Greed God chapter 27

January 8th 2016 Gotham City 1:00 PM EDT

Getting  Mal settled after he woke up was easy enough. I told him to take a few  days to get used to his new body and then get in touch with "Nick" to  work. It gave me some to tell Barbie about "Mammon", but those things  were both a problem for future Nicky. Present Nicky had a boring crime  survey to sit through, some talent to scout, and a thicc little redhead  to bounce on his dick.

Because  she had no relation to the League and would never meet them, at least  not with me around, and because she was a religious fanatic who was  already bugnuts, I'd decided to full on mindbreak Whisper. I wanted my  girls unique and interesting but having at least one fuck puppet sounded  like good stress relief, and I was going to relieve plenty with that  fat ass of hers. That said, I did need to think with something other  than my dick for part of the day so I used my insane bodily control to  clamp down on my rising erection at the thought as I got ready to go  inside.

The  "sermon" was being held at a youth shelter in downtown Gotham. Which to  be fair is kind of cult 101, get them while they're young and all. I  could see why Whisper invited me to this particular meeting though. Lots  of people my own age, more than a few of them pretty girls. Ye old  lining up the bitches recruitment offer. It wasn't a bad offer, but  honestly my enthusiasm for the Religion of Crime or whatever it was had  waned a bit with this League mess. I'd been planning to infiltrate them  for scouting, but now I was probably just going to bitchbreak Whisper  and have her divert interest.

Still  when I went in I got a nice friendly welcome from everyone. You would  think a cult dedicated to crime would be edgy, but it had that happy  cultist atmosphere you see in movies. Whisper waved at me happily from  across the room calling out excitedly. "Nicky! You're here! Come meet  some of the others!" Whisper was wearing a tight black long sleeve top  and a matching pair of yoga pants with ugg boots. As she turned back to  the others I saw that almost obscene ass again and had to clamp down on  the urge to grope it right here.

Whisper,  as it seemed, might have been crazy, but she wasn't stupid. I could  sense her desires when I got close and I knew she was aware of what  those pants did to that ridonculous rump of hers. She was enjoying  getting me riled up, and didn't mind the other teens here taking a nice  long look either. I couldn't get her entire kink history with this  little contact sexually, but I was pretty sure she had an exhibitionist  and degradation kink a mile wide, which was really going to help me out  with this.

When  I got to her she smiled and dismissed the group of teens she'd been  talking to, turning to me. She wrapped me in enthusiastic hug with lots  of body contact. One I returned unconsciously. She whispered in my ear.  "You were so mean to me last time we talked. You got me all needy and  left me hanging." When I didn't bother to respond she stepped back with a  sweet smile. "But you're here now, and that's what matters. Enjoy the  sermon Nicky, we can talk after I say my piece. I'm convinced I can make  you see my point of view."

She  turned and strode off, put an extra shape on those hips and bouncing  those fat cheeks in a maddening display. Yup. I was gonna ruin that  bitch. Still, despite her ample charms round back distracting from it,  Whisper did have a commanding presence of her own. When she stepped up  to the podium that had been set up in the rec room of the youth center  she drew in all eyes with her sheer presence. Her beatific smile made  you feel like she was really on your side, and I was betting the others  were eating this up.

She  raised her voice to address the room. "Friends and faithful, believers  and newcomers, I am so glad you've chosen to join me here today. I'm  here to speak on a subject about which I am most passionate. Freedom.  Now I know most of you, know your lives and your hardships, and I know  some of the things you've had to do to survive." She paused. "I see some  looks of shame. That isn't necessary, there is no shame here. We don't  judge you. In fact, we celebrate you, for you have seen the world for  what it truly is."

She  spread her hands gesturing expansively around us. "Law and order  professes to be the righteous path. Follow our rules, obey our dictates,  and...what? You won't get punished? Won't be locked up against your  will for life? People are creatures of desire and want, we hunger for  more. Fulfillment, belonging, sex, good food. But law and order does not  provide these things, only imposes obstacles on the path to their  achievement. I am here to tell you there is a better way. A truer way,  one that fits with humanity and it's very nature."

She  lifted up a massive leather bound book and let it thump on the podium.  "This is the crime bible." She looked up. "I see some of you flinching  away at that word, some of you looking distressed. Why? What do you  fear? Is law and order truly so fragile that even speaking of crime can  damage it? Surely there is no harm in listening to what I have to say.  You have each been selected to come here because you've seen the truth,  and acted on it. You've taken the first step to throwing off the chains  of law and order."

She  smiled at everyone. "I am so proud of each and every one of you. Proud  to be in the presence of driven and passionate young people who saw what  they wanted, what they needed, and took the steps to get it. It isn't  easy to ignore the insidious voice of law and order telling you what  should and should not be done. It isn't easy, but truly righteous things  never are." Whisper's eyes burned with intensity and zeal, the same  sort of true belief I'd been so thrown off by at The House.

She  stepped out from behind the podium, pacing back and forth as she spoke.  "As human beings, we deserve to succeed, to achieve happiness and  fulfillment, but these things are kept away from us. We're told that  society is based on order, based on law, and that following those is our  responsibility. But I say that's wrong. Law is simply the rules imposed  on you by a bigger, more powerful entity. Human kind was never meant to  be restricted, never meant to be shackled in such a way."

She  turned to a girl sitting in the front row. "Stacy. You're a beautiful  young woman. You enjoy the act of physical love, you crave sex, and you  discovered early that you could achieve your goals by doing what you  love. You indulge your natural inclination towards sex for your own  benefit, but because it doesn't fit with law and order, you're demonized  for it. People call you a whore, they deride you for doing the thing  you enjoy most and being paid for it, either in money or favors."

She  turned to a boy next to her. "And Rodney, you don't have the money to  buy the things you want for yourself or your loved ones, so you taught  yourself the skills you needed to obtain them in other ways. People call  you a thief, and sneer at you for taking what others never even miss."  She walked back up to the podium. "But if these things are so wrong, why  do they still happen? Why after thousands of years of law and order  does crime still persist?"

She  thumped the book. "Because it is who we are. Lust, greed, envy, wrath,  these things are what is true and real in humans. No amount of shackles  or restrictions can suppress what humans are meant to be. Free. Free to  fight, to fuck, to steal. Free to take what we want, to HAVE what we  want. Society tells us the things we feel are wrong, that they're  perverse of delinquent, but if that is true then why do we ALL feel  them. Why do we all experience these same urges? Why are we all pushed  towards the same sins."

She  smiled at the girl. "When I mentioned to you all that Stacy enjoys sex,  every male eye in this room lit up. You want to fuck her. She's young  and beautiful and willing, and you wanted to enjoy her body as others  have before. You crushed that instinct down, but why? Stacy enjoys sex.  I'm sure she would be willing to fuck some of you if you asked. Why deny  that impulse? Why deny your lust? Because of the stigma the law and  order places on those free with their love? Because she's been with  other men?"

Spreading  her arms she gestured down to herself. "Society demonizes women like  Stacy because they use what they have to gain power. She benefits from  something that they can't control, so they degrade it and tell you it's  disgusting. Just like Rodney. Law and order can't tax theft, they can't  confine the people who take what they wish with skill and cleverness. In  the end the only reason law and order don't want you to be true to  yourselves is because they consider you commodities. Consider you good  that they own."

Whisper  was shaking with anger now, genuine fury at the thought of being told  how to live. I had to admit she was damn compelling. "The hypocrites  that make the laws do whatever they want, ignore their own rules and  morals and indulge their based natures, but they tell others that doing  the same is wrong, because if everyone is free they have no one to serve  them. No one to benefit them. If working isn't "honest" and "right"  then why would you bother with it? Why wouldn't you go out and find  other ways to get what you want, like Stacy and Rodney did?"

She  looked right at me this time. "Humans are meant to sin, it's why we're  all pushed toward those actions. Deep down you know what is right. Your  body knows. You fuck when you're horny, you steal when you want  something, you fight when you're angry. This is our nature. Our truth."  She closed her eyes and exhaled. "I might have gotten a bit excited  there but my point stands. I'm not going to keep talking though, this  was never supposed to be a longer sermon. Just an introduction for  newcomers."

She  gestured off to the side at a table filled with snacks. "I'm not saying  go out and rob a bank or something. I'm saying think about the things  you deserve. The things you really want. We can help you get them, help  you unleash the truth that others make you hide. Enjoy the snacks we've  provided, and if anyone is interested in hearing more, come back  tomorrow. We'll have more food and drink and I'll be doing a reading  from the crime bible so you can hear more about people like yourselves  who are driven to get what they want."

She  stepped away from the podium, leaving the bible where it sat, and  walked to the back of the room, bending over to put a hand on my  shoulder. "I'm going to go into the room behind that podium, I'm going  to take off all my clothes, I'm going to slather myself in oil and I'm  going to bend over. Someone is going to fuck me today, and I hope it's  going to be you." She kissed my cheek. "Don't wait too long or one of  the others might beat you to it." She turned and sauntered off to the  room she mentioned and I got up to follow. The fuck I was letting  someone else get that ass first. After today this bitch was mine.