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"Mmmmmmmmmm" I said, at least as far as the world was concerned, as the black cloth muffled my voice. My hands were clasped together firmly behind my back, and my feet were in stirrups. Some type of electrical device was attached to my ass and cock, and it stood to attention.

I was fucking a woman. Most definitely. Maybe Gwen? It had been so long, I wasn't sure if the contours matched her pussy, especially given that she had had surgery and was shaving now. I couldn't hear through the mask, which made me a deaf-blind-mute who only experienced the world the Helen Keller way, i.e. fucking unknown women. It went on for about ten in a row, which had me real concerned about my overactive refractory period and whether these mild electrical shocks to my testes and prostate was healthy.

After cumming into the tenth or eleventh cunt, I fell asleep. Who knows how many I fucked then. When I awoke, the mask was gone, the diodes were gone, and I was trapped naked in what looked like an old West jail cell. But I wasn't alone.

"What the fuck?!" I said, as I violently shook the naked Gwen Roberts awake. She stretched out lazily and smiled, ignoring my anger. "Thank you," was what she said, rubbing her belly.

"I can't fuck in this jail cell. Let me out. And back onto dry land."

"Yes, you can. We've all fucked you here. It was quite enjoyable. So, sorry. You're not going anywhere." She stood up and walked to the cell bars, easily pushing them open as I stood dumbstruck that my words didn't work.

I shook out of it and attempted to follow her out the same way, but the bars wouldn't budge. They were solid steel.

"It only works on my biometrics," she laughed, grabbing a lollipop and sucking on it seductively.

My eyes narrowed. "It's the future," I said, stupidly, "my family, friends, they can find me by asking any computer."

She looked around. "Of course. But the Sunken City has a way of messing with the Earth's Magnetosphere. Usually, the tracking chip will report you out of Houston, Texas." She smiled. "That's why we built this Old West themed jailhouse." She laughed at her silly joke.

"Why?" I said, again, not getting why my best friend would do this.

"Because I need you to cum. I know what gets you off. I've studied you. Everything you did to me and the girls. Every fuck you had both before your coma and during. You know they released the contents of your personal computer into the public domain? It was thought that scientists could better study how Erection Dependence works by getting into the mind of someone with the genetic disorder. It was mostly lame stuff about anime, ****, free use, whatever. Stuff that wouldn't even get a PG-16 rating on movies these days."

I raised an eyebrow, as she continued to suck on the lollipop between words.

"I was into some much more darker stuff during high school. If you had asked, instead of just taking me and making you follow as you fucked your sister and friends, I could've given you a few suggestions. But that's okay. Whatever you need. However lame."

Did she remember the time I violently fucked Amy Reeves in a dirty alleyway before selling her as a **** to the Chinese?

"You're a celibate nun, now. Talk about lame." I tsked.

She smiled, as she began fucking herself with the lollipop. "Not so celibate, really. We enjoy each other's company. Plus, we broke free from the Catholic Church. The Catholics have been studying Erection Dependency for thousands of years, back when it was just the mysterious Curse of Solomon, and there's circumstantial evidence that some of the Popes, especially during the Pornocracy, may have had the disorder. I joined to gain access to their secret knowledge, and I broke off - we- broke off when we saw what the Church was doing."

She kept a steady cadence with her lollipop, escalating slightly and breathing heavier as she continued: "The Church is liberalizing. Ordaining women. Accepting homosexuals. Acknowledging the trans. You... you taught me that this is a man's world. That men need to take charge and subjugate women as slaves, whores, sluts. That's why we need you, John. John the Inseminator. You will bring order from chaos."

She pressed up against the bars and I nearly joined her, inches from her face. I reached down to her privates and grabbed her hand. She looked at me deep in the face as I fished out the lollipop from her vagina. It was sweet and salty as I sucked it. I pulled her into the bars and began fingerblasting her, as my arm wrapped her tightly to the metal. I sucked diligently on the lollipop, forming and chiseling it to my exact qualifications.

As she and I reached our respective pinnacles, I removed my hand from her loins and grabbed the lollipop from my mouth, holding her even tighter to the bars. "Let. Me. The Fuck. Out." I said, menacingly, as I held the sharpened lollipop to her throat, with Gwen smiling as a little cut formed.

"Are you going to kill me John?" she said, millimeters from my face. "I would gladly sacrifice myself for your pleasure. What you do with my body after that I can only dream about." She moved her neck closer, cutting it slightly further in the hopes of making the incision easier.

I dropped the candy. I was not a killer. "No. Jesus." I backed off in disgust. "I just don't want to be caged up like an animal. What the fuck is the point of this?"

She smiled and opened the bars again, quickly closing before I could react. "We just need to convince you," she said, quickly kissing me up and down my body. "You're our new Savior. We need you to lead us into a new age."

She knelt down before me, pleading her case. "Lead our community. Give us salvation." A small trickle of blood ran down to her breasts, but I wiped it away as I stood before her.

"Pray." I said.

She followed the command, praying to the Lord Jesus Christ Almighty, or whatever, in Latin it seems, with her eyes closed as I looked her over. With my superhuman willpower, I erected my cock. I interrupted her Latin by putting it into her speaking hole. She took my cue and began sucking, lowering her arms in silent prayer as she sucked me off.

*Ka-boom* shook the ground in what felt like an earthquake (seaquake?) as I slipped out of Gwen and was glad she didn't bite down. She looked tense as I looked out the high window into the Sunken City proper. There was an attempted breach as large tank-like scuba ships were blasting the outer dome and a contingent of militarized forces (were those Swiss guards?) attempted to mobilize.

"Shit!" said Sister Gwen, looking at the carnage as some invading troops managed to take the sunken road into the city. "We need to get the fuck out of here!" The naked nun pushed open the biometric bars, and I followed her hand-in-hand to whatever escape plan she had in mind.