Chapter 46

“This is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.” - Sir Winston Churchill

0935 hours, local time
Saturday, 28 February, 2015
Rushmore Mall
Rapid City, South Dakota

The Prophet Charles Tremaine smiled as he watched Dandelion take on seventeen different guys since their arrival in the food court of the Rushmore Mall in Rapid City in the former state of South Dakota. He also enjoyed seeing the way that Justine, Susie, Miranda, Chantal, Anne, and Therese all bent over on nearby tables, gesturing to him for some reason. It quickly became clear. They wanted him to choose their partners this time around. They were far from alone in pulling trains, as every other woman in the group also did so, but these were the ones who made a point in asking him to select their gang-bang partners.

Charles started with the Mayor, followed by George Rickey, Oldrich Maus, Jens Faustus, Bill Stanford, Paul Wilhelm, Peter McNabb, Anthony Macduff, Ismail Daud, Archie Smythe, Father James Corcoran, and Pastor Olaf Hansted. Each of these took turns with each of the ladies in question, sometimes sharing them and taking their mouths or asses instead of their cunts. In any case, by now, it was clear that most of the ladies aged fourteen years and above were pregnant by someone, likely multiple folks, as Charles contemplated just now. He smiled as he remembered just how many of the women and teenage girls (and futanari) of the proper age his men and lads (and futanari) had inseminated since his cross-country travels began back in 2013.

“Bottoms up, eh?” God chuckled as he appeared at the Prophet’s side, three angels in tow.

“Do you want a turn with more of the ladies, Lord?” Charles grinned, even as he began humping Sylvia Solis and Donna Blanc in turns.

“I don’t mind if I do,” God laughed as he began screwing Vanessa and Adrienne in turn by the Prophet’s side.

Meanwhile, Mike, Tim, Ralph, and George all began screwing Karen Macduff together, even as Smitty and Brig shared Chloe Barth, and Richard and Jeremy did the same with Rani Smythe. This further applied to Joey, Doc, Hank, Al, Linus, Rupert, Larry, Bill, Simon, and Kirk among others, pounding local ladies all over the food court. This included some of the workers at the food court restaurants, which were admittedly fewer in number due to the collapse of the national and global fast food franchises. Even most of these ladies (and futanari) were already pregnant for the most part.

“Speaking of bottoms, right?” Jeanette teased God with a wink, spreading her cheeks to make her point.

“Well, you are a rather cheeky lass, aren’t you? I love that about you. Your father is a very great man and the only reason that he isn’t a Prophet himself is that he had a human father instead of an angelic one. He will certainly be considered a hero and a prominent figure in the renovation and restoration of civilization by posterity. I know that you’re madly in love with your own father and let me reassure you that there is nothing wrong with that. Quite the opposite, in fact. Who wouldn’t be in your case, right?

“Remember, folks, you need to leave here tomorrow morning and head out to North Dakota. I would make for either Bismarck or Fargo, depending on which one makes more sense by that time. You want to try to convert at least one fairly sizable town. We want a community big and strong enough to survive until such time as you return to the Dakotas. That might be a little while, as you have to finish the journey, reach Haven, encounter the Lawgiver, and then move to Montana for your ministry work there,” God instructed them while also secretly tweaking things to make sure that even already pregnant locals were also seeded now.

“It should also be noted that there are plans by some folks in Sioux Falls to possibly attack you. The newest leadership in Sioux Falls has just consolidated its power under the auspices of one Ernest Baird. Baird is a supposedly former Imperial Wizard of the Ku Klux Klan, so you can perhaps infer what his motives and ideas might be. He would have to cross a considerable amount of land with a sizable military force and there are plenty of towns in the way, so it might be a while. This will buy you time to prepare and fortify against such an attack. Still, it is a real threat to you and your community in time,” Lavelle told them, even as he followed God’s silent orders and began humping some of the local ladies, along with the other angels.