Chapter 55

“When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive - to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.” - Marcus Aurelius Antoninus, Emperor of Rome (161-180 AD)

0735 hours, local time
Tuesday, 10 March, 2015
Schweitzer Mountain
Sandpoint, Idaho

“So, that was a nice way to thank me for what I did for you, even though I admittedly enjoyed doing it for you. After all, I can’t get cricks in my neck anymore as an undead woman, any more than you can as an angel. Most of all, I just plain love eating your pussy and ass as well as having you eat mine like that,” Miranda told Sydney Sweeney as they arose at the tail end of the nocturnal orgy that happened after supper and the political war council among all those present.

“Hey, I’m not going to lie. I dig analingus in particular. I love giving it and I definitely enjoy being on the receiving end of it. I love having someone worship my ass and devour it like it’s some kind of dessert and I adore doing the same for others. It’s especially enjoyable with other women, perhaps because of the pure aesthetic of the act and of the body part in question. You and I both know that the most beautiful sight on Earth is a naked female bottom. Okay, maybe more than a naked female bottom would be more beautiful, but that’s a matter of quantity, not quality.

“Plus, I enjoy the sheer dominance of sitting on someone’s face as if it is a chair and treating her as an object for a moment without any guilt or confusion. The truth is, we are all objects and objectify each other. It’s natural, a proper, inevitable human impulse or instinct. Getting to do this with multiple people of both sexes only added to the greatness and delightfulness of the activity.

“You should see how great it is for me to be both worshiped and objectified by the youth of Sandpoint High School, for instance. Gang-bangs of all kinds are absolutely glorious! I love getting pounded by the football, hockey, and basketball players while their girlfriends lick my ass and I lick theirs!” Sydney exulted while everyone ate their breakfast in the resort’s kitchen in front of the staff.

“And after that?” Justine asked her next.

“Well, then some other lucky girl gets gang-banged, and there are plenty who are eager to follow my lead. Sometimes, each of the girlfriends took their turns at being the focus of the attention, the belle of the ball. Yes, I fluff for them, too! Especially by rimming them and letting them rim me! My ass is a real erogenous zone for me. Not to mention it’s pretty yummy, right?” Sydney asked while they all took showers in a hurry, including the staff who were glad to get naked and wet with everyone else.

“So, you live here, too?” Charles clarified, “I mean, as your actual residence?”

“Yes, yes, I do, and I thoroughly enjoy the staff here as well as their ... services, you might say. You can probably tell that. You can ask them, but well, I don’t deny anyone of age in this town my sexual favors, as I’ve said. I fuck and suck and lick them all, as I’ve basically admitted already. I love being so slutty for the townsfolk here, including my provincial administration staff, my advisers, my department and agency heads, etc.

“This is the provincial capital of North Idaho, as stated. I fuck politicians, administrators, businessmen, trade unionists, regular Joes, etc. I fuck them all! I’m just a horny little tramp who died as a teenage girl and is now a fucking angel. Literally!” Sydney acknowledged and owned her promiscuous nature in a rather charmingly candid fashion.

“Well, it’s a rather pleasant working environment, from the sound of it. So, pretty soon, in any case, we’ll be heading west to Washington, your home state, which is now a province, of course. You haven’t really lived there for many years, though. Do you ever plan to visit it yourself?” Mike wondered while they all dried off and walked naked to the breakfast table.

“Sure, at some point. I’d love to drop by Spokane, my hometown, and bend over for so many ladies, gents, and futanari that I would have to limp away if I wasn’t an angel. Unfortunately, for the present, and bear in mind that it’s not too unfortunate, because I love my job, but well, I am the Governor of North Idaho. I would love to fuck the Mayor, Council, etc. I would love to fuck the students, the teachers, the local populace there, too, of my birthplace. It’s so great, bending over and letting people rail me in public. I love pleasing and satisfying them,” Sydney licked her lips as she thought about such things.

“I would love to walk along the front lines of the war in Michigan and bend over for troops on both sides, making them drop their weapons and focus on screwing me instead. I have other work to do, but it’s a nice fantasy. Of course, all that would happen would be that those guys got executed or something like that and they’d simply find more troops,” Dandelion spoke up right then, “of course, they couldn’t kill me, but I would hate to have someone get shot just for screwing me. That’s not a crime, after all.”

“And on that note, the latest news seems to be that the Adventist troops have worked hand in hand with the Black Guard to push Brother Antoine and his goons out of his toeholds in Michigan. His overtures to the Upper Peninsula Free State in response have been flatly ignored, too. They have opted to stay neutral, at least for now, probably because they don’t trust either side. I can’t say that I blame them. Neither side is all that trustworthy, including the Maritime Provinces fighting the Sacred Dominion on its eastern front,” Chelsea observed, being astute as always.

“In any case, the Sacred Dominion Army has been expelled from Michigan. They are no longer in possession of any former American territory at all. This has got to be a shocking setback for Brother Antoine, who likely never expected any kind of military reverses. Then again, he’s a former monk, not a man with any kind of military training, education, or background. He’s not used to not having a roadmap, well, other than this new religion or sect or church that he has founded. He’s used to having things all go his way, according to plan, of course. The notion of things going awry or plans falling through, that’s just not on his horizon. Until now,” Charles pointed out now.