Chapter 32

Now back at the abandoned mall gathering, I tapped the microphone for a second before realizing that my own voice could now carry as much as I wished, so I put it aside and spoke without any amplification. Clearing my throat, I looked out at the crowd awaiting me and pointed to the remaining throng of so many past lovers. There were definitely quite a few of them ... dozens, more than a hundred, to be sure.

“Alright, we have some business to get out of the way. You, I recall you ladies. Nine of you were from the sorority that invited me over that night my junior year, right after finals. I recall waking up in bed with you, tied up, and naked, not recalling how I got there. Let’s be clear. You raped me. Don’t even try to deny it. It’s what happened. Now you’ve got an itch that you can’t scratch. Tell me, however, why you did it. Why me? Why then?” I demanded to know.

“It was because we found out that you were Hershel Schumacher’s brother. Hershel had forced himself on Kayla here, who was part of our activity at first, too. We wanted payback, so we took it out on you. It was wrong and Kayla actually stopped, even urged us to stop, especially once you woke up and wanted to be set free. It was to clear to her then that we were guilty of doing to you what your brother did to her. We continued and she walked out for a bit, refusing to help us out more. That was when we finally released you, and remember what she did?” Nicole, one of the sorority girls told me.

“Yes, she slipped back into the bed and cried on my shoulder, even hugged and kissed me, asked for my forgiveness, which I gave, incidentally. I do not take that back, either. Kayla, I haven’t forgotten that you put an end to my captivity. Anyway, what happened to you ladies after that? I recall that you begged me not to tell anyone. While I was angry that you forced yourselves on me, when I would have slept with you willingly, I agreed, partly because I didn’t want to press charges against Kayla. What has it been like since that night and the following day?” I probed a bit deeper.

“Well, I got married, proved to be insatiable, and then the hubby and I both took several lovers over the years. To put it mildly. We were both wanton sluts before it was done, and rather bi at that,” Nicole admitted with some embarrassment.

“Much the same for me. We just ... couldn’t help it. It got wild and crazy for both of us. We were both as bi as people got, and extremely promiscuous into the bargain. We did amateur porn. We did orgies, glory holes, swaps, threesomes of both kinds, everything imaginable that involved consenting adults. We also did some ... teenage babysitters as well. Neighbor girls. That sort of thing. We were wildcats for sure.

“Then I got killed in the Fireball, as did Greg. Damn shame, but I’m dealing with the afterlife as best as I can. Any choice that we can both return from the dead? If so, how?” Krista, Kayla’s younger sister, asked me now.

“Sure, but it would require Heaven’s approval. Not sure what Heaven will make of that,” I noted, which was when Marcy tapped me on the shoulder. “Heaven is fine with it. I can bring back Krista’s husband as well as Krista herself ... if you wish. Since I’m your angelic servant, though, it’s up to you. Yes, it seems that Heaven has decided that I’m to be more than just your guardian angel. I am to be the first angelic companion or mate to ever be permanently bonded to a mortal man. Well, not quite mortal in your case, mind you, but not a god or angel as such yet. It is quite a singular honor.

“In essence, I’ll be at your command in all ways, required to serve you in whatever capacity you wish, and your wishes will be my commands ... and I’ll be bound to you for eternity. Yes, that’s right. Eternity. Think of that. I will get to serve you forever. It is my own personal heaven, one that I had been pushing for quite a while, and now I get my wish at last,” Marcy announced her new position to me with a smile.

“So be it. I am pleased to hear this. I would love to see you constantly, of course. So, make sure that there is no scar tissue or anything like that where Hershel’s gonads used to be. In fact, smite his cock and burn it off. Make him like a Ken doll, if possible. Also, make him very lean and androgynously beautiful, if you will. Also, make his prostate extra receptive to sodomy. Easily aroused by it. So, you’re almost my angelic ... genie?” I commented with a wink.

“In essence, yes. In fact, I could literally be your genie in appearance, if you preferred that. Or would you rather that I still serve you as an angel ... with these wings?” Marcy teased me a little as she touched Hershel and transformed him rather painfully into some kind of genderless creature still possessed a prostate ... a hypersensitive one.

“My angelic wife. I want to formalize our union, too. You’ll be the first angel to ever wed a mortal man. Imagine that. Oh, and Hershel is now your sex slave, plus Rachel’s, Kayla’s, and anyone else whom he has raped. He will serve you indefinitely, in fact, as your personal plaything. He must prepare for whatever fate you might have in mind for him,” I declared, much to Hershel’s shock...

The audience’s, too ... it was strange enough to see Fireball Day on TV, plus the cruise ship, followed by the sightings of the angel Marcy (local news stations, which were the only stations left, had really gone wild with that). It was quite another to see that angel alter a man into a genderless being of that sort. I looked out at the crowd and several of them still stared with their jaws dropping and eyes wide as saucers. They were even more stunned when Krista and her husband Greg were brought back to life in front of them.

“I take it that Elaine, at least, doesn’t want to do anything to me. What a relief! Not sure what I’d do if she tried to punish me,” Hershel foolishly stated.

“You are wrong, Hershel. You raped me and I will have my revenge on you!” Elaine gave him a vicious look, which made him shiver ... well, the guy had raped her when she was fifteen!

“Oh, don’t worry. He’ll have to serve you, too. Indefinitely,” I reassured his estranged wife.

“Apparently, he is in for considerable pain and suffering for the foreseeable future, I would say. Sucks to be him, but he shouldn’t have raped any of them, should he?” Marcy gloated at Hershel’s misery and torment.

“Very well, then. Okay, here’s the deal. Hershel is sentenced to indefinite servitude to Rachel, Marcy, Kayla, Elaine, Shelby, etc. It will be his job to serve the ladies of the former sorority ... sexually. Any other women that I designate as well. He’ll be on call to relieve any women that he hurt. The key stipulation is that he will also be required to do their bidding, not vice versa, and since he has no privates, there will be a lot less personal advantage for him in the matter.

“Also, any woman that wishes to peg him may do so as well ... if his mistresses wish it. They might let some men fuck him in the ass if they wish and if they see that as useful for some reason. Are we clear?” I informed the group, shocking the audience once more.

Then again, they could see that Hershel was in real trouble for some past crimes, so most of them stayed quiet in spite of how astonished they were. That was when Elaine and the other ladies started shoving things up Hershel’s butt.

“Now time for him to be passed around to my friends and they use you, too. Just as you used me and passed me around to your friends. It hurt! It hurt badly! I walk funny after, but it is not funny to me! It hurt like hell, especially in the ass!” Elaine cried.

She now let out her pain, much to the horror of the crowd, who heard every word and couldn’t believe what they were hearing.

“Marcy, does Elaine still have anal tears?” I asked Marcy.

“No, but she has lingering scars from the last tears. They’ve healed, but she is scarred and she shows signs of multiple abortions, which also left scars on her uterus,” Marcy told me, as she used her powers to see inside Elaine.

“Heal her, will you?” I urged her, and she agreed with a smile, touching Elaine and healing her body ... then surprising us all by demonstrating that she could heal something else.

“I took away the most traumatic memories from her mind. She can no longer recall the worst horrors of what Hershel and his friends did to her. Most of his friends are dead, too. Should I leave them that way, or bring them back for judgment?” Marcy inquired.

“What’s happening to their souls?” I asked her.

“Not much. Hell’s shut down and they’ve been kicked out, to wander the Earth as hungry ghosts once their Hell-maimed bodies perish, which will happen soon enough,” Marcy smiled savagely.

“Don’t interfere with that, by any means, dear. Let them get their karma, my love. Hershel is getting his own just desserts in this lifetime, which is probably a lucky break for him. At least he never experienced literal Hell,” I urged Marcy.

“Incidentally, I have learned that ... much of what I previously thought ... and even some of what Heaven thought, wasn’t ... entirely true. It was experimental, after all ... and the old regime didn’t share all of the knowledge with us. We had to learn about it from observation. It seems that one becomes irresistible pretty fast, even without conceiving, and that it’s extremely contagious.

“Also that one quickly becomes omnisexual after contracting it. Andrea and others have likely been in a sort of denial. Simply put, their old sexualities were the power of suggestion at that point. It also appears that lady juices very much can pass on the condition ... especially Rachel’s. That much has been made known to me,” Marcy informed me of more details of which she only outlined and hinted at before.

“So, no matter what ... there was no way that Andrea, Dave, or anyone else would be able to avoid this whole business. Once they’ve bedded those of us affected ... or one of us Schumacher siblings especially, it’s over and done, is that right? Omnisexual hypersexuality for the win!” I expressed considerable shock now.

“You nailed it, hon. Also, your seed carries with it ... some genetic gifts, such as extreme intelligence. Which is why our daughter, Shelby, of whom I’m absolutely proud as a mother, anyway, was a prodigy who graduated high school at fifteen, attended college at sixteen, and graduated at twenty. And was admitted to the bar and practicing law as a rising colleague at twenty-four, when you two met earlier this year. Also why she must have known intuitively, at a very young age, that you were her father ... her true father, my sweet Mark,” Marcy told me with a very hungry kiss.

“I definitely still want divorce, even as I dominate, degrade, and discipline Hershel! I also very much want to be one of your wives ... and to have you adopt my daughters,” Elaine declared, which made me nod.

“As you wish. That’s quite understandable. I am rather flattered and honored by it, in fact. Bear in mind that, because the sorority forced me, and because they will finally get to punish Hershel for what he did to Kayla, they must also agree to serve me and anyone else that I choose. Are we clear? You’re all to report to me for your indefinite servitude as well. That’s Krista, Nicole, Lena, Samantha, Mallory, Janine, Tricia, and Justine. You’ll do my bidding, since you all raped me as well,” I pointed out to the sorority girls.

“You forgot a name, sweetie. Mine. I’m as guilty as the rest of them for the beginning, even if I changed my mind. I’ll gladly serve you for life, especially since it was the best sex that I ever had and I confess that I enjoyed myself completely during it ... Yeah, that makes me guilty of the rape and false imprisonment, too. No, little sister don’t get penalized without Big Sister taking her punishment, too,” Kayla told me with a steamy kiss to my mouth, “I insist. Besides, you know that you want me, and I know that I want you ... especially that yummy cum of yours.”

“Topping from the bottom already, I see. Well, that aside, welcome to my harem. I’m going to be one hell of a busy guy. That still leaves plenty of women to sort out. You ... let me see. Gina, right? I recognize you, but who is this babe with you?” I turned to the fine Italian girl and her lusty companion.

“This is Carla, my wife. She used to be Carlo, my husband. Remember when we had that threesome, Master? She so enjoyed playing the woman that she explored it further and realized that she was a female soul trapped in a male body. So now she’s my wife instead of my husband, and we’ve had numerous threesomes with various men. Notice that she hasn’t had the surgery, either. She doesn’t need it to be a woman and she knows it. She would like to be fixed, though. Neutered like Hershel was. No more testosterone coming in. She’ll just take female hormones to make up the deficit. That’s the extent of the transition that she needs, well, that and maybe implants ... maybe,” Gina explained to me.

“Well, I’m not going to refuse either of you, if you want in my harem, either. Yes, I’m going to be one hell of a busy guy. Fatherhood. Administration. Prophecy. Sex,” I smiled now at them, “Won’t be the first male to female gurls in my harem, either. Meet Erica and Jeanne. They used to be Eric and Jean-Baptiste. There is also Nathan, aka Natasha, who is a genderfluid drag queen by his/her own admission.”

“Thank you, honey!” Gina and Carla both kissed me eagerly on the lips, each using tongue.

Looking at the others, I realized that three of them in particular I didn’t recognize at all. What was with them? I decided to find out.

“When did I sleep with you ladies?” I asked them.

“Gloryholes, baby. We all went to them and you fucked us through the holes. Remember?” Alejandra, a slightly heavy Latina, explained.

“Oh, okay. You two as well?” I smiled at them, a bleach blonde soccer mom and a chunky black woman in her late 40s.

“Yeah, mine was last year. Mid-life crisis, I guess. I was reeling from the divorce and needed it bad. I was sure that no one would fuck me otherwise. I was worried about HIV and STDs, but strangely, once I got in the booth across from you, that worry went away. Since then, I’ve been a horny bitch like crazy, I can tell you that! Julianne, by the way,” the African-American woman assured me.

“And you?” I asked the third, the soccer mom with the peroxide blonde hair.

“Similar deal to Julianne, only hubby didn’t divorce me. He just stopped touching me. See this? This was to get his attention. It never worked, and after you, when I got even hornier, that was the last straw. I divorced him and boy was that a shock! Carrie, by the way. Since you have magical powers, or at least your angel does, can you get her to change my hair permanently to blonde, too?” Carrie informed me.

“You three want in the harem, too?” I smiled at them as Marcy changed her hair for good.

“Privileges include sex with you? The other men, too?” Carrie asked me now.

“Yep. That’s right,” I grinned at them.

“Hell, yes, then! Sign me up for sure!” Julianne grinned.

“Me, too!” Alejandra told me with a hungry kiss.

“And me!” Carrie brightened now.

“Damn, Master, you’ll be cock of the walk for sure now! Lucky you, but lucky ladies, too. Don’t worry, I meant what I said every time I said it. Every woman in the world, if it were possible. I guess that God is testing my sincerity, but I meant every word of it!” Ninve reminded me with a tongue kiss, “Just don’t neglect the rest of us.”

“Never!” I swore, which made all of my women ... and men break out into smiles.

“I definitely want my girls in the harem, too!” Elaine urged me, “As long as they’re with you, no one hurt them ever, right?”

“Of course they won’t, Elaine. But do your girls want in? I think that they deserve a chance to decide that for themselves, don’t you agree?” I reminded Elaine of what I told her before.

“Yes, of course. Daughters, it’s all up to you. Do you want your Uncle Mark to be your father ... and husband, or neither, or both. Do you want him to adopt you, marry you, both, or neither?” Elaine turned to her girls, my nieces by blood, each of them as gorgeous as the next, a splendid mix of Hebrew and Thai ancestry.

“I want it ... I want to be one of his wives, just like you, Mom, as well as his daughter. At least partly for his sake ... and partly because I ... want to taste you as well,” Jane, the oldest, assured her before slipping me some tongue ... and then doing the same to her own mother.

“You do, do you? Here ... spread my cheeks and lick my ass if you mean it! Prove to me that you’re in earnest, that you’re committed to this!” Elaine bent over and invited her own daughter to rim her.

Jane didn’t bat an eye, just rushed over to her mother’s bare bottom and planted her eager tongue to the crack and the pucker of it.

“Me, too, then. Jane’s butt looks pretty yummy. If I lick it, do I get to be a wife as well as a daughter to you?” Kendra pleaded with me.

“Sure, as long as you kiss me right afterward, tasting like her booty,” I agreed with a wink.

Kendra enthusiastically did just that, running her tongue right along the backside, devouring her sister’s sweet ass.

“And me?” Cecile asked me with a quivering lower lip, “you’re clearly much better than Dad. How about it? I’d much rather that you were my father ... and my husband.”

“Demonstrate your commitment ... the same way as your sisters. Lick Kendra’s bottom ... and then kiss me afterward, tasting like her,” I urged the next to youngest of the four nieces.

“What about me?” Natalie asked as she planted a French kiss directly on my mouth.

“Same rules. You want in, you gotta rim. Eat that booty. Lick Cecile’s asshole,” I smiled as I told her that.