Keep your enemies close

Helena Maria Lillian Tafferty, Mother Superior of the Sisterhood of the Heavenly Cock, watched the video recording of the conference attended by the newest Stretcher King. She smiled as he blessed and bred three of her priestesses, including the high priestess assigned to him. She hung on his every word. Before her was a printout of every report made on him so far. Both Priestess Sonia and Priestess Emma had given favorable reports. The other reports on him were just as favorable. He was a kind child growing up, rarely in trouble at school, and got good grades.

The reports on his family were a mix of good and bad. His paternal grandmother was known to be ill tempered. His maternal aunts husband was abusive. His aunt Susan on his fathers side had only been married a few years but she was active in her community and donated time and money to charitable events. His aunt Brenda recently became engaged to her girlfriend of five years, both women were also kind and respected in their communities. His maternal grandparents were divorced, the grandfather having left the grandmother for a much younger woman. His sister had already converted. The sisterhood was prepared to offer her a scholarship to one of their seminary schools. Though she had not yet bathed in the cum of a Stretcher King, that could be remedied easily. His mother was growing quite close to Priestess Sonia as well.

The reports on his girlfriend and other harem members were insightful. The girlfriend Kathy, she could be quite an asset if she could be converted to their religion. She was beautiful, kind, and loving. According to everything the Sisterhood could discover about her, she would make an excellent wife for him. His other harem members were a diverse group of women. His only preference seemed to be large breasted women, but he chose to breed the tiny High Priestess first at the conference.

She considered his offer. It was generous to say the least. She estimated that he would grant the power of healing to at least one or two priestesses per week. In less than six weeks they would have the ability to heal more men than all the Stretcher Kings in the world could heal women. In a year they would have at least fifty priestesses with this gift. There would be an explosion of converts to their religion once the secret became known. And all because of this eighteen year old boy.

She looked over at High Mother Divya. She smiled and said, "Give him everything he asked for. And send a contingent of Lotus Sisters to ensure his safety and that of his harem and family. But do it discretely. I don't want anyone knowing they are there, not even Priestess Sonia. We absolutely do not want the US government to discover their presence."

High Mother Divya stood and walked out of the Mother Superiors office in the Sisterhood tower in Delhi, India. She smiled at the pair of guards on either side of the door. They were members of the Lotus Sisters, extremely devout priestesses of the church, they were a combination of elite bodyguards and highly skilled assassins. These two were present merely for ornamentation. The likelihood of enemies of the church making it this far into the tower was laughable. No one came this close to the Mother Superior without being thoroughly vetted. But the Stretcher King did not have the massive security surrounding him that the Mother Superior enjoyed.

The High Mother considered briefly and figured that ten Sisters ought to be enough to handle any threat that arose. She would have to speak with the Lotus Mother, and find out which of her sisters had training in domestic skills. It would be best if at least one of the servants in the Stretcher Kings home were among their number, and if he bred her, all the better.

Once inside the elevators she waited until the security team verified her identity before they released the lock that allowed the elevator to move. Many of the High Priestesses thought the security surrounding the Mother Superior was overkill, but those that thought that way would never become High Mothers. The laws protecting Stretcher Kings did not extend to the sisterhood dedicated to their service. More than one priestess had been murdered as a way to punish the Stretcher King she was assigned to. Over the centuries the sisterhood had made many enemies, yet the sisterhood endured. Of their enemies, for many, all that remained were footnotes in history books.

"Heather, you have a visitor." Deborah Carr said, after knocking on her daughters doorframe.

Heather looked up from her bed, she had been laying there all morning struggling to find a reason to get up. Kathy walked into her room and said, "Come on lazy butt, get out of bed. You're spending the rest of the day with me."

When Kathy got close she said, "We've got time so lets get you in the shower before we go."

Heather sat up and swung her legs out of bed. She croaked, "Where are we going?"

Kathy looked her over and said, "Did you sleep in your clothes? We're hanging out. That's all you need to know for now. Shower. Go." She pointed out of the room. As Heather headed for the door, Kathy opened her closet and started going through her clothes.

As Heather finished covering her cast in a plastic bag and got in the shower Kathy walked in with an armful of clothes. Heather squeaked, "What the hell, I'm naked!"

Kathy laughed and said, "Don't worry, I will be too in a second. Jeez you look like hell Heather. Fucking Brock got what he deserved. Good riddance to that jackass. Where are your razors?" She opened the cabinet under the sink and said, "Never mind. Found them."

Heather closed the curtain and let the hot water warm her body. It took a moment for her to register what Kathy had said. She squeaked again when Kathy stepped into the shower with her. Heather covered her body as best she could and Kathy laughed.

"I'm not gonna hurt you dummy. I just figured I'd help you shave your legs. It can't be easy bending over with all those bruises." Kathy held up a razor and a can of shaving foam.

Heather was shocked at the sight of Kathy's nude body. Her breasts were like two plump watermelons resting on her chest. She had a round butt, a swimmers body, and a tapered waist with just a hint of belly fat. Heathers own body was covered in slowly healing bruises. She had large breasts and a toned cheerleaders body with a hint of abdominal muscles showing. Heather stomped on her jealousy. Kathy had the sexier body, she always had.

Kathy grabbed a shower scrubby and said, "Turn around and hand me the soap, I'll get your back."

Heather did as she was told. As Kathy scrubbed her back Heather asked, "You said something about... about Brock... what did you mean?"

Kathy turned her around to rinse and she caressed Heathers cheek. She looked Heather in the eyes and said, "You haven't heard? Brock got into a gun fight with the police. He lost. Your mom said you were having nightmares. You don't have to worry about him anymore. He can't hurt anyone ever again."

Tears fell from Heathers face, lost in the spray of the shower.

"Get the fuck out of here jackass!"

Brad McDonald, channel 7 roving news reporter, was knocked over a trash can as he was pushed away by a tall muscular blond woman. His cameraman was trying in vain to get video of the Stretcher King and his girlfriend enjoying the local high school softball game. A young Hispanic woman had covered the camera with a windbreaker while an Asian one was pushing the cameraman away from the bleachers.

As Brad regained his feet he saw the Stretcher Kings girlfriend with her arms around the woman he noticed earlier that had a black eye, a bruise around her neck, and a cast on her arm. The bruised woman currently had her face buried in the massive tits that Kathy woman had. One of the US marshals assigned to Caleb had her gun drawn but pointed at the floor. The other had placed herself between him and Caleb. Realizing he didn't understand the situation but that it was rapidly going downhill he got out of there.

"Dammit Brad. What the fuck were you thinking?" Melissa said.

Brad turned around and saw the weather girl from channel 2 holding a plate of hotdogs and a carrier for soda cups. He said, "I was trying to get a damn interview. The Stretcher King's mother is telling everyone 'Thanks but no thanks'. How the hell did you get the interview with him?"

"Well I didn't interrupt a therapy session with a **** victim, that's for damn sure. You have to have heard about the shootout yesterday. That girl in Kathy's arms is the idiot kids victim. They are trying to help her get over it. You just fucking traumatized her even more, good job dumbass." Melissa berated him.

"Shit, I didn't know. So not only does he heal the sick but he helps victims of **** too. Is he trying to get canonized as a saint?"

"Nah, this is all Kathy's doing. She's the saint. The Stretcher King is just going along with it. Now go on Brad, get out of here. And you may want to have your people issue a public apology. More than one camera phone caught that exchange."