Chapter 42

“Love of one is a piece of barbarism, for it is practiced at the expense of all.” - Friedrich Nietzsche

1715 hours, local time,
Friday, 20 February, 2015
The Novak Residence
Dubuque, Iowa

“So, in essence, I now have three wives instead of one, but all three are pregnant by other men. I will get to breed them myself in time, though, is that right?” Casper Novak, a rather successful probate lawyer, clarified, “I have been a good Catholic family man most of my life, but you are telling me that you teach the true word of God and you have revealed authority as a true Prophet.”

“Yes, and I should point out that your wife is among many infected with something called Schumacher Syndrome. That’s not really a disease, but it is a highly communicable condition that makes us hyperfertile, hypersexual, omnisexual, and immune to all disease. If you engage in sexual congress with her, you will not only condone her actions, which I believe that you should, but you will also become ‘infected’ with Schumacher Syndrome. You will never be the same man again, but a lot better, of course. It is best for all of us, including you,” Charles now informed Marlene’s husband, who looked at his adulterous wife and her proposed sister-wives.

“Actually, I would love to be one of his wives, too,” one of the young ladies, a cheerleader named Brenda Tupper, made her case by somersaulting in the nude in front of him.

“So would I! Come on, Mr. Novak, let us be your wives, too!” another cheerleader, Rosio Morales, encouraged the man by doing some moves of her own.

“What if the whole squad voted to become wives to Mr. Novak? It’s not like this would be an exclusive marriage, after all. We could fool around with others, with each other, etc. and he could fool around, too, of course. Yes, we’re pregnant, but we’re all proving our fertility, and the next buns in our ovens would be his.

“What do you say? If I can deliver the entire cheerleading squad to you as wives, would you consent to that, to joining the faith, to taking leadership over this community and this congregation, the first Havenite church in all of Iowa?” the captain of the cheerleading squad, Amanda Barber, proposed now, getting nods from the whole squad.

“But ... but ... Jessamine is my niece and she’s on the squad, too! You’re really okay with marrying your own uncle, Jessie?” Casper Novak’s weakening resolve now shook with his increasingly flimsy and half-hearted rebuttals.

“Oh, Uncle Casper, you have no idea how much I want to ride your cock and have you inside me! Right, Mom? Mom wants to marry you, too, don’t you, Mom? You want to marry your own brother!” Jessamine surprised her uncle with the presence of his own sister, whom she had contacted a little earlier to join them.

“And no one has gotten me pregnant since I gave birth to Jessie here. You’d get to put our incest love child in my womb right away ... how about it, bro?” Natasha Michaud, nee Novak, told her brother, always secretly craving him since before her husband was killed on Fireball Day in Paris.

“Well, in that case,” Casper cleared his throat before allowing his sister to unzip his pants and straddle his cock.

“See, I know my man. He resists because he has doubts and religious baggage, but at heart, he wants this as much as I do. You’re going to have a lot of wives, dear, and we’re all going to treat you very well and love you very much. Just make sure that you return the favor. Oh, wait, you’re getting Schumacher Syndrome. You’ll have more than enough love for all of us. Before this, you could take on maybe three or four wives. Now, once you contract it, you’ll have plenty in the tank for us,” Marlene now laughed as she watched her husband get it on with his own sister.

“It’s going to be glorious, no doubt,” Charles chuckled while Susie and Miranda awaited their turn with Casper Novak.