How Does Your Garden Grow?
Copyright© 2017 by Mark Gander
Chapter 53
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 53 - David Howard is fed up with his life in the Mafia-controlled state of New Jersey, even if it is the only state with a working government in the post-apocalyptic world that exists since Fireball Day. Between his mob-loving (literally) wife Andrea and his psycho gay ex-friend and boss with benefits, Steven, David is more than ready to call it quits. He just won't get to do it alone.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Fa/ft Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Crime Humor Science Fiction Post Apocalypse Paranormal Demons Cheating Sharing Slut Wife Incest Uncle Niece BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Rough Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Interracial White Male Hispanic Female Indian Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Squirting Voyeurism Menstrual Play Public Sex Nudism Politics
0733 hours, local time
Friday, 12 June, 2015
Dubuque County Courthouse
Dubuque, Iowa
“So, Peoria has fallen and Springfield is tottering fast. The war in Illinois is nearly over. The Justice Party is almost finished,” the Prophet David Howard, also Governor of the Iowa Free State, summarized the latest briefing about the final phase of the conflict in the Land of Lincoln.
“Indeed, Governor Howard,” Tozroman confirmed. His coal-black horns scraped the oak ceiling beams as he rose from his seat. “Our allies in the Hoosier State have also achieved a critical breakthrough: Hammond, Indiana, is now firmly held by the Evansville Compact Coalition.” The Secretary of War’s sulfurous gaze swept the tense assembly. “The Black Panthers are being steadily expelled from their territory, their resistance collapsing like rotten timber.” Maps glowed crimson beneath his taloned fingertip, tracing the retreating enemy lines.
“And the heavy bombardment of Indianapolis by ECC artillery, including rocket artillery and self propelled units as well as ordinary howitzers, is intensifying the rate of its overthrow. Surrender will soon be the only option that the New Democratic Movement enjoys if it wishes to survive in any fashion,” the Prophetess Serena Kurtz-Howard, the Prophet’s half-German sister and one of his most recent wives, added as well.
At that exact moment, a messenger sprinted into the courtroom, tripping over the thick Persian rug but recovering just in time to slap a telegram onto the Governor’s mahogany desk. The flimsy yellow paper fluttered under Howard’s trembling fingers as he read aloud: “HAVENITE ARMY UNDER COMMISSAR AND PROPHET ADAM CLARKE HAS SECURED THUNDER BAY STOP WESTERN ONTARIO NOW FIRMLY UNDER COMMONWEALTH AUTHORITY STOP.”
“So, the Sacred Dominion has lost western Ontario to Clarke, southern Ontario to the Michigander Coalition, and northeastern Quebec to the Maritime Provinces Coalition. Rivière-du-Loup is a frontline city now, completely encircled and increasingly overrun. Brother Antoine, leader of the Sacred Dominion and the Church of the New Grace, has evacuated his capital to an undisclosed location somewhere southwest of the city,” Lieutenant Governor Casper Novak remarked on the situation.
“And Lincoln is rapidly falling to the warlord Russell Rao. Its complete capture is only a matter of time,” Denise Howard added with concern, looking far older than sixteen at that moment as she spoke to her uncle/husband, the Prophet-Governor David Howard.
Howard’s eyes narrowed as he traced the Mississippi River on the map with a calloused finger. “The Sacred Dominion’s collapse shifts everything. Clarke controls Thunder Bay—that’s iron ore and Great Lakes access. The Michiganders have everything from Greater Sudbury and southward. The Maritime Provinces Coalition is likely to completely overrun the rest of Quebec before too long. They are now effectively our allies, at least for now. Pretty soon, Illinois and Indiana will be reunified, and at least the former will be firmly Havenite, the latter allied to us.
“Omaha must hold! Rao can’t be allowed that close to Council Bluffs! The fall of Memphis to the Real Government Army is another peril to our cause. The only good news there is that Nashville will be very busy soon waging war further east against Franklin Free State. That’s a lot of frontline combat units moving eastward, and many of the ones occupying Memphis will be facing Arkansas instead of Missouri.”
“Meanwhile, the Triumphant Army has been rebuffed at Frankfort, the former capital of Kentucky. The new coalition of communities in central and western Kentucky has given enough assistance to the defense of Frankfort that it’s neutralized the threat for now. When we go there, we’ll have a lot on our hands. A real mess to clean up,” Allen Shapiro-Howard, co-husband of the Prophet and a chemist by trade, originally an Orthodox Jew, commented as well in his strong New Jersey accent.
“Yes, we’ll need to launch a major offensive against the Church Triumphant and its Triumphant Army once we’ve been resurrected,” the Prophet agreed firmly.
Amanda Howard, the Prophet’s third wife, leaned over the map table, her voice sharpening. “Speaking of atrocities, dear, we must never forget Harrodsburg.” She traced the town’s location in Kentucky. “The Triumphant Army didn’t just massacre Jews—they herded families into the synagogue, burned it down, and gunned down those who escaped.” Her finger tapped the map with fury. “And they’ve been deploying mustard gas routinely against dissenters—choking entire neighborhoods into submission. Children included.”
“There will be justice for Harrodsburg, make no mistake of that. For now, though, one war at a time. The Justice Party must be smashed, once and for all. Then Illinois will be Havenite at last,” the Prophet insisted.
At that moment, a young aide stumbled through the double doors, his face smudged with grime and clutching a fresh telegram. Howard snatched it, his eyes scanning the crumpled paper.