Once written as an epilogue, Part 3 and Part 4 continue the story of Korben and his new ten-year-old brides, Kaylee and Kacy. Much has changed in 48 hours... Korben and the twins have become a new family. But what's to become of their new union? How will the archaic rules and regulations of a remote religious sect affect their future...

Just a Few More Surprises Korben... Honest!

The trip back to Utah, and the small town of St. George is quietly uneventful. The limo is very comfortable. The driver puts up the privacy screen without us asking. The twins and I finally have a few minutes to ourselves. The girls quickly change into their black mourning dresses and black shoes. There's nothing I can do, but hold the girls. Their period of mourning has started and they're finally able to grieve openly for the mother and father. Lots of tears, along with lots of hugs and a few comforting kisses on the forehead, or cheek occupy us the first part of the ride.

About half way there, my twin joys nod off to sleep. I'm in the middle of the very large plush leather seat with their heads in my lap. I don't know what to do, so I start sharing many of my favorite childhood stories, from family vacations, to my first kiss in junior high. I want them to hear my voice and know they're safe. I guess it's working, because they're sleeping soundly. Little happy smiles adorn their angelic faces. As an adult I've never been around children, so watching them sleep is truly comforting.

The darkness catches up with us before we get to St. George. I don't want the twins to wake up in the dark, so I turn on one of the small dome lights. Sitting in the limo, as it drives through the shroud of darkness, I can't help but remember the last time I was in Utah; I was running for my life and the lives of the twins. I'm not happy being this close to all that raw emotion from the other night.

In St. George, we turn and head north into the lower foothills where the 'Community” compound is located. Thirty minutes later we pulled up to a closed wrought iron gate. Over the gate is a decorative arch of wrought iron with the words 'Return to Glory'. Just inside the gate is a small security shelter, with a dim light above the door.

As our caravan pulls up to the gate. It swings open allowing us to enter the compound without any undue delay. The driver takes us directly to a large ornate temple that has to be the religious hub of the 'Return to Glory' members. As we stop, the twins sit up and yawn, looking around them. Seconds later Kacy crawls into my lap, and Kaylee holding onto my arm, looks as unhappy as I feel.

They know exactly where they are. Inside this ornate church are their dead parents. When the door opens, Sister Bellows and her husband, the Bishop of this local ward, are not expecting the look of terror on the face of the twins. Cringing, they try to fold themselves into me. Hoping somehow, I can make this all go away. But reality definitely sucks at times, and this is one of those times.

Kacy and Kaylee both start to cry, and their small diminutive bodies begin to shutter from the deep sorrow they're experiencing from the loss of their parents. How can you expect anything else. A little over forty-eight hours ago these wonderfully loving little girls were stripped of their childhood, when some of their neighbors and friends killed their parents.

Looking up at the anxious faces of the Bishop and Sister Bellows, I try to maintain my calm, but failing, I tell them in a bitter biting tone, “Please excuse us! We'll need another few minutes. You'll have to forgive my wives, if they no longer trust the people who supported the evil festered in the 'Community' for years!”

Even though it's the literal truth, the Bishop and Sister Bellows physically step back at the harsh words. Before closing the door the Bishop gazes at the twins and me, “Korben... Kaylee... Kacy... I'm profoundly sorry for my failure to act upon the knowledge that your Mother and Father brought before the church. Now, they've lost their lives as a result of my failure. I have failed you and our 'Community'. I hope one day you will find it in your power to forgive me, and the rest of our 'Community' that has failed you, too!” he finishes softly closing the door to the limo.

I hold the twins for a few more minutes, letting the words of the Bishop sink in. All around us in the dimly lit parking lot, I see the 'Community' gathering around the limo. In what seems to be an endless sea of humanity, they surround us. Laying their hands on the car: the children, their parents, and the old all are asking our new family for forgiveness. Many are visibly upset and crying as those inside the car cry, too.

Finally, I give the loves of my life a little shake, “It's time to be as brave as your Mama and Papa. Look out the window, and tell me what you see? They're all there, just outside... those that need our forgiveness. It's up to you whether we stay here. I can manage your father's businesses from Las Vegas. You don't ever have to see these people again. Remember they failed you, are you now going to fail them? I think it will take some time, but I think our place is here. To help fix the brokenness left by those who murdered your parents. This is our time to make a difference!”

The twins sitting up take a long look around them. Drying their eyes, they gaze up at me, “Husband there is something we haven't told you. Mr. Hamilton told us this morning, but we didn't want to tell you. Kacy and I don't want to lose you.” she pauses, but I hold my finger up to the beauty of her lips.

Smiling at my two precious gems, “What didn't you tell me... on our wedding night. You told me that all assets, and property passed to the male heir, or husband, even power. What you didn't know for sure was that it also included power within the 'Community', right! Why don't we see where things take us!” pausing for a few seconds, I repeat, “I take each of you as my wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward. Forsaking all others, except for your sister. I pledge to you my troth until the end of days!”

They are already in my lap, but somehow, as I wrap my arms around them, we are closer than we've ever been. Three hearts beating as one. We finally break apart, dry our tears and open the door.

There on the outside are our friends, family, and community members. All eyes are on us, as we get out of the limo. Hand in hand, we start to move slowly towards the church entrance, and the viewing of the twins' dead parents. Their shoulders back, their heads held high, we walk through a narrow lane that opens before us, as we move along.

Many of the 'Community' reach out to touch the twins, mostly the children. But also a few adults. I also see four smaller groups that remain away from the rest. One group is all girls ranging from late adolescence to preschool. The other three look like family groups, minus an adult male. These four groups don't move to join the rest of the 'Community' members gathering around the church entrance.

At the door, the Bishop and Sister Bellows escort us to the front of the church. There among the real golden splendor, lay two open plain wooden caskets. Leading the way, I look upon the father and beloved mother that gave their lives to save the twins. As I stand there, I feel the same gentle touch on my cheek, and what feels like a firm grip on my shoulder. I can't say I'm much of a believer, but I believe in this instant, both of their parents are now at peace.

The twins are crying again, but they are watching me intently, waiting until I take them forward. Looking down I give them a brief smile.

“It's okay, they're fine! But they need to say good-bye for now. They'll be waiting for us, when it's our time.” I encourage them to take my gifts forward the last few steps, to bid their loving parents good-bye.

We go to their father first. Neck down he is covered, dressed in an expensive black tailored suit. This is the first and last time I will see this man, who somehow decided to try and make changes to an abusive system within the 'Community'. The twins touch his face and kiss him on the lips. Small loving tear drops have fallen on his face... this man of change who fathered them. Their family might have been different from acceptable norms, but the twins had a loving relationship with their father.

Their good-byes said, they move to their mother. It's obvious from the pain and tears running freely down their cheeks that their mother will be sorely missed by the twins. Even in death this amazing woman remains strong, and beautiful for her children. Somehow a strong loving man has found them, and will care for them throughout their lives together.

When the girls have finally finished saying their good-byes, they move to let me approach their Mother. Bending down, I kiss her cold lips saying, “I have kept my vow. They are safe. I will do my best to right the wrongs that took you away from those you loved most. I will take up your cause to move the 'Community' forward into a better future. One where child abuse is not tolerated, even in a community where young brides are commonplace.” I promise, touching her face one last time.

I walk over to their Father. Reaching out I touch his hand, “I'm sorry our first and only meeting is like this. I will care for your daughter's. I promise to run your businesses fairly and provide for those that worked for you. I won't squander your resources, and will continue to support the church within this 'Community'.” I conclude turning to rejoin the twins.

My wives by my side, we move to face the rear of the church. The Bishop leads us over to stand by the twins Father. Sister Bellows opens the door to the sanctuary and the community starts to fill the pews in a quiet orderly fashion.

About ten minutes later the Bishop addresses the faithful. His message is brief. He talks about loss and the inevitability of death. Then he talks about failure, at a personal level, and when a community fails to recognize a malignancy that thrived too long without notice. How sometimes great pain leads to great change. In closing, he tells them that a time of great change has come. But through tolerance and acceptance of that change... great leaders will rise to lead them into a better future.

After a brief prayer, the members start to pay their respects to our grieving family. Many more tears, lots of hugs and kisses for the twins, firm handshakes and guarded smiles for me. Except for the little girls. They all need a hug and a kiss on the cheek from the man who saved Kaylee and Kacy.

By the time we have received everyone the twins are ready to drop. But the end to our long night is just getting started. Following the Bishop and Sister Bellows out the entrance to the sanctuary, we find a lone State Police cruiser at the bottom of the steps.

The Captain or Lieutenant in charge of our detail is waiting there with the patrolman that rode with us from Las Vegas. He asks us if things are okay, before they take off for home. I look about us at the large group of adults heading to the assembly hall next to church and thank him for all his trouble.

I do ask him what will happen to the men in custody for the murder of the twins parents. His answer is simple. They will be turned over to the leaders of the 'Church', along with all the evidence. The 'Church' will judge them and discipline them according to 'Church' Law for the offenses they've been accused of. After that the two State Police head out of the 'Community' compound, to return to their homes.

The Bishop and Sister Bellows have been waiting a short distance away with the twins. Catching up with them, we all continue to the assembly hall. The four groups haven't moved an inch. It's now quite cold out, and none of them have coats or sweaters. They are all noticeably cold and shivering. Several of the adult women are cuddling children, and the oldest of the girls in the other group is on her knees holding a couple of very unhappy little girls.

The Bishop and Sister Bellows ignore the four isolated groups, as if they aren't there.

Once inside the foyer, the adults seated on the inside of the assembly hall, stand. The Bishop and Sister Bellows escort the twins and I to a raised platform at the front of the assembly hall. There at a long finely crafted oak table are three chairs. One large and two smaller ones. Behind the platform are four other large chairs. This is obviously the council chamber for the 'Community'.

Me in my black long sleeve shirt and blue jeans, with the twins in their black mourning attire a respectful pace behind, make our entrance. The three of us get quite a mixture of looks from the assembled members. Everything from fear, disgust, benign tolerance, to hopeful smiles.

The Bishop motions for me and the girls to take the chairs on the raised platform, which we do. As soon as I sit down the assembled membership does likewise. The Bishop and Sister Bellows are seated on smaller raised platforms to my left and right. There are unknown symbols above each raised platform. Mine is aligned with the North, the Bishop the East and Sister Bellows the West, the assembled membership represents the Southern cardinal point.

The Bishop stands and calls the meeting to order. First order of business being the installation of the new Warden of the 'Return to Glory' religious sec. The floor is opened for discussion and a few people stand to ask about the transfer of power within a family. Others want to know if an outsider can be installed as Warden without becoming a member.

The Bishop listens intently, but tells them that Korben James Brighton, being the legally wed husband to the twins, is now a legal member of the 'Return to Glory' community. In addition, since their father, now deceased, being the only remaining governing council member in good standing, has by law passed his power to the same legally wed husband. Therefore, by law Korben James Brighton is the only remaining member of the ruling council, and if confirmed by the 'Community' membership will be the new 'Warden'

Finally with the heated conversations over, the Bishop closes the floor to all discussion and requests a vote to install Korben James Brighton as the Warden. One of the younger men stands and nominates me for the position of Warden. A few grumbles later, an older elder stands and 2nd my nomination followed by a bunch more grumbling.

The Bishop called for a general show of hands, and with only the men voting; I was confirmed as the new Warden, 72 to 41. At the end of the vote. The Bishop turns the meeting over to me.

Talking about being clueless, I sit there for a moment, before Kaylee whispers, “Call for a discussion on any new business!”

Standing, I call out in a firm voice, “Is there any new business that needs to be discussed tonight?”

Four men stand up to address the group. The Bishop asks each a brief question, before presenting them to me.

1 – wants to discuss a grievance with a neighbor

2, 3, 4 – all want to discuss the disposal of the 'Expelled'

The Bishop turned to me, “The 'Expelled' are the families of the council members that killed Kaylee's and Kacy's parents. The other group is the ten girls that were legally married to the previous Warden. These individuals by law have been 'Expelled from the 'Community' as well. The discussion will revolve around how to dispose of these unwanted members, and their families. They can be turned out with no resources, or sold to the highest bidder on a 'Dark Web' site that specializes in liquidating available female stock.

My shock at such a suggested outcome is mind numbing at best. I quickly ask Kaylee if I can call a recess to discuss the finer points of the law, before I make my decision. She answers that it's allowable to call a brief recess to discuss applicability of the law, and how to best resolve this problem.

Standing, I look at the assembled adults and the four men standing. Everyone waiting to see what my first actions as 'Warden' will be. Instead of blasting those that have wronged my family, I tell them, “Since the majority of requested discussion centers around the 'Expelled' members, I think our discussion should resolve this issue before any other. I will need a short recess to discuss how the law will be applied to this unusual circumstance, before discussing their disposal. Those involved in the neighbor grievance, please contact my staff for a private meeting between the aggrieved members!” I finish up, hearing a few murmured comments of approval.

When the Bishop and Sister Bellows stand, the rest of the assembled members stand as well. Leaving the platform, we all head to a small anteroom behind the main platform.

The Bishop and Sister Bellows both give me a warm smile, “Well Warden, that went much smoother than I anticipated. We thought you might refuse your new responsibilities. Why did you accept, if you don't mind me asking?”

Smiling back at them, I give them and the twins an answer they may not have expected, “When I came upon Johnathan and Clarissa, I thought they were both dead. Until Clarissa moved her hand. Going over to her, I instantly knew there was nothing I could do to help her. With her dying breath she asked me to find and care for her children. I feel the vow I made to her that night, not only includes her children, but the children of the 'Community'. Especially those that have suffered under the heinous leadership that has flourished unchecked by the church leadership.” pausing to regain control of my growing anger.

“You two are the spiritual leaders of this group of believers, and you have failed them by your own admission. You are both on notice; you will help me fix this mess, or I will find people who will. Is that perfectly clear!” my voice rising ominously.

The Bishop and Sister Bellows, heads hanging low, answer quietly, “Yes, Warden we understand perfectly. We will not fail our flock of believers again. How can we help?”

I look over at the girls and watch their nod of approval, knowing instinctively where I'm about to go.

“Okay, first I need to know my options concerning the 'Expelled' families and the wives of the previous 'Warden'?” I ask firmly.

The Bishop, squaring his shoulders, looks me in the eye, before continuing, “First Korben, now more than ever I feel that God has led you to us! My wife and I will do all we can to help you heal the grievous wounds that occurred during our flawed leadership!” gathering himself he continues, “There are two paths available to the 'Expelled' members: 1) the wives and family of the accused council members may remain within the 'Community', if they have a sponsor within the membership that will assume responsibility for them. This will require employment, food, and shelter. Everything they need to raise their children to become productive members, 2) the shun, or by law widowed wives of the former 'Warden'. They must be taken into an existing family and married under the law as bloodless, or tainted women. They will still have many of the same rights as a legal blood wife, except in the matters of leadership within the home. The blood wife has the right to the first fruits from the husband. The husband must leave the running of the home to the blood wife. His job will be to share himself as often as possible with all of his wives, but remembering that his priorities are to his legal wife or wives.” finishing up, he gives me an approving nod of his head.

Sister Bellows looks at me like I'm completely crazy, but the twins are smiling warmly at the man they love, trying to save more children from a life of abuse, torment, and death at the hands of child trafficker's.

When I stand, the Bishop and Sister Bellows follow suit. The Bishop knowing my mind tells me, “I know of no other who would do this. By taking these tainted members into your home, shows both forgiveness for those that wronged your family, and respect for our laws.”

Sister Bellows, gives me a weak smile, “Clarissa has chosen well! I will make a few calls to your home and warn the staff that they're about to have a flood of new family members showing up for food and a place to sleep.” hesitating for a second she asks, “Warden how are we to address you in private and in public?”

Smiling at this wise woman, I tell her simply, “ Privately, my name is Korben. Publicly for the time being, I am the 'Warden'!”

Her smile brightens noticeably, as she walks over to an old fashioned rotary dial phone.

The Bishop, twins and myself open the door to the anteroom, and walk back into the assembly hall to address the membership.

After we've sat down, and the membership has joined us, the Bishop stands to address the membership.

Pointing towards the entrance, “Please escort the 'Expelled' members inside, so that their judgment can be heard by all!”

Two burly ushers quickly go outside, and herd the three families, and the widowed wives inside to receive the judgment decree from the new 'Warden'. Their entrance isn't anything close to gentle, or the least bit understanding of their hopeless plight. The smaller children are crying, and the others clinging to one another as they are pushed and shoved down the central aisle. The membership is gloomily silent. Many of them have friends and most assuredly family being judged tonight.

Finally before the raised platform, they silently get back into the four groups that have been waiting outside alone and denied warmer clothing or even the ability to use the restroom. Many of the smaller children have soiled themselves. The smell of urine and feces slowly permeates the air within the assembly hall. All of this to humiliate and ridicule them publicly.

Somehow, my love for the twins and a vow to Clarissa keep my anger in check, but it's a close thing.

The Bishop turning to me, “Warden of the 'Return to Glory' community, these are the 'Expelled' family members of the men that savagely murder Jonathan and Clarissa Howard! It is up to you as the keeper of the Law to judge them for their crimes against the 'Community'.” he concludes, inclining his head towards me.

Standing slowly, I wait for everyone to stand with me. Before I speak, I feel two small hands taking mine in a show of complete solidarity, before the gathered people of our community.

In a loud clear voice, I start, “I wish to say a few words to you my brothers and sisters in the faith. I come from outside your 'Community', but when I found the dying Mother of these two precious young women, I promised her I would care for them from that point forward. They are now happily my first blood bound wives. With that vow, I believe that I'm to care for those who cannot care for themselves. Our 'Community' has suffered a great loss from the family and friends that were murdered, to the betrayal of the leaders that were empowered to protect the membership!” looking about I see that everyone is listening intently, even the children standing before me are quiet.

I take a deep breath before continuing, “I think as a community of believers, each of us has failed one another. Well that stops today! The word 'Community' means 'those together', sharing a common belief that by working together their future will be a better one. We have lost sight of that most basic of principles. We allowed a monstrous evil to guide the 'Community' for too long. We will now get back to the basics of 'those together'. My family and I forgive each of you that may have helped those who wronged us so grievously.” I finish looking down at the first family group to my left.

Turning towards the older woman with five children, I ask, “I don't know your name, or those of your children, I grant you the protection of my house. Do you accept my offer for you and your family?”

The silence in the assembly hall is deafening, as I wait for her reply.

Smiling ever so briefly, “My name is Josephine, most people call me Joey. My family and I would be honored to accept the Warden's patronage!”

Her and her family quickly move to take up a position behind the raised platform.

I turn back to the next family group. This one a younger very pretty brunette with three children, I ask the same question.

The silence in the assembly hall continues, as I continue to watch and wait for this Mother of three to answer my question.

Smiling brightly, she answers, “Thank you, Warden! My name is Hope. My family and I would be honored to accept the Warden's generous patronage.

Like the older woman, Hope herds her children over to join Joey's family behind the raised platform.

The last family is another pretty petite woman with dark black hair and an olive complexion. She has four children, the youngest still an infant.

Her smile is tentative at best, as she answers, “Thank you Warden for your forgiveness and the offer of your protection. My family and I accept your generous offer. Ooooh, sorry! My name is Francis... My friends and family call me Franky!” she answers, tearing up as she moves to hurriedly join the other families.

All eyes are on me, as I address the last group. But before I do, I sweep the seated membership with a soul piercing gaze that causes many to avert their eyes, “This last group through no fault of their own, or by any choice have been abused and brutalized by the very monster that killed two members of our community. Do any of you truly believe that these children were complicit in any way, in supporting this evil man in any way? I think not... There are more than just the two victims to this man's crimes. Those other victims stand before you. Alone, cold, hungry... they stood outside bereft of any form of human kindness; they've had to soil themselves waiting for us to decide their fate. How many of you are sitting in your own shit!” I take a few moments, or so to calm myself, I continue, “As a community each of you has failed these children, as much or even more than you have failed my family. You should be begging for their forgiveness, instead you have treated them like worthless animals. This type of behavior by members of this community stops now! You want to see the real wrath of this Warden, then treat and abuse children like this again, and you will find yourselves outside these protective walls in seconds!”

I pause a moment as I stand in front of them. The three men that had originally demanded this discussion are now seated. As a collective, the assembled members are one glum looking lot. Looking at the Bishop, I see him watching me. Nodding toward the last group of young girls, I walk off the raised platform and up to them. Strangely none of them cringe away in fear.

I'm joined by the Bishop and of course my wives slightly behind me. I address the assembled membership one final time tonight

“I'm sorry that our first meeting has been under these stressful circumstances. It's been such a short time since I held the hand of Clarissa as she passed from this world into the next. Her death, along with my vow has led me, and my new family back to here... our home. Kaylee, Kacy and myself invite you now to join us, as we gladly welcome these abandoned children into our family. I have asked the Bishop to marry us tonight, so that the ugliness that has brought us together will finally be over.” I finish by walking up to the group of ten little girls.

I get down on one knee, so I'm closer to their height. The older teenage girl is completely surrounded by the smaller members of the group. All except, one angelic, freckled face redhead little girl. Bold as brass she walks from behind the main group. Her crotch is soaking wet, from pissing her pants.

She doesn't smell very good as she saunters up in front of me. Her demeanor is one of object curiosity. Reaching out she runs her small petite hands along my face and up my jaw line.

Smiling, she looks back at the rest, “Monica, he's a whole lot prettier than our other husband!” she determines confidently, “Maybe he'll be nicer, too!” she finishes in a toothless lisp putting both hands on her hips, elbows out.

Smiling down at her, “So young lady, what is your name?” I ask, watching her growing confidence.

Backing up slightly, she inclines her head, “I'm sorry Warden! My name is Fiadh, it means 'wild' in Gaelic.” thinking for a few seconds, she replies like several of the adults, “Yea... everyone just calls me Fiadh” she finishes lisp and all.

That's when I hear the quiet laughter from the membership. Then I have the epiphany, of epiphanies, I feel that special gentle touch on my cheek. Whispering to myself, “Yes, Clarissa! I will watch after them all.”

Kacy giggling behind me, “Our Mama really likes you husband!”

Standing in front of Fiadh, I glance out to the assembled. It has just come to me, that 'those together' are here. Each of these young girls has family here in this room. A Mothers and Father, or maybe a Grandpa or Grandma... they're here.

Then I see her, a small redheaded younger woman, seated by a gnarled old man near the back. As our eyes meet she starts to cry, “I'm sorry!” I call out loudly, “Are there loved one's, or parents who would like to join their children as I bring them into my family?” I ask simply.

The small redheaded woman stands and works her way towards the center aisle. She looks back at the gnarled old man, but he doesn't move. Turning her back on him, she walks down the center aisle to stand behind Fiadh.

As Fiadh feels her Mothers touch, she looks quickly from her to me, and rushes towards me... wrapping her tiny little arms around my neck. Her tiny arms squeezing me tight, Fiadh whispers so only I can hear, “When we're married can my Mama come to visit me?” she asks with a soft lisp, her eyes filling with tears.

I pull Fiadh close, giving this really smelly little girl a mighty squeeze, “Yes, Princess any time she wants!”

A quick bear hug is all I get, as she runs back into the arms of her mother. Fiadh's mother looks at me, and mouths the words, “Thank you!”

My attention on Fiadh and her mother, I've failed to notice the others. They are making their way down the center aisles. Sometimes a single woman, or a loving couple, arms wrapped around the other, even a few grandparents, they come... Then it happens, hesitant at first, it starts in slow, then it starts to grow, 'those together' come to stand behind the last group. Only a few like the gnarled old man stay in their seats.

Soon the front of the assembly hall is packed with 'those together'. I lower my eyes, and smile at the ten young ladies that are about to join my growing family. Kaylee and Kacy move forward to talk and comfort their old friends. I'm in no hurry, the 'Community' needs this time to heal. There's lots of hugging and kissing, as parents are reunited with their children, they thought lost to them.

As I stand in front of the nearly united membership, I notice that the Bishop and Sister Bellows are by my side.

The Bishop reaches up and gives my shoulder a comforting squeeze, “Korben, I feared tonight would likely be the end of our 'Community', but now I think we're witnessing its rebirth!”

Kaylee and Kacy, having talked with all ten of the tainted girls, return to my side. Their families behind them, I address them, “I know the last few days have been a nightmare for each of you, but I want you, each to know that you will be safe beneath my roof. As my new wives, you will become part of my family. Kaylee and Kacy will help each of you adjust to your new home. All I ask of you is love each other, and treat each other with respect.” not wanting to frighten them, I consider my next words carefully. “Your responsibilities as my wives will be discussed in private!”

Looking at each of them, “I'm sorry that I don't know your names, but will each of you grant me the honor of becoming my wife. I promise to be an honorable husband, treating each of you with the respect you deserve. I will provide for you all the days of my life, and share my seed so that each will be blessed with children.” I pledge solemnly.

The Bishop stepped forward, “You have all heard this man pledge you the protection of his home, and the sharing of his seed. Do each of you take this man as your husband to have and to hold, to honor the man, to give him strong children, and be respectful of the blood wives that are already part of his family?” he intones solemnly.

The girls as one answer, “We take this man as our husband!”

Turning to me, “Korben James Brighton, do you take these ten tainted women to be your wives?”

Standing proudly before them, “I take each of these precious young women as my wife!” I vow in a loud clear voice. With that, I now have a full dozen wives to see to my pleasure.

Fiadh, the bold steps forward and motions me down to take a knee. Walking into my arms she wraps her arms tenderly around my neck and gives me a quick peck on the lips. Stepping back, each of the remaining nine move forward to repeat Fiadh action. After the little ones are done, I stand up to kiss the older ones. Several tell me their name including the lanky teenager, who's name is Monica. Her welcoming kiss is quite a bit more than a quickie peck.

After finishing, I ask Sister Bellows to help get everyone cleaned up, and as ready as possible to leave for our new home.

Springing into action the good Sister herds the lot of them into a large bathroom, while the Bishop sees to the boys. Kaylee, Kacy, and I stay in the Assembly Hall talking with the parents and friends of those that have now become part of my family. As before many a tear is shed among all the hugs and kisses.

I personally invite each of them to visit our home, any time they would like, and that they're children have the right to visit their parents during the day, as long as Kaylee and Kacy agree.

Maybe fifteen minutes after Sister Bellows herded the children into the bathroom, they start to emerge a little worn out, but happy and looking forward to going to their new home. They're dressed in a variety of mostly discarded adult clothing.

Many of the membership stop by to wish us well, before heading out to their own homes and families. Kaylee and Kacy are off with the Sister Bellows helping with the new family members.

Sister Bellows and the Bishop are amazing, less than a half hour after the abbreviated marriage ceremony. The twenty-eight of us are loaded up in a mix of cars, trucks, vans and even a church minibus for the short drive to our new home.

The farm / ranch is ablaze with lights everywhere. As we start to unload, a small army of staff and ranch hands pitch in to get everyone inside. First order of business is food. Lots and lots of food. Mostly breakfast fare, but some sandwiches are also available.

The twenty-eight of us start in on the food like a bunch of ravenous animals. The kitchen, and house staff bustle about like this is quite the norm, and not the exception. Many of the house staff stop for a few moments to hug and kiss the twins. To my surprise, I get nearly as many as they do.

Even the farm hands make time to come up to meet me and hug the twins. Everyone is still saddened with the loss of Jonathan and Clarissa, but the twins are safe and their new husband seems to be a decent guy.

Sometime a little after 2 am, everyone has been fed, the three families that are now in my employment are taken to three small family units. These smaller houses are usually used during harvest, but are now their new homes. They are left to settle in their new home and take care of their families. The rest of my employees head for bed; the early morning care of livestock won't wait until mid morning.

The house staff is quite the exception, they are busy cleaning up the new family members. This includes making sure they're treated for the diaper rash the little ones acquired during the long day with no bathroom breaks. Finally Sarah, the house staff Steward comes into the kitchen with this giant shit eating grin on her face. Unable to restrain herself, she chuckles out loud, as she tells me everyone is eagerly awaiting my arrival in the master bedroom. Before she leaves to get some rest herself, she grabs me in a mighty bear hug and kisses me on the forehead.

“Thank you Warden for all you've done for the twins and their parents. When should I wake the family?” she asks with a leader's confidence.

Smiling at the heavy set patriarch of the house staff, “First you may call me Korben, when we're at home. Please let everyone sleep as long as you can. We have some very tired children after today's stressful events. Not to mention myself. I think I could sleep for a week!”

Sarah looks at me, with a deep understanding, “Okay Korben! But they may be up earlier than you think. The twins may be in mourning, but many of the rest are eager to service their new husband... “ she laughs out loud before concluding, “Welcome home, sir! I will see you in the morning.”

Standing, she quickly guides me to a large heavy oak door, “Sleep tight Korben... if you can!” she giggles again heading down the hallway to disappear around a corner.

Suddenly tired beyond belief, I gaze warily at the door to my bedroom, and the twelve young ladies on the other side. Leaning forward I press my ear up against the thick wooden door. Nothing, not a single solitary sound is coming from the other side.

Knowing I have to man up, I knock on the door, wait a few seconds and open the door to the largest bedroom I've ever seen, and right in the middle of it is a giant ass bed. Probably the size of four king size beds, but from the looks of things, it might be a bit too small. The bed is literally covered in young nubile preteen hotties.

Kaylee and Kacy are dressed in some type of men's long sleeve black dress shirt. Of course they are still in mourning and off limits to their husband. The rest of the newlyweds are more than available. But to my surprise only two are naked, little miss Fiadh and the teenager Monica. In fact several of the younger ones are covered in small warm blankets and clearly asleep. As I walk through the door several of them, wearing my extra gray t-shirts hop off the bed to escort me to the edge of the bed.

Giggling and laughing quietly they begin to unbutton my long sleeve shirt, and unfasten the top button on my blue jeans. Working quickly they undress me. They do leave my underwear on for the two chosen to service me tonight. I don't have to consummate each of my new wives, because they're all non-virginal. But I do have to make myself available to my new family. Each will likely bear multiple children fathered by me. Twelve wives, shit this is nuts. I've gone from a lonely bachelor, to a married man, to a very, very, wealthy man, to a very, very, wealthy man with twelve wives.

Kaylee and Kacy watching from the middle of the bed, slither to the edge of the bed. As I stand there in my underwear, the twins climb off the bed for the grand unveiling. One on either side, they slide my tighty whitey's down my long muscular legs. There between my legs is eight inches of throbbing rock hard cock. Every girl that's not asleep, crowds around to take a look at the massive piece of man meat, they'll each have to service.

Fiadh, my little redhead pixie, breaks the silence in her endearing toothless lisp, “Ooooh my! I didn't think they came that big.”

Monica audibly gulps, as Kaylee and Kacy giggle softly. Kaylee gives Monica a sympathetic look, “You just wait! It feels like having a baseball bat shoved up your kitty. But pretty soon Korben will have you squealing for more.” she coos contentedly.

Everyone clears a little space for me to sit on the edge of the bed, Fiadh saunters up to get down on her knees in front of my massive cock. Her toothless grin is somehow perfect for the moment. Even as tired as I am, seeing her beautiful freckled face, framed in a curly mane of bright red hair, about to give me a shallow mouth blow job seems like a great way to end the day.

Kacy may be out of action, but she quickly grabs my cock so Fiadh can get started on me. No more than seven-years-old, she starts using her small pointed tongue to caress the sensitive coronal ridge surrounding the head of my dick. Taking her time, she licks her way around the thick Glans several times, stopping to give the sensitive flesh a little toothless nip.

Enjoying the feel of her tiny tongue on my heated flesh is strikingly erotic. Reaching out I run my hand lovingly through the thick red curls atop her head. Purring contentedly, I look down to see Fiadh smiling up at me. Lowering her gaze, she returns to servicing my cock. Working her way down the eight inch length of my cock, she licks and nibbles away, as it twitches wildly in Kacy loose grip.

Fiadh, deciding to move along, works her way up the glistening shaft to give the large bulbous head one final soft lipped kiss. Opening wide she tries to take the massive Glans inside her small mouth. Being a trooper, she works away until she finally crams the head of my cock into her mouth. It's a tight fit, but after a few warm up tries, Fiadh begins to bob her head up and down, sucking me off with a youthful zeal.

Her tiny mouth is only big enough to take the head of my cock, inside the warm sucking confines of her mouth. But no matter, the feeling of Glans moving in and out of her tiny mouth, back and forth through her tight lips, scraping across her sharp baby teeth, the tip of her small tongue slipping into my piss slit, the warm moist comfort is beyond belief. She is simply wonderful, my groans and moans of increasingly heated pleasure only encourages her to suck all the harder.

Kacy watches intently, bends down to whisper in Fiadh's ear, “You're doing great, but you need to use your hands to jack him off, as you suck on the head. Reach down with both hands and grab him near the bottom of the shaft. You just need to move the loose skin up and down, quickly. He really likes that, I know!”

Fiadh, doing her best as a seven-year-old , probably never got much help on how to pleasure a man. Moving her hands from the top of my thighs, she tentatively touches the hot silky soft skin covering the steely core beneath. My cock lurches upward, enjoying her gentle touch.

Surprised by my response, the head of my cock plops noisily from her lips. Giggling, “Ooooh, my! It's like... alive or something!” she coos with her toothless lisp.

“It's okay you won't hurt him. This is part of how you pleasure a husband with a big dick!”

Fearless as always, Fiadh wraps her tiny hands around my thick cock, and gently moves the soft pliant skin along the hardened shaft beneath. Cooing happily at her success, she opens wide. Seconds later, I'm back inside the warm moist Nirvana of Fiadh's tiny mouth. It only takes her a few minutes to get the hang of working her small hands up and down my throbbing cock using long slow two handed strokes, while slurping and sucking on the end of my cock.

Enjoying the lewdness of the moment, I finally give voice to the pleasure this spunky redhead is giving me. As my need for a final release rages between my legs, I need her to stop before I fill her mouth with my fiery spunk, “Oooh shit! Fiadh that feeeels, so damn good. I need you to slow down Princess! We need to let Monica have a turn. Ooooh, ummph, please Fiadh!” I ask reaching down to grab a handful of curly red hair.

Tugging on her hair a few times, she finally coughs up the head of my cock. The entire eight inch shaft shining wetly, is covered in her slimy spit Moaning unhappily, she continues to jack me off slowly, “But if I quite now, Monica will get it all... your know all your cum!” she complains dropping her hands to her side and balling up her fist, stomps her small foot in abject protest.

Fiadh, still mad as hell, continues, “I never get any of the good stuff. That stupid old man always unloaded in one of the older girls. All he wanted to do was get them pregnant. Then when they didn't, he would beat, and torture them. Even when he fucked me, he would pull out and plop it in Monica, or one of the other cum sluts. Just once I would like more than a trickling ooze!” she finishes glaring with jealousy at Monica who's waiting for me on the bed.

Chuckling at this feisty little redhead. I let her rant a bit, trying not to scold her on our first night. Finally, she winds down a bit and starts to cry softly. Her arms hanging loosely at her side, she stands dejected, in front of me awaiting for a punishment that isn't coming.

I kneel down in front of her, and notice for the first time her puffy and swollen Pubis Mons, along with her entire genitalia is covered in white A&D Diaper rash ointment. I'm sure several of the little ones just pissed, or pooped in their underwear. The older ones probably didn't give a shit, and copped a squat in the church parking lot. In any case, Fiadh is probably one sore little girl.

As soon as I get down on one knee she comes over, and drapes her tiny body over my knee, ass in the air; she's obviously ready for a good ass beating. Reaching down I lift her head and pull her upward, until she stands in front of me, with her head down. She fairly reeks of despair, and the fear of a frequently abused child.

Holding her under the chin, I use my thumb to gently caress her tiny lips. Her green eyes looking up suddenly are sparkling pools of mixed emotion, as I lean in to kiss her tenderly. Her reaction is viper-like quick. Her tiny arms shootout to wrap themselves around my neck, and the warmth of her tiny body is now molded to mine.

Wrapping my arms around her small torso, I let our first kiss deepen. Her tiny tongue darts out to probe between my lips, before darting back inside her mouth. Someone has taught her how to french kiss. Opening my mouth slightly, her tongue soon finds its way inside to play with mine. Purring contently, she uses the front of her soft warm body to caress the front of mine.

Finally, I break our kiss, and look deep into her eyes that sparkle with new hope. Still holding her tight, I feel her head resting on my shoulder. Whispering so only she can hear, “That was the best blow job I've had in days! How about you help me fuck Monica, and I'll make sure you get more than a oozing trickle tonight... okay!

When I let her go, Fiadh stands up straight and wipes her nose with the back of her hand. Holding up her right hand, she has her little finger sticking up. Smiling happily, “Pinky swear!” she purrs, lisping slightly.

Raising my hand, I extend my pinky towards her, as our little fingers lock, I pledge solemnly, “I pinky swear!”

Giggling she races back in to give me another quick peck on the lips, before taking my hands to help me stand up. My cock now at half mast is one pathetic looking piece of man meat. Fiadh, seeing my cock, instantly takes my cock in one tiny hand, and bending over at the waist, shoves me back inside her mouth. She actually gets a little over two inches inside now that I'm soft. Starting in on me again, she starts slurping and sucking away. A minute or so later, gagging and sputtering away, she has me hard as a rock.

Now standing up Fiadh is once again giving the head of my cock the wildest blow job. Looking at the bed only a few feet away, Monica is on all fours with her ass towards the edge and her legs dangling in space. She is watching Fiadh suck my cock. Seeing me watching her, she gives her heart shaped teenage ass a lewd wiggle. Monica's hips are wider and her butt has filled with some very appealing roundness. Her genitals gleam wetly, she waits impatiently for Fiadh to finish her warm up.

I reach down and take my cock, gently pull it from between Fiadh's lovely lips. As I do she looks up with those sparking green eyes, and holds up her hand, pinky out in a non to subtle reminder. Smiling fondly at the little redheaded minx, I give her curly red hair a good ruffle, before turning to move in between Monica's widely spread legs.

Monica is a very long of limb, thirteen year old. She's probably at least 5' 7” and growing. The best part of this young teen is she's all long lean legs. Walking up behind her, I run my hands along her lower back, and up along her sides, until bending over, I can grasp a soft firm teenage tit in each hand. They're at least a small 'B' cup of soft pliant girl flesh, crowned by two darkish pink, inch diameter Areola, with a hard pencil eraser sized nipple on top.

They feel wonderful, Monica is the only female in the room with tits. Her dark brown pubic bush has been shaved off to keep her looking like a young preteen girl. But this isn't a preteen, but a long lean framed teenager that might be able to take most of me.

As I knead her simply, awesome tits, I feel Fiadh sliding my cock down the warm heated crack between Monica's ass cheeks. My little redheaded minx knows exactly what to do with my cock. She nuzzles me into the fiery slit of Monica's teenage pussy. Easing forward, I slip into the slick fleshy furrow, to find Monica's smoldering vaginal opening.

Monica has been cooing and purring ever since I started fondling her lovely set of tits. Making eye contact with her, I give each of her ultra hard nipples a loving twist and push into her tight vaginal canal. Unlike the younger girls Monica tight cunt is big enough to accommodate the thick girth of my throbbing cock.

But my painful penetration is met with a hoarse grunt of acceptance. Slowing, I let Monica get used to the pain, and the feel of a large adult cock in her distended cunt. I'm inside her about three very tight, fun filled inches. Her breathing is decidedly erratic, as I continue to play with her tits and especially the ultra hard nipples. Giving each nipple another painful squeeze, I push another few inches of rock hard cock into her already fully distended love canal. Monica's young cunt is already making love to my cock, as it squeezes and milks the male invader impaling her womanhood.

Five inches inside the warm comforting confines of a teenage pussy, and with three inches to go, Monica is handling her first big white cock just fine. The rest of the girls are all crowded around us, mesmerized by the very large cock disappearing inside their friend. Even Kaylee and Kacy have join my other wives in watching, as I get ready to fuck Monica's tight immature pussy.

I give the hard nipples of her wonderfully soft teenage tits a final squeeze, and with a yelp of painful pleasure slam the last three inches of cock inside. Her ear piercing squeal is closely followed by a host of oohs and aaahs from my other wives. Monica amazingly has taken me completely inside. Balls deep, I feel two wonderful new sensations; the first is the firm heart shaped buttocks pressed against my lower abdomen, but the second in the soft tip of my cock resting against the hard concentric muscle of Monica's teenage cervix.

I take my time sliding six plus inches of rock hard cock from Monica's heated flesh. As her body shakes and trembles from the intense pain filled pleasure. I push back into her body in one smooth penetrating plunge. Pressed up against her buttocks once again, my cock feels quite happy nuzzled up against her cervical opening.

Repeating this nice easy stroke, I loosen Monica up for the pussy pounding fuck, I'm about to give her. In and out... smooth and easy, I hear her pain filled moans, turn to coos and purrs of intensifying erotic delight.

My cock now gleaming wetly, slides in and out of her dripping wet cunt with a balls tingling smoothness that is euphorically erotic for us both. Her warm-up over; I give her a couple of long hard strokes, that elicit delightful moans of intense sexual bliss. Monica is ready for her first really hard pussy fuck.

I start out slowly enjoying the hot teenage piece of ass that surrounds my throbbing manhood in the mantle of her fleshy tightness. Using long, full, balls deep, penetrating strokes, I bang away at the doorway to her teenage womb. Then gradually, I bring the speed and tempo up, as I start to fuck Monica teenage cunt with a growing lust-filled need to fill her egg baring womb with my seed. She's my wife now and sharing my seed is part of my husband responsibility, so as I pound away in my teenage fuck toy, my ball gradually pull up against the base of my cock.

Monica, now lost to her own growing desire for a massive release is pushing back against me, forcing my cock brutally against her cervical opening. I'm not even fucking her any more, she's fucking herself over and over again, this hot teenage girls impales herself on my eight inch cock. As she gets closer and closer to an intense orgasm, the other girls all gather round to watch. Several wondering what's happening are whispering to Kaylee or Kacy. They've never seen anyone enjoying sex, let alone one of their numbers about to have an orgasm.

While Kaylee and Kacy explain what's about to happen, Monica's lithe teenage body begins to shake and tremble uncontrollably. Her orgasm takes her quickly and powerfully. I grip her bony hips tightly... holding myself inside her. The muscles inside her over stuffed vagina, milks my cock like an ultra warm fleshy hand; each repetitive muscle contraction ripples along the shaft buried deep in her heated sheath.

Monica's enjoyment of the moment is announced throughout the house, as she gives voice to her orgasmic pleasure. Squealing and screaming, she starts to buck around on my dick like an unbroken filly. While Monica lets everyone know how much fun she's having with her new husband. I resume my bare back ride of this spirited teenage filly, plunging my cock into her cunt again and again, I fuck her long and hard... even as she reveals in her orgasmic high.

As my own grunts and groans grow more insistent, I feel a small arm wrap itself around the top of my thigh, and a small warm naked body leans against me. My need for release is very near, sparing a quick glance down, I see Fiadh smiling up at me. She's waiting for me to keep my pinky promise.

Never slowing, I keep on fucking Monica with short rapid strokes pumping my cock into her repeatedly. The smacking of flesh on flesh, the sound of our heavy breathing, the smell of sex is a heady aphrodisiac, as I reach the bursting point.

With a noisy groan, I feel that wonderful 'happy ending' male feeling, at the onset of my orgasmic spasm. The ladies hearing me, all gather around to watch me finish inside Monica. With a final one, two, punch, my cock explodes inside Monica.

Leaving the head of my cock pressed tightly against her batter cervical opening, I fill her young teenage womb, as the first titanic blast of cum spews out the end. Pulling out and slamming back in, I unload three more massive loads of cum inside Monica.

After the fourth blast of fiery ejaculate leaves the end of my cock into Monica's well fertilized womb, I quickly pull my cock from her dripping cum filled cunt. Wrapping my hand around the base, I squeeze off the next blast of cum. Turn to the little redhead standing beside me.

I smile down at her disbelieving facial expression, “Hurry Fiadh, open your mouth! I've got something for you.” I whisper hoarsely between labored breaths.

Fiadh lets go of my leg, and like a hungry baby bird opens wide, ready for the Papa bird to feed her some nice warm tonsil cream fresh from the source. When I release my death grip on my cock, Fiadh's head is not quite in the right position, and my next heavy spurt of cum misses her tiny mouth. Instantly the right side of her beautiful pale white, freckled face gets splattered with a large gooey white blob of fresh, from the cock cum.

Fiadh, taking this in stride, finally gets the head of my cock into her mouth, before I unload another healthy load of sperm rich cum down her tiny throat. Her mouth full of cock, the massive load has nowhere to go, but down. Unable to cough or gag, her cheeks bulge out briefly, and her pretty green eyes open wide, as she finally swallows the large deposit of cum. The last two ejaculations are not as forceful, which allows Fiadh to swallow them without much trouble.

Finally down to an oozing trickle, Fiadh lets my large Glans slip from her mouth, but keeping her lovely lips around the piss slit, she sucks the last bit of seed from my depleted dick. Smiling up at me, she shows me a nice large white clump of pearly white sperm, before swallowing the last of my seed.

Fiadh smacking her lips for more, “That was quite tasty husband, when can I expect some more. I know I'm to small to take you in my kitty, but some of the girls were talking about butt sex. Maybe I could do that. I mean if you want, we could try that sometime!”

Smiling at the little redheaded minx, “Maybe Fiadh, but for now let's wait until everything settles down a bit... okay?” I ask quietly.

“Oooh, oooh, sorry! Kaylee and Kacy will help with everything, right?” she asks. Her endearing lisp is back.

“That's right Fiadh, they will be in charge of the house. But I'm pretty sure they'll get you scheduled as soon as possible for your first butt fuck. You and Monica were great tonight! Now let's get ready for bed... it's very late!” I emphasize looking around at the others.

Monica is laying on her side, legs firmly together holding my ample seed inside her nicely shaped teenage body. My duties to my wives nearly done, I climb into the middle of the bed, where those that aren't sleeping close in to meet their new husband.

Propping myself up on a pile of pillows, I let each of the new girls cuddle, while they tell me their names. I now have a Mary twelve, an Allison eleven, an Allie ten, an Ella ten, a Britney nine, a Sarah eight, and the two little ones sleeping are Elizabeth (Lizzy) five and finally Anna the smallest at four.

I spend a few minutes with each, touching and kissing them. Welcoming them to my family is wonderfully simple. I tell them all they're safe here. They have the right to join me in sharing my seed, but if they choose not to, then that will be kept a secret within our bed chambers.

Finished for the night. Monica settles in on my left being the seed bearer for tonight, and the twins my blood wives, side by side on my right. With me in the middle of our very large bed, the rest of my new family all try to find a place close to me; all except Fiadh, who being such a small snippet of a little girl gets to sleep on my chest... just for tonight.

As we all settle down, I bid them all a good night and a restful sleep. Most of the girls drift off to sleep almost instantly. Monica with my seed searching her egg-less womb by the millions, is fast asleep. Her soft purring snore is somehow soothing.

With sleep closing in, I feel Kacy stirring as she snuggles in a little closer. In an ultra quiet whisper, “Thank you my love, for saving all of them. I know that twelve is probably way too many, but there are young men under our roof that have no hope of a family. They're poor, or have no status within the 'Community'. They would be perfect for those who don't interest you as much. It's completely within the Law to give a wife away to a deserving individual inside our household. Kaylee and I will handle everything, when the time is right!” she concludes before thinking of something else.

“I think Fiadh and Monica will be very nice long term additions to our family. You will need to father children as soon as possible. Monica has already approached Kaylee and I. She's almost fourteen and would like to have your first child. I told her we'd think about it... later maybe when things quiet down.” she finishes snuggling in as close as possible.

I tilt my head to the side, kissing the top of her blonde hair, which smells pleasantly of strawberries, “Thank you Kacy! I may have twelve wives, but you and your sister are my true loves. The others I will learn to love in time.” I tell her sleepily.

Just before sleep folds me in her comforting arms, I listen for a few seconds to quiet happy sounds of twelve children safe and sound, sleeping just a few feet away.

Whispering softly, “Good night my loves, may you sleep in peace beneath my roof. May you dream of the warm days of summer, where the darkness of life never crosses your path.” As I finish, sleep takes me in it's restful arms.

[Sarah, checking the baby monitor in her room, looks with smiling contentment at the large bed in the middle of the master bedroom. There, finally asleep in the middle of twelve happy little girls rest the new 'Warden'. She muses to herself about the future of the strange outsider; somehow in the last few days he has not only saved the precious twins, but ten other little ones that would have been sold into a short life of sexual perversion. If he does nothing else, he will still have her eternal respect.

She smiles again when she sees Monica nestled along Korben's left side. That hot little slut woke the whole household when she had her orgasm. Shit, I hope Korben gets the sex out of the way earlier in the evening, or they'll have to add sound proofing to the master bedroom. She can't have her staff awake at all hours of the night, just because the new 'Warden' is fucking one of his many wives. Chuckling to herself, beside Kaylee and Kacy will soon have Korben knock Monica up just to get her out of their bed for a while. They need a little time to consolidate their power within the household, as the blood wives. Their home, safe and sound, but blood wives at ten...

A few minutes later, Sarah walks into the master bedroom to cover everyone in light comfortable blankets. As she finishes taking care of the new Warden's family, she walks over to the door. Smiling happily, she turns off the main lights and closes the door behind her.]