Chapter 57

“Whether it’s an orgy or a cocktail party, I know how to do it.” ... Robert Mapplethorpe

0545 hours, local time
Saturday, 14 March, 2015
Wenatchee Valley College
Wenatchee, Washington

“So, now that we’ve become very acquainted with each other,” Charles teased Stella, “given that we had a number of orgies between us since yesterday morning, tell me what you honestly think of life in the Commonwealth. Would you ever want to live anywhere else? I suspect not, but I am nevertheless eager for your response.”

“You couldn’t pay me enough to live somewhere else, of course. I love it here! This is one of the few bright lights in the darkness, the brightest in fact. Not to mention the general prosperity, peace, and orgies, of course. We are the most advanced civilization remaining on Earth, the bearers of the torch of enlightenment, harmony, balance, and progress. No fucking thanks. I’ll stay put, thank you very much, sir. I don’t envy you having to go east again soon, but at least you get a great legacy that will follow you like your wonderful tribe, including those yummy futanari of yours!” Stella answered with a wink as she let more men take her.

“Yes, they are rather enjoyable indeed, among others,” Charles looked at Lisa and Michelle, not to mention the other futanari.

He also admired Sierra, presently engaged in a gang-bang of her own. In case she ever felt forgotten, even invisible, that look of desire and appreciation shook off such things. She blew Charles a kiss, not to mention one to Stella, even as she felt each stroke inside every last hole. She loved being gang-banged, loved getting pregnant, loved being immortal, too. She was quite sure that Stella would enjoy all of that as well, given the chance. Sooner or later, she was likely to get it, too. If nothing else, it was likely to happen after her natural death at the latest.

As the nocturnal orgy continued with dawn not yet in view, Charles wondered if perhaps the futanari had been borrowed or something, or perhaps his memory wasn’t particularly reliable. If they had been, what for, and why did it escape his notice? Well, there were a lot of weird things that occurred of late, so that would just be another one. Still, it was pretty fucking bizarre and why hadn’t he been warned about it all? It was very, very strange, but there had to have been some kind of logical reason, right?

“Yes, there was. I was trying to counter the insane levels of Chinese depopulation a bit, so I fudge your memories a little, borrowed your futanari and some others in the group, including Sierra, and had them mate with soldiers and civilians, regardless of sex, in Fang Xian’s territory. He’s the one known as the Heavenly Emperor, of course. He’s by far the sanest of the Chinese warlords, whatever his flaws.

“So yes, I meddled with your minds a little, made you forget some of these for a brief space of time, and used them to make more Chinese babies, most of them in his domain. All in all, while not enough of a dent just yet, it has made a slight difference. Each of the futanari in particular produced some seven hundred new brats, and someday, those will make plenty others from that wild and amazing feat. So sue me. Oh, wait, I’m God. You’d lose,” God chuckled as he noted that he had returned the futanari and others to Charles and his tribe in time, after all.

“Well, as the saying goes, to whom much is given, much is required. It was a necessary role that they played and a necessary sacrifice for the short term in the service of the greater good. I hope that you ladies and/or gents enjoyed it all. Chinese women, eh? Some Chinese men, too, from the sound of it. Anything else newsworthy, by the way, Lord?” Charles proved to have considerable aplomb, as shown by eagerly welcoming back the futanari with his prick.

“Oh, yes, well, speaking of China, there was a significant battle at Chaka Salt Lake, and then another one at the Hoh Xil plateau. Both were resounding victories for the forces of Feng Xian and his Heavenly Empire, culminating in the final collapse of the Maoist forces that previously ruled Qinghai Province. This considerably augments Feng Xian’s territory and brings him that much closer to unifying at least western China under his own rule.

“Xining was declared an open city last night and Feng’s imperial troops entered it in triumph. The Maoists have fled toward Nepal, hoping to at least advance their cause there. This assumes that they will even make it that far. They have to escape Qinghai and then pass through Yunnan, I might add. Feng is already hard at work, appointing an imperial governor or administrator or whatever for the place, dissolving all Communist type organizations entirely. Chairman Mao’s Little Red Book is being regularly ridiculed in the press, too,” God remarked, even as he began fucking some of the local co-eds, too, in the dormitory showers.