to a new camp

We move quickly and quietly under the ever present broiling black clouds that cover the eternal burning sky above them. The sky above burns so bright that a dim orangy red glow penetrates their thick cover, making it just light enough to see by as we run from shadow to shadow down a rubble strewn street. Clambering over stone and metal alike we follow the three Acolytes, Mick, Trent and Sil with the flock, their eyes nervously darting every which way for any sign of danger, and Giles bearing everything we own on their backs, save for His Bible that I clutch dearly.

With a rough dark hooded cloak covering my white satin priestesses robe I follow a few steps behind Lord Bam and his concubines, as is my place. The flock follow in a disorganised huddle murmuring fearfully among themselves and Giles brings up the rear with Jimmy who tries to look confident whilst peering into every shadow we pass. Mick, Trent and Sil scout out in front of us returning often to confer with our Lord.

"It's just up ahead on the left between a big headless statue and it's fallen head. They are there waiting for you my Lord." Mick tells Lord Bam quietly as we all huddle in the shadowy ruins of a collapsed building.

"Good job Mikey. You wait here with the rest while me and Billi go check it out. Billi, bring only the bible and follow me closely." Lord Bam says, just as a shrill inhuman cry pierces the night causing the flock to huddle and cower together under the watchful gaze of Trish and Star.

"Do you feel anything Billi?" Lord Bam asks turning to me.

"No my Lord." I tell Lord Bam, clutching His bible tightly before following him out of the ruins. As I am Priestess to his flock I belong to my Lord, more so than even his acolytes and concubines do, and he needs no response from me to know I'll obey his instruction.

Even he is a big man, Lord Bam is hard to follow as he moves like a silent shadow up the street, but we have done this countless times and I know what to look for. It doesn't take us long to come upon a huge headless statue towering over us and a stone head, taller by twice than Lord Bam, lying on it's side and staring vacantly at us and just beyond it Trent and Silsteps out of a shadow.

"It's just around here my Lord. This way." Sil says quietly, gesturing before stepping back behind the stone head.

We follow them around the head and find them standing in a dark space between it and the base of the statue itself. There's a scratch and suddenly light flares as Trent strikes a match. The light lessens into a small flame, just big enough to illuminate the stone work of the monuments base. A large block at the bottom is missing revealing only a dark a space in its place, a space just large enough for Lord Bam to crawl through.

"Okay, you two wait here. Me and Billi will check inside. Good work both of you." Lord Bam tells them as the match burns out. He pulls a small glow light from his jacket and turning it on bathes the four of us in a dim pale light.

Getting down on his hands and knees, Lord Bam crawls into the gap with his torch out in front of him and I quickly lift the hem of my priestess robe up and tie it off just above my knees so I won't scuff it as I get down and crawl in after him. The gap is a few blocks deep, probably a bit longer than my Lord is tall and he helps me out and down as I emerge out the other end on a thin ledge a few feet off the floor.

Lord Bam turns with his glow light in hand and reveals a raised platform not five feet away and on it a big corrugated metal structure. I follow him as we walk around and we notice metal drainage grates in the floor. We walk all the way around before returning to where we started and shining the light up we realise we are inside a hollow statue, with metal girders forming a trellis work inside its croncrete skin, and far off up in the shadows a hole looking up through the statues neck where the large stone head would of sat s reveals the broiling black clouds of the sky.

"Hopefully the structure doesn't have any holes in its roof or we'll be exposed to the storms and rains my Lord." I say, untying my robe so that its hem falls to cover my ankles as Lord Bam steps up onto the platform.

"We can work with it." He tells me as he gives me a hand up and we stand surveying the structure before us. "We can block the gutter and seal the drainage grates that were once used to drain rain water as they constructed the statue to collect and store the rain water. Others we can use the drainage holes as waste pits. It's only as he tells me this that I realise we are not stood on a raised platform, but that we had been walking in a drainage gutter. "Do you feel anything?"

"No my Lord. There are no Hellspawn close to us." I tell him eventhough he knows I inform him immediately of any sensation without his asking.

"Okay then, let's see what lies inside." Lord Bam says walking up to the big door locked closed by a big rusty padlock. I am blessed to watch my Lord perform a miracle gifted unto him by his father, the old God, as he grasps the padlock in his hand and it clicks open as if it was well oiled and unlocked with a key.

"My Lord." I murmur in appreciation as he effortlessly slides open the door that looks so old and disused that it shouldn't.

Stepping inside the depths are lost to the shadows and I immediately notice a few dim specks glowing faintly redish orange in the roof. Before us lies lines of racking, most of the shelves rotted and collapsed but a few still holding pots and tools left over from building the statue and spare stone blocks from the statues base lie piled up in small stacks or scattered across the shed. We venture deeper but find nothing else, but it is a large shed easily large enough to house the twenty of us. "There's a lot here to work with and it's about as fortified and hidden as we could hope to find. Here we are going to create a haven, an oasis in the middle of calamity, a little taste of salvation to rest my weary flock and entice more to join us. We are going to be here a while, do you think you can perform the Ritual of Sanctuary Billi?

"The Ritual of Sanctuary? yes, Yes my Lord. Of course." I say startled by his request. The Ritual is the longest, most complex and demanding of the rites and rituals I have yet to perform. I know it completely having studied His Bible for years, yet he's never asked me to perform it at any other camp we claimed hidden amongst the ruinous city.

"Show me your bindings priestess so that I may check that your devotion lies untouched and unbroken." He demands that is a, requisite to me performing any rite or ritual in his name.

"As you command my Lord." I tell him and shed the rough cloak to the floor, letting my long blonde hair fall down my back and open my satin robe. It falls from my shoulders and down my back until only my forearms hold it up, exposing my all but naked slender body to him. The coolness chills me causing my skin to tighten as goosebumps cover my body. I wear only the Chains of Chastity, an intricate weave delicate chains made of metal necklaces, bracelets, wrist and ankle chains of chosen by the old god using the my Lord Bams own hands. All carefully conected together by His two concubines during a delirious ritual of chaste fasting to form a intricate binding weave from around my throat all the way down my slight body to my ankles, holding the small leather cups that cover my nipples firmly against my chest and pulling the chastity cage that keeps me limp and chaste and holds my testicles up inside me, securely between my legs and secures the small rubber butt plug in my bum . So divinely complex a weave had His concubines created that a single small padlock on the chain around my throat prevents me or anyone else removing it or any part of it, unless they have one of the three keys worn around the necks of my Lord and his two wives. It is told in His Bible that the Chains of Chastity will bear ones bestowed with the old Gods gift of Sensitivity, a greater degree of sensitivity, the potential to feel for the source of the sensation and discern its location, and protect the gift from sins of the flesh. Not only that, the chains symbolises the wearers authority to perform rites and rituals from His Bible.

My Lord gazes upon me and admires his creation of beautiful chain that binds both my slender body and my soul to him, the son of the old god born again. For the Bible tells us the old God would send us his son to forgive us our sins and lead the faithful through temptation and give the repentant salvation eternal.

"Pure you come to me. Pure you keep for me. Untouched. Unbroken. For you are mine to touch. Mine to break." My Lord Bam intones and I clutch His Bible tightly to my chest as he shrugs out of his long black leather coat and stands before me in all his magnificent naked glory.

I kneel before him, gazing up at him, his big limp dark cock filling my vision. I place His Bible at his feet and reverently take his cock in my hands, raising its heavy limp weight to my lips I kiss its shrouded tip and suckle on it, my tongue probing the folds of his foreskin until it finds his glan beneath. His precum oozes at my tongues touch and drink it eagerly. It slickens my tongue and fills my mouth and slides down my throat, filling me with with breathless bliss.

As soon as his cock begins to harden in my hands, my Lord pulls his cock from hungry lips and I pick His Bible up breathless. Without putting his coat back on he walks out of the shed into the shadows, leaving me with his glow light to read from His Bible as I continue the ritual alone.