Chapter 56

“A lot of Washington state is beautiful. You have just tons of mountains, beautiful bodies of water, you have a lot of rolling hills in eastern Washington. I’m biased, obviously, but there’s not a lot of places in the world that are like where I grew up.” - Joe Harris

0945 hours, local time
Friday, 13 March, 2015
Wenatchee Valley College
Wenatchee, Washington

“My friends, let me be clear. In my travels, what I have found across the former United States of America is a study in contrasts. Darkness and light. Hope and hopelessness. Terror and courage. Strength and weakness. Fecklessness and fortitude. Togetherness and selfishness. Harmony and discord. Liberty and tyranny. Hysteria and reason,” the Prophet Charles Tremaine continued his address to the student body at Wenatchee Valley College on the main campus.

There was considerable attention given to him, mostly because he described things that he and his tribe had witnessed in their journey across the now Balkanized America. They were very fascinated by the tales related by the Prophet, who spoke of various experiences that he had during his sojourn everywhere from Vermont to Idaho and now Washington Province (formerly Washington State). He kept the audience spellbound as he recalled such as baptisms, weddings, war councils, orgies, traveling by bus, escaping Powerball (who had since taken over New York State), and the confrontation with James Cavendish. That didn’t even count when the Prophet and Mike Hawkins killed those thugs who had raped and tortured the family as well as murdered Gaston.

By the end of his speech, or sermon, depending on how one thought of it, everyone was on their feet, giving the Prophet a standing ovation. The applause rocked the auditorium, after which one student after another, of both sexes (Wenatchee didn’t have any futanari ... yet), shed their clothes and stood naked as jaybirds in honor of Charles Tremaine and his tribe. They were eager to be honored by mating with the man and his many lovers. Male and female students alike, wished to receive the special blessing of such sacred fluids on their bodies. They wished to fluid-bond with everyone in the Tremaine company, especially the Prophet himself.

“This is an amazing honor, sir ... please, do me that honor ... fuck me hard! I wish that I could get pregnant by you, but I’m already knocked up. Even so, I will do my best to welcome you into my body! Maybe someday I can visit you, wherever you are at the time, and have you breed me at that time ... I would love that!” a nerdy-looking cutie told him, “I’m Stella Vandenberg.”

“Vandenberg, eh? Dutch, right?” Charles asked her as he indeed honored her by making her the first of the students that he humped after his speech and the rousing applause.

“Right. My father claims that he is related to the late Senator Arthur Vandenberg. I doubt it, but it’s a claim to fame of some variety. Mine will be getting pounded from behind, in public, right here in this auditorium, by the Prophet Charles Tremaine. Not that I will be alone in that, but still...,” Stella laughed as she pushed back with her hips and enjoyed the way that Justine began rimming her now.