Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
"I need you to focus on your lines." Mary pushed the handwritten paper across the table toward Roland McDaniel. "Read them again."
"It's very hard to focus while my wife is screaming." Roland turned toward the open bedroom door. He could just see one of his wife's legs bobbing in the air, toes curled. He couldn't see his son from where he sat, but from the sounds of slapping skin, he knew they were humping at a frantic pace. "Are you okay, dear?" Roland called. "Is he hurting you?"
"Uggghhhhh... uggghhhhhhh... uuuugghhhhhhhh... I'm... oookkkaaayyyyyyyyyyy." Holly McDaniel dug her fingernails into her son's tight ass cheeks. This was only the third time they'd done it, but she was hopelessly hooked. She knew in her heart that her eighteen-year-old son, Roland Jr., was the Messiah. How else could one explain the transcendent sex they were having? She meant to say something else to comfort her husband, but all that came out was, "Uuuugghhhhh... uuugghhhhhh... eeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiii." Another orgasm seized her brain.
"She's fine, Reverend McDaniel. She's more than fine. She's found her purpose in life. Please remember, she's no longer your wife. She is His wife. You are His attendant." Mary frowned at him. "And your purpose is to spread the new Word to your church." Mary had chosen the McDaniel family carefully. Roland ran a successful megachurch with thousands of weekly attendees. Mary was going to leverage his influence to create copious amounts of new life, so much life that she would be able to free her son from their painting.
"Yes... yes... it's just..." Roland continued to stare at his former wife's bare, bobbing leg. Her toes were pointing at the ceiling now. "It's just that she sounds like she's in distress."
"She is currently mated to someone very close to God, Roland. That is what true happiness sounds like." Mary frowned at his pudgy body. "Is it really a surprise that you never brought her such passion?"
"No... but I..." Roland stood and stepped to the side so he could see better. He chewed his fingernails when he saw them coupling. Holly's butthole was pointed right at him. His son's giant balls flopped on it repeatedly. Roland Jr. had his legs spread, his toes digging into the mattress for leverage. This gave Roland a perfect vantage to see exactly what was happening. Roland Jr. held the backs of his mother's thighs, opening her up completely for his pummeling penis. And what a horrific penis it was. It stretched her poor vagina to impossible levels. There was so much froth on it, he didn't know if his son had already seeded her, or... if her body was responding in an unnatural, unholy fashion. He wanted to look away, but couldn't. The animalistic sounds the mating couple made filled the house.
"Sit down, Roland." Mary pointed to the chair. "Or do I have to interrupt them and have Roland Jr. come out here?"
Roland quickly sat in the chair, fear coursing through him. "Okay... okay... I'll focus on my lines." He held up the paper and read it again. "Are you sure you want me to say these things?"
"I am sure." Mary smiled.
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"Roooooaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrr." Kathy leapt on the orc. The creature was incredibly strong, he pried her off his back and tossed her into the wall. The living room they fought in belonged to the Jones family, and it had been trashed long before the Erasers arrived.
Jessica charged into the orc's side. Her stomach punch doubled him over.
Paget swung a baseball bat from the other side. She was still getting used to her larger breasts, but her augmented strength more than made up for the awkwardness of her movements. "Take that! And that!"
"Hurry, Noah!" Samantha desperately fought off several frantic pregnant women who struggled to stop the intruding Erasers.
"Hailey!" Noah dove past a woman who was practically frothing at the mouth. He held out his hand, and his sister tossed him the box cutter. He snatched it out of the air. The woman grabbed him from behind, and he shrugged her off. Far in the distance, he could feel a panic attack lurking. He took a deep breath through one of the new and improved respirators Paget had gotten them, elbowed the woman behind him, and slashed the painting with the box cutter. He slashed it again and again. A terrible wail rose up from the women in the room. Noah stepped back and watched the orc elongate as the painting sucked him in. In a few seconds, there was nothing left of their enemy but a checkmark on the list.
"It's okay, it's okay." Jessica smiled kindly and helped a pregnant woman sit on the torn and soiled sofa. She glanced at her son and gave him a wink. They had created something of a system. Once they destroyed a painting, they calmed the people enthralled by The Belle Dame's magic and then moved them to a support network of homes. The idea of a support network had been Jessica's and she was proud of it. They convinced people who had previously been saved to help the newbies. Who better to help affected people transition back to normal life than those who had already been through it?
"There... there... it's going to be all right." Samantha switched from fighting to hugging the woman in her arms. Together the Erasers shepherded the people out of the house and into waiting minivans.
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The East Tower bedroom glowed in warm afternoon light. Everything in Palmer Mansion seemed so real. They had even explored some of the town, but it was empty. Paul and Shannon stayed mostly in the mansion.
"What are you looking at, Mom?" Paul lay in bed, his sleeping cock resting on his belly. He eyed his mother's naked curves. She'd become even more curvaceous as her pregnancy became apparent. He could see his sperm running down her thighs.
"It's pretty here... for a prison." She sighed and returned to bed, sitting next to him and cleaning the semen from his stomach and pubic hair with a damp towel.
"There's something I've been meaning to say." Paul's gaze met hers. He gulped. His pulse quickened. "I... um... just want you to know that I'm... I'm not God."
"I know, sweetie." Shannon gave him a reassuring smile and continued to clean him.
"I think Mary was wrong. I... don't think I'm even the Messiah." Paul shivered as she worked his testicles. He felt them tighten at her touch. His penis woke, groggily writhing up into the air.
"You're more special than that. You're my perfect man, Paul." Shannon put down the towel and slowly stroked him. There wasn't much to do in their prison other than talk and hump. And lucky for her, Paul seemed perpetually ready to engage in both activities. "Seems like you're ready to go again."
"You still love me? Even after what I did?" Paul bit his lip as she mounted him. Her breasts were heavier than before, and her nipples had darkened.
"I did... things, too. Aaaahhhhhhhhhhh." Shannon knew she would never get tired of feeling his penis inside her. She settled onto him and gently rocked her hips. "And I would love you no matter what. You're my son. My sun, my stars, my... ugh... sky, my... uh... uh... uh... everything." She bounced on him, less gently.
