How Does Your Garden Grow?
Copyright© 2017 by Mark Gander
Chapter 54
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 54 - 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
1145 hours, local time
Saturday, 13 June, 2015
Temporary Howard Residence
Dubuque, Iowa
“So, Lincoln has officially fallen. Mayor Church has formally surrendered. Sheriff Diaz has fled with the other refugees en route to Omaha. And Springfield has been captured by the Cairo Militia. That leaves only Vandalia in Justice Party hands. That war is almost over,” the Prophet David Howard, Interim Governor of Iowa Free State, reviewed the latest reports.
“Meanwhile, the Nation of Islam forces have seized considerable territory from Russell Rao in eastern Kansas, which is now forcing Rao to delay any plans to assault Omaha, of course, in order to meet this new threat. Meanwhile, the danger remains that the Church, Commonwealth, and Army of the New Covenant in central Missouri will breach the Jefferson City Accords and invade Nation of Islam territory in support of Rao,” Tozroman, the demon Secretary of War, now commented.
The Prophet leaned forward and steepled his fingers. His gaze locked onto the map sprawled across the warped oak table—a patchwork of colored pins and grease-pencil boundaries marking the shifting allegiances of the fractured Midwest. He then looked at the latest changes from Indiana, reflected in the red thumb tacks surrounding Indianapolis. Gary had already been evacuated, declared an open city for the Evansville Compact Coalition by the Black Panthers as they departed for Detroit, Flint, and Dearborn.
A static-laced voice suddenly barked from the shortwave radio perched precariously on a shelf stacked with canned beans. “Repeat, priority dispatch: Rivière-du-Loup capitulated at dawn. Maritime Provinces Coalition flags now fly over city hall. I repeat, Rivière-du-Loup has surrendered.”
The transmission dissolved into a burst of white noise, leaving a heavy silence that hung like smoke in the cramped farmhouse kitchen. Tozroman’s obsidian eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “That alters the Canadian calculus a bit,” he murmured, tracing a clawed finger northward across the map toward the St. Lawrence. “Maritimes consolidating ... it pressures the rest of the Sacred Dominion, forces Brother Antoine and his Church of the New Grace further west into Quebec.”
“Brother Antoine is quickly running out of time,” Andrea Howard, the Prophet’s first wife, observed.
“We’re drawing that much closer to a level of reunification that will bring an end to barbarism here in North America. It won’t obliterate rival successor states, of course, but the factions, gangs, zealots, warlords, and militias of the past two years will soon be eradicated. Stability, albeit at a rather noteworthy price,” Lieutenant Governor Casper Novak added his own perspective.
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