Chapter 10

Some time after the vasectomy reversal...

“Alright now, listen up ... the time has amply passed for it to be safe for Chet to engage in regular sexual congress with each of you ladies. I am eager to see him breed each of you in turn, of course. To that end, I will essentially focus on your mouths and asses, as well as his, while he concentrates on putting buns in your respective ovens. He will start with breeding Sally, naturally, as she is his lovely bride. Not so much with the blushing these days, but that’s a good thing in my book,” I chuckled with a wink for my sister, who bit her bottom lip and winked back at me.

We both knew that, as much as I enjoyed her mouth, her pussy, her tits, and her legs, my favorite part of my sweet sister was her delectable ass. I would take full advantage of my masterly rights and plow her backfield as much as possible while her husband ravished her scrumptious slit. They were all my proud and eager sex slaves, quite willing and enthusiastic about it, in fact, anyway. My sexy sister was the first of my ladies to embrace her total bondage to me, not that the others waited too long after that. Her husband, then boyfriend, Chet, had also yielded up his freedom and the booty very early on, in fact. My financial assistance to them had admittedly been no small factor, especially at first.

I ultimately would decide who got to breed these ladies and no one else made that call, which they understood. I had already determined that we would do a honey trap to get Jeff to add his genes when the opportunity arose. It was my way to make amends to him for having bred and taken away his wife, of all things. Said wife was Melissa, who by now was absolutely devoted to me in her own, wanton way in stark contrast to her conservative, Catholic past. She still had a soft spot for the guy and I wouldn’t be shocked if that was mutual. I planned to extract some of his seed for each of my ladies in time, but after that, the future was still wide open, as Tom Petty would say.

That was my secret plan, in any case, among many other plans that I had for my harem. Long term, I wanted to start my own church, my own religion, really, a religious community that embraced a new kind of family values, distinct from both traditional, conventional views and modern or postmodern concepts. In the long run, only those deemed worthy of sexual communion with the fellow members would be admitted to its ranks. All had to be willing to commit fully, resources and all, to the good of the new society, the state within a state, no less.

I had to research what religious incorporation laws I would need in order to get things off of the ground as well as how to get ordained as a minister. There were certainly interfaith groups online, as I was well aware, and once I had such documents in hand, I could really get things moving. We could purchase more land in this parish and other parts of Louisiana first, as a step in the right direction of expanding our reach. It would definitely be useful for our goal of reforming and transforming civilization and the human race itself.

In fact, I was heavily leaning toward the name of the Transhumanist Church of America, at least for now. I had even considered forming a Transhumanist political party, but I figured that the new sect would be more useful in the near future. Maybe when I had enough converts, then we could mobilize them into a political bloc to help topple the existing social order. For now, we would seek to displace Christianity and begin the cultural renovation needed to overthrow its values and ethic as guiding principles for humanity.