Chapter 384: God and I Go Head-to-Head, and the Best Man Wins

Monday, July 2, 2007 (Continued)

We ran to the bedroom, me carrying D-Cup. I laid our poor, shattered, previously inexperienced, previously Good Girl on a sofa in our bedroom. Whether inspired by Nevaeh's monster of an orgasm, or by my obvious desire to reward Carol, Ava and Julia had already thrown Carol onto the bed and had leaped into action on her. I hurried to join in.

We all hurried to get Carol off before our sleeping beauty stirred. Carol was already excited so that took very little time. Nevaeh showed no sign of recovering and Mom has always told me that "If anything's worth doing, it's worth doing well." Carol is VERY worth doing, so we did her again, slower this time. We made it last until Nevaeh stirred about fifteen minutes later - I think her body had decided it needed a real nap, probably because she'd got so little sleep last night. Her stirring was no more than an incomprehensible mumble accompanied by a small decrease in her degree of unconsciousness, but it prompted us to give Carol a nice finish and then start working on Ava.

A minute or so later, a voice was heard mumbling from across the room, "Whher am I?"

I answered, "Heaven."

"Ha... {GROAN}. It hurts! What happened?"

"You had a very good multiple-orgasm and it overwhelmed your body."

I left Ava briefly to go get Nevaeh and carry her back to the bed, placing her on the side of it with a couple of pillows under her head so she could watch us. It would be good for her education to see my three girls in full-on action with each other. We are VERY experienced at three- and foursome sex now, and we know each other's bodies superbly as I've trained all the girls on what they all like best. The only change to the routine now was to have Carol and me keep a little distance from each other. If the bed had been any bigger, Carol and I could've lost sight of each other over the horizon, so we had no problem avoiding too much intimate contact.

Once Nevaeh got her breath and consciousness fully back, she wanted to talk, but I cut her off, "Not now, Nevaeh. My girls spent a lot of time today giving you pleasure because you're our guest. Now it's time they had their turn..."

"Sorry Mark..."

"Don't be; we enjoyed it. Just lie there and watch. You'll be participating in sessions like these fairly often, so look and learn."

"Oh boy."

A couple of minutes later she said, "You guys are VERY good at sex. You move so smoothly, especially you, Mark."

"You can help a little. Reach out with your hand and caress whoever's closest to you. You can just rest your hand on them if you're too sore to move much. Any skin contact is a nice feeling."

We kept our session short, finishing thirty minutes later.

I left the girls in bed while I went to get the rest of our lunches and some fruit drinks.

On my return, Nevaeh asked me, "Julia said you don't get tired, and you don't do you? I can see you're moving around easily."

"I've got an enormous amount of endurance. In sex my partners always give up before I do. That's part of the reason why I have multiple girlfriends, although the real reason Julia encourages me to have so many is so they can all gang up together to tease me."

"I think they need to gang up for self-defense against you. You're too good at everything, especially sex."

Julia agreed, "EXACTLY right. Mark's awesome at everything."

Nevaeh added, "And, umm, especially with your thing - your cock - being 'ribbed' like that. I asked Julia about it just before, and she said God changed you to make you a better lover than any other guy has ever been."

"That's right. Last night you were concerned about my having multiple lovers and I didn't want to offend you by showing you my cock then, but now it should be obvious to you that God wants me to enjoy my life in many ways, including with sex. The ribs He added to my cock don't change my physical pleasure but they do increase my lovers' pleasure, so I get to enjoy giving them more pleasure and seeing their happiness, which makes it a very unselfish and moral improvement; exactly the sort of thing you'd expect God to do. It's also extremely good proof that He wants people to enjoy sex."

"I'll say!" agreed Nevaeh. "I'm amazed that He would do things like that. They NEVER talk about that sort of thing at church!"

"Yeah, it's very sad that they've gone so far away from what God wants."

^-- "Speaking of God, I'll do that communication with Him that I talked about before, if you promise not to distract us the way you did last time."

"Me! What did I do?"

"Don't you have ANY IDEA how good you looked in that bikini!"

"Haha, {GROAN}. Please no jokes."

"It wasn't a joke. You have a spectacular body, and in that bikini it looks even better, which I would've thought was impossible."

"Thanks, but your girlfriends are..."

"{Raspberry}" x 3 from all from the girls. I diplomatically kept quiet.

Julia added, "It's going to be a real pleasure taking you shopping, Nevaeh. I've already got several designers in mind that I want to take you to see."

"DESIGNERS! Who?"

Remember that when Nevaeh first arrived at our home I made a little comment about her being nicely dressed, and that I should check to see whether her family might be suspicious about her overdressing for a day's solitary thinking? The next several minutes brought me some good news and some bad news, and then the bad news quickly descended into REALLY TERRIBLE news. The good news was that I learned that Nevaeh's family wouldn't be suspicious about how well she'd dressed today because she dresses nicely all the time. The terrible news was that Nevaeh REALLY loves fashion, EVEN WORSE than most girls do! She and Julia started RAVING together about designers, fashion, the next season's trends, their predictions for season-after-that's trends. Nevaeh knew what she was talking about and even impressed Julia; it was TERRIBLE! Oh GOD!

Of all the terrible things that could've gone wrong today, I was caught flat-footed and without a contingency plan by the disaster of Julia and Nevaeh hitting it off. My suspicion that it was going to be truly dreadful was confirmed when Julia said, "We have to allocate you a LOT more closet space."

#1: <Julia is going to use Nevaeh as a living, breathing Barbie Doll to play "Dress-Up" games with. I think we should object! Doesn't Julia know it's morally wrong to use a girl just for her body?>

#14: <Groan. It's SO HARD to find the perfect girl, even with God helping!>

I didn't have a contingency plan, but I did have a distraction. It's very rare that I have a distraction that can compete with high-end fashion - the "never before" kind of "very rare" - but I had one now. I lied, "Sorry to interrupt ladies, but I've got several important issues that need to be worked on first. A conversation with God, for example. I'm operating on the assumption that talking to God about Nevaeh's life is more important than fashion, but I'm aware that you might have other ideas, so let me know if you think I'm being silly?"

My girls attacked me, and then Julia told Nevaeh, "We're sorry for Mark's sense of humor. He's good for fetching things off high shelves so we're willing to put up with his humor most of the time."

^-- Turning to me, Julia waved her finger at me, accusing, "Why would you want to drive such a nice girl away by exposing her to your worst vice on her very first date with us? Shame on you for trying to be funny in front of Nevaeh. She's a poor, innocent girl. She's never been forced to endure hardships like that before."

Ava declared Julia the winner again, but I was given the consolation prize of being allowed to talk about whatever was on my mind, "I've got several items I need to work my way through:" I counted off on my fingers as I listed them:

^-- "First, I should explain to the rest of you why I was saying I owned Nevaeh's body. Doing that first will help you understand some of the later points.

^-- "Second, I need to talk with God about something to do with Nevaeh, that comes out of the first point.

^-- "Third, then I want to discuss something I'll call 'Initial Orders', which I'll explain when we get to it.

^-- "Fourth, I've got something about Sondarm School to check with Nevaeh.

^-- "Fifth, a general discussion for what we intend to do with Nevaeh over the next few weeks.

^-- "Sixth, Nevaeh might have some points or questions she wants discussed.

^-- "Does anyone else have anything for the agenda? No? Okay. Nevaeh, would you like to describe why I own you?"

"I swore an oath to God?"

Nevaeh was looking at me, but I already knew the story so I told her, "Explain it to Julia, Carol and Ava please."

"Okay. It was when..." She did a reasonable job of explaining it, taking a bit longer than necessary. That would eat into their shopping-discussion time so I kept quiet. My girls easily understood the reality behind Nevaeh's story, the "blazing flash of light" not fooling them for a moment.

When the description was over, I said, "In summary, Nevaeh made a miraculous type of oath to God. The exact words that miraculously came out of my mouth were, 'Do you swear to God to obey my orders to the very best of your ability.' For obvious reasons Nevaeh considers herself incredibly powerfully bound to keep to her oath.

^-- "One thing Nevaeh didn't mention is that I have a strong feeling that I can cancel her oath whenever I want. Sort of like ripping up a contract because then it'll be all gone. I could do that tomorrow, or in a hundred years, or any time in between. It's up to me. Except obviously not tomorrow because I want to see Nevaeh in that bikini some more first..."

"Haha. I can wear it for you whenever you want."

"I'm sorry, but you look so good in that bikini that I'm not willing to take the risk that you might change your mind. I can guarantee that you're not going to get out of your oath to obey me any time this summer, that's for sure! More seriously, I'm very worried what might happen to Nevaeh if she breaks her oath, especially if she breaks it accidentally. I might order her to do something and then she forgets it, but remembers it again when it's too late. I'd be very pissed off at God if He hurt her for something like that."

^-- I'd chosen the language and angry tone of my last sentence carefully, and as I'd expected, Nevaeh was scared by both the manner and content of my speech. I reacted to her reaction by telling her, "Nevaeh, don't worry about how I talk with God. You have zero experience at talking to the real God, while I've got more than any other person alive. Your opinion of how God should be talked to is what your church has taught you, and we all know what we think of that crap! I'm the world's expert on the real God, okay?"

"Yes. It's hard to ignore what I've been taught."

"I think it's scary how deeply their prejudices are programmed into us, and we don't even know it.

^-- "The other thing I'm very worried about is what Nevaeh might do to herself if she thinks she's failed to obey properly. I'll be VERY pissed off at myself if she hurts herself because of an order of mine."

"Why would you be pissed off at yourself?" Obviously that was Nevaeh asking because my girls understood why.

"Because NONE of my orders will ever be worth more to me than your being healthy and happy. You're important to me, okay?"

Nevaeh took a moment to appreciate the moment, then said, "Thank you very much. You're very nice to me."

"You're a good person and you don't deserve any less than being cared for. And that was BEFORE I saw you in the bikini!"

"Haha, Ow! Stop making jokes; it hurts too much."

Julia said, "We told you he liked those bikinis."

"He sure does. I'll wear it every chance I can for you, Mark."

"Thanks, sweetie. I honestly, sincerely, and lecherously appreciate it."

"Haha. {groan}. Stop with the jokes PLEASE!"

"I'm ready to talk with the angel now about how I want God to manage the oath Nevaeh swore. Has anyone got any points before I call for the angel?"

"{Gulp}. What's going to happen to me?"

"I'm going to argue in your favor so well, and you'll be so impressed by me, that you'll leap on top of me and offer me more sex."

"Haha. Oww! {Groan}. You're too cruel! I mean what's going to happen if I accidentally break my oath? That was a REAL oath, the sort that CAN'T be broken, so I'm very worried about that!"

"I agree that you certainly shouldn't break it, but I've never seen one of those oaths before so I need to talk with God about it so I can understand my responsibilities to you. ANGEL! Appear please."

The Guardian Angel - no doubt forced to do so by my commanding tone - appeared at the foot of the bed.

"Have you been listening to us?"

It nodded in the way that it does.

"If Nevaeh breaks her oath by disobeying one of my orders, will she be punished?"

Nods.

"Who by? If God, go up to the ceiling, if by me to the floor, if something else stay where you are."

It went to the ceiling.

"Oh no!" worried Nevaeh.

I declared, "That's NOT acceptable! Is the Big Cheese listening?" A sudden inhalation from Nevaeh, but no comment.

The angel nodded.

"Listen here, God! I don't agree with YOUR punishing Nevaeh if she disobeys one of MY orders. It's MY order, for heaven's sake, so it's no skin off your nose!" Nevaeh cringed.

One of our cellphones floated into the air and we heard a message being typed on it. It floated to me so I could look at it and read out, "It says: 'Miss Nevaeh Smith made oath to me. She break, I punish.'"

"Oh no," from an even more worried Nevaeh.

I countered God, "At the time she made her oath she was talking to me. It was me she was wishing to serve."

The cellphone did its thing again.

"It says: 'True, but weak and insufficient. Miss Nevaeh Smith knew she was swearing to me.'"

I paused for a thought, then seemed to have a good idea, "Listen, Smarty Pants, YOU found Nevaeh for me, and your angel dragged Carol and me to Nevaeh's house. You pushed Nevaeh into my arms, which made me responsible for her. She's MY responsibility, not yours anymore. You abrogated your responsibility. She is MY property. Keep your grubby hands OFF MY PROPERTY!" Poor Julia was having trouble holding back her laughter, while poor Nevaeh was worried sick and not too pleased with her defense counsel's calling the Judge rude names.

The cellphone received God's reply and offered it to me. I informed my audience, "It says: 'Conceded Miss Nevaeh Smith. Not conceded oath.'"

With a panicky voice, Nevaeh asked, "What does that mean?"

"It means God agrees that you are my property and that I'm responsible for you..."

"PHEW! Thank God!" I was amused by the appropriateness of her second exclamation.

"Not so fast, Nevaeh. The message says I own you, but it also says that God still owns the oath you made to Him."

"Oh. Umm, what are you going to do?"

"I'm thinking about it. Give me a second."

I pretended that it took me several seconds, then I told the air, "What we've got here, God, is layered responsibilities. My ownership takes chronological and contractual priority over your oath. If Nevaeh breaks one of my orders, I get first dibs at punishing her. It'd be immoral of you to punish her twice for the same crime, so if I punish her, you cannot. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it!"

The cellphone keys clattered, then moved back into my hand. I looked at the phone, reading out, "It says: 'Conceded you have priority. If your punishment is too minor, I will consider you've abrogated your responsibility to enforce your rights and I will exercise mine.' That's pretty good."

"What does it mean?" asked D-Cup with concern.

"It means that if you fail to obey me, then God will let me punish you first. If I punish you appropriately then God won't do anything to you, but if I don't punish you enough - say if I fined you $1 or something else silly - then God will step in and punish you."

"How much is 'enough'?"

"That's the big question. In fact, I'll ask God the same question. God, please define 'too minor'?"

God did It's thing to the phone for a few seconds. I picked it out of midair and read, "It says: 'You will define it with your attitude at the time.' Ahh! Good answer. Okay God, we have a deal."

The Guardian Angel disappeared.

"WHAT HAPPENED?"

"It's a good deal, Nevaeh. It's like we said before. I get to punish you first if you fail to obey me. If I punish you enough, then God won't punish you Himself. What we just agreed was what the word 'enough' means, which is whatever I think it means at the time, which is very clever of God. I'll give you an example. Let's say I ordered you to give me $100 of your own money but you failed to do it. If my punishment was a fine of $1, that'd obviously be stupid of me, and God would punish you himself. But let's say I ordered you to give me a dime. If you disobeyed me and I punished you by fining you $1, that would probably be a perfectly acceptable punishment. In both cases the punishment was a fine of $1, but in one case it was far too little and in the other case it was enough. What God is saying is that He's not going to define what 'enough' means because it depends too much on the circumstances of the disobedience. What He's going to do is read my mind when I punish you. If I honestly believe that I punished you enough then God will be happy, but if I deliberately knew I punished you too little then He will punish you himself. So God's answer about what 'enough' means is that it means whatever I HONESTLY think it means."

"Wow, that's very smart."

"It certainly is," agreed Julia, who was looking right at me and talking about the next level.

Ava knew there was a trick, though she couldn't see all of it, but I heard Carol whisper to her, "I'll tell you later." When Nevaeh misbehaves - which all girls do, if only because they don't look at life the same way as guys, so they make strange judgments - I can punish her however I want, and tell her that I honestly believe it is enough. And so it would prove to be because God won't do anything more. It lets me have total control, and I'll always be able to invent some bullshit reason to turn some terrible drama that Nevaeh might think deserves suicide into an easily managed punishment.

Nevaeh exclaimed, "Oh my God! I just realized you beat God in an argument, and it was for ME! That's incredible. That..."

#18: <That's too silly, is what that is.>

#29: <I've got a VERY good way of turning it to our advantage: God was testing us.>

#30 :<Yeah, that's always a good one because it excuses any craziness.>

"Haha. Sorry, Nevaeh. It wasn't like that at all. Not even close."

"It wasn't?"

"There is NO WAY I can beat God in an argument. He knows my mind inside out. He'll have known how the argument would end even before it started. God's training me for the future. That was just a little test for me. It was a true test - because if you disobey me that's what will happen to you - but mostly God was giving me a test. It wasn't the sort of test you're used to. God doesn't need to test me because He already knows all about me. What He was doing was letting me test myself so I know my own capabilities. It's like school giving you a test that you take, but then you decide how well you did. Do you understand?"

"Only a little?"

"You said before that you thought I won an argument against God, so you presumably think I did pretty well in that argument, don't you?"

"I think you were WONDERFUL! I was REALLY scared. I could easily make a mistake and mess up one of your orders. If I do that, I'd much rather have you punish me. I'm terrified of God punishing me. You get to go first and all you have to do is give me a punishment you think is fair. I think that's a wonderful result. You're my hero! I DO want to jump on you and give you more sex but I'm too sore. When I'm better, I'm going to thank you as hard as I can!"

"I heartily agree that all heroes should be rewarded. Maybe even two or three times. I'm happy you think I passed, but the point of the test was for me to decide how well I did. Which I agree was pretty good. Do you understand that what God is doing to me is giving me tests from time to time, Nevaeh?"

"I think so. We just saw one."

"You've actually seen two tests. There's another test going on right now. Can you see what it is?"

Nevaeh looked around, as did Ava and Carol. Julia didn't bother, knowing she wasn't going to see anything, although her proximity reading showed puzzlement so she didn't know what I was referring to.

I gave them a few seconds, then said, "The other test is YOU, Nevaeh."

"Me what? I don't understand. What are you doing with me?"

"I don't know. I know God gave you to me, so I think part of the test is to work out what the test is. I'm being tested, and I don't even know what the test is about. I have to find that out for myself."

"That sounds unfair."

"It's not unfair, sweetie. Remember the tests are all about showing me things about myself. I decide how well I pass each test. He's just making me do interesting things so I can see how good I am at them."

"Oh. That's not so bad then."

"I'll give you an example of how tricky God is: 24 hours ago I didn't have a clue who you were, and now I'm VERY responsible for you. God found you for me, and He pushed you into my life, right?"

"I'll say! My whole life has changed because He pushed me into yours."

"God has given you to me as a test. I've been scratching my head but I can't think of what it is yet. Obviously it starts with my being so responsible for you. I find it very suspicious how fast I have become your owner. I think God set that up to happen..."

"He tricked me?"

"Not at all. God is too moral to misuse people. You want to be owned by me. It makes you happy and it turns you on. Likewise, I like owning you and that turns me on. There are many things about us that suit each other very nicely. God didn't trick us to be together. What He did was find you for me, made sure we met, and then He sat back and let nature take its course. We're together because we want to be. If you want to leave, you're perfectly free to any time you want..."

"But I've sworn to obey you."

"Which I'd cancel. I am NEVER going to keep you against your will, Nevaeh. You're free to leave any time you want."

"I don't want to, Mark. I love being here with you and Julia and everyone."

"You singled out Julia's name to mention. That's ANOTHER example of how moral God is. He found me a new girlfriend who loves following what fashion designers are doing, knowing that girl would be IRRESISTIBLE to Julia!"

Julia laughed at how tricky God was. She also added, "Nevaeh isn't YOUR girlfriend any longer; she's mine! You can borrow her sometimes though, if we're not busy discussing important fashion developments, haha."

"God's got a lot to answer for, doesn't he?" (Note the lower-case "he". I was talking about myself, which Julia would understand.)

"He's doing very well so far," disagreed Julia.

I resumed, "Like I was saying, Nevaeh, I've very quickly gained an enormous amount of responsibility for a girl that I didn't even know existed a day ago. I even 'own you', which is very extreme. That happened so quickly and so thoroughly that I'm sure it was a setup. Now think about the argument with God a few minutes ago. We both agree I won it. Before the argument, if you disobeyed me it was God's responsibility to punish you. At the end of the argument, I'd 'persuaded' God into letting me be even more responsible for you. I think God deliberate set up that argument so when I did well in THAT test, it would make me even more responsible for you, to help with the much bigger and more important other test. God is VERY smart!"

^-- When they'd all expressed their admiration at God's smartness, I said, "Other than having a great deal of power over you, and responsibility too, I don't have a clue what God has in mind for my test that involves you. I can't even guess the timeframe. It might be next week, or after you turn eighteen, or even later. Until that becomes clear to me, we'll mostly just be having good times together: hanging around the pool, having sex... ,"

"Going on shopping trips," injected Julia.

"Thank you, Julia. I'm sure that activity wouldn't have occurred to me.

^-- "So Nevaeh, don't be concerned if nothing seems to be happening. We'll just be hanging around and doing stuff together for the fun of it, until I learn enough to understand what this test is about. As I said, that could take months or years. Okay?"

"I'd rather do that than have any more tests; they're SCARY! I don't know how you do it! You don't even know what the tests are, what the rules are, or ANYTHING! But you're so calm about it. I'd be a terrified wreck if God was setting me tests, even if I knew what they were."

Julia thought this was a GREAT manipulation-game, and she couldn't resist adding, "Now you know how special Mark is. Not only is Mark strong enough to face God's tests, but Mark is so special that God is putting a lot of time and effort into making up the tests in the first place. God is helping Mark grow into the best possible human being he can, with huge responsibilities, very strong morals, and whatever else God thinks is important. Mark told you a while ago that he isn't special because God is helping him; but that it's the other way around: that God's helping him because he's special. Now you can see exactly what Mark means."

"I'LL SAY! Mark must be INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT! He must be MILLIONS of times more important than anyone else. I can't..."

Julia interrupted, and in a forceful voice, demanded, "Listen to me, Nevaeh. You will NEVER understand how important Mark is. It is IMPOSSIBLE for you to ever do that. My mother and father are very, very smart people, and they can't understand how important Mark is. Everyone Mark lives with has been trying to understand, and the only thing we know is that we can't even see the tiniest glimpse of it, and that's after living with him every day for years. Mark is SO IMPORTANT, that even when the Government screwed up and got Mark killed, God had to fix it by bringing Mark back to life. MARK'S SO IMPORTANT THAT GOD CAN'T EVEN LET HIM BE DEAD!"

"Oh my GOD! That's HUGE! That's ... I'm not sure what that is. I can't imagine how important that makes Mark. He's miles more important than ANYONE has ever been before..."

Julia corrected Nevaeh, "My family and I think Mark is more important than EVERY other person ADDED TOGETHER."

#14: <I doubt Prof and Vanessa think that, but Julia sure means it.>

"Wow! I feel dizzy. I knew Mark was special, but what you've just said is WAY bigger than that. I had no idea before. Boy oh boy!"

"None of us have sworn an oath to God, Nevaeh, but all of us - Carol, Ava, Donna, my parents, his parents and me - will do whatever we can to help Mark. We don't need an oath to God to make us want to serve him."

"Nor do I any more! You've opened my eyes, Julia..."

#20: <While also pulling the wool over them. That's a good trick.>

" ... I'll do anything he wants. Or you too, Julia. Just tell me what Mark needs and I'll do everything I can."

#1: <Look how eager she is. We're not going to need to give her the "Obey My Girls" order like we intended.>

#9: <We don't even need the Oath To God any more. We could cancel that now - not that we'd risk losing control over those tits - and she'd still obey us. I think we've been seriously underestimating the value of a Christian education for young girls.>

#29: <Not that we wouldn't have anyway, but we'll keep our eyes open for any more easily corrupted tits when we get to Sondarm.>

#26: <It might be a good idea to set up separate boy and girl art teams, so we can interact with the girls' team easier.>

Julia smiled in victory, saying, "That's good to know, Nevaeh. Let me ask you a question. After you go home tonight, what are you going to do if Mark doesn't call you?"

"Ahh. I think Mark wants me to call him, because if he calls my family might get suspicious if they're with me."

"We'll use a better system than that. Change Mark's name in your phone so it's very similar to the name of a girlfriend of yours that your parents know about but don't know her parents so they can't check up easily. When Mark wants to talk with you, he'll send you a text message telling you to call. As soon as you can get some privacy, you do that. Or if you can't get any privacy, send him back a message telling him it might take an hour or whenever you think you might be able to get free, just to give him an indication."