Chapter 22

As I began fucking Emma Sanchez and Jackie Kumar in turns, with Erin alternating her rimjobs to compensate for my absence, Chesty departed to claim her sixty-eight minions, and I naturally wished her the best of luck. I didn’t know how many she could bring on side, but the more, the merrier. The more women she brought into the fold, the more Hebron would adhere to what the spirits intended through me ... and her. I wasn’t sure just how many women were left out in town, but if an all-female group was added to the new religion, it would go a long way toward breeding out Christianity in terms of the next generation. If the only Christians left were men, the faith would die out eventually, plain and simple, just like Mithraism.

“She really must have a strong Sapphic side, I gather,” I commented as I drove further up Emma’s asshole, making her gasp and bite her bottom lip with the pleasure and pain of it.

“Oh, very much so! Chesty isn’t gay, but she just doesn’t trust a lot of men, as I noted. It’s nothing against men per se, but her lifetime of experience with the menfolk has been one of frequent rape and abuse. Trust me, she’s the right choice,” the spirit assured me.

Just then, there was a knock at the door, followed by a kick that pushed it open, but this time, only one man entered the house forcibly. It was Art Powell, born Chester Alan Arthur Powell, Jr., son of Chet and brother of Chesty. Art carried a crossbow, of all things, wore all black, and no doubt saw himself as a ninja, but he had no one fooled. He fired off one bolt, but that was it, and it only knocked over a marble statue, to Aunt Molly’s annoyance. Without even realizing it, I pulled out of Emma’s booty, grabbed my dagger, and leapt upon Art to slice his carotid artery. He dropped his crossbow from his hand, falling over dead that fast.

“How the ... actual fuck did you strike that swiftly?” Uncle Curtis wondered as I slid back inside Emma to fuck her ass for a couple more strokes.

“I don’t know ... I just did,” I shrugged as I then switched back to Jackie’s fine butt and Erin started licking Emma’s tush again.

“I gave him a kill-switch of sorts. An ability to turn off his conscious mind and kill instinctively, whenever the danger is imminent enough, like a snake striking a deadly foe with its venomous fangs. If the peril is sufficient, Dan will suddenly turn into a cold-blooded, almost reptilian killer. He won’t be able to stop it. This is an involuntary reflex, triggered automatically by mortal jeopardy.

“While Art couldn’t harm any of you, the moment that he realized that fact, he was going to go after some of the unclaimed folks or even a child or worse. He had to be stopped. He was a threat to everyone. He might have even killed or maimed his nephew, Lester,” the spirit clarified.

“And then there were nine,” Deanna laughed as she let Uncle Curtis drill her and Summer munched on Aunt Molly next to them.

“Indeed. Nine left who are men and thus only unlikely to be recruited by Chesty. For that purpose, I would like to make Leonard Powell the head of an all-male group, though they will still need sixty more guys eventually. Odd that so many of the unclaimed are women now. That’s probably because men are more prone to skip town than women, not to mention that so many of the hostiles were men and they left plenty of widows. Leonard and Mel won’t be gay after this, either, despite being strictly homosexual at the moment. This effect makes everyone bi as well as promiscuous, I believe,” the spirit informed us now.

“But they will be an all-male group, so that’s some definite homoerotic energy there,” I noted while enjoying the silky tightness of Jackie’s bum.

“No doubt! They will simply mate with whichever women they’re encouraged to bed, at the direction of Leonard, from Mel downward. Chesty will have something in common with her Uncle Lenny for a change, other than just DNA. She’ll be a cult leader just like him. One way to help ensure that this plan works is for Leonard to claim every guy who turns fourteen as they do so. Another would be for him to grab as many male drifters as reasonably possible. When he has sixty-eight disciples, he can stop such tactics, but until then, I approve of it,” the spirit elaborated.

“That’s good news for him ... plenty of lads to bugger as they come of age. I’m sure that he’ll revel in that!” I chuckled while doing some buggery of my own with Emma again.

“Well, in any case, I’m recruiting Leonard and Mel as soon as they finish their babysitting work today. They will be inducted into our new society as quickly as I can arrange it. We shouldn’t leave those guys or the other seven out of things, after all. Not to mention that we’ll soon start expanding into other towns, which is another pool from which to draw candidates for our new world order if you will,” the spirit continued while I relished Emma’s deliciously slick, brown, and tight arse.