Writer: DeSade
Subject: The Witch’s Brew 1
Link: ReligiousFetish.com / 22.11.2025
Story Codes: Church, Satanic, Anal, Incest
Author’s Notes: This story is dedicated to the Whore of Babylon, the Queen of Incest, the pious wife of a pastor. Those of you who are serious about incest can email her through me. But be careful, this evil whore will have you crawling between the thighs of your daughter or mother in no time.
The Witch’s Brew 1
Once upon a time there was a witch called Martha. Actually, Martha is very much a modern day witch. What? You don’t believe in witches. You don’t believe in Satan? Good. That suits Satan just fine, not to mention witches. Anyway, Martha the witch didn’t look like any witch you saw on TV as a kid. She was an attractive middle aged woman with a husband, children, and…… a practice. You see, Martha was a successful psychiatrist. It was the perfect job for a witch. People came to her looking for help and she helped them as only a witch could.
Indeed Martha was so successful at her job that the word spread and soon the rich and famous started knocking on her door.
One such person was Beth Moore.
Beth was the wife of one of America’s most famous preachers. If there had been a Mount Rushmore for TV evangelists, Elijah Moore would have been on it. Unlike other TV preachers who had become mired in sexual and financial scandal, Elijah Moore was squeaky clean. He was a hard working man of God who dedicated his life and much of his church’s wealth for the good of the under privileged.
Therefore, it came as quite a surprise to Martha when she was contacted by a friend of Beth’s. Within days, Martha and Beth met secretly at a lodge in the Colorado Rockies owned by Beth’s friend.
Martha found herself in the presence of an attractive 34 year old red head. The witch was intrigued. Beth gave off all the aura of religious piety one would expect from the wife of a preacher. But something else lay under the Jesus loving front of the attractive woman. The witch could see that Beth Moore was a troubled woman.
Being a witch, Martha could sense things very quickly. Her research of the Moore’s rise to prominence as a religious force in America had formed the image of a strong willed and ambitious woman in Martha’s mind. While Elijah Moore preached the word of God, his wife helped create a multi million dollar empire based on her husband’s popularity. It was clear from the witch’s contacts that Elijah Moore was merely a figurehead and that Beth Moore was the power behind the Moore religious empire. When she met Beth, she knew her information had been correct. The witch sensed something else too…fear.
It didn’t take long for the witch to learn the reasons for Beth Moore’s fear. Through tear filled eyes, Beth spoke about her failing marriage and the animosity which now existed between her husband and herself. Through even more tear filled eyes she spoke about her twin son’s and how her husband was turning them against her. It was a touching performance, but witches are a though audience at best. Especially when they also have good information about the true nature of events.
As the woman tearfully related her story, Martha couldn’t help but feel a soaring rush of elation through her body which resulted in brain waves of monumental wickedness, and an ache in her cunt which a horse’s cock would have had a problem extinguishing.
For the true nature of events was that the good preacher and his wife had grown cold towards each other many years ago. Their marriage was now nothing more than a sham. The good preacher had seen something in his wife he did not like. But he knew he would be finished as a preacher if he divorced her. He reluctantly played the game for his TV audience and the Moore’s became one of America’s first religious families.
Elijah Moore retreated into his preaching and left his wife to run the day to day chores of his church. As his popularity grew so did those day to day chores until his wife was running practically every facet of the Moore church, including the charities which Elijah Moore took so much pride in…charities that raised millions for the hungry people of the third world.
It was Elijah’s new devotion to feeding and clothing the poor unfortunate wretches of Africa, South America and Asia that eventually led to his wife seeking help from a witch. And rest assured, Beth Moore had done her own research on the psychiatrist. But she had done so only after hearing rumors about Martha’s real skills. For, those special clients who prospered from those skills were encouraged to advertise to very selective prospective customers.
Martha already knew what Beth would never tell her. This struggle between husband and wife was only partially about family. Like many of the problems Martha helped solve, this one was also about money and power.
For Elijah Moore had suspicions that not enough food and clothing was reaching the poor niggers he had grown to think of as his own. His suspicions fell on the person who controlled the charities…his own wife. And very soon his suspicions would be horribly confirmed.
Beth Moore had redirected millions of dollars from the task for which it was meant and into more profitable ventures.
Martha gave Beth her most sympathetic look, for she was indeed impressed with the preacher’s wife. It took balls to take food from the mouths of the hungry and not feel guilty. It took power too. Martha could understand that power. It made her cunt ooze with the wickedness of it all. For do not witch’s come in all shapes and sizes and denominations too.
Martha knew immediately that she would help this woman. How could she not help one of her own? And Beth Moore would need all the help she could get.
When her husband eventually found proof of her embezzling ways, she would loose everything. Her power; her money; and last but not least, her son’s.
Off course it would all be hushed up. Elijah Moore would never allow his church to suffer the embarrassment of such a horrible scandal. No, his wife would be sent away. And the money returned to its proper place.
Martha listened on till the woman had finished. Then she promptly stated a solution to the problem. Her mind had raced faster and faster as the woman spoke and Martha had a plan that was so deliciously wicked it made the juices pour from her cunt.
“You want your husband to be utterly devoted to you as well as your sons. Isn’t that so?” Martha asked the woman.
“My God… yes…yessss.” replied Beth Moore, her eyes glistening with passion.
Martha knew she had the woman now. She toyed with her.
“One million dollars,” she whispered.
“What?” asked the woman.
“You heard me Beth. I want one million dollars for your husbands love and devotion and that of your son’s,” replied Martha.
“A small price to pay wouldn’t you say?”
Martha watched the woman wince. Certain things were immediately understood. Martha saw a hard look cross Beth Moore’s face. It filled Martha with joy. The mask doth fall and Satan’s power is revealed.
“Can you really do it?” asked Moore, her voice crackling with emotion.
“With the help of my god,” Martha replied smiling.
She watched Beth’s eyes open wide.
Martha would have done it for nothing, off course. Money was just a means to an end, for a witch. Helping this bitch to deprive inferiors of life by misusing the funds good Christians had gladly donated was the end in Martha’s mind.
“Do you believe me?” asked Martha.
The woman nodded, her face full of hope.
“You must be strong Beth. Are you strong?” asked Martha gently.
Beth nodded.
“I know you are Beth. You built up your husbands church and made the though decisions that need to be made by any corporation,” said Martha slyly.
A look passed between both women. For a split second, everything was understood.
“You are in great danger Beth. You already know that, don’t you?
Beth nodded, her face turning white.
“You must obey me without question, is that clear?” asked Martha.
Beth nodded.
“Good. I want half the money deposited in my bank account by Friday. My banker will call you tomorrow with the details. When I have word that the funds have been deposited, I will contact you with my plan. Now, I must be going,” said Martha.
And that was it. A simple little deal beneath the surfaces of the matrix like world we live in.
To be sure, Beth Moore gave some thoughts to departing with a million dollars. She was by nature greedy and as you already know, ‘tis better to give than receive’ was not a creed she lived by. However, just as the witch expected, 500,000 dollars was promptly deposited into her bank account in the Cayman Islands. The money didn’t have far to go, for Beth Moore had an account in a bank just down the street.
The next day, the witch met with Beth Moore at the same lodge in Colorado. Martha didn’t waste any time with idle chit chat. Her customer expected a miracle for her money and that was what she would get.
“I have the power to make your husband become your devoted slave. Both mentally and physically,” said Martha smiling.
Beth nodded eagerly.
“I have the power to make your sons love you as sons should love their mother’s. Is that what you want?” asked the witch.
“Yesssss. If you can make that happen, I will be one happy woman,” said Beth wiping away a tear from her eye.
“Good. I will need a drop of your husband’s blood,” said the witch.
“Blood?” said Beth, a concerned look crossing her face.
“I can pray for you instead,” said Martha with a wicked grin.
“But for one million dollars, I would get the blood too. Think of it as an insurance policy.”
Beth Moore cracked a smile. She sensed the witch was mocking her religious beliefs. Hypocrisy is not easy to spot in oneself especially if one thinks one is immune to it.
“I’ll also need your son’s blood too. And some of yours,” said Martha.
“What will you do,” asked Beth eagerly.
“Concoct a potion. Mix it with their blood and then you pour it into their drinks. It will pass from the stomach into their blood stream. And your troubles will be over,” said Martha in a confident tone.
Beth looked doubtful.
The witch saw a chance to connect again.
“You are a woman of the world, Beth. You must know that there are other forces in our world. The question is, are you courageous enough to use them to protect you family and your church,” said the witch.
The message was not lost on Beth Moore. She nodded.
“I’ll do whatever it takes to protect our church and family,” she said.
“Indeed, are the church and family not one,” replied Martha.
“Is not the church your family too?”
Beth nodded.
“Your husband has done much to build your church into the force it is today. But so have you. Would the church have been as successful without your guiding hand?” asked the witch.
Beth’s eye’s lit up.
“You understand so much. I have worked many long days to make our church a success. My husband thinks he can just get up on the altar and preach and the church will look after itself. He is deluded. It takes hard work to build a church like ours. I have worked hard to build it and if it weren’t for me, my husband would be a no body preaching to no bodies,” said Beth in a fit of anger.
The witch smiled. The mask was finally coming off.
“Which is who he wants to give all your money too,” she sneered.
Beth’s face turned white.
“What?”
“I know there are other reasons why you wish to control your husband. You have worked hard to create a business empire. Yes, a business empire based on religion but still a business empire. What sort of business gives away its wealth? I understand fully, your situation Beth. Religion is a prosperous business, if it is handled well. And you handle things very well. Indeed, I may just reinvest my fee in your business. I know it would reap a fine return rather than get squandered away on worthless causes. Am I right, Beth?” asked the witch smiling.
Beth stared at the woman for some time.
“How did you…”
“You know who I am. Did you think you could hide secrets from us,” asked Martha.
“Don’t worry my dear. I have friends who would be interested in donating to your charities. The tax breaks are very good, I hear. But not if your husband has control of the purse strings,” said the witch seriously.
“That’s why I’m helping you. My friends and I see great potential in your business. You have a great future. Your son’s are growing up and soon they will take your husbands place. That is why we must act quickly before he poisons them against you.”
Beth listened with a gaping mouth.
When the witch finished her sermon, a strange look of joy crossed Beth’s face.
“You understand perfectly,” she whispered.
The two women embraced.
“Now you must get me their blood and be quick. Time is of the essence,” said the witch.
With that, the women parted and went their own way.
The witch stayed in close proximity to the Moore’s home for the next few days as she waited for the blood of the Moore men.
Unfortunately for Beth Moore, time was running out faster than she had anticipated. It took her nearly two days to get the blood samples she needed. Her son’s had been easy victims. Though their father had already begun to turn them against their mother, they still loved her. They were just 14 years old and while not identical, they came close.
Matt was a few minutes older and a little taller than his twin brother Luke. Both boys were religious as one would expect. They were handsome boys who liked sports and did everything together. Their father was a strict disciplinarian who trained them to preach Gods words. Both were developing into confident preachers and were already stars of the Moore religious TV hour.
Beth had successfully cut both of them on the hand within hours of returning home from her meeting with the witch. Both of them were nicked in the kitchen as she cut bread for them. Within seconds she had a bandage on the cuts and kissed them profusely, much to their annoyance. Later she went to each of their rooms and insisted on replacing the bandage. She then put the old bandages in an envelope and sealed it, writing her sons names on it.
Her husband was another matter entirely. She knew something big was brewing as he went out of his way to avoid her. Indeed he spent most of his time at the office he kept behind the church or at the TV studios.
It was only the next day that she saw the tissue in her husband’s private bathroom. He had cut himself shaving. She quickly deposited the tissue into another envelope with his name on it and sealed it. She then contacted the witch and made arrangements to meet her that night at the hotel the witch was staying at.
Beth promptly showed up at the assigned time at the witch’s room and passed the envelopes to her. They had a brief conversation. Time was running out. The witch would need at least two days to prepare the potions. Beth returned home and waited.
Meanwhile, at his office behind the large church that served as his headquarters, Elijah Moore sat reading the report the investigator presented to him hours before. He had read it 3 times. And each time he became angrier.
He had once loved his wife, along time ago. Over the years he had lost that love when he saw who she really was. Unhappy, he had withdrawn into his preaching and his charitable works, hoping to redeem himself in the eyes of God for failing in his marriage. He had left his wife to do as she pleased with the administrative tasks involved in running a successful church. Now he realized the terrible mistake he had made. As his popularity grew and he went on TV, Elijah Moore soon realized his church was becoming something he did not want it to be. And it was his wife who was to blame. He wanted his church to be for the people, especially the poor and hungry of the world. Like many people before him, he was learning that money and religion are like oil and water. Too late he realized his wife had hijacked his church and turned it into a den of thieves. And she was the biggest thief of them all.
As he read through the report again, he was horrified at the dept of her greed. Something that was from God had been debased. He blamed himself too. When God had shown him the way and asked him to start his charities, he took the easy way out and let his wife run them. She had always been the business head of the family. He would stand up on the altar and speak fine words to get people to dip into their pockets. He had opted for the easy job, the job he did so well…inspire people with his words.
Now, as he read about the millions of dollars that his wife had deposited into her own accounts, he began to cry. All those poor people who could have been saved were it not for his wife’s greed. She was a murderess in his mind. She was evil.
He knew this could never be made public. He would have to keep all this quite. His work in feeding and clothing the poor was more important than anything else in his life. He would have to pay his wife off. Send her away and make up a lie about her. He would have to tell the boys. They would have to know.
That night, Beth Moore heard her husband come in and go straight to his room. He usually looked in on the boys but this night he didn’t. Her fears grew. She hoped the witch would come through for her, but deep down inside she knew she was lost.
The next morning, Beth made breakfast for her family but her husband came downstairs and quickly left. Her sons soon came down too and unlike their father they tucked into the eggs and pancakes Beth had made for them. She watched them hungrily devour the food like wild animals. It was fun to watch her sons eat. Their hunger was pure and without the idiosyncratic baggage of adults. She would never give up her sons. She would die first. All her efforts, all her hard work was for them. Yes, the money too. It was all for them. Her husband was too stupid to understand. He didn’t care about them. He would rather squander their birthright on niggers and losers in far away places. Her sons were talented. Soon they would be great preachers like their father but he was turning his back on them.
Soon Matt and Luke were running for the door. They reluctantly kissed her on the cheek and headed off to school.
Beth stood in the kitchen for a few moments, listening to the deafening silence of the house. She would never give up her sons or their birthright. She would fight.
Beth called the witch again. She was desperate now. Martha listened to her frantic pleadings. It made her cunt ache to hear the greedy bitch wallow in self pity. An idea suddenly came to Martha. Being a witch, she too was a preacher for her own God. And while her preaching was decidedly subtle compared to her Christian counterparts, it could be none the less effective.
“Beth, I’m doing the best I can, but the potions aren’t ready yet. But perhaps this is for the best.”
“What do you mean?” asked the frantic woman.
“Well, my dear, perhaps you will better appreciate the power I represent if my potions are applied after your husband confronts you. Think how impressed you will be after they work,” said the witch.
Beth was silent for a moment.
“You fucking bitch. I paid you a fortune and this is what I get for it. I’ll fucking destroy you,” shouted Beth in a fury.
“Ahhhh Beth. This is music to my ears,” said Martha laughing.
“Helppppp meeeeee!!” Beth cried.
For a moment there was silence on the other end of the line.
“I like it when you talk like that Beth. It shows your true nature and it’s beautiful. Be strong and prosper.” said Martha as she hung up.
Beth stared at the phone in shock.
“Ohhh my Godddddd…oh my God,” she cried as she slid to the floor in a heap.
The rest of the day was a blur for Beth. She tried calling the witch back but there was no answer. She thought about driving over to the hotel, but she was too tired to fight. She would have to look after herself. She got in her car and drove to her office. Unlike her husbands, Beth’s was in a large office building downtown. Nearly 200 people now worked for Moore Ministries Inc. As she walked through the building of which her company had 5 floors, she could not help but feel proud of what she had accomplished. She had worked hard to achieve success and it suddenly dawned on Beth that this church was as much hers as her husbands. She would be damned before she would give it up.
Beth returned to the house at 4pm. It was empty. She knew her sons would be at football practice on till 5pm. She made her way up to her room, undressed and hopped into the shower. After showering, she dressed and walked downstairs. She opened the front door and was about to walk down to the mail box when she saw a large padded envelope under one of the wipers on her car. She walked down towards it and sliding it from under the wiper, she looked at the label. It was addressed to her. There was no return address. She could feel something large inside and after surveying the street she walked inside and tore open the package. She gasped.
Inside were two plastic bottles, one large, about two inches long and another about half as big. Inside she found a typed letter. It was from Martha.
Dear Beth,
Here are the potions as promised. The large one is for your husband. I would advise you to give him all of its contents as soon as possible, judging by your phone call this morning. I think you will be surprised and eventually happy with its effects.
The other smaller bottle is for your twins. Be more careful with this concoction. It is meant to be applied over time. A few drops in their drinks is all you need. Then apply as needed over the year or however long it lasts you. There is more where that came from. I grantee you will be well pleased with the results.
I want to tell you how impressed I am with you. I am very interested in you and your survival as are others. If you apply these potions as I have said, the results will be to your liking.
This morning I said you would be impressed if you waited to use these potions. I so desire you to embrace my god because I sense his strength in you already. However, it is also prudent to wait to hear from your husband’s lips what he has found out and whom he has hired to spy on you. This is important information that I can use to protect you and your son’s.
Call me in a few days. I will remain here on till the danger has passed.
Be strong and multiply.
These words are from one witch to another.
Martha
PS Destroy this letter immediately. Also washout your husbands bottle as well. You should have a year’s supply of your son’s potion but there’s more where that came from.
Beth read the letter again and stared at the bottles. The liquid was clear in both. She unscrewed the caps and inhaled. No smell. A rush of confidence passed through her. She sat down in the hall sofa and made her plans for the evening.
Within an hour, Beth Moore had laid out a spread for the Moore men consisting of steaks, mashed potatoes and vegetables.
Around 5pm she heard her husband’s car pull up. She looked out the window and was surprised to see the boys with their father. She saw their faces and her heart fell into her stomach. She was too late.
Her husband and sons walked in and were surprised to fond the dinner table laid out. They rarely ate together anymore. She saw the look of disgust on her husbands face and she knew he had told them.
“I thought we might eat together tonight,” she said glancing at her sons. They looked down at the floor. Her husband marched past her.
“I don’t have the stomach to eat tonight,” he snapped.
Her sons made a move, but she held up her hand.
“Sit down!! I’m not letting good food go to waste,” she shouted angrily.
The twins looked at her wide eyed.
She knew what was going through their minds. She could see disgust in their eyes too.
“Sit down!!”
Taken aback by the ferocity in their mother’s voice, they glanced at each other and sat down reluctantly. Beth walked quickly into the kitchen and grabbing some plates, portioned out food on them. She opened the fridge and saw the coke six pack. It was all the twins drank. She opened two bottles and poured them into two glasses along with ice. Then she reached into her hiding place under the sink and grabbed the small bottle. She opened it and hesitated for a moment. Her sons hated her now. She would win them back. Martha had said a drop or two. She poured a quarter of the bottle into one glass and much the same into the other. She hoped it wouldn’t poison them. She put the bottle back under the sink and took the glasses out to her sons. They sat silently staring at the table. She laid the glasses before them and went back to get the food. She heard them get up and rushed back but they were gone. She glanced at the table. They had taken their glasses with them. She returned to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Her husband didn’t eat much, but he did drink lots of milk. She quickly poured a glass of milk and reaching under the sink, grabbed the large bottle. Opening it, she poured the entire contents into the glass too. Now she had to get him to drink it.
She walked up the stairs and stopped outside her husband’s room. She knocked on the door and walked inside. Her husband was sitting at his window desk. She knew he was reading his bible as he always did when he had some grave job to do.
“Darling, I brought you some milk,” she said hesitantly.
He raised his head and looked out the window.
She walked slowly up to the table and placed the glass on it.
“Please drink something, dear. You look unwell,” she said.
He turned around and stood up. He was a small man but muscular and when she saw his fists clenching she stepped back quickly.
“How could you?’ he snarled.
“What’s wrong dear,” she whispered.
“You know what you’ve done, you bitch,” shouted Elijah.
‘Please dear, the boys will hear you,’ she responded defensively.
“They already know what you did, woman,” he laughed.
Beth was silent. She was fearful of what was to happen now. But she also felt anger begin to rise up in her.
“Have you been spying on me,” she snapped back at him.
Elijah was taken aback by her aggressiveness. Then his eyes narrowed and he raised his hand to slap her.
She cowered away from him as he shook with fury.
“My God, have you no shame, you wicked woman,’ he groaned.
He steadied himself against the chair and reached into his pocket for his heart pills. Beth watched as he popped some pills into his mouth and reached for the glass of milk.
Beth felt relief flow through her as she watched her husband drain half the milk. He put the glass back on the table and stared at her, his face full of anger.
“You’ve disgraced me and my sons. You’ve disgraced my church. You have stolen nearly 10 million dollars of charitable funds and used it for your greedy ends. You’re a disgrace. How could you have taken money that was meant for hungry children,” he shouted.
Beth remained silent for a moment. She was strangely calm and unfazed by her husband’s condemnations. All she could think about was how long the potion took to work. It shocked her that she felt no guilt for her actions. Her husband could see her calmness and it only made him angry.
“What about the hungry children,” he said again, pointing a finger at her.
“I don’t give a shit about some little nigger. I only care about my own children,” she snapped back at him.
He stood staring at her with a shocked look on his face.
“My God, you’re evil,” he said in a low voice as he slumped into the chair.
Beth felt strangely liberated and more in control of things than she should have been. She felt a strange sense of power over her husband and her fear was beginning to dissipate. She continued her advance.
“You have worked hard as a preacher. But it takes more than words to build a church. It takes organization, management and yes dollar sense. That’s something you’re sadly missing. Look at your competitors; they don’t through away their money like you do. I’ve worked just as hard as you and helped build this church. In fact, without me, you’d be nothing…preaching to winos and the homeless in some shitty makeshift church downtown. I made you Elijah. But I’m not going to let you destroy my work and destroy your son’s inheritance,” said Beth almost breathless with emotion.
Her husband looked up at her and she saw fear in his eye’s for the first time.
“I want you out of this house tomorrow. I won’t let you corrupt my church and corrupt my son’s anymore,” he said, raising his voice again.
“You’re a fool Elijah. Do you think I’m the only one in the church who has benefited from your wonderful fund raising sermons? You know the saying…there’s strength in numbers,” she sneered.
Her husband looked up at her, his face beet red.
“And as for my son’s, I will make it my mission to run this church on till they are old enough to take over themselves, and I’ll make sure they won’t end up in some shit hole preaching to a bunch of skinny wogs,” she hissed at him.
“You evil bitch, I should have divorced you years ago. I’ll go to the police. I’ll go public. I’ll …”
“I dare you, you weakling. You’ll do nothing of the sort. It would disgrace the church and your work would be ruined. No…you’ll never go public. Your sons would carry the stigma the rest of their lives.”
“I’ll pay you. Just leave us alone,” said her husband shrieking.
“Pay me. Pay me. Hahhhhh. That’s a laugh. You’ll pay me? With what? You don’t get it do you? I pay you. Get it? Not one dime gets passed along to anyone unless I ok it. If you want money to throw away on niggers, then I’ll give it to you. After all, we must keep up appearances. But you’ll not waste all our resource’s on your feel good escapades in Ethiopia or where ever the fuck you waste our money,” shouted Beth.
The reverend grabbed the glass of milk and through it against the wall.
Beth stood watching the milk drain into the red carpet. A sudden feeling of fear gripped her and she turned and walked out of the room.
In the hall, both her son’s bedroom doors closed. They had been listening at their father’s door. Beth immediately walked up to Matt’s door and knocked. She couldn’t help wondering if the potion would really work. No answer came from within so Beth walked in. Her son lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.
“Get up and come to your brother’s room,” she snapped.
Matt glared at her.
“I said get up and come with me now,” she shouted.
Reluctantly, the 14 year old got up and followed his mother out into the hall and into his twin’s room opposite.
Luke stood beside his bed, his arms folded in a defensive posture. He glared at his mother when she entered.
“There’s no point in talking, mother. We know what you did and it’s disgraceful. How could you?” he asked angrily.
Beth was a little taken aback by her son’s aggressiveness. Then she noticed the empty glass on the night stand. She hadn’t noticed any glass in Matt’s room.
“How dare you speak to me like that,” she said.
“I’m your mother, do you hear me. I’m your mother,” said Beth, feeling tears form in her eyes.
“Why did you steal that money Mother? Luke asked.
“I don’t like your tone, young man,’ she snapped again.
“I don’t like you stealing food from hungry people,” Luke snapped back.
Beth bit her lip. Things weren’t going as well as with her husband. Her sons had always been soft spoken well behaved young men. But something had changed, especially in Luke. She glanced at the glass and wondered if it had something to do with the potion. Her sons weren’t behaving to her with much devotion and love. In fact, they were downright rude to her. She decided on another path.
“I’m sorry boys. I know it must look bad, but your father is not telling the whole truth,” she said in a soft tone.
“What do you mean mother?” asked Matt as he walked to Luke and stood beside him.
Beth felt her mind race in a thousand different directions. She felt like a caged animal trying to escape. It suddenly dawned on Beth that she should tell the truth or the truth as she saw it which off course can be completely different.
“I did redirect some money,”
“Ten million,” replied Luke.
“Ok. Ok. I took ten million and redirected it into investment opportunities. Do you know how much those investments are worth now?” she asked.
“That’s beside the point Mom,” said Matt.
“Poverty kills a child every four seconds Mom,” said Luke.
“Don’t you care about that?” asked Matt.
“I do care,” Beth lied.
“That’s not what you said to Dad earlier,” said Matt.
“Yes. I think you said something about not giving a shit about them,” said Luke with a sneer.
Something was wrong. Beth could sense it. The twins were behaving like they had no inhibitions what so ever. It scared Beth but it also strangely excited her too. Her son’s aggressiveness was exciting to her. Still, this was not what she had paid for. She wanted their love and devotion, not this macho shit.
She knew she was loosing this battle but she would not give in yet.
“Look, I use some of the money we get from our charities for investment purposes. It costs money to run a church. It costs money to build a bigger church. I want to build a great church that helps people all over the world. I wanted to build an inheritance for you two so you could carry the church to greater heights. Is that so bad?” she asked.
The twins looked at each other.
“I invested some of the money but it will be returned to the charities. I swear to you,” said Beth with her most sincere face.
The twins looked unconvinced.
Beth started to loose her temper.
“Look. Your father would give all our money away and leave us penniless,” she snapped.
“It’s easier for a camel to go through…”
“Don’t quote scripture to me, Matt,” Beth said.
“Do you want to be poor? Hmmm. See how much you like being poor, then lecture me,” she snapped.
She watched the boys eagerly. Their faces showed no emotion. Suddenly, she saw Luke lower his gaze to her body. It was just for a split second, but yes. He was scanning her. She became more aware of her cloths. Her blouse was opened a little too much. She reached up and began to button it up a bit more. Then she saw Matt’s eyes lower themselves to her legs. Beth’s heart began to race.
My God, what’s happening to them, she thought.
“I’m sorry, I’ve disappointed you. I did what I did for you,” she sniffed.
“I just hope one day you boys will understand that,” she said, turning and walking out the door.
She went quickly to her room and closed the door behind her. Resting her back against the door, she took some deep breaths to calm her nerves. Something was wrong with her son’s. It was all going wrong. She went to her bed and lay down. She thought about calling the witch, but she dismissed it. She would have to wait till the potions had time to work properly. In a few moments, Beth fell fast asleep.
Beth awoke suddenly. The room was in total darkness. She looked over at her alarm clock. It was only 9pm. She got up off the bed and turned on the lights. She had been sleeping for nearly 3 hours. She felt refreshed and alert. She thought about her husband in the room next door and the potion that was now hopefully flowing through his body. It was time to test its power. She walked into her clothes room and reached up to the top shelf to retrieve a pink box. A few days earlier she had paid a visit to the local Victoria’s Secret store in town and this was the result. She opened the box and took out the cotton nightie. It was a pink sheer strapless floral merry widow.
Beth held it up against her body and smiled to herself. Then she picked up the sheer thong and silk stockings. She quickly began undressing and slid into the merry widow. She noticed the under wire cups had removable pads and promptly removed them. She then slid into the sheer thong. The material felt good against her cunt and she began to feel her body relax and tune itself to sex. She pulled the silk stockings up her shapely legs and fastened them to the top of her thong. She slid her feet into a pair of high heels and stood admiring herself in the mirror. She liked what she saw and she knew she still had it. She cupped her large breasts and felt giddy at their weight. She went into the bathroom and sprayed her body with her favorite perfume. She was ready.
She stepped quietly into the hall. It was dark like the rest of the house. She could see light under the doors of the twin’s bedrooms but everything was very quiet…too quiet.
She stepped towards her husbands room but as she was about to knock, she heard a sound behind her. It was a groan. She turned and looked towards her son’s rooms but there was only silence. Turning back to her husband’s door, she knocked and entered.
The bedside lamps illuminated the room. Her husband was in his bathroom. She could hear the tap running. Beth walked towards the bed and waited for him. He suddenly came out of the bathroom and looked at her. Water dripped from his gaunt face.
For a moment there was silence as he looked at her from head to toe. Then he spoke.
“What are you doing?”
Beth could see there was something wrong with her husband.
“Are you all right my dear, you look unwell,” she said timidly.
“Why are you dressed like that,” he asked.
Beth reacted as if she had been slapped in the face.
Her husband saw her reaction and a look of pity crossed his face.
“I think it’s too late for that,” he said quietly.
“But dear…’
“I’ve decided to go public Beth,” he said as he walked to his desk.
Beth Moore was stunned.
“You can’t,” she cried.
“I can and I will. It’s the only way Beth. It’s for the good of the church,” he said as he walked up to her and handed her a video tape.
She looked at the tape dumbfounded.
“But you’ll destroy the church,” she cried.
“Then let it be destroyed. It no longer represents God and will soon represent Satan unless I stop it now. Tomorrow I will go public and let the world know what’s been going on behind my back. I’m taking my son’s away from here. I suggest you get a good lawyer,” he said and turned away from her.
Beth was stunned. How could this be happening? It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
“Where’s your proof,” she said angrily.
He walked to his night stand and picked up the report the investigator had prepared for him.
“Here’s the proof,” he said, handing it to his wife.
“It’s a very disturbing document.”
Beth looked at the front page of the report. The investigator’s name was printed on the bottom. Dan Clark. She paged through the 5 page document quickly and what she saw told her Elijah was right.
She threw the report on the bed, turned and walked to the door.
“I suggest you watch that video,” her husband said from behind her.
“I hope it makes you understand the terrible thing you’ve done.”
Beth opened the door and turned to her husband.
“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn,” she said smiling and closed the door behind her.
She leaned against the door and felt her heart racing. It was all over. All her hard work was going to be destroyed by a wannabe martyr. She walked back to her room and slid onto her sofa. It was all over. She thought of the witch and cursed her. She picked up the video and was about to throw it at the wall when she stopped. She stared at it for a moment then she got up and slid it into the vcr and pressed play on the remote.
She walked to her desk and picking up the phone, dialed the witch’s number. The witch’s phone rang and rang but she didn’t answer. Beth slammed down the receiver and cursed the woman. She had betrayed her. Taken her money and ran like the bitch she was. Beth turned and looked at the TV. Her husband’s voice could be heard sermonizing about the need to give as pictures of emaciated people from Africa and South America appeared. Beth watched the video for a few moments. She knew her husband wanted her to feel guilt by watching this. He wanted her to run to him and humiliate herself before him… begging for forgiveness. But as Beth watched the poor wretches she had stolen from, she felt only anger and hatred for her husband and them. She cursed them with all her heart and was about to turn off the TV when she heard a knock on the door.
THE END OF CHAPTER ONE