I made a decision on my way back to the fast food location, along with my other plans, which I had revised now. I would command Edda to join us, though she would still get to sleep with Miles, Yessenia, and Corazon, probably with Ted and Damon, too. I would also find out if Ted or Damon were married. If they weren't, they were to wed Yessenia and Corazon, so that the girls could find it easier to stay in the country. I hated the existing immigration laws, too, and I fully intended to reform them. Of course, I would also instruct Ted or Damon to keep any girlfriends that they had and to swap with each other as well as fuck and suck each other.
I really could have a second career in marriage or relationship counseling at this rate, due to my unusual ability to command. While some part of me still wondered how I had this power, it was clearly no fluke and I wasn't going to lose it anytime soon, my instincts told me. Whatever had caused my strange power seemed to intend for me to retain it.
I also decided that my previous plans were too small and I needed to think bigger. That was when it occurred to me: the Senate. Instead of running for the House of Representatives, I would simply fill a vacant seat, and that was easy enough to cause. I would command a sitting U.S. Senator to resign and have the Governor appoint me in his stead. Once in office, I could then command any serious rivals to stand aside, so that only joke or straw candidates would oppose me, and they would lose. I loved how I felt bolder now, ready to take up a position much sooner than two weeks from now. I could become a Senator in days, maybe hours.
I returned to the fast food place to find that things had returned to normal for now, which was all the more reason to shake things up. Most of the same people that had been in the place then were gone, including Ted and Damon, who had gone to some seedy motel to film some more gay sex. I took down the address for it and had the manager patch me through to Damon, deciding that it was time for a breather.
"Okay, Damon, you guys need to give it a rest by now, I suspect. I look forward to the sex tape, but I think by now your cocks are about ready to drop off, so take a long, hot shower, then a nap, and then go home for the day. Call me in a couple of days to receive my instructions. Damon, you handle the call. Now, put Ted on," I told Damon, who complied, "Ted, Damon is going to give you several commands that are from me. Follow them as from me. In fact, if Damon gives you an order until you both meet me again, follow it as if it were from me. I want you to suck Damon's cock while he calls me when he does in a few days."
I hung up and then gave Yessenia and Corazon orders to report to me on Wednesday night. I had my reasons, but until then, they were to keep their heads low. I gave them my address and instructed them to bring all of their clothing and anything else essential for grooming, hygiene, etc. Again, I commanded them to do these things in Spanish, still wondering how I was able to speak to them in a language that I had failed my last semester of in high school due to its speed. Somehow, however, I was fluent as a native in their Sonoran dialect.
That was when it hit me: I had performed what many would consider miracles. I had arguably godlike powers. Shouldn't I receive at least some degree of worship? Many of society's problems were rooted in existing religions. I shouldn't be running for public office or dabbling in politics, at least not yet. There might be time for that in the future. Instead, I should start my own religion and attack the real trouble at its source: the existing religious demographic. So much of society was fucked-up by wrong beliefs, case in point being Tracy and Rodney. I should simply start my own church or sect or whatever and use my powers to break the power of entrenched churches forever. If the existing religions were seriously weakened, society could move forward in a much bigger way. These primitive superstitions wouldn't entirely vanish, but I could undermine their influence on society and severely disrupt their cash flow.
"Close up shop for the day, folks. It's a religious festival, the day that witnessed the founding of my new church and you guys are among its first members. I want you all to participate with me in our first rite of our new faith, that of the Grand Orgy. Miles, you can start by enjoying the holy creampie from Xiao's snatch. Kneel and chow down. I want to see that cum go down the hatch. You're not to let a drop of it hit the floor. That would be a real health department scare for sure.
"Edda, worship every man's dick here, except for that of Miles. He will have to earn his phallic devotions from Mistress, won't he? Start by sucking my cock, of course. Oh, and you live with me now, so bye-bye parents or whatever. Your sweet Italian ass is now mine," I ordered everyone present.
I then called home and told Jen, "Leave Vicky with Pam and Grace for now. Grab Cheryl, Jess, and Jamie. Call Carl and Roxanne next. Have them take off early and meet me at this address (the fast food place). It's a fast food place, so we'll have plenty to eat for free for our first service. You see, I've decided to get into amateur porn and organized religion at once. Two nice industries to exploit. The politics can wait. Bring the camcorder, more lube, and some strap-ons. Don't worry, we'll make it up to Pam and Grace later, but especially to Vicky. When we don't have to work grueling hours to survive and can be at her Little League games, she'll understand. Oh, and if Jeff, Lee, and Felipe are there, have them tag along."
"With pleasure, Master! What's next after that?" Jen wondered aloud.
"We find a very nice, very large place to live from now on, one capable of housing so many members of our growing family and religious community. It should be interesting to see what comes of that, especially given how civilization often seems at war with itself. We could be a state within a state, as it were, free from society's disgust and rejection of us. Many of us were malcontents, misfits, etc. As for a name, why don't you think of one, babe? I want to give you an honored place within it, as chief consort to its patriarch," I declared, even as Edda sucked me to near distraction.
"I'm tempted to call it the Church of the Satyr, because lately, hon, your sexual prowess has become off the charts! I'm not joking, either. I think that you've improved in health through so much sex and your stamina gets better by the day, and perhaps, you even have a second power there beyond your ability to control others. Allow me to just recommend the 'Church of the New Era' or something like that. What do you think?" Jen was eager for my approval.
"Church of the New Era has a nice ring to it, until or unless we can come up with a superior name. It has a nice, futuristic, hopeful, even utopian sound to it. It is going to be a new era for mankind, anyway, one without the twisted and disturbing morals of the Christian ethic. I won't call it the 'Judeo-Christian ethic, ' because we can't really blame the Jews for the Church shoving its priggishness down everyone's throats. The Jewish moral code is at least somewhat more reasonable at times and they largely keep to themselves about those things, which I respect," I smiled as I gave my blessing to her idea, showing that I indeed respected her opinions and was interested in her mind as well as her body.
Pretty soon after Jen hung up, I was buried inside Edda again, my dick delivering what the cute Italian slut really wanted, of course. I thought more about the fact that my stamina had seemed to really stretch and increase since I discovered my power and began to use it. I didn't know what exactly was happening to me, and that was when "it" occurred. Right in the middle of screwing Edda, I saw them ... orbs of light which spoke to me. I didn't stop pounding her, but I listened closely to the orbs, which communicated without voices.
I had finally found my role, they told me, and so now they were pleased that they chose me, apparently in that moment that I had told Jen off, to be their spokesman, their prophet, as it were. They told me that my powers weren't going to go away while I lived and I had them for very good reasons, mostly to help "overthrow the real threat to Earth's and Man's future: organized religion and its harmful values." The orbs were especially pleased that I was disrupting mankind's sexual inhibitions.
They were in fact waiting for me to guide mankind before giving us our newest gift, through me: healing and immunity from sexually transmitted diseases. STDs and HIV were only there to limit Man's numbers until he could learn to enlighten himself, so that the Earth wasn't full of fools who didn't care about what parts of Nature they destroyed because the Rapture was going to free them from the consequences or some such nonsense. I pointed out that often their more ideal people had been harmed, and they regretted that as a "necessary way to ensure that the pain of loss motivated people to change."
