Chapter 98

“I’ll move myself and my family aside
If we happen to be left half-alive
I’ll get all my papers and smile at the sky
For I know that the hypnotized never lie.” - The Who, Won’t Get Fooled Again

1445 hours, local time
Saturday, 21 February, 2015
The Chancellery Complex
The City of Haven, The Province of Oregon
The Commonwealth of Haven

“By all reports, in the past two days, our troops have ground down their forces in the city of Sacramento itself to only Capitol Park, the Capitol Mall, the Plaza de California, and that general area. The 2nd and 3rd Marine Battalions have linked with each other and with the Undead Guard by now, with the remaining enemy forces trapped in a shrinking and heavily damaged circle. The combination of the heavy artillery barrage, the air strikes, the bombs, the Undead Guard charging, and the separation between those units in Sacramento from those in West Sacramento ... and the complete control of the Sacramento River by our army, well, you get the idea. Their morale is rapidly collapsing, of course,” Katrina proudly informed me of the latest developments for the war briefing session.

“Indeed, the Army of Western Oregon is now mopping up a panicky and scattered bunch of units that have lost all cohesion, discipline, morale, etc. Their courage is gone. Your move to only let them have limited escape routes has encouraged smaller units to break off from the main formations in a desperate bid to escape, since that’s now an option. They have seriously disintegrated as a military force, the People’s Army of Sacramento, that is. The city of West Sacramento is being liberated, albeit slower ironically than its neighbor,” General Bryne informed me over the communications channel in an undisclosed location, presumably his CP.

“So, in essence, the Sacramento River War is nearing its end. Drawing to a close. Good. Solid work, folks. Excellent work. Yes, it’s sad that people have to die in the process, but the end is near, and with it, a lasting peace, at least in that part of the world. Every kilometer that we conquer and pacify will never see war again, I’m convinced of it. That is the point of this business. It is truly part of a war to end all wars, unlike the First World War a century ago,” I expressed my gratitude and praised the wonderful job done by the armed forces.

“Yes, well, Nydia in particular is covering herself in glory, taking the enemy often in hand-to-hand combat as much as she can. You should see her, galloping astride her charger, sword in hand, slashing away at the foe, cutting them down, striking utter terror in the hearts of the Red troops and breaking what’s left of their spirit. It’s amazing, particularly when you see how she doesn’t even break a sweat and no dirt clings to her naked flesh.

“Her sweet ass teases all of us even as she slaughters our adversaries. She also loves to fuck newly captured troops now and then, much to their shock, of course. They don’t know what to make of her or any of the Undead Guard, who are fond of emulating her that way,” Colonel Mace Jackson, the commander of the Marine expeditionary force, added with considerable pride and affection for my stepdaughter.

“Well done to you, too. Help yourself to some of that booty, too,” I basically encouraged the Marine officer to get it on with Nydia, of course, among others.

What was the use of having a resurrected warrior-slut with a celestial body for a seductive, naked stepdaughter/wife if you didn’t share her favors with your top soldiers while banging your other wives ... and husbands? She didn’t get to wear her beloved boots anymore, so she needed to still enjoy her other kinds of fun, including sex with her comrades-in-arms as well as our captives. Talk about some serious fraternization, right? Every sex act, of course, brought the prisoners so much closer to becoming converts to Havenism and recipients of Schumacher Syndrome.

“On a different note, let me announce that we have made some real progress in our talks with the Democratic Republic of Sonora and Aztlan. I fully expect some kind of agreement in a few days at the most. The relatively quick victory over the People’s Army of Sacramento is giving them considerable pause and an additional motive to strike a deal with us. They aren’t alone, either, especially in the wake of the annexation of Davis and several other cities in central California. Napa is another place that is lobbying very hard to join us now. Apparently, they don’t want to be left holding the bag like San Francisco,” Cherry informed me next.

“Oh, nice ... the wine country! That will be good for some nice little profits, won’t it?” Rachel reacted, clearly being a wine aficionado.

Leave it to my big sister on that one, right? Katrina laughed and slapped my sister on her bottom, making Rachel blush a little as she wiggled her tush in response. Katrina then whispered something in her ear, but I didn’t catch it, since it was clearly spoken in her native Punjabi tongue. When Rachel snickered and slapped her butt in return, I walked over and began rubbing each of their asses for my part. They both leaned into my hands, pressing their cheeks to my palms, of all things. Cherry winked at us as she saw that and licked her lips as well.

“Sorry, guys ... I was just telling Rachel how much I wanted to go to Napa Valley in person someday, get some fine-ass wine, and pour it down her butt-crack before drinking it all, then repeat, before having her return the favor. A sweeter wine would be fitting for someone with such a delicious derriere, right? Maybe something fruity or whatever. I want to get drunk off rimming my sweet, sweet Rachel!” Katrina confessed with a steamy kiss for both of us, after which I locked lips with Rachel as well.

“In any case, back to work,” I grinned after the triple kiss, “so, the annexation of more of California is moving along swimmingly, but what else do I need to know? Deseret, for instance?”

“Yes, that’s going tolerably well, all things considered, but just a bit slower than the work with the folks in Tucson. Evidently, they’re still not as convinced as their neighbors that a more lasting peace with us is crucial to their survival and success. They probably still expect some kind of damn miracle, never mind that such a thing never saved the previous headquarters of the church, namely Salt Lake City. It takes a considerable level of self-delusion, I should think, to believe that, but then, having been a Mormon myself, it doesn’t particularly surprise me about members of that sect,” Cherry blushed a little to think that she had spent most of her life in that particular church.