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Rumors of Haven

Copyright© 2013 by Mark Gander

Chapter 49

Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 49 - A large number of people of both sexes, couples, families, etc. all meet up and share rumors, ideas, and plans concerning a new colony of survivors of the recent apocalypse: a place called Haven. They share other things, too, such as some very hot bodies.

Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   boy   girl   Ma/Ma   Mult   Teenagers   Consensual   NonConsensual   Rape   Gay   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Science Fiction   Post Apocalypse   Cheating   Slut Wife   Incest   Brother   Sister   BDSM   Rough   Gang Bang   Group Sex   Harem   Orgy   Polygamy/Polyamory   Swinging   Interracial   Black Male   Black Female   White Male   White Female   Oriental Male   Hispanic Female   Indian Female   White Couple   Anal Sex   Analingus   Cream Pie   Double Penetration   Exhibitionism   First   Oral Sex   Pregnancy   Sex Toys   Voyeurism   Public Sex   Nudism   Violence  

“Know thyself, know thy enemy. A thousand battles, a thousand victories.” - Sun Tzu

1645 hours, local time
Wednesday, 4 March, 2015
Bismarck State College
Bismarck, North Dakota

“So, my dear students, it is very important that you embrace the wave of the future, the ways of the Havenite faith that can unite this community under its auspices. It has often been stated, as a truism and cliche, that the youth of any nation are its future, but let us pause to consider the relevance and significance of such a claim. If you are the future, the destiny of this land, you must be the leaders in embracing a path forward out of the ashes and out of the abyss into which we have sunk since Doomsday. You are the ones who will secure a proper renovation and reconstruction of this society. Your elders have already begun this process, but it shall be left to you to carry it out in full. That is your responsibility and your sacred duty as the youth,” the Prophet Charles Tremaine admonished the student body at Bismarck State College now.

“So, this new religion, the one that our parents and some of us have already joined, it endorses polyamory, polygamy, promiscuity, prostitution, omnisexuality, incest, and so forth. It welcomes a baby boom and encourages people to breed like jackrabbits. It urges and favors May-December unions as well. It favors public nudity and public sexual congress. It essentially tells us to accept our natural, primal, animal urges here. It supports fourteen as the age of consent. Where was this religion when I was younger?” one of the students dared to ask.

“It didn’t exist yet, but now it does. It is a necessary one for the future in which we arise from the ruins of civilizations past. It is our best hope for a better way forward for this world, for this very society and social order. It sounds as if you are very positive about it, which is good. It’s best not to dwell on the troubles of the past, but rather to look to a better world yet to come. We must accept that this is our best chance to make a new and improved civilization for the greater good of all of us and of posterity. Remember, history and posterity will judge you for what you do today, just as they do with generations past.

“Tell me, what is it about this religion that appeals to you, young man?” Charles turned his attention fully to the student who spoke so boldly to him.

“You mean besides the freer attitude about nudity and sex?” the lad chuckled, making everyone else burst into laughter, “well, just that this seems to be a fully-fleshed out religion that can displace the foolish system of our forefathers and seems committed to creating a better sense of community and cooperation for the greater good.”

“I appreciate your candor on both points, my friend. Now, bear in mind that many others elsewhere are not so fortunate. Even now, members of certain communities that come to mind in western Pennsylvania, one in particular, have had to flee to West Virginia and Ohio to start fresh, thanks to the rise of certain fundamentalist politicians who have corralled various towns into this new ‘Keystone State’ business of theirs.

“Meanwhile, Harrisburg remains under allied military occupation, from various factions across said state squabbling and quarreling over the spoils of victory now that the radical feminist idiots have been crushed. That’s not even counting the folks living under Mafia puppet states in eastern Pennsylvania. Or those living in New Jersey, among other places. You’re very lucky to be living here under this present regime, trust me,” Charles told the young man.

“Actually, that division has turned into a full-on battle for control of the place, likely to become a war at this rate. Each faction is duking out for precincts and sectors inside the former state capital. The heaviest fighting is over downtown Harrisburg, but is far from limited to that district.

“The smaller, weaker factions are those from more central areas in Pennsylvania, and their prospects are dimming, to say the least, unless they can manage to coalesce, which they have yet to do. They have very powerful foes, of course, primarily those backed by Trenton, Philly, and Pittsburgh. There are reports, though, that they are seeking aid from Albany, to balance those threats,” Lavelle announced, serving once again as a messenger as well as the Prophet’s guardian angel.

“Is he ... an angel?” one of the students dared to ask Charles, who smiled before turning said student into a futa girl as a further demonstration of his power.

The crowd was amazed, both by the angelic presence and by the metamorphosis of the student. They were even more impressed when Lavelle began fucking the student in question and clearly breeding her, pumping in and out of her futa twat while Marcy appeared and pinned the first student to ride him good and hard. That was a surprise to everyone, not least Charles, who smiled at the sight of the lady angel taking that youth cowgirl-style. Suffice it to say that it was a day that none of them would forget.

“If this isn’t proof that this man is a Prophet of God, I do not know what would be. I am an angel, as you can see, and my name is Marcy. I was known as Marcy Swenson while I was alive as a mortal woman, of course, and I lived in St. Paul, Minnesota. My daughter is also the daughter of the Lawgiver, Mark Schumacher, the founder of Haven and of Havenism, the greatest Prophet of this age. This man, Charles Tremaine, is the fourth greatest Prophet, after only the Lawgiver, his sister Rachel, and the Prophet Adam Clarke. He is also a son of the Archangel Uriel,” Marcy told the throng while squeezing out every last drop of cum from the youth’s balls and creaming herself.

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