Heaven and Hell
        ESC    c.1993

LeRoy Jones squinted as the nine of them stared up at the intense 
light.  It was getting much brighter - almost too bright to view 
directly - and bluer with red and yellow flashes of lightening 
following its pulsing surface.  It hummed softly and seemed to float in 
the air responding to the smallest of air currents.  

He wondered what had happened.  They were in a prayer circle asking the 
lord for guidance in burning another house owned by a witch when the 
sphere seemed to materialize out of nothing.  LeRoy moved his gaze from 
the burning globe to his followers.  These were his favorites - eight 
beautiful young women who completely followed his word - his female 
storm troopers.  All of them were completely fixated upon the burning 
globe.

LeRoy Jones had spent the past twenty of his forty-five years as a 
bible thumper and it had been a good life for him.  He quit school in 
the tenth grade and started out as a huckster in a carnival.  It was 
fun tricking people into parting with their money and LeRoy had a 
natural talent which wasn't hurt by his rugged good looks and 
prematurely gray hair.  It wasn't until a few years later that he 
discovered he could make even more money in the religion business.  Not 
only could you make money, but people respected you and there were 
things you could do that would send you to jail if you weren't a 
minister.

Starting with a rented meeting hall in a local bank and a degree freed 
up from a Louisiana bible college for $300, Jones soon acquired a 
following by attacking everything these people were afraid of - gays, 
women's rights, Jews, Catholics, Communists, sex education, liberals 
.... almost anything seemed to work.  People immediately started paying 
a tithe to him for the support of the church.  It astounded him that 
these people actually wanted to part with their money and they seemed 
to feel holier when they were hurting financially.  They also didn't 
seem to mind the fact that he traded in his Rolls Royce every year and 
that he was always building a few house or two.  He managed to fix in 
their minds the thought that the Lord would reward the holy on Earth 
which managed to reinforce his position as the most righteous man in 
the church.  They loved the message and soon they had a large meeting 
house.

Life was good.  Not only was there money, but it had become fun bashing 
these other groups.  He had spent a week in jail as a teenager for 
painting schwastickas on the house of the only Jew in town.  That was 
good clean fun and it didn't seem fair that he was punished.  After 
all, weren't they taking away everyone else's jobs?   Over the years 
LeRoy  had come to believe to believe the religious words that spewed 
from his mouth  and it wasn't completely surprising when a voice came 
from the burning globe announcing that this was the Rapture and this 
group had been chosen.

Krysti had not been paying much attention to the fundamentalists as she 
considered them pathetic crackpots who were laughable and mostly 
harmless.  Most of her life was focused on her becoming a Druid 
Priestess; a  duty passed down through the generations from Aunt to 
Niece and Mother to Daughter.  Out of necessity they had gone 
underground about the time the Catholics overran Ireland.  Being viewed 
as against the one true god is hard when those doing the viewing feel 
they are morally obliged to end your life.  Living near the University 
was good.  People seemed to accept those who were different and she was 
able to make a bit of money on the side with a small bookstore to 
support her own studies.

Two years ago Reverend LeRoy Jones and his Church of the Temple of 
Christ arrived into town and Krysti started to realize that these 
people much more dangerous than funny.  They started out picketing 
bookstores and harassing anyone associated with an abortion clinic.  
Last year a clinic was fire-bombed and a Jewish cemetery was 
desecrated.  Jones condoned such acts from the pulpit and many people 
suspected that he and his followers were responsible.  

What frightened Krysti was that Jones found it easy to attract new 
converts. Typically white conservatives from the lower economic and 
educational rungs were finding it more difficult to compete in society 
and Jones' message of hate was exactly what they wanted to hear.  A god 
who believed in them and despised everything "wrong" with society was 
the god they wanted to worship.  Better yet was the promise of upward 
mobility for the faithful.  Jones and his assistants lived a rich 
opulent lifestyle that their followers hungered after.  There were a 
dozen Rolls Royces and Mercedes among the old battered Fords and Chevys 
in the church parking that restated that point every Sunday.

Jones was now attacking witchcraft.  The local paper ran a story on the 
Christophers,  a family that practiced the old religion of Wicca.  The 
following Sunday Jones asked his people to pray for these "godless 
heathen" and for their souls and suggested that a divine cleansing 
might be required if  these people don't accept Christ.  Soon pickets 
formed in front of the Christopher's house and their phone was swamped 
with calls threatening them and their children if they didn't accept 
Christ and repent.  A few days later a "for sale" sign when up in front 
of the Christophers' house, but the chanting crowd kept potential 
buyers away from the "witches' lair."

The Church of the Temple of Christ had been energized by the discovery 
of "devil worshippers" in the community (at least that's what Jones 
called the Christophers).  Attendance was up to over nine hundred every 
Sunday and a quarter of the families were acting on  Jones' admonition 
to double their tithes to 20%  to fight the devil directly.  He 
promised them they would see the money come back twentyfold, which 
seemed like a better deal than the lottery to those on minimum wage or 
welfare.

The fire came before the Christophers could move.  Fortunately no one 
was in the house at the time, but the fire was complete and only the 
chimney and the pipes to the upstairs bathroom were standing.  When 
they came back to salvage what they could, Jones led fifty of his 
people in heckling them.  Krysti watched this heckling on TV and 
something snapped in her and tears ran down her cheeks.  She could no 
longer allow this to happen - standing by was immoral.

Krysti had amassed considerable powers over the years, but had vowed to 
use them for good.  In her rage the first inclination was to kill 
Jones, but that was wrong as well as too easy.  It would probably just 
make a martyr of him.  She had to do something clever.  Slowly her rage 
was replaced by a carefully reasoned  analysis of the situation.

Many schemes came to her - having Jones grow hair all over his body, 
having him go completely bald, impotence, apparitions denouncing him in 
front of his followers.  All of them had their features, but none of 
them were satisfying or guaranteed to be successful.  It wasn't until 
her apprentice Geri stopped by with Frank that the idea came in a 
flash.

It was so elegant and almost obvious.  Krysti was so excited that she 
barely paid attention to her two friends who had come to ask her to 
marry them.  She agreed and uncharacteristically excused herself to 
prepare for her work to put Jones out of business.  Everything would 
have to be perfect - she even ordered the leather and chain halter and 
skirt she had wanted for years to add to the theatrics.  

LeRoy looked back up at the glowing ball and started to feel weak.  He 
fell to his knees and then into a deep sleep.  Krysti moved from her 
hiding spot in the back of Jones' private chapel.  There were eight of 
them - nine including Jones - asleep on the floor.  It was now time to 
move into stage two of the plan.  To get in the mood she slipped on her 
headphones and dropped a celtic harp recording into her CD player.

She moved in a dance over each person touching them lightly on the 
forehead and singing her chant.  When the repetition verse came she 
sang it twice for each person except Jones, who received twelve verses.  
This was all very tiring and she dropped back to sit down and drink 
some tea that had been brewing before moving onto the next step.

She continued by performing another sleep spell.  She wanted to be in 
great form when they came about and a good night's sleep would help 
her.  Experience told her that they should be out for twelve to sixteen 
hours.  She scattered some herbs and oils over them and started singing 
again.  Although she had performed this spell many times, she had only 
one performed it on a human.  The tune was unimportant, but somehow the 
"Lord of the Dance" seemed appropriate. She sang a bit more and closed 
her eyes as she issued the command in the form of a single clap.

It happened with a flash of purplish light and a crackling sound.  
Krysti could smell the faint odor of ozone as she opened her eyes to 
view her handiwork.  The room was filled with mist and the only thing 
that remained on the floor were nine piles of clothing.  She carefully 
sorted through each of the piles and carefully laid the little people 
on her waiting piece of silk.  Eight little women about five and a half 
to six inches tall and a tiny little naked preacher who was only an 
inch tall. She carefully rolled the silk around them and gently laid it 
in her handbag.  It was time to go home and sleep so these folks could 
meet their new goddess.

Krysti felt very powerful as she strapped on her leather and chain 
skirt.  She was quite beautiful and this showed off her strong thighs 
and tight waist more than anything else she had ever worn.  As she put 
the halter on she noticed her nipples were rock hard with anticipation.  
She did not consider this a sexual act, but was clearly getting off on 
the power she was feeling.  She wondered about the high heels - she had 
some very tall four inchers, but they were clumsy.  LeRoy probably 
wouldn't notice as his new goddess would be well over four hundred feet 
tall to him, another twenty five feet wouldn't register.  On the other 
hand they are sexy and she was feeling very sexy.  She dusted them off 
and felt her nipples put against her halter and her crotch moisten as 
she slipped them on her feet.  She combed her long brown hair and 
looked at the clock.  The earliest they would wake up would be about an 
hour from now.  There were still many things to do.

LeRoy felt stiff as he came about.  This place was very different.  The 
burning globe was still there but had moved up into what seemed to be a 
huge dark room. The place smelled of incense and he heard a woman 
singing something in some language he didn't know accompanied only by a 
harp.  He certainly wasn't in the church anyone, maybe the harp meant 
he was in heaven. He felt an icy shudder go down his spine as he 
realized he might not be worthy of heaven - until now he really didn't 
believe in it.  He sat up and noticed he was completely naked. Maybe 
this really was the Rapture.  Why did he get picked?  Where is everyone 
else?  Did the blue sphere kill him?

As he pondered these questions he felt something on his shoulder and 
spun around filled with adrenaline.  He gasped in complete disbelieve 
when he saw her. Cindy Holmes was one of his most beautiful 
parishioners.  He started noticing her three years ago and lavished 
attention on her (as well as the other beautiful young women in the 
church) hoping that something might develop in the future - after all, 
didn't the Mormons re-invent polygamy when their church was young? 
Cindy looked as shocked as he did as she knelt down to get a closer 
look at him.  Like him she was completely unclothed, but she towered 
over him.  He stood up and gazed into her green eyes, which looked 
greenish-blue with the light from above.  Her long red hair almost 
looked purple as it brushed against him.  She was now on her elbows and 
he didn't come much above her breasts.  He noticed her nipples were 
erect and looked down and verified that he was also excited.

Another hand touched him on the shoulder and he turned around to see 
Heather towering above him with Anne on her knees touching him.  She 
was sizing him up with her thumb, which must have been eighteen inches 
long.  Other heads popped up and he was soon standing among eight 
giantesses each well over thirty feet tall.  Diane was the tallest of 
the lot - she was the tallest in mortal life at just a few inches 
shorter than his six feet.  He always felt intimidated by her and even 
gave a sermon in church about the evil of high heels.  

Diane was the first to talk.  "Where are we?  Where are our clothes?  
Why are you so small?"  A female voice boomed from above.  "Behold your 
goddess Jehovah" The room filled with white light and they all craned 
their necks to view a beautiful young giantess in black leather and 
heels  towering over them.  "You probably didn't realize that god is 
really a goddess she laughed - or that women are much larger than men. 
You are the first of many and you must please each other to please me."

LeRoy just stood there with his mouth open as he viewed God who was 
really a forty story brown haired beauty.  He could now smell the scent 
of women over the other smells in the room - it was both frightening 
and intoxicating.

Krysti dropped to her knees to get a better look at her new followers 
and asked all of them their names.  "LeRoy Jones- you are the first 
male to come through the rapture.  It will be your duty to satisfy all 
of these women and their worship to me will be loving each other and 
you."  There were gasps and a few giggles.  "When I said love your 
neighbor I really meant it literally in the biblical sense.  You have 
worked against sex for the sake of sex on Earth and now your reward 
will be to worship me with it.  Holly, pick up LeRoy and hold him to 
your breast ... Heather, suck on LeRoy's member and stroke Holly ---  
it is your duty to climax and bring each other pleasure. You can 
worship me by discovering new ways to love each other - as long as you 
do not bring too much pain to each other nothing is taboo or wrong.  
When you become skilled you will be allowed to please me as that is the 
purpose of the afterlife."

With that Krysti changed the lighting and departed in a bright column 
of red light with some thunder added for effect.  She heard giggling 
and LeRoy's complaints.  After a fashion one of them came and then 
another.  This was going to be a much better use of their time than 
abusing other people.  

About half of her basement was devoted to Krysti's homemade Paradise 
and she was considering a future expansion.  She could add a few dozen 
more women and perhaps a few hundred men at the sizes she had been 
using and many more if she made them smaller (although it was more fun 
to have them at their current sizes as they are more fun to watch and 
play with).  It was time to go hunting.  And then there was the 
possibility of starting a Hell.  Perhaps creating a place that is 
usually thought of as Heaven and calling it Hell would be a nice touch.

As she finished changing into her street clothes the doorbell rang and 
two clean-cut lads asked "Have you ever heard about the Mormons?"  
"Sure, come in boys and tell me about what you know about the 
afterlife..."  They shuffled in somewhat resentful of a young woman 
calling them boys.  Her nipples hardened against her t-shirt.  This was 
going to be too easy.