Chapter 1: Stanfield Housing

Stanfield Housing was a suburban gated community aimed at the elite, it was small, with only about 15 houses in their community.

A new resident just moved to their community last week without much fanfare, they were a pair of mothers and daughters. For the other residents, it filled them with curiosity, after all, the gated community was filled with respectable people from many walks of life. It couldn't be denied that the neighborhood was a bit puritan and conservative regarding their standard of what kind of people they like to have as a neighbor but nevertheless it was the thing that made them quite close-knitted, a relation of interest, a new addition of connection in high place was always welcomed. In the forefront to welcome their new resident was the Stanfield Women Club.

The new resident was quite the mysterious one, they were rarely coming out of their house and had contact with other residents since their first week of moving, but today, the new resident suddenly sent invitations to their neighborhood for their belated moving-in celebration. Of course, their goodwill was warmly reciprocated by Stanfield Women Club.

The first member of Stanfield Women Club that responded to the invitation is the sweet-and-friendly Barbara Wallace. She was the eldest one among the women in Stanfield Housing’s gated community, Barbara was on her 45th this year. She was a mother of two beautiful daughters, yet she was still a pretty lady who matures like a finely aged wine. She stood at 5′ 8″, the Wallace's matron had put few pounds thorough her ages but she wasn't by all means fat with her only weighing around 180 lbs, Barbara was full-figured MILF with all-natural 34C breast, and thick shapely thigh. She possessed shoulder-length dark brunette hair.

Barbara was the leading figure of the club. Her family was pretty well-off, her husband was a director of a big corporation in the city, while Barbara herself worked as a stockbroker and had made a lot of successful investments back in her active career day. The pair of husband and wife made such great money that let Barbara step back from the daily grind, and retire without worry. Yet despite all of her success, she wasn't the type who swallowed by greed, Barbara was a philanthropist with a kind heart.

The second member of the club that came after Barbara was Nicole Stone. 34-years-old Hispanic beauty with reddish-brown hair styled in a bob. She was a quite tall lady, she stood at 6’ 2”. A fitness queen who resembled an Amazoness depicted by the comic book with her pretty chiseled face, and an athletic body that was packed with lean muscle. Her skin complexion was tanned olive tones.

This imposing-yet-sexy woman worked as a policewoman, and she was recently promoted as the city police department head for Vice department to boot.

The third woman of the group was a Korean woman with her silky long- straight black hair which framed her gorgeous face perfectly. Her name was Jenny Lee, 30 years old. The Korean woman was a leggy and slim beauty. She stood at 5’6” with her height distribution going mostly on her long, shapely legs. Jenny was weighing only around 110 lbs. She was a fair-skinned woman with what Asian women usually called porcelain complexion.

Jenny owned several chains of clothing boutiques in her name. She was a fashion designer and had made her brand name resounded among the high society.

“Sorry, we aren’t late, are we?” asked a golden-blonde-haired woman who just arrived, walking behind the blonde was a beautiful Latina with a wavy auburn hair down to her back.

The blonde-haired one was Vivian Tremaine, 33-year old, of French descent. Vivian had her blonde hair styled in a neat professional bun. Vivian's body posture was what people usually called blonde bombshell; a curvy figure with perky 34C breasts. Despite her appearance that looked like your usual airheaded bimbo, Vivian was a smart and fast-witted woman. Instead of the expected bubbly personality, Vivian had been known to have a fierce temperament, ready to defend her argument at every moment. Vivian was not your run-of-mill stupid bimbo, she had served as a professor of law in a local university, Foxrod University for a few years, their local university was one of the better top university in their state with good academic track record. Vivian was one of the brilliant one that came from there, she was considered a genius and had achieved her Ph.D. before she was 30's.

Meanwhile, the Latina behind her smiled courteously to the other women in the room. Josephine Hunts was a woman with a perfect smile with her row of pearly white teeth. Not a surprise as the 32 years-old Latina worked as Orthodontist. The club members agreed that Josephine might be the prettiest of them who were already a group that consist of beautiful women. Blessed with what most women would call the 'classically beautiful face'; symmetrical, high cheekbones, perfect profile, and sharp facial features. Josephine was your head-turner and limelight stealer. Her well-endowed supermodel body figure was a perfect complement to go with her captivating face. The orthodontist stood at 5'10 and weighed around 135 lbs. Her chest was also attention-grabbing with her all-natural DD-cup.

“It seems only five of us that available due to the sudden invitation, well, its better than nothing, let’s give this new family our warmest welcome,” said Barbara after the five gathered and no sign of other club members coming after them.

“Welcome, mommy had been waiting at the gallery,” a cheery voice greeted the five women at the door. The cheery voice belonged to a young 20-years old girl.

“You must be Gina,” replied Barbara. Digging some basic information about the new resident possessed no problem for Barbara and Co. She knew that the preppy girl in front of her should be the daughter, Gina Denver.

Gina Denver, a 20-year-old freshman at the local university, the same Foxrod University. Gina was 5’5” feet tall. Her hair was platinum blonde in color. Her makeup and getup made her look like a preppy party girl. Her overall image was screaming spoiled brat.

Barbara was not pleased about what the young women wear. Gina was dressed like a trollop. Something against her value, and the standard of their community, but she kept her opinion to herself for now. The Wallace's matron began to doubt whether the information that she got was wrong, from her Information source, the young Gina was a smart geekish girl, a valedictorian of her class, not like someone in front of her.

Barbara saved her complaint for later. She and her four companions then followed Gina into the gallery.

"Welcome, I had been waiting for you, beautiful ladies," surprisingly, the one who greeted them in the gallery wasn’t the lady of the house, but a middle-aged black man clothes in black priest garb. Yet, the man gave an impression that he wasn’t a priest at all with all his bling-bling accessories.

The priest, looked at his guest's expression then said, "Pardon me, where are my manners? You can call me father Shaun, a missionary, and a spiritual teacher for the Denver's."

“Please take a seat, and make yourself as comfortable and relaxed as possible, don't be wary of me, I'm just a normal priest. There some matter for the lady of the house needs to take care of, and it will probably take a while."

Barbara wanted to refuse the black man’s offer, but Father Shaun caught her intention in time, “You want to listen to my preaching,” he said.

After a quick consideration, she and her companion somehow found herself already taking a seat in one of the stools that circle Father Shaun.

“Gina, please come here, and stand beside me,” ordered Father Shaun, “Ladies, just before I start, I tell you what I will preach will blow your mind, it will go directly into your heart, it might be unacceptable and sounded ridiculous when you heard it, but it’s the truth, and you can’t deny the truth.”

Barbara Wallace POV

I'm usually not a person that labels people because you don't score a book by its cover, but the moment I saw the man, my intuition was giving me a warning. The self-proclaimed priest looked more like a pimp than a priest.

"Please take a seat, and make yourself as comfortable and relaxed as possible, don't be wary of me, I'm just a normal priest.”

She heard what Father Shaun said. It seems that he notice that his getup looked like something else rather than a priest.

Don’t be wary, he is just a normal priest.

I might be worried too much and he might not be as shady as I thought, for now, I will consider him as a normal priest with a weird fashion sense, at least until I get enough proof that he isn’t a priest. Anyway, I plan to refuse his offer and bring the ladies to return at other hours or day, our main goal was only to meet with the lady of the house after all.

“You want to listen to my preaching.”

Take a seat, listen to his speech.

On second thought, listening to what he will say bring us no harm, instead, I can measure whether he was truly a priest as he said or a conman. And it seems that my companions had the same ideas as me that they begin to move toward the stool he already arranged, ready to hear what this priest will preach.

“God created every one of us with their roles, for example, such as career woman, housewife, whore, slaves, etc, but people always want the best and think what their roles by their own, ignoring the God-given roles intended for them.”

"I know that all of you are successful career women and lead a fulfilling life, but guess what, it wasn't God intended roles for you, it just a false role you impose on yourself, but those fake life must stop here and now, you know that your whole life is a lie, and you should felt very sad, anxious, and depressed, instead of feeling happy for your current life,” Father Shaun paused his sermon, he was observing his surroundings. The change of expression and gesture from the five women didn't escape his eyes. The sudden look of confusion and loss on their face was just the opening appetizer. Those five were poor lost lambs, and he as the extension of God's hand, should guide them back to the correct path. Unfortunately for those ladies, the God he serves wasn’t the kind and pure ones, but a lusty, and cruel God.

Barbara Wallace POV

I try to hold the anxiety in my heart after hearing Father Shaun’s sermon. Looking at my life back; meeting with my husband, marriage, having two lovely daughters, being successful in her career, I thought I had a successful and fulfilling life, but now, as he said, I don’t feel any kind of happiness when I recall those memories. Nothing…only emptiness, there is only a huge gaping hole of emptiness in living that life full of lies.

“Ahem…Looking at your expression, I think what I had said really hit the mark, I know you fellow ladies probably feel anxious right now, but this is not even half of the sermon, at the end of the day, I assure you that by following the correct way, you will find your true happiness.” Father Shaun said.

Thank God that Father Shaun is here, if he isn’t here, what should I do? I am probably still lost and living my old false life. I felt very bad and guilty now that I thought he was a conman or pimp at first, but Father Shaun was a great man.

"You had met with Gina, she was once a dull young woman, serious in her studies, and imposed upon herself a role of the future young leader, but do she feel happy in her life before? "

"No, Father, after comparing what God had planned for me with my old life, I think my old self is worthless and disgusting," Gina answered, a rare sad smile appearing on her cheery face.

Father Shaun turned his attention back to the five, "Just like Gina before, the root of the problem is that you impose yourselves with such false life, and forget what had God planned for you, forgetting your true roles, your purpose of living in this fleeting world. Of course, God is forgiving, as long as you turned to a new leaf, do not repeat your mistake, and back to the correct path," The black man continued, "Worry not, my job here is to lead you to the right path, so, I need your cooperation to follow my command."

"Took a deep breath, and close your eyes, I need you to imagine a bookshelf in your mind. The books on the bookshelf are the record of your old life, your history, and all your knowledge. Second, I want you to conjure a trash dump full of waste, maggot, and shit in your mind, pick few handfuls of that filth and eat it until I said stop," Father Shaun paused, giving some time for the mind of the five women's to simulate the taste of the filth and for it to take hold on their mind. The Human's mind was an incredible thing, even if they never taste the actual thing, they would speculate how it tastes and they would convince themselves that it tastes like that. He was wondering what repulsive taste will be conjured by those five pretty ladies' minds who never taste such filth in their life.

“Enough, I want you to savor the sickening and repulsive taste of that filth, let it be imprinted on your taste bud. Next, pick the book with the history of your life, and throw it into the dumpster, let it sink among the trash because it is the same as that shit and filth you have just eaten.

"Now, please open your eyes.”

The five ladies opened their eyes, cold sweats began to drench their back, their expression was a mix of relief, disgust, and fear.

The black man sneered on his heart, and then said, "I want you to remember one most significant moment in your life, such as your wedding day, promotion, graduation, success in securing a big deal, something around that line."

Barbara Wallace POV

My stomach was churning when I tried to recall my most significant moment, my most happy moment; my wedding day with my husband. It should be a happy day for me but I didn’t feel happy at all, instead, I felt sick and disgusted by those memories. I felt like I'm eating some kind of shit and I wanted to puke.

"Ugh…Blaargh " Josephine's voice attracted my attention, the beautiful Latina woman couldn't hold back her urges to puke and was vomiting her stomach content out to the floor.

Oh God, I am afraid that after Josephene's puked, it would trigger a chain reaction among us, but thankfully, I could hold back my nausea.

As a guest, Josephine's behavior was embarrassing for us, I need to talk with her after this.

Father Shaun seems to have some opinions regarding Josephine's behavior as he moves from the center toward her.

“Ms. Josephine, I don't think it's polite for you to puke in someone's house and not clean it yourself, you can either use your hair to mop it clean or lick it clean, your choice, but please be quick as we need to continue the sermon."

Father Shaun smiled as he looked at the orthodontist moping her vomit with her beautiful auburn hair. He knew full well how his session had affected their mind.

These ladies will associate the memories of their old life with that sickening and repulsive filth eating sessions every time they recalled a significant moment of them, then they would be reminded of the shitty taste in their mouth. Making them recall those memories for some amount of time, most of the time will break their resistance to the new kind of life he will offer next, no matter how twisted it will be, as his God’s intended.