How Does Your Garden Grow?
Copyright© 2017 by Mark Gander
Chapter 61
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 61 - 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
1200 hours, local time
Thursday, 25 June, 2015
Dubuque County Courthouse
Dubuque, Iowa
“So, they’re en route to Arkansas, and predictably, the Nation of Islam is less than enthused about their evacuation. They’re harassing them at every opportunity, with whatever forces aren’t busy occupying their abandoned territory, that is. Those motherfuckers ought to be grateful for the now wasted chance to grab uncontested turf,” the Prophet David Howard, Governor of Iowa Free State, commented on the latest report handed to him.
“They hate the Church of the New Covenant, and understandably so, given that the Sashimis violated the Jefferson City Accords that they themselves hosted,” the demon Tozroman, Secretary of War, reminded his boss.
“In any case, the East Missouri Havenite Militia have rapidly replaced the Army of the New Covenant in every position that they have evacuated. It’s just a matter of time before Jefferson City itself is liberated. By all accounts, any locals who haven’t departed with the New Covenant troops have largely welcomed the Havenites as exactly that: liberators. They must not have enjoyed life in a Christian fundamentalist theocracy after all,” Lieutenant Governor Casper Novak observed now.
“Judging by radio traffic, Uncle David, CBs and such, they’re being welcomed with open thighs as well as arms,” Denise Howard, the Prophet’s niece and second wife, aged sixteen, winked at him as she alluded to local women and girls eagerly bedding the East Missouri Havenites.
Even after being one of his wives for a while, she still loved calling her husband/uncle that, despite him only being her uncle by marriage. There was still, in spite of more enlightened sexual mores these days, enough of a lingering taboo to add some thrill to their romance. That her aunt by blood, Andrea Howard, was among her sister-wives, just intensified this delight.
The Prophet chuckled at his niece’s words, stroking his beard. “Well, let them have their fun. The Sashimis’ retreat is our gain—every community that they vacate is one that will soon be fully assimilated into the Havenite way of life. The more they are integrated, once they are, the more enduring and permanent their inclusion in our emerging, post-apocalyptic civilization. Once they’re ours, as you know, that’s an irrevocable transformation.”
“Ours is a theocracy, too, but as we like to say, it ain’t your grandfather’s theocracy!” Andrea Howard chimed in now with delight, “most theocracies don’t embrace hedonism, after all.”
“The bonus is the Schumacher Syndrome that makes them hyperfertile, hypersexual, omnisexual, polyamorous, promiscuous, free of genetic defects, slower to age, and immune to most, if not all diseases, particularly sexually transmitted ones,” the Prophetess Serena Kurtz-Howard, the Prophet’s German half-sister who was also one of his wives, added.
“Another reason why it’s an irresistible and irreversible force of nature that keeps them in the fold, of course,” the Prophet beamed in response to her remark.
The war room’s large tactical map flickered with updates, showing the rapid advance of Havenite forces into the abandoned New Covenant territories. The Prophet tapped a finger on Jefferson City. “By this time next week, the last of their holdouts will be drowned in the Havenite embrace—both politically and literally,” he mused, grinning at the dual entendre.
“And then we’ll have to sort out the new borders with the Nation of Islam,” Attorney General Constance Buck stipulated now.
“Yet another diplomatic headache, much like what Roosevelt and Churchill had with Stalin at Yalta and Tehran. Or for Truman at Potsdam,” Lieutenant Governor Casper Novak pointed out.