Chapter 99

“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.