Chapter 29: For the Greater Glory of Laquinta!
The Temporal Social Justice Warriors:
Suddenly, Keith Ashanti was Maria's biggest supporter.
After his... very public experience, some might have thought he would bear a grudge against Maria. After all, it was Maria who ordered his humiliation, who ordered his own wife to put that... thing... in his behind.
Keith's anus was still sore. But any soreness he felt was in his asshole, not his head.
The next day he was like a puppy dog, following Maria everywhere he went, full of praise for his master, eager for a pet on the head. Maria was pleased by Keith's attitude adjustment, so he put it to the test that very evening, when he invited Hillary to his dinner chair and fondled her. Keith was all smiles as Maria fondled Hillary all over, and was still smiling even after Maria whispered in Hillary's ear, and Hillary removed her shirt and bra. Maria continued to fondle Hillary's bare breasts at the supper table, playing with her teats, and Keith was still all smiles.
Things progressed, as they always did with the Temporal Social Justice Warriors, and before long Keith was invited into Maria's bedroom whenever he decided to sample Hillary's wares. At first, Keith was told to remove Hillary's clothing, which Hillary found embarrassing enough; but before long, Keith was actually invited to watch.
"No!" Hillary cried. She was totally nude, having just been stripped of her clothing by her husband in preparation for her tryst with Maria. She had thought that she and Keith had been humiliated as much as any couple could be.
But she was mistaken.
"What's wrong, my dear?" Maria asked, grabbing Hillary painfully by the arms. Maria was nude as well. Looking at Maria's white body, it was easy to forget sometimes that he was a black Spanish person. It was even easier to forget that Maria was a woman. Hillary had dutifully learned in school that women can have penises too, but Maria's penis looked so...
manly
, especially when it was erect and pumping in and out of her dark pussy lips.
"Don't you believe in redistribution of your sexual wealth?" he asked with gritted teeth, as a hand shamefully worked between her legs.
"I... I...." Suddenly, Hillary was without words.
"Don't you think it would be educational for your
husband
to watch the redistribution?" he asked, his fingers working furiously. The way he said 'husband' was almost like an insult.
"I... it's just I'm embarrassed."
With his free hand, Maria lifted Hillary's head so it faced his own. "We can never be embarrassed by economic, social, or sexual progress. Can we, Hillary?"
Hillary shook her head.
Maria smiled and lay her on her back on the bed. Then he climbed on top of her and started to kiss and fondle her.
Hillary tried to close her eyes, but Maria shook her head every time she did, and she got the message. She saw Maria smiling down at her as he fondled her body, and out of the corner of her eye she saw Keith, sitting in a chair, with a weird smile on his face, as if he felt privileged to watch another man make love to his wife.
And then the final indignity came when Maria's female penis got hard, and he pushed her knees up, and Hillary obliged.
Let's get this over with quickly
, she thought.
But nothing happened. She looked down and saw that Maria's penis was above her opening, but he wasn't entering her. She looked up at him with a puzzled expression in her eyes, and he smiled.
"Keith, would you like to do the honors?"
"Oh no, no no no," said Hillary.
"Yes," Maria grinned.
And then, to Hillary's intense amazement and horror, her husband came forward, and, at Maria's urging, took hold of Maria's penis, and docilely inserted it into his wife's vagina.
As Maria started to thrust inside of Hillary, something snapped inside her head. Hillary felt it, and immediately knew what it was. It was her love and respect for her husband. It was as dead as a neutron star. As she looked at him, sitting there with that creepy grin, watching as another man ravaged his wife, she realized she didn't love him anymore. Maria was ten times the man that Keith was... and Maria was a woman!
Once she realized this, Hillary gave into it. She started kissing Maria back with passion. She wrapped her arms around his back, and then her legs around his ass as he pounded into her.
"Oooh.. oooooh.... Oooohhhhh!" said Hillary, totally unabashed as Maria gave her her first orgasm of the night.
The first of several.
And after that, she never allowed Keith into her bed ever again.
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Meanwhile, Maria had his eye on another member of the group. Dana Slotkin. Dana wasn't the problem. She was wet and willing whenever he called for her.
The problem, Maria was increasingly feeling, was Craig Fuller.
Craig was Dana's friend who Maria had let into the Community on Dana's recommendation. Craig was white and male but assured him that he was
inanimasexual
, which was essential, since no white, male heterosexuals could be allowed into the Community.
But Maria... Maria sensed something between Craig and Dana. It was more than just a friendship. Something
much
more. He began to suspect that they were having illicit sexual relations. If Craig and Dana were black or Spanish or any other race it would not have been a problem. But for Craig, a white male, to have heterosexual sex, would put him clearly in the class of the oppressors.
One day Maria saw Dana come out of a supply room, adjusting her hair nervously. A moment later, Craig emerged from the same place. Maria immediately took Dana in his arms and kissed her. "You are so lovely, my dear," he said.
She tittered.
She smelled of sex.
He would have to keep a closer eye on both of them. If Craig was transgressing, the penalty would be severe.
********
But Maria's number one problem in recent weeks was Ahmed Ahmad. The big Laquintan had become his strong right arm over the past few months. He and Red Bull had been his chief enforcers.
But Ahmed was getting increasingly impatient. They were going on missions to help blacks. They were even going on missions to help women. But when would they go on a mission to help followers of Laquinta?
Ahmed became increasingly impatient and even rebellious, and Maria realized that if he didn't do something to placate the Laquintan soon that he was going to have to put him down, and Maria didn't want to do that. Without Ahmed, their little group would lack a representative of a virtuous religion which was full of grievances.
And so, finally, Maria put together a mission to help the followers of Laquinta. But first, that required him to work on Marsha.
********
"It's impossible to go as far back as the 7th century," said Marsha Kalinsky.
"Impossible is a rebellion word, and anti-progressive," Maria said. "Would you care to repeat that, my dear?"
Marsha trembled. "Maria... I want to obey, really I do. But I just don't know how to get the Time Shaft to project back to the 7th century."
Maria nodded, as if he were considering her words. Then he said, "The closet, my dear."
"But Maria!"
"If I have to ask you twice, Marsha, you're going to be in there for a very, very long time," said Maria.
Marsha stifled back a sob, and fingered the circlet around her neck which contained four grams of explosive. With her head bowed, she shuffled to the small walk-in closet, closing it behind her. Maria smiled as he heard the lock click.
********
Maria let her out eight hours later. Marsha had been in total darkness, and had been forced to stand up the entire time. She collapsed to the ground.
"Have any ideas come to you, my dear?"
