Chapter 407: Setting Up the Consummation of My SCS Project

Mid-November 2007

It took a week for things around me to settle down after my lid-blowing revelations. On Friday morning, November 16, I was thinking about having fun on the weekend. Over breakfast I checked what my families thought.

They agreed with me, being delightfully sure that there's no chance that anyone in our Government would try to spy on us. More potential baddies may have their suspicions about us, and they may even be absolutely convinced that their suspicions are correct, but it's still impossible to imagine that they will or can do anything about their doubts. The Guardian Angel has established that it can totally penetrate top-secret operations against us, and it has also established a very clear pattern of decapitating those involved regardless of how important he considered himself, and the American public would nuke the White House themselves if the Government did anything new against us. Even if an investigative agency's boss is brave and stupid enough to order such an operation, we all thought that it wouldn't happen because his staff would refuse to carry it out and would blow the whistle on their boss.

Our only real threat now, we thought, was from a single person. That's been the case ever since my resurrection, and that risk is probably the lowest it's ever been since then because there are no anti-angel or anti-me comments in the media, and the angel's recent revelations have convinced many people that it truly is from God. Amusingly, none of the major Churches have issued a definitive statement about their belief in my story, and I don't expect them to because it's too politically risky for them. Despite the churches' determination to stay on the fence, the vast majority of the general public is convinced that we're telling the truth, which means they are also convinced that God is real. Church attendance numbers have increased substantially. None of them have sent me a "Thank you" note.

In short, we believe we're in the clear now. There is still some crap I have to deal with at some stage. If the CIA's Deputy Director doesn't come to our gates for his beheading or if the aircraft carriers aren't recalled and scrapped, then I'll need to do something, but I have countless options for when and how to react - that's why we chose the punishment strategy that we did. What to do about non-compliance doesn't worry me now; I'll think about it later, if it becomes necessary.

One of my long-held worries - that I would accidentally use NP where an outsider would see it - is even fading because I can already attribute it to my Guardian Angel. More NP exposure is the last phase of the "Angel Plan" and I could already feel that phase making me less worried and more happy. For the first time in far too long, there were no threats anywhere on the horizon. It was time to celebrate and have some fun!

I could, as an excellent example, once again gather lots of naked girls around our pool and resume frolicking with them (and something else spelled "f ... cking"). No one is spying on us now, which is important because Carol will often be one of my frolicking partners. It would be very nice to no longer have to think about security risks before giving Carol a kiss.

The legal consequences of Carol's and my relationship being exposed didn't worry me. In addition to my being able to hide behind the Guardian Angel's skirts, such was its credibility now that I could have it type a message that God considered it very important for me to have such a relationship with Carol, and It had put the compulsion into my mind when It had repaired me. Its saying that our having children together was important for the future of the human race would be widely believed. The Bible has several examples of Good people committing incest, which would be the main religious viewpoint people would hear because internet sites and the media are too scared of the Guardian Angel's retribution to make negative statements about it or me. I wanted to keep our incest hidden mainly because it would be certain to inflame solo nutcases into believing that I was the Devil and in need of killing. Knowing the quality of nutcases' thinking, they'd probably try to kill Carol too. Given how quick Christians are to get inflamed by anything sexual, and how easily they become self-righteous homicidal nutcases, it'd be best to keep Carol's and my relationship secret. It's a pity Christians don't consider self-righteousness one of their Seven Deadly Sins, because I think it absolutely deserves to be included. It can have Gluttony's or Sloth's place. Heck, give it both places, because it's a sin that Christians REALLY need to stop welcoming with open arms.

The SCS girls were eager for the next step, and it only required asking Nevaeh to make a couple of phone calls to the two Liaisons we'd got the SCS girls to choose for the two grades. Nevaeh told them, "Mark's angel has told him to carry on looking for a girlfriend. He wants everyone to come here tomorrow at 2pm. It's going to be an important afternoon because we're going to eliminate half of you at the end of it. Make sure you tell everyone that."

I know it's a terrible thing, but people have been known to tell lies in sexual seduction situations. Despite that sad fact of life, we knew that the two SCS Liaisons would quickly pass the full message on to every girl in their grade because at one of our very first meetings with them, we'd made a big deal out of how the Guardian Angel can detect when people are lying. "It's from God, so OF COURSE it can do that. Plus its job is to guard me, so God will definitely have given it the ability to understand what people near me are thinking. It's too moral to share that information, but I'm sure it wouldn't want me to have a girlfriend who was dishonest." A few times since then, when I'd been sure a girl was lying - my proximity sense helped a great deal with that as I got to know the girls better - the angel had suddenly flashed red and messaged me that the girl had just told a lie and she therefore shouldn't be considered good a girlfriend prospect for me. It's amazing how much easier it is to manage girls when they have to be honest. Just being able to ask questions that they have to answer truthfully created all sorts of interesting possibilities, not that my project needed most of them. The technique was well worth remembering for possible future use though.

In the morning before the SCS girls came over, I got Julia and Nevaeh to ring the two SCS girls who'd been the most obvious in their lust for me. My girls told those girls something along the lines of, "I voted for you last time because I want you to succeed. You need to do something to make sure you survive the next elimination. It's one of our rules at home that people can choose for themselves how much or little they wear around our pool. I'll make sure we spend some time around it so you can impress Mark by stripping and swimming naked. He won't care about your body, even though you have a great one, but he will be impressed by your confidence, trust and maturity. Once you've impressed him, you should stand in front of him and tell him that you want to show him that you're determined to be open and honest in your relationship with him, and that you know he's such a fantastic human being that you will devote yourself to him in every way - just like the rest of us do - and that you'll do anything he wants. You know the sort of stuff guys like to hear, just make sure you say it confidently. Mark knows bodies and sex aren't anything to be ashamed of, and he'll be happy to see that you think the same."

So once nearly all of the still-active SCS girls had accumulated around our pool, I emerged from my study to greet them. The two prompted girls quickly followed their instructions, the second one rushing to catch up to the one that had started first, which made it look like a trend. Half of the twenty five SCS girls were beautiful, knew it, and were more than happy to grab at a chance to flaunt their best assets. Most of the less attractive girls hesitated but it didn't matter because at that moment my cellphone rang as a result of my moments before using NP to tap the waiting Donna - who was in the Adults' House - on the head twice.

I answered it, listened, and a few seconds later told my guests, "I'm sorry, but I have to go help Donna with something. I'm not sure how long we'll be."

The Guardian Angel picked me up and flew me to the Adults' House. I did know how long we'd be because Donna and I were going to a horse show later. It didn't matter where we went, as long as I left my girls in charge of the SCS group. This event was going to be all about sex so it would be much better if I was not there at the time (just in case you can't see that logic, I'll explain it later. I've been spending a lot of time with females over the last couple of years and I'm starting to become comfortable using their logic. It's surprisingly effective on females).

Even before I'd fully disappeared from sight, Nevaeh said urgently and excitedly, "Quick! While Mark's away, let me tell you what happened this morning. Every day since I moved here I've been asking Mark to make love to me, and this morning Julia and Ava FINALLY helped me convince him to do it. I'm no longer a virgin! It was the most FANTASTIC time I've EVER had! Mark is an INCREDIBLE lover!"

"It was great," agreed Julia. "I counted Nevaeh having TWELVE orgasms! You should see the mess they made out of her bed." I don't like people to lie unnecessarily, so this morning we'd gone to Nevaeh's room and fucked like crazy. Her room was shut up now just in case my girls wanted to let the SCS girls see and smell the result.

"I remember when I lost my virginity," contributed Ava. "The guy was pathetic. Nevaeh is so lucky that she gave hers to Mark."

"I'll say!" agreed Nevaeh. "I'm sure it's impossible for any guy to be as good at sex as Mark is."

My girls talked back and forth about how good I was at sex, then the SCS girls started joining in, especially those that had already lost their cherries. A VERY frank - and highly complimentary to me - sexual discussion was soon in full swing. My girls made sure that:

• The SCS virgins knew that they could never find anyone better than me to take their virginity, and that they should be incredibly honored if I gave them that favor.

• The SCS non-virgins received my girls' heartfelt sympathy for the terrible and pathetic - compared to me - experiences they'd gone through.

• All the girls were greatly aroused by the VERY explicit and complimentary details my girls provided. (I'd been utterly shocked when I'd first discovered how explicit girls were in their private conversations. It'd shattered several of my naïve preconceptions about the gentler sex. When guys are alone they lie about sex to each other, but when girls are alone they divulge EVERYTHING!)

It was done in ways that made me seem God's gift to girlkind, in two very important ways:

• I was physically superb. The girls already knew that. I'd been in a pair of Speedos just before Donna had called me away, and the first-contact nine had already gossiped many times about what I looked liked naked, especially how impressive my cock was. My Speedos and a slightly go-harded cock had made that obvious just minutes ago.

• I was emotionally wonderful. Nevaeh raved about how cautious I was to take her virginity, how I had NEVER pressured her, how even though we knew we would become lovers I was letting her take as long as she needed, and how I had become her lover only after Julia and Ava had helped Nevaeh convince me it was good for all our relationships. Apparently I had even checked with Carol to make sure that she approved of Nevaeh and me becoming lovers. Nevaeh said, "I know that guys can't resist my body, but until this morning Mark gave NO sign that he even knew I had a body. He always talks to my eyes and never stares at my breasts the way guys do. He truly values me far more as a person than as a lover. No wonder God has such a high opinion of him." It's very useful being able to operate a second visual center with a sight blob because I can easily talk to a gorgeous girl or a whole room full of them, and my eyes will never stray. That's because my sight blob is doing all the visual straying for me, and all the perving too. It gives girls the impression that I'm a sincerely moral guy, so it's a great trick.

Twenty minutes after I'd left, when Julia gave my sight blob the hand signal to indicate it was the right time, I sent her a text message saying: "I'll be helping Donna until dinnertime. Please apologize for me. Also, please do the eliminations before they go home. I trust your judgments."

Julia read my message out loud, and the SCS girls were very disappointed.

Carol told them, "I only have secondhand knowledge of what Mark is like sexually, but I have firsthand knowledge of what it's like to be his sister. He ALWAYS puts Donna and me ahead of other people. He would rather spend the afternoon helping Donna than playing around in a pool with two dozen naked girls. When you see him next, he'll apologize for not being here and you'll be able to see that he's sorry for letting you down, but he won't be sorry for himself the way other guys would be. He would truly prefer to spend time helping Donna than seeing all of you naked."

Although disappointed, the SCS girls couldn't go home because they had to wait for my girls to do the eliminations, thus my girls had about three hours to work on them. They spent about half the time talking about sex. Carol had to be careful, and usually introduced her comments with, "Remember the time you told me about...", but otherwise the terribly explicit details poured out.

They didn't spend all the time talking about sex because that's not the best way to excite or seduce girls. Julia saved the coup de grâce for near the end: she invited the girls inside to see her, Carol's and Nevaeh's clothes in their recently enlarged walk-in closet.

You could buy houses - plural - for the cost of what was hanging in our closet, so I'm sure you can imagine what an orgasmic experience it was for the SCS girls. One very good aspect of it was that by now Nevaeh had a very large collection of clothes, fuelling the SCS girls' fantasies that the same might quickly happen to them.

Fortunately none of our visitors were astute enough to spot the problem with Nevaeh's clothes: that they'd been chosen faster and with less discrimination than was ideal because Julia had been concerned about the damage my image was suffering by my having a girlfriend who didn't dress well enough. Now that Nevaeh had quickly acquired a 'reasonable' selection of clothes, Julia and Nevaeh were looking forward to being able to more carefully get exactly the right clothes for her. Honestly, that's what Julia had said; I couldn't make up nonsense like that. What gets me is that Julia actually seems to believe it, rather than just using it as a tongue-in-cheek excuse. Her apparent belief had a practical use for once because over the course of the ensuing clothing discussion, Julia and my other girls several times commented that the girls who were with me HAD to look spectacular for the sake of my image. Their audience took that as justification for spending a fortune on wonderful clothes, but it would also serve as a justification for my girls eliminating all the non-beautiful SCS girls shortly.

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[[In the interest of fairness, I have to insert an explanation here. I can't resist joking about my girls' 'fondness' for fashion, but I'm not really being fair to them. At this point it's been just over a year since we became seriously rich as a result of settling our lawsuit with the Government for the DHS's and CIA's kidnapping and 'losing' of me and my body. My girls, ably led by Julia, did go insane over clothes shopping for quite a while, but they've calmed down in the last few months. I'm sure they would've outgrown their excesses anyway, but I believe that was hastened by the shame Julia felt when I ambushed her with how she hadn't noticed my body changing into the Archangel Michael's. That didn't instantly cure her, as not long after she got too excited over choosing Donna's party dress when we were preparing to expose the FBI's surveillance van. That wasn't as selfish of Julia because Donna thought it was her first chance to "come out" as a sexy young woman with me and Julia had wanted to help her, but those two events were a lesson to Julia and she did start reducing her level of shopping insanity.

In recent months clothes shopping has become something that still needs to be taken seriously, but it's acknowledged as being only an important part of life rather than an all-consuming passion. Thus, during my SCS project, my girls were exaggerating their enthusiasm for clothes shopping as a way of building up the SCS girls' excitement. I'll try to restrain my jokes about it, but I can't make any promises.

In many ways clothes shopping is like having sex. For those few of you who can't immediately see the similarity, I'll explain it. Let's start with sex (that'd still be my choice). I've been gaining a lot of experience in that area over the last few years, and it's taught me a few things. One of my surprising lessons is that there is indeed such a thing as "meaningless sex". It's still enjoyable, but not as much as when there is some connection between the girl(s) and me. There's a clear enough trend in my diminishing enjoyment of meaningless sex, that I know that one day I'll find it not worth the bother. I'm already uninterested in the stupid letters I get from girls offering "to do anything you want." I intellectually understand why meaningless sex is a waste of time, yet sometimes still seek and enjoy it when there's plenty of thrill in the chase.

I've been wondering why the chase for meaningless sex still has any thrill and emotional appeal. I'm aware that my playing around is not ideal for my inner-core girls, so I'm trying to understand my interest in doing it. Mom and Dad tell me that I'll outgrow it, but I need to be seen doing that before I stop or my girls won't accept my stopping. I've decided that I've been brainwashed by society. Ever since I was old enough to be programmable, society has been teaching me that I must "succeed", and society has been helpfully providing a definition of what that means. There are all sorts of measures like having a fancy car, living in a fancy house, being rich, etc., but there's one measure which is greater than all of those: successful guys get the girls! In movies, the hero ALWAYS gets the girl. The hero's car, house and wealth are secondary; getting the girl is paramount. In this respect movies do accurately reflect society's values. I'm sure you can think of many other examples of the ways in which society stupidly equates having a girl with being happy and successful, and not having one with being a sad failure. Thus, I conclude, my pursuit of many girls is largely motivated by my desire to prove myself successful, and no doubt also partly motivated by sex being such great fun (thank goodness society's definition of success isn't having a large stamp collection). Coming from such a bad place emotionally before my first suicide, I'm apparently in need of a lot of self-convincing that I am succeeding, but I expect that sooner rather than later I'll have absorbed that lesson, and my desire to play around will diminish. I kind of look forward to it.

From a female perspective, clothes shopping - more generally, making themselves look as beautiful as possible - is one of the measures of success that they've been programmed to treat as very important. It's not their primary goal, but they measure themselves and each other by it, put a lot of effort into it, and take a great deal of pride in their appearance. I suspect it's probably analogous to a guy wanting to be rich as both are means to an end - although some people lose sight of that - and are important factors in the mating game. My girls did go to excess once they had more money than they knew what to do with. Their attitude to that issue is maturing, as is mine to sex. Theirs is actually maturing quite a lot faster than mine, so I definitely shouldn't insult their attitude to clothes shopping.

Here's an important safety tip for my male readers: Do NOT try to explain to your girlfriend that her buying lots of clothes gives you justification for having sex with other girls. I may have explained to you why they are logically similar, but I promise you that there is no way in the world any girl will ever see the logical connection. You'd be incredibly stupid to even try. This warning shouldn't be necessary, but guys do have a history of being incredibly stupid about sex, and even dumber than that when they think they have a chance to arrange a threesome with their girlfriend and some other girl.

Despite all this maturing stuff that's going on, I still like to make jokes about my girls' enthusiasm for clothing. From any guy's perspective, my girls' attitudes are still well over the top; just as from any girl's perspective, my enjoying playing around with more girls is immaturely boyish. Our maturing certainly hasn't removed the fun from those activities or from joking about them. My girls will play dress-up at the drop of a hat, and I'll chase a beautiful girl for sex regardless of whether or not she even owns a hat.

So what does all this maturing mean for the future? Not a great deal because it's a gradual change and it's still fun to regress occasionally. I mention it mostly because it would be unfair to my girls if you thought that shopping for clothes was something they were still crazy about. They're acting that way with the SCS girls to help my project.

I should have been writing more about my girls to keep you informed about their changes, but my Voyage of Discovery dominates my thoughts and it means that I keep leaving my loved ones behind, which discourages me from writing as much about them as I should. I feel guilty about that, hence this ramble. Just be aware that my girls are growing up and changing, especially Julia. The medium-term future is becoming a high priority for her. She starts her Bachelor of Business Administration in a month and she's very eager to get herself well prepared for our yet-to-be-created, world-changing (she's sure), business.]]

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Fifteen minutes later, the master bedroom was buried in a tornado of clothes, and the SCS girls were trying on stuff left, right and center, and also top and bottom. Between Julia being tiny, Ava slim, and Carol and Nevaeh voluptuous, there were three quite different body shapes, so the SCS girls could often find things to try on. With nearly thirty girls involved, it was absolute CHAOS! The girls were having a fantastic time.

At the frenzy's peak - something only a girl could judge as the whole thing would've seemed totally insane to me - Julia mentioned a particular dress to Nevaeh, who exclaimed, "It's in my room. I'll get it."

Nevaeh rushed away to get it - an especially lovely and impressive dress. On her return, she said, "Whew, my room STILL smells from all the sex Mark gave me. I still can't get over how fantastic he was at taking my virginity."

"That's a GREAT idea!" exclaimed Julia, as if the idea had just struck her.

"What?" asked Nevaeh in apparent puzzlement.

"We should ask Mark to be the fantastic first lover of the girls here who are still virgins. That way they'd get the absolute best possible experience of becoming a woman."

The type of chaos going on in the room changed, especially because some of the sexually active girls didn't see why the virgins should get a leg up in their pursuit of me. They'd already been flirting with me and had hopes that they'd be able to use sex to worm their way into my lifestyle (it's a very common female tactic, I'm happy to say). A few of them had gone as far as announcing their availability any time I wanted them, so my girls and I had felt safe in assuming that they would be noisily positive about being included now. They didn't let us down, loudly demanding the right to be fucked by me too. A few of the virgins were reluctant, but peer pressure and competitiveness quickly resulted in a strong consensus that all the girls should be allowed to have sex with me. A couple of the virgins were still skittish, but my girls ignored that.

[Not that it mattered, but Julia had already canvassed the girls for their virginity statuses. She'd told me that two-thirds of them said that they were virgins. Whether or not they were telling the truth had no bearing on my project's goals so we didn't care much. Interestingly, that proportion was true of both the beautiful and not-beautiful girls, which I'm sure reveals some insights into human society. You can think about that if you like, but you'd better be fast because I intend for zero-thirds of the beautiful girls to be virgins very soon.]

In her excitement over her clever idea, Julia grabbed her cellphone and called me. "Mark! We're having the BEST time! What a pity you're not here. Nevaeh said how fantastic you were at taking her virginity and I just had the idea that you should do the other girls the favor of taking their virginity. They're REALLY nice girls so they deserve the best and there's no one better than you. I'll put you on speaker so they can hear your answer."

The first thing I heard was most of the non-virgins clamoring to remind Julia that they wanted to be allowed to have sex with me, upset that Julia had once again forgotten to include them. She hadn't forgotten; it was just a good opportunity to get them to exert more pressure on their skittish peers.

Julia shushed them down so she could explain to me that, "ALL of them want sex with you, not just the virgins. No one wants to miss out."

I responded, "Thank you very much for your compliments and trusting me, but I don't believe your request is moral and I won't do it." With important issues it's ALWAYS best to use reverse logic on girls. They can sometimes force themselves to think logically about unimportant issues, but if they're even slightly emotionally worked up you simply can't expect them to behave so unnaturally.

^-- "Although I could hear lots of enthusiasm, I imagine that some of the girls are reluctant and are being swept along by peer pressure. I won't take advantage of girls under any circumstances, and I certainly don't want anyone to regret it afterward. Have you done the next elimination round yet?"

"No, not yet," answered Julia. "Why?"

"I didn't think you had, judging by the enormous noise I heard. To be moral, you have to allow girls to freely choose whether or not to ask me for sex. Obviously I wouldn't agree to have it with any girl who I didn't think was ready, but you shouldn't even put her in a situation where she feels pressured to ask me. The reason you're talking with those girls in the first place is to find me a girlfriend or two, and as being my girlfriend will naturally result in our having sex - obviously only when we both know we're ready and everyone else in our home likes and trusts the girl too - then it seems to me that what you should do now is have the elimination round, but let those girls who don't want sex with me to stand down before the votes are cast. That way we know that the girls who survive the round are those who truly want to have sex with me. If half or more of them don't want to be my girlfriend you won't even need to do any eliminations."

"Haha Mark. NONE of them are going to stand down! Any girl would KILL for the chance of being your girlfriend. They would have a FANTASTIC life! It would be the most wonderful thing that could ever happen to them! You're the most fantastic human being that GOD has ever seen on all the Earth and for all history, so none of us will ever meet anyone else who's even a tiny fraction of how wonderful you are. If I can put up with your jokes to be with you, they can easily have the best sex of their lives."

Julia's last comment didn't make sense - my jokes don't need putting up with - but in the spirit of the occasion I answered, "Haha. Very good, Julia! I'd better get back to Donna soon, before you give me any more backhanded compliments. Just because you, Ava and now Nevaeh are so happy to be my lovers, don't think you know better than the other girls about what is best for them. Please let them make their own decisions."

"I will. But are you sure you will let only the survivors of the elimination have a chance to sleep with you? I'm sure they all want to, so that means the ones that are eliminated will miss out."

"Stop thinking that sex is so important, Julia. There are many things in life more important than that." This is what guys always say when we want sex. Uttering that lie is programmed into our instincts because any prehistoric guy who didn't know that line never got any sex and was eliminated from the gene pool. "I was focused on giving the reluctant girls a chance to back down safely, and I didn't really think about others. I wasn't intending to promise to have sex with everyone who survives the elimination. I'd prefer to wait until..."

"You've GOT to, Mark! They REALLY want you! They know you're the best guy they'll ever meet."