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I held out inside Shelby for several minutes, until Sandra started fingering my asshole again, while Ninve stroked my balls and Heidi made out with Ingrid ... and, of course, Marcy kept rimming her own daughter ... our daughter, I reminded myself, now that we knew the truth. I was already on the edge due to Shelby’s wonderful eagerness, her vigorous hip movements on every stroke, craving yet more of me.
Pregnancy had made her one horny slut, and I loved that for sure. It was just part of the reverse gang-bang that the ladies set up for me, one where every lady of my harem, cisgender and trans, fourteen years old and well past forty, all took delight in riding me in turns. It was clear to me that this was a way of proving to me ... and to everyone else still in doubt that I could do this. I could satiate that many women by myself, not even counting the extra help from the other fellows. I alone would have the ability and stamina, with my now superhuman, celestial body, to gratify that many girls. It made sense, as I didn’t even need sleep anymore, but old human assumptions were harder to shake than one might guess.
As the last lady rolled off my cock, a woman that I banged on a dare at a party, thus confirming that I hadn’t been as restrained as some folks once thought, I looked at the entire throng of women and girls and realized ... holy smokes! These women were addicted to me, and I didn’t always remember several of their names. There would be many more like them in the future. This was my sexual destiny, and not just with women. I would essentially control, dare I say even own to a large extent, even possess, that many lovers of both sexes and every age starting with fourteen. This was a huge responsibility ... and I owed it to them not to let them down. It was a good thing that I had a satyr’s sexual appetite. I was gonna need it!
“Penny for your thoughts, Prophet?” my last partner asked me.
“What’s your name again, dollface? As you recall, I was forced to cut short the full reckoning at that abandoned mall. I ended up just taking you all to wife. Not that I regret it, mind you, the marriage part. I have more wives than Brigham Young! That’s a hell of an achievement!” I poked fun at myself now.
“It’s cool. I understand. You have your favorites, ones that you fucked and made love to, repeatedly. Ones with whom you’re madly in love, like your Assyrian lionesses, or Cherry, or Nydia, or your natural-born daughters ... or your sister, or Elaine. Or your nieces, for that matter. Or Stephanie. Or Katrina. Or Jana. I get it. I’ll have to earn your affections as one of your lesser wives, one that was lucky enough to get a turn with you that night, a quickie that will change my life for good.
“My name is Louise ... Lasalle. I was a Jehovah’s Witness when you fucked me, I should tell you that. My parents were Witnesses. My granny was a Witness. My grandfather left her because of it. My best friend conned me into going to that party, and there you were. The sexiest, dreamiest, most mysterious guy there. Brooding, watching, eyes sharp and ready like an eagle’s beak and talons.
“The next thing that I know, I’m doing Truth or Dare at this party, and my best friend dares us to fuck ... both of us. It was a bit unorthodox to dare two folks at once, but she was the hostess, so she got her way. Plus I think that the whole group wanted us to do it, too. It was a set-up, but I think that we wanted it, too. Plus, I’d been drinking a bit, too.
“That night ... you were amazing! Absolutely wonderful to a young, virginal woman of just eighteen! Sure, we did it bareback, but I never worried about it for a second! You sank your cock into me and it felt like I was butter or something ... I melted around you, felt you claim and possess me. I didn’t know if it was just you or if this was how sex should just naturally be. All that I knew, or cared about, just then, was how right it felt. I belonged to you utterly, surrendered myself, body and soul, to you. I was yours.
“Had you proposed any kind of arrangement, from traditional marriage to sex slavery to Mormon polygamy to being your mistress to prostitution, I would have agreed to it, just to be in your arms again ... and forever. The next thing that I knew ... I was alone, the other party guests were long gone, I was naked in bed, and I had your teeth marks all over my flesh. Including both of my buttocks, I might add!
“I had about six or seven different loads of cum inside my pussy, a few leaking from my ass, and my mouth was full of your jizz, too. You also took my panties for some reason and left me ... in exchange, of all things, a rather large and expensive bottle of Chivas! Great Scotch, I must confess. I drank it like a fish for days afterward, before, during, and after fucking anything that moved, men and women alike!
“I was initially afraid that I might be pregnant, but by then, I didn’t know if the father would be you or any of the other men that I tumbled. I went through lovers like a scythe through the harvest, trust me! I did gang-bangs, trains, threesomes, all of it! I finally got disfellowshipped when I ended up banging three of the elders in the Kingdom Hall ... and they got kicked out for screwing around, too. That was when I knew that what I had was contagious, of course!
“After I got tossed out on my ass, I knew at least how to survive, and I did it ... with enthusiasm. I wasn’t like those hookers who simply view it as a job. There are plenty of those to be sure. Oh, no, honey! I turned tricks and loved every fucking second of it! I also did it bareback. The others didn’t. It was a double-edged sword. Some men didn’t trust me for that reason, even as they wanted me. Others were glad to go for the chance of raw-dogging me! I bet that their wives went all nympho on them, too!” the lady in question informed me with considerable pride.
“I imagine that they did, yes. Lucky bastards got your condition instead of STDs or HIV! They were extremely lucky in that case. Did any of them ... end up affecting your colleagues, in spite of the condoms?” I asked Louise while she kissed my face repeatedly and lovingly.
“Probably not, once their wives turned all horny as fuck! Can you imagine being a man used to a normal, vanilla wife, but the woman that just infected you passed on her gift to the missus, and then you wake up to having said good lady wife ride you like a bronco for hours? Imagine the same wife bringing her girlfriends home to do threesomes with you, setting up gang-bangs, wife-swapping, swinging, key parties, orgies, anything and everything that would keep up the intensity of the steamy new married sex life? Yeah, those dudes probably never saw the inside of a bordello again, at least not alone, for the rest of their lives!” Louise snickered at those images now in both of our heads.
“Oh, I recall this ... Christmas party, late 2011. Next to last one before Doomsday! What convinced a good Jehovah’s Witness girl to go to a ‘heathen’ celebration like that? Just curious. Not that I mind! You say that she conned you, your friend ... how? Wait, was this ... Delilah? I remember her! She was a Queen of Spades, as I recall, but we otherwise got along. Just no sex between us, because I wasn’t black. I respected that, as it was her choice. I wonder if she’s still living in Arizona! Did she ever let you crash at her place?” I inquired now.
“Yes, and that’s where things got really weird. We were mostly cool roomies, especially since my job helped pay the rent! Then one night ... Delilah invited me to sample some BBC with her. You know what I mean, I think,” Louise resumed, blushing as she spoke.
“Big Black Cock. I’m familiar with it, especially from knowing Delilah, in fact. What happened?” I replied with true curiosity.
“Well, she liked to go ... stealthing. Usually, it’s men who supposedly stealth. You know, remove the rubber, but she had a technique that waited until the condom was just slippery enough to slide off while the dude was distracted. Then she would use Kegels and ... the rest was history. Plenty of hot jizz deep inside her cum-hungry snatch!” Louise related a truly awful side of Delilah.
“Well, I didn’t know that about her. It’s very wrong, you know, to do that to them that way,” I expressed my disappointment in Delilah and relief that she didn’t want me that way in those days.
“Yeah, it’s gross and just flat-out despicable! Anyway, it turns out that one of her regular lovers was pissed at her for stealthing him and he demanded a chance to do that to one of her friends. She chose me, of course. Because I’m a hooker, and therefore won’t give a shit, right? After all, I bareback it with my clients, right?
“Bitch, please! Totally didn’t understand that being a hooker doesn’t automatically mean you give it away wholesale. She knew this, but then insisted in front of me that he use a condom. That was all to set me up while she stealthed me.
“Well, I taught her! I infected him after he stealthed me, and then encouraged him to fuck her right afterward. When she awoke, she was hornier than a succubus and I had my way with her! I fucked her with my fingers, my tongue, and some damn good tribbing until she was exhausted! I made Delilah my bitch! Then I made her my whore, became her madam as well as her lover, made her turn tricks just like me! Bareback!” Louise giggled at that memory.
“Did you do anything else with her?” I probed further.
“Yeah, I made her share every last one of her Bulls or whatever you want to call them with me. Bareback! There’s a lot of really thirsty brothers out there thanks to her and me! It all ended on Fireball Day, when she went to Chicago for some dumbass reason, and the next I heard, she was killed in the Fireball. Bye-bye Delilah!” Louise fought back her tears, as this was one of her good friends.
“Can we bring Delilah forth, Marcy?” I asked my angelic wife, who smiled, nodded, and then promptly vanished.
Not ten minutes later, Marcy returned with a ghostly girl and told me to touch her ... as did Marcy herself, just as we had touched Tina before. The new body that began to form around her spirit had a certain odd birthmark just like Tina’s and Krista’s and Greg’s ... something that confused me. Marcy winked at me as if in conspiracy somehow. It was a reddish asterisk just above their tailbones, of all places! This was very confusing to me, until Tina of all people walked over to us and laughed.
“I see that you have it, too, then! I’m not crazy and alone! That ... mark ... well, let’s just say that it’s fitting that your name is Mark, honey! It fits you to a tee. It started with me ... but I doubt that it will stop there. I ... um ... have noticed that ever since my resurrection ... I’ve been even more ... slavish in my absolute devotion to you! It’s ... the Mark of Mark, if you will. When a ghost is resurrected in this kind of body from your touch ... they ... apparently become your absolute, unmitigated slut. Your ... unconditional plaything ... Master!” Tina informed me, with Marcy nodding in full accord.
“Yes, I’m afraid that is ... true. Any person resurrected in this fashion is sealed to you in a very specific way. They can never be unsealed, either. That mark is the seal of their total surrender to you. They are eternally yours. Owned by you. Enthralled by you. This is relatively new intelligence or information from the Boss, and it’s evidently another way of ensuring your power, my love. It doesn’t ... to the best of my knowledge, work for anyone else.
“Also, both Tina, Krista, Greg, and Delilah are now tied forever to your life force. If you perish, they do, too ... instantly. They cannot outlive you at all. They are utterly incapable of any kind of independence from you. The link in your life forces is very hierarchical, though. They cannot be killed unless you are, so one cannot kill them in order to kill you. It doesn’t work that way.
“I’ve also noticed that they have a hard time on those rare occasions that you had them wearing clothes. They couldn’t ... stand it. It’s so that they ... and now Delilah ... have to remain naked forever. I mean total nudity. They can’t bear to wear a stitch of clothing. They’re literally allergic to anything textile in nature. It’s the act of covering their flesh that triggers such a negative reaction. They must stay naked for good.
“This is also Heaven’s way of ensuring your total dominance over these ... creatures. They’re not strictly human in the mortal sense anymore, after all. Sentient, yes, humanoid, you might say. But then you’re not human, either, not in the mortal sense. You’re basically a Demigod, you know. In case you missed that detail, my love. Ladies like Tina, Krista, Greg, and Delilah ... creatures that you’ve personally reshaped, they’re now essentially your personal captives ... forever,” Marcy explained to me.
“What about Hershel?” I asked in front of Hershel, even as we all sat down to eat a post-coital meal again.
“Hershel’s ... a special case. He’s technically still mortal, not to mention human, but he’s also been altered sufficiently to be kind of transhuman in a way. He can still die, of course, and that would be the end unless you revived him. Which you could, but then he’d be your devoted plaything as well. See the pattern, my love?” Marcy teased me a little as she clarified things, not really insulting me at all.
“Let’s wait for him until he actually dies. Then he’ll get his genitals back, but he’ll lose what’s left of his freedom in the bargain. In the meantime, he’s largely indentured ... and I don’t have any plans to release him anytime soon, if ever. Tell me, does he ... have the condition, too, now that he can’t pass it on?” I queried.
“Yes, but only in the same sense that the others do. He doesn’t have Schumacher Syndrome in his own right,” Marcy winked at me.
“Schumacher Syndrome?” I questioned.
“Yeah, that’s what I like to call it. Even though it’s a strange condition that isn’t truly a disease and only has positive symptoms. Some, more prudish, folks might not see them as positive, but that’s their problem,” Marcy snickered as we ate together.
“So ... his cum, not existing anymore, can’t start the spread that way or satisfy the thirst in that same way, but he can still spread the condition to anyone who fucks him, basically,” I stipulated.
“Precisely!” Marcy answered.
“Does he ... still resent this ... to that extreme?” I wondered now.
“Yes, but he’s scared of you, as you know. Terrified of you, in fact. He’s torn between his humiliation, his bitterness, his rage, his hatred, and his abject terror of incurring more of your wrath. He knows now that Heaven is on your side, that you’re beloved of the new Boss, the new God, for whatever reason, and that really scares the ever living daylights out of him. He knows that you have miraculous gifts and powers, that you’re a Demigod, that an angel who just happens to be his old flame is now one of your many loving wives, and that I’m sworn to serve you for eternity.
“Yeah, eternity, in case you missed that. Gladly ... With Pride. It was a personal boon granted to me by our new Heavenly Father, you see, the new Boss. I don’t regret it and I’ll never look back. Heaven will let me serve you.as an angelic companion ... and guardian angel, and remain an angel, with full angelic powers, even wings. It’s the best thing that ever happened to me and I’ve never been happier. Ever,” Marcy elaborated more on what remained of the love triangle of Hershel, me, and herself.
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