Chapter 42

1445 hours, local time
Wednesday, 29 April, 2015
First Havenite Church of Cairo
The Free City of Cairo (formerly Cairo, Illinois)

“Olivia, I hereby baptize you into the Church of Haven and welcome you to the congregation. Rise, reborn as a new woman, a communicant of the Church and the Faith known as Havenism,” the Prophet David Howard intoned as he baptized Olivia Nava into the Church of Haven on her fourteenth birthday.

She was naked, as everyone was when baptized as a Havenite. The young lady, like so many other teens, requested baptism on her fourteenth, as soon as they understood the benefits of the rite and of initiation into the Church of Haven. She knew what she wanted next, of course, and promptly descended onto the altar. She bent over and spread her thighs, awaiting the Prophet’s touch that would honor her and transmit Schumacher Syndrome to her. Best of all, he would impregnate her with his special seed.

Her heart raced as the Prophet David Howard approached her, his eyes filled with divine purpose. His cock was already erect, a symbol of the power of his virility, and he wasted no time in penetrating her tight, maiden pussy. The congregation watched in awe as he thrust into her, their approval and blessing in stark contrast to how they would regard such things in the past. No longer did society try to infantilize its youth, at least in many communities nowadays. No longer did it celebrate inaction and inexperience.

“Are you ready for this, dear?” David asked her as he tickled her anus briefly.

Olivia nodded, her breaths coming in short gasps as the anticipation grew stronger. The Prophet’s cock was thick and warm, and she knew she had to be ready for the ultimate gift he was about to bestow upon her. With a gentle push, he entered her, causing her to moan in a mix of pain and pleasure. The congregation murmured prayers of encouragement, their eyes glued to the holy union unfolding before them.

The Prophet began to move slowly at first, allowing her adolescent body to adjust to the foreign presence within her. As he picked up the pace, Olivia felt the walls of her pussy stretch and give way to him, a sign that she was truly becoming a woman of the Church. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt, and she couldn’t help but push back against him, eager to receive the seed that would make her one of the chosen.

The Prophetess Serena Kurtz Howard, his German half-sister and one of his wives, approached the altar with a grace that belied her robust sexual appetite. She was known throughout the congregation for her unyielding dedication to the Church’s teachings and her fervent belief in the sanctity of the Prophet. She leaned in and began to kiss Olivia’s neck, her breath warm and comforting against the girl’s flushed skin. Her hands caressed Olivia’s body, moving down to her ass and spreading her cheeks apart.

Olivia gasped as she felt the Prophetess’s tongue delve into her anus, the unexpected sensation sending waves of pleasure through her body. The congregation watched in silent reverence as the Prophet and Prophetess performed the sacred rites of their faith. It was a public demonstration of the unity and communal nature of Havenism, where the boundaries of love and worship were fluid and uninhibited. The Prophet’s deep, rhythmic thrusts grew more vigorous, his face a mask of rapture as he felt the Prophetess’s tongue working in tandem with his cock, preparing Olivia for a future filled with divine pleasure and purpose.

Olivia’s eyes rolled back in her head, her moans growing louder as the Prophetess’s skilled mouth brought her closer to climax. The warm, wet sensation of being rimmed in front of so many eyes was overwhelming, yet she felt a strange comfort in the collective gaze of her fellow congregants. It was a validation of her worthiness, a testament to her maturity and willingness to embrace the divine path laid before her. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tense with the promise of transcendence.

As the Prophetess’s tongue continued to probe and tease, the Prophet’s grip on Olivia’s hips tightened. He began to grunt with effort, his seed boiling within him, ready to be released. The air was thick with the scent of sex and incense, a heady mix that intoxicated the young girl. She knew that when he came inside her, she would be forever changed, a conduit for the divine power and authority that guided the Church of Haven. Her body quivered with anticipation, her pussy clenching around the Prophet’s cock in eager anticipation.

The Prophetess’s hands moved to Olivia’s breasts, squeezing and pinching her sensitive nipples. The dual sensation of the Prophet’s cock filling her and the Prophetess’s mouth worshiping her ass was almost too much to bear. The whispers of the congregation grew louder, their excitement palpable as they watched the sacred act unfold before them. Olivia’s moans grew more desperate, her body begging for the release that was so close at hand.

With a cry that echoed through the hallowed chamber, Olivia’s orgasm washed over her like a divine wave. Her muscles spasmed around the Prophet’s cock, her juices soaking the altar beneath her. The congregation watched as the teenage girl’s face contorted in ecstasy, a visual representation of her spiritual rebirth. The Prophetess’s tongue withdrew, allowing Olivia’s body to fully experience the pleasure that the Prophet had bestowed upon her.

The Prophet David Howard, feeling her climax, could no longer hold back his own. He thrust deep into her one final time, his eyes squeezed shut in rapture as he released his seed into her welcoming womb. The congregation erupted into applause, praising the Prophet for his potency and Olivia for her fertility. The sacred act had been completed, and Olivia was now officially a carrier of Schumacher Syndrome, thus liberating her from the shackles of inhibitions past.

“Now, Olivia, stand next to your family in the pews and know that you have done your part in making this community strong and free. Be naked and unashamed. Embrace your nakedness and your womanhood. You have done well and may your fourteenth birthday truly be blessed,” the Prophet kissed first her lips and then the top of her head.

Olivia’s mother, Rachel, and her father, Anibal, both looked upon their daughter with pride. Rachel’s eyes glistened with tears of joy, her own breasts heaving in her excitement. Anibal’s cock was erect, as was the custom for all men when an adolescent girl was initiated into the faith. The congregation had gathered to bear witness to the sacred act that would ensure their continued prosperity and freedom from the tyranny of the outside world.

Like the majority of the local populace, Anibal and Rachel were black, though a growing number of their neighbors were white. Anibal was also Hispanic, being Cuban in origin. The black majority was fading in Cairo, and had for some time now, but there were still plenty of them. A major task facing the city fathers was making David Howard High School more integrated, given its origins as a private academy prior to making it public. It had been the only predominantly white secondary school in the community. The Prophet had already indicated that Olivia should attend his namesake school when the fall semester began.

Olivia stood up from the altar, her legs shaking slightly from the intense experience she had just endured. She looked into the eyes of her mother and father, their faces beaming with pride and love. Rachel reached out and took her hand, guiding her to the pew where they were sitting. Anibal remained seated, his eyes never leaving his daughter’s body, his cock still erect. The Prophet’s seed was now a part of her, a fact that filled him with a strange mix of emotions: pride, arousal, and a touch of envy.

“Alicia Proctor, remove your clothes, step forward, and prepare to be baptized now, as members and communicants of the Church of Haven,” David instructed Alicia, a fifteen year old recent convert, a lovely young woman with a mocha complexion.

Alicia’s eyes widened, but she obeyed without hesitation. She had seen this ritual before and knew what was expected of her. She undressed quickly, her heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. She had heard whispers of the power that came from the Prophet’s touch, the gift of Schumacher Syndrome that would transform her into a sexual being beyond compare. The congregation watched in rapt attention as she revealed her developing breasts and the small patch of hair between her legs.

Once Alicia was fully naked, she approached the altar with trembling steps. The Prophet’s cock was still semi-erect, glistening with Olivia’s juices, but it grew hard again as he took in the beauty of the new candidate before him. Alicia felt a rush of heat between her thighs at the sight of his desire, and she knew that this was her moment to serve the Church. She knelt before him, her eyes cast down in reverence, and offered herself to his divine will.