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Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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Avatar Pt 16

Terry sat in the office of Slovan something or other.  She didn't 
much care what his name was.  He was the leader of one of those third 
world countries which were engaged in what was referred to, amongst 
polite company, as "ethnic cleansing".  Amongst those who didn't care 
much for colloquialisms, it was genocide, plain and simple.  His 
religion hated the other predominant religion in the country, and, 
with Slovan as their military leader, was engaged in a plan to purge 
the "heretics" from the country.  And, unluckily for the victims, the 
country was far enough away from the major world powers that nobody 
was going to stop him.

The ironic thing was, Slovan wasn't really a religious man.  He was a 
great general, but didn't really care much for the religious bigots 
who told him what to do.  Not that he cared who gave him his orders. 
As long as he got to kill people he was happy.  The one thing that 
could end it all would be if his people found out about his... 
personal preferences.  Slovan not only preferred men as sexual 
partners, but preferred being on the receiving end of sex.  Just 
preferring men was enough to get him executed by the priests.  If 
they found out that he was always in the "woman's position", he'd be 
executed in the most horrible, painful way the priests could find.

Although Slovan had learned to be very careful about his private 
leisure time, he had a problem.  His lack of children.  In a country 
where nine out of every ten children still died of various infant 
mortality problems, and your average 20 year old was working on the 
birth of their fourth child, a single 25 year old man with no 
children begged questions.  Only his intense military career had 
saved him, so far.  Being the youngest general in the history of the 
country allowed people to assume he had just been so ambitious that 
he hadn't spent enough time with his wives (Slovan was married to 
three women, he just didn't spend any time with them) or concubines 
to produce issue.  But now that he was a general, people would expect 
him to have a child any time now.

But Slovan didn't see a solution.  He could barely stand sticking his 
dick into a dry ass.  Just the thought of sticking his dick into one 
of those messy vulvas, all sticky and wet, made him ill.  But if he 
didn't do something soon, he'd be sure to be found out.

He was just contemplating mangling his genitals and claiming it as a 
war injury when Terry manifested in front of him.  He pulled a gun 
out and asked, "Who are you?"

Terry concentrated on the gun and turned it into a snake.  Slovan 
didn't even flinch and crushed the snake with his bare hand.  She 
said, "I am your salvation.  I know of your problems with loving men 
and having no children, and I'm here to help."

"Feh.  Even if I could bed you, my people would never accept a 
half-breed foreign child."

Terry laughed.  "I am not here to produce a child.  I am here to 
accept your worship and help you impregnate a woman."

"I worship no one.  Much less a woman!"

"After seeing what I did with your gun, you risk much by insulting me."

"A magician's trick.  No more."

Terry smiled.  Suddenly both of them were outside the chambers in his 
house where his wives lived.  "Was that a trick?"

He looked around.  "Even if I grant this isn't some trick, hypnosis, 
hallucination, what do you want with me?"

"Simple.  I will give you children without you having to stick your 
dick in a woman.  I will also give you strength and power.  All I 
want from you is for you to take over the world."

"My people can barely handle the heretics.  How can you expect us to 
take over the world?"

"Leave that to me.  But if I can do all that we say, will you worship 
me and do as I ask?"

Slovan thought about it.  "Alright, if you can do as you say, I will 
follow you."

"Think of a man.  He should be someone you desire but have yet to 
bed.  He also shouldn't be too well known in your service."

Slovan thought of a sergeant he had seen a few times and suddenly he 
was there.  He started to say something but froze in place.  Slovan 
asked, "What did you do to him?"

"Nothing, yet.  Come along."  Terry opened the door and walked into 
the women's quarters with the sergeant following robotically behind.

As soon as Slovan walked in behind, Dalla, his first wife, yelled, 
"Slovan, what are you doing here with an infidel and another man?  We 
had an agreement!"

Before she or Slovan could say a word, Terry yelled, "Silence!" and 
Dalla was struck dumb.  Her mouth moved, but no sound came out.

Slovan said, "Hah!  You make a woman fall silent.  You must be powerful."

His other two wives, Latta and Karisa, stared in fear.  Terry told 
the three women, "Listen and listen carefully.  I know full well you 
three are women lovers.  That is why the general chose you as wives. 
If your priests found out, you would die horrible deaths.  So you 
entered a marriage where you wouldn't have to service a man to cover 
it.  But since you three have yet to produce issue, for obvious 
reasons, your priests grow suspicious.  So it's time for you to get 
pregnant."

Karisa, the youngest at only fifteen, whined, "But we were promised 
to never have to take a man's... thing within us."

"And you won't."  Terry waved and the sergeant and the women naked. 
Karisa, not wanting to confront a penis, buried her head in Latta's 
arm.  The others stoically faced the naked man.  But then they were 
confronted with a true wonder as the sergeant changed into a woman. 
He grew breasts; his waist shrunk; his hips and butt expanded and 
rounded; his legs and arms lost their hair and thinned; and his hair 
grew out to his ass.  Slovan noticed none of that, for the one thing 
that remained male, his dick, lengthened and thickened.  The 
sergeant, starting big, had become a monster and Slovan's mouth was 
watering thinking of that dick being stuffed in his ass.  "General, 
meet your newest wife, Midala."

Midala bowed deeply.  "I wait to service you, my husband."

Latta asked, "Will he produce children now?"

"Don't be stupid.  Of course not.  All three of you, lay down side by 
side."  The girls quickly obeyed and Terry took Slovan and stood him 
to the left side of the girls.  The newly renamed Midala stepped up 
behind him, unsnapped his pants, and pulled both pants and underwear 
down.  Slovan trembled in anticipation as he felt that monstrous 
dickhead placed against his ass.  And he almost came when Midala 
grabbed his hips and yanked him back, jamming "her" dick into him. 
She started pumping his ass, and after just a few seconds, he came, 
his seed spilling out and onto Dalla's stomach.  He watched in rapt 
fascination as the globules of white love sunk down into her belly, 
passing through her skin and into her womb.  But Midala didn't stop. 
She continued to pump his ass until he had two more orgasms, each one 
depositing his seed on another of his wives.

As the seed from the third orgasm sunk into Karisa, Midala trembled 
and exploded in orgasm.  Slovan felt semen fill his ass and run down 
his legs.  Midala let loose of his hips and he sunk down to his hands 
and knees.  He knew he shouldn't be showing such weakness in front of 
women, but he couldn't help it.  He heard his new goddess say, "There 
you go.  Pregnancy without any messy intercourse.  Dalla, since you 
are first wife I have accelerated your pregnancy by a couple months. 
You will give birth in seven months.  Latta and Karisa will take the 
standard nine months."

Karisa whined, "Why did we all have to get pregnant?"

Dalla, her voice returned, said, "Be strong, child.  Three 
pregnancies at once will not only put off those stupid priests' 
questions, it will be seen as favor of god upon our husband.  They 
won't dare challenge him."

Terry said, "Now all I need is for Slovan to openly declare his worship of me."

Slovan sat back and prostrated himself before Terry.  "Great goddess, 
you have proven your power in many ways to me.  I gladly accept your 
dominance and give my life to you and your desires."

Terry leaned over and kissed him.  When she drew back, he had a pair 
of D cup breasts hanging from his chest.  He looked down, seeing his 
shirt wrapped around his new additions.  He expected to be upset at 
having tits, women's organs, on his body, but his goddess had given 
them to him.  And if his goddess would deign to make him more like 
her, he would wear them with pride.

He started to rise, but Terry said, "Stay there."  She then turned to 
Dalla and said, "I couldn't help but notice your fascination as your 
husband was fucked by Midala."

Dalla licked her lips.  "Seeing the big, strong, macho general 
getting fucked in the ass like a whore by a... well, a very womanly 
man, or whatever Midala is.  I almost came just watching.  But 
speaking of Midala, what do we do with her?"

"Whatever you'd like.  Midala is utterly submissive to all three of 
her greater wives.  She will obey you first, Latta second, and Karisa 
third, but she will obey all of you.  I also included some extras 
with her body.  Any man, except a true believer will desire to fuck 
her.  And any who fuck her will become addicted to sex with her, and 
will willingly suffer anything or commit any crime, or any 
perversity, just to have another chance at her.  An ability I'm sure 
you can make use of."

"What of the general's new... extras?  We can't exactly hide those."

"You don't have to.  Only a follower of our new faith can see them, 
and to them, they serve as the mark of my favor."

"OUR new faith?"

Terry smiled.  "The general will serve as my fiery messenger of doom, 
but it is YOU who I have chosen to lead my faith.  Your intelligence 
will allow you to bring many to my cause, whether willingly or by 
corrupting them.  And your hate will serve me well,... my new high 
priestess."

"And what do I get out of this?"

"Power.  You'll have certain abilities as my high priestess, but on 
top of that, you'll have the power of command over all your fellow 
worshipers."

"Does that include..."  She nodded her head at Slovan.

"Of course.  But, in public, you must maintain the charade of being 
the obedient, dutiful wife.  At least until we grow powerful enough 
so we don't have to care."

Dalla licked her lips in anticipation of the power Terry promised. 
"But, if you wanted me as your high priestess, why strike me dumb?"

Terry took Dalla's chin in hand and held it firmly.  "It was a 
lesson.  To all my worshipers, you shall be the undisputed power. 
The voice to which there is no dissension, and accepts only 
obedience.  But to me, you must always remain dutiful and submissive. 
Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"And do you accept?"

"Yes!"

Terry reached down and plunged her hand into Dalla's cunt.  Dalla 
felt a painful electric bolt shoot through her, and she nearly 
collapsed.  But when the pain subsided she was filled with a cold 
intensity.  She hated the world for the way it had punished her for 
just being her.  Now it was time to make the world pay.

Terry turned to the other two women.  "Do you two wish to be 
priestesses in my church, and share in my power?"

Latta stared at her other wife and asked, "Dalla?"

Dalla grinned evilly.  "Do it."

Both girls looked to each other then back to Terry and nodded.  Terry 
stepped over and plunged her hands into the two girls' cunts.  They 
felt the same shock and at first thought Dalla had betrayed them. 
But then they were suffused with Terry's hate and were bonded to her 
cause.  Terry, finished for the time being, faded out.

Karisa, with an evil glint in her eye that never should've been 
present in one so young, walked over to her husband.  "Slovan, you 
realize I am a priestess to your goddess, and thus command your very 
life?

"Of course, my lady."

"Midala, come here."  Midala dutifully pranced over to the teen. 
Showing none of the fear she had evidenced earlier, Karisa took 
Midala's dick in hand.  "Slovan, you loved the feel of this dick 
inside you, didn't you?"

"Oh, yeess."

"Then show your love for it.  Kiss it, and suck it like a cheap 
hooker until the lovely Midala gifts you with her seed."

Slovan almost lurched forward and sucked Midala's massive dick into 
his mouth.  He bobbed his head up and down on her for almost twenty 
minutes until she finally spewed a load of semen into his mouth. 
Slovan swallowed as much as he could, but some still dribbled out the 
side.

Latta came over and said, "Very good, but I think he liked that a bit 
too much.  Slovan, remove your shirt and lay on your back."  Slovan 
quickly removed his shirt, exposing his new breasts to the world, and 
lay back.  "Now, Midala, sit on his face with your ass to his mouth 
and your huge... clitty between his breasts."  After Midala did as 
ordered, Latta continued, "Now," then with a sneer, "my husband, 
tongue Midala's ass, while she fucks your tits."  Slovan hesitated 
for a second, clearly not wanting to obey, but then he stuck his 
tongue right into his fourth wife's ass.  The chosen of his goddess 
commanded.  He must obey.  He used his tongue like a little cock, 
fucking Midala's little hole, while she pumped her huge clit between 
his womanly attributes.  It took almost a half hour, but Midala 
finally came, spraying all over his stomach.

Dalla then said, "Very good, my lesser compatriots, but I know what 
will really degrade him.  Slovan, the great lady gave you a command. 
What was it?"

"Take over the world."

"And have you done that?"

"Not yet, ma'am."

"Then you need to be punished."  Dalla straddled his face, shoving 
her cunt into his nose.  "Lick me out!"  Slovan's entire body 
cringed.  He did NOT want to do this.  But he had no choice.  The 
first chosen of his lady commanded.  Only the commands of the goddess 
would take greater power.  He gave a silent prayer to Terry, hoping 
she would intervene and stop this, but when he got no response, he 
made his tongue enter Dalla's... disgusting place, and licked her to 
orgasm.  Luckily, Dalla was extremely hot and bothered from watching 
all the previous games, and in only a few minutes, Dalla was 
screaming in orgasm.

Dalla got off of him and he sprinted to the bathroom, barely making 
it to the toilet before losing his lunch.  Dalla waited for him to 
exit the bathroom.  Then she asked, "Did you hate that?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good.  And you will find it despicable every time you do it.  And 
you will do it once a day until you take over the world.  Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now get dressed and go."

Slovan quickly got dressed, and ran from the room.  Dalla smiled. 
She loved the way his tits bounced under his shirt.  She turned back 
to her other wives, who were already on the bed playing with each 
other.  As she joined them, Dalla considered what she'd be doing with 
Slovan tomorrow.  Maybe push-up bras.

************

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"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the  difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@micronet.net
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