Sigma Omega Sigma
Copyright© 2012 by Mark Gander
Chapter 18
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 18 - Mark didn't know what it would really mean to join the college fraternity, Sigma Omega Sigma, until he actually pledged for it. Hell Week proved more heavenly than he could ever have thought, as he learned the true purpose of the secret society posing as a Greek organization.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Hypnosis Magic BiSexual Military School Workplace Post Apocalypse Paranormal Demons Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Wife Watching Wimp Husband Incest Mother Son Brother Sister InLaws BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Rough Spanking Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Interracial Anal Sex Analingus Exhibitionism First Oral Sex Pregnancy Squirting Public Sex Nudism Politics Violence
“And so, with regret, I order the surrender of the New Zealand government and armed forces to this ... Leviathan and his ... Commonwealth. I also resign the office of Prime Minister and await the appointment of a new government or administration for this formerly sovereign nation. I will continue to serve as a caretaker until a new custodian is appointed...,” the Prime Minister of New Zealand declared, just as I appeared next to her and brought my harem in tow.
“No, you won’t. I hereby appoint George as the new custodian of New Zealand. No, he’s not a Kiwi, but I have to ensure the loyalty of the territorial government during the transition. Quite frankly, I don’t trust you, especially given your reluctance to submit to my proper authority. Your agenda and mine are candidly quite different. You seem focused on wokeness or whatever, rather than the best interests of the community, society, and people.
“For instance, your legal ‘reforms’ have undercut due process of law and the presumption of innocence. We can’t have that, can we? Time to abolish that claptrap now and posthaste. Proper legal jurisprudence will be restored and I will not tolerate any kind of end run around the necessary burden of proof. In the future, all citizens will have their day in court, no matter what the cost,” I stipulated, earning a terrified and bewildered look on the former prime minister’s face.
“What will become of me?” she asked me with a very sincere and worried tone in her voice.
“Time will tell, but for now, take a nice, healthy retirement with your man here, preferably somewhere outside of my domain. We’ll decide the future of New Zealand and the rest of the world without your input, thank you very much. You’re relatively young. You can start fresh, can’t you? Maybe even be a star on the lecture circuit or something like that,” I rolled my eyes, frankly no longer as interested in her as I used to be.
She was a bit dull these days, very woke and prudish, anyway. Of course, she did me a useful turn with the gun thing, not that I opposed guns, just that it would make resistance to my rule that much more difficult to create without any serious civilian ordnance. Rogue police and military units might be a threat, but they would be quashed in time. There would be no real underground or asymmetrical peril to my annexation of New Zealand to my Commonwealth. Any sympathizers with armbands could be armed in haste to help me consolidate my rule.