Apocalypse Blues
Copyright© 2017 by Mark Gander
Chapter 120
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 120 - Adam Clarke is just a regular Navy veteran going to West Virginia University on the GI Bill, right? Think again, as he discovers, after Doomsday, with the help of a growing harem, a radical classmate, and her lesbian lover, his history professor.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Celebrity Futanari Military School War Science Fiction Post Apocalypse Paranormal Demons Sharing Slut Wife Incest BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Interracial Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Oral Sex Pregnancy Squirting Voyeurism Clergy Public Sex Teacher/Student Nudism Politics Revenge Violence
0230 hours, local time,
Tuesday, 22 July, 2014
Michaels Residence,
Hinton, West Virginia
Jeanette went off next to liberate Penelope Cruz, and sure enough, she returned with the Spanish actress. Penelope Cruz, bruises showing clearly due to her nudity, walked directly up to me and surprised me with a fiery kiss to my lips. Even I was a bit stunned by this action, at least until Jeanette winked at me and emulated her. Jeanette cupped Penelope’s ass and the lovely Spaniard reacted by pressing her butt to the angel’s hands.
“You ... you ordered me released? You are the Prophet, si? You commanded this angel to set me free? She serves you, this angel? She said that she does. She showed me an image of you and told me that you are a true Prophet. What do I owe you? She said that you would never force me to stay with you if I didn’t wish to do so. Is that true? Did you order me liberated without any conditions or expectations in return?” Penelope confronted me after that kiss.
“Well, I am a Prophet and I commanded Jeanette here, who when she was human was my first cousin, I might add ... and who is now one of my wives as well as my guardian angel. As to your liberty to come and go, that depends upon whether or not God puts a directive to you in my mouth. Or gives you a command himself. If not, then you’re free to come and go as you please. Even then, no one will force you to do such things. You will be free to refuse, of course,” I now stipulated.
“This is true. I can instruct you, but I will not coerce you to do my bidding. I will not force anyone to enter my service,” God confirmed.
“I ... see. Interesting. Anyone here receive such commands?” Penelope wondered.
“I did. I am being sent back to Denmark, my native country, but only once I contract Schumacher Syndrome. Which I have. I am just waiting to be sent home now ... and enjoying the orgy while it lasts, of course,” Lars volunteered.
“You are that drummer from Metallica, right? Lars ... something?” Penelope asked him now.
“Lars Ulrich. Yes, I was the drummer. When Metallica still existed, of course. Now, I am a missionary, I guess. I’m to spread the word ... and spread the seed, come to think of it. And Schumacher Syndrome, naturally,” Lars answered her.
“Well, what is Schumacher Syndrome?” Penelope raised the obvious question.
“It’s a condition transmitted through sexual contact, which makes one immune to STIs, HIV, HPV, etc. It also makes you hyper fertile, hypersexual, and omnisexual. It is my wish to see it spread around the world, making everyone promiscuous to the nth degree. This, along with the teachings of the great, new religion that I ordained, ultimately headed by the Lawgiver, that Prophet who is also the Messiah. His sister is also a Prophet, of course. Like all present Prophets, his father is an angel and his mother was a human lady,” God explained to her.
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