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My Wicked Ways

Copyright© 2013 by Mark Gander

Chapter 91

Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 91 - The title is somewhat sarcastic, but this story continues the tale of Mark, the man who lives with his pregnant supervisor, an equally pregnant pharmacist, and a sexually frustrated Mormon girl with a fetish for boots. Read as their family mushrooms from that small household to become necessary to the survival of the human race.

Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/ft   Ma/ft   mt/Fa   Fa/Fa   ft/ft   Fa/ft   Ma/Ma   Ma/mt   mt/mt   Mult   Teenagers   Magic   Mind Control   NonConsensual   BiSexual   Fiction   Celebrity   Post Apocalypse   Paranormal   Ghost   Vampires   Sharing   Wife Watching   Incest   BDSM   Rough   Gang Bang   Group Sex   Harem   Orgy   Polygamy/Polyamory   Swinging   Interracial   Anal Sex   Analingus   Double Penetration   First   Lactation   Oral Sex   Pegging   Pregnancy   Squirting   Water Sports   BBW   Public Sex   Nudism   Politics   Transformation   Violence   Sci-fi sex story BDSM

0915 hours, local time
Thursday, 27 November, 2014 (Thanksgiving Day)
The Chancellery Complex
The City of Haven, The Province of Oregon
The Commonwealth of Haven

“Ah, Turkey Day! I’m so glad that you never abolished this holiday, dear husband! I love it! I get to pig out ... and be grateful for the chance!” Cherry told me while leaning over to plate my food, something that she increasingly insisted on doing.

“Me, abolish a fine old American tradition, unlike some of the less stellar ones that had to go, such as Daylight Savings Time and the old month before day dating format? No, I’ve chucked the bathwater, but I won’t discard the damn baby, I assure you! Of course, I also instituted the metric system and Celsius instead of Fahrenheit, but that was just mathematical sense. It’s a lot easier to measure that way, wouldn’t you say?” I chuckled while fondling her sweet, naked ass, much to her delight.

“Speaking of the former U.S.A, I find it regrettable, even if temporarily necessary, that my former church has completely overrun the whole Phoenix area and now the ghost towns in central and northern Arizona, just as you expected. They are busily calling upon Mormons from elsewhere to settle in those places and fill the void, of course. Naturally, they have urban planning schemes meant to emphasize their vision of ‘faith, family, and fatherland,’ etc., and thus eradicating any opportunities for ‘sin’ and ‘vice.’ They’re in a mad rush to connect their territory and transfer their seat of government to Prescott for now. It’s more central than Mesa and contains a temple already, after all.

“Also, it appears that they are busy negotiating with the various tribal governments on the basis of mutual recognition, even as said tribes expand their territory into empty spaces previously controlled by such ghost towns as Denver or Santa Fe. Naturally, they have avoided any kind of discussions with Burlington, Colorado Springs, or the Democratic Republic of Sonora and Aztlan so far. I think that they are holding off in the hopes that a miracle will happen to prevent any such necessary discussions. It would sound ludicrous, but these are Mormons and some weird and supernatural events have recently occurred more often than in the past. They definitely haven’t reached out to us, even as they have also expanded into southern Idaho, just as you predicted,” Cherry briefed me as she sat next to me and Nydia sat on her lap.

That Ninve sat on my other side, with Sandra on her lap, well, that was nothing strange in my home. In fact, none of that kind of thing was odd at all here. They loved to trade off sitting on each other’s laps, mine, and next to me, these wives of mine. Naturally, the smaller ladies tended to sit on the laps, as Sandra did, rather than have others sit on theirs. Sandra was typically more vulnerable with her cousin, Ninve, who was plumper and bustier than her, after all, than she was with most other women. Yes, in case you missed it, they were kissing cousins as well as sister-wives.

“So, who gets to sit on Mark’s lap this morning?” Natalie Portman asked, answering her own question by doing just that, “I’d apologize for the interruption, but it was necessary comic relief for all of the bad news.”

“No need for apologies, babe. You clearly want to ride the Lawgiver’s cock. I don’t blame you for that at all,” Cherry told her, even as she resumed, “on a more positive note, we’ve gotten some real results in northern Idaho, more conversions and several dozen communities requesting annexation by Haven. Whitehorse and Yellowknife have formally transferred their sovereignty to our rule, of course, thus adding themselves to the other cities and towns that have officially joined us. The full integration of Alaska, British Columbia, Yukon, and Northwest Territories is well underway. The absorption of Vancouver, Juneau, Anchorage, Fairbanks, Nome, and Victoria into Haven has led the way.”

“And, of course, several more communities in California have joined them. The growing rate of conversions to Havenism and the spread of Schumacher Syndrome have contributed greatly to this, of course. Crescent City is the biggest new acquisition, of course, and will make it easier to re-establish Del Norte County as a political entity. We’re making serious progress in Siskiyou County as well as Modoc County, too. It’s just not as far along in terms of success as it is in Del Norte County. This creates a significant prospect for expansion deeper into California, of course,” Aunt Lydia announced, much to everyone’s delight, even as she groped Gilbert a bit (not that he minded at all).

“Yes, well, when enough cities, towns, and counties in California have been added, I am going to create a separate province for them. I haven’t chosen a name yet, but it will exist. The former state of California was frankly too large toward the end, far too unwieldy, and the state’s leaders tended to be very dismissive of people in those rural, northern counties. They weren’t being treated well at all, whatever their faults. I think that any vices that they had were mostly rooted in the unfortunate Christian faith that they held in the past. That won’t be an issue in the future, of course.

“By the time that the rest of California is annexed, it will be too late, a fait accomplis, a fact accomplished. They will just have to accept the fact that the future province of California will be a smaller one indeed, with far less power and clout than it used to possess,” I observed while enjoying Natalie Portman’s buttocks and crack pressed against my prick.

“Meanwhile, the Salvation Army’s invasion of Massachusetts hasn’t gone as well as they hoped, of course. The various gangs, warlords, factions, etc. have co-operated so far, largely out of a desire for self-preservation. Whatever their problems and the troubles that their rule has created, many folks don’t have any interest in being ruled by the likes of the Salvation Army as an alternative. The Straight Edge gang community has been particularly ruthless and effective in opposing the SA. How long that will last is difficult to know, though there are suspicions that the Opus Dei regime on Long Island and New Netherlands, maybe even the Republic of Nantucket, could well be lending aid to said gangs against the SA.

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