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Now, onto the boring stuff
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This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic. The
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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
ICQ#37222294
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