Chapter 9: The Holy Liberation Army

Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this!

Sunday, June 12th, 2072 – Queenie Glassner – Ashland, OR

I woke up on the outside of the bed. Sleeping in the tent with three others was an interesting, and fun, experience. Rex, Reina, Sarah, and I were constantly squirming about. You never knew where you were going to end up at. My big boobs were pressed up against Reina's naked, brown back. I nuzzled at her hair for a second before I felt something poking my butt.

I reached back and found the curious object Reina had found in an abandoned house in Ashland yesterday. Chasity called it a strap-on dildo. "They were all the rage," Chasity giggled. "Every woman owned at least that sex toy so she could make love to her wives or girlfriends."

Reina had taken to using it with gusto. She had strapped it on last night and fucked both Sarah and myself. Rex joined in. Having the hard dildo fucking my ass while Rex fucked my pussy was a wonderful experience.

My pussy grew wet. We weren't supposed to fool around in the morning, but I couldn't resist. I grabbed the pink dildo and the black, leather harness. I pulled it up my thighs, the dildo bobbing as I strapped it into place. I giggled, adjusting it so it pressed on my clit.

"I have a cock," I purred, stroking the dildo like Rex jerked off his dick. I giggled at the wicked thought, my big tits jiggling.

Reina's sexy ass faced me. She had a gorgeous butt. I shoved my hands between my thighs, fingering my dripping pussy. I rubbed my juices onto the hard shaft until it gleamed. It was slicked with my cream. I grinned in excitement.

I rolled over on my side, cuddling back up to Reina.

"Good morning," she muttered sleepily.

I kissed her neck. "Yes, it is," I purred as I pushed the tip of the dildo up her ass and the base pressed on my clit. "Such a wonderful morning."

She was tight. I groaned, thrusting harder. The pressure on my clit was incredible. I shuddered as I pushed the dildo deeper and deeper. Reina shot awake with a loud gasp of pleasure. She squirmed in my arms as I bottomed out inside her.

"You saucy minx," laughed Reina. "Fucking my ass while I'm sleeping.

"I knew you'd love it, wife of mine," I giggled, hugging her tight.

Rex was awake, a boyish grin on his handsome face, his blue eyes shining as I humped away at our wife's ass. Rex pushed aside the blanket, revealing his and Sarah's naked bodies. Sarah was pressed up on his other side, her ivory body wrapped around Rex's muscular, brown form.

My husband was a sexy man.

I pumped faster, loving the pressure on my clit. Reina let out another moan, her hips humping back into my thrusts. Sarah brushed back her brown hair and grinned. She was a horny girl. That Glassner blood seemed to make all their children horny as goats. Chase wondered if her father's wish for sexual stamina hadn't been passed on to his kids.

Being married to three Glassners could be so exhausting. But I wouldn't give it up for the world.

"Fuck my ass," panted Reina. "Work that dildo in and out of me."

Rex grinned. "She loves it up the ass. She's an ass slut."

"Aren't we all, husband of mine?" I moaned, sparks of pleasure shuddering through me. My own ass clenched every time I drove the strap-on into Reina's ass.

Sarah purred in agreement.

"So you want to be fucked up the ass?" Rex grinned.

Sarah squealed as Rex seized her in his arms and rolled her over his body so they lay facing Reina. Both women held hands and kissed. Sarah shuddered as Rex drove his cock into her pussy for a few strokes.

"Need to be lubed to fuck my sweet sister-wife's ass," grinned Rex.

"So considerate," Sarah moaned.

"We had to train him," Reina panted. "He'd just want to stick it in without any."

"Your pussies never need lube," Rex shrugged.

"Because we're horny sluts!" I gasped, fucking Reina's ass harder. My orgasm swelled. I loved this toy. I hoped we could find another.

"Oh, yes!" gasped Reina. "Fuck me! Pound my ass! Make me cum before Sarah!"

"No fair!" Sarah moaned. She shuddered as Rex slammed into her ass. "You had a head start."

"You have a real cock," Reina countered. "I say that's fair."

Rex reached around Sarah, one hand squeezing her round breasts and dusky nipples, white milk beading her her nub, while his other hand diddled her clit. Sarah bucked in his arms, gasping for joy as Rex pounded her ass. Her face twisted with passion, her blue eyes flashing.

"Yes, yes! You're such a stud, Rex! Oh, fuck! Oh, yes!"

"Fuck me harder, Queenie!" Reina gasped. "And use your hands! Don't let them beat us."

"Right!" I groaned, reaching around my wife's body. I pinched her nipple and rubbed her clit. My own breasts were smashed against her back, my nipples sliding up and down. The tingles rippled through my body, merging with the excitement brewing in my pussy.

"Take it!" I moaned. "Take my cock, wife of mine!"

"Yes, yes, yes! We're gonna win!"

"No, you're not!" gasped Sarah, her body writhing. "I'm so horny! Oh, yes! Watch me cum, Reina! See how beautiful I am!"

My hips slammed in and out of Reina's ass. My fingers massaged my wife's body. Reina trembled in my arms, her ass pushing back harder into my strokes. I was so close to cumming. I fought against it, but every thrust made my body come closer and closer to that wonderful, shuddering embrace.

"I'm cumming!" Sarah gasped.

"No you're not!" Reina moaned. "You're faking it!"

Sarah screamed and gasped, writhing and bucking in Rex's arms. Rex groaned, fucking her harder. "She's cumming!" he groaned. "Damn, that ass is amazing. Oh, baby! I'm going to cream your ass!"

"Dammit!" Reina gasped as she shuddered in my arms. "Too late! Oh, fuck! Oh, yes!" Her juices flooded my fingers rubbing her clit as she came.

I slammed the dildo deep into her and let myself cum. I savored the bliss hammering through my body. I held onto my wife. I gasped and panted. The pleasure washed through me. I screamed out my delight for all to hear.

"Knock it off!" Chase shouted from outside. "We need to get going."

"Almost there!" grunted Rex, still pumping away at Sarah's ass.

"I'd say Rex lost our competition," Reina declared as he grunted. Sarah smiled as her ass was flooded with cum.

"You lost," Sarah accused. "I won. That was the game."

"Nope. Rex lost. Right, Queenie?"

I nodded my head. "Yep. You lost, husband of mine."

"No, I didn't," Rex smiled as he cuddled with Sarah. "I came in her ass. I never lose if I cum."

Reina giggled. "You're such a horny goat."

"Yep."

Chase shook our tent. "Get your butts out of there. We need to get going!"

"Yes, mother," Reina sassed.

"I'll spank your pretty bottom if you call me mother again," Chase said. "I look as young as you."

"Promise?" Reina giggled.

Chase groaned. "Why did my father have to knock up every slut, whore, and cunt he came across?"

Sarah Glassner

We left behind the ruins of Ashland, Oregon. It had been destroyed years ago. Half the town was burnt rubble. The houses that did survive were on the outskirts. The road was cratered by explosions and moldy skeletons dotted the brush. A large cross had been erected in the center of the town that had read: "This town was cleansed by the Holy Liberation Army of Oregon, July 19th, 2059."

Everyone who lived here worshiped my father and paid for it. I found a copy of the Glassnerian Bible in one of the houses, wrapped in oil cloth. It had a black, leather cover and embossed with the simple phrase: "Love your fellow man."

The Church claimed my father and his wife were evil. Even Chase must have believed that, because she killed them. But were they evil? They made a world of peace. Maybe everyone had been slaves, but there weren't atrocities like what happened in Ashland.

When we took a short break, I pulled out the bible and opened it to the first passage and read from the Gospel of April: The Living Gods were born into the Flesh, sent to guide mankind. For years they grew apart, both yearning for the other. When their eyes met for the first time since their incarnation, both Living Gods knew each other and rejoiced to have been reunited. Finally, their great task—the reconditioning of mankind from hate to love—could begin.

Chase sat beside me, glancing at the bible. "That's a dangerous book to possess."

"I know," I answered, closing it. "But it's about father. I..."

"It's not the truth," Chase said. "It's a version of the truth, like this book." She pulled out a book from her pack. It was titled The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy.

"So it's lies?" I asked, looking down at the words.

"Not really. Most of it was written by followers of my parents. They believed they were Gods and wrote down events as they perceived them. But this." She touched the passage. "April wrote this. Do you know who she was?"

I shook my head.

"She was one of the sluts." Chase smiled. "She had curly, brown hair and glasses. She was quiet and always thinking. She married one of Dr. Willow's nurses. When Hayfa died during the Demon Wars, April grew even quieter."

There was such sadness in Chase's words even as she kept smiling.

"And April's dead now?" I asked.

Chase nodded her head. "She died when I killed our father." A tear ran down Chase's cheek. She shook her head. "Anyway, April wrote about my parents life right after they sold their souls to Lucifer and began their rise to power. Her version is the sanitized message. She hid all of my parent's crimes. She blamed Lilith on Karen when in fact my parents summoned the demoness and inadvertently unleashed her on the world. And the Demon Wars were all my father's fault. My mother was dying. To save her life, he had to free the Demons. My father didn't even flinch."

I swallowed. "I've heard of Lilith. She killed billions."

"And another few billion died during the Demon wars," Chase nodded. "Mankind went from seven to three billion people. Half of them died because of my parent's actions. My parents deserved to die for a lot of reasons. But they also did a lot of good."

"You aren't sure you made the right decision?"

"I regret it every day."

I swallowed. "The Church says you're a hero. They canonized you as a saint."

"They lie, too," Chase whispered.

"Someone should tell the real version," I said, closing the bible.

"No one knows it."

"You do," I smiled. "You should write it."

Chase's eyebrows furrowed. "I don't know. We have our journey."

"It'll end eventually. You can write it then. I want to read it."

"We should get going. I want to try and reach Medford by nightfall. I hope it still stands." Chase glanced at the book. "You should really leave that behind."

"I'll keep it hidden," I smiled.

"We're in Christian lands. And not like the ones in California. You saw Ashland."

I wrapped the oilcloth up. "I'm with Saint Chasity and a nun. We'll be fine."

We kept walking. In an hour, we reached a green sign with faded, white letters that read, "Medford 3 miles."

Chase and Sister Stella walked ahead, leading Alison the pack mule. They often walked in front, talking and giggling, sharing their love. I understood. I liked the intimacy of walking with my spouses. Reina and Queenie were always talking, pointing out cute items while Rex pretended to be a tough guy. Having a family was such a wonderful thing.

"Look up at the ridge," Queenie said. "That's queer. I thought I saw something move."

A ridge of trees rose to our right. I glanced up there. I didn't see anything but pine trees and thick brush. The sun was hot, but there was a cool breeze blowing down the ruined cement highway of I-5. A puff of smoke burst in the brush, followed by a hissing sound.

Sister Stella cried out, "Incoming!" A silvery dome appeared around her, Chase, and the pack mule.

The explosion that engulfed the silvery dome knocked me off my feet. And then the world erupted in ear splitting gunfire.

The Preacher

"You missed!" I hissed, staring at the impostor Chasity still standing when the black smoke drifted away.

The soldiers of the Holy Liberation Army fired their guns down at the highway. Small puffs of smoke and sparks burst, marking where the bullets slammed into the road and concrete barriers. The fake Chasity stared up at me, anger in her eyes.

"St. Chasity, watch over your servants as they do battle with the Adversary!" I prayed. "Defend these holy warriors as they take on the Beast in its pleasant guise! Give us the strength to defeat your enemy and—"

Shadows moved. A soldier screamed nearby. Blood spurted and half a torso landed at my feet.

My mouth moved. I clutched my wooden cross. The Shadows reached out with undulating tentacles and tore the head off another soldier.

"Demon!" I gibbered.

Chasity "Chase" Glassner

The world flashed to gold as I teleported to the top of the ridge. I knocked an arrow to my bow as I appeared. Anger and fear burned inside me. Sister Stella still hid behind her shield as my siblings and Queenie scrambled for the safety of the concrete barrier on the far side of the road.

I appeared next to a soldier wearing a patched, blue coat, a wooden cross dangling around his neck. "The Lord is my shepherd," he prayed as he aimed and shot at my family.

I fired my arrow. It caught him in the throat. He fell to the ground in a gurgle of blood, twitching hard.

"St. Chasity protect us!" a second soldier screamed, turning to fire at me. My arrow caught him in the chest.

My anger only grew. They were killing my family while praying to me. I drew a third arrow.

The bullet took me in the guts. A scared-faced, young man trembled as he clutched his gun, smoke curling from the barrel. I released my arrow as I staggered back, the shaft catching the frightened, young man in the shoulder. He stumbled back, crying out to his mother in pain.

I slumped to the ground. The pain in my belly was overwhelming. I clutched my gut as the blood pumped out. Golden light flared as my body slowly healed myself.

"The beast is over here!" the wounded soldier cried out. He worked the lever action on his rifle with one hand, chambering a round. He aimed at me and fired. The bullet grazed my forehead. "Help! The beast!"

Soldiers screamed behind him.

The wounded youth's next shot caught me in the throat. I coughed, my lungs burning as I choked on my own blood. A small part of me hoped this was it, that this time I would finally die. The world spun about me.

A shadow appeared. My demon had arrived. His tentacles seized the wounded youth and ripped him to pieces. I slumped over and darkness fell on me.

Rex Glassner

There is a ravine on the other side of the highway. Get down there and run! my subconscious screamed in my mind.

I listened.

"Follow me," I said as the gunfire peppered around us. I lifted Sarah to her feet and shoved her towards the far concrete barrier. "Get over and down the ravine."