Chapter 16

Later That Evening
January 11, 2021
The Alton Family Residence
Miami, Florida

“So, this new religion of yours, it really is picking up steam in a hurry, and this is the inner circle, I see? You are his ... wife, his main one, I mean, I gather that it’s ... full-on polygamy or polyamory, right?” Pam Bondi, the Attorney General of the State of Florida, made it quite clear that she was eager to please me ... likely due to my growing spiritual influence.

“Pam, please. We are a community of like-minded souls, bound by love and faith. I have many wives here, some of whom also consider themselves myself slaves. It’s a long story. They’re ... very kinky. Oh, and some of them are already married to others. It’s cool. We’re very inclusive ... we share and share alike,” I replied calmly, sipping my Scotch and soda.

“Yes, I can ... see that. Any truth to the rumors that you have the King’s ear? King Charles III, I mean, now that he has full use of his royal reserve powers,” Pam inquired over the excellent lamb, asparagus, basmati rice, and brown gravy supper.

“Ah, the Royal connection. Well, let’s just say that our beliefs resonate with many in high places,” I smiled enigmatically, enjoying the way the gravy coated my tongue with warmth. “But we don’t seek power. We seek enlightenment, and sometimes, power finds us. It’s all about the purity of intent. How is your lamb, by the way? Vicky is quite the cook. My sister makes me very proud,” I smiled at her.

Pam nodded, swallowing a mouthful of food. “It’s excellent. Your sister is quite talented.” She paused, her eyes flicking around the room. “But tell me, how does one even begin to understand the complexities of your faith? It’s so ... mysterious.”

“Simple and complex, all at once. In the end, there is community and there is the individual. There is love and there is hate. There is peace and there is war. There is male and female. There is balance. There is harmony. There is freedom and there is responsibility, duty, if you will. The path to enlightenment requires embracing the necessity of balance between opposites. The yin and the yang. There is spontaneity and there is routine,” I declared, even as she began removing her clothes in front of me.

“There is family and there is free love?” Pam asked me as she disrobed and crawled to me.

“Apparently, there is ... power and there is nakedness,” I smirked as I grabbed her hair and pinched her nose, making her drink a highball.

“Oh, you’re so ... so ... dominant,” she giggled, her cheeks flushing a delightful shade of pink.

“And you’re a hypocrite, preaching traditional, Christian family values and other Republican views while kneeling before a New Age guru and visionary and sucking his cock,” I said as I began fucking her face in earnest.

Pam’s eyes watered and she gagged, but she took it all in stride, clearly enjoying the depravity of her actions. She was a perfect example of the dichotomy that existed within our society – the façade of purity and righteousness hiding the darkest of desires. I knew she was going to be a great asset to the cause, not just for her political influence, but for the sheer thrill she got from living a double life ... one that I could well turn toward my goals of social reorganization.

Her eyes locked with mine as she deep-throated my cock, a silent declaration of submission that sent a shiver down my spine. I felt the power of our union, not just the physical pleasure, but the power of our shared secret, our twisted little pact. This was the kind of leverage that could move mountains, and I was eager to see just how high she would climb for me.

The sound of her gagging filled the room, and I could feel her body quiver with each thrust. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, and I knew she was getting off on the depravity as much as I was. She was a woman who craved the edge, who yearned for the kind of experience that would make her feel alive. And I was more than happy to give it to her.

As I pumped into her mouth, the TV in the corner of the room flickered to life with the latest news update. “Breaking News: The last of the New Order troops have surrendered in London, effectively bringing an end to the radical feminist regime in the UK,” the newscaster announced, her voice filled with the kind of excitement reserved for momentous occasions.

“Well, that was quick, wasn’t it, dear?” Nina asked me as she made out with me and held Pam’s head in place for better suction.

I nodded, still fucking her face, watching the news with one eye as the TV screen showed a montage of the defeated troops laying down their arms, teary-eyed and defeated. “It seems the King’s warning of serious consequences for stubborn resistance was effective. The New Order’s fall is a victory for balance and harmony. The people of the UK are finally free from the tyranny of extreme feminism,” I smirked as I flooded Pam’s throat with my hot cum.

She swallowed with a gasp, her eyes watering as she looked up at me adoringly. “Your power ... it’s incredible,” she murmured, her voice hoarse from my abuse.

“You’re a kinky one ... and you used to be Attorney General ... are about to become White House Counsel, perhaps a future AG for the whole United States of America, right?” I teased her as I directed her to eat Vicky’s cunny out.

Pam nodded eagerly, licking her lips as she positioned herself between Vicky’s legs. “Anything for the cause,” she murmured, her eyes glazed over with a mix of lust and ambition.

“She’s definitely committed. Baptism, here we come!” Nina teased me while climbing on top of me and riding my cock.

“Mm-hmm,” I agreed, watching as Pam eagerly went to work on Vicky’s pussy. She licked and nibbled with surprising skill, and I could see Vicky’s body reacting to her ministrations. The room was thick with the scent of sex and desire, and it only grew stronger as we all became more and more entangled in our debauchery.

“Don’t stop there, love. Eat my taint and my bum, too,” Vicky told Pam as she licked away at my sister’s bottom half.

“As you wish,” Pam responded, her voice muffled by the pussy she was currently feasting on. She began to kiss and lick upward, her tongue tracing a wet line toward Vicky’s asshole, even as I poured some Scotch down her crack.

Nina, on top of me, began to bounce faster and faster as she watched the two of them. Her moans grew louder, and I could feel her pussy tightening around my cock. She leaned back, her large, firm breasts bouncing with each movement, her eyes locked on the depraved show before us. “Fuck, that’s hot,” she whispered, her breath warm against my ear.

“When you’re done with Vicky, go down on Tanveet, then on Heather, then on Cassidy, then on Fernando, then on Dale, then on Stacey, then on Jim, then on Karen, then on Lisa, and then on Michelle. I want so many bodily fluids on your face that not a trace of your makeup can be salvaged,” I told her next.