I DEMAND POLITICAL ASYLUM

Well, that sounds like a pretty good deal.
But I think I got a better one.
How about I give you the finger,
and you give me my phone call.

You can't scare me with this gestapo crap.
I know my rights.
I want my phone call.

TRUST ONLY THE ONE

ACTS 34-35 Neither was there any among them that lacked: for as many as were possessors of lands or houses sold them, and brought the prices of the things that were sold, And laid them down at the apostles' feet: and distribution was made unto every man according as he had need.
TURNING ON PERPETUAL FUCKING MACHINE.

TURN ON: VAGINAS WHO KILL

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It's good to be in charge for the only change.
out with the old, in with the new.
I AM HIGH PRIEST MAYOR.

FREEDOM

Myron (Martin Villafana) - He went to the basement seeking freedom. Myron is a boy in Mrs. Jewls' class. He is frequently seen as self-absorbed and clueless, and despite this, seeks to be the class president of Mrs. Jewls' class. It is revealed that Myron doesn't know about light switches, what they are, or how to operate them. Ironically, flipping the light switch is the only responsibility that the class president has. He was class president for only one day, but the best one ever. It is safe to call him the nicest, most normal, and bravest person on the 30th story. Myron has never been in trouble. He is the 2nd person to run into the three men while in search of freedom. He is the only person in the entire school who likes Ms. Mushes cooking. He owns a pet chipmunk, Cheese and leaves food out for an odd bird named Oddly (though the bird isn't his pet, as Oddly is considered "free").

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Revelation 20:6 "Blessed and holy is he who has part in the first resurrection. The second death has no power over him, but he will be priest of God and of Christ and will reign with him for a thousand years." (Archangel Michael Verson)

i HATE.

I hear the crowd screaming,
"Encore!! ENCORE!!! FUCKING ENCORE!!!!"

I smile from my coffin-tomb,
buried deep in the earth,
exactly at the core.

My hands begin punching through
the concrete material.

I breathe, professing,

"I AM ALIVE!!!"

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John 19:30 When Jesus therefore had received the vinegar, he said, "It is finished": and he bowed his head, and gave up the ghost.

Luke 23:46 Jesus called out with a loud voice, "Father, into your hands I commit my spirit." When he had said this, he breathed his last.

Mark 15:33 At the sixth hour darkness came over the whole land until the ninth hour. 34And at the ninth hour Jesus cried out in a loud voice, "Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?"—which means, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"

Matthew 27:45 From the sixth hour until the ninth hour darkness came over all the land. 46About the ninth hour Jesus cried out in a loud voice, "Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?"—which means, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"

REVENGE R-E-V-E-N-G-E REVENGE

WHEELCHAIR

WHEELCHAIR

I hear the voices,
"He's coming to... someone getting the readings...
do you think he'll recognize us?"
I keep my eyes closed awaiting there response
"he's going back in...heartbeat offline...
brainwaves shutting down."
Controlling my bodily functions I smile saying,
"I'm awake."
The voices question, "Sir, do you know how long?"
I enquire, "How long what?"
The voices cut to the chase, "Forty-four years have passed, sir."
My eyes fly open as I come to my senses,
"Forty-four years?!"
Looking into a mirror on the wall I see no change of age,
but looking to my sides I see the aged vessels of those I once called comrades.
I question not fully recalling, "What went wrong?"
The cold response, "Nothing, sir..
Four years of your Desert pilgrimage where
your leadership was worse than the Nazi camps.
Everything went according to plan.
You just programmed yourself to shut down once we reached the Nexus."

I blink, "Is he here?"

My angels nod.
They bring the Man of Zion forward.
I see he is alone and defeated.

I speak, "I suppose you want to know why, don't you?
Why I sided with Satan instead of you.
You believe it was the murder of my wife which
I hold you responsible for, but there's more."

I feel him scared.

PROTOCOL

PROTOCOL

My smile is gone and my childhood behind me.
The responsibility of command is accepted.
For the loyalty of my angels I pray.

ARABIAN NIGHTS

ARABIAN NIGHTS

The Arab stares.

I address him curtly,
“Now that Gabriel has finished her duty.
It’s my turn.”

I commence, “The first lesson is balance.”

Pulling a Japanese sword from a sheath on my waist I turn
To the Arab as he holds a crescent style sword,
His energy replenished after his holy fast of Ramazan.

He attacks before I can even say “DEFEND YOURSELF”

I allow him to slice my bare mid-section.
He stares in astonishment as it heals miraculously in a matter of moments.
I move faster than his eye can follow,
Delivering a series of blows with my fists and feet knocking him to the sand.

In fear he drops his sword as I push the tip of mine to his jugular.

I stare with the peace of water in my eyes,
“Your flesh itself can be a deadly weapon.
My training will teach you to kill with your bare hands.”

As I prepare for the long lesson in Martial Arts,
I conclude, placing my sword back into it’s sheath
And offering him a hand to help him up,
“You will address me as Sensei.”

BREAKING AND ENTERING (44 p1)

BREAKING AND ENTERING (44 p1)

The scene changes to forty-four years earlier,
I am still chained and handcuffed,
under interrogation.

The voice of interrogation enquires,
"Tell us about your first time, Sir."

I enquire, "Why?"

"To pinpoint your location in the virgin equation,
so as to properly set the positioning of the temporal relocation machine, Sir."

I stare at the gaping wormhole behind me,
formed from the creating of God.

"Nothing's prefect," I utter under my breath.

"I was in kindergarten, five years old.
We were playing doctor in the playground."

"The first time your penis entered a vagina, Sir."

I slowly speak, "My sister's name was Samantha.
She was two years younger to me.
I was eleven and she was nine.We slept in the same room.
One night I snuck downstairs to watch late night porn,
she followed watching me masturbate.
She came over and took me into her small mouth,
removing our clothes we copied what they were doing on television.
We sixty-nine,
and after several tries pushed my erect penis
into her soft welcoming cunt.
We kissed like movie stars.
She let me cum in her pussy because we didn't know any better and she was not yet having her periods.
We cuddled and snuggled.
We fucked again and again.
My mother woke up.
We threw on our clothes and pretended to have been watching early morning cartoons.
Two or three times a day on weekdays,
God knows how many times on weekends."

A female voice speaks from the back,
"But that's not entirely true is it, Michael?"

I look around in the darkness at this voice who
believes in addressing me by my real name.

She continues, "You forgot the before and after."

I manipulate my wrists to slide out of the handcuffs
buying time as THE MADNESS CONTINUES...

I hatefully respond, " Fine, let's start with the after.
I ran away to a Catholic church.
I confessed to a priest,
was molested and raped by a nun
who then made me videotape her with a strap-on ass-fucking the priest in a dress."

The female voice replies, "and the before"

I spitefully reply "None of your god-damned business."

To which she says, "I will tell you. You yourself were not even nine, only eight.
Your sweet six-year old sister and you shared a bed,
and you would sneak out at night to watch
your mother fuck a different man every week playing with your penis from the shadows."

I HATE.

She speaks on, "one night your make eye contact with your mother as she is getting pounded from behind, her ass being slapped again and again, her hair being pulled and after this first time of being caught you don't stop simply continuing to masturbate until she looks away pretending you're not there.
Finishing, you run back to your sister's sleeping arms."

I ONLY HATE.
I DO NOT LOVE.

She concludes, "your mother had to get so drunk to fuck so many different men.
You watched her get gang-banged,
you watched her with other women.
You saw them take so many drugs.
Your father had been divorced.
Your lonely mother was compensating,
and after she made eye contact with you..."

I CHOOSE MURDER.

She finishes, "She came into your room.
She beat you and your sister.
And with your sister in the same bed,
after that male had left, your mother raped you.
She forced your NAKED child erect penis into her soft warm cunt in her drunken, drug-induced state.
And you orgasmic.
Is this true Michael?!"

I breathe.
My eyes flicker.
I sneer, "Yes."

I take a deep breath, "my beaten sister held me after mother left the room not understanding.
I cried and cried not comprehending.
Three years later my sister and I became husband and wife sharing ourselves with the neighborhood children in group orgies.
My mother never did that to me again.
She went on to work in a pornography video store where I worked briefly.
She died of leukemia recently."

The voice enquires diligently, "And how did your father die?"

I admit the true reality.

Looking for the voice's eyes I say,
"I killed him.
I raped my step-mother at gunpoint, then shot him while his two new sons slept in the next rooms."

She wants to know, "Where is your sister?"

I truthfully reply, "I honestly don't know.
After the situation with the nun I came back beyond cruel.
Mental hospitals were a normal occurrence for me.
She went to go live with my father because I continued to beat her into bloody pulps while raping her."

The voice finally finishes, "and one day she just disappeared.
Another teenage runaway."

I release my hands form the cuffs.

I command,
"LOOK BEHIND YOU"

THE DEVIL'S REPLACEMENT

THE DEVIL’S REPLACEMENT

Chinese Hellfire soothes my soul.

She is a Chinese porcelain doll,
the only child of her parents.
her gown is first class,
her glass slippers shine.

I hate everyone.

I was promised quarantine.

She is a toddler.
I am her Prince Charming.

Around the room are cameras,
broadcasting to a closed circuit recording device,
and a private room for her parents.

I invited her parents for a better life.
I drugged them.
I kill them in the near future.

She sits in my lap.
I turn her small face to me.
I kiss her cheeks
and push my hand up her dress.
Rubbing her soft cunt
from her panties
I enter my tongue into her mouth.
Her small tongue dances with mine.

Our eyes lock.
She blushes.

We are in sexual love as
I pull her panties aside
entering my finger into her vagina.

She gasps.
We continue to kiss as
I lick her neck and nibble her ears.

She is sitting on my lap
and feels my penis enlargen under her small ass.

Her soft eyes look at me curiously.
Removing my fingers from her pussy,
I let her explore my pants
unzipping me with her small hands.

My cock escapes.

Her small hands hold my huge member.
She plays with it.
Lifting her off my lap,
I spread my legs and stand her between them.
She continues to fondle my penis,
enjoying her new discovery.
I guide her mouth to kiss it.
She obeys.

Knowingly with innocent eyes,
she takes my large cock into her mouth.
I have to control myself
as I feel her teeth and small tongue
cover the entirety of my cock.
She is chocking and gagging
for I have indeed pushed my penis
deep down her tonsils,
I feel the insides of her throat
as I face fuck her violently,
her face turning blue her eyes watering.

For four days she has not eaten,
only drugs.
my penis is her first and final meal.

I ejaculate deep down her throat.
Pulling my cock from her mouth,
she coughs and gags.
she vomits water from her stomach

She is a masochist.
I am a sadist.

I pick her up and put her over my lap,
lifting up her dress,
I spank her mercilessly.
She cries.
I take a razorblade cutting the sign of the beast,
the number of Satan into the back of her neck.

She screams.
We are secluded.

On a monitor I see her parents break down.

After some time,
after licking and swallowing her blood,
I lift her up to put her face on my cock,
I lift her small body,
her dress falls back over her body
as she takes my limp penis back into her mouth
while I move my tongue between her thighs,
tasting her soft pussy.
My tongue fucks her pussy.
I had no idea a toddler could get so wet.
She is dripping.
My hands hold her tiny ass
as my tongue licks her regions
entering her soft asshole.

I enjoy rape.

My penis hard,
my testicular semen refilled,
I lift her up.

She looks at me excitedly wit fear
as I place her pussy over cock,
rubbing our two extremities together.

We kiss again.
I growl.
She giggles.

Her hands go to the buttons of my shirt
as she undoes them
revealing my manly chest.

She covers my chest with kisses.
Reaching under dress,
I rub her small feminine chest.

Pushing my erect cock between her legs,
her panties pulled aside,
I enter her pussy.
She winces and cries in pain.
We kiss as we fuck.
My hands reach to her ass,
my finger explore her shithole,
pushing her up and down on my cock,
her child pussy so tight.

I am fucking a Chinese toddler.

She is breathing heavy.
Blood is dripping from her vagina,
as I push my cock in deeper.
I remove one hand
and slap her face again and again.
The slaps become punches.

She is crying.
I fuck her harder.

She is so wet.
I remove my finger from her asshole
shoving them into her mouth.

I didn’t know a child so young
could orgasm so violently
as I suddenly feel her pussy erupt
all over my cock,
our eyes lock over her beaten bloody face
as she shudders in ecstasy around my cock.
My penis explodes.
A geyser of semen is released into her small vagina.

We kiss.
I hold her close as we share our orgasm.
My cock remains in her vagina.
I lick her tears.

Removing my dick finally,
I lift her up and place her on the ground.
I stand.
I command her to undress me.
She obeys.

I stand nude before her.
She worships me.

Falling to her hands and knees
she worships.
My cock is erect.
I walk behind her,
lifting up her dress,
pulling her panties down her thighs
I spread her ass cheeks,
and plunge my member deep into her asshole.

She yells in pain as
I sodomize this sexy toddler.
Her asshole is bleeding.
I am rough as I hold her by her hair
pounding into her further.

She is crying again.

I fuck her more cruelly,
ripping her dress
my dick pushing it’s way deep into her.
My balls finally slapping against her ass.

Her parents witnessing every honor.

The little slut orgasms again.
I ejaculate in her ass,
pulling my cock out with such speed as
to cause her to scream louder than before.
I turn her face to my cock
as I continue to orgasm and
cover her face with my load.

I urinate.

Our eyes lock again as she opens her mouth
to take my fluid in her throat.

I cover her flesh with my piss.
She leaps for my cock,
wanting to taste her shit and swallow my piss.

I completely rip off her clothes
as she is nude.

We fuck again and again and again.
Position after position after position
Our naked bodies are one.

My God, she loves me.
God only knows how much time passes.
Hours into days.

I can feel my heart beating
as I anticipate the climax.

She is weak from lack of food.
She is sleeping on top of me.

I wake her.
We kiss.
She climbs on top of my penis.
She enters.
She orgasms.
I continue.
I lift her small body and place her in missionary position,
Spreading her legs
I continue to fuck her,
kissing her as a bride, my wife,
she orgasms again.
I turn her around fucking her like a dog.
She is ecstatic with another orgasm.
I remain.
I bring her back to our starting position,
my spine to the ground,
her riding my cock from above.
We share our tongues as I feel the onslaught
of her final ecstasy.
Our eyes locked,
our tongues melted,
we orgasm together.
She knows the path.
Her child mouth speaks, professing holy love.

I kiss her one final time,
my teeth reach for her neck,
her jugular vein,
I bite and rip her open.
I swallow her blood.
I open her chest with my piercing hands,
and remove her heart,
my penis still in her,
I swallow her toddler heart.

She is dead.

I fuck her dead flesh to orgasm.

I hold her flesh,
my mouth dripping with blood.

I speak the command to explode the room
with her mommy and daddy.

A single word,
“NATURE.”

MEROVINGIAN MEETING

MEROVINGIAN MEETING

I see myself in a mirror.
A French maid addresses me, her sexuality is mine,
“His Majesty would be honored if you would join him for dinner, Sire.”
I join a young king at the table.
As we commune, I speak his dialect,
Knowing he is the first in a royal dynasty
Professing to be blood of the union from Jesus Christ and Mary Magdalene.
Obviously not there for the maid,
But allowing her the privilege of licking my feet
While dinner is served and eaten,
I diplomatically yet authoatitvely persuade the new crowned king
“we’re going to build an army,
THE ONLY MILITARY.”

FREQUENT FLYER

FREQUENT FLYER

An Indian stewardess enters holding a baby infant girl.
The Indian stewardess falls to worship me
as I toss the flesh of the Chinese toddler aside
focusing on the living baby infant girl in my hands.

I have crossed the point of no return.
I cannot return.
I can’t go back.
But more importantly,
I don’t want to go back.

The Indian stewardess speaks the words
to begin my necessary evil,
the conquest of the human species,
“I WORSHIP YOU, MICHAEL.”

THE BLACK OIL (44 p1)

THE BLACK OIL (44 p2)

The Woman of Zion turns her head to look.
Standing behind her is a female child
pointing a gun straight at her brain.
The woman of Zion smiles erroneously,
“Now be a good girl, honey,
and give mommy the gun.”
The child pistol slaps her mother in the face,
“Shut the fuck up, bitch.”

The mother is shocked.
She looks behind her daughter and
sees a man standing there.
The woman of Zion is shocked
doing a double take,
once to me and then to him.

She stares shocked and mystified.
The mirror image of myself stands aware.

I address him, “So you’re Flux Paradox”
His eyes answer my question.
I reel back in surprise as staring into his eyes
reveals the centuries of life I will endure.

I question, “Do I keep my promise to her?”

Flux nods.
Around the room monitor’s change to show
the RECORDED LIFE from birth to death
in cut clips playing on different screens in different scenes.

I only sigh, “She was so beautiful.”
Flux agrees.
I further enquire, “Did you meet them, the five?”
Flux smiles.
Staring into his eyes I am forced to ask,
“Exactly how far back did they send us?”
The smile disappears.
Too far it would seem.
I stare further and the explosion in my mind erupts,
“You met Him?!
You drank his blood directly from the cross?!”
The sorrow in his eyes are the only confirmation I need.

The Woman of Zion interrupts,
“and now you’re going to kill me,
you ungrateful son of a bitch.”

I turn to her,
“No. Your daughter, my bride, has strict orders.”

The Women of Zion screams
“Damn it, Michael!
We made the matrix to create you!”

I correct her,
“No.
God made me.
You just interfered.”

She watches as her daughter smiling
keeps the gun pointed at her mother
while the child sets up
a small miniature flame thrower aimed
at her mother’s vagina.

The mother is frozen in fear as I take the same chains
that bound me and place them on her.

The Woman of Zion screams,
“I’ll join you!!”

I smile sinisterly as I prepare an iron mask
over an open fire,
“I’ve heard that LIE before.
It’s far too late.”

The Woman of Zion screams louder,
“How many males get your level of sexual fantasy?!
Three teenage female patients
in a mental hospital,
a ménage a trios
with two sexy women in prison?!
You got to fuck in prison
and this is the thanks we get?!
Need I go on?!
A stewardess on your flight of exile
while the two escorting cops
sat clueless on the plane?!
Need I go on?!
How many girls during your high school days?!
How many adult women?!
We programmed them to desire you,
to seduce you?!”

I no longer smile.
“No.
Fate is beyond your programming.
All that sex and not a breath of love.
My wife was a flash in the pan proving
that love does not exist because if it did,
she would still be alive.”

I conclude the argument with a quote,
“You never had a camera inside my head!”

The others present are frozen
in fear of Flux Paradox.
They are learning to fear me too.

My African secretary enters the room,
holding a male baby in her arms,
she hands him to me.

The Woman of Zion screams,
“What are you doing to my son?!”

I take the son of Zion
and break his skull on the floor,
mashing his reveal neural organs of mush
with the heel of my foot.
She howls in horror.
Her own daughter,
my loyal wife,
turns on the flame thrower,
melting her mother’s vagina close as
I place the hot mask on her face burning her flesh.

Taking a sword from a Mexican nurse who enters,
I first make a small gash in the Woman of Zion’s stomach,
reaching in to pull out her uterus.
After forcing her to eat her own wasted womb,
I perform the final touch by taking the sword
and slicing off her feet
as her daughter burns the stumps shut.

I lean to her ear,
HATING HER SEX with every breath,
and profess,
“I was hungry and you did not feed me.
I was thirsty and you did not give me drink.
A stranger an you did not take me in.
Sick and in prison and you did not visit me.
Naked and you did not clothe me.”

From his cell down the hall,
watching the whole scene on television,
I hear the Man of Zion scream.

Flux Paradox chuckles silently.

THE HITLER ARGUMENT

THE HITLER ARGUMENT

He has watched a colored man rape his German bride.
The little man with the funny mustache screams as
I throw him the gun I pointed at him
While forcing him to witness her pleasing orgasm
He fires.
A BULLET TO THE BRAIN.
I heal.
His eyes widen.
In German he gasps, “You are the Devil!”
I correct, “No. Just his replacement.”
He smiles insanely but crying with his voice,
“You said the Third Reich would rule the world if only I obeyed you and murdered those Jews!”
I smile at his upcoming suicidal expressing as his wife falls to her hands and knees begging me for more,
“I lied.”

DEUX MUSROOM, SIL VOUS PLAIT

DEUX MUSROOM, SIL VOUS PLAIT

The white men are gathered in the office.
Here I am,
the only brown skinned allowed in here.

It is them who are colored to me.

The white skinned devil
sitting behind the desk turns to me,

“We would appreciate your advice, sir.”

I smile.

A military man makes a snute remark
about taking orders from a colored,
another pulls out his gun
shooting that joker point blank
in the back of the head.

The presidential aide storms in.
She gasps,
but regains her composure.
Her skirt is just the right length.

I motion for her to come over,
whisper orders in her ear,
and slap her scared butt to go.

The desk is cleaned.

She returns with a tray of flood,
setting it before me.

The onlookers gasp.

I hear the mumbling and whispers,

“Is he about to do what I think?”

“No. It’s not possible.”

“There isn’t anyone who’s seen him ever eat or drink!”

I eat.
I drink.
The flesh and blood of Jesus Christ, of course.

I get up.
I began to beat the presidential aide.
She turns me on so much
as she implores the onlookers for help,
but they know their place.

She cries as I rape her,
all three of her holes torn open with blood,
her face broken and beaten,
her professional dress in total shreds.

I can tell she is pregnant with my seed.

The look in her eyes
confirms her acceptance of her own death
by my bare hands
after she gives birth to my child.

I sit down.

She begs to lick my feet.

I nod.

She thanks me for the privilege
washing my feet with her blood and tears,
as she uses her tongue faithfully.

I finish a cup of coffee.

The Texas style meal was excellent.

I pat my lap.

She comes to sit down.

We kiss deeply.

The white boys await my orders.

I command, “Hiroshima and Nagasaki.”

THE BLIND ONE (44 p3)

THE BLIND ONE (44 p3)

The voice of Interrogation recovers from the shock,
“Why did you do that, Sir?”

I hear the Woman of Zion whimper.
I answer,
“Don’t ask questions you all ready know the answer.
Payback.”

The Daughter of Zion and I fuck.

I stare at the wormhole,
and pay close attention to the charred skeletons
surrounding it’s entrance.
I enquire the Scientists,
“so that’s the fate of all
you tried to approach this thing.”

The Scientists nod in fear,
their heads bowed in submission.

I wink at Flux,
kiss Daughter of Zion good-bye
and before I can leap, the Scientists question,
“What are you going to do upon your arrival, Sir?”

Before leaping I reply,
“I’m going to find my sister.”

ALL IN A DAY'S WORK

ALL IN A DAY’S WORK

She eyes me as I walk in her office.
I place my hand on her thigh,
she tries to slap me,

I beat and rape her.

She begs for more.

THE ABSENCE OF GRAVITY

THE ABSENCE OF GRAVITY

A room with a bed.
A female form enters.
Her scent is virginity.
She sexually comforts me.
We sleep.

“Wake up, Michael.”
My eyes open.
She knows my name.
I whisper, “Mrs. Fellowes”
She rubs my head affectionately.
She is neither energy nor matter.
She explains, “Human beings are no longer bound by energy or matter.
I’ve taken this form to best communicate with you.
We’ve been expecting you for sometime.”
As she stands, both of us nude,
I enquire,
“How long?”

Her answer scares me as I realize
I am surrounded by God,
“10,000 years.”

RECONCILIATION (44 p4)

RECONCILIATION (44 p4)

The wormhole collapses around me,
I hear the voices,
“It’s holding him…
he’s surviving…
the oil is replicating…
but at such a slow pace…
it seems to be getting smaller…
no, it’s increasing in mass…
eventually every atom of his…
wait, he’s coming out!”

Pitch black.
I only hear voices as
the feet of scientists scuttle and shuffle around me.
“Sir, are you okay?”

I truthfully reply,
“I cannot see.”

The Daughter of Zion comes
and sits in my lap,
“The wormhole is gone.
All that remains is a black oil covering your eyes.”

I stare in the direction of Flux Paradox.
The Daughter of Zion sees my head and answers,
“You were in that thing for forty days.
Flux froze in position as if standing guard,
he hasn’t moved a muscle,
no twitch, nothing.”

An examination commences,
the Scientists send me a Priest.

The Priest of Science sits down,
“Michael, for you alone the oil
is no longer considered bad.
It is completely over your eyes and your heart.
Your testicles and penis are affected too.
An atom size particle of it remains lodged
in between the hemisphere of your brain.”

I only hear his voice
as the Daughter of Zion feeds me.

He continues,
“Our scientists have measured it’s rate of replication
and determine that in four years
every atom of your flesh and being shall be infected.”

I hear him vomit as I feed the Daughter of Zion
with my own waste
using her digestive system
as my personal sewage system.

The Priest says,
“there’s something else.
The reason you were originally imprisoned here.”

I speak finally,
“Right.
The Murder of the Oracle.”

He continues,
“She left her last will in the form
of a recording only to be played
for one entity in the presence of all.
We have guarded the recording faithfully
waiting for the one she instructed.”

I swallow the lump in my throat
as the Daughter of Zion hands me a gun
aiming my hand to the priest.

I HATE THE ORACLE.

I inform the Priest,
“Your last words are to tell me
who she instructed you to wait for
in order to hear her final will and Testament.”

Making the sign of the cross,
he confesses,
“the Sightless One… the Blind One”

I pull the trigger.

SLUM SISTER

SLUM SISTER

I walk deep into the dirtiest area of town,
crime everywhere.
The air of the desert surrounds us.

It was the dreams that haunted me the most.
As if I was there with her.
Nightmares that crossed time and space.

In a room is a girl child,
she is crying,
another night, another meal
barely enough to keep her alive.

She eats her meals with the dogs.

Her holes are torn open.

God knows how many males
have used her tonight.

She has no memory of a life before this.

I offer my hand,
and even though she wouldn’t trust
anyone else promising change,
she knows by the look in my eyes
of my sincerity and compassion.

As I pick her up,
holding her closer to me,
I whisper endearingly,
“It’s time to go home, little sister.”

FACING FEARS

FACING FEARS

On the throne of a French General,
away at battle,
I fuck his empress.
Our affair is secret save the Emperor’s aide.
She wears her most elegant royal gown,
her crown on her head.

Her cunt is satisfied.

The aide enters as I pound the royal pussy further.
Slipping her hand beneath her dress,
the aide waits.
I nod permission
as she begins to play with herself
as I continue to fuck the queen.

I motion for the aide to come closer.
Still fingering her cunt,
lifting her dress further,
she places her vagina over her queen’s mouth.
Gasping and moaning she reports the enquiry,
“He wants to know where to go next.”

As the three of us shudder in simultaneous orgasm,
my seed filling the womb of the Empress
we change positions to continue our ecstasy
And I state, “Waterloo.”

LAST REQUEST (44 p5)

LAST REQUEST (40 p5)

The scientists have set up the recording playback mechanism
and broadcast the transmission
to all remaining survivors.

The recording plays as I sit on the floor.

“Hello, Neo”

I mutter under my breath,
“Damn it woman.
My name is Michael.
I am the Merovingian.”

The recording of the Oracle answers,
“Ofcourse it is Michael.
I guess I’ll just call you Mero,
between the two of us.”

The crowd goes wild.

She continues as if reading my mind
from beyond the grave,
“Yes.
That would make Flux Paradox
over there the Architect.”

And we speak in unison,
“and the Source is the One,
the Lord Jesus Christ”

The crowd goes hysterical.

Speaking to this linear recording I chuckle,
“so you knew well in advance I would kill you.”

The Oracle recording answers,
“Yes.
It was necessary.
For this moment in time.
You see…”

Our voices become one,
“the function of the Oracle must be maintained
for the collective necessity.
The punishment for the Murder of the Oracle
is for the Guilty Party…”

I answer alone,
“to become Host to the Oracle,
to become the New Oracle.”

I pause, “but how?”

The Oracle’s Last Will and Testament answers,
“You all ready know the answer, Mero.”

The blackness from my eyes
evolves into pure light
as the Oracle concludes,
“It’s what you’ve always wanted, Merovingian.
My final gift to you, Michael.”

I whisper in awe,
“the eyes of the Oracle”

The Oracle’s voice confirms,
“the eyes of the Oracle”

The crowd goes insane.

10,000 YEARS, MRS. FELLOWES

10,000 YEARS, MRS. FELLOWES

I pass out from shock opening my eyes to her smiling face,
caring for me with soft kisses.
She hands me a device of light
which implants itself to my neural mind.

She continues, “The Internet has evolved too.
Of course even using the word Internet is quite primitive.”

As she says that sentence I experience
the full life of Sherlock Holmes from birth to death.

I gasp.

She chuckles, “I thought you’d enjoy that.
But you should bathe now as we learn a lot
from the molecular shedding of your holiest of holy DNA’s.”

Guiding me to a bathtub I stare inside
to exclaim with reverence,
“That’s water?!”

It is an invisible liquid so clean
as to shine like a diamond,
yet revealing the redness of blood
as if straight from the cross of Jesus Christ himself.

“It is straight from the cross,” she says,
“you imported it so we could replicate it.”

She bathes me.
I bathe her.
We make love in the blood of Jesus Christ.

As she nestles on my chest,
she tells me, “I care for you so much.
You can’t imagine what a wonder it is
to be selected for your arrival.
That reminds me!
You’d better check your mail,
I’ve forgotten to tell you,
you have over ten thousand years
of fan mail to answer!”

I gasp again.

She laughs like a song,
“It’s done.”

I blink questioningly.

She taps my head,
“DNA is an amazing thing.
Once we know certain prime equations stored
in your telepathic matrix we can determine
the choices you’ll make all in a span of time
that makes that cute eye blink
of yours look like eternity.”

I question because I want to know,
“But how did you know I was coming?”

She curiously answers, “How could we not?
You told us yourself of your arrival.”

We go to a museum where she shows me
a piece of cloth encased in protective surroundings.

She guides intellectually,
“Every human being who ever lived
is part of our telepathic archives.
Once we found your genetic marker on this cloth over
twenty thousand years old we preserved it and
through temporal analysis were somewhat baffled
to find it emanated a signature from our own timeframe.
Besides, cowboy, you left us a note
on that primitive Internet thing of yours.”

She tickles me.

I tickle back.

Calming down from childish giggles I must know,
“Does my Federation still exist?”

She smiles knowingly,
“Oh yes.
Your Federation was pivotal
in the exploration and conquest
of what you would call the Galaxy,
and then the Universe.
We’ll take a field trip to your solar system,
next week as you’d say it.”

“As I’d say it?”

“Time has no meaning here,
now that you’ve let us know
the spherical continuity of time.
You have just shattered linear equality.
The universe as you know it
was just the icing on the cake.”

“My solar system?
So I can go to earth?”

“Oh no.
No one is allowed to Earth.
It is the forbidden fruit of our reality.
But we can visit other earths if you’d like
from parallel dimensions.”

“I thought you said
I just now shattered the linear equality thing?!
How could you go to other dimensions so fast?
The universe colonized?
Is there alien life?!”

She puts a finger to my lips.

And then I realize the simple fact
that I did not enjoy so recently.

Pure holy silence.

She touches my nose twice with her index finger.

For our entire conversation
from my awakening to this moment
where our eyes are locked into the other,
both of us have not uttered a sound.

She sings with her heart,
“Now speak to me.”

I fly with my mind,
“How long can I remain here?”

She soothes me,
“You will go when it’s necessary.”

I pull her closer,
taking her mouth into mine deeply,
“I don’t think so.
I like it here.”

She pulls my head away
to look her in the eyes,
centuries of technological logic
shining from her soul.
“You must.
How do you think you’ll touch the cloth?”

The realization of my temporal imprisonment
dawns on me as she takes me to an arena
where I enter hand in hand with her.

Thousands upon thousand of females.
My seed of HOLY SIN impregnates them
MY FACE OF EVIL is born from their collective wombs
Their LOYALTY is mine alone.

She guides my eyes to look closer.
I realize to her,
“I am the only male.”

She smiles, nodding, as she instructs,
“You will stay here for some time.
Your millennium life cycle did not begin
until your first quantum leap.
And according to our charts
you have a considerable time left.”

I ask, “And then you send me back.”

She says, “No.”

I slowly respond,
“I’m going…forward?”

She simply states, “Yes.”

“But why? And how far?

She furthers my depth of temporal understand,
“You see, when we read your DNA on the cloth
we also picked up traces from temporal signatures
far in the future beyond the measurement of time.”

She communicates even more logically
as she prepares to make love to me one final time,
my duty of impregnating
this female only species in the future finished,
my time in this time line coming to a close.

She calms me before our final embraces of sexual union,
“We ourselves want to know.
So you will go forward,
as only you have been selected.
Then returning to the past your records
will be meticulously maintained.”

As we make love one final time
I feel my sperm enter her soft holy sex
to join her egg
and am at one with the creation of life
inside the construct of her womb.

And then I say what I’ve known for so long
as we kiss deeply,
our private members still melted
into a unity of one holy flesh,
“You time travel too.”

She smiles satisfied as she licks my lips
ending our kiss,
bringing her mouth to my ear,
speaking the vocal trigger
that will release me from this time frame
and plunge me into a future
no one has dared to enter but me alone.

And for the first time I hear her words
in the classic sense of vocal communication
speaking a language so holy
only MATH can describe it
as she cries tears of farewell,
“I LOVE YOU, MICHAEL.”

BEHIND THE PRESIDENT'S CHAIR

BEHIND THE PRESIDENT’S CHAIR

Over one hundred cities are selected.
A good portion in what many consider
to be the modern day Babylon.
The agent sentinels speak their closing lines.
They are only children.
Beautiful holy girls designed
to be raped by me alone
for this one necessary mission of suicide.
A climatic point in the crusade of children.
The glow of their eyes across the internet
as they handle the nuclear keys.
Witnessing from the safety
of a QUARANTINE CONSTRUCT.
their burning alive while placing their keys
in their machines.
The readings on this QUARANTINE CONSOLE
stating all is in place as the girl children
each flip the switch to turn their machine on.
Their dying action to help return
the human race to life.
Based on population,
the nuclear fires burn as
the Devil’s replacement smiles sexual satisfaction.

THE VIRGINITY OF JOAN OF ARC

THE VIRGINITY OF JOAN OF ARC

I am given a private audience with the accused
immediately upon her capture.
Such is my level of power
in this day and age.
I cruelly inform her of her fate,
that she will be burnt alive
though just recently
her young teenage flesh was leader,
general, of an army.

She is professed to be a virgin prophet.
I beat her mercilessly.
I rape her virginity.
I feed her her final meal.

GALAXY

GALAXY

As I walk into the bedroom,
the sexy hot fuckable British tart
dressed as a constable escorts me happily.
We enter and she proceeds
to bring my order in.

I look at the five young girls.

Each in military uniforms
from different countries,
as the girls are also internationally diverse.

In front of them,
I begin to beat and manhandle the cop.

She is upset as she screams,
“Hold the fuck on!!
I didn’t sign on for this!!”

Her face beaten,
I break her even further,
tying her to the chair.

Screaming she continues,
“this room’s got cameras!
And who the fuck do you think you are?!
Ordering five young girls like this?
I’ve made men cum
without even opening their fly!!
You think you can handle
these five at once?!!”

Not smiling,
I fuck the five.

The cop’s mouth drops open
as she watches me rape them
from setting sun to rising sun.

I can see her squirming.

Looking at her,
I take each girl one by one
into the bathroom
for a private bath with me.

Steam and smoke come from the bathroom
filling the bedroom with an impenetrable fog.

Finally I take the cop inside,
and her eyes go wider
as she sees I have filled the bathtub
with dry ice.

I speak,
“We don’t have much time.”

I hand her a pair of guns.

Her eyes lock with me.

She understands.

We open the bathroom door.

The girls have opened my suitcase,
the secret compartment revealed.

For good luck,
I fuck the cop to orgasm
as the fog begins to diminish.

As the fog clears,
it is quite apparent
that each girl
now has two guns each
from the youngest elementary age
to the oldest barely a teenager,
none of which have had their first period.

My dick satisfied,
their pussies in esctacy.

We hear the footsteps of the incoming battle,
as the cameras have revealed our preparation.

The cop kisses me hard and strong,
“We’ve been waiting so long, Sir.”

My cock throbs harder.
The girls are ready.

I lead.
I kick the door open.

We fight.

The building explodes to the ground
destroying the previous management.

We survive.

KNOW THYSELF

KNOW THYSELF

A scared female stares at me.
I keep the gun pointed at her
somewhat amazed that this being
is actually frightened of me.

My eyes are on fire with hatred.
There is no love between us.
Too much death has occurred
as a result of our marriage.

There was humour once,
but then I crossed this line of salvation
into the cold chambers of damnation
where she dared not to visit.

Human beings would call it drifting apart.

She is still staring at me.
This started as a futile battle,
but, at some point in time,
the tide of destiny turned in my favor.
As I discovered that no even the Mighty Oracle
is above the glory of Trinity.

“Do you remember how this began?”

“I remember every heartbeat.”

Only the two us remain.

There is no time here,
no measurement of space.

An infinity was taken for me
to properly trace and pinpoint
these sacred coordinates.

She was alone with no guard,
expecting my arrival.

A change occurred.

We will fight,
for it is fated,
and she will kneel before me momentarily,
begging for the lives of those she knows
are destined to die.

I am confused by the irony of her futile pleas.

“So we’re the reason love does not exist.”

We remove our clothes,
and here she stares scared.

“You have no idea how holy I am, do you?”

“We have no idea how holy we are, do we?”

We are becoming one.

And as I rape her,
fucking her cunt to eternal orgasm,
I smell the blood of her broken virginity.

I fuck her to pregnancy.
I fuck her to the birth of our holy unity.
I fuck her to death.

Her final words are mine to know alone.

BEYOND

BEYOND…

I awake.
“Oh…my…God”

HOLY CHILD

THE HOLY CHILD

In nature a child awakes me.
I can not look into his eyes.
His holy being radiates beauty and humility.
I can see he is smiling happily as
he serves me a meal of bread, rice, and water
which all seemed to come directly from his being.
I smile awkwardly because his innocence is contagious.
Finishing my meal, he hugs me.
Brotherly love motivates his affectionate kisses
as I realize what I must do to leave this reference of time.

I make eye contact.

MR. X (40 p1)

MR. X (40 p1)

“Did he just move?”

“I doubt that.
In four years he hasn’t.
Why now?
He doesn’t even breathe.
You’ve just been on watchdog duty for too long.”

“But I could swear… I’m checking the logs.”

Monitors rewind, slow motion ensues.

“There! Right there! I knew it!”

“Well I’ll be saved.
He blinked.”

The Daughter of Zion enters the core chamber,
officers stand at attention
as she examines the evidence.
A female child stands by her side
faithfully waiting;
silent as her mother takes charge.

She commands, “at ease”

The soldiers relax.

And then the explosions begin.

Viewing the monitors,
the Daughter of Zion witnesses
a battle ensuing on the upper entry levels
of this underground home.

She demands,
“How many?!”

A weapons officer closes in
with cameras onto the scene,
two nuns are attacking the entire army.
The officer replies,
“Just those two!
And they’re bypassing security access codes!”

An intelligence officer reports,
“I’m tracing their access codes now.
They’re linked to our mainframe somehow
allowing them clearance past security checkpoints.”

The Daughter of Zion wants to know,
“How did they get in here in the first place?”

A young ensign says,
“probably with that nun orgy we just commandeered.”

The intelligence officer responds,
“I’m tracking their clearance codes now.
It will take some time
to trace and pinpoint the reason they are…”

The Daughter of Zion interrupts,
“Just do it!!”

A half hour passes.

The answer,
“They’re codes were created
by the Merovingian-Oracle.”

The Daughter of Zion pauses taking a deep breath.
She switches on the mass communication device,
“All forces!
Lay down your weapons and surrender!
I repeat Surrender!”

Around the underground guns are put to the floor
and the army takes the position of worship.

The two nuns pause
not even breaking a sweat,
removing their hoods
they reveal the fullness of their faces.

The Daughter of Zion whispers,
“Get me a close up.”

A snap is taken just before
the nuns begin jogging past
the surrendering army
increasing their speed exponentially.

The ensign comments,
“they look Jewish”

The Daughter of Zion replies,
“They are.
I’d recognize sisters of my own breed
in a black out.
How much damage?”

The weapon’s officer reports with astonishment,
“Three thousand of our elite soldiers dead.”

The intelligence officer gasps,
her composure broken,
“three thousand?!
in the space of a half hour?!
By only two nuns?!”

The monitor watches
as the nuns run down corridor
and hallway picking up speed.

The ensign reports,
“They’re gaining speed.
Faster and faster.
This isn’t possible!
They’re headed down here.
And they’re deactivating cameras as they go!”

The Daughter of Zion enquires,
“How long?”

The intelligence officer maps their speed,
calculating the exponential growth,
factoring in their path of descent
to this holy, sacred place,
and finally reporting with awe,
“Fifteen minutes.”

The ensign shrieks,
“It takes seven days from
the main congregation hall to here!!
What the hell do you mean fifteen minutes?!”

The Daughter of Zion commands,
“Be quiet.”

She walks to Flux Paradox and questions,
“Why did you blink?”

Flux Paradox does not respond.

Monitors black out.

One monitor remains.
The intelligence officer comments,
“All cameras are disabled,
save our surface world feeds.”
The Daughter of Zion orders,
“On screen.”
As the screen plays the remaining cameras
the surface world one after the other,
the Daughter of Zion gasps,
“It’s an army.”
She looks at the females in Muslim black dress,
weapons at the ready.
She is amazed,
“and not a single male among them.”
The weapon’s officer studies the eyes carefully,
as she sees the fierce COMMANDO LOYALTY in them,
she deduces correctly,
“Oh no.
There is a male.
Just one.
And he’s leading them.
He’s in charge.”

The intelligence officer receives a communiqué,
“Our troops are being left instructions
by the nuns to move out
to the main congregation hall immediately.
They’re obeying.”

The Daughter of Zion looks around at the present staff,
pointing to the intelligence officer,
the weapons officer,
and the ensign,
she order, “You three stay.”
Speaking to the rest she commands,
“All of you get out now.
Pack up and go.
It will take you one week to reach there.”

Fifteen minutes pass.

There’s a knock on the door.

The Daughter of Zion goes to open it.

The weapon’s officer mutters under her breath,
“I can’t believe we’re surrendering
to two God-damned Jewish nuns.”

The nuns enter.
One kills the weapon’s officer immediately saying,
“we heard that.”
The other accesses the terminal,
her hands flying on the keyboard until she reports,
“we see the package.”

The Jewish Sisters stare at Flux Paradox momentarily.
They shudder in fear.
The Daughter of Zion looks on curiously.

The two attackers attach a cord to the computer,
splitting into two more cords,
they remove their abbas even further
to reveal a jack in the back of their neck
directly on their spinal cords.

They plug in.

The ensign whispers in reverence,
“they’re machines.”

Removing the cord from their spinal entrance,
they stand at parade rest.
Diplomatically they address the Daughter of Zion,
“Now, we wait.”

The Daughter of Zion questions,
“For what exactly?”

One nun corrects,
“not what. whom.”
The other concludes,
for Him.”
Together in holy harmony,
“the Merovingian-Oracle.”

Seven days pass.

All areas between the main congregation hall
and the core chamber of Flux Paradox
have been cleared out.

The black oil is completely around me.
It has evolved to a black fire.
My eyes still shine
with the Power of the Oracle.
My army of Muslim women await on the surface.
Four years have passed since the Oracle’s gift to me.
Four years since I left,
placing the Daughter of Zion in charge
of making the Holocaust Concentration Camp
a living reality
to punish the underground survivors.
Four years since I’ve interacted
with my mirror image of Flux Paradox.

I open the door as the Daughter of Zion runs into my arms,
“HONEY! I’M HOME!”

ABORTION FETISH

ABORTION FETISH

I pound the pregnant woman from behind,

my cock entering her vagina again and again.

Her pussy is bruised and beaten and torn

spilling blood from the force of my rape.

Her hands are handcuffed behind her back.

Her face is smotherd in a pillow.

Her womb is not carrying my seed.

I look up momentarily

as my cock enlargens

at the pregnant's woman's orgasm

so I fuck her harder.

The identical female twins stand ready.
I smirk, continuing to fuck

this nine-month pregant whore of mine,

"About time you two showed up,

this nigga is pleased!"

The twins smile TOTAL OBEDIENCE

and begin to record

as they engage in

sister lesbian ecstacy.

I slam my load into the pregnant pussy.

As I feel her pussy quake

with simultanous orgasm

I push her face hard

into the pillow to suffocate her.

My penis continues ejaculating

a geyser of semen as the pregnant pussy

complete with her unborn child

breathe their last moments of life.

I witness the twins orgasms.
Pulling my dick out of the dead flesh,
I allow the twins to beg.

The twins and I fuck.

PANDORA PORNO BOX

PANDORA’S PORNO BOX

I wait at my desk.

The young spy comes in,
dressed in a smart sexy business style suit,
the skirt tight and more than above her mid-thigh.
The stockings stop short of the hem.

She crawls under my desk,
pulling my penis out of my pants,
the gaze of addiction in her eyes.

Her fingers manage my cock maniacally
taking my full length deep
into the throat of her flesh,
her tonsils rubbing my member
to an even bigger erection.

She uses her other hand
to begin unbuttoning my shirt,
running her small hand over my chest.

I pull her face off my cock violently
her hair being ripped in my hand,
and she begs,
“Please, sir?
It’s been three days!”

I see her smile as she goes back to sucking,
and I place my hands behind my head,
allowing her to work.

I smell the anticipation of her sex,
and then I see the look in her eyes.

The obedient slut hasn’t even touched
her own pussy.

She orgasms.
She cums buckets over my floor
from the simple pleasure of
my erect dick in her mouth.

I pull her up
and as she straddles me
spreading her legs around me,
taking my member into her cunt,
I fuck her with no effort
as she orgasms three more times:
once when she rode me,
again when I slammed her back on my desk
to pound her missionary style in her shithole
and a final time when I flipped her over
to rape her cunt doggy-style on my desk.

Her lingerie panties are still on.

I ejaculate deep in her cunt
knowing she is now carrying my seed.

She takes a deep breath.

Adjusting her panties a bit
as they were shifted to the side,
pulled down to her knees,
she drops to the floor again,
squatting with her legs spread,
the short skirt showing her soaked cunt
through her soiled panties.

“Thank you, sir” she says.

I pat her head.

She requests,
“Please mark your territory, sir.”

I begin urinating.
She opens her mouth,
spreads her torn shirt even further
exposing her large breasts,
my urine falling down to her cunt
from her messed up yet still sexy hair
to her short skirt.

I slap her face.

She knows her duty.

I watch her shit and piss over my floor,
the puddle of our urine mixing
as she holds her panties aside to excrete.

Dropping to her hands and knees
she proceeds to shove her face
into the waste and smear it over her flesh,
so as she begs to lick my feet
I allow her.

I point to the black box
given to her at a previous intelligence meeting
It is vacuum sealed military air tight.

She repeats the instructions given before meeting me,
“So I start at the first designated Airport,
open the box and take a world tour
not leaving any airports
until I return here, Sir.”

I nod.

She wants to know,
“What’s in the box, Sir?”

I take a small syringe from my desk,
clearly marked “antidote”
as she accepts she will receive it only after
she returns successfully completely.

She accepts only I have the cure.
My surveillance teams monitoring her constantly.

Her business sense takes over,
“My payment, sir?”

She looks surprised when I hand her a file
as she questions curiously,
“in advance?”

She opens the file knowing her orphan childhood,
sees the images of her parents
and finally learns her name,
her incomplete past being finished.

Only the knowledge of her name
being payment for this mission.
Pleased with the name her parents gave her,
she comments with a content smile,
“Pandora!”

In Rome International Airport,
a crowded place,
her hands shake as she opens the black box,
only the name of the disease
carved on the inside bottom
which she gasps in horror upon realization,
tears never stopping from her eyes
as she says to herself,
“AIRBORNE H.I.V.”

SELF-RESPECT (40 p2)

SELF-RESPECT

“Forty years.”

The Daughter of Zion and I
have finished fucking in the presence
of the core chamber survivors.

She hears my words,
remarking knowingly,
“So.
Forty years of a hell worse than the past four years
of Holocaust Concentration Camp
you’ve forced the underground to endure.”

“I didn’t force it.
They chose it when they chose to rape my heart.”

I walk to the small child.
“So you’re my daughter.”

BLACK THURSDAY MEETS BLACK TUESDAY

BLACK THURSDAY MEETS BLACK TUESDAY

I enter the office.

The bodyguard looks at me.

He ushers me into the private chambers.

An elegantly dressed Italian woman welcomes me.

Kissing my hand she speaks,

“Sire, we didn’t expect you.
If you had told us you were coming,
we could have prepared a more enjoyable…”

I pull her closer to me,
hugging her tightly,
kissing her lips,
my tongue entering her mouth.

We pull away from one another.

She is shuddering with orgasm.
Her juices flowing down the thighs,
soaking her elegant dress.

I smile sincerely.

Her eyes locked into mine,
She reports,
“My father is returning to meet you.
When we heard of your arrival,
he was contacted and cancelled his plans
to make the next available boat out here.”

I tell her,
“That won’t be necessary.”

My mind penetrates hers.
I feel her desire for me.

Pulling her legs up I take my long penis
out of my pants,
shift her dress to the side
and proceed to fuck her on a desk.

As her breaths increase,
she begins caressing my skin,
and too our surprise
my skin begins glowing white,
my very flesh begins
to send her into orgasms
of unimaginable nature.

Turning her over placing her face-down
on top of the desk
I fuck her again and again from behind,
and my mind sees her pleasure zones,
using my mind I slam it into overdrive.

No woman has ever orgasmed so hard.

It is hours later.
She is still recovering.

She motions for permission to speak.

I nod.

“Why did you come, Sire?”

I manage,
“Liquidate all stocks and assets
by the open of the Stock Exchange
this week immediately.
Transfer all funds into private accounts
across the globe I have set up.”

“May I know why, sir?”

“A Depression.
A Great Depression.”

FAMILY FUCK (40 p3)

FAMILY FUCK (40 P3)

I put down the Daughter of Zion.
Placing my hand firmly on her ass cheeks,
I move my hands up her military skirt,
"I'm not finished yet."

Looking to the nuns I enquire,
"The package and its contents are secure?"

They both tap the sides of their foreheads in unison.

"Good."

Knowingly they pick up the other soldiers,
encasing them in a protective glow
by a force field emanating from their belly buttons.

I explain to my daughter's mother's assistants,
"that shield will protect you from the
effects of the superspeed by my ladies
so you two will lbe surface side
within fifteen minutes safely."

As the two nuns disappear,
only Flux remains with my daughter
and the only connection to Zion
otherwise known as the Daughter of Zion.

Four of us alone.

In fifteen minutes we witness
my nuns saefly on the surface world.

The Daughter of Zion nudges me,
"Honey, don't you think it's time you gave me a name?"

I smile."Lilith."

She smiles back,
kissing my cheek.

"It was so lonely without you."

From behind the door appear
two sexy, attractive young women.

Lilith blinks.

They are identical.

They are totally nude.

With machine-level coldness they request,
"Your orders, sir?"

"Preprare for archival recording."

Standing opposite each other
at opposite ends of the room
I feel my dick harden
at the upcoming onslaught.

In position, I see Lilith grin
as the eyes of the twins
mechaincally remove from their sockets
and position tehmselves
at ninety degree positions,
so as to best document the upcoming orgy.

Lilith pats our daughter on her head,
"Baby, those two nice nuns
will come and get you soon,
so that your mummy and daddy
can spend a lot of time together."

I correct her,
"No, they won't."

Lilith watches me undress to nudeness
in front of our daughter.
My cock growing larger
as my daughter eyes my member.

It feels so DAMN GOOD
to be so PURE EVIL.

I pick up my little girl.

Lilith watches in horror
as I kiss the lips of my daugher
as passionately as I would Lilith.

I move my fingers under my daughter's skirt,
gently pulling her panties aside,
looking into her eyes.

Our lips pull away.

My daughter loves me.

I undress her.

Lilith is frozen in shock.

I lick every inch of my daughter's flesh.

Standing up I take my daughter's mouth
to begin sucking my cock.

Looking to the twins I nod,
and they proceed ot fuck themselves.

Lilith starts screaming
as I lift up my daughter
and rub my erect member
between her thighs.

I beat Lilith.
Lilith knows her place.

Lilith witnesses my penis
at the opening of our virgin daughter's pussy.

Lilith begins crying
as she begs on all fours,
"Please fuck my daugher, Sir."

As so I do.

She feels so good.

My daughter's pussy is so tight.

My throbbing cock grow larger inside her.

Time is on our side.

The skin of my cock is pulled back
as I continue to penetrate my duaghter.

I ejaculate HARD.

So does my daughter.

My daughter and I are married.

THE DAWN

THE DAWN

I open my eyes.
My wounds of Stigmata are bleeding.
Onlookers surround me.
Their language is barbaric.
I scream in my tounge,
“What year is it?!”
They yell in theirs,
frightened by the holy light emanating from me.

My vocal cords adjust to their linguistic frequency.
I stand.
Commanding, “take me to your leader.”
They instantaneously obey.

FUCKING FLUX (40 p4)

FUCKING FLUX (40 P4)

I put my sexually satisfied daughter
in my lap to relax.
Immediately she begins to clean my cock
with her small tongue.

Lilith in position of worship
is still crying beyond extreme.

Flux Paradox is naked.

Marching to Lilith,
he undresses her with the force of rape.

Apparently he missed beating her.

Violently entering her cunt
with his massive member,
Lilith's tears become smiles of ecstacy
as wave after wave of tempral bliss
begin ejaculating from her being
as Flux Paradox pounds her pussy
again and again and again.

Flux has waited a long time for this day,
an eternity for some.

After many of Lilith's orgasms,
her flesh on fire with sexual energy
Flux Paradox kisses her mouth.
The kiss itself sends Lilith
reeling into an orgasm of earthquake levels.

Pulling out of her cunt
Flux rips open her asshole.

The plethora of positions,
combinations of continual orgasm,
are all the joy Lilith knows.

My daughter watches her mother hungrily,
keeping my cock erect with her hands
as her tongue sucks it lovingly.

Flux Paradox takes his penis
from Lilith's ashole,
who drops to her knees
to be face-fucked by his rod
cleaning off her shit
deep-thorating his large dick.

Lilith cannot control herself
as her bowel movements explode
releasing shit and piss on the floor.
Flux opens his urinary tract
to releaes into her welcoming mouth
and then all over her flesh.

Lilith smiles as Flux Paradox
beats her all ready broken face to more blood.
Turning her around forcefully
Flux slams Lilith's face
deep into her own waste
as he fucks her doggystyle,
this perfectly obedient loving
faithful Jewish bitch
who never once made him feel unwanted.

Lilith digests her waste.

Pulling her hair,
slamming Lilith's face
hard into the rock-hard ground,
Lilith has not stopped orgasming
as if her every heartbeat
were a perpetual breath of sexual ecstacy.
Flux Paradox orgasms.

Lilith is pregnant.

Lilith locks eyes with me,
knowing after this one child,
breaking rules of time travel
she will have no more.

Lilith says,
her face brown and beatehn
her breath in eternal ecstacy,
"I knew you loved me."

I sneer,
"Shut the fuck up."

THE DAUGHTER OF BABYLON

THE DAUGHTER OF BABYLON

The woman in the red dress politely
invites me to sit across her newly elected desk.

She begins the simple conversation.

“My predecessor told me to expect your arrival shortly
after my tenure for this post began.”

I reply,
“Yes.
Congratulations on being
the first female chosen for this level of global power.”

She looks at me curiously inquiring,
“I’m not exactly sure I understand
your position in my staff.”

I smirk,
“I’m not a member of your staff.”

She still doesn’t understand.
The innocence in her eyes betrays her.

I explain,
“you work for me.”

Her mouth drops open.
She is obviously surprised and upset.
Her eyes try to show rage as she squeals,
“I was elected to this post
as the founding member of the Catholic-Muslim Party!”

I slap her face with a pistol.
“Good for you.
But do pay attention.
Because we’re running out of time.”

She shuts up as I casually hold a loaded weapon.

I continue,
“Quit trying to be smart with me
because I hate it.
You were bred for this position
through careful genetic screening
over so many generations and centuries
you wouldn’t believe it.”

I speak to the surrounding room,
“Eve, are you online?”

From around the room a female voice answers,
“Yes, sir.”

The woman in the red dress cautiously asks,
“Who and where are you?”

I smile.

Eve answers,
“I am A.I., Artificial Intelligence”

I conclude the explanation,
“and now thanks to the Internet,
Eve is in every computer system
no matter how old or new in our species.”

The woman in the red dress screams,
“Our military?!”

I correct,
“My military actually.”

The woman in the red dress questions,
“She takes orders from you?”

Eve replies,
“Yes.
He’s a machine.A program.
You are human.
How he came into existence
to be a hybrid of your biological species
and my electronic one is a mystery
I look forward to solving.
So I am content to obey him.”

I reach into my pocket
placing two glass vials on her desk.
One has a visible microchip,
the other appears to be empty.

The woman in the red dress gasps as
I lift her onto her desk
and pull Her panties down to her ankles,
spreading her legs around my waist.

She cries and tries to fight
until I take the pistol
beating her face back and forth.

It is cold.
It is brutal.
Her virgin cunt bleeds massively after she orgasms
and I proceed to tear apart her asshole to another orgasm.

I throw her to the floor commanding,
“Kneel.”

Crying she does so worshipping my feet.

I walk behind her,
enter her pussy from behind
and impregnate her as she screams in orgasm.

I open the empty vial.

I hold the other vial in my hand.

“Explain the microchip Eve”

Eve’s voice speaks,
“No one may purchase food or drink
without this chip in their hands”

I remark,
“I designed it.”

I continue knowing
Eve can sometimes talk too much.

“The empty vial is a newly engineered
self-replicating genetic size nanobot.
With it we can monitor a person’s exact movements
through satellite feeds anywhere on the planet.”

I speak to the woman in the red dress,
“Arise now, the Daughter of Babylon”

The Daughter of Babylon stares,
“so my mother would be the Whore of Babylon, right?”

“Something like that.
I take it your familiar with face print technology?
this goes deeper.
Through Even I can track every intake of chemical
into every human on the planet.
Not one human can escape these nanobots.
They replicated so fast and travel via oxygen.
Eve is monitoring every single human in the species.”

Eve adds,
“and the next generation of nanobots will succeed
in shifting all water through atomic relocation
to our secure haven.”

The Daughter of Babylon almost faints,
“You’re going to steal the entire planet’s water?!
Surely one human must be free?!
When was the last one tagged?!”

I toss her the open empty vial,
staring COLDY and CRUELLY
into her widening eyes,
“TEN MINUTES AGO.”