Master Jack Ch. 01

Author's note:

I have based the story on the song "Master Jack" whose lyrics were written by David Marks, the original song being released in South Africa in 1967 by Four Jacks and a Jill. I have attempted to interpret the message from this song since then and note that there are a variety of interpretations described in various pages accessible through Google. The interpretation I have placed upon the lyrics is a fictitious account and is not derived from any ideas recorded online of which I am aware.

Other than that, enjoy.

I sat in the shop doorway, tears running down my cheeks. I wanted to die. I'd tried several times. Once I'd even got to standing on the rail of a bridge, but then chickened out and climbed back down. I ran in front of a truck, but he just swerved, slowed, swore at me then drove on. I wanted to die but didn't know how to make it quick and painless. I was hungry; hadn't eaten today and it was nearly dark now, and raining. I thought back to how I'd been thrown out of home when my parents found me nearly naked with my boyfriend Eldred. Didn't they realize I was an adult and could do what I wanted? Didn't they know that I was responsible for myself and nothing was going to happen because I was saving my virginity for when I was married? Eldred's parents had reluctantly allowed me to stay with him and for a few days it was great, until they found us smoking weed. Then I'd been kicked out and he'd been banned from seeing me again. Old people are so narrow-minded!

"Hi," she said, "I'm Adele. What's your name?"

"That's a beautiful name. So, what's a sad Elizabeth doing sitting on a pavement in a doorway on a night like this?"

"Waiting for what?"

"That bad, huh."

"So, let's figure this out. You haven't eaten all day, you're cold, lonely, have no place to go, nobody loves you, you've got no friends, no-one to turn to, no idea what to do and you haven't even got the guts to kill yourself. That about sum it up?"

"I was there about a year ago too. It's not a good place, eh. Much better where I am now."

"So where are you now?"

"So, they'd take on a person like me then?"

I felt my hungry stomach rumble at the mention of food.

"That's the easy part. I'll be collected in a few minutes from just down the road. I was on my way there when I saw you. Do you wanna come too?"

"Ok, I'll come with you. But am I able to leave whenever I want?"

She stood up and held out her hand, which I took and also stood, my joints protesting after several hours sitting on the hard pavement. A short walk brought us to the corner, where a few minutes later a car pulled over and we crammed into the rear seat. I was jammed between Adele and another girl about my age.

"The details come later," explained Rachel, "After you've been there for a while and been accepted by the group. Sometimes people can be very strange about communities such as ours, so we always have to be wary of newcomers because they may have been sent by the Devil himself to try to close down Master Jack's good work."

We entered a large dining room where many people were milling about, apparently waiting for us as, once we'd arrived, a tall, distinguished looking man rang a bell and instantly there was silence.

Adele retained her grip on my hand and together we walked to the front of the room where she introduced me first to Master Jack and then to the whole group. Master Jack embraced me, then the whole group of people spoke in unison.

I heard myself reply "Thank you." then Adele led me to the servery where delicious looking food was dished out onto plates. We took a plate each and Adele led me to the long table and had me take a place on the right-hand side of Master Jack.

We sat and waited as each person in turn took a plate then found a seat at the table, all in an eerie silence. Once everyone was seated, Master Jack stood, said a prayer to bless the meal, then we all started eating and apparently talking was also permitted.

"Thank you. I'll also be interested in hearing how this community works. Adele told me a very small amount about it, so I'll be fascinated to hear the details from its leader."

"Master Jack has told me that you'll be sharing my room tonight. Come and I'll show you where it is."

"Oh, there's plenty of space really," replied Adele when I asked about it, "We all sleep with another person in king size beds. It's just fortunate that my partner was moved a couple of days ago."

"God works in mysterious ways," she explained, "And He gives people in the city the opportunity to donate to His cause as well as choosing new members, like you, to be trained for His work. You should feel very honored to be selected for this work. However, some people are appointed to work around the community too, so you'll probably do that for the first few months."

"I think I'll have a shower then go to bed," I said, "If that's fine with you."

"No, I'd prefer to shower alone if that's Ok."

Adele put on some spiritual sounding music and sat, apparently meditating, while I showered. There was no door on the bathroom so she could have seen me naked had she looked, but then, we were both women so that was not really a problem, was it, I wondered? It wasn't until I was dried that I realized I had a problem: what to sleep in. I only had the clothes I stood up in and I'd been wearing them for two days now so didn't really want to wear them to bed. I wrapped the large fluffy towel around me and went into the bedroom. Adele opened her eyes and smiled.

"Lovely. It's great to feel clean again. But I have a problem. I have no nightdress so was wondering if I could borrow one of yours please."

"I don't have any nightdresses, they're actually not allowed in the community. As Master Jack says, God made us naked so naked we should be whenever it's warm enough. So, in summer it's usual for us to remain naked on warm days, and when we go to bed, we have covers to keep us warm so don't need nightshirts or nightdresses. And you can take your towel off too, you don't need to cover your beautiful body."

"Have you never been naked with someone else?" she asked.

"Oh yes, I remember you mentioned that. Well, I certainly won't be throwing you out of here, so don't worry about that. Here, I want you to remove my clothing so we can both be naked as God intended us to be."

"Here, do you want to feel mine?"

"Can I feel yours too?"

"They're very beautiful, firm and heavy," she said as she cupped them. "Are your nipples sensitive like mine?"

"I believe you were undressing me," she said.

"Oh, you shave?"

"Oh, Ok, I've often wondered what being shaved would be like. I guess I'll find out. Why do you shave and why will I be shaved?"

I did as she suggested (or was it a command?), then waited while she showered and dried herself in plain view, obviously completely unselfconscious about her body, which I had to admit was beautiful. Maybe God had good taste after all, I thought, grinning inwardly. She soon finished and climbed into bed, turning off the main light and leaving a dim side light on. At first, she lay alongside me on her side of the bed while we talked about a few general things until she brought the topic around to love.

"So, this love is the love that God has for us all then?"

"Well, I guess you wouldn't really."

The setting for this story could prove disturbing or challenging to many readers. I make no apology for that; how you respond is entirely your choice. However, I hasten to add that the story is not based on any sect, cult or other group, nor is any offence directed at any group in particular or towards groups of this nature in general. The story is entirely fictitious and bears no relationship to any group or organization to my knowledge,

As usual, I do not condone, approve of or suggest that any activity depicted in this story is attempted in real life. It is, as I say, fiction and nobody in the story is based on or is meant to represent any person in real life. Any such likeness is purely coincidental.


So here I was, nowhere to live, no boyfriend or friends at all for that matter, parents disowned me; what was there left in life? I watched a bus go past, splashing water onto the sidewalk, grateful for the small mercy that it had not reached my doorway, but bending my legs just in case the next one splashed further. I rested my head on my arms across my knees and closed my eyes, going to my happy place: sunshine, white sand, seabirds circling, lapping waves on the beach, a beautiful spot which, maybe, one day, I'd find in reality. I felt rather than saw someone sit beside me, not touching me, just sitting, silently, waiting, like me. Another reject of society, maybe. I opened one eye and looked furtively. It was a woman, about 20ish I guess, kindly looking, not threatening in any way. I raised my head and looked at her directly.

"Elizabeth."

"Waiting."

"I don't know. Waiting to die, I guess."

"No. Worse."

"Yeah, you got it figured out right. How'd you know?"

I sat a little straighter. I believe that sometimes the perfect person comes at just the right time. Maybe this was happening now.

"I live at the Heart and Soul Community. It's a group of people like you who have lost their way. It's run by Master Jack, who takes care of us, feeds us, clothes us, provides us with comfortable accommodation, loves us and in return teaches us to do meaningful work for him and, through him, for God. It really is a wonderful place to recover from the trials of life."

"They'd welcome you with open arms. You'd have time to recover, to find out who you really are, to enjoy life, to be loved by lots of people. Oh, and the meals are great too; you'd probably be put in the kitchen for a while and you'd be taught to cook lovely food."

"So how do I get to this place?"

I knew I had to make up my mind quickly, like, now, and that if I rejected this offer then I would stay where I was, possibly for the night. It was the only offer on the table, so it didn't take me long to decide.

"Absolutely. You're not kidnapped or anything like that. We're all totally free to choose to do whatever we want to do, within certain limits, of course, we're all there as a community so we all need to pull together and take our share of the necessary workload. But I'm sure you'll love it and the people there will love you too. Come on, let's go or we'll be late and they don't like us being late."

"Rachel, this is Elizabeth," Adele introduced us, then also introduced Hazel and the driver Tony, in the front seats. They all said they were pleased to meet me and Rachel began quizzing me about my history while the front seat occupants listened in to my story. They were encouraging about the community, telling me what a wonderful place it is but seeming strangely reluctant to go into any detail.

I agreed that this could be a possibility, knowing little about religion and God and the Devil. The warmth of the people in the car, as well as the warmer temperature, lulled me into a sense of security and drowsiness, so I lost track of where we were heading and after a while, we pulled up a driveway and stopped in front of a gate. Hazel opened the gate and Tony drove us through, collected Hazel, then continued up a long driveway to the community buildings. There we climbed out of the car and Adele took my hand and led me inside.

"Welcome, newcomer, please come forward and allow Adele to introduce you."

"Welcome to the Heart and Soul Community, Elizabeth."

"Tonight, you're a celebrity," she whispered to me, "Enjoy it. When a new person arrives in the community, we consider it a gift from God so for the first meal that person is treated like royalty."

"I'll be very interested to hear your story tomorrow," said Master Jack, smiling gently at me, "I'm sure it will be interesting to see how God has directed you to come here."

Master Jack turned away to talk with the person on his left and Adele and I chatted as we ate. Once the first course was completed, I felt more or less human once again, and was both pleased and surprised when dessert was announced. Once again Adele and I followed Master Jack to the head of the line and returned with plates full of fruit topped with ice cream. Once completed, we returned our dishes to the washing servery, then Master Jack spoke quietly with Adele.

We walked outside to another building, apparently a dormitory of sorts, then to a room with a king size bed and an attached bathroom. It seemed quite luxurious but I was wondering about sleeping in the same bed as another woman.

I thought this a little strange, but as the saying goes, when in Rome do as the Romans do. Adele explained the schedule for each day, emphasizing that lights out meant no sound and lights out was at 11pm. We would be woken at 7am, then have some exercise from 7.30 to 8am, breakfast, then we would have our chores for each day. She explained that some people were taken to the city, where they collected money for the community as well as seeing if there were any waifs and strays who needed rescuing, as had happened to me last night.

I didn't know about feeling honored right now, but I certainly felt tired and sleepy after the large meal.

"Yeah, sure, there's a towel you can use on the shelf. We could shower together if you want, it's more fun." She gave me a big smile and a wink. I swallowed hard; was she a lesbian? Did she want to have sex with me?

"Yes, that's fine. Enjoy your shower."

"Good shower?"

Adele laughed before she replied.

I was very tentative about unwrapping, so she stood up and came to me, taking hold of the towel and unwrapping me as though I was a parcel. Then she stepped back and examined me as I tried to hide my breasts and pussy with my arms.

"Yes, once with my boyfriend and my mother found us. That's why I was thrown out of home."

Adele guided me to unfasten her top and remove it, then her bra, allowing her breasts to hang free. She took one in each hand and more or less offered them to me.

I tentatively reached out my hands, realizing as I did so that I had now uncovered myself, and carefully held her breasts in my hands, recognizing that they felt just like mine.

"Yes, of course," I heard myself reply.

As she said that, she started stroking my nipples, gently pulling them and giving them tiny squeezes. I had enjoyed doing this to them myself, but had never had it done by another person. It felt delicious, so I did the same for her, watching her close her eyes and smile as she felt the sensations and massaged mine a little harder to intensify what I was feeling. After a few minutes, she removed her hands from my breasts and stepped slightly back.

I knelt down and unfastened her skirt, then she stepped out of it after it dropped to the floor. She was standing in front of me now in a pair of very brief, lacy panties which hid almost nothing of her pussy. I hooked my thumbs in the waist band then, looking her in the eyes, I pulled them down her legs. I looked back at her pussy and noted it was shaved, leaving a trimmed vertical stripe of hair immediately above her clit hood.

"Yes, sweetheart, I shave, and tomorrow I'll probably have the task of shaving you, if we're lucky."

"Master Jack says we need to shave because it is not good to hide our most attractive feature from God behind a mat of hair. So, we're allowed to keep a small amount but most must be removed. You hop into bed now and I'll shower then join you."

"You know, this community is founded on love," she said, "That's the heart part of its name; the soul part being about God. Those are the two pillars of the community."

"It's love in all its various forms. It's the love God has for each of us, sure, and it's the love we have for each other, as well as the love we have for those significant others we choose to invite into our lives. But it's not only platonic love, it's sexual as well. After all, to exclude that would be to deny that God created us as sexual beings. Why would you want to do that?"