Chapter 43

“So, do we get to be official wives, husbands, and members of the clergy as well as of the harem?” Onay asked me, even as Megan kissed the back of my neck and the twins, Vanessa and Vicky, held hands with me.

“Yes, of course! Though this does mean that the press in your case is quite literally in bed with the State,” I teased her a bit.

“Cute! I love that about you!” Rita told me, “that and the fact that you knew that I’d be cool with you ripping my dress and taking me like that!”

“Honey, you’re cut from the same cloth as your mother. It was pretty obvious that you would be good with it, and you had every chance to object ... you didn’t, not even on the first slight tear on your dress. And you’re right, of course. That was an expensive dress, but now it symbolizes the moment that you joined the harem, dear. Welcome to the family! The Schumacher family!” I encouraged Rita, even as Janice and Simone made out with each other in front of us.

“Hey, what about Philly? Is he gonna join the harem, too?” Herb wondered now.

“It’s quite conceivable, but we’ll see. In any case, today is definitely the first day of the rest of my life ... and yours. It’s a new beginning for me, at forty years of age, the head of a new government and church that will surely someday dominate the globe. I just choose to use a more nuanced approach to that conquest, knowing that I have plenty of time to achieve it. Like a cat, I can play with my prey before I pounce upon it.

“Yes, Herbert, Hubert, you two are now Schumachers ... and equals to your wives among the spouses. They’re just gonna have to accept that reality. You’re all in subservience to me, after all. Your wives are now Schumachers and equals to you among the spouses as well ... and to each other. And to your daughter, Rita, who appears to not ... quite belong to you, biologically, Herb. Am I right or what?” I probed deeper with my questions.

“Well ... no ... Simone told me when we got together, originally, that she wasn’t the faithful kind of wife and that she expected me to support her affairs, her way of life. She also told me that she wasn’t a hypocrite, even though she intended to wear the pants. When I asked her what she meant, she told me ... well, she can quote herself better on this than I can,” Herb explained.

“That turnabout is fair play, my dear. Sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. I wanted him to not only support my lifestyle, but fully participate in it. I wanted him to have some skin in the game, too, so he couldn’t change his mind later and accuse me of infidelity. I didn’t want him taking the coward’s way out by watching, recording, and using it against me when he was tired of sharing me. I didn’t want him to get frustrated, either.

“Besides, the men that I fucked tended to have wives, and why should they be left out of the festivities? I wanted to share him as he shared me. I wanted to pimp him out to my friends, too, and I did. He wasn’t gonna go cuckold on my watch,” Simone assured me,”

“I see. So, he knew what kind of marriage it was, what kind of wife you were, and what kind of husband he would need to be. He knew that there was a reasonable chance that you would have another man’s baby. Who was Rita’s father, anyway?” I asked out of sheer morbid curiosity.

“Biologically? I don’t know and I don’t care. It could have been any of the various men who graced my bed over the years. All that I know is that Herb has been a great Daddy to Rita the whole time and he’s even done my bidding by sleeping with her when she needed it. And, yes, I mean ‘sleeping’ as a euphemism for sex. Yeah, I know that he didn’t make her, but it never bothered him or me or her.

“I sometimes wonder if Hubert and he are sterile or something. Because it can’t be a coincidence that neither has sired any children, that Hubert’s marriage was monogamous until today, and that the only one of the four of us who has bred is me. It would be strange, but theoretically possible if it happened,” Simone elaborated a bit.

“Somewhat like that weird, uncanny, unnatural chill in the air that morning, in April of this year, when it felt a bit unseasonably cold in Arizona of all places,” I noted.

“Oh, yeah, that morning when I showed up. Well, to be fair, it wasn’t in Maricopa County, was it? It was far enough north to be plausible and escape most of our attention at the time. But even for Payson, yeah, it was a bit on the cool side. It wasn’t like we lived in Flagstaff or Prescott or even Show Low. Just sayin’,” Nydia pointed out with excellent logic.

“I still wonder if this plan to have me bed that many lovers is gonna work, but recalling incidents like that reinforces to me just how bizarre and supernatural things already are for me. It makes me wonder if just perhaps Marcy caused a bit of the chill herself. Is that true, Marcy, babe ... if so, ‘fess up,” I asked Shelby’s literally angelic mother.

“Yep. Guilty as charged! I wanted to push things along, honey, and it worked! Nydia was safely inside before you knew it and she wormed her way back into your heart, because she never fully left it, did she? Deep down, she was yours and she knew it, but it was hard to fight back against her own upbringing, after all. That was the whole gist of it. You weren’t too far wrong when you said that she would always be yours, babe. And now her parents are yours, too,” Marcy confessed to me with a wink.

“That we are, and we deeply regret what we did to our sweet girl, too,” Cherry assured us all.

“That we do. Though it turned out well enough, it’s the wrong way to treat one’s flesh and blood for sure. All for the same cult that repressed my old sexuality. Until I was transformed by you, good sir, I was as gay as the day was long, and it was wrong for the Mormon Church to expect me to be less than my true self. I will always regret shoving that down Nydia’s throat, as well as deceiving Cherry, but at least something good came out of it,” Raymond admitted as well.

“Yes, it did, because I get to fuck Mom and both of my Daddies! I love that ... especially getting fucked in the ass by you guys ... and rimming Mom ... and sucking her tits! I love doing my sisters, cousins, brothers, sister-wives, etc. I love that Elaine’s now my stepmother as well as my aunt. I love that Hershel and Elaine are remarried now, aren’t they? This means that Elaine’s girls have two Daddies now, too. Elaine is both my stepmother and my aunt as well. I love that Daryl is my husband once more for real, even though not my main hubby, who is still Master! Fuck it, I love it all!” Nydia exclaimed, even as she locked lips with every man and woman around her that she could.

“I love that we’re both pregnant together,” Cherry reminded our daughter ... yes, Nydia was indeed MY daughter as well as Raymond’s and Cherry’s.

“Me, too, Mama!” Nydia slipped her own mother some thirsty tongue.

“I love that this makes both Daddy and Uncle Hershel my fathers in a very real sense. Doesn’t that also make Aunt Rachel one of my many Mommies, too? And Katrina, for that matter!” Shelby asked Marcy, who nodded.

“It’s a lovely thing ... so many flavors of incest and other once forbidden pleasures. I really dig the twincest thing between Vanessa and Vicky, for instance, and the Daddy-daughter action between Herbert and Rita. It’s all pretty fucking hot, if you ask me! Hey, why don’t you resurrect my late husband? Pretty please? I still miss him and I don’t love you any less for it, you know. I can summon his ghost. He’s not in Heaven. Very few folks go there these days,” Marcy pleaded with me, tearing at my heartstrings.

“Naturally. Do it. Summon your late husband. Rick, wasn’t it?” I encouraged Marcy, who wept for joy and gratitude as she called forth her first husband’s spirit.

The soul or specter or shade appeared with record speed, probably due to his lingering affection for his now celestial bride. She whispered to him briefly and he nodded, at which point she gestured for me to come closer and I did. I touched the floating apparition, as I had done so much already, and bam! He had a body again, although with the same seal, the Mark of Mark, above his butt. He was mine. I owned him. He was an undead person, too. He would be no threat at all and we all knew it.

“Richard Allen Gordon, you are now Richard Allen Schumacher, part of the harem. Your wife has become my wife, but she is now OUR wife. Understand that I control your destiny from this day forward. Welcome back to the land of the living, Rick. Just remember that your ass is now literally mine,” I told him, though it was really unnecessary ... from what I had seen, my undead playthings yearned to serve me.