It pressed against my lips, stretching them wide, and inched its way in a little with every stride.I felt a smack to my bum which shocked me, but let ...e know that I had been a bad, and naughty girl.I needed to be punished. I needed to have his massive cock shoved inside me. I need to be stretched to my limits. My tight little pussy needed to be gaping after he had used me.I could feel it stretch my walls, touching everything, rubbing against my gspot. Pushing my juices out of me, as so much had. I knew they were all carrying girls. I cast a spell to make sure their fetuses were female. Lizzy, the smallest and youngest member of the cult, strained to carry supplies. She was another mother-to-be. The last two were Tammy, a teen, and Carla, the former ghost hunter.I lugged supplies in with the rest, the inside of the house cold and dusty. The woodpile alongside the barn was well stocked with more than enough to make it through the winter. We'd probably have to use the fireplace and wood. 'One more shot at James Hollerith, III.' was what she'd said. He'd tried to be home as much as possible, and it had even cost him a promotion to Captain last time around, but being the leader of a SEAL team meant he simply couldn't arrange a stateside job. Yet.The girls were fine, and Cmdr. Hollerith knew that Carol could figure out that he was close to Japan from the kinds of gifts he'd sent. Japan was somewhere safe. Afghanistan was not. He spent a good part of an hour talking with his family. He had been exposed to all sorts of things, and he and I would chat about it online or occasionally by phone. He had learned of Japanese animation, philosophical theories which made one question one’s own existence, alternative sexualities, the intricacies of important international legal documents… He shared it all with me, imparting some of his newly-gained knowledge to me and using me as a sounding board to ensure that he properly understood and internalized what he had learned. Shortly.