Weathering Storms

by Taborri Walker

  “She will not die. God Almighty has great plans for her!” His hands continued their roving, his voice grew thick with lust. Both women heard it.

  “And you will carry out His plans?”

  “I am God’s Chosen, woman.”

  “You are my husband.”

  “What be thy meaning?”

  “I know what I hear. I know what I see. Your pants bulge. I cannot bear a child for you, I never could. You desire – “

  His hands left Sesha’s body and Beulah pulled up the gown but kept her sitting up, in her arms. The man sat on another chair with a heavy sigh.

  “Rememberest thou the history of Abram, how he was called from the sinful city of Ur and shown to a land where God did bless him.”

  “Yes,” now the woman’s tone was unsure.

  “Thou knowest that the Lord God gave the same command to his lowly Servant here, and I dids’t obey. Wife, He Who Abounds in Love and Faithfulness continues to speak to my soul; we walk and talk as he did with Abram. And thou are my Sarai. It has been shown me that this woman be Hagar, my wife. Study the Word and thou shalt see it be likewise… give her to me an’ there shalt be answer to much prayer.”

  “Thou knowest how that history ended, husband. Hagar did despise Sarai, she and the child fled and their hand was turned against all. If thou likens thyself to Abram, what wilt befall?”

  “Shalt not be alike,” Allway’s hands took Sesha’s shoulders and laid her back down, tenderly. “Thou shalt love this woman and her seed, shalt share in the miracle. The Lord gave; blessed be the Name of the Lord. Now my Sarai, leave us. I desire to pray over her.”

  Beulah dropped the required litany. “You are not Abram, nor I Sarai and I will not give you another woman in marriage to bear your son!” The woman’s voice was tight, anger barely held in check. “You desire to do something over her but I wager it is not prayer.”

  Suddenly his hands were off Sesha and she heard a crack! He had slapped his wife, and hard too, for Sesha was rocked by the blow.

  Shni? Understanding brought horror. He’s – going – to –

  You have to wake up, Sesh, you can’t let him do this!

  She found, though, she was sliding sideways off the bed, her body still barely responsive. The couple had to grab for her. She was lifted and resettled on the pillows. Damn it all that Sesha couldn’t activate her wrist gem to record what he was going to do!

  If you could just touch the pad, you could program it to begin! Shni was yelling at her.

  Give me another seizure, then! It seemed that, if she truly believed in deities, that the Venvenagium Goddess of Calamity was having a very large haw-haw-haw at her.

  “I will pray,” the man hissed, anger in every word, “ and God will answer as He sees fit. You will not argue with me anymore or you will find yourself in similar position of other members! Understand, woman?” The veiled threat even Sesha understood.

  “Yes, my Lord.” his wife carefully redressed Sesha, pulled the covers over her and walked out, her very steps screaming disapproval. The door shut with a slam; moments later there was another as Beulah went down the hall to another room to wait there.

  Allway’s hands moved the gown and slid down past her belly and to Sesha’s horror she felt as he moved her legs apart. Without warning the body he was covetously touching burst into a seizure!

  Startled, the Reverend threw the thick quilt back over her body and laid over her, holding her under him. It was the perfect opportunity; Sesha, in her quaking, got her arms underneath her. The computer had a wonderful program of projecting itself in her mind so she could key in anything, no matter the visual field. Then her seizure slowed and the heavy man rose. With careful manipulation Allway maneuvered the blanket around her legs yet exposing her genitals.

  Gently he spread her labia, exploring every inch of her. Sesha bit her tongue harder as he slipped a finger into her vagina, probed, and then inserted a second finger. If not for her too real condition, it would have taken every ounce of will power plus Gem’s help to keep her body completely relaxed. The nerve of this… biped! He had no right! But yet she knew in his mind he believed he had complete right to do this…”examination.” There would be no convincing him that he was committing a crime. And through it all he was talking, fairly loudly.

  “’For God giveth to a man that is good in his sight wisdom, and knowledge, and joy’ and for that I praise Thee; ‘The LORD giveth wisdom: out of his mouth cometh knowledge and understanding.’ I shall haply do Thy Will, My King.”

  He pulled his hand out, and turning her, laid her leg on top of the other. Then he gently touched what he thought was her anal skin. He ran his hand up her buttocks, stopping short of her injuries.

  Sesha knew what was coming, yet if she would meet her goal she must not stop him. The lives of her crewmates were more important at the moment, and she would do whatever it took to achieve the goal of saving their lives.

  Uh, Sesha?

  I have no choice, Gem! If I fight back he’ll discover the falsehood, we could be killed, the crew will die, the ship lost! I have to feel every bit of it too, for the recorder! Please, please hold me, help me endure it, Shni!

  The man pulled the coverlet off her completely and lifted her limp body to the end of the bed. He then crossed her arms over her stomach and made sure her legs hung completely down. Sesha felt everything in vivid sensation as he worked the nightgown up to her waist while he continued to pray.

  “I trust in the Lord; let the Lord rescue me. Let him deliver me since he delights in me. Yet you brought me out of the womb; you made me trust in You even at my mother’s breast. From Birth I was cast upon you; from my mother’s womb you have been my God.”

  Her legs were spread again, wider this time, and his hands left her thighs – to open his pants, she knew. Sesha started breathing unsteadily, shallow, quick as fear truly assailed her.

  Her legs were lifted some, she felt him press against her and then he was in her, violating her, using her for his own ends. Now it was time to react as one in her state would, but oh, she wished she could do more!

  Sesha moved her head some, letting a sound of distress peep out of her mouth, and began panting. His hand reached up and covered her mouth, so she let out a wail and tossed her head more violently, beginning to peddle her legs some with the horror of what was happening.

  Then his organ was out of her, and she commenced to relax and sob, thinking the rape was over. She felt his hands under her back and mewed with pain and started shaking again, but not quite the seizure.

  “Oh my Lord God,” her Wrist Gem translated a general deity instead of one of the many specific ones in the Alliance, “see how the child reacts… heal her with your Power, allow her to live so she may fulfill your Commands to this most humble follower of Thyself.” He lifted and turned her on her stomach then. Again her legs dangled off the bed, and she felt him spread her enough to enter again. Sesha screamed, managing to lift her head some and struggle, eyes closed. Then his huge hand pressed her head down, burying her face in the covers, muffling the cries as he began to thrust again.

  Sesha moved her mind away from the sharpness of the sensations, her body moving as he thrust, the pain she was enduring and thought about what it would be like to turn the flash tube on him, burning his head off and letting the other people in to see him dead in his position of violation.

  “Oh Lord, I rejoice in your strength. How great is my joy in the victories you give! You have granted me the desire of my heart and have not withheld the request of my lips. You welcomed me with rich blessings and placed a crown of pure gold on my head. I asked you for life and you gave it to me – length of days forever and ever.”

  The imagination kept her distracted; he exploded into her and soon backed out and she had not moved much, not that she was able to. Somehow his loud prayers had continued. It was as if he could be two people at once. Multiple Personalities? She wondered. Probably. Now he spoke his Amen, and pulled her gown back down
. As he lifted her back onto the bed the rest of the way he was whispering.

  “Now, mystery woman, the one whom God has given me as answer to my prayers; God will guide my seed, and soon you will show you are with child. Just as it was with King David, ‘and he went in unto her, and lay with her: and she bare a son, and he called his name Solomon: and the LORD loved him’ I will proclaim it a miracle of the Lord Jesus Christ and adopt the child as my own. When my wife dies from her illness, I will wed you and we will have many more children. If it is a boy, he shall be my heir to the Gospel and together we will establish the Kingdom of God on earth. If --” It seemed to Sesha that he had another thought, “-- you have a girl, we will disguise it and raise it as a boy. That will be Satan in you fighting the Lord God Almighty. And if you do not become gravid this time, my poor wife shall fall ill sooner so you and I may formally wed then, to have the children God desires of me. So heal, my sweet newly consecrated Hagar, whom the Lord has given me. We have much of God’s work to do!” With that he kissed her flaccid lips and left the room.

  Sesha lay there, wanting to tremble, break into tears and rip the bastard’s head off. Her first assumptions of this person had been correct – he was an immoral, self-serving demon using a gullible people to achieve power and fulfill his lust in a way that didn’t spark his internal sense of morality. If he had one, that is.

  Now the problem was to record the semen leaking from between her legs and the physical symptoms his violation had left.

  Nuther seizure as soon as Beulah touches me, a bad one too. Hate to do it to her, but…

  Beulah crept back into the room and shut the door. She pushed a chair against the door to prevent anyone from entering, then proceeded put her patient back to right. Her husband hadn’t even knocked on her door, just left, so she came when she heard the second door shut. Seeing the child crooked, the woman slid hands under her belly to lift her onto the bed.

  And went down onto the floor as the seizure began, the worst thus far. Keening, flailing, her body contorting in ways that reopened wounds the girl was clearly in the most horrible distress yet. Beulah just sat on the floor and held her until she was able to reach the large bowl of fresh water delivered every two hours. Cupping a hand in, Beulah carried some over and wet the very pale face.

  It helped, so the Nurse kept up the washing until the Eanling was quiet. And Sesha truly was, having passed out again. But she’d done what was needed, recorded the stuff leaking from her and the computer set to record all conversation and compress the data as much as it could be. That had taken Shni’s help, due to the still not enough healed head injury. Both Beings, alive and recorded, knew they were in for a lot of trouble when – if – they got home.

  Beulah laid Sesha out carefully on the floor, pulled down a small bolster and tucked it under her head then dipped a cloth in the pot of lukewarm herbal water and washed her face first.

  “I am so sorry, child. If you realize what he’s done, I’m sure you’re more horrified than I am. After all you’ve been through… to have the same crime committed by one supposed to save you would be more than I could bear.” Moving the nightgown, Beulah started washing one thigh, slowly moving up. “If there is any part in your mind that realizes what I’m doing, know I’m trying to help you, poor child. I will do my best not to hurt you.”

  Sesha was truly unconscious, but Shni could hear and the Wrist Gem Computer was still recording. The Venven man fully understood why Sesha was doing this and after this incident the Nestram woman would figure out a way to make him pay for his crimes. This just got far more personal than she could ever have imagined!

  “I pray you not become with child – tell me, what went wrong with him? He was once a truly Godly man, I thought, when I fell in love with him and we were wed.” She fell silent as she sponged her down gently, and even pushed the cloth into Sesha’s vagina and twisted it, trying to clean out what she could in hopes of preventing a pregnancy.

  There was a tapping on the door; Deborah and Delia were back, but Beulah just spoke through. “Please to have Aunt Florence and Grace come first, I need them. Then I will have you return.” There was a moment of silence before the sounds of steps going.

  Shni kept a fetally positioned Sesha close to him. Getting pregnant wasn’t even a close worry for Sesha, needing one of her species only, but on top of that, she didn’t have the ‘equipment.’

  Years ago Sesha had decided against having children, and went to a Cell Revisionist. The Ajjekarian used a procedure on her that revised her Bearing organs back to pre-birth stage, and put them in stasis. This way, if at any time she changed her mind, they could be revised again and be fresh and ready to produce an optimal child. But for now, all Sesha had was the Pleasure areas. So the “seed” as he called it, was wasted.

  What worried Shni was what this actual crime was doing to his host. Sesha’s childhood had been wonderful, her planetary continent at peace, everyone’s needs met, good educations and things to keep a child busy. Sesha had had a hand in everything and wanted more, so upon reaching Apprentice age, had gone to the Capital Continent and bounced from place to place until one of the Upper Echelons saw her brazenly enter a shop where the prices were so far out of her league that a lifetime salary couldn’t cover even a pair of stockings.

  The shop owner knew that as well and went to throw her out but the Upper was interested and watched, noticing that Sesha was not shopping for herself, but watching another Upper in the store with her child, buying for her. The little Phenjamian wasn’t happy with anything being shown, pulled out of the parent’s grasp and went to stomp out – stopping in front of an outfit seemingly hanging in the air in her way. It was complete from head to toe and the girl’s face lit up, thrilled to see such a display. Snatching it, she took it – and Sesha – back to her mother, who hired her on the spot to finish buying for the child.

  Four other stores were visited; in each one the mother smiled and was doted on as Sesha and the child went crazy. They both tried on things, the girl insisted, and when the fun was done the child was ready for the school she would be attending, Sesha had a good amount of credits in her account and everyone was happy. That was when the Upper watching all this approached, and Sesha learned about InterGalactic Shopping. From there she said goodbye to family and friends, trained as a Pilot at the orbiting station and received her Wrist-Gem. She was one of the best, the Company found out, and from then on life was a thrill, even sleeping.

  But except for walking in on a robbery and being hurt, knocked out before even realizing what was happening , Sesha had never been the victim of violence in any form. Yes, she had learned self-defense of all types, but that had been done under Deep Mind Teaching, where the student was completely unconscious, the techniques implanted but tagged for use only under certain criteria. If Sesha’s body had been capable, even unconscious, she would have either severely injured or killed the Human male in the first five seconds.

  Inability, though, due to underestimating the situation here had left her open to most horrendous assault. Even though the man hadn’t been harsh, demeaning or threatening her existence, he had stolen her choice from her, used her body against her wishes and spoke of the desire to do so again. This of course caused great mental distress, a pain as bad as what he’d done to her accessible organs. And all Shni could do was hold her until she would begin to wake up.

  Another knock on the door.

  “Wait,” Beulah laid Sesha’s head and shoulders gently on the floor and got on her knees. She just shoved the chair aside and by the time Florence and Grace entered, squeezing past the pair on the floor, they were alarmed. Even more so when Beulah started sobbing, telling the horrible tale and what she’d done after.

  The women sat on either side after pulling down more pillows and blankets for Sesha, holding the Reverend’s wife and waiting, for there was more to say. Much, much more!

  “When we were courting, over twenty years ago, he seemed so gentle and kind, remember, Auntie, Grace
? He’d come to the hospital to preach to the sick, give encouragement and then he would help us, carrying bedpans, fetching bandages, and he was always singing!”

  Both women just nodded. A much slimmer man then, he was building his congregation then, and had invited the women to service, even sending a buggy and driver for them. When he asked Florence for permission – she was the only family left to ask – to court Beulah, it had been reluctant but her niece was already drawn to him.

  “The congregation grew, all readily moving back to Peter’s home city when he announced his parents were ill, and it was his duty as only Son to care for them. This was where we fought, Auntie,” Beulah’s eyes spilled more tears. “You came to our wedding after, then went back to the Hospital.”

  Florence just rubbed her back.

  “I truly believed all he wanted was for the sinners to see God’s goodness and be saved. I also believed when I would desire to meet his parents and could not, for they had consumption and the doctor had declared quarantine except for Peter and the house servants, who showed none of it despite being with all those years. So I sent messages, meals, medicines but never heard answer back.” Using her skirt, Beulah wiped her eyes.

  “I knew you were right Aunt Florence, and you, Grace, though you married a member of his congregation too, rapt under Peter’s words. All those years and he was planning this trip, gathering his trusted men. And the larger the congregation grew, the more grandiose his visions. And after his parents died of consumption we traveled here to start over. And it keeps getting worse.”

  “How so?” Now Florence spoke, but quietly.

  “What he preaches is not truly what the Bible says, he twists it to his ideas, he selects some verses and rejects others. He will not allow us to read the Scriptures ourselves, but only what the congregation writes out during his so-called sermons and I found out a secret of his… he plans to rewrite the Word in his vein. I took a chance and looked; he had notes telling to strike out words, move verses around and had other tomes where he was already putting it together.”