conquer.”

“What if I only want you?”

“That is your choice, Ares. But a real God of War would demand more than one Amazon.”

“Right! They all need to bow before me and kiss my boot.”

“There! Keep that up, Ares!” She fondled his dick probing out from between her thighs.

“Can we dry off now?”

“Of course! Allow me, Sire.” She shut the water down and stepped out. Helping him out she grabbed his towel and dried him off. “Drink of me Mighty Ares.” She brought his face to her neck, and Lukas began licking her of droplets. Once he began it was her entire body, Lillian Dawn standing there looking at herself in a steamy mirror. On his own knees she was tempted to mention that was her place to do for him but decided to let him do as he wanted. “Quench yourself with the nectar of the Gods. My pussy tastes like ambrosia. Live eternally for me, as I do you, Mighty Ares.” That did it, Junior God of War was licking her clit.

“Oh, fuck!” Holding the sides of his head she thrust her pussy at his face and the boy fed upon her, uncertain just how far to go. Awkward in stance she released him and turned her back bending forward over the tub. He took the bait and licked the condensation of her ass cheeks. Reaching around she pried her cheeks wider, and it was there Ares found delight. Her vulva wide he licked it, tongue instinctively diving within. “YES, ARES! EAT ME!”

All new to the young man he did his best, Lillian guiding his moves by adding fingers. He even adapted well to licking her asshole. Good GOD of WAR! Shivering she stopped him before an orgasm struck and made him stand up. “Not yet! Let me wear my costume. Go to your chamber, Ares. Await me!”

“DO NOT MAKE ME WAIT HARLOT!”

“Not long, Ares. I need you. Patience, My Lord!”

“THE GOD OF WAR HAS NO PATIENCE!” Also, no choice! Smirking at him she sent him to his room and hurried out to the living room. Before putting on her bikini and tiara she laughed at the irony and performed multiple 360’s like Lynda Carter did back in the day, magic curtain cord in her hands.

Dizzy upon her fourth twirl she looked around and noticed eyes in the windows. Curtains wide open she realized all of those neighbors that waved earlier were now peeping toms. Setting aside the length of rope, she razzed them all as she put on her patriotic bikini and scurried down the hall. Curtains wide open even in the bedroom she shook her head just waiting on her audience.

“Nick would love hearing how I performed in from of others. As long as Lukas doesn’t get freaked out let them.” Tying herself up in the ropes the best she could she went on in to find Lukas beating off. “I am your hostage, Ares!”

“You wear the lasso; you must tell the truth.”

“Yes! I must!”