Start The Revolution Without Me Ch 12

"Is the worm turning, sir?"

"The worm has turned and is now packing an Uzi."

"It's about bloody time!" - from Wolf (Jack Nicholson)

Two months later...

"So, apparently, the New Order forces have been pushed out of Newcastle, which is fully liberated now. The New Royal Army has imposed martial-law in the city, too, with a newly appointed military governor for the place. All of the local New Order officials, including the Mayor, have been rounded up and detained in special holding facilities or camps just outside the town. It is definitely the beginning of the likely rather brief Second English Civil War and the beginning of the end of the New Order gynocratic regime.

"By all accounts, nearly all of the male soldiers fighting for the New Order side simply deserted or surrendered rather than fight to preserve the regime. They had no motive to fight on behalf of a government that oppressed, after all. The regime is now leaning on sponsors to send their male wards to fight for their cause, of course. Several are complying, but these have few, if any, motives, to fight to defend the now illegal New Order administration. Not only is it oppressive specifically to them, and showing no signs of reform, but it is no longer a lawful government at all, not recognized by any foreign power, either," I summarized the latest news that I got from the home country while screwing Nina very hard from behind.

"Looky here... the regime has now ordered a pullback of troops toward something called the Valerie Solanas Line. Talk about fitting... the real Valerie Solanas was nuttier than a fruitcake, by all accounts. I don't think that they're going to be able to hold that line, in any case. They don't exactly have a lot of good options in terms of manpower. It's not as if all of the women are trained fighters and committed to upholding the New Order system or way of life, either," Nina smirked as she pushed back at me with her hips and Tavneet spread her cheeks to lick her sister's delectable arse.

"Not judging from the progress of the war so far, at any rate. It's quite clear that the new King, whatever his past reputation, commands and inspires a lot more respect, devotion, and loyalty than does the New Order elite, or even any recent Prime Minister in my lifetime. Then again, the politicians have been miserable failures.

"Whatever scandals and messes that the King has been in while married to Princess Di and the whole Camilla tape business, he hasn't ruined people's lives. He has also acted far more decisively than most of the politicians, and quite frankly, much more in the public interest. Given the choice between a bunch of man-hating crazies and the sovereign of the realm, I know which one I'd choose," Vicky observed while she began kissing my upper body.

"Evidently, the President is offering to send some troops to England to help with the liberation, and the King hasn't declined the proposal, at least not yet. Wales has openly declared for the King, too, and all of Scotland is at his back. He has signed off on the reunification of Ireland, and there appears to be serious talk of sending even Irish troops to aid in liberating England from the New Order gynocracy. I personally think that most of it will be moot, as I doubt that it will take very long for England to return to the Crown," Heather remarked while having her own threesome with Fernando and Cassidy, her tongue exploring the other lady's butt-crack while he plowed her.

That was when Christine called again, much to my amusement, as I now went back and forth between Nina, Tanveet, and Vicky.

"Hello, Christine. What's up?" I impatiently asked her.

"Bruce, darling, I don't have a lot of time. There's been... an uprising here. Full-scale. The whole bloody city has been named a 'Free City' or some such nonsense, all government buildings have fallen to what seems like a mutiny by the local defense forces and police. All of the men who were still loyal, and even some women, have turned their guns on their superiors and joined the insurgents. I just don't... understand... we offered them the world, a much better world, in fact, but they seem to hate us for it and have no gratitude... they've betrayed us. I just don't see why!" Christine sounded very desperate now, sensing that her days of freedom were now numbered.

"I told you before, Christine... 'start the revolution without me.' I meant it then and I mean it now for sure. I will certainly not help you prop up a doomed, incompetent regime. The King is now apparently a disciple of mine, so I'm looking forward to hearing from him. Enjoy life wherever you are now, what, Leeds, Liverpool? York? Lincoln? Or did you stay put in Manchester?" I probed, curious about that detail at least.

"I'm still in Manchester... and it's gone bollocks! Everything has gone to shite... what can we do? Those of us who are in New Order? What can we do, where can we go... why is everything so wrong now? Is there no hope for us?" Christine pleaded with me in spite of my obvious disdain for her.

"I hate to sound callous, but I told you so, and now it sounds like a personal problem to me. Do you want to hang up or listen to me fucking my lovely ladies here, oh, fuck... Vicky's really taking it balls deep, too! Yes, that Vicky, my own sister, who chose to join me instead of fighting for your side. I wonder why!" I taunted Christine as I put the phone on speaker so she could hear my sister's moans of pleasure from my cock inside her.

"You're fucking your own sister?" Christine expressed obvious shock now.

"Yes, Christine, my dear, I am... and she's ten times the lay that you ever were, as are Nina, Tanveet, Heather, Cassidy, Lisa, Michelle, I could go down the list. I have a lot of disciples of both sexes, and more than a few of them like to share my bed. Now, why would I ever go back to you? I'd have to be bonkers, absolutely stark raving mad, wouldn't I?" I chuckled while now plowing Tanveet, each lady of the trio who wasn't under me gladly rimming the one who was.

"Now he's inside my sister, Tanveet, who's loving every second of it... this is Nina, by the way. Kiss my lovely Indian arse, in case you know what I think that you should do. Cross the Pond, if you can, come over here, kneel before Bruce and the rest of us, spread my bum cheeks and kiss and lick my bottom! I dare say that it would be more enjoyable than what you're doing right now! I doubt that any of your lesbian partners are half as clean as me down there!" Nina laughed softly as she now took her turn, "oh, God, now your ex is inside me... I love how his cock feels in my cunny, too!"

"Or you could always surrender! That seems like your safest bet. Some contrition and submission would do you a world of good," Vicky suggested, even she guided me inside Nina's anus to my sweet Punjabi colleague's surprise and delight.

There was silence and dead air now, as Christine either hung up or her phone dropped the call. It was probably a burner, anyway. Now she was the fugitive, she and her kind. The shoe was on the other phone now. Oh, how the worm had turned!