Chapter 3

“It seems that the Governor of Utah reacted to your partition by declaring himself President of the ‘Nation of Deseret’ at once. He got the legislature to ratify his edict and called for them to act as a constituent assembly in drafting a new constitution for the now independent state. Of course, I wouldn’t call it a republic, since it’s much more of a theocracy. The way that the Mormon Church applauded his move tells me that he’s just a figurehead or puppet for the real rulers of Utah/Deseret ... the leadership of the Latter-Day Saints. He’ll likely get all of his marching orders from them henceforth, with no need to worry about the outside world,” Oswald informed me as I pumped in and out of Becca.

“Hey, if it causes more of the wrong sort of citizens to move there, great news for me ... now, don’t just stand there briefing me ... join in ... slide underneath so we can double vag her!” I encouraged Oswald, who eagerly complied, of course.

“AGGHHH!” Becca screamed in pure, primal ecstasy as she felt two cocks in the same hole at once, stretching her out as much as humanly possible.

“You love that double dicking, don’t ya, babe? Just imagine that this is a big part of your sexual future, my dear. Double vag, double penetration, double oral, double anal, spit-roasting, airtight gang-bangs, pulling trains, etc. Butt-plugs slammed into your backdoor to intensify your erotic pleasure, hon. Helga, how is Remy treating you, dove?” I asked Helga, who cussed in German as Remy drilled her roughly from behind.

“I guess we know the answer to that question?” Stephanie commented while riding Kwak Soyon and taking Hae’s tongue up her ass, “yeah, deeper, harder up my booty, you kinky ex Jesus Freak!”

“Your ass is yummy!” Hae confessed, “I could eat it all night long!”

“Good, then you will. Until dawn, your mouth is not to leave Stephanie’s bottom! You don’t want it to leave her tush! You want to keep sodomizing her with your tongue! You want to keep licking her butt-crack! You want to keep biting her buns! Your lips, your tongue, and even your teeth currently belong on her booty until dawn! Eat her ass!” I commanded Tang’s mother, who didn’t show any embarrassment about rimming Steph at all.

“What about me?” Kwak asked me.

“You’re stuck there until dawn. Just keep fucking her, no matter how many times you cum inside her. Don’t stop at all! Just impale the hell out of Stephie here!” I commanded Tang’s father, who grinned as he obeyed me by continuing to ravish Steph from below.

“If I have to piss?” Kwak wondered now.

“Piss inside her, then,” I winked at Stephanie, who creamed herself instantly upon hearing that order.

“Yes ... pee in me! Do it now, please! I want your hot stream in my pussy!” Stephanie egged him on, too.

“Me, too ... piss in me, both of you!” Becca begged Oswald and me now.

I let loose a steaming hot whiz inside Becca right before Oswald did, both of us humping her afterward as if nothing were out of the ordinary about all of the pee inside her already soaked twat. We ravaged her repeatedly, our strokes working together to fill her up and make her feel every last thrust into her drenched cunt. She lost it completely now, clenched her pussy muscles, and squeezed our very last drops out of her creamy snatch with the vise-like grip of her slit.

“Who fucks me next?” Becca pleaded for more dick.

“Ernst, of course. Can’t leave him out of the action, just because he already screwed Sabrina and Tang! He still needs to bang you and Stephanie, not to mention Hae,” I instructed Helga’s hubby, who gladly took my place inside Becca’s pissy twat.

“As for you three, I hereby summon Helen Slater!” I called the former Billie Jean/Supergirl actress and made her appear butt-naked in front of me.

“Wait, what gives?” Helen wondered aloud as I walked up to her and slapped her on the bottom.

“You don’t want to go back to your old life at all. You want to stay here as part of my inner circle, my court, my harem, don’t you, Helen?” I tested her mettle with my mind powers.

“I don’t want to go back to my old life at all. I want to stay here as part of your inner circle, your court, your harem ... Master,” Helen proved that she wasn’t mentally tough enough to resist me, but that was probably true of ninety-nine percent of folks to be fair.

“Attagirl! Now, pull a train with these fine fellows here, m’kay?” I directed Helen, who rushed to take on all three of Becca’s old flames at once.

Just then, Remy and Helga came together, and I ran over to claim my spot inside the German expat’s dirty blonde bush. I grabbed Remy by the head and pushed him down to Helga’s tush to make him rim the hell out of her sweet ass. He didn’t hesitate, putting his hungry lips right up to her backdoor. He clearly wanted a taste, no doubt of that. The dude had discovered a real fondness for analingus, to put it mildly.

“Ja, eat my bunghole! Eat it!” Helga encouraged him to tongue-fuck her cornhole.

Meanwhile, I ravished Helga’s freshly fucked twat, Becca’s piss and pussy juices still on me. I looked over at Sabrina and Tang, both still locked into a sixty-nine per my earlier command, and decided that it was time to break that up a bit. I summoned Helen Slater’s husband and ordered them to pounce on him before he could think to protest or resist. My wives grinned as they took turns riding Helen’s hubby, Robert Watzke. He wasn’t gonna be left out of the fun, either. I didn’t do that to the spouses of my lovers, not now, not ever.

“I can see that you’re determined to be fair to the spouse, at least,” the Fae broke its silence, adding, “I can also see that Mississippi, Alabama, and those cities and parishes you’ve mentioned have formed a new nation, the New American Southland. The NAS is already treating the four excluded parishes as the State of Christiana, with those cities included in it as well. A deliberate play on the name of Louisiana and emphasis on their continued veneration of the dead Nazarene, alas.”

“Yeah, they have their style. I have mine,” I grinned in response, killing two birds with one stone in my answer.

I humped Helga with considerable vigor, to understate the matter, of course, pumping in and out of Oswald’s old flame and Ernst’s wife harder on each stroke. The rougher I was, the more she enjoyed it, even begging me to piss in her cunt just as I did with Becca’s. I gladly did so and she returned the favor, peeing as well as squirting on my cock as it plundered her from the back. While I pounded Helga, I used my mind to summon a hurricane that would deliver more than a little death and desolation to the proud new Southron nation. Too bad for them that they lived on a highly vulnerable coastline, right?

“You don’t waste time, do you? What else have you cooked up for a plague or judgment on Man for his wanton destruction of his own habitat?” the Fae inquired, even as I rammed Helga with all of my fury.

That was when Helga coated my cock yet again with her pussy juice as well as the pee and various loads of jizz. I exploded inside her slimy, slippery snatch, making her moan yet again. She then rose and peppered my face with kisses, making me even happier at the way that things had gone down so far.

“Oh, I’m just warming up,” I declared while Helga sucked my dick straight from her own slit.

I smote every male Jehovah’s Witness on Earth with complete impotence even as I struck the women with absolute nymphomania. If they wanted to pass on their values, I had another thing coming for them. Frustrated JW wives would soon hump their mailmen, pizza delivery guys, poolboys, even each other, whatever and whoever could satisfy their now insatiable sex drives. The hapless elders of the “faithful and discreet slave” would have to watch on in frustrated horror as the women of their entire organization cuckolded them in droves.

“They don’t vote and would never move. They’d just keep proselytizing until the last of them has died off. This will break up those Witness households, a bit of a rough solution, but you can’t make an omelet without breaking some eggs, as wise men say. Pretty soon, Jehovah’s Witnesses will just be a sad club for divorced, bitter, impotent old men. They’ll die off a lot faster at this rate,” I chuckled while fucking Helga’s hungry throat.

“Definitely counts as progress. Anything else?” the Fae probed.

“Yes, this,” I said.

The Fae watched in delight as I smote the various warlords and factions of Africa and their armies with the sweating sickness that hadn’t appeared in centuries and never outside of Europe. They wouldn’t plague the regular folks of their home countries much longer, that much was clear. They would be far too busy fighting off the sweat and its destructive symptoms, as well as its adverse effects on their combat performance. This would break the back of all insurgents, militias, rogue regimes, etc. in Africa, particularly one such as the Lord’s Resistance Army.

By now, Helen was done with all three of Becca’s old flames. I slipped inside the actress from behind, pleased that she was now very much under my command. I very much enjoyed seeing how she lost years off her age as well, as did she while I plowed her. The blonde Hollywood legend had no shortage of dick inside her slippery gash as I hit it from the back. I fondled her buttocks as well, making her sigh and moan with gratification from my prick balls deep inside her well-used snatch.

“Fucking hell! You’re ... so ... good ... in ... me! I want this! I want this forever! Please ... keep ... me! I need this!” Helen urged me as I screwed her harder on each stroke, her hips pushing back feverishly at me.