Novels and NovellasForgotten Island Pt. 04The sisters gave birth one day after another. Leslie gave birth to identical twins, Samantha and Sandra on Day 357. Lizzy gave birth on day 358 to a girl named Gwendolyn. Bea, day 359 to a girl Rose. Then Anna, day 360 to a girl Evelyn. Lynn had decided to stay unburdened by pregnancy until the sisters were ready. Steven kept to his slaves for three months.
Steven, Leslie, and Lynn decided that instead of marriage for the sisters upon birth of a girl, the sisters would be granted powers. It was written into the Holy scrolls that they each would have a title and specialty for their subjects. When one of the free Dolcetts or Volcetts prayed to the appropriate Goddess, that Goddess would answer. Each God and Goddess would have a holiday.
Steven, Father of All, God. New Years Day to Day 6
Lynn, Mother of Night. Goddess of Death Day 7
Leslie, Mother of Day. Goddess of Fertility Day 114
Jody, Mother of Storms, Goddess of Lightning Day 298
Samantha Mother of Water, Goddess of the Sea Day 357
Sandra Mother of Earth, Goddess of Beasts Day 357
Lizzy, Goddess of Knowledge Day 358
Bea, Goddess of Virtue Day 359
Anna, Goddess of War Day 360
The children of the sisters would age, even after Steven took them. Only Lynn's and Leslie's daughters would stay the same age after they were deflowered.
Steven made love to each of his unmarried daughters 6 days after they gave birth. For three nights the moon changed color from blue to blaze red, to black, and then to green. It stayed green for an hour, then returned to normal. None of them got pregnant.
However, the moon changing color brought the Kings to Sharon to ask what it meant. On day 367, or Year 1, day 2,, they arrived. Steven introduced his two Wives, and three new daughters. He gave the kings the new writings, and time keeping.
They held a celebration, and the kings brought their wives, and high slaves. Nadia was there.
Steven looked at her, she had lost her spunk. She was a slave, and it was clear by the way she carried herself. She looked to be about three months pregnant, it was more evident cause she had lost weight. Her hair seemed longer but unhealthy. Steven felt a pang of longing for her. He wanted to save her. He shook it out of his head.
"She is getting what she deserves Daddy, she tried to kill me." Lynn thought to Steven. The Sisters and Leslie heard the thought.
"She's not destroyed completely Daddy" Leslie watched Nadia follow Mesola to the fire pit. Nadia knelt on the ground next to his chair.
"She will return to us one day, it's foggy, but I know she will return" Bea thought to the Family."
Not if I have anything to say about it!" Lynn fired back.
The Family had a feast in honor of the children and writings. There was celebration late into the night. Mesola, Chuktawa, and their wives and servants stayed over night. Steven and the Wives retired. Samantha and Sandra were then formally blessed as Goddesses. Mary then took the children into her room.
Lynn began to seduce her husband, while teasing Leslie. Soon, Lynn drove her husband and wife into a sexual frenzy. They made love for over an hour. Leslie and Steven fell asleep. Lynn slipped out of the house and went to the quarters where Nadia and her Mesola were. She moved completely silently into the building. She hovered in the air over Nadia, sleeping on the floor. Lynn listened to the sleeping slaves dreams.
Finding nothing that interested her, she began to push into her mind. Looking for plans, thoughts, wants, dreams, needs and fears. Again, she found nothing threatening. The only thing of interest was Nadia's undying love and affection for Steven. The malice she had for Lynn was no longer evident. Lynn floated out of the door, and returned to her feet. She walked across the fire pit area and back into the house. She crawled in to bed next to Steven, opposite Leslie and slept with a contented smile on her face.
Nadia was broken and would never be a threat again.
The two Royal parties left the following morning without much fanfare or pomp. Lynn smiled as she watched Nadia walking out of the gate humbly, wearing rags.
Steven was running into an unforeseen problem. Most all the slaves were either giving birth, about to, or very pregnant. There were several dozen newborn slaves as well One of the slave quarters was turned into a nursery New slaves had to be brought in to keep up with the fields and maintenance.
Mary was having a hard time keeping up feeding the holy children, slaves had to feed the sisters children, so Mary could focus on the twins and Jody.
With all the new slaves came the problem of feeding and housing them all. Three new structures had to be built. One labeled as "Lynn's slaves", one as "Leslie's slaves", and the largest labeled "Daddy's Slaves". Food had to be imported from both the Volcett, and Dolcett villages. A third field was now planned, and the outer wall would have to be extended.
These were minor problems, with easy solutions.
Bea had been out all morning with the fishing crew. She was out in her catamaran supervising the 40 slaves netting and fishing. She herself had caught 5 fish on her own pole. She was lost in thought.
Daddy had finished the new calendar, and had delivered the time keeping device to both tribes. Stevenber, Lynntober, Leslie, Annly, Bealia, Elisabethia, Jodi, Samentia, Sandria, Stevlia. 10 months of a calender, each alternating between 36 and 37 days.
Daddy had also postponed the Wives or Sisters getting pregnant again. He had also stopped breeding the slaves until a bit of surplus food and resources could be gathered. The population in Sharon had exploded in only a year. Almost 100 girls were born inside Sharon, with another 30 males exported to Dolcett.
The animal breeding wasn't going as well as planned. The only livestock that had been bred efficiently was the chickens. Only two litters of pigs had been born in the last three months. The goats weren't breeding at all. The only good news was, in the two existing fields the crops were going well. The variety wasn't much. Potatoes, beans, apple trees and carrots were all they had from the ship that survived enough to cultivate. There was also a few native plants like maize, and fruit trees they cultivated.
Bea wasn't sure she cared to hear thoughts anymore. It had only been a few days, but getting prayed to, and hearing all thoughts of people within shouting distance was making her slightly crazy. Her sisters had figured out how to tune it out, but as of yet Bea hadn't. Being out on the boat made her life much easier, even if only a few hours.
The peace in her mind was completely shattered in an instant.
She had just brought a fish in, the damned thing worked it's way to the ocean side of the boat. If the fish hadn't done that, she wouldn't have seen the 9 masts in the distance. Three ships. She grabbed the spyglass.
They were warships moving north, flying English flags. Thoughts of being brought to slave in the colonies textile mills flashed through her head. Then panic. She grabbed her paddle, and began paddling desperately for the shore. It took almost 5 minutes before she remembered. She closed her eyes and concentrated.
"DADDY!!!! BRITISH WARSHIPS ON THE EAST SIDE OF THE ISLAND, MOVING NORTH!!!" She screamed in her head. Her answer came immediately.
"Baby get to shore slowly, and keep an eye on them. If they turn, let me know." Steven replied.
Bea did what her father told her. She paddled a few strokes, then checked the horizon. She repeated the process till she got to shore. She gathered the slaves and sent them into the village. As the slaves collected the tools and fish they had caught, and left for the gates, Bea kept the spyglass trained on the masts that were now almost out of sight. Once the ships were completely out of sight she ran to the beach gate herself.
The gates were closed and locked and warrior slaves were put on the walls to keep look out. The slaves feared outsiders, their Mistresses told them stories of being enslaved by European powers. Nothing but whips and pain, working 18 hours a day. By comparison, the Gods treated them well. The girls in Sharon didn't even consider themselves slaves or even oppressed. They felt privileged to serve the Gods....they were the chosen ones.
A Family meeting was called. All of the elder daughters attended, as well as the Holy Nursemaid, Mary. Steven, Leslie, and Lynn sat on the edge of the bed, while Anna, Lizzy, and Bea sat in chairs opposite, facing their Father and Mothers. Mary sat on the floor facing the sisters, between Steven's legs holding Jody.
"We have to transplant trees and shrubs to disguise the walls.." Steven explained to the family. "...The walls need to be camouflaged so that they cannot be seen from less 150 yards out, or better."
"What if they spotted us and come back?" Leslie asked.
"Doubt it, they never flinched from their course." Bea assured her.
"Permission to speak Master?" Mary started, Steven nodded. "Master, I would think it wise that we begin to build more weapons to match those that might try to come ashore."
"How Mary?" Lynn said slightly irritated.
"We mine for iron, build casts and melting pots, and make cannons, more muskets and ammunition." She offered with a demure voice, almost inaudible. Steven shook his head slowly.
"What do you know of mining Mary? For that matter, iron melting, and casting?" He said sharply.
"The Swanns' have their fortune from the mines in Africa and India Master. I've studied the process of iron casting in the case I might have to take over the business someday, well...my husband would have, but I would have told him how things run." Mary explained. " I even know how to make harder steel. The only problem I see is getting the saltpeter needed for gunpowder, but if this is a volcanic island...it has to be here somewhere."
Lynn rolled her eyes. "Way to make yourself more important Mary. I'll find out what you know." Lynn closed her eyes. A quiet four seconds passed when Mary grabbed her head, clamped her eyes shut, and moaned in pain. Mary held her head for almost a minute, then she opened her eyes and blinked a few times. Lynn also opened her eyes. Lynn turned to Steven.
"She actually does know all about what she is talking about, and now, so do I." Lynn said quietly.
"Get this process started. Mary, move the usable slaves to the mines, and the pregnant ones back to the fields. Anna, I need a large blacksmith shop built with 8 fire pits. Lizzy, start cutting down the trees outside the wall on the north side. We'll use that wood to make charcoal. Beatrice, I want 10 charcoal processing heaps made, and rotated. All of the clearings we make from the wood harvesting, we will turn to farmland. Leslie, I need you and a couple warriors to go to Volcett and Dolcett, collect all their strongest girls, we will need them now." Steven stood.
He then grabbed Mary's head by the hair and turned her, pivoting her on her knees. He untied his pants and shoved his cock in her mouth. Mary's eyes smiled in lieu of her mouth, which was around her masters cock, until the piss began to flow down her throat. Her eyes went wide at the surprise, then began to smile again. She was finally being used by her Master again. Her reward for her knowledge.
"My daughters, you need to focus. The defense of our island is most important." Steven said while relieving himself. " Go now! We have six hours of light left, I need progress!"
The girls all got up and ran out the door. Mary finished her job and followed. Yelling and shouting could be heard for almost an hour until the crews were moved into place.
The mining was crude. Digging with the poor shovels, till rock was hit, then dug around. Pre-bronze age fire and water mining would be used till enough iron was collected to make pick-axes and drills. Heating the rocks with wood fires for hours then shattering the rocks with cold water. They couldn't use any of the black powder for mining, as they still hadn't found a source of salt-peter. The charcoal operation was done first, and wood was delivered daily. The slaves that were now finished harvesting wood were moved to the mining operations.
Mining was being done in three places, one of which was the mountains in the middle of the island. Leslie happened to find a large deposit of sulfur and the slow process of black powder making began. Steven himself oversaw that operation.
Where once there seemed to be a surplus of slaves, now there was a serious lack. The building was going slow inside Sharon, the fields and animals were barely being kept up, and even though the first of the blacksmith shops were up and running, it had only turned out a quarter of the tools needed. Steven had requested all of the slaves he could from both tribes, without raising alarm from his puppet kings. The kings and nobles must never know the process on how the tools and weapons were made. Any slave taught these processes would never leave Sharon alive, no matter how many males she carried or gave birth to.
While Steven was wringing his hands and stressed over the ballistic defense of the island, Lynn was on a very different mission. Lynn was testing her powers to find the limits. Mind control was mastered by her, and Daddy. This had to be done relatively close. Levitating one self was pretty easy, even Leslie had figured that out.
Lynn was trying to levitate large objects, with some success. She was able to pick up and move large one ton stones, and even roll twenty ton boulders. She was able to pick up and drag cut palm trees. Throwing things of these masses however wasn't within her power....yet.
She had improved the distance of her mind-reading to the range of half of the island. She could hear any human being, anywhere within range, all she had to do was focus on the particular face of the person in her mind, or seek out that persons voice in the thousands that populated the island. Daddy could do this as well, but normally asked Lynn to do it for him. Keeping the voices out of ones mind was the biggest challenge at first, and Bea seemed to be struggling with it worse then the other Sisters.
Lynn was now trying to find a power that could be used as weapon. She could launch 80 lb stones with almost cannonball speed, but the accuracy was nothing to be relied upon. She could focus on tinder and start it on fire, but not at any distance. These were the two things she decided to focus on. Everyday, after breakfast she took her favorite two house girls with her to the old camp, near Nadia's last living space. The slaves were there to help her spot distance, and speed. She practiced till near dark, then came home for dinner exhausted, and most nights being carried by her girls for lack of ability to walk on her own. It was clear to Steven, she was doing her part.
A few days later Mary reported that a large deposit of iron had been found, and was being loaded and shipped to Sharon village from Leslie's team in the mountains. The second of eight bellows and coal fires was completed just in time for the large carts arrival. The camouflage of the entire village was completed, thanks to some help from Lynn, practicing her levitation powers in the relocation and replanting of large palms. Long live vines were used to make the camouflage and reinforcement of the walls nearly undetectable.
The reaction to the timing of the first hurricane of the season was mixed. While Steven was relieved that the walls had been reinforced by the large palms, he was angry that crop work, and charcoal making, and field clearing was stopped. The good news was mining, casting, and other iron work could continue with the amount of charcoal stores they already had. Everyone else was happy to get a break, including the Wives and Sisters.
What wasn't foreseen by Lynn or anyone, was the strength of the storm. Work continued into the blacksmith's shop until the roof began to come apart. Soon, other structures were beginning to fail. The Holy Trinity tried to use their talents to hold things together, but soon slaves had to be sent out to make repairs.
Rotating crews were sent out for a couple hours each. Each Sisters house sent out crews. Even with the short amount of time in the weather, casualties were mounting. Most of the injuries and fatalities were by debris shrapnel. The only tricks and powers being used now, were Lynn's defense, and Leslie's healing trick. Steven wasn't taking the full force of the storm well, and his family knew it. Even Jody cried.
The wind howled outside, rain was pelting the main house in what seemed every direction. The candles and torches in the house showed the breezes coming through the house. Lynn made a note that when this was over, the main house would be rebuilt in stone.
Steven lay in the bed, cuddled next to Lizzie, dreaming. They were the only two of the family able to sleep. The rest of the sisters sat in a circle talking. Steven would mutter something, and the entire family cringed. He was projecting his memories of the events leading up to and including the wreck of the Sharon.
Nadia woke the Captain an hour earlier then normal, and he wasn't happy about it. He slumped out of his bed and put his boots on. It was bad enough he was horribly off course, but this stowaway was driving him insane. He was mere seconds away from just taking her. The way she hung on him and snuggled in his bed with him, made him believe the girl was ready to part her legs and have her flower plucked. But in the next minute, she scurry off saying she had work to do. Now the little bitch wouldn't let him sleep. He loved her....and she knew it.
"Why on the green earth would you wake me now Nadia?" He grumbled at her. He grabbed his top coat and tossed it on. There was a cool wind over warm water. "Bad Sign" One of the orphan slave girls had said to him.
That girl was adorable, it was a shame she was owned by some asshole in the Massachusetts colony. Most of the young white folks in the hold were sold by orphanages to Lords in the colonies shortly after they hit adult age. Others were in the hold to pay off their parents debt by slaving in the colonies.
"Sir, squall line behind us, and it's catching up fast." Nadia reported in a tone that suggested she had attended the Naval academy.
"That would be the 'bad sign' the raven haired slave was talking about." The Captain muttered.
"I'm sorry Sir?" Nadia asked.
"Tell Mr Burton to set full sails, we might be able to ride this wind into some semblance of land before the storm gets too bad." Steven properly ordered.
"Yes Sir!" Nadia said as she turned and left.
Steven buttoned his top coat, and put on his hat. He took a deep breath and prepared to face yet another major problem.
Steven began his rounds by first looking for his "Lieutenant". Steven was a tradesman. Ranks were loose, and the crews tended to be unruly. Most days, by the time Steven started his watch, the second-in-command was already fast asleep. Today was no different.
"Mister Burton, what have you got for me, seeing as Griffith is already dismissed himself?" Steven looked to the stern.
"Captain, saw it at first light, looks to be on us within two hours at this speed." The man replied.
"Keep full sail, double front lookouts, we are close to land Willie, and I don't want to crash into it at 12 knots." Steven turned away from the man as he repeated the order to someone a mid ship. The order was repeated once again, and again by other crew members.
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