Chapter 1

Thanksgiving Day, 2010

The sounds coming from the bedroom were more than a little disturbing for Debbie Kendall, who had awakened to sneak a piece of pumpkin pie for herself when her kids weren't watching. She didn't want them to think that it was okay to secretly eat some dessert, too, just because she ate it. Apparently, however, there were other issues to handle, as she discovered rather abruptly.

Debbie opened Shannon's bedroom door to find her teenage daughter in the middle of riding her own brother, Matt Kendall, in the cowgirl position. Her smooth, naked ass glistened with the sweat of her enthusiastic act of incest. In spite of her sense of righteous indignation, Mrs. Kendall paused to admire Shannon's creamy buns before shaking herself out of such improper thoughts and walking into the room to stop them.

"Matthew Stephen Kendall, Shannon Amber Kendall, both of you, stop at once!" she demanded, trying to cover up her lust with anger.

"Mom, if you want to make it a threesome, just say so!" Matt teased his mother, not a bit afraid of her since joining the Militia.

His confidence and aggression had grown considerably after a few battles. He was also much more worldly and open-minded than in his fundamentalist youth. He had learned that there was more to the world than what he had heard in his mother's church. Shannon, meanwhile, had spent a lot of time at his new place, helping him unpack, and had ended up giving her virginity to him after a long, sweaty day of chores and the shower that followed. They had been intimate ever since, sneaking around until getting caught tonight. That was more for Shannon's sake than Matt's, since Debbie couldn't punish him.

"Don't you dare proposition me, you disgusting deviant! You're not my son anymore! Get out of my house! Leave now and don't return! You're going to hell, you sicko! Leave your sister alone!" she shouted at her son, truly incensed at even the suggestion that she might want to fornicate with her own flesh and blood, although her pussy was damp at the idea.

"Oh, I'll leave alright, but I will be back. I'm coming back for Shannon, to get her out of this stupid house with its dumb-ass rules. If you think that you can stop me, think again. I'm a man now, and she's my woman. I love her and I plan to grow old with her, have babies and raise them together. If you weren't so damn stubborn, you could live with us and be our lover as well as our mother. That would be perfect, if you ask me. We could all live quite happily together. Even now, as much as you've cursed me, I wouldn't mind it, though you clearly would. Bye for now, Mom. I'll have the last laugh, however," Matt stood his ground, walking out, but not before planting one last kiss on Shannon's lips.

Shannon, while terrified of her mother, kissed her brother back eagerly and included enough tongue to truly enrage Debbie. She knew that she would be seriously punished, but she refused to deny herself one last soul kiss. She was very much in love with Matt and didn't care what that meant for her. If she was grounded for life, Matt would somehow get her out of it, anyway. Her big brother could do anything. She believed that strongly in him.

"You're gonna get it, missy. You'll be lucky if you ever get to do anything but chores and homework, young lady. Bad enough to have pre-marital sex, but worse still to commit incest with your own brother! How long have you been doing this?" Debbie demanded.

"Since he moved into his new house and I helped him unpack! I got all dirty and sweaty, and he let me use his shower, and one thing led to another... ," Shannon trailed off as she remembered her first time fondly.

"Spare me the sordid details of your first time being a slut! Get dressed and go to sleep! I'll make sure that you suffer badly enough in the morning, you little tramp!" Debbie barked angrily at her daughter.

"Oh, just spank me and get it over with! Matt's right, you wanted to fuck both of us! You should have done that instead of kicking him out!" Shannon challenged her mother.

"Watch your mouth, you little whore! Now, put your clothes on and go to bed!" Debbie slammed the door closed and went downstairs to the kitchen, where she shoveled half a pie into her mouth to console herself over such a disgusting episode as what just happened.

My own kids, having sex with each other! Tom, if you were only still around! Where are you? Are you really dead or did you end up in another part of the country? If you could see it, my kids fornicating and even trying to seduce me! Oh, you and I didn't raise them to be so lewd and lascivious. What would you say about that?

The last thing that Debbie remembered from that night was occasionally dozing on the sofa in front of the TV, watching a blue movie from pay-per-view. If her daughter realized just how secretly nasty her fantasies were, she would be truly astonished. Debbie often yearned to be spanked herself and tied up by an aggressive man or woman ... or couple. This soft-core program was actually kind of tame by comparison with her kinky desires, but it was the best she could manage under the circumstances.

When Debbie awoke, her hands were sticky with her juices from molesting herself, and she had to rush to the bathroom to wash away the evidence. She just hoped that no one saw her masturbate to that dirty film. She had that morning off, too, being a schoolteacher, so she rushed through a breakfast of leftover Stove-Top stuffing and a turkey sandwich that even she had to admit was lackluster (she hadn't really done well with cooking since Tom had disappeared, not having her heart in it). She washed it down with some sweet tea that Shannon had made (she had to confess that her daughter was very good at making that).

None of that mattered. She had to get showered and dressed for Black Friday, which was thankfully not as crazy as it used to be, due to the collapse of the global economy. Things were very local now, which meant few sales and fewer options. Then she had to get her rebellious daughter up and dressed as well, since she would need plenty of help carrying the Christmas presents into the house and pushing the cart through the local Saul-Mart (a regional vestige of the now defunct Wal-Mart, run by Saul Levinson, a former district manager- the rhyme with the old name was deliberate, of course).

Debbie and Shannon grudgingly worked their way through the Saul-Mart and other places, grabbing as many bargains as they could find, before showing up exhausted at the door of their house. They were quite shocked and alarmed to discover that it was unlocked. Walking nervously inside, Debbie suddenly felt cold, carbon steel pressed against the small of her back and saw the pistols and rifles brandished by the militiamen. It was the second time armed and uniformed men had broken into her home, and she was naturally terrified.

"So, this is the schoolteacher, huh? Hey, I think I remember going to your classes, hon. Mrs. Kendall, right? Word has it that your old man was grabbed by the Commies and put out of his misery. Must be lonely, living alone with just your little princess here. She's your spitting image, I think. Pretty thing, that one. I think that we can make do with her. Wonder if she's a virgin, not that I care. They're all the same with the lights off, citizen. How about it? Want us to take her off your hands? Won't have to shelter the ungrateful little slut again, will ya? You can have one less mouth to feed, can date again. How does that grab ya?" Corporal Arthur Delaney chuckled as he confronted his old English teacher, whom he had secretly wanted to fuck for years.

"No, that's not right! Don't take her away! She's my daughter and you can't have your way with her! Leave us alone, sir!" Debbie demanded, though part of her was a bit wet at the idea of being taken, which made her fear it even more. The last thing that she wanted was to become someone's wanton slut for the rest of her life ... and yet she had fantasized about it for years.

"Very well, then. We'll use you instead. Bet you'll be a sweet piece of ass. Ever taken it in the rear, ma'am? I don't know about the others, but I'm definitely 'hot for teacher' right now. Can't promise to be gentle, even if it's your first time, but I imagine you'll like it. I can smell your wet cunt from here, bitch," another soldier, Private Owen Magnum, nicknamed "Magnum Load", suggested the alternative.

"Or we can just grab both of 'em. That works for me. A two-for-one special. Two sexy blondes. We can even make 'em eat each other, the sluts. A mother-daughter deal, if you will," Private Joe Watson made it even worse.

By now, Debbie was truly white with terror, realizing that she could well be gang-raped. Since they were Militia, soldiers of the new regime in this part of the country, she would have no legal recourse, either, she assumed. Her panties were wet with more than just her pussy juice. She had pissed herself as she considered the dangers to herself. She couldn't dare to let others know what a slut she yearned to be. Better that one of them got fucked than both, and the little hussy had been putting out for her own brother, no less! Let her learn what men like Matt really wanted from her. She might well run back to the church, given time. The naughty little whore had been teasing her for a year with her sweet body, after all. Best to remove that temptation as well, Debbie rationalized, thinking that the little tramp had it coming.

"Okay, fine, take the little bitch. She needs to learn that sex isn't always fun and games, anyway. I told her there would be a punishment for whoring around, I just didn't think it would be this. Go with the men, you little slut, and find out what your brother is really like. I bet he rapes girls, too. Maybe a little pain will teach you a lesson about putting out for your own brother!" Debbie finally agreed, eager to get them out of her house, so she could shower and wash off the embarrassing fluids, "Happy now? Take your little slut and get out of my house!"

Shannon couldn't believe her ears, as her own righteous mother sold her out to strange men who had already announced their intention to gang-rape her. This was the same woman who last night had chewed her out for fucking her brother, and yet she had the temerity to let guys far worse than Matt do even more shocking things than that to her. Compared to what her mom had volunteered her for, a little consensual incest was hardly a federal case. Now she would be forced into God alone (did He even exist) knew what kind of situations and activities.

Her tears streamed down her face, as she complied with the militiamen, rather than look at a woman who had claimed to love her and then betrayed her so callously, with such harsh words on top of it. Blaming her for what was about to happen to her, to boot? How cruel could she be?

"Please don't be mean! I'll fuck you, I promise! I have no choice but to do what you want, but don't hurt me, please! Just use me as you want and then take me to my brother's. I promise I won't say a word to anyone. I swear to God I won't even tell my brother!" Shannon pleaded with the men, truly afraid, as she got into their van.

"Oh, not to worry, miss. You'll be fine. Can't say the same for your old lady. Seems she's in for a rough night, sweetie. Oh, don't get me wrong. I'd fuck you in a New York minute, normally, but I'd never rape the sister of Private Matt Kendall. He's our friend and comrade. We're not gonna harm the girl who matters most to him. Besides, it wasn't part of the plan. We're to take you home unscathed, missy.