Chapter 40

“Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.” - Henry Van Dyke

“We have to hide to make love, but violence is done in broad daylight.” - John Lennon

0800 hours, local time
Friday, 20 February, 2015
Dubuque Senior High School
Dubuque, Iowa

“Attention, please! Let all students gather in the cafeteria for a special assembly. This is a very special event. Do not fear. Normal classes will resume soon enough, though the semester may well be prolonged in order to assure proper learning. This is your principal, Andrea Mercer. Let me restate, this is a special assembly. Attendance by all students and faculty is required,” the principal’s silky voice rang out over the loudspeaker, announcing a special assembly in the cafeteria, of all places.

Mercer, a tall, elegant looking woman with her hair pulled up into a bun, did her best to keep calm while staring at the man standing in front of her. He was definitely not an ordinary man. This was due not only to the fact he was naked and those in his entourage were naked, but because he carried a staff and was obviously some kind of powerful being with superhuman abilities. This very fact, and the deference that the others in his retinue gave him, however subtle, only reinforced his authority and made her both nervous and aroused.

“So, this ... special assembly of yours, in it, you plan to introduce yourselves to the ... student body and the rest of the community this way. Your name is ... Charles Tremaine, you said? That name sounds familiar. As you can see, we have complied. What else do you have in mind?” Mercer awkwardly wondered, just seconds before Charles planted a kiss on her mouth, with a good amount of tongue.

The others then did the same, men and women alike, kissing her on the lips, with plenty of tongue, just like Charles. It was a bit of a shock, but she got the message. This was a very clear signal that the world that she knew was changed. It was a brave new fucking world alright, and not the one envisioned by Huxley, except for the distinct prospect of sexual promiscuity, of course. That was a possible situation that she didn’t mind quite as much, not if she was honest with herself.

“I am the Prophet Charles Tremaine, in case you missed it, and I have come to teach you people here some lessons in this community. Learn well, for I have little time and much to do, so I need your cooperation and your ... assistance in these matters. I intend to impart my knowledge and wisdom, and then to leave your community in the right, most capable hands. This is one of a number of model communities that will serve as beacons of light in the midst of the present Dark Age. You can help to lead the way, help me usher in the new dawn,” Charles was rather vague and cryptic, but quite honest, of course.

“I have heard of you, that is true. What did you exactly have in mind?” Mercer asked very nervously, clearly unsure of what to expect from this religious leader and his very naked tribe, “I will comply with whatever you command, as I have so far. The world has radically changed and the old ways are toast. You’re the boss here. You are clearly a Prophet.”

This was a shock and a change, and indeed, the allure of a more promiscuous society was undeniable, but was her role in this? As Mercer considered such a surprise, Charles put his arms around her waist and began unzipping her pants from behind. The principal could feel herself get a bit damp in the pants as she recalled his size and girth, not to mention the man’s height, bulk, and weight. He was a big, muscular guy, a giant of a man, and she felt very weak in the knees as his first wife, Justine, assisted him with removing her shoes and pants. When another hand slid down her panties, the reality of her situation gripped her.

All hesitation or reluctance, largely overcome by paralysis so far, now melted as Andrea felt herself bent over her own desk. Soft, feminine hands slid along her butt-crack down to her twat, tracing the length of her taint, even as she enjoyed the sensual touch. Andrea knew that what happened to her wasn’t something that would have been necessarily approved in the old days. She also knew that it was far from any kind of rape or assault in logical, ethical terms. She had not objected. Far from it, she had creamed herself as she experienced the big man’s hands on her flesh. She had even verbally offered her compliance and submission with his apparent authority, already sensing his intentions on some level.

Before she knew what was what, Charles Tremaine was inside her from behind, slowly entering and exiting her dripping wet snatch with every stroke. Andrea bit her bottom lip as she felt a tongue gliding along the crack of her ass, too, kissing, licking, and tasting her anus. She then felt another tongue added to the equation, and she experienced additional pleasure of a sort that could scarcely be described. It wasn’t a very lengthy encounter, it was clearly meant to be a quickie, and she knew it, as it had to be, but it was one that she would remember for the rest of her days.

“Take ... me ... do it ... seed me ... breed me!” she implored the Prophet, who was only too happy to oblige as he pumped in and out of her slippery gash.

As more of the cock penetrated her, bottoming out inside her, Andrea then moaned with ecstasy from the two tongues invading her backdoor as well. When she climaxed at last from this triple attack on her senses, overloading her brain, Charles thrust one more time and spurted out rope after rope of his spunk inside her cunt. Andrea rose shakily to her feet as she recovered from the penetration of her sweet pussy by Charles.

“Okay, that was very great, but we are far from done today, all of us,” Charles warned Andrea, who realized rather suddenly that she had the classic signs rumored to be linked to Schumacher Syndrome.

“This wasn’t just about breeding me, was it? You wanted to infect me with Schumacher Syndrome, which is evidently real, so I would be insatiable for cock and pussy and ass! Well, sir, you got your way, and I will gladly surrender to this ... condition and everything that you wish! Your agenda is now mine, sir!” Andrea Mercer, the Principal of Dubuque Senior High School, declared as she prepared to put on her panties.

“Not so fast, ma’am. Keep those panties off and the rest of your clothes, for that matter. Take off your top! I want you to walk naked with me into the cafeteria. I have my reasons. Trust me, the clothes won’t be missed! You will do quite well without them! Now, hurry up and strip for us, so we can join the student body ... or is that bodies?” Charles encouraged Andrea, who winked, licked her lips, and made it clear that she wasn’t thinking as much like an administrator right then.

Then again, who could think like that when there was such a major, life-changing event such as what was increasingly obvious would happen? Andrea thought a lot about that while they now walked to the cafeteria to join the students already present. She stood proudly in the nude, with the Prophet’s cum leaking down her thighs from her creamy twat, much to the utter surprise of the whole student body. They had seen a lot of wild things since Fireball Day, but the sight of their high school principal walking into the cafeteria in her birthday suit with a whole tribe of nudists was the most astonishing one yet.

“Attention, please! This is the Prophet Charles Tremaine and his ... family. They are here to guide us in this school and community, to teach us important lessons in rebuilding and improving this place. We are making a new society out of the ashes of the old, and the Prophet here is going to enlighten us on how to do so. The old morals have to be thrown out with the rubbish and we must learn a new and better way of life. Prophet, sir,” Andrea presented and introduced Charles and his tribe to the student body and faculty.

“Alright, then. I want all of the male students to stand up and disrobe, right here, right now. That’s right. There we go. Every male student, get naked! That’s good. Now, Andrea, bend over that table right there. I want Mike to fuck her while Justine fluffs each male student in turn. Mike, fuck Andrea good and hard, to make sure that she’s even more lubricated, as well as having more seed to help her conceive. Justine, my dear, get fluffing. There, that’s right, suck that young man’s dick, just as he needs to get him ready to plow his principal,” Charles ordered them, much to their delight, including the first youth’s.

“I take it that this is to be ... a quickie?” Mike chuckled, even as Andrea moaned with her in a fast-approaching climax.

The principal knew that every stroke of Mike Hawkins inside her brought her closer to release and she couldn’t believe her good luck. She was being taken, good and rough, by yet another hard man in front of her many students, a massive audience to witness her sexual bliss. Her ecstasy was expressed in undeniable moans that were followed by throaty growls, after which she shrieked as she felt each pulsation of that rod inside her folds. At last, though, she creamed herself while listening to Justine suck off her first young man in the queue and while knowing that Mike admired her luscious bottom.

“Do it, Mike. She’s cumming now ... cum with her. Seed her. Breed her,” Charles instructed his co-husband, who had been sharing women with him ever since Justine became theirs, to be followed by so many more.

Mike didn’t need any more encouragement, emptying his balls through his cock into Andrea’s dripping, soaking wet gash. He withdrew and the first lad entered Andrea from behind to begin pumping with the usual, overzealous haste of a youth inside a slick, warm, and ready snatch. He also admired his principal’s fine booty, which was hard to ignore, not to mention her long, lithe body and legs. He didn’t take long to explode, of course, even as Justine sucked off his successor. The trail of his jizz, mixed with that of Charles and Mike, now oozed down Andrea’s thighs toward her calves in front of everyone.

As the next youth entered Andrea and Justine began fluffing yet another lad, the first one looked a little flustered and embarrassed. He was also unsure where to go next, but when he prepared to get dressed, Charles gestured to stop. He then touched the boy with his gem, changing him in front of everyone into a futa. It was shocking, of course, but what else was new? The whole situation was bizarre, just like so much since Doomsday. It was a brave new world, wasn’t it, and there was no roadmap that this new futa girl could see.

As the next few boys took their turns being serviced by Justine first, and then Andrea, each one of them was turned for their part. They all stood in confusion and surprise, unsure of what to expect for their futures, now that they were basically girls in all ways but one. Anatomically, everything about them was female, including the presence of cunts, but they retained their pricks and balls, of course. That was the point of futanari, the new third sex. They were meant to be another option for both ladies and gents to explore as well as themselves.

This pattern continued until exactly one half of the male students had been turned, after which it stopped. The male percentage of the student body had dropped by half, so were roughly one quarter, that is one-fourth, of the entire population. It was noticeable that the wimpiest, most effeminate, most androgynous male students had been the bulk of those selected for such changes, as if they were already halfway there. It was less about physical weakness, though that was a factor, and more about a certain lack of mental toughness about those guys who were now futa gals. These were the ones most likely to find life as futanari attractive in the first place. The line had been organized efficiently with that in mind.

“Now, let’s have the male teachers and other staff enjoy Andrea next, followed by the other men and futanari of my tribe,” Charles arranged the next phase of the gang-bang, which was certainly done with an eye toward raising everyone’s level of arousal.