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Twenty-Three Ceremonies

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By the end of the third day I was wishing that Rhoda had told Henry and Poloma that I was not fit enough to go through the different cleansing ceremonies that would replace the single sweat lodge ceremony. The fifty different scents from herbs and smudges had kept me with a headache from the first morning until the last day. My attitude with my family was for shit even with the boys that were having a fit that AC/DC had taken over for Tiffan other when the twins and Jude were in class. I wanted to sleep but the boys wouldn't stay in their own beds, then swarmed over mine piling on top of Junior and I.

When Jude finally fell asleep on Junior's chest the other boys settled down in time for the girl to start acting up, kicking and pounding against the walls confining them. I had a moment of fear that this was going to be our next fifteen years, boy acting up followed by the girls and back to the boys not giving us any rest. If the idea gave Junior second thoughts about getting married he never said a word. AC/DC asked about four hours after we lay down if he could go into the bathroom and use the tub for a bed. The noise was not allowing him to sleep, either.

"I am going to have to start disciplining them harder."

"You should talk to my father before you decide to go that route. I don't remember ever being disciplined until I was turned over to the Sheriff when I was thirteen. Our families don't believe that discipline is needed if the child is made to suffer the consequences of his actions. If I caused the neighbors trouble and the father of the family threw something at me my parents would never think about stopping him or consoling me for getting hurt. The idea is that children learn better if what they do has consequences. That might be true but all those boys and girls that I took sexually against their will without ever having an adult step in? I think there must be a happy medium.

"My Father may be able to help you find that line. I know he was not like most Choctaw fathers. He believed a child could be disciplined with a switch from the nearest tree. Thomas still has marks that prove that."

"I will not ever abuse one of my children that badly. If you ever think one of the children will be scarred from my discipline, stop me." I trusted Junior to do that, he didn't believe the boys should feel my displeasure.

The evening and getting the boys to sleep had been so difficult that we didn't even try to take them to their own beds. I made sure the cover was up over our groins and curled into Junior's side before falling to sleep. As hard as the girls kicked me in the middle of the night I thought we should research some of the women's soccer heroines to give them good names to live up to. I could only remember the one from an Olympic team my grandmother had told us had been her roommate the first year they attended college, Mia Hamm? At least I thought I had the first name right, it sounded good for one of my girls I would have to think about the other girl, are there that many female soccer stars?

Breakfast was late the next morning. I didn't much care, I fixed the bottles for Jude and Shiloh, Ton and Dana joined Jack in munching on some cinnamon rolls that someone had brought from the main kitchen. Junior griped about there not being food until I told him if he was that hungry that he was welcome to cook his own breakfast, he needed to know from the start that I was not the cook for the family. About that time Queesha and Tomasina brought out a kettle of oatmeal and bowls.

"At least it will stick to your ribs and you won't be hungry before mid-day." I managed to say it before he had the chance to gripe. He glared at me but got himself a bowl of the sludge and slowly downed it with the much too strong coffee. I knew who I would never ask to take over in the kitchen.

Chick joined Junior and I after finding a cup for his coffee. Maria stuck with the women, it was probably a treat for her since it had been four years since she had more than fifteen minutes to talk with a woman and that had been medically. Chick was asking about Nino when he and Joey stumbled out of the house that he had been assigned. Both men looked extremely pleased with themselves until Joey saw what was passing for breakfast.

"Leave it go Joey, you deserve a day off. You look like the night was enjoyable." I was understating how he looked but he had never been too exuberant about his sexual escapades other than a few times with me. It was the first time that the boys ignored him since he had spent that first night with us.

"You are getting married tomorrow?" Nino must have been thinking about that all night, sorry Joey.

"Day after tomorrow. I have to finish the cleansing ordeal today. I get to rest and reflect tomorrow and the next day an hour before mid-day we will meet each other about twenty feet from here (I pointed tot he spot) and Thomas will officiate a native ceremony that will unite us for the next six years."

"Six years?"

"Nino that is the adoption ceremony, we won't be getting married for another month. Why can't you keep them separate?"

"I insisted on a term limit, Nino. If we want to spend more time together we will go through another native union ceremony." I ignored Junior's comment.

"What do the children think about you getting married?"

"They have no field of reference. The only people they know that are married are Jeff and Queesha. They may be married but when the village failed to approve marriage as one of the matters we wished to control they started to live their own lives although I can't say I know that either of them has done too much sexually without the other. A little experimenting which I'm sure has been good for both of their minds."

"I'm not sure my Catholic background is going to be able to accept this."He was clutching what I thought might be a rosary.

"But you can accept having sex with Joey?" I hate hypocrisy even when it allows a man to indulge in sex with another man.

"It took me a long time to accept that having sex with a man was not a sin that would condemn me to Hell for eternity." Joey hadn't let go of his hand and Nino wasn't attempting to pull away.

"Nino, take it one step at a time. There are going to be enough new ways of doing things in the village that should you try to grasp them all at one time your moral compass would explode." I was trying to avoid an argument with him.

"Would you like a day of rest, Nino, or would you like to start to work on a project?"

"I'm not sure my engineering background is what you need but I will give any project you think might help the village all I can."

"I'm glad to hear that. To get your degree did you have at least a serious course in chemistry at the University?"

"I actually took the required year and two extra courses. I knew I might want to understand the fluids I would be moving better than the average engineer."I was glad to hear that.

"That sounds like you should think of the first project as a simple lab experiment that you know the steps and goals and are going through them to prove to yourself the theories are correct. I have about nine pounds of gold. It needs to be purified and made into wires of different gauges."

"Not quite a first year experiment in the chemistry lab but definitely a project that I won't have too much difficulty completing. But why do you want gold wire?"

"We want to get the phones reworked as walkie-talkies, first. Second we would like to get one or two computers working , the one we made run with the carbonite material is extremely slow so we haven't been able to do what we would like with the security system or communications with the Nasa satellite." Their were other uses of the gold but that was enough to get his mind working on the gauges he would be needing to string the gold in.

"Is there anyone that could assist me?" I was sure Joey wasn't going to like it when I opened my mouth but the village had been using Franco as the all purpose pair of hands when pure labor was needed.

"Thomas and Henry are waiting for you." I hate to stereotype my new family but they had never been too prompt when time had been stated so I wasn't too worried that I was keeping them waiting this time. I handed Jude to Junior and told all the boys to listen to AC/DC or they would not be given dinner when I returned to the community center.

"Is he a servant in your house?" Nino looked at AC/DC lecherously, I could see the bou was going to have to watch his ass.

"I'm not sure we have decided what to call him. Henry Sr. thinks we should marry him and call him our first wife. AC/DC thinks we should enslave him. Junior and I have proposed having him work as the Nanny and maid but that doesn't seem to be all the duties he will be fulfilling." Junior and I had both quickly caressed his butt before he headed off to the house obviously enough that Nino would not have been able to miss it.

For three days I had gone through ceremonies that had me start my circuit around the sweat lodge dressed in my full leathers (still a bit loose) and boots until at the end of the third day I was down to wearing a feathered pouch, that barely covered my cock and balls, hanging on a tight rawhide strip around my waist and held down with one end of the rawhide up my butt crack and no shoes. Junior helped me retie the rawhide before I walked off to the last of the ceremonies, he hadn't been allowed anywhere near me during the previous three days but on the last day would join me for the last ceremony, one to give me to Thomas as a member of his family.

That relationship was one of those that I had to drop as a white man, I was not a true nephew so my idea of incest was irrelevant. The first ceremony of the day had me stripped of the pouch and weights tied to both my sac and cock in place before Henry drove me around the sweat lodge with a rod tipped with bones of an Eagle that was supposed to force my mind to see the spirit animal that was to guide me the rest of my life. My back and legs were aching from being hit although none of the strikes had been that hard. I could see the look of horror on Poloma and Thomas' faces as we passed them again and again.

It might have been a hundred or more times that I was driven around the sweat lodge before a vision of the Moose that I had seen in Maine appeared where Poloma and Thomas had been sitting. I hadn't been told what to do when or if I found a spirit animal but it seemed natural to me to drop to my knees and bow my head to the grass. How long I was in that position I have no idea but when I looked to see who was attempting to raise me from the ground I saw Junior had one arm and Thomas the other.

They guided me into the sweat lodge. I couldn't have refused going if I wanted, my body was no longer under my control. As I looked back hoping to see Rhoda or Tiffan all that was between me and the walls of the houses was the Moose polishing his antlers against what I had thought was placed there to hold the goal post. I can't tell you what happened in the sweat lodge, I have been sworn to secrecy. I will say there was perhaps two minutes that could be called sexual, another two or three minutes that was intended to be humiliating and the rest had to do with instructing me in the way of Henry's family with a final minute of the same in reference to Thomas' family.

While Thomas was talking the girls started to squirm? I guess that is the best word since they weren't actually kicking but fussing. I looked to the side where Tiffan had hidden himself and nodded at him. I was carried from the lodge to the med center by Thomas, Junior and Tiffan with Henry and AC/DC following behind pronouncing me a family member to everyone we passed. Rhoda was not pleased with the condition of my back and legs but gave the girls a healthy okay before allowing the men to lay me on my side. She and Junior careful cleaned away the half dried blood and then gave way as Poloma insisted she be permitted to tend to the wounds with a Native unguent. As the unguent was rubbed into the wounds my body would immediately respond by feeling better in that area. I suppose it was by intent that Henry hadn't raised welts or blood on my butt or the insides of my legs. As soon as Poloma was finished Junior helped me to my feet and I surprisingly found myself able to walk to our home down one level.

I rested for most of the afternoon, except for the two times when I begged Junior to fuck me. I wished I could have laid on my back and allowed him to ride my cock but I was still too sore to allow that. He did have me sit on the edge of the bed so he could suck my cock before telling me that there would be one final ceremony after dinner. I groaned, I had no desire to walk around the sweat lodge again.

"You won't need to walk. I tried hard to convince my father that this ceremony was not necessary. He wouldn't listen. I tried to tell him that part of our marriage contract was to include prohibitions against what will occur but he refused to listen. I begged Thomas and Poloma not to allow him to follow this ancient custom from when the tribe took Apache warriors into their homes he insisted that he had followed the custom and so would you."

"What am I to do?"

"You are going to have Henry, Thomas, Poloma, AC/DC and myself take you sexually in front of the others. Poloma can get away with only sucking your cock but she may use a dildo on you while doing it. The rest of us will be required to fuck you." He really looked anger at his father because of the ceremony.

"Junior, do you want me to do this? If I don't go through it, will I be allowed to marry you?" He was holding my hand and looking at me. I thought I saw a tear on his cheek but I'm not sure and would never tell anyone he cried.

"Thomas would not be given permission to marry us by Henry if you do not to submit to this. I have thought about this since I learned that they would be sharing your ass with me. I don't like it but to have you for the rest of our contract I hope that you will submit to my family."

"But if we are to make AC/DC our slave he can't fuck me. You have to convince your father that there must be something else he would allow from AC/DC even if he makes me suck the boy's cock." I remembered how good his cum tasted and thought that would be a good solution for both of us. True I had almost forced him to fuck me the night I had introduced him to sex but now that he was slated to become our slave matters were totally different. Given his choice he might tongue fuck me and dig the three men's cum from my asshole or suck me.

"I will try again but Henry has decided and when he does it is very difficult to change his mind."

"You should have AC/DC at your side properly attired as our slave when you try. The visual may help the Chief understand the problem."

I really didn't want any of them to fuck me but if that was what it was going to take to convince the family that I was willing to be the husband of their son and brother I would allow them to rape me in front of my love. Junior's Father and Brother had cocks that were about the same length and thickness as his but AC/DC only had a mouthful, maybe six inches long. The one time he had fucked me could be a memory for the boy but if the Chief insisted he fuck me again he couldn't become our slave as such, maybe still Nanny and Maid and occasional bed partner but not slave. I wouldn't allow it.

"You are a mess. What happened to you?"

"Henry ran me through a ceremony that allowed me to see my spirit animal. My Caucasian side resisted so the ceremony lasted much longer than it should have. Poloma has medicated my back and legs so they don't feel that bad. Sorry that I'm on my showing my asshole to the world, if you'd give me a hand I'll sit up."

"I don't mind looking up your ass. Hasn't anyone ever told you you have a beautiful pink slit?" Nino was grinning while he talked. I thought it a shame that he would never again get the chance to fuck me but at least I would be able to split his cheeks whenever the need came up for either of us. Just the thought had me almost fully hard by the time he helped me onto my butt.

"Do you think Henry would do that for me?"

"He is mostly straight. I have heard of two boys that have sucked his cock and of one ass he fucked but I really don't know if he would get into beating you sexually."

"It wouldn't have to include him fucking me, there are other men here that would do that." He was almost panting with the desire to have his back whipped. That is not something I have ever understood although I have included it in sex play, both as top and bottom. Maybe I should do some role play with my soon to be husband, we could spend an evening whipping and fucking Nino.

"Nino, are you willing to do whatever a man willing to beat you orders you to do and to whomever he says?"

"Roger, back at MIT I had a professor that was into S/M in a heavy way. I don't think there is anything sexual that he didn't make me do." He didn't seem in the least ashamed that he had spent time that way.

"Maybe we'll make you eat AC/DC's balls if we end up castrating him like he has asked me to do. I picked up a good whip on my trip here." I could see him fighting back the desire to retch as he thought about what I had told him.

"Still interested in a good beating?"

"Yes, sir."AC/DC ran into the room crying about then.

"Suck his cock!" I had to laugh, they both immediately dropped to their knees thinking I was ordering them to suck the other.

"Stand up, AC/DC." I let Nino start sucking him before I asked why he was crying.

"Master, they are going to make me fuck you." So Junior hadn't been able to convince his Father that it was not a good idea.

"You told me I couldn't be your slave if I fucked you again. Why don't they want me to be your slave?" I didn't have an answer for him. Was Henry deliberately trying to stop the boy from becoming my slave or was there something else in play that we didn't understand. I was going to have to investigate the matter.

"Turn around, AC/DC, let the bitch on the floor lick your asshole."

"It isn't clean, sir." He was hesitating in pulling his cock from Nino's mouth.

"TURN AROUND, NOW!"I pulled his head down onto my cock and any reluctance he had in baring his dirty ass was gone, Nino hadn't cared that AC/ DC admitted to not having cleaned himself well, he had his tongue in the boy so fast I thought AC/DC was going to fall into my lap.

I was mostly hard but I didn't need sucked off, I needed to piss. "Hold your head still and swallow, boy."

That is what Junior walked into see.

"Did he tell you?" He waved at the boy drinking piss.

"What is your father thinking?" I hadn't stopped pissing and had to keep my hand on top of AC/DC's head or there would have been piss everywhere.

"He said this evening isn't for you and you have no right to make any demands on who does what."

I knew if he agreed it would cause a split in his family that would cause a larger split in the village but I had to ask him anyway. "Are you still sure that you want me to go through with this. You know it will not be anything like what we have, it will be rape. I will lay here and allow it if that is the price your father demands to allow you to wed me but I will never think of the rest of your family the same way." I couldn't even think I would want to face the man that ordered such a thing done to his future Grandson.

It wouldn't only be as rape of my ass, it would also be raping the boy still swallowing my piss. I was sure once we were married that I would refuse to speak to any of them ever again. They might not feel that was a bad bargain.

"I hate it but you will do this for me?" He was pleading with me with his head against my chest.

"I will."I had motioned AC/DC over to the bed so he was able to open his ass even wider for Nino. I was hoping the tongue job was healing some of his hurt. I was going to have a real dilemma after Junior and I were wed. Since AC/DC was going to be forced to do what I had told him he wouldn't be permitted how should he be punished? Or should I refuse to have him as our slave. Before the others came to the room I was going to give him the word that he should do as told.

Junior and I sat talking to AC/DC for the next hour until they were ready to head to dinner. I told them that I would spend the time preparing for the ordeal I would have to go through after they returned. I hadn't given myself an enema in years. The medicine chest in the house was stocked with a triple pack of Fleet Enemas, the Company was proud of the length of time they had been in business and had it posted prominently on the side of the package. I wouldn't have bothered with the enema but I knew before four loads of cum were dumped in me I would have to head to the bathroom unless I emptied my gut first.

I hoped that giving myself an enema wouldn't affect the girls but I had no idea how that might be. It was fortunate I was already pregnant, I wouldn't want to have to tell a child they were conceived when their grandfather and uncle raped me. I was still making sure I was spotless on the exterior when Henry Sr. knocked.

"Roger, I have to tell you why you are going to have to endure the next ceremony. When I told you that Poloma and I had determined a course of ceremonies to replace the Sweat Lodge this was not one of them or I would have let you and my son know before you started so you could have made a decision if you wanted to go through with any of the trials and ceremonies. You went through them all extremely well up until the last one which lasted at least twice as long as I have ever seen it last.

"When you spoke to the Moose as your spirit I thought you were hallucinating and would not be allowed to be adopted. Fortunately Poloma had heard of the Moose as a spirit animal for the tribes in the Northeast. It took us some time but we were able to find what the Moose means as your spirit guide. Having it appear at our ceremony was strange. There are so many individualistic associations for the Moose that to be accepted into the Choctaw way of life you need to have many of the power elements of your spirit awakened.

"The rape of your body is not to be a rape of your spirit but an awakening of the power you hold within. It is especially recommended by the past shamans to help awaken self-esteem, strength, truth and wisdom. There is a downside to the ceremony that for an unknown reason it often takes the life of the elder involved. I have no fear of this death as I will travel to the spirit world with your magic." I had accepted much of what had been taught to me by Thomas, Poloma and Henry but this sounded like pure nonsense. I started to say what I thought only to see Noel appear on the opposite side of the room from Henry. I couldn't believe he nodded his head. Was he saying that Henry would die? That I was to allow this to happen to me? What did he want?

Noel didn't stay long after Henry went to find the rest of his family. He was only there long enough to brush his freezing hard cock against my lips. And kiss mine.

What the fuck just happened?

Whatever it was, I knew that there was no way for me to refuse what was coming. Should I tell Junior that his Father would not survive the ceremony? The idea of becoming a Cassandra should I be misinterpreting Noel was not appealing.

"Roger, I want to check your vitals and see if the girls are doing well under the stress you must be feeling." How had Rhoda learned what was going to happen? Had Junior been worried about me or the girls and gone to her? Henry or Poloma?

I could have told her that my blood pressure was higher than normal, I had felt it going up between the first and second flush of my insides. I had hoped for time to relax before the rape that was going to come but Henry's visit and having Noel show up again was enough to make sure that wasn't going to happen.

"I could give you a weak muscle relaxant. Weak enough not to hurt the girls but enough to help you relax through the ordeal to come."

"A glass of scotch sounds better."

"Not to your daughters. Do you want a shot or a tablet?"

"Could you ask Joey to come down here and give me a massage? I think that should be enough to make this endurable." If after massaging me he wanted to fuck I wasn't going to deny him the chance but I wasn't going to tell Rhoda that.

"Did you forget the welts and cuts on your back? There is no way for him to massage you enough to really help."

"Just sit and talk to me, forget about the muscle relaxant." For about an hour she sat on the side of the bed. It took us both about a half hour before we lightened up enough to laugh, I was sure there wasn't a tense muscle in my body when my rapists arrived.

"AC/DC you are to go first." I think they must have discussed this ahead of time and having AC/DC fall face first into my asshole made me believe some of what Henry said although I still intended not to speak with him again once Junior and I were wed. I didn't expect it to be sexual for me but that tongue in my ass was so great that I was unable to resist getting aroused. I lost most of the erection while he was fucking me which didn't last very long. I hadn't even felt him cum inside me.

Henry went next. Thankfully they had allowed AC/DC to go first. He had opened me up enough that even the thicker, longer prick slid through the opening without any trouble for either of us. I had expected that he would fuck me hard and he did, fast and he did, the rape didn't last that long, he was pulling out while still shooting.

I couldn't believe Thomas licked up his father's cum from the exterior of my asshole before jamming his cock into me with one shove. I hadn't known that Thomas was so desperate to to fuck his brother's soon to be spouse. He didn't last more than two minutes once he started stroking my interior with the full length of his prick, a nearly identical tube of flesh to his father's with heavier balls.

I dreaded the next in line. How was Poloma going to fuck me? I knew she would use something even though Junior had said that she could get away with just sucking my cock if she wanted. Just the idea of her kneeling between my legs was embarrassing enough. When she started to pry me open again I squeezed my eyes so tight I could feel the tears being forced out, not from pain or embarrassment but my natural eye moistening. I couldn't tell what she was using and really only wanted to get it over with. She had pushed whatever into me at least seven or eight inches when she moved closer and I heard a couple fasteners snap shut.

Damn, Poloma had found or built a strap on dildo and was going to fuck me like a man. The first time anyone fucks an asshole they have to be told what they are doing, whether it is feeling good or hurting but I didn't want to talk to her at all and let her pound away at my ass with what felt like the longest, thickest thing that had ever been in me. That is saying something, I had a farmer in Maine visiting my parents when I was about fifteen that had a cock that we measured at thirteen and a half inches long and about seven inches around that fucked me twice while my father was at work and once more the last morning before he Left to return to his farm. Not shooting a load Poloma had no idea when was enough so she fucked me with that thing until her Father said it was time for Junior to make love to me.

As Junior sank easily into me Henry began a litany of powers that Junior was to awaken with his love. Some of the powers I felt while he held his cock all the way in, others came only once he shot his burning hot cum on my asshole. "Roger, until tomorrow when you appear to the village at dinner do not wear any clothing. Do not leave this room and do not allow anyone else to have any type of sex with you. You will sleep on your own. Junior will come for you when the time is right for your adoption in front of the village."

Henry sounded weaker than when he had come to the room initially, almost as if he had aged more than thirty years in an hour. I didn't get a look at him before he Left but had the feeling that when I saw him the next day it might be the last time. AC/DC was sent back to me with food fit for an animal. I need to have you understand, it was food that we grew in the Hydroponic garden but there was no protein or lactose. The pitcher of tea he Left for me was greatly appreciated, I was starting to feel that I was dehydrating.

AC/DC was gone mere moments when Noel reappeared beside the bed. Since I had seen him last he had been reduced to movement, he couldn't even grunt. He sat with me holding me by the shoulders for most of the evening, I was surprised that he didn't touch my cock but when I took his hand and tried moving him that direction he pulled away and shook his head. I wished I could find out why, but remembering that Henry said I was not to have any kind of sex was enough to make me refrain from any further connection with Noel although my cock knew what it wanted and stood at attention hoping for some.

Noel did stick his head under the stream of piss which I guess is technically not sex but it was included in so much of my sex play that I spent half the night worrying that I had done something that would cause the adoption to be aborted. I wondered what Noel had felt when I pissed through his head, was the warmth enough to thaw any part of his brain? Who knew, the piss flowed straight through into the commode.

I wished I was sleeping with Junior but finally I fell asleep and woke with AC/DC pulling on a toe. He showed me that he had brought me coffee and a roll, he started out the door before I had the chance to have him do anything. Why was everyone taking Henry more serious than me?

The rest of the day I spent alone. No one even brought me a mid-day meal or coffee. I reflected on my first encounter with the moose before I Left Maine. Was that supposed to be a precursor to my spirit quest? Had I always known what my spirit guide was supposed to be? If so why did I chase him away at that first meeting and if that was the case why did it take so long to see him again. I was sure it was the same robust bull that appeared that day battering my Harley. I spent part of the day napping only to see the Moose in his native environment and reflect back to other times I had dreamed he was nearby.

Junior showed up about the time dinner would normally be over for most of the village. He brought me a drink in an ironstone goblet and told me to drink. I hoped I wouldn't be hallucinating again, I had no need to walk through the village unable to distinguish reality from a vision. As we walked to the community center I tried questioning him only to get an answer to a few of the many I asked.

We were headed to the community center.

His Father and Brother were already there.

I was going to be adopted.

Clothing wasn't needed.

He didn't know what his Father had chosen as a new name for me.

Walking to the center of the community center with every member of the community seated around the square where Chief Henry was standing I was a little unsteady on my feet from the ordeal the previous day and the drink I had been given. At least it wasn't the pink leaves Poloma had given me the night I went to bed with AC/DC. Everyone I saw had an aura around them, I tried to remember those that I felt would always be the most important to me impressed that all of my boys had one color although they were definitely different shades.

"Tonight is the culmination of six months of training, trials and ordeals for your friend, leader and confidant. My family stands here in your midst prepared to allow him to join us as my grandson in my eldest son's family. If there is any among you that object with good cause please stand and state your objection." I hadn't known that this would be part of the ceremony. I worried that either Joey or Tiffan might stand and proclaim a previous hold upon me. Joey could have pointed to his sons and demanded I return to my house as their father. What was Rhoda going to say?

"Henry, over the last few months I have been monitoring Roger and Junior. Since the day they were pulled from the cavern below the village I have seen that Roger has not been the same man that he was when I met him in Amarillo those years ago. Having daily lessons in your history and religion has given him a new sense of himself. He is now more of our leader than he ever was, he is wiser, more aware of the village around us and more caring of those surrounding him.

"I, as an old friend of his thank you for adopting him into your tribe." No one else stood to make a comment, thank you for trying to keep it short fellow villagers.

"Poloma, please step forward." She had been against the adoption from the very beginning and had attempted sabotage many times during the process. Once she was brought into the process determining how to replace the Sweat Lodge she had changed. As I watched her step forward I was amazed at the soft almost pastel aura surrounding her.

"Nephew, you come to us a natural being stripped of your heritage and properly immersed in ours. We wish you to be a strong leader of the village although you may never be the chief of our tribe. I was impressed with the strength and wisdom you showed during the final trials and ceremonies leading up to today.

"I welcome you to my Father's family and our tribe."

"Thomas."

"Son. Since the moment our Chief ordered me to teach you our ways I have resented the intrusion of a white man into our tribe. I have resented that you are taking my noble brother to your bed." I had never had any instruction in interpreting auras but even I could tell that any resentment that Thomas may have felt was gone, his aura was warm and welcoming as he spoke.

"Son, turn so that all of the village can see you." I supposed that was reasonable but it was also slightly embarrassing. Sure everyone had seen me with out clothing more than once but as he was having me slowly turn to pose for their appreciation it was totally different than me walking to get to the doctor or find my sons.

He waited until I was fully turned back to him and pulled me into a hug. I expected it to last a few seconds like most males hug but it was closer to a lover's hug than even one from a father and I felt myself responding. He walked me back to the very center of the square and stepped to his sister's side. Junior hates speaking in front of the village so I hoped he wouldn't have to but that was not to be the case.

"Trapped forty feet below the surface of the third level, battered and bruised I had little hope I would survive. Roger descended from above like an angel walking down the stairway from Heaven. Those above were unable to see the glowing white ladder he climbed and once he touched the ground the ladder disappeared. At that moment I knew that Roger was more than just the man that I had met and was falling in love with, he was and is a connection between human and spirit.

"Our tribe has a history of two spirited people. Most of that history is concerning men or women that live as the opposite gender or take up the role of a man or woman when they come of age. You have all heard the stories of him having carried four children into this world and my pride that he is carrying two more to join us. I am pleased that our Chief has adopted him into the tribe prior to giving birth to my daughters. I am proud that my love was able to learn what my Brother and Sister thought he needed to know and pass the quizzing that only the shaman have to undergo. Father, Henry, Poloma you did not have to submit him to these ordeals had you listened you would have known his heart.

"Father, the time has come for you to welcome Roger into Thomas's house." His speech had been short but he had made me proud of him and glad I was promised to him in marriage.

Junior stepped over to be be alongside his brother and sister leaving me standing in the center of the square. The rest of the villagers were as baffled as I was about what would happen next. I hoped Henry Sr. did not think it was the appropriate time to give a speech. He had been know to start in on the weather and two hours later still be describing the formation of clouds on the horizon. As he walked to stand in front of me I saw that most of the vitality that I had always thought would be his for many years had been sapped.

"Family and friends, I am extremely proud to welcome this man into my son's family and my tribe. A month from now he will be wed to my younger son." There was applause from at least half the villagers.

"Please turn to face your children." I hadn't thought of where they were sitting and had to look for them for a minute before I turned a quarter turn. None of them except Jude seemed interested in what was happening, Ton and Dana were sneaking under the table to tug on someone, pranking them by disappearing by the time the person looked for them only to have the twin ask what was wrong..

"Thomas, Poloma and Junior please come forward." I didn't see them come up behind me and had I , I might have run.

Thomas and Junior moved around in front of me and each pushed an arm around their neck and over their shoulder. I didn't notice how tightly they were holding onto my torso until I heard Chief Henry say to hold him still. Later I learned that Poloma had been handed a brand that both brothers had handed back and forth as they approached me. She handed it to the Chief.

When I felt the fire hitting my left butt cheek I wanted to scream. I am glad I was able to overcome that natural inclination since it is so far from what a Native would do. The pain was as much as I had ever felt but I realized that the drink I had before coming to the community center must have had a painkiller in it because as I felt the brand sink through a layer of muscle I was in no more pain than I had been while healing from the knife that had released the twins from inside me.

"Chitotek, you are now a member of our tribe." Henry walked me over to the first non-tribe member to show them the branding I had received. I stood in that position for the next ten or fifteen minutes as everyone inspected my butt cheek and brand. When Rhoda finally started to make noises like she wanted to treat the wound Poloma turned her aside and told the doctor that I would be treated with tribal medicine. I hoped whatever she going to use was as good as the unguent she had rubbed into my back.

It wasn't until the following morning that I started to learn more about how the branding was done and what was permanently part of my hide. It was no real surprise that Henry had chosen the tribal icon for a moose to be burned into my flesh. When Junior started to tell me about the name that Henry had given me he couldn't stop himself from laughing.

I had heard the word Chito prior to the ceremonies. At least one of the stories that I had to learn from Thomas had described a character as Chito or had a character with that name. I had learned it was supposed to mean handsome. I had never heard the other part of the word and Junior had to force himself to stop the laughter to tell me. It turned out that the old man had the last laugh when it comes to my ability to give him grandchildren, he had slapped female onto the masculine, handsome. So I was the Handsome Female, I was fuming until Junior and Poloma told me that Chito was only used for men so that translation was not right, there might not actually be a translation other than of the two parts although neither of them was certain what it would be.

The next few days went by quickly. I spent my time moving back into the house with my children. About a week went by before Joey finally exploded at me the way I had been expecting for months. I had known he was hurt that I had taken Junior to my bed and destroyed when he learned I was going to marry him. He must have yelled and screamed at me for two days before losing his voice and allowing me to say anything. I apologized but told him that the heart knows what the heart knows and what I had told him about myself not being a one person man was still true and marriage would only change the fact that I wouldn't allow more than one person to fuck me.

Not really to prove the point and not really because I wanted to either, I fucked him hard that night. I wanted to have Junior back in my bed but he was staying with the tribe at Henry Sr.'s bedside. He had been right when he spoke of the old one dying the day before I was adopted. I hoped for Junior's peace of mind that his father lasted until we were married but that didn't mean I was going to change my mind and go speak to him.

Maria had come by the table where I was eating with my children and Karen's children while talking to Chick. She heard me mention the auras I had seen the night of the adoption ceremony and invited herself to join us. As soon as she was able to break into the conversation she told me that she had been taught the meaning of the different colors of auras before her mother had allowed her to attend the University. The old woman had claimed it was for her own defense but Maria thought she just wanted to try to convince her to not attend school and join a roaming band of their relatives. It turned out that she wasn't Castillian after all but a Roma that had been educated at the University.

I was getting close to the time when the girls should be wanting to get out. Rhoda was monitoring me fairly closely. I tried doing the math and there was almost no way that their birth wouldn't interfere with our wedding plans unless I asked Rhoda to push their arrival. They hadn't turned yet but I could tell they were getting more energetic.

"If I do Roger, Chitotek, you will be sharing the med center with Henry Sr., He will not be leaving there until they carry him out dead." Some of the equipment from the infirmary on the third level had been brought up to the Med center including a second and third bed, one was in the center and the other outside in the hallway. I couldn't see me in a bed parallel to his without talking and I had no desire to break the promise to myself.

"You could do the surgery in the hallway." I had discussed my resolve with Rhoda so she knew what I was trying to avoid. Having done the surgery twice already she had a good idea what was needed and unless there was an emergency would be able to take the girls out anywhere she saw fit.

"Give me three days and two workers. I will have Franco and AC/DC clean and sterilize the hallway and set up some curtains so you and the girls are not a side show for your relatives. Tiffan assisted me with your first and second births do you think he will be willing to assist again?"

"Allow me to ask him. I know he is not that pleased with my decision to marry Junior but he still loves my other children."

"Karen may not be available, she has been having more serious troubles with the latest pregnancy and standing for as long as the operation takes may not be possible."

"You could have the boys clean and sanitize a stool of some kind so she could sit and stand. I don't know of anyone else in the village that has any experience in an operating room. It is time that we start some type of training program. Have you had any of the teens ask about learning anything?"

"Ginger is only six but she says she wants to do what her mother does. I have heard rumors that Pablo may be interested in becoming a doctor."

The twins were just a little over eight months but Rhoda did an Ultra-sound and decided their lungs were well enough developed that taking them three weeks early wasn't going to be problematic. With her agreeing to take the babies from inside me I hoped that the Wound-vac that she had used the last time I was opened worked well enough to have me ready to fuck the night we were married. I didn't tell Junior any of my plans, let him come out from visiting with his dying father to the rebirth of the family line.

I was resting from the trampling the girls were giving my bladder, you would have thought they were natural jump rope champs. Franco rushed into the house shouting that Nino wanted me to come to the workshop. I was feeling fat and unbalanced but with Franco's help I walked the three or four thousand feet down to the workshop, the planner had built it far from the housing units, I suppose for safety. Unexpectedly Noel was standing beside the shelves holding all the paper plans he had worked on before dying.

Nino was bent over a pot that contained bubbling gold. "The ore is purified enough that I can pour it into the shapes you requested but I don't have anything that will hold it without melting."

As I looked towards the shelves in thought a roll of paper shot through the air and landed at my feet. I hadn't seen Noel doing it but I was sure he was leading the way again. I picked up the roll and spread it on the stainless work table, sure enough the plans were for making wire. It is fortunate that what we would need was only going to be very short lengths of wire, the plans showed how to put together the carbonite that he had developed and drill holes that would hold the lengths we would need.

It only took Nino two minutes of peering at the plans to have the idea of what was needed. "If you have ghosts helping you like that all the time I'm coming to you with any problem I have."

Noel had enjoyed watching me have sex so many more times than we had it ourselves that I wasn't surprised when I saw he was motioning for me to get on my knees and suck Nino's prick. My extra girth and weight is no help in getting up and down but using the table as a prop and Nino's hand I was able to be at the right level for the man's prick and within moments had it popping out of his overalls. I knew Joey had been pleased with his night with Nino but he hadn't told me anything about what the man liked in bed. I had seen his stout prick when he was being decontaminated but he had only been half hard. I licked from his balls to the head of his cock before giving him a chance to resist.

I was licking at the head of his prick when the tip began to flare. I had seen mushroom heads on pencil dicks and fat heads on short squat dicks but the head of his cock was swelling on my tongue almost to the size of Jesus's dick. I sucked the head in to my mouth to find the shaft was swelling and lengthening, filling the whole of my mouth, punishing my throat as he pushed at my face. I can't think of a time when I had ever had that large of a cock head in my throat, I was unable to breath until he pulled away spraying my mouth and throat with a spicy thick cum that I didn't want to swallow. I held it in my mouth savoring it until it dissolved in my saliva and was gone.

"Fuck me." It was barely a squeak but I heard Nino asking for it. I struggled to get up and by the time I did he was bent over the work table with a jar of lube beside his spread butt. He was winking at me with his brown eye. I barely allowed the grease to warm on his hole when I rammed my cock the entire way into him. He took my cock better than anyone I have ever fucked. With barely a moan he started to squeeze and pull at my cock. I found myself being milked until a few minutes into the fuck I was able to pull back until only the head of my cock was in him. Then we began to fuck in rhythm, both of us making the other feel everything we had to give.

I had forgotten that Noel was in the room with us. I felt his cold hands on my butt and then his dick slid between my cheeks into my asshole. I could only last another minute as the sandwich meat showering the interior of the Italian stud. When I pulled off Noel sucked my cock through his ghostly lips causing me to shrink like I stuck my cock in an ice bath.

"Damn, I know you are getting married soon but are you going to be allowed to fuck strangers when that happens?"

"I can still fuck whoever I want after Junior and I get married, however no one else will be able to fuck me." I glanced at Noel when I said that, he was the one that would fuck me with asking permission but he wouldn't leave evidence for Junior to find.