How Does Your Garden Grow?
Copyright© 2017 by Mark Gander
Chapter 57
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 57 - 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
0848 hours, local time
Friday, 19 June, 2015
Dubuque County Courthouse
Dubuque, Iowa
“The latest intel indicates that Russell Rao’s forces have retaken Lawrence, Kansas, from the Nation of Islam forces after heavy street fighting,” Tozroman, the demon who served as Secretary of War, informed the Prophet David Howard.
The Prophet glanced at his watch—8:48 AM—then leaned forward on the desk. “And further east?”
“The Nation of Islam forces are also fighting a war on two fronts, both against Russell Rao and his Army of the Union, as he calls it now, and now against the Army of the New Covenant to their east. Of course, Reverend Joey Sashimi, his wife Karen Doe Sashimi, and their Church, Commonwealth, and Army of the New Covenant are now under attack by East Missouri Havenite Militia operating from Columbia, now friendly territory, of course,” Lieutenant Governor Casper Novak observed now.
“Dear brother, telegram from Kansas ... Havenite forces now striking hard at Rao’s defenses in northern and eastern Kansas, which is sure to weaken the Army of the Union on their Kansas Front,” the Prophetess Serena Kurtz-Howard, the Prophet’s German half-sister and one of his more recent wives, added in her Hamburg accent.
“Sir, radio traffic from Nebraska indicates success in that state against the northern lines of Rao’s forces there. His hold on Lincoln is now very much at risk,” Tozroman continued.
The Prophet stood abruptly, knocking his chair backward with a clatter. “Tell our forces to push south speedily. If Rao loses Lincoln, the entire Nebraska front collapses for him.” His fingers traced the map spread across the desk—torn edges, coffee stains, pencil marks redrawing borders that hadn’t existed not that long ago.
The door burst open before Tozroman could reply. A young courier, breathless, thrust a crumpled dispatch into Novak’s hands. “Omaha’s envoys are crossing the Missouri River by noon,” Novak read aloud, wiping sweat from his brow. “Their advance battalions are already moving alongside our boys near Fremont. They’re bringing artillery—rail-mounted, by the sound of it.”
“The alliance is definitely underway now!” the Prophet slammed his hand on a desk now.
“And soon, very soon, Omaha ... and all of Nebraska ... will be Havenite,” Denise Howard, the Prophet’s niece and second wife, clearly anticipated such a prospect with glee.
“Rail-mounted artillery?” Tozroman’s forked tongue flicked between his teeth as he considered the implications. “That means they’ve commandeered the Burlington Northern lines. If Rao hasn’t sabotaged the tracks—”
“He ran out of time to do that,” the Prophet surmised, “overconfidence cost him the chance.”
“Honey, reports from Arkansas indicates that the New Christian Republic under Jim-Bob Duggar has begun purging the biker gangs ... and so has the Republic of Shabazz under Lewis Harris Peoples. This means further consolidation of territory into fewer hands than ever since Fireball Day. Little fish are being eaten by the big fish,” Andrea Howard, the Prophet’s first wife and Denise’s aunt by blood, told her husband.
“And this guarantees that proxy wars are over. Hot war between the two Arkansas factions is imminent now,” the Prophet asserted.
Tozroman unrolled another map—this one speckled with bloodstains near Topeka—and tapped a claw against the Arkansas River. “If Omaha joins us, we control the Platte. If we control the Platte, we flank Rao’s forces in Nebraska from the north and Kansas from the south while the Missouri Havenites hit from the east. He’ll be crushed in a vise.” The demon’s eyes glowed sulfur-yellow with anticipation.
“Meanwhile, the Triumphant Army has begun another assault on Frankfort, clearly too stubborn to accept defeat there,” Lieutenant Governor Novak observed calmly as he briefed the boss.