Death Of A Cardinal

He visited Irenea, of course, and they grilled the lovely steaks. She moved around quite relaxed and completely naked with her two friends. He had discarded the uniform jacket; in a T‐shirt he felt private enough. He handed them the checks and Pozzebon gladly accepted the night vision goggles. He examined them expertly and said that it was almost unbelievable, this level of miniaturization. Pan also gave him a bracelet, which he immediately put on and tried out. He recognized the masterful work here as well. And the fact that the glasses could be charged with sunlight and the bracelet with a standard cable showed how advanced the technology was. He immediately understood the value of this to the special forces. Pan pointed out to him that the Bangurelian engineers could not replicate either.

Irenea, dressed only in the crystal collar, cleared the dishes and demonstratively placed mulberry brandy and fruit juice on the table, ending the conversation. Pozzebon and she emptied their cups and he filmed their wild fucking for two hours. The close–ups and slow motion filmed everything professionally. She masturbated Pozzebon's cock with the glans in her mouth and took it out to let the rich jets of semen that twitched into her mouth rub in plain view. She wouldn't let Pozzebon fuck in her mouth anymore, the feeling of choking was too strong. Pan was very pleased to see how well the two old men harmonized. She fucked the old farmer passionately like a young girl, whooping and cheering like a 13years old.

Since he could rely on Fyy to pass him any important information, he went with Isegrim and 6 men to patrol the northern coastal areas. They were on the road for two days and everything was quiet. The crews whistled and gestured when one passed a Tali girl. Amazingly, both midday and late afternoon found a girl who was happy to be fucked. The 6 men fucked the girl one by one while one masturbated her cock and made her squirt with much hurrah. He sat on the floor with Isegrim next to the glider and let the crew fuck in the glider. Isegrim had no desire for a Tali girl, he had plenty of experienced gonnie women in the base that he was very happy to lay with. Isegrim didn't talk about it often, but Pan knew that the old chum let the gonnie women fuck him to the last drop every night at the base. Besides, Pan said, it would be unbecoming of an officer. Keep your distance.

He took time to visit Conara in the office. She had become a very successful healer and woman despite her 19 years. She no longer needed anxious mothering and it was enough for her to lie with him every 4 to 6 weeks. Binara studied non–stop and did everything to be among the best. But after dinner she put everything aside and loved to discuss anything and everything with him and Fyy in the library. She had kept her fire in check during the day and fucked him with sexual greed and passion in the Half–girl way. When he had long since fallen asleep, she masturbated pressed against him until her fire was extinguished.

Fyy did confirm Lan's hint that the Papal Academy was working on improving the androids, but they would have to research for at least 80 to 100 years. She would sabotage the research if he wished, but he still wanted to think about that as he was thinking about the miniature battery. At present he had to agree with Wengin, Bangurel was not ready for it yet. He wanted to wait and see how the clergy and the government developed before deciding on the sabotage. Fyy nodded in agreement, she would inform him anyway when the papal academy reached a milestone. Grinning, Fyy confirmed that she was checking on the quality of the new Odos every night. He laughed brightly and grabbed her ass cheeks, "checking, ha!" She smiled coyly like a 12 year old and whispered full of false shame, "I can only get the quality check right when I'm fucking them, Dad!" They both laughed, so funny was their childish histrionics.

It was a few days later that Fyy clicked twice in his communication module. Urgent. He handed over the command to an officer and went to the courtyard to talk to her undisturbed. Fyy informed him that Cardinal Tomaselli was hospitalized and Lan was at a police station. Fyy ended. He immediately called Lan's house to have underwear, dress and coat brought to the police station express! He told Ben, put on the uniform jacket with all the tinsel and flew to the police station in a glider. Lan had received the clothes and was changing, regardless of the gawking guard. Fyy reported that Cardinal Tomaselli had been pronounced dead on arrival at the hospital. Heart attack.

He introduced himself to the commander and got a report. They had arrived at the Cardinal's house at the same time as the emergency doctor, the Cardinal was immediately flown to the hospital, and they had taken the girl into custody according to regulations. Pan nodded and looked at the good man seriously. She was not a "girl", but the police minister, he should immediately look at the police minister on the net! The frightened man actually looked, because he had no idea what the supreme chief looked like.

He jumped up when Lan entered and now greeted her formally. He apologized, saying she had been mistaken for a "girl," which was understandable since the cardinal and she were naked in the bedroom. He said nothing about the fact that he and his men could not tear their eyes away from her naked body and only after fifteen minutes got the idea that the girl should slip into her shameless clothes.

She interrupted him with a generous gesture, he and his men had behaved correctly and properly, for which she thanked him. She also did not mention with a word that she liked to keep the policemen from their work with her naked body, but Pan could "see" it quite clearly. She packed her bundle of ordinary clothes and told the police officer that if she was needed or if she had to make her statement, she would be available at any time. She walked out with Pan, praising her servants for sending her decent clothes. He just nodded, she would only find out later who had arranged it.

They sat down in one of the many public gliders, but he put a finger over his lips and scanned the vehicle. Without further ado, he yanked out the hidden microphone with his fingers. "There, now we can talk." Lan immediately began to cry, and he saw how ugly she looked when she cried so mendaciously. She should tell, not waste her time, he said impassively. She stopped crying.

It was true, the Cardinal had secretly made recordings and his men watched her fucking. The recordings had been copied rapidly and were surely already scattered all over the planet. The Cardinal denied it and she could not counter anything. They fucked as usual, he full of mulberry brandy and she with a great hunger for orgasm. After all, Pan had no time for two weeks, she interjected in a huff. He kept silent, he really hadn't had time. She fucked the cardinal for over 30 hours, giving herself orgasm after orgasm. Pan watched her from the side, he saw no emotion or regret as she told in detail about her orgasms and the different positions. She waited until the cardinal fell asleep and researched on his device. She found at least one recording, then another, and she flipped the device closed as his cock reared hard again and he woke up.

She fucked the cardinal very wildly, once, twice and three times. They drank the last glass of red wine and mulberry brandy and he fell over after a few seconds. The poison took effect immediately, he suffered a very ordinary heart attack. The poison was not detectable in his body or in the mulberry brandy cup. The empty vial would still be missed, she had hidden it in her vagina from the police. They were both silent. "You killed him!?" he said, and she confirmed without emotion. "Yes, I killed him. He had it coming!" He nodded, he had long understood her and her motive. And she had done it mainly because that was the best way to get out of this predicament. It was no paradox, he knew. He started the glider and gave Lan's address. He had to get back to duty, unfortunately, he didn't have time for her right now.

He called afternoon duty to attention and drank with Ben and Isegrim for a while longer. Of course, everyone in town knew he was the Domina's lover and favorite. He steered the conversation along harmless lines. She was a police minister and had just fucked the cardinal, who was already seen as the successor of the aged Pope Tirpin XVI. Of course, he had no idea what the dominatrix wanted from the cardinal, or he from her. That his heart failed was not to be foreseen, at 62 he was still comparatively young. His suspicions were along the lines that she wanted to find out what the Pope needed an armed church army of currently over 50,000 men for. The generals and the control center had been puzzling over this for a whole year. Ben and Isegrim nodded in agreement, the train of thought seemed to be one of the options.

He contacted Lan and inquired how she was doing. He promised to come for dinner "andso'on" tomorrow late afternoon. They were both careful in their communication, the enemy was always listening in. Tonight was no go, he had a longer video conference because of the Xtulhuxine, the horny little white people, "you know!" She giggled, because of course she had seen the recordings of the White females masturbating and fucking.

He went home. 10 minutes of synthetic rain shower, after which he sat naked in the armchair and Fyy sat on his lap.

In his library, he didn't want to communicate telepathically with Fyy, he just wanted to talk. As always, she had shielded the library from the outside and showed him a recording. She had, of course, found the Cardinal's hidden cameras before the Domina's first visit and recorded everything each time. He had watched the recordings on a case–by–case basis to compare Lan's tearful tales with the reality. He was ostensibly concerned not only with voyeurism, but with becoming clearer about the dominatrix's game.

Fyy had tampered with the last recording and cut out part of it. From dropping the poison into the cup to inserting the glass vial into her vagina, Fyy had erased everything after copying the original. Maybe one day Pan would have to prove the murder. He agreed with her, that was smart thinking. And then another thing. The dominatrix (Fyy just called her dominatrix) had really sounded out the cardinal. The Cardinal did not give the information completely, what the Pope wanted to use his church army for. But very clearly it came to light that he, the Cardinal, was secretly building the Church Army and even Pope Tirpin XVI did not know anything specific about it. Nobody.

The Domina had cut off the head of the snake with the murder and the Cardinal had taken his ingenious plan to heaven with him. Fine. Fyy confirmed that everything in writing concerned only the arming and formation of the army. Not a single reference to the who, where, when, and why. Fyy had run through possible scenarios, 17 probables remained. No, he didn't want to hear them at the moment, maybe later. But what seemed to be true in any case: it would not occur until after Pope Tirpin's death, when Tomaselli was Pope. It would have been better, of course, if Tomaselli's intention had been known, but that with his death the acute situation no longer existed was a good result. He discarded the idea of informing the generals right now. He had to find out more.

His fingers caressed Lia's golden cunt. She probably had no idea how much he enjoyed playing with her unusual gift.

The next afternoon he drove to Lan's. She received him lovingly and lightheartedly. He laughed and joked that in the future she would have to sip his drink before he drank. She laughed as he did at the supposed joke, but again and again he let her sip his cup. After the first fuck, she shooed the girls out and had flipped the switch to block.

They talked about the cardinal's end for over an hour. He didn't blame her in the least. But he wanted to hear her reasons from her himself. The secret recordings were what made her a murderer, she was clear and honest about that. She felt this as a betrayal, because everything they had spoken was also published. She liked to fuck and orgasm frequently, everyone was allowed to know that, okay, but see it? Her most intimate moments, her facial expressions in ecstasy, on public display like a convicted felon? All female criminals were publicly fucked and masturbated and humiliated, that was the most watched reality‐show in all media. But her, a female minister? Lan fretted that she could not penetrate the clergy web and know the footage. He suppressed the impulse to reveal Tomaselli's passwords. She had to find out for herself or take legal action. When she uttered just that, he laughed out loud. "Sue in court? From the clergy? Good luck with that!" She looked at him from the side, but he was quite serious.

Slowly he moved on to the subject of the church army. Surely she would know more about that? She immediately got on the subject and, as far as he could judge at the moment, she told him everything she knew. A smile of triumph flitted across her face. She said that when he got his favorite thing, the Cardinal told it like a waterfall. "Favorite thing?" he asked. She grinned. She had to masturbate right in front of his face and urinate in his mouth in orgasm. Piss in his mouth? he asked and she confirmed. She had to do that a lot, especially during his recovery breaks.

She knew from government work that the pope was raising a church army. The cardinal claimed that he was raising the army, not the pope. He. The pope knew next to nothing about it. But every time she asked why he needed the army, the cardinal just laughed and said, "Just you wait, just you wait!" He never revealed this secret. On solid facts, he confirmed what the government already knew.

There were 6 locations of military bases, about 50,000 men and about 10,000 gonnies, but they were poorly paid. In each of the 6 bases there was a brothel with about 150 to 200 convicted women, of course the real military bases had no brothels. The armament was a problem of the Cardinal. It came from mostly discarded military material, but very few modern weapons. What also distinguished the Church Army was that the soldiers were not drilled as insistently. There was several weeks of basic training, but only a little drill after that on a case–by–case basis. To keep them from getting all rusty, they marched to a different base every few weeks.

He stayed with Lan until after midnight, she really enjoyed fucking him. She denied it when he asked if she missed the Cardinal's ungusty practices. However, he continued with a grin, he wouldn't let her piss him in the mouth. They both had to laugh. She would have liked to keep him overnight, but he flew home. After a short shower he sat down naked in the library in the armchair and Fyy on his lap. They discussed the church army until three in the morning.

The generals had asked him if he could take in an orphan and he could not well refuse, as they liked to marry off widows or daughters of fallen comrades to the officers and enlisted men with gentle insistence. He was definitely not ready to marry, he told them, but he could take the girl in as a foster daughter. The widow of a captain who had been killed in the Zulu attack had died, leaving a daughter barely 16 years old. He agreed, so Jana came into his household.

Jana was not quite 16 and her face was not particularly pretty either, though not ugly. She was very slim and had surprisingly large breasts for her age. She had a quiet, reserved and friendly disposition. She had started an apprenticeship as a goldsmith and wanted to become a jeweler. Four days a week she went to work.

Jana was completely inexperienced sexually and her fire had not yet awakened. She had not yet menstruated and had assured Binara that she never masturbated. Sex was something distant, unknown. She had made friends with Binara right away and was happy to sleep with her and her father. She had always slept with her father, he had fondled and caressed her and she missed that the most. She loved it when he caressed and fondled her breasts. She loved to open her thighs so that he could caress and rub her pussy and clit. She did not know then that the exploding sensation was an orgasm. She had been allowed to touch him and masturbate for years because that was not sex to her. And of course he was allowed to squirt down her throat when she masturbated him, that was just another form of play. She had never seen her parents fuck, her mother never let him fuck her. She watched her husband and daughter play, smiling, and masturbated every night quite openly without interruption until she fell asleep. He loved very much to stick his cock into Jana's cleft while squirting, as far as it would go, and fuck until he cum in her vaginal entrance. His mother often asked him why he didn't want to deflower her, but he wanted to do it later. Jana loved these games more than anything.

She now pressed herself against the new foster father in childlike nakedness, letting him stroke her almost everywhere and breathing excitedly when he caressed her large breasts and teats. But her cleft withdrew, she did not want that yet.

When Pan fucked a gonnie girl and Binara, she went to the library and read a history book. When there was no more sound from the bedroom, she came back to bed. Binara had no problem explaining to Jana that he was her biological father and she was half human and half Gonnie. Fyy was a big sister to Jana who was insanely smart. She never noticed that she was an android. Secretly, she was a little surprised that Sister Fyy sat naked in the library reading all day, but that was just how Fyy was. One got used to it.

Jana had Fyy cut the light, sparse down of her pubic hair on the side two or three times a week, but she wanted to leave a small strip of downy hair above the cleft like her mother. To her, it was just a fine game like with her father when Fyy masturbated her afterwards. Fyy read in her mind that the girl really never masturbated and was not sexually awakened yet, Pan had read that in her too. Human girls were not considered adults until they were 16 and were not allowed to fuck until they were 16, gonnie girls were 10 and half girls were 12. This order had been in effect for a very long time and of course Pan strictly adhered to it. These age–based classifications had been in effect for centuries, if not millennia. He was sure that he would have to wait a long time before Jana was internally ready to fuck, she was turning 16 in a few weeks, but sexually she was still a child.

She was an unexpected addition to his household, but she was a well–behaved, sweet child who held silent communion with her father and mother every morning before getting up, and loved them both with all her heart.

Lia called him on duty, she also did not reveal anything in the communication. Would he have time for a cup of coffee? No, without Ben, just him and her. He immediately took himself off duty and flew off. Lia had apparently changed her mind and walked past the coffee into the bedroom. He scanned the room thoroughly before joining her. She fucked by far the best and most passionately with him of all the human women. She climbed on top of him after he had cum and worked up an intimate orgasm, sinking on top of him with her flanks trembling violently. He knew what she wanted to talk about.

They lay smoking side by side and he asked what she was going to name her son. "Benford, like his father, Ben Jr," Lia answered immediately. From where . . ? He smiled and murmured that it was magic. She was unsettled because it didn't sound like a joke. She knew it herself only since one week definitely, and whether boy or girl, she did not know at all. He thought for a moment, he had fucked this beautiful woman 15 or 20 times. She said he was definitely the father, she had fucked only him, Odo and the Tali girls in the last year. It had to be him. She let the Tali fuck her every day and Odo fuck her once or twice a week because she thought it was so nice to be fucked until she passed out. But they were all incompatible.

After a long pause he said that he was happy for her, he could feel that she was so happy about it. He had fathered many children in his youth, but never lived fatherhood, it was never necessary. He had 7 Half–children, whom he had raised alone and with a lot of love, that was his decision, his destiny. He did not believe he could live fatherhood for Ben Jr. Lia nodded and said she really didn't intend to intrude on his life either, by golly! She wanted to share her happiness with him, it was as simple as that. They were silent and Lia caressed his chest.

She had fucked Ben several times in the last 10 days, not knowing yet if and when to tell Ben the truth. Maybe she would let Ben believe that he had impregnated her. Pan understood her very well and didn't want to say anything about it. She pushed into him, how he would decide? He sat up and took her face in both hands. He wouldn't lie to Ben, wouldn't foist a cuckold child on him. But the decision was hers alone, he would bow to her judgment. She nodded after a while. He was right, you don't lie to friends and dear life partners. She would tell Ben herself. They had agreed on an open marriage and she was pretty sure Ben would accept the child as his own.

Pan enjoyed her caresses and closed his eyes in pleasure. He read her mind, searching for a very specific memory. She had let the young goldsmith take hundreds of pictures of her pussy and film herself masturbating many times. He filmed while masturbating from a few inches away in slow motion. She was surprised at how clear and lifelike the footage had become. The young man shifted restlessly on his chair and she knew that he had become horny as hell. She pulled him to her and let him fuck her, smiling. If the result was lifelike and traced her arousal, he got to fuck her again, deal? Pan looked at her sexual memories for what seemed like an eternity and smirked, thinking only of him while filming. She therefore let the Goldsmith fuck her three times that afternoon, that's how much she liked that golden cunt. Lia climbed on top of him again. He was very proud that the most beautiful and passionate woman in town just desired him so much.

And indeed, two days later Ben told him and Isegrim in the officers' mess that his wife was expecting a child. The friends shouted hurrah, patted him on the back, and ordered whiskey after whiskey. Isegrim muttered with a grin that he wouldn't have thought he was capable of that, since he was already sooo old! He grinned, although the 38–year–old Ben kicked him in the shin. When Isegrim went for a pee break, Ben said Lia had told him everything and of course he would accept the child as his own. Pan nodded and thanked him with a firm handshake. Isegrim asked suspiciously what the two had cooked up now, and Pan said with a serious face, if it will be a girl, it will be called Lia after the mother. But if it will be a son, then after the father, Isegrim. He recited it so seriously that it took Isegrim seconds to join in the friends' neighing laughter. He had never seen Lia before and of course he had never fucked her.

The civil war broke out insidiously over months, not on a specific day. For months, parts of the church army raided small villages, robbed everything possible and raped all women and girls. There were almost no deaths, they chased the men away with clubs, tore down the skirts of women and girls and raped them. The women had to serve a lot of dicks, then the guys disappeared again. Of course, the police arrived much too late, they were already gone. Domina Ileana was insulted in the media on a daily basis and her appearances were always embarrassing excuses in front of the population.

The clergy, of course, denied everything. They had never ordered the marauding, besides, no one could prove with certainty that it was people from the Church Army at all. Pope Tirpin XVI condemned the raids in the strongest terms, his press spokesman let it be known. The robbery of goods and food was, of course, a serious crime, but the fact that the women and girls were fucked was entirely in the spirit of the clerical doctrine. It was right because the women were there to be fucked, according to the divine plan, and the fact that it was not the husbands but strangers was secondary and insignificant. The population knew quite well that that was nonsense, but it concerned only a few women from the countryside and not themselves.

The government, the Dominas, of course, issued quite different press releases. Rape was rape and there was no divine or secular mandate for it, damn it! Everybody knew that the criminals were to be looked for in the so–called church army. This illegitimate army would not only be watched more closely, but a law would be introduced to ban it.

Now it became apparent that the population was conflicted. Many belonged to the church and just as many did not. Now there was daily friction, brawls and stabbings between the two groups. The military, the generals, stayed out of it. Military personnel were forbidden to take sides under penalty of punishment, and many a bully ended up in the dungeon. Police patrolled non–stop, but the criminals knew where they were not. The church announced once again that fucking was part of the divine plan and reminded again that every girl, every woman over 16 was obliged by church law to fuck, under penalty of incarceration and public flogging. The angry government announced that the so–called church law was not a generally applicable law and had no relevance outside the church. It would be examined which church laws were not compatible with state law.

Week after week, the dispute came to a head. Clergy against the Dominas, media against media, clubs against clubs, people against people. Scuffles soon turned into manslaughter, murder and rape were the order of the day. The police were increased by thousands, they patrolled the streets day and night and left the kid gloves at home. Whoever resisted was summarily dealt with.

Of course, Pan went to Lan's once a week, she hastily fucked him and went on to the seat of government. He always stayed until midnight and fucked her maids, but only one per evening. He took his time, one was enough for him to empty his seed. Quality over quantity. The maids were all eager to be fucked and gave it their all. He told his dominatrix freely and she shrugged her shoulders, she was a police minister and unfortunately had little time to fuck. He came at least twice a week to fuck one of her girls.

He had hired 8 security guards to guard his palace. Hand–picked, state–of–the–art men who had formerly served in the special forces. It was a good decision, because no one came too close to the palace during either the riots or the civil war. He had ordered Conara two security guards in front of the practice and ignored her protests. She was his daughter, period! Irenea and Pozzebon were absolutely against it, but he obliged Pozzebon to take her to him if things got tight.

The clergy became more and more insolent. They talked endlessly and more and more one–sidedly about the divine plan, sexuality and fucking were called the most important thing in many a lecture, in many a sermon. God had not created cocks and pussies to be unused. Coitus Sanctissimum, Coitus supra omnia! was the clerical battle cry. Even deep believers shook their heads at the folly.

Conference in the control center. All generals, commanders and captains. The government declared civil war and deployed the military. That was their mission. The Church Army was advancing from three directions, in three columns from the east toward the capital. They were still 11 days march away. There was dead silence when the generalissimo read out the government's order to deploy.

Three brigades were formed, Pan's brigadier general led Brigade B and was put on the middle column of the Church Army. Stopping, rounding up, capturing and neutralizing if necessary. General permission to fire. The Generalissimo rose to the microphone once again. "Be determined, tough and professional. I expect you back by dinner!" That was the beginning.

Pan immediately communicated with the chief of his palace guard. He was to arrange everything necessary immediately. His daughter Fyy would pay the weekly wages as before and would have his authority to finance everything necessary for him. Lastly, the guards for Conara's practice should be increased to 4 or 6 men. He spoke telepathically with Fyy for only a few seconds, which was enough. He called Conara and Binara. Conara refused to arm herself, she was a healer! That he increased her guard, she reluctantly swallowed. He spoke to Binara and explained everything to her. She would strap on a pulser, no problem. And neither she nor Jana would leave the palace for school, she understood immediately. Like Conara, she said he would have to duck when fired upon. He grinned, "I'll be there for dinner for sure, I just don't know what day!" he promised. That she could turn to Fyy for help was obvious to her. "I love you very much, Dad!" he heard before ending the conversation.

Cameradrones had been sent to the Church Army hours ago, and the officers regarded the center column with keen eyes. Their commander, the brigadier general, wanted to attack only from the air at first and send the infantrymen later. No argument. He wanted to firebomb all 65 of the older–style fighter planes, release the main force of fighter gliders with the dual cannons, machine guns and 500,000 rounds with the telepathic pilots on the column first. The brigadier general looked around, general nodding of heads. "Let's go then!" Pan and Ben took off at a run to the bunker, Isegrim joined his infantrymen. The battle was about to begin.

The clergy's spies reported immediately, and the clergy instantly issued a note of protest. The government dominatrixes were excommunicated, it said. One dominatrix flicked a speck of dust off her jumpsuit and grinned at the cameras, "The speck of dust upset me more!" This provocation instantly became a common word, an unequivocal gesture of contempt.

The civil war was not over until the third day. For two days and two nights, the telepaths flew attack after attack with Pan and Ben, leaving the couches only for block–ordered 5‐minute‐pee breaks. The conventional planes dropped their incendiary bombs during the night and the columns burned to the ground. It was like chasing rabbits, Pan later told his dominatrix, we lost only three conventional old planes with 6 comrades to technical failure. Isegrim and the infantrymen did not move out until the fighting was over, capturing several hundred men.

The Generalissimo gave a beautiful speech that lasted over an hour. It would have been enough to simply say "You have fought and won magnificently. There's a feast for everyone and bonuses for everyone." But they had to listen to their boss for a solid hour. Pan, of course, had Fyy report to him at the same time, everything had gone well, there was only the usual unrest in the city, but it had died down completely. Conara, Binara and Jana were okay, as were all the gonnies. His guards had shot a group of 15 looters as they tried to enter. No guards injured. Fyy end. He pretended to go to the bathroom and called his dominatrix. She was still stressed from three days of nonstop duty. If he wanted to see the aftermath, he should come by after 10pm. No, not because of "and so on," she said succinctly, it was just about the aftermath. She ended the conversation because she was still at the government office. He wondered what she meant by aftermath; he couldn't make it out of her, since she was talking on a secured line. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, he was alarmed somehow.

The feast began, he had to be there at least at the beginning. He spoke to Conara and to Binara beforehand, he would not be home until after midnight or later. Both were glad that he was unharmed, that the war was over and that the riots were largely over as well. He talked at length with the chief of the guards and got a detailed report. They should still stay on post, there were still scattered riots. He would come that night or tomorrow morning, then they could discuss everything else in person. He had finished his calls and was still sitting in his seat in front of the brigadier general and the generalissimo. Finally, after three days, the first cigarette. He shook many hands, waved to Lieutenant Isegrim, who was sitting in the midst of his infantrymen, and murmured to Ben that he had to leave at half past nine, kind of duty. Domina. Ben grinned and puffed him, can't she take it like that? He repeated, kind of duty. Ben pointed his chin at the boss. Pan winced, for God's sake, No!

His glider arrived 10 minutes to 10. He hurried into Lan's palace, she was lying naked on the large playground in the great hall. The girls were no longer there. "We're alone, the blocker is on. The girls are downstairs with Odo. Lie down with me, dearest!" He quickly put off his uniform and said, "I stink like a polecat after three days of civil war!" and she called after him, "I'll hold my nose!" but he had already slipped out. The cleaning booth took less than a minute and he went to her naked.

She pressed the antediluvian handheld device to her ear and listened, nodded, listened again. He had seen a similar device at Irenea's, a centuries–old device for talking. He lay down behind her wonderful ass and noticed that she was watching a program of incredibly poor quality on her state–of–the–art big screen. She put the great–great–great–great–great–grandfather‐s device aside and noticed his gaze. "These devices, these conversations are untraceable." He nodded and asked what they were looking at and she said again, the aftermath. He sat up and she pushed him back again. "You were right on the money," and pressed his cock back into her vagina from behind with her hand. "I haven't had it in a week, my darling," she groaned hornily, thrusting her ass cheeks at him with an obscene pose. Oh yeah, he hadn't had a fuck in the past four days either, he thought. And moved until he had a good position behind her cute little ass. He couldn't wait to cum.

What did she mean by aftermath, he asked, as the blocker hampered his telepathic abilities. "I've been threatening the blackcoats for weeks, there would be an aftermath!" she said, turning to look at him, as he paused in the middle of the first, far too early squirt. With the greatest effort he overcame the blockage for a blink and read her mind. "My God, you did it!" he gasped, depressed.

She spun around, for her lover was not thinking of fucking further at the moment. Yes, she said seriously, she had spent weeks going through lists of names and ticking off names. No, Pope Tirpin XVI was not among them. But most of the 598 cardinals, hundreds of bishops and many dozens of subordinate clergy. Just over 2,100 names. The oldfashioned handset beeped; she held it to her ear after pressing a button. She listened and thanked, then pressed a button and set the device aside. "You're going to have 2,100 clerics killed?!" he said a little more sharply than he intended. She nodded slowly. "The riots and the civil war had cost 300,000 lives, or more."

The device beeped again, and she held it to her ear and listened. She sharply said not to waste too much time fucking the girls and to stay on schedule! She listened again and put the device aside. "Of course, they may fuck the girls of the priests, but they must keep to the schedule." Of course, he nodded, his infantrymen were allowed to fuck prisoners too, only the women had stayed in the brothels during the Civil War. "You said the Civil War cost over 300,000 lives," he picked up the thread again, "I shot a few thousand myself, I think." She looked at him for a long moment. "The angel of the Lord went into the houses of the Egyptians and smote their first ones," she quoted with a meaningful look, and he automatically corrected, "The firstborn."

She had threatened them with the aftermath, Lan said tonelessly, over and over again. So sure were they of their cause, so sure that the church army would be victorious and they would all become rich ministers of a new world order. Tomorrow morning poor old Tirpin will read 2,100 masses for the dead and weep bitterly. They all, who wanted to create a new world order behind his back, went straight to heaven. Again he corrected, "To hell!" She smiled, "because of me!"

She said she was sure the late Cardinal Tomaselli did not have such a ridiculous civil war with so many dead people in mind. He nodded in affirmation, the civil war had arisen out of the unrest that the clerics had conjured up and had gone over their heads. But killing the entire leadership of the clergy within an hour was risky for herself, he said, she was risking her own life. She said tonelessly, she had done everything possible to make sure she left no trace. The lists were printed on special paper that burned automatically after 3 hours. The conversations could not be traced back to her; the device she would destroy in the morning. The groups of her executioners had been carefully mixed, no one knew the other under the mask. The groups knew nothing about the other groups, they had to move strictly in a marked out rayon, stab the priests or cut their throats. They were only allowed to use knives, not pulsers whose signature would give them away. They were to kill only those on the list, sparing all others. Since they were hooded, they did not need to kill the witnesses. Of course, if there was time, they were allowed to fuck the girls and scatter to the winds immediately after the job was done. They were paid with gold coins in advance.

She had thought of many things, perhaps she had made a mistake. Perhaps her deed was being uncovered. But she was a dominatrix in the government, Minister of Police and not entirely without power and influence. And, she had spoken privately with all the dominas, and all of them, privately of course, agreed. He said she could count on him if he could help. He was a strategic military thinker and believed that even the thickest armchair farts in the generalship understood how valuable her brutal purge was to themselves as well. Lan smiled, glad that he understood her, because that was very important to her, she said. It was midnight and her device beeped continuously. The groups reported consummation and dispersed. 10 minutes after midnight, the last group reported consummation. She put the speaking device aside, this time for good.

They ate some of the cold food and fucked on the playground. He ordered a glider at 2 o'clock and went home. The guard stopped him and first called the boss, who knew him. Binara and Jana slept close together. He sat down naked in the library and pulled Fyy onto his lap.

It had been a long, tiring few days, he told Fyy. She should wake him for breakfast tomorrow, he said, before he fell asleep in the armchair. She woke him on time. There was important news, Fyy said, and he nodded wearily.

The city was dead silent, as if it knew how deadly the angel of the Lord had raged. All that could be heard was the early summer wind sweeping through the streets with hurricane force. All the cardinals and bishops had been found murdered. 2,087, to be exact. Fyy looked into his eyes, at his morning glory, and back into his eyes. "Oh, you already knew!" the telepathic android casually remarked, sitting down across his morning glory on his lap. "The kids?" he asked sleepily, and she nodded, "they're still asleep!" She knew him well, of course he was pleased that she was taking care of his morning wood. She rode him at just the right pace and bent over backwards, her body bent backwards like a taut bow, her head on the floor as she came to orgasm. He held her ass cheeks with both hands and squirted into her vagina, which opened in front of him like part of the taut bow. Fyy was the only girl who let him squirt in this unique position. She sat up and kept his cock in her vagina. "Do you want to talk about it?" she whispered and he nodded, telling her everything in a whisper.

Cardinal Tomaselli had anointed the monk Pina bishop, very shortly before his death. Bishop Pina, it was known, was the father of Lan's son Prince. The boy was already 3, but Pan could detect neither special talent nor outstanding intellect in Prince. Lan, of course, praised her child to the skies and he had no reason to disagree. The Pope had been deprived of all clergy management overnight, and so the bishop became Cardinal Pina, who willingly took over Cardinal Tomaselli's agenda, his palace, and the cardinal's not–so–little fortune. He had inherited three favorites from the Cardinal, who of course were warming Pina's cock even before the Cardinal's death. The three dirty patrician girls were young, halfway pretty and understood as much about fucking as the most expensive noble whores. Cardinal Pina had discovered the great invention of fucking with Lan, although the dominatrix Ileana continued to persistently refuse him. He loved to frivolously sweeten his nights with the three young palace whores, without neglecting his duties during the day. Pope Tirpin took a liking to the young energetic cardinal, who soon had more power and influence than anyone else in his circle of advisors. Lan brought it up every week, this is how my little monk becomes Pope! Pan was silent about it, probably she was right, but it was not his business and he did not care.

Isegrim was among the officers who, with the infantry and sappers, were to raze the 6 fortresses of the Church Army to the ground, bury the 300,000 or so fallen of the Church Army in mass graves, and break up the brothels. The order was reversed, of course. First they dissolved the brothels after all the soldiers had fucked the ladies in the brothels. The dead were buried meters deep and the barracks were dragged. Isegrim was glad to finally return to his gonnie women after 4 busy weeks.

Irenea, as Pozzebon later told him, was attacked twice during the riots by marauding groups. There was nothing to steal from her and they did not need to rape her. Irenea had let the group fuck diligently and asked the ones crawling on their gums quite cheekily if she could fuck another one? She laughed triumphantly, there she would by gosh not call for help! Pozzebon laughed, she was really a naughty girl!

They had celebrated Jana's birthday properly months ago. Frequent masturbation by Fyy gradually awakened Jana's sexual fire, she masturbated together with Binara every night and learned the Half–girl masturbation from her. She learned fucking clit to clit and she loved it so much that she fucked Binara at least once every night in that way. She was the more active part in fucking clit to clit and she fucked Binara like an aroused bull. She did it with Binara even when Pan, the daddy, was lying with them. It was exciting to watch the two girls when they fucked each other wedged in each other until their ass cheeks twitched and trembled in orgasm. Long ago Jana also, hiding her face in her hands in shame, let her foster dad masturbate her, who couldn't get enough of her big breasts and stiff teats.

She had let her father cum in her mouth from a young age on and now she was happily sucking and licking the foster father's cock during his breaks. In her mouth he did not like to squirt at all, although she did it again and again, for she had done it always to her father. He never let the girls masturbate him. Jana now watched very curiously and attentively when he fucked Binara or Binara fucked him. Day by day the fire in her cunt grew and she whispered with Binara how much she would like to fuck daddy too. He was not deliberately putting Jana on the rack, but he had been very busy since his brigadier general had been promoted to 5‐star‐general. He himself did not get promoted and only accepted the bonus payment, because Conara and Binara could make good use of all that money.

One of the rare evenings when Pan was sleeping at home, Jana snuggled up to him demanding. She wanted it today, she whispered in his ear, she wanted to be made a woman today. He nodded and they cuddled for what seemed like an eternity, Binara masturbating Jana's clit with great skill. He bent over Jana, she spread her legs wide apart and happily let him penetrate. He had to thrust a dozen times, her hymen was thick and firm and resisted hard. She should relax, let go completely and he had to thrust really hard a few times until the hymen gave way and tore. Jana screamed loudly, but not from pain, but from proudness. He fucked her for a very long time and squirted with pleasure, although she didn't have an orgasm while he fucked her. He assured her that he would use the spray for contraception as soon as she started menstruating. She nodded eagerly, not wanting to have a child so young. She was always included in the fucking now and Binara patiently taught her how to orgasm while fucking.

After two years, Jana moved to the jeweler's household and lay in the son's bed very much in love. They would take over the jewelry business together and start a family. As the orphaned daughter of a fallen man, she was entitled to a large dowry from the military and a beautiful wedding feast, where a general escorted her to the registrar in her father's place. Unfortunately, because the husband was very weak in the loins, she fucked Pan very often to get pregnant. Her husband took her to Pan every day for months and flew her home after a quarter of an hour. In the beginning, her husband brushed her rampant pubic hair aside and spread her vaginal entrance with both hands. Soon Pan didn't want to see the disgusting pubic hair anymore and Jana propped herself up on a chair with both hands. Her husband flipped up her skirt and she stretched her ass cheeks far back, so Pan could fuck her from behind. Her husband spread her ass cheeks apart and Pan filled her cup. She conceived three children, whom her husband raised as his and loved dearly. He continued to bring Jana to Pan every day for many many months and had her fucked, but she never became pregnant again.

The clergy never recovered from the purge. The population had not forgotten and without that backing it could not flourish. Stronger than ever was the whipping of the faithful into sex, into fucking as an expression of faith preached. Pope Tirpin XVI was now almost 100 years old and let cardinals and bishops do as they pleased. He slept nearly 20 hours a day and read 4 hours in old, pious books. The Minister of Justice had overturned a large part of the church laws without replacement and forbade the clergy to carry any weapons. Anyone who wanted protection had to hire secular guards or bodyguard. Clergy were limited to two things. First, they were allowed to be charitable, and second, they were free to preach their sexual views. They were allowed to run sex houses that offered every conceivable variety of sex for free. They were not allowed to take money, because that was the essential difference to the brothels. The brothels were aware of their quality and did not consider the sex houses as competition.

Fyy had won his permission to sabotage the research of the papal academy. There were now quite a few brilliant scientists in the academy, they had been scraped together from all over the world. Fyy urged caution, because these scientists were making giant strides and making good progress. Fyy was very skillful and unobtrusive. The scientists never figured out why they didn't make a millimeter of progress or suffered setbacks. Pan understood little of this technology, but he trusted Fyy and knew she was doing the right thing in the right way.

Fyy reported that the Papal Academy continued to produce Odos and make a fortune from them. Lan and he were raking in their profits and it was by gosh not little. After two years they had balanced their deposits and the flow of money did not ebb. They had also launched a much cheaper model that could actually only fuck, the brain was primitive. They had to double production because of this model, called Hargrim, sold fabulously well. It was the most sought after model for the old, single and ugly. All those who had never fucked before or had not fucked for ages, pressed the Hargrim between their thighs and let themselves be fucked to orgasm. The loin strong Hargrim fucked all the girls and women of a manless household tirelessly, that was his destiny.

The purge was neither investigated nor criminologically processed. It was shelved without resistance and no one was interested in clearing it up.

Lan developed the police apparatus into a well–trained force and successively removed thugs, corrupt people and bad apples. Lan liked to seek Pan's advice, as he was a military instructor and very good at what he was doing. He was always amazed that Lan's infatuation had lasted for years and that she liked to give him a new maid, a dominatrix or a naughty patrician girl on her playground for sexual variety. She kissed him smiling, knowing how much he loved variety. She no longer suppressed her lesbian inclinations and thus enlivened the weekly evenings.

Pan drilled his men relentlessly. He made frequent trips to the pirates' border patrols and floating cities with the help of the telepathic repeater. He counted weapons, battleships, and the distribution of outstations. He kept accurate records and kept all officers informed. They wanted to be well prepared and not be unclear about the enemy as they had been during the last attack. When the pirates attacked, he did not know either, of course. Only that the women had triumphed over the men, he realized very clearly. They dominated 90% of all positions.

He could not refrain from sexually harassing the female commanders of the border patrols. The amplifier was just too good. Women who ran a household, had husbands to fuck and children, didn't go to the combat troops. He virtually stripped all the female pirates and ogled their naked bodies. Most were only moderately pretty. He followed the pretty ones into their cabins and feasted his eyes on their masturbation. Or he would lay them on the bed, remove their armor and clothes, and then fuck them to his heart's content. He didn't care that the girls were completely confused and didn't know who the invisible bastard was.

It surprised him how important virginity seemed to be for the warrior women. He knew from rumors that they defended their virginity with their fists, because if they had surrendered to a fucker, motherhood was the consequence and they had to give up the war craft. He deflowered all the virgins and fucked them as long as he wanted. He never knew which pirate was genetically compatible, since the pirates had a wide variety of humanoids in their ranks. He didn't care if he could impregnate the female pirates this way, but probably not. Some humanoids had physical differences that he examined with voyeuristic interest. Many humanoid girls fell into a kind of animalistic rigidity when he approached them sexually. Some convulsed violently in orgasm and screamed. Others curled up into a ball and willingly presented their open vaginas for fucking.

He was particularly keen on fucking the commander of a border patrol in the middle of her duty. He fucked her from behind when she bent over her controls. He fucked her sitting down when she was in the command chair. He fucked her lying down when she lay down on a break. He grinned wryly when the other crews watched their commander, shaking their heads in disgust. He knew how damaging that was to the subordinates' readiness for duty. He rubbed his hands together, because that was always a success for him. These were things he shared only with Fyy.

Every 5 or 6 weeks he would go to Halfgard and spend two nights with Lea. He enjoyed the peace and quiet of Halfgard and would sit with her in the shade by the pond in the afternoons. He could talk to this woman about everything and laugh about everything. She had become the most important person in his life. He sometimes thought with a shudder that the Halfs were very short–lived and Lea had perhaps less than 10 years left. He pushed those thoughts aside; they had themselves in the here and now. She was very interested in his reports on the pirate women. He had to describe the various humanoids in detail, their anatomy as well as their sexual behavior. She had a strong voyeuristic streak and did not hide it. Sometimes he showed her pictures and processes telepathically, but she was not as strong as him and could not always see a clear, distinct picture. But she laughed hornily when she saw his fucking from his point of view. Lea looked at the strange anatomy of the women, some breed had finger–length clits or ones that sucked on his cock as he fucked them. She laughed uproariously when she saw a race whose labia sucked and nibbled on his cock like lips.

On the ride, he fucked Irenea as he always did, not squirting often and fucking her in her orgasm, then forcibly holding her down and masturbating her until her clit softened. She liked this kind of rape very much and demanded it again and again. She had revealed almost all secrets to Wengin over time and the old lover was kind of glad that she was not hiding anything from him anymore. She walked around naked all summer long, proudly presenting her pussy, always and everywhere.

It was still mid–summer when old Wengin was dying. The engineers had brought him to his house on the lake and Pan drove straight to him with Irenea. On this trip they thought neither of masturbating nor of fucking. Irenea sat by Wengin's bedside all night, holding his hand, and they whispered softly. Wengin died early in the morning, peacefully falling asleep. The engineers promised to bury him with dignity. Irenea was tempted to stay that long, but Pan was able to talk her out of it. They drove back in silence, crying. He took her to Pozzebon's farm and they talked about their friend for two more hours. Irenea's sadness quickly subsided as she spoke of him and told many anecdotes. Pan knew that his successor Tinan could clone Wengin's communicator and would keep in touch with him.