How Does Your Garden Grow?
Copyright© 2017 by Mark Gander
Chapter 67
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 67 - 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
1245 hours, local time
Monday, 6 July, 2015 (second anniversary of Fireball Day)
Eagle Point Park
Dubuque, Iowa Free State
The Prophet David Howard, Governor of Iowa Free State, was five minutes into a very public oration to a sizable Fireball Day commemoration audience when a tall, black man in a tuxedo drew closer in the audience. He pulled a Walther PPK automatic from his jacket, no suppressor, and opened fire on the Prophet, three shots to center of mass, the largest possible target. The torso it was, of course. He was obviously determined to succeed. He just as clearly didn’t care or expect to get away with it. The mission counted more than the man.
The crowd didn’t scream immediately; there was a collective, lagging breath, a moment where the brain tries to categorize the loud crack as a firework or a car backfiring. Then the Governor slumped, the podium shaking under his weight, and the tuxedoed man turned to face the crowd with a terrifyingly calm expression. He didn’t run. He simply stood there, the small pistol still smoking, watching the chaos bloom like a time-lapse video of a flower dying.
Tozroman, the demon who served as Secretary of War, immediately vaulted from the podium and landed on the assassin with claws out. He slashed and ripped at the man’s flesh, reaching for his heart and yanking it out to show it to him. The crowd backed away as the killer collapsed dead on the spot, at which point photographers captured the unmistakable image of a large, horned creature with crimson skin holding a beating heart before it went still. The flashbulbs popped in a rhythmic strobe, illuminating the gore and the sudden, unnatural stillness of the demon’s frame.
Then Tozroman opened his mouth and Hellfire escaped his throat, consuming the corpse while the Prophet was confirmed dead by the medical staff and people began weeping at the sight. So many people, especially his spouses, lovers, cabinet, and aides, hovered over his slain form, the mortal remains of the Prophet David Howard, originally of New Jersey, Governor of Iowa Free State. His legacy was a stronger, more cohesive Iowa, functioning essentially as an independent country in the aftermath of the apocalypse that had ended the old world and its norms.