My Wicked Ways
Copyright© 2013 by Mark Gander
Chapter 99
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 99 - 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
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“There’s nothing in the street
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are effaced, by-the-bye
And the parting on the left
Is now parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight.” - The Who, Won’t Get Fooled Again
1755 hours, local time
Sunday, 22 February, 2015
The Chancellery Complex
The City of Haven, The Province of Oregon
The Commonwealth of Haven
“So, it’s finally happened, then. The Havenite flag is now raised above the California State Capitol and all other public buildings in Sacramento. Michael Moore is in custody. The last units of the People’s Army of Sacramento are gradually surrendering to our forces. There was no grand, universal capitulation, but that’s alright. It just confirms what a damn paper tiger the Sacramento People’s Republic truly was.
“The war is over for all practical purposes, with just some mopping up here or there to do. I doubt that Michael Moore will urge the rest to give up, but they don’t have any alternatives short of the sweet release of death,” Katrina informed me with a gleam in her eyes, even as I recalled our earlier coupling during the orgy.
“Thus ignominiously ends the public career of one Michael Moore, formerly actor, activist, filmmaker, etc. and more recently, the so-called First Commissar of the Sacramento People’s Republic. He’s gonna be in for a rough ride. The prison food in our penal system might not be as bad as that in other places, but it definitely won’t be a lot of fun. He’s nothing but a slob with pretensions to greatness and honestly, it seems like he managed to ruin things for his own little fiefdom or whatever. That’s not counting any atrocities and aggressions he has committed,” I rather coldly observed.
“What kind of trial process, though?” Ninve wondered.
“We’ll get to that in time. For now, he’s in custody as a captive civilian. Our laws had no binding authority prior to the war, so we’ll probably have to invoke international law, precedent, natural law, etc. He’ll still be held in the usual penal system, and will have no alternative but to lose weight and live according to the meager resources of the prison commissary. He’ll have to earn any kind of privileges, such as employment in the prison, and that will take some time to even acquire.
“He’ll be in for a real shock, living in a unisex prison and sharing facilities with female inmates as well as male ones. I love that even the bathrooms and cells are unisex in our prisons,” Shelby commented, taking pleasure in the kind of adjustments our foes have had to make to our way of life.
“Here’s hoping that it will make him more self-conscious and less arrogant when he sees female inmates and most of them are repulsed by him. Face it, women can be every bit as shallow as men, after all,” Sandra snickered at that thought.
“No kidding! I’m not gonna lie ... I already loved Mark, of course, but his new and improved body, damn, it’s ... magnificent!” Ninve licked her lips as she admired my body.
“No fucking joke there!” Sandra agreed as she roamed my flesh with her soft and silky hands.
“Well, what can I say, I enjoy your naked bodies as well! You weren’t ugly before, but you’re practically goddesses in terms of beauty nowadays. Of course, Angitia IS a goddess, as are our daughters,” I pointed to the Marsic snake goddess, hardly forgotten, one of the few of my ladies who literally couldn’t die.
Well, her and her daughters, of course ... our daughters ... the snake-goddesses.
“Yesss ... don’t forget me,” Angitia hissed, her forked tongue out as she licked my skin a bit ... and so did our daughters.
No, she wasn’t vicious, in spite of the hissing ... she was a mixture of deity, snake, and woman, so she was bound to be a little strange, that was all. I was used to her and her yellow-green eyes by now. She was fiercely loyal to me, but she also could be quite cruel to anyone who sought to harm me and mine. She was both mammalian and reptilian at once, which was someone rather difficult to comprehend, even for a resurrected demigod like me. Or was that a minor god? It was really hard to tell at times.
“We can’t forget my angelic wife, either, mind you,” I pointed to sweet Marcy, a woman whom I had loved since my adolescence.
“She’s downright heavenly, too, no doubt,” Nigella Lawson agreed, even as she knelt and began sucking my cock in front of everyone, “sorry, love, but I need some more of your manly cream.”
“You don’t need to apologize for that!” Cherry blurted, sliding up to me while Katrina coughed to remind me of the briefing.
“Yes, dear Kat. Back to the briefing,” I encouraged her to resume.
“Yes, and then the debriefing,” Katrina showed that she didn’t wish to be a killjoy, “in any case, our forces are beginning to restore law and order wherever we can. Our occupation is being set up in earnest as it should, of course. The local police are being given a stern choice: swear fealty and keep their arms or else be disarmed and dismissed. Anyone with too close of ties to the old regime is simply being given the boot.”
“As they should. Sorry, I had to ... comment,” I gasped as I felt the way that Nigella tickled the head of my cock with her tongue.
“She’s making it rather hard on you, isn’t she, love?” Kate Beckinsale laughed while rubbing my ass with her eager hands.
“Yes, well, I’m a sucker for you English roses, anyway,” I confessed while urging Katrina to continue.
“Duly noted,” Kate whispered huskily in my ear, making me suspect that she was smoking again, not that I cared, “I look forward to every chance to prove that we English roses are suckers for you, too.”
After all, what was it going to do ... kill her? She was already dead, well, undead and risen from the dead, of course. I loved how she looked as she smoked cigarettes after sex, anyway. Her and Lily, her daughter, of course, not to mention Lily’s father, Michael Sheen. At least one foursome, all three of them lit up and it was pretty sexy of them, especially knowing that they had each taken me up their asses (or arses, in their cases, right).
“In any case, back to work, for now,” I winked down at Nigella while looking apologetically at Katrina for interrupting her again.
“Oh, honey, you’re the Boss, in case you forgot. And it’s Sunday. Still, the war knows no weekends, so I appreciate your awareness of the nature of the ... infraction, as it were. You can make it up to me later ... in bed. You, me, and Rachel, of course,” Katrina licked her lips at that particular prospect, “as a former personal trainer, I must confess, especially nowadays, that threesomes are one of my favorite workouts.”
“It’s a date, of course. My sister is pretty sweet, after all, as are you, naturally,” I coughed as I waited for the briefing to resume.
“Or supernaturally, you mean? Yep, it’s a date, baby brother,” Rachel winked at us while caressing Nigella’s hair as the former celebrity chef continued the enthusiastic blowjob.
“In any case, it will be a process, of course, but the process of occupation, reconstruction, decommunization or whatnot, has commenced. All Communist propaganda, council or otherwise, has been systematically removed, from posters, to billboards, etc. All of the public radio and TV stations are being put under new management, of course. While rationing hasn’t ended yet, all rations have been increased, which will be a good transition out of that practice, better than immediate abolition, of course,” Katrina picked up where she left off without missing a beat.
“And the courts? Being reorganized as we speak, I presume,” I replied.
“Naturally. The so-called ‘people’s tribunals’ have been dissolved, of course. All businesses have been restored to their private owners where possible. Well, except for things for the utilities, of course. We can’t have the power grid organized on the basis of profit, can we? Anyway, our forces are helping the locals in both places get things back on a working basis, of course. The folks in West Sacramento have agreed to formally submit to annexation, as at this point, what alternative do they have that even makes sense?” Katrina rattled off more details, reaching an end to this particular briefing, at least as far I could tell.
“Yes, well, that makes the Sacramento River War officially over and the Sacramento River itself, as well as both cities, integral Havenite territory, as they should be. I dare say that the county government should be easy enough to set up, even as we negotiate with other parts of the former Golden State over their future under Havenite hegemony,” I remarked, even as Nigella stopped and bent over so I could put my prick up her bum.
The fact that Kate helped lube the culinary guru up with some shortening or whatever and guided me inside Ms. Lawson’s backside to bugger her just seemed like icing on the cake. Katrina and Rachel both winked at me and laughed as they saw me sodomizing Nigella, who clearly enjoyed it even more than Kate liked playing with my own tush. The British beauty knew what she was doing, of course, fingering my backdoor, at which point Ninve and Sandra joined in that fun. It was a little crowded back there, but hey, if that was their deal, I was good with it. I was never one to be all uptight about ass play.
“It will be a lengthy process, as stated, but it has begun, and it should be noted that the City of Martinez has formally applied for annexation by the Commonwealth. That will be no small situation, to say the least. It’s one of the smaller cities in Contra Costa County, but it was the county seat back when the county lines actually mattered. It certainly increases the pressure on the other cities of central California, of course,” Cherry observed, “there have been similar requests by cities of comparable size and importance in the Bay Area and other parts of the region. It is definite progress and will isolate the big fish, such as San Francisco, of course.”
My first wife, who also happened to be the Commissar of Foreign Affairs, seemingly took great delight in the notion that the trickle of cities and communities in the Golden State joining us had become a flood. Then again, so did Stephanie, the Deputy Commissar and another of my wives. Stephanie coughed right then, too, as if to inform me of something particularly helpful just before I spilled my load inside Nigella’s arse and flooded her bowels.
“We have reached agreement with the Democratic Republic of Sonora and Aztlan on the preliminary draft of a formal peace treaty with that country, including non-aggression, normal diplomatic relations, the exchange of embassies and consulates, better cooperation in trade, that kind of thing. We are nearing the last phases of a similar agreement with the leaders of San Diego and the Republic of Orange, which will help go a long way toward more secure borders and a stabler political situation in North America. Then again, Robert Wagner, whatever his vices or faults, is a far more reasonable negotiator and head of state than Jasper Long ever was,” Stephanie declared for my benefit and that of the others.
“Well, then, if there’s nothing else, let’s celebrate with beer, wine, whiskey, etc. and plenty of excellent food for supper. What’s the dish tonight?” I inquired, even as I got several kisses and a big surprise.
“That’s on me and my daughters ... We have to do our part, after all. We’re definitely pleased to have the chance to serve you. We owe you everything, don’t we all?” Heather informed me, with Lucy, Ashley, and Erica.
“Jannat made dessert, though,” Erica added, much to my delight.
What could I say to that, anyway?
“Well, ladies, I am in your debt,” I told them with much affection and appreciation in my voice.
“Far less than we are in yours, my love. Don’t forget ... you raised us from the dead,” Lucy reminded me.
“Yep, compared to that, this is small potatoes, but thank you, anyway,” Ashley observed for her part.
“Word of warning, though, per my request, I will be the table on which dessert is placed and eaten. Literally. I already got the approval from Jannat, who seemed very thrilled to have the chance to plate sweet treats on another woman’s flesh. Don’t worry, I will get to eat it, too, off my own skin, no less!” Tamara surprised me now.
“Oh, my, that does sound delicious!” Ana declared.
“My sentiments exactly!” Teresa agreed with her, of course.
All in all, one of my happier days, and on George Washington’s birthday, no less. I just hoped that the Father of the American Nation could understand what has happened since his death to make such changes necessary. Then again, maybe he was an angel by now, in which case, maybe he did. Well, at any rate, I did what was necessary. Let history judge me, not our forefathers.
He had his destiny and I had mine.
“Oh, I think that he understands a lot better now,” God chuckled, “as do the others, including the ones in Hell whose souls retained any sanity. Of course, some souls couldn’t be restored to life, because they went insane after a lengthy torment in Hell. These became hungry ghosts after their Hell bodies perished ... they required the eternal nature and environment ... the literal Hell-scape to sustain their bodies, as noted before. Once Satan closed it down, the bodies eventually died ... and then I had to decide what to do with their souls ... and in some cases, I’ve allowed Satan or you to resurrect some of them ... In some cases, such as Thomas Jefferson, I resurrected them as angels. Ditto Thomas Paine. Benjamin Franklin ended up in Heaven, anyway., as did Ethan Allen, in spite of their he AM “There’s nothing in the street Looks any different to me And the slogans are effaced, by-the-bye And the parting on the left Is now parting on the right And the beards have all grown longer overnight.” - The Who, Won’t Get Fooled Again
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