How Does Your Garden Grow?
Copyright© 2017 by Mark Gander
Chapter 63
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 63 - 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
1400 hours, local time
Sunday, 28 June, 2015 (23 months since Fireball Day)
Dubuque County Courthouse
Dubuque, Iowa
“So, apparently, General Russell Rao has ... evacuated Topeka, with as many troops as could join him in the airlift. The remaining Army of the Union command has offered unconditional surrender to Havenite forces. He will personally capitulate to General Hawkins of the South Dakota Havenite Militia tomorrow morning at 0800 hours, local time,” Tozroman, the demon who served as Secretary of War, informed the Prophet David Howard, Governor of Iowa Free State.
“It’s over. It’s really over, by God! We have won!” the Prophet grinned at the news that his Havenite brethren had broken Rao, the infamous, very rapey warlord who had once nearly conquered Nebraska as well as much of Kansas.
“101 years to the day since Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria-Hungary was assassinated in the now destroyed city of Sarajevo in Bosnia-Herzegovina, thus beginning the chain reaction that instigated World War One,” Lieutenant Governor Casper Novak observed now.
“In any case, with Topeka fallen, Kansas Free State will soon be fully established. Only the areas controlled by the Nation of Islam are exempt from this,” Attorney General Constance Buck concluded now.
The Prophet exulted, “General Rao has been raping his way across Kansas for almost two years. And now he has been reduced to fleeing like a cowardly dog. So much for his much vaunted ‘warrior ethos’.”
“Still, dear brother, where will he go next with the remnant of his forces? That is the most worrisome question where he is concerned,” his German half-sister, the Prophetess Serena Kurtz-Howard, who was also one of his beloved wives, reminded him with her distinct Hamburg accent adding a sense of sobriety to the mood.
“A relevant worry, yes, but one for the future. Hopefully, he leaves North America for parts far out of sight and mind for years to come,” Colonel Felix Mendoza, Chief of Intelligence, remarked now.
The Prophet leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping the armrests. “Serena’s right—Rao doesn’t just vanish. That bastard will try to make trouble somewhere. Maybe Mexico, maybe Jamaica—but wherever he lands, someone will have to confront him.”
“By the way, the Holy Cornerstone Army has finished its long, brutal campaign to conquer San Antonio. Pastor John Hagee has formally declared victory and installed himself as Supreme Judge, Guardian, Protector, and Captain of the Host of the Holy Citadel and Presidio of San Antonio. A Council of Judges and Elders has been created to assist him, composed mostly of supportive ministers, civil servants, business magnates, and senior military and police officers,” Azita Howard, one of the Prophet’s wives and originally an Iranian national, added with alarm.
“I always loathed him while having a certain grudging respect for the prick. He has a distinct charisma and always managed to seem like a serious and sober fellow, at least compared to his brethren,” Melanie Howard, a former Unitarian Universalist minister turned Havenite elder who was another of the Prophet’s wives, commented on the Texas evangelical preacher.
“Meanwhile, the Carlisle Summit has begun between representatives of the Keystone Free State, the Eastern Pennsylvania Alliance, and Delaware as the impartial mediator, with a clear intention of making the temporary peace a lasting one,” Jenny Howard updated them now.
“Mazel tov. I wish them good luck,” Amanda Shapiro-Howard remarked, “the more peace and prosperity for all, the better,” her mix of English and Yiddish as effective and charming as ever.
“Pope Patrick I in Avignon has formally lifted the interdict on all liberated areas of Ontario and Quebec, so basically everything but Saint-Georges and its vicinity. His rival papal claim in the New Schism, Pope Peter II in Krakow, has been quick to ‘emulate him, undoubtedly frustrated that Patrick got in first,” Mercedes Howard snorted her dismissal of the squabbling pontiffs, fighting over the allegiance of a shrinking Catholic Church.
The Prophet sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Fine, fine, let them jockey for spiritual supremacy. What’s happening on the ground in Kentucky? Last I heard, the very much misnamed Triumphant Army has stalled again and is scrambling to protect against a counteroffensive now by the western Kentucky Havenite community forces since three failed bids by now to seized Frankfort, the former state capital.”
The doors to the chamber burst open before Tozroman could reply, Lieutenant Daniel Orange rushing in with a sheaf of papers, his face flushed. “Urgent dispatch from Kentucky, sir. The Triumphant Army’s supply lines have been cut near Liberty. Local scouts report they’re burning what they can’t carry. They’re retreating, not regrouping.”
“They’ve given up hope of Frankfort and the rest of Kentucky. Reverend Wallace is now desperate to keep the rest of her little theocracy running and salvage what dignity she can keep of this fiasco, this embarrassing military defeat at the hands of local Havenite militia. When I am slain and resurrected, I will take the war to them. We will shove their war up their own asses!” the Prophet asserted now.
“Closer at hand, our soldiers have met the Nation of Islam troops at the partition line in Missouri, sir,” Major General Raines Seltzer, the chief of staff, informed the Prophet now.
“The partition has begun in earnest on the ground. The Missouri Free State flag now flies over the old state capital of Jefferson City,” Lieutenant Brittany Coleman smiled at that thought, “we control enough of Missouri to have a functional state there, just as we do in Kansas.”
“The Battle of Salisbury between the Royal Mercian Army and the People’s Associated Defense Forces has ended in the encirclement and capture of the latter. 987 Mercians killed in action versus 1,435 Associates. It’s an unmitigated catastrophe for the P.A.R. 13,659 Associate troops captured alive,” Colonel Mendoza reported now.
“At this rate, they’ll be in Bristol by September. Southwestern England will be completely theirs,” Novak pointed out.
“And the People’s Associated Republic will be fucked. The Left will be entirely finished in England. Time will tell who prevails, but it won’t be a bunch of pinkos and tankies,” Denise Howard commented now.
“Fighting has broken out between the Lone Star Enclave in Midland-Odessa and its neighbors, mostly the local Klan. It’s going to get very ugly fast,” Andrea Howard stated the latest news that she just received as a note from a staffer.
“Even so, Texas is being consolidated into fewer factions, like so much else of North America. The big fish are gobbling up the little ones,” Fujima Howard stated with her distinct Honshu accent.