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Chapter 13

"Girls, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Dan Leland asked his recent companions, Freydís Dagsdóttir and Sía Marksdóttir, as they walked inside his home with their takeout food.

"Well... we... want to... keep you... and have you keep us. Long term, that is. We thought that bringing some great fast food would be a good way to... help charm you. That... and this," Freydís beamed as the girls undressed in front of him.

"Yes, that is our purpose," Sía smiled, adding, "But we understand that there might be some questions or difficulties with that notion. How about resolving that... impasse... talking it out, dear Dan?"

"Naked Norse cuties and greasy takeout are certainly great icebreakers," Dan laughed as he lit a joint and passed it to both women to share.

"Ah, yes, you're the king, man! You've got the absolute best weed!" Freydís praised Dan while Sía and she sat down with him.

"So, you both want to date me... long-term. A serious, heavy relationship, is that right? You'd both be my girlfriends and I would be your boyfriend. Is that right? I was under the impression that you wanted to play the field a bit," Dan answered with some confusion.

"Oh, my sweet, sweet man... yes, we want to play the field, and so do you, and that is fine with us, as we hope that it will be with you! We want to play the field... with you... and separately... to share you and be shared by you. It would be an open triad... and a complete one, of course. You, me, and her being lovers together... with each other and others. Now, any other questions or objections?" Sía reassured Dan as the girls planted kisses on his mouth.

"Just understand that this is my place... it can be our place, but it will never cease to be my place, even if it also becomes yours. Are we all in accord? It can and should become our place... if we cohabit, but it must remain mine as well as yours. Feel free to be equal partners in the weed, in the profits from it, in the work that goes into it. In the weed that we keep for ourselves, too, of course. Just don't get any ideas of pushing me aside. We're lovers. We're partners. We're equals. Agreed?" Dan stipulated, making them blush and grin.

"Of course, lover!" Sía replied.

"Definitely," Freydís responded as the ladies kissed Dan even harder and began feeding him by hand, "See, we may have you eating out of our hands, quite literally, but we will always make sure that your... appetite is fed."

"Word!" Sía exclaimed as she went under the table and started sucking Dan's cock.

"Remember to share, lover!" Freydís reminded her partner as she joined her in giving Dan head.

"I could do this forever! Well, this and fucking ride him for eternity!" Sía declared enthusiastically now.

"We need to find him plenty of girls... and twinks that he can fuck as much as he likes... and we can enjoy, too! Would you enjoy that... if we recruit lots of girls and twinks to service you... and us?" Freydís offered, even as Dan kept eating the fast food and enjoying their oral services.

"Maybe you can put ball gags in their mouths and we can fuck them all together... you girls using strap-ons to peg them while I'm inside you. Or you can face fuck them while I use their asses and pussies... And can make them eat you out... both holes while I plow them hard. Maybe they can dominate you, too!" Dan winked as he continued to relish the benefits of the girls' sexual favors.

"We can do anything that you like with anyone fourteen years and up. In fact, there is a really cute, virginal liquor store clerk who might make a great twink for you and a great fuckboy for us. We think that you'd really enjoy him and vice versa. We know that we will, of course. So, how about it?" Freydís asked him as Sía and she bent over next to him.

Dan found himself fucking both ladies in earnest, even as he kept eating, and even as the women kept devouring their food. It was a weird kind of multi-tasking, yet they managed it for now, reveling in the realization that they were now intimate in a brand new way with their new American (was that even the right term anymore?) boyfriend. They were stomach sisters in every conceivable meaning of the phrase, something that cracked them both up.

"Talk about being 'stomach sisters,' right?" Sía joked as she felt Dan's cock go balls deep inside her juicy snatch.

"That's one way to put it, isn't it?" Freydís giggled now.

It was rather hilarious, after all. They were bound by a novel experience, very much so, and now they were sure that they would never leave this man's house. They were his and he was theirs... their man, just as they were his women. It was a perfect new life in a new society, run by a new regime. So far, at least things weren't worse than before the Mayhem under the Commonwealth, were they? There was law, order, and full employment... or at least fuller than before. There was even a sort of universal basic income in its primitive stages, a sort of social experiment likely to bear fruit.

It was a lot better than life in France or Italy these days, not to mention the UK right after Brexit. That was the present. Unlike in Iceland, the Commonwealth was in no danger of sinking beneath the sea. Maybe Iceland could join the Commonwealth someday and get a better seawall before it sank entirely. The improved ones on the Gulf Coast seemed to do well enough, did they not?

In any case, as Dan spilled his load inside one and then pulled out to spurt a couple of ropes into the other one, all seemed right with the world, at least as right as it could be. It wasn't ideal, but at least the new regime did its part to slow climate change and gave a damn about people like them and Dan. That was what happened when a government wasn't owned, lock, stock, and barrel, by Wall Street, wasn't it? The Manhattan Riots had helped bring an end to that insanity, along with the rest of the Mayhem.

Chapter 14

"Well, I think that we're done here. The courts have been restructured in Texas and we have placed them under the jurisdiction of our new Magistrates: Valerian Nicolescu, Dan Leland, Ramon Ortiz, Marcus Watkins, and Elizabeth Ibarra. Five Magistrates to govern the Lone Star State in place of the old Governor. It's certainly large enough for five chief executives like this. Dallas-Fort Worth to fall under Nicolescu, Houston-Galveston-Beaumont under Leland, San Antonio to Corpus Christi under Ibarra, El Paso to Brownsville under Ortiz, Amarillo to Austin under Watkins," Deputy Commissar William Hepburn concluded in the presence of his new appointees and his clerk, Annette Chambers.

"Where will you go after this?" Chambers wondered aloud.

"Further east. I have to get the South on a paying basis. They might not like that, being ordered around by a black man, let alone one with a Latin wife and a white concubine like you, but too fucking bad! By the way, I have it on good authority that we'll soon be able to take legal vows, you and I. When that happens, I'll really be hated for polygamy as well, at least by the Bible thumpers still preaching the 'one man-one woman' claptrap. Ask me if I fucking care, though! Ha!" Hepburn chuckled as he opened a can of his favorite classic soda, Jolt, which lately made a comeback.

"It's pretty clear that you don't care, babe, and I don't blame you one iota," Clarissa announced herself as she arrived to await her husband and their lover.

"No legislature, no governor, no sheriffs, all courts and administration controlled by five people throughout the state... or the former state which is still basically a region. People will still think of themselves as Texans for a good while, not to mention Americans, but in time, I guess that will change. Yeah, we'll be resented in some quarters for a good while, but so what? As the old adage states, 'oderint dum metuant.' Caligula's favorite phrase, but it works for us," Hepburn laughed now.

"Let them hate so long as they fear, right?" Annette immediately grasped the meaning of that saying, having studied Roman history more keenly under Hepburn's influence.

"Exactly, babe. As I said, in time, their resentments will fade. The American people are now at the same point that the Romans were at the end of the Republic, ready for Augustus and his Principate. Weary of all of the conflict, chaos, disintegration, poverty, etc. Same is true for Canadians, Brits, Australians, New Zealanders, etc. The days of democracy are done. Finished," Hepburn insisted.

"Western civilization has definitely turned a corner. If we're to avoid complete disaster, we need a good, strong, firm hand on the helm of the ship of state to prevent a shipwreck. We're not alone, of course. Look at France, Italy, etc. It's gonna be rough. Especially on Catholics, with Barbacia sticking his nose into Vatican politics. There will be an antipope before you know it," Clarissa smirked, "but that might not be such a bad thing. Time will tell."

"Temporal rulers haven't dared to meddle in Vatican business in such a direct fashion in a good while. Maybe it will turn out well, maybe not, but it's probably gonna weaken the Church in the long haul, not that I mind. There isn't a Christian sect in my view that isn't a bad influence on society. They're nothing but trouble in my experience.

"People talk smack about Jews all of the time, which is just bullshit, because I've never once had a rabbi knock on my door with pamphlets and religious tracts trying to scare me into converting to Judaism. You gotta respect a faith that basically wants only volunteers with the utmost sincerity and conviction. Huge contrast with evangelicals, Mormons, and Jehovah's Witnesses," Hepburn scoffed, quite understandably from his perspective.

"Well, on that note, I gotta go. I have an orgy waiting for me with my girls... and my brother's harem... and one helluva twink store clerk who wants to hook up with us," Dan Leland grinned as he prepared to depart.

Luckily, he was the local Magistrate and didn't have as far to go as the others. If anyone else realized who was in charge, so be it. If not, who cared? The office of Magistrate was his duty and his job. The rest of his life was all about pleasure and why not? He was a solid citizen and a community leader in a very real sense. He could kick back and have a good time on his own dime. The judges had all been installed for now. He could supervise them as necessary.

The rest of the time, well, he had plenty of love and money to give. Especially with those Icelandic ladies who eagerly serviced him. Yes, this was the life... Leviathan could have supreme authority. Dan Leland had just enough power for his own needs.

As he left the courthouse and fist-bumped his brother, David, Dan spotted Alycen and shrugged. David was such a romantic, giving her another chance, but at least he made her share him this time, even if it was mutual. And Dan was gonna love bedding every partner that both of them kept around.

And if it killed him, well, as the country song by Ray Kennedy once declared, "What a way to go!"