Chapter 44

“What the actual fuck? I was ... minding my own business, going through my scrapbook, and drinking some fine brandy ... and then ... wham! I’m ... where again? And why is everyone naked? Who are you? Why is Sidney alive and looking like he’s a teenager again? What the actual hell?” Lynn shouted after we revived her.

“My name is Mark Schumacher ... and this is my happy home! This is my very big, very happy family! I’ve even added your late husband to it after resurrecting him. You see, I’m a Prophet, the Lawgiver, as well as the Mayor of Haven of these days. That’s the name of this community, Lynn. These are my parents, who I’ve also resurrected, among others. These are some of my wives, starting with my first wife, Cherry, and my stepdaughter-wife, Nydia.

“These are my two Assyrian lionesses, Ninve and Sandra. This is my firstborn daughter, Shelby, and this is her mother, Marcy, who happens to be an angel, as you can see. They are all married to me, as are my other grown daughters, Mira and Naomi, along with my sister, Rachel, and her long-term partner, Katrina. This is Mira’s mother, Wendy, and this is Naomi’s mother, Sharon. This is my adopted son, Mark Schumacher, Junior, and his mother-wife, Tina... , “ I started introducing folks.

“Wait, what? Prophet? Lawgiver? Haven? Mayor? Angel? Wives? Stepdaughter-wife? Mother-wife? Oh, my God! I’ve died and gone to Hell! What the fuck?” Lynn panicked, being completely alien to this and not having time to acclimate and not having witnessed my full power yet.

“Nope, far from it, my sweet Lynn,” I told Lynn, pushing her blonde locks from her face, “anyway, let’s just say that you’re not in Kansas anymore. Or Minnesota in this case.”

“Schumacher, Schumacher, yeah, I remember you now ... respectable Jewish middle-class folks, maybe even a bit upper middle-class. I remember you now ... Mark. I used to have the biggest crush on you! How could I have missed it ... oh, that’s because you look so different! Look, I know that I was a beast to you, but that was ... because I wanted you and my parents were not keen on me digging a Jew. They were ... Nazis. Sorry, but that’s the truth. My parents were Nazis,” Lynn told me to my utter shock.

“Shhh ... it’s fine, babe. Wait, did that part of St. Paul have a secret Nazi cell or club or something? That’s two ... no, three Nazis that I know of for sure in that area! Minnesota ain’t exactly known for Nazi sympathies or activity, you know,” I thought aloud, but Marcy laughed in response to something now.

“No, don’t you get it, sweetie ... Hershel is Lynn’s half-brother! Sidney went from being sodomized by the brother to bedding the sister, and he did ... instinctively, don’t you see? This effectively makes Lynn another of your sisters, babe! You really should fuck her ... here and now! How about it, Lynn? Want to fulfill your girlish crush? Want to join the harem?” Marcy encouraged Lynn, who responded by dropping her pajamas to get on all fours and welcome me balls deep inside her slick and slippery gash.

“So ... she’s Aunt Lynn, then?” Jane asked me and I nodded to confirm it.

“Here, then, Auntie!” Jane exclaimed as she parted Lynn’s cheeks and started rimming her with abandon.

“You’re my sister now, Lynn. Get used to being taken by kith and kin. It’s your life these days,” Rachel told Lynn with a sultry tongue kiss before lowering her tits so that our new sister could suck them, “yeah, suck my tits as much as you like! Trust me ... incest is the only way to live!”

“Someone’s already creaming herself, too!” Megan laughed while sucking on Lynn’s clit and pussy lips.

“Oh ... my ... fucking ... God ... oh, God!” Lynn screamed as she squirted all over my dick and I exploded within her rather pink and ready snatch.

“Damn, girl, you were quite eager! Not that I mind in the least, but you went for it, honey!” I beamed as I pulled Lynn up and kissed her hard on the mouth.

“I’m ... yours ... now ... right? I’m ... one of your ... wives? I’m in your harem?” Lynn asked me for assurance.

“Yep. Welcome to the family. The Schumacher family, dear. As of this moment, you’re Lynn Schumacher. One of my many wives, babe. Just as Sidney is now Sidney Schumacher, one of my husbands. Vanessa and Vicky are now Vanessa and Vicky Schumacher. Megan here is Megan Schumacher. Rita is now Rita Schumacher. Simone is Simone Schumacher. Janice is Janice Schumacher. Rick is Rick Schumacher. Herbert is Herbert Schumacher. Hubert is Hubert Schumacher.

“Mitch is Mitch Schumacher. Sandeep is Sandeep Schumacher. Onay is now Onay Schumacher. You get the idea. I will need to ordain each of you into the church priesthood and as elders soon, not to mention the formal nuptials, but yeah, you’re all in the harem. Including you, young man ... and your mother. What are your names, again?” I turned to the youth that I buggered earlier along with his mom.

“Tanya and this is Leo, my son. We’re Schumachers now, too?” the mother asked as I entered her now and hit it hard from the back.

“Hell to the yes, babe! Welcome to the harem!” I told her emphatically while pounding the hell out of her juicy MILF slit.

“Oh ... damn ... fuck ... oh, God! OHHHH ... MY ... GAWWDDD!” Tanya screamed at the top of her lungs, making me glad that the house was acoustically fixed just right.

“You ready to conceive, as every woman who fucks me today will?” I warned Tanya, who just outright lost any self-control at that moment.

“YYYESSS! Hump ... me ... pump ... me ... just don’t dump me! Fill ... me ... up! Knock ... me ... up!” Tanya pleaded for a new bambino and I was more than ready to slip her my seed.

I filled Tanya up with my load and she rose, unsteady on her feet. She then put her arms around my neck and kissed me shamelessly on the lips. The deed was done, but I was far from finished, as I discovered when Donald’s matron from earlier walked over to me and gave me a very wet French kiss as well. That was fitting, as she was clearly French herself.

“Manon Duclos. I’ve come a long way since my days as a young Communist, haven’t I? Yeah, I grew up in the Party, believing in Marx and Engels, all that stuff. I grew a bit jaded over time, especially once it became clear what a failure the Soviet Bloc was. But I’ve wanted to believe in something ... visionary ever since. I tried Scientology, Le Pen’s brand of French revanchism, anarchism, even Jehovah’s Witnesses. They all let me down. You ... though ... you won’t let me down. You’re a Prophet! You’re the Lawgiver! Hell, you’re a God-King!” the French cougar exclaimed as she sat on an armchair and wrapped her legs around me.

I pushed and I was inside Manon as easily as I might dip some fondue. The former Commie definitely was in earnest. She wanted that dick and she was determined to get it. I pounded her with her face looking up at me like I was truly her personal Lord and Savior. It was heady wine indeed to have what superficially semed a cool and collected, sophisticated, even elegant European lady prove how much of a natural true believer type she was by putting her faith in me.

When I erupted inside Manon’s luscious, furry, slippery slit, she creamed herself very vocally in French three times consecutively. She kept my cock engulfed by her hungry snatch, not letting it go just yet. I pulsed harder as I spurted out some remnants while she came a fourth and last time. She rose and pushed me onto the armchair while pushing Tamara on top of me. My Serbian cutie laughed and took full advantage of the chance to ride me, too, bouncing eagerly up and down on my rod without letting me go soft at all. She lit a cigarette while straddling my lap, her smoke blowing wickedly in my face as used me for her own pleasure.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t pass up the chance! Besides, we Eurotrash gals have to stick together in the former US of A!” Tamara teased me as she impaled herself hungry on my prick for the sheer joy of it.

“Are you kidding, babe? No need to apologize for craving my cock, you know! If you don’t know that by now, well, I’m not sure what to say to you!” I challenged her sass with some of my own.

“Do me ... a favor ... please! Bring ... Anton’s ex ... Kyra! I want to let bygones ... be ... bygones! I want to add her to the harem, please!” Tamara panted her request while still riding me rather desperately.