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Reminder (ad nuaseam?): First floor of buildings in UK is second floor in US. THE WOMEN'S CHURCH OF TRUE LIGHT I woke up with a splitting headache, in a strange bed in a room I didn't recognise. As I slowly started to think again, I realised that I must have been in a terrible accident, feeling pain in so many parts of my body. As well as my headache my face hurt as if it had been stung by a thousand bees and pain extended from my chest down to my crotch. My first thought was that I'd been kicked in the balls. As I started to move I decided that the accident thesis held good, judging by the bandages round those parts that hurt. I tried to remember how it had happened. The last thing that came to mind was sitting on our couch and my wife, June, sitting opposite me while we both had a cup of tea that she'd made. I recalled the subject of our discussion. For a long time I'd been concerned with how June had been acting more and more strangely, ever since she joined what she called the "Women's Church of True Light". It was set up by a group in an old mansion on the outskirts of our village. For the last three weeks she'd been practising abstinence from sex, telling me that it was only for a month and that I should respect her beliefs and go along with it. "Michael Smith," she told me, "the True Light Church is incredibly important, not just for me but for the future of the whole world, it surely isn't too much to ask, to support me as I'm becoming a key member of the congregation." I tried to get her to tell me more about the church in question and the reason for this strange idea but she refused to discuss it, saying that it was something she was very involved in and I should just accept it. She wouldn't even tell me who the vicar was and when I asked the local vicar for the village church, he didn't know anything about it. We were both concerned that it was one of those strange sects that you often hear about and that was the reason I'd finally decided to talk to her about it, nearly a year after she'd joined the group. Suddenly a young woman's face appeared in my line of sight. "Ah good, you're awake," she commented. "Don't try to speak and drink this." She helped me hold my head up so I could greedily take some water from a silver goblet that she held in her hand. I immediately saw that she was wearing an almost sheer white robe that did nothing to disguise her nakedness underneath. After a couple of sips she took it away. "Don't drink too much at once, suck on this instead." She held an ice lolly for me to take into my mouth as I further studied her very shapely body. I felt guilty as I realised what I was doing, lusting after a girl who might not be much older than sixteen, but who was nevertheless well developed. Then I noticed my chest. I must first record that I'm not the most butch man in the world. At twenty four I had been married to June, my junior by two years, three years previously and while she never had any complaints about me in the bedroom, I'm only a couple of inches taller than her five feet five. That apart, my chest has always been manly, with a good covering of hair where it should be. Now I could see that although my chest was bandaged, it did nothing to hide what looked like a pair of not inconsiderably sized breasts. "Wha..." I tried to ask what was going on but only a squeak came out of my mouth. "I told you not to try to talk," the girl admonished me. "Everything will be explained in the next few minutes." She left the room for a short while, then returned with three other girls, all around the same age and all wearing the same diaphanous robes over nubile bodies and all bare footed. They got to the four corners of the bed, released a brake, then rolled the bed out of the room into a corridor. After passing several other doors, we arrived at a lift which took us downwards to what appeared to be an entrance hall, rolled across it and into what appeared to be a place of worship, but not like one I'd seen before. The 'congregation' consisted of a crowd of forty or fifty girls, mostly about the same age, clothed the same way as my guides and each seated on large cushions, almost the size of big beanbags you see around. They were facing an altar but instead of a cross there was a huge golden sun shaped ornament and across the front were mirrors, side by side, arranged so the congregation looked at their reflections. Standing against the side walls, nearly opposite the altar, were six men on each side, wearing similar robes to the women but in brown and made of a heavier material, not allowing the same view of their bodies. I could understand why, while three or four were in my own generation, middle twenties, the others were mainly a great deal older. As I was wheeled up the central isle two figures in front of the altar came into my view. The large one was a man, wearing the same robes again, but in a gleaming gold colour and the other was a woman wearing the same revealing costume as the other women but hers was in a pastel pink. It was difficult to describe my shock when I recognised her as my wife June. My bed was wheeled in front of the altar and turned parallel to it. June picked up a dagger from in front of the sun ornament, and handed it to the man. "Please accept this implement Oh Most Reverend Dewan," she chanted. "With this holy device may you be protected from the harm of this pagan." The man took the knife and started chanting words I couldn't understand as he cut the bandages off me. Once this was done the Dewan shouted at the top of his voice. "Bring coverings for the pagan being, may the uncouth body of this creature never to be seen by the rightful ones who have seen the true light. May they never walk unshod, may they never defile the body of womanhood again. For this price may they be spared the forthcoming apocalypse but may they be a warning to the righteous ones never to stray from the true path." While my attention was taken by this, I hadn't noticed that the girls that brought me in had each equipped themselves with various items of female apparel. Before I had a chance to take that in, there was a whirring noise and a rope was lowered from the ceiling above me. The Dewan took hold of my wrists and proceeded to bind them tightly together above my head with the end of rope . That was followed by more whirring as the slack was taken from the rope, this lifted my arms painfully up then dragged my body after them. Once most of my weight was taken by the rope, the bed was wheeled away from under me and I was lifted until only my tiptoes touched the floor. Everyone then started chanting after their leader. "Clothe the pagan!" "Clothe the pagan!" "Clothe the pagan!" I felt something wrapped round my body and fastened at the front. It went from high on my chest down to just over his hips, then someone behind me started to tighten it by means of laces. At the same time I could feel what seemed to be stockings being rolled up my legs and being attached to the garment that was quickly becoming painfully tight. Because of this I hardly noticed shoes fitted to my feet, fastened with straps round my ankles that closed with a click. I was still trying to work out how to breathe when a tiny pair of panties were pulled up my legs. It was only at that point I saw between my legs in the mirrors, my balls were no longer there and my penis had returned to the size it was when I was a baby. I tried to scream, but it hurt my throat and it was little more than a groan in volume. It was then I was lowered enough for me to take my weight on my feet. This gave me two problems, the first being the pressure on my hips by the tight garment that I could now see was a corset that supported the two massive breasts that my chest now sported. The other was that my feet were held at an impossibly high angle by the height of the heels on the shoes. I made no further attempt to make a sound, for one I knew it would hurt my throat, for another knowing whatever I said it was unlikely to make any difference to the proceedings. Now, after the Dewan had made more unintelligible chants, he spoke more clearly. "This disreputable creature is to be known as Rahab, named we are told in the book of Joshua, after the prostitute of Jericho, the vile creature who lived off the sins of the righteous ones. This creature is to remind us of the carnal life of the pagans who by their own sins will be consumed by the approaching Fires of Hades. This creature is neither man nor woman but will live among us to cleanse our spirits when we feel in need. It will be used without love or compassion and will show us the ugliness of sin by which all of us may be tempted. It will receive our life fluids as an honour whenever or wherever we deign to give them and it will be thankful for whatever offerings are made." He turned and beckoned three of the men over. "Bind Rahab," he ordered. The rope was lowered and I would have fallen had it not been for the support of the men. They untied my wrists and placed them behind me, each hand wrapped around the other arm above the elbow. I realised a sleeve had been fed around my arms and hands, tightened with laces, preventing any movement from the U-shaped tube that had been formed. One of the men then fastened the leather collar of a head harness round my neck and clipped a dog's lead to it and another forced my mouth open and pushed a ring behind my teeth, keeping my mouth painfully open. This was held in place by the harness that wrapped round my head and buckled in several ways. Most of the time my wife had been out of my view but it dismayed me to see, whenever I was turned towards her, that she seemed to be in some sort of trance. Just the merest trace of a smile seemed to be on her lips, but otherwise there was no reaction to what was done to me. "Take Rahab to the inner sanctum disciples, cleanse yourselves by the pagan," Dewan ordered eleven of the men. The other he ordered to lead a prayer session. Practically falling over in the unaccustomed heals, I was impelled by the lead to a door to the right of the altar. There were a number of the large cushions on which some of the men reclined while one of them gripped me by the head harness and forced me down on my knees. With no real barrier of clothing, the man quickly inserted his fast engorging penis into my mouth. I had no defence against this forced fellatio, and the man quickly worked my head back and forth until he tensed, spurting cum into my ever open mouth. I had the obvious reaction. I vomited over the man's legs. "Scourge the pagan! Use the guiding sticks!" the shout came from behind me and I looked round to see Dewan and my wife had followed us into the room, the smile on her face after what she had witnessed gave me no wish to continue to live. Following the Dewan's order one of the soiled man's companions stood on a chair picked up from the side of the room and looped the end of the leash I was on, to one of several hooks in the ceiling. It held me standing upright in more or less the centre of the room and defenceless as I was, the men all collected crops from a cupboard. One behind me struck me across my exposed backside with such agonising pain that for a moment I staggered, half choking myself on my collared neck. In the mental state I now found himself, I decided that oblivion was better than the life I had. I jumped as high as I could in the air and bent my knees. The jerk on my neck wasn't fatal as I'd hoped, either the lead or the hook in the ceiling broke. I fell hard toppling backwards, hitting my head on the floor so severely that it knocked me out. When I woke up I was in a large room, almost as big as the so called 'church' hall, but with the floor covered with mattresses with only a narrow pathway between each row. Perhaps about a third of them were occupied by recumbent girls in light sleeping bags, and a score or more of them were either reading or gathered round just watching me, mostly naked. As I manoeuvred myself into a sitting position I noticed quite a bit of blood on the pillow where my head had been resting. It wasn't easy as I was still in the same bindings that had been fitted on me in the 'church', including the 'O' ring in my mouth. "Did you have an accident?" one of them asked me. I could only shake my head 'no'. "Then what happened?" another asked, but had the sense to unbuckle the gag. I experimented with my voice and found I could whisper with little pain. "I tried to kill myself," I told her. "Why would you do that?" she asked. "The world is wonderful for us all here, you are to be spared the terrible death of all other pagans." "I have been mutilated, am being tortured and my wife is complicit, would you want to live like that?" I asked her in return. "Your wife, you're married?" someone asked. "The woman in the pink robes is June Smith, my wife." I was surprised by their reaction, to a woman they acted in disbelief. "You can't be, that's Eve," two of them said, almost in unison. "It's our third wedding anniversary next month," I added, to rub my point in. "But when she asked me to join the True Light she wasn't married, Eve told me that she was saving herself for the Leader, she wouldn't have lied to me," one of them said and others agreed. I told them the date and time of our marriage, the name of the vicar and the names of our witnesses. I went on to say what the weather was like, where we honeymooned, our address after we married and what I did for a living. As this started to gain traction, I went on to give them the name and addresses of both our parents, where she was born, where we met and even her dress size. "You know her dress size?" a girl who looked nearer my own age asked me. "Why would you know that?" "I'm her husband, I liked to surprise her with presents and one time she mentioned a dress she'd seen in a boutique window that she liked, but she knew that it was too expensive. I loved her so much I checked her size and bought it for her as a present with money I'd been saving for a new pair of shoes for myself. I went without lunches for nearly a month to make up the balance of the cost." "Hang on," the older girl said, "Where did your wife work before you were married?" "She was a trainee librarian in the Central Library," I told her. "I remember her, I didn't recognise her from all that time ago but now I do, she used to read to the children there." Suddenly a loudspeaker made a series of announcements, breaking the chain of the conversation. "Will the following acolytes report for training to the following disciples: Ruth to attend Brother Andrew, Mary to attend Brother Bartholomew, Amasa to attend Brother Thomas, Rachel to attend Brother Matthew and Ester to attend Brother John." Five women got up, the two that were still in robes dropped them on mattresses, and the naked girls left the room. "Why only five?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. "The other seven had already been selected to serve," the older girl replied. "This is a harem?" I couldn't help but ask. "Of course not, we're just being trained, ready to serve after the apocalypse," another told me. "Do you realise that in the last fifty years forecasts of the apocalypse must have averaged at about one a year?" I asked. "Oh yes, but this one is really coming," someone told me. "What date is this particular one due?" I realised that I was on dangerous ground but couldn't stop myself. "It's only forty one days to go now." "What happens when nothing happens?" I continued pressing but no one answered, I wondered if the terrible event had already been delayed at least once. I was starting to want the bathroom but with my arms behind my back still, I had no way to go without help. I was just about to ask one of the girls to help me when another, one who hadn't been present, entered what I knew was a harem, and told me to come with her. They helped me up and I hobbled after her. The old building was laid out with a large frontage and two wings extending towards the rear, then various stables and ancillary sections made it a square building with a central courtyard. It must have cost a lot to set up as this strange 'church' but I noted that any renovations hadn't been stretched to replace all the windows. Many of the ones I had seen had frames in poor condition, it was something I might be able to use if only I was allowed out of the bindings that held my arms behind me. As it was I was led round from one wing on the first floor, holding the harem, to the other wing which seemed to be laid out more in large but individual rooms. The one I was taken to had the door opened for me by the girl who stepped aside to let me in, then closed it behind me, leaving me alone. It turned out to be the outer living room with a bedroom behind it. That door opened and the man who called himself 'the Dewan' walked in, closely followed by my wife, still in their robes. "Hello Charlie," I greeted him as loud as I was able. When I'd seen him in the 'church', his face was somehow familiar and although I hadn't had a long time to think about it, I suddenly had a rush of recognition. He had been a boy in my old school, a year or two above me but someone I recognised because of all the trouble he had always been in, usually involving bullying juniors. "Don't disrespect the Dewan, Rahab," my wife told me, "he isn't anyone called Charlie, don't be rude, get down on your knees." "You didn't live over in Colson village when you were young..." I was trying to explain but was cut short by Charlie, punching my jaw hard enough to daze me and put me on the floor. Although I fell heavily and didn't move immediately, I wasn't actually knocked out the way they thought I was. I pretended I was unconscious and listened to their conversation. "Who is this 'Charlie' Eve?" he asked my wife. "He doesn't know anyone called Charlie, Dewan, it's just something he must have thought of just to show disrespect. I'm sorry Dewan," she sounded frightened. "I'm beginning to wish I hadn't conceded to your wish to save him from the apocalypse and use him to show you all the errors of sin," he told her. "I'm going to have to get the doctor back to completely remove his voice. Get me a guiding stick." I started to pretend to come to but as I tried to sit myself upright he grabbed my arm and pulled me over so my backside was in the air so he could start to whip me with the crop. The pain was intense and though I desperately tried to break free, the way I was bound and my lack of physique generally, meant I stood no chance. He continued to beat me until well after I started to bleed. "Please show pity my Dewan," I heard my wife ask. I don't know if my wife's request had any effect, but he pulled me to my feet and dragged me into the bedroom, throwing me so that my body was face down on a huge double bed but my feet still on the floor. "I have sinned by giving way to violence," he called out. "I must bless this evil person Eve." I turned my head and saw him pulling his robe to one side, my panties down and then he got a tube of lube out from his bedside table. He showed no compunction in preparing my hole then plunging his penis into it, all in front of my wife. I screamed, albeit not very loud, and at that point my overstrained bladder gave out. Having me pee on both the side of the bed and down his legs did nothing for his idea of a romantic interlude. He pulled out without finishing and shouted at my wife. "Change these bedclothes while I shower Eve," and disappeared into an en suite. "How could you Rahab?" she asked me as she started stripping the bed. "My name's Michael, your husband June, you remember? The one you had castrated and disfigured," I said but she wouldn't look at me. "So you've taken a job procuring young girls for lecherous old men?" "We are the chosen ones Rahab, among a sea of sinners," she told me. "I'm not the one who had someone brutally attacked and who's broken the marriage vows given in front of God," I told her. I don't know how much all I said effected her, but I noticed that she wiped a tear from her face so it must have been some. "What makes you think that God gave Charlie Thompson, a bully from my old school, information that the world's going to end?" I asked. "And if you don't think that's Charlie, ask him how Steve and Joe are, they were in his gang that used to take the dinner money from the smaller kids in my class. They're two of his thugs that were in the hall with him earlier." "That's not true, it can't be, you're lying," Her voice was rising in a crescendo, so much so that Charlie came running out of the shower, still dripping wet but a towel round his waist. "What's he been saying?" he shouted at her. "I only asked after Steve and Joe, Charlie, I noticed they're still in your gang," I told him. "I'm the Dewan you sinner!" he screamed. "I've never heard of this Charlie you're talking about." He couldn't control himself though and started punching me until I passed out. I came to in a room by myself, very similar if not the same as the room I first woke up in. The difference now was that the gag, previously a ring, was now a ball that filled my mouth. He had obviously decided that he had to stop me talking to any of the so called 'acolytes', including my wife. It gave me a chance to realise that June had asked that I be 'spared' the apocalypse and he'd seen it as another kinky game they could play without realising who I was. He must have had quite a shock when I recognised him and I must admit it had been one hell of a coincidence. The village I was brought up in, Colson, and the school we attended was a good forty miles away and the chances of it happening must have been very small. The girl who collected me to go to Charlie's room returned, helped me up and returned me to the harem dormitory but this time no one took the gag from my mouth. I continued my staggered walk over to the window to look out at the night time view. Several of the girls were now asleep but in spite of my injuries I couldn't settle. I couldn't see very much outside, although that made my reflection easier to see so I discovered that although my face appeared to have heavy make up, something I'd not had the chance to see before, now it was also heavily bruised and I had a swelling under one eye. I assumed that was a present from Charlie. "Let me see if I can make you more comfortable," the older girl from earlier took a look at my gag. "My name is Abigail, well really it's Victoria, but we're all given new names to suit our purity here. I'm sorry, this seems to be locked on, I can't get it off." It was odd that after all the terrible things that had been done to me, this hit me really hard. I couldn't help it, I started to cry. Victoria hugged me. Even though she was extremely attractive physically and standing in front of me stark naked, there was nothing sexual about it at all. Was it a result of my castration? I was in the depth of despair. She led me over to one of the mattresses and helped me lie down, then she cuddled me and in that position we fell asleep. The following morning we both woke earlier than most of the others, it only took seconds for me to remember my depression and I could think of no way to escape, short of inciting Charlie so much that he kill me. He may in any case have been considering this, I couldn't see that he had an alternative if he wanted to shut me up. I wondered how they were going to cope with my need to eat and drink. That gave me a thought. Threes. I remembered how long a human can live without things vital. Three minutes without oxygen, three days without any water, three weeks without food. Of course it was only a rough guide, all sorts of other things influenced the outcomes. If they were going to keep me in a gag I would find it easier to resist the temptation of, say, eating anything. Could I do it and what would be their reaction? I guessed that first of all they wouldn't care, perhaps even make it as if I was 'paying for my sins', but would they risk a dead body? The trouble was, I was already suffering from dehydration, after both lack of anything to drink and my vomiting, both the previous day. Victoria guided me downstairs to their large kitchen with a built on annex out the back where some of the girls were already eating. One of the 'disciples' was behind the serving counter, overseeing the girls dishing out a choice of cereal or porridge oats, so Victoria asked him for the key to undo my gag. "I don't know anything about it Abigail, I haven't got one," he told her. "Well Brother Thaddeus, Rahab can't eat or drink with it on," she replied. The man, who must have been nearly seventy, wandered off, telling her that he would find out about it. I sat down at one of the tables with her as she ate cereal and drank her coffee but only about five minutes later who should turn up but Steve and Joe. They helped me up from the seat and more or less frogmarched me to what I supposed was a large storeroom at the back of the kitchen. There Steve unlocked the gag while Joe went to get me some porridge. "How are you going to explain my body to the authorities Steve?" I asked him. "What are you talking about?" "I'm going on strike and I'll be dead in three days." "How can you go on strike?" he laughed in my face as he spoke. "I'm going to kill myself by not eating or drinking, I'm not going to cooperate with you two or Charlie." "What's going on Brother Andrew?" the old man that Victoria originally asked to help had returned. "Nothing's going on," but Steve hurriedly pushed the gag back into my mouth. "Here's his breakfast," Joe announced as he returned. "He doesn't want any," Steve told him rather too quickly, locking the gag shut. I decided to stir things up a bit and vigorously shook my head up and down, telling the old man that I did want some. It had occurred to me that no one had told him that I was going to spill the beans about the three gang members from my youth. The only reason that I could think was that they didn't want him to know and if that were the case I had an opportunity to divide and conquer. Steve didn't fall for it though and he quickly returned me to the seat with Victoria back in the dining room. "Did you get breakfast?" she asked me. I shook my head and looked sad. "Why not?" she asked but I just shrugged my shoulders. "Aren't you hungry or thirsty?" I nodded 'yes'. I wanted to feed as much confusion as I could. The time for breakfast passed and the 'acolytes', the girls, all went off for some sort of indoctrination, called a 'faith study' and I was left alone in back in the harem. I was surprised that my next visitor was my wife; I'd expected a more violent visitor, one of the gang of three. "I'm sorry Rahab, but any discomfort you're feeling is of your own making, you've failed to acknowledge your sinful life," she told me in all seriousness. I looked at her sadly but of course couldn't answer her. I tried making a sort of humming noise and looking down at the gag. Then I tried nodding 'yes', hoping that it would encourage her to get the key to unlock it. "Just a minute, I'll see if I can do something about that," and she left the room. It was an hour before I saw her again, but success! She had the key and unlocked me. "Is that more comfortable?" she asked. "Are you ready to confess your sins?" "Of course my love," I replied and caused her to frown. "I remember one dastardly sin I committed when I wanted to see you in that dress from the 'A la Mode' shop in town. I used the money I'd saved for a new pair of shoes for myself and went without lunches for nearly a week so that I could see you wearing it. It was just too sinful to bear thinking of now." "What dress?" she was serious. "The evening dress in purple silk of course, I know you wouldn't have really wanted it, it was far too dressy for you with the simple taste you obviously really have and is demonstrated by the robe you are now wearing." "Oh," she remembered. "Did you really go without meals?" "I'm terribly sorry to confess it, but we didn't really have enough money at the time to indulge my carnal desires." "Was that when I found you had holes in the soles of your work shoes, only a few months after we were married?" "Yes I'm sorry, I confess that my carnal desires forced me to want to see you in that dress. Would you be good enough to answer two questions for me?" "I'll try," she was starting to look very uncomfortable. "The first question is more a request," I looked into her eyes. "After I'm killed, would you see that I'm buried in the churchyard in Colson Village?" "Oh, you won't die for a long time yet, Rahab, don't forget I've saved you from the apocalypse." "I'm afraid it will be much sooner than that my love, Steve and Joe, I'm sorry, I mean Andrew and John have already told me that I'm to be a human sacrifice because I told you about them and Charlie, sorry, I mean Dewan. But my other request is a much simpler question that will be easy for you to answer straight away and honestly. Is Charlie, I mean the Dewan, very much better in bed than I was when I had my testicles?" "You're just being nasty now aren't you?" she started to cry. "My darling, I'm being as honest with you now as when we promised each other when we were first married, I've never lied to you and I never will, I know I can't ever be your husband again, even if you wanted it my ability to ever have sex again has been forever taken away from me, but I need to know you are getting satisfaction from your new sex partner." "No," she said. " 'No', you won't tell me do you mean?" She hesitated for such a long time that I thought she wasn't going to answer. "I mean no I've hardly had any satisfaction when I've been in bed with him, he's never as considerate as you," she seemed to pull herself together. "But I'm doing my duty as the partner of the Dewan, that's enough." "You haven't promised me the other thing," I reminded her. "You won't be killed Rahab, it's against all the teachings. If someone does us harm we must offer them our bodies to do as they wish. It's a tenet of our faith." "Do you mean that Steve and Joe, sorry I mean Andrew and John lied to me?" I forced a smile. "That's a big relief, but why would they do that?" "They wouldn't have, you must have misunderstood." "But they told me that I was either going to be starved to death or thrown out one of the windows, either way they are going to say that I've committed suicide but you know that is against my own religious principles?" "I'm sorry Rahab, I'm going to have to put this thing back in your mouth, I didn't exactly have permission to take the key," she went to place the gag back in my mouth. "Just one more thing darling, if, just if you're wrong and I die in an accident or an apparent suicide, you must promise me that you'll tell the police everything I've told you? After all, if I'm wrong my mistake will ever so easily be cleared up won't it, so it can't possibly do your friends any harm, can it? Will you promise?" "Yes I promise," she was obviously in a hurry to get the key back before it was discovered gone, so I let her. I laid down on one of the mattresses and rested until I heard the girls chattering downstairs and guessed they were at lunch. I remembered something about high heels from when it happened to June some years ago, she caught the heel and it broke off. I lifted each foot in turn and whacked the heel down on the ground. It didn't break the strap round my ankle, but it snapped off each heel, not brilliant to walk in, but better than five or six inch heels. I made my way down to the dining room. Some had already got their meals, most were still queuing for theirs, I just went and sat down at the table Victoria and I had occupied at breakfast. I could only silently nod as she and two other girls I recognised from our talk the evening before. "Have you already eaten?" one of them asked. I shook my head. "Isn't there anyone getting food for you?" Victoria asked. I shook my head again. I noticed that the same old man was keeping an eye on the kitchen acolytes; I realised that they girls worked a rota to do the various essential housekeeping jobs. She called across to him. "Brother Thaddeus, Rahab must eat and drink, she's had nothing at all for at least twenty four hours." "I'm sorry, it's nothing to do with me, Brother Andrew told me to ignore him, or her, whatever Rahab is," he shouted back. By the most amazing good chance, June had walked into the dining room just before then and had been asking girls at other tables if everything was alright. She heard the interchange. I registered a look of shock on her face then she turned and marched out of the room. I decided to complicate the issue even more I indicated where I was going to the girls by closing my eyes and leaning my head to the side, and hobbled out of the dining room to return to the dormitory in my broken shoes. I was there by the time that Joe, Brother John came looking for me, it didn't take him long to catch up with me. I had worked out what I was going to do, weighed up the risks against what would happen if I did nothing and decided to go ahead. I knew I was going to be hurt, probably quite badly, but against that was the certainty that I was going to be hurt for a long time if I did nothing. He arrived with Steve and they told me that they were going to wait until all the girls had finished eating, then they would force feed me if necessary in the kitchen. One of the girls had left a robe hanging on the back of the door, I think she was on kitchen duty, they had sensible coveralls for that. I ran to the door and buried my head in the robe, pulled it off the hanger hoping it might give some protection against broken glass, then ran to the other side of the room. The men didn't know what I was planning and were just amused to see me running about on the heelless shoes. I'd plotted my course between the mattresses, following it to a low chest in front of one of the windows, jumped onto it then leapt through the closed window. As I had expected, the poor state of the woodwork meant that the whole window (single glazed) crashed out and I fell the story down to the ground. What I also knew was that there was an awning over a wooden table and chairs below that particular window and that broke my fall almost as much as I'd hoped. Three of the girls who had finished their meal were taking a bit of sun outside and saw the latter part of my fall and, importantly, saw Steve and Joe leaning out of the window above me. Chaos ensued. The girls' screaming attracted the attention of a parcel delivery man who was about to leave when he heard the noise and ran to the side of the building. Now I know I said that my fall had been broken almost as well as I'd hoped. Unfortunately one of my arms (pinned behind my back remember) had hit the back of one of the chairs and caused a very bloody compound fracture. What lifted the volume and pitch of the screams was the sight of part of my humerus bone sticking out of the leather binding round the upper part of my arm with blood seeping out. With indescribable pain I struggled to my feet and started to run towards the van man with such urgency he decided to get involved. "Come with me girl, I'll take you to hospital," he told me and helped me into the vehicle. Of course the only of my captors that knew I'd potentially escaped were Steve and Joe and they were on an upper floor round the building, so by the time they'd raised the alarm I was already gone. "Were you being kept there by those nutters?" he asked, with all the tact of a bulldozer. I could only nod and make a squeaky noise but it was enough for him to drive like the clappers. "Do you want me to call the cops?" he wanted to know. I nodded assent but by now I was close to fainting from shock. He used his Blue Tooth and arranged to meet them at the nearby county hospital casualty unit, it was only listening to his colourful description of what happened and his part in it that kept me awake. Once we arrived he pulled in between an ambulance and a police car and while the two officers and a paramedic helped me down out of the cab he got a pair of bolt cutters out of his tool box and made short work of the harness round my head, including the ball gag. The laces of the tube round my arms was cut, but it was left in place until I was actually in front of a doctor on a bed. I gave a very brief outline of what had been done to me, asking the by now crowded hospital bay if anyone knew a good divorce lawyer. One of the coppers did so I asked him if he would give him a call on my behalf. Apart from the first officers there, it wasn't long before a Detective Chief Inspector took more detailed information, telling me that a search warrant was already in the process of being served and everyone at the mansion was currently detained. It was at that point that the officers were told to go while my arm was set and my body relieved of several pieces of embedded glass that I suppose adrenaline had stopped from troubling me. The next day I gave a formal statement to both my solicitor and the police and signed them both. While they were still there the doctor came in with news of my deliberate injuries at the hands of a private clinic. I would never father a child and it was doubtful that I could ever even get a satisfactory erection or be a husband. At first all the main players in the Women's Church of True Light held their story about the looming apocalypse, but at some stage June accused Steve and Joe of deliberately pushing me out of the window (the police said nothing to deny the accusation) so Joe and eventually Steve broke ranks and admitted that it was all a scam. Apparently it had been going on for three years, they got the 'disciples' by charging them enormous sums to have sex with young girls (two were under age, so further charges followed there) and many families were blackmailed in order to get their daughters back. Some of the girls had private funds, legacies etc., so they handed them over for the cause, and June had sold our house and was in the process of handing over the proceeds of that. All in all they had lots of ways of making money and had free sex thrown in as well. It took months to resettle all the girls back, mostly, with their families. Fortunately the people buying our house hadn't yet completed on the sale, so it was withdrawn as fraudulent and I was able to move back in. June was remanded in custody, being of no fixed abode, as were Charlie and his 'disciples'. They couldn't go back to the manor house as they were behind with the rent and it was repossessed once the owners knew what it had been used for. Apart from taking out an injunction preventing any actions or approaches to me from June, all my civil actions were held over for the results of the criminal trials. The findings ran into several pages because there were separate charges for almost every girl past and present quite apart from my injuries. They amounted to very severe sentences as the judge was furious at what they'd done. June got eleven years (she'd recruited many of the girls, albeit innocently), the 'disciples' got between six and ten years and Charlie hit the jackpot with fourteen. Three people at the clinic that helped operate on me got three years each and the surgeon himself six. All involved were put on the Sex Offenders Register. In the civil cases I got thirty percent of the group's assets (including substantial assets of many of the older disciples) giving me around seven million, plus half a million each from the clinic and the surgeon. Additionally I won all the marital assets except five hundred pounds that June was allowed to keep for when she got out of prison. In spite of the injunction she wrote several letters to me begging my forgiveness, all of which I burned. My divorce was a pre-gone conclusion. All of this settled me in a material way but did nothing for me mentally. The long lasting face make up had caused an allergic reaction from my skin so took a while to remove, so while that was there and with my breasts, I found it practical to dress in June's clothes that were still in the house. In spite of the bad memories I found them both colourful and comfortable, I actually enjoyed wearing them. The only thing I didn't wear was the evening dress in purple silk, that I sent to the charity shop. My change of attire fitted in with what had been mentioned to me as a possible way forward, a change of sex, but this was something I neither needed nor wanted to rush into. It was after all the legal matters were dealt with but while I was pondering this important decision, that I had someone knock on my door. When I answered it none other than Victoria was standing there. I asked her in and we found that we chatted for the afternoon and into the evening without ever mentioning the 'church' incident. My voice had become stronger each day by the way, but was definitely higher pitched. I cooked a meal for us both and suggested she stay in my spare room for the night so that she didn't need to drink and drive. It was the start of a close friendship and it was Vicki that held my metaphorical and actual hand through the stages of my procedure to become a woman, and it was with her I discussed what my new name should be. I eventually came home as a 'she', although with more normal size breasts, and changed my name officially to Michelle, not an earthshaking change from Michael, but one I was most comfortable with. My friend Vicki helped me chose my wardrobe and we had great fun each trying out new looks. Vicki herself was by then quite well off, her mother died when she was quite young and she lost wealthy father not long after returning home from the 'church'. She blamed herself for the stress she gave him by believing the stupid stories of the so called 'disciples' and especially my wife, June. However she was the first to admit that June had treated me worse than any of the girls, even though that in itself was unimaginable. Vicki and I made an odd couple, but somehow we became so close that intimacy seemed a natural course of events. Three years after the collapse of the 'church' we married. Two years after that, by a very expensive and cutting edge procedure Vicki gave birth to a daughter that I was also genetically related to although I baulked at saying I was the 'father'. The following year the child had a baby brother. It wasn't the way I had thought I would have a family, but we were both very happy the way it had turned out and we never saw or heard of any of the miscreants again.