Stranded in Siberia
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Chapter 1
Thriller Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A crew of an American strategic bomber navigate the wilds of Siberia after civilization is annihilated in global nuclear war
Caution: This Thriller Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Coercion Consensual Reluctant Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Military Post Apocalypse BDSM MaleDom Group Sex Harem Orgy Polygamy/Polyamory Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Public Sex
“Range to primary target” I hear Major Blackwell’s tense voice in my ear.
“Range 2000 kilometers to primary target. Furthest secondary target now at 2350 kilometers. All targets in range.” Replies First Lieutenant Jackson, our offensive weapons officer. “Ready to launch”
The air in the cockpit seems to still as we all wait for the order, the one we never thought we would hear, the one that didn’t seem possible even as we penetrated Russian airspace laden with weapons that our aircraft had been rapidly retrofitted over the past few weeks to once again be capable of carrying. The plane continues to jink up and down over the vast Siberian tundra as its autopilot maintains a constant height above the ground. In a strained voice Major Blackwell gives the order.
“Launch on all targets” Immediately Lt Jackson begins the process. She flips the safety up on all the launch switches and methodically flips them all to the fire position. As she does we feel the shudder of the nuclear-tipped AGM-86B cruise missiles leaving their mounts and watch as they leap forward and accelerate ahead of us on their apocalyptic journey. As the last missile launches I hear a sob over the intercom. First Lieutenant Jing’s tearful reaction fills our headsets until Major Blackwell mutes her. “Maintain your composure. We still have to survive this somehow. Captain Ridge, turn to heading 060 and ascend to 3000 feet”
“Yes ma’am” I reply and begin the process of turning the incredibly fast moving aircraft to a nearly reciprocal heading and bringing us up from our terrifyingly low altitude of 300 feet. As we ascend I see a streak of smoke out of the corner of my eye.
“SMOKE SMOKE SMOKE 9 O’CLOCK” I scream into the headset. I see Lt Jing’s belated reaction out of the corner of my eye as she recovers from her sobbing and scrabbles to launch countermeasures. I pull hard to the right and up, trying to evade but knowing I don’t have the speed or altitude to do much but watch it all unfold. Flares stream out of the bottom of the aircraft as the missile lock tone screams in our ears. All of a sudden I hear a horrible explosion followed by what sounds for all the world like paper being ripped. I stabilize our course, now at 2000 feet and tearing along on a 030 heading.
“Damage?” Asks Major Blackwell calmly.
“Rapid loss of fuel in left fuel tanks ma’am” replies Lt Jing.
“Dan, get us out of here as fast as you can. Mikayla, calculate our operational range with only right side fuel tanks”