Chapter 1: Slaves to Lambykins

This story takes place close to modern day on an alternate Earth. The US Corporate party won control of nearly all major elected offices. That’s the only change it took, to lead the world to the brink of Hell.

The heavily slanted courts decided that since Corporations are people, they should control all the votes of the people who work for them. This was rationalized as fair, since the Corporations supported their workers financially.

Using their large number of votes, Corporations got the anti-slavery amendment modified slightly, so that slavery became illegal, except as punishment for a crime or unpaid debts. At first, this seemed like relatively minor change, but over a hundred million people would become slaves with the stroke of a President’s pen. Their votes would go to the wealthy people or Corporations that owned them. Actual democracy was finished.

The military-industrial complex decided exporting this type of twisted democracy was a great plan, and initiated the overthrow of many small nations. The population of the defeated countries became responsible for the debts owed by their destroyed governments and were thusly enslaved.

The Corporations are trying to gain control of the United Nations and change international law to suit themselves. Very ironically, Communist China and Restored Soviet Russia are the main things standing in the way of the total oppression of the world. Large parts of Africa and South America are trying to assist, but are under attack themselves.

Ostnordia is a fictional nation in Europe, the newest target of the Corporations. These are the stories of her determined but unfortunate people.

I huddled in the wrecked shell of a fast-food place in the capitol with my two daughters, 18-year old Lena and 19-year-old Elsie. The flower shop and bank across the street hadn’t fared nearly as well, being pulverized by heavy artillery. Even the bank’s vault had been obliterated by a few direct hits.

With all the dust, soot, and dirt, it was hard to tell my daughters’ hair had been blonde; like mine was before all the death, destruction, and filth. Two of the restaurant’s walls and a third of the roof were still intact, and the stainless-steel sinks in the kitchen had collected the last night’s rain. At least we’d have water for a few days. When we found the place, all the food had been stolen or destroyed, other than a dozen two-kilo bags of uncooked French fries, which were starting to go bad.

The three of us ate a lot of the fries in the last two days. When we found them, we were thankful for our first food in nearly a week, but I wasn’t sure if we should risk eating them anymore. We were also getting very bored with just the uncooked potatoes. I opened a bag and took a sniff. The odor told me they were closer to being vodka than vegetables. I checked three more, with the same results. I reluctantly threw them across the street, to lure any animals away from us. I didn’t see anything new as I walked back to our hiding place in the doorless walk-in cooler.

My husband was recalled for Ostnordia Reserve Army duty a month earlier. A week after he left, our apartment building was set on fire by a rocket, and further bombardment destroyed most of the city. We hadn’t seen any other people since an enemy tank rolled through after the attack. I worried a lot about what we were going to do. Elsie injured her ankle when she stepped in a hole, and Lena and I were just plain malnourished and tired. I could help Elsie hobble a few blocks, but there was no way we would get far.

My girls were thin, far too thin. I counted in my head and realized we had only eaten five times in the last three weeks, other than the overabundance of fries. I looked at myself and saw I was a skeleton with skin. I weighed maybe 42 kilos, instead of what my husband called my “Fit and foxy 55”. I had scouted a five-block radius the day before, and the closest thing I found to food was a decaying dog on the cratered ruins of a street. I started crying in desperation. I tried to stay quiet so I wouldn’t wake the girls. I saw the inevitable. We were going to die, by starvation or some other way. I hoped they wouldn’t suffer much more.

I felt an urgent pressure in my lower abdomen, and ran to our bathroom spot half a block away. I barely made it there, and slid my pants and panties down, before a gush of disgusting liquid squirted from my butt. I saw what looked like tomato soup. NO! There was lots of blood in it! I double checked and made sure it wasn’t a period. It was blood and had definitely come from my bottom! I had cholera, or something like it. I cried intensely. NO! I couldn’t die and leave them all alone! My poor kids!

I heard a quiet rumbling noise which quickly got louder. I wiped myself with a sock. The foot the sock belonged to was probably buried in the demolished building somewhere. The rumbling got very loud, as I ran back to my girls. As I turned the corner, I saw what my husband once told me was a troop carrier. It looked a lot like a tank, but the gun on top wasn’t as big. I saw it stop and a moment later a ramp dropped down from the rear of the massive vehicle.

Two soldiers walked out the back and two more climbed out the top near the front. I didn’t recognize the uniforms. The camouflage pattern was odd, mostly gray and black splotches, with a few small bits of bright green. I didn’t think they were with the Ostnordia military, or any of our enemies. They wore helmets with gas masks, heavy duty boots, and black gloves. They almost looked robotic, instead of human. I thought it was odd that only one of the four carried a long gun, and the others had pistols. One had a sword!

I wondered, ‘A sword? Didn’t armies stop using those a century ago?’

The one with the sword used it to poke a bag of the rotten fries, then returned to looking around. I peeked around the corner of a wall and saw two of them moving toward the girls! Hopefully they would stay still and remain hidden. I bit a finger, silently praying they wouldn’t be found.

I saw a soldier carrying Elsie over his shoulder as she yelled, “HELP! MOMMA! HELP!”

The other one led Lena by the hand! I lost my mind a moment and ran toward them. “NO! NO! DON’T YOU HURT MY KIDS!”

One near the vehicle pointed a pistol at me, yelling, “STOP! HANDS UP!” I grabbed a piece of wood and ran toward him, planning to club him across the face.

I felt a searing pain in my belly as he shot me! I fell to the ground, crying and expecting to die. The pain quickly faded, and the soldier pulled a dart and thin wire from my stomach, once he bound my hands with plastic ties. They sat us on the ground by one of the vehicle’s tracks.

From the one carrying a sword, a very distorted but loud voice asked; “Who are you?”

I coughed a little and replied, “Helga, Helga Garrensen. Please don’t hurt my kids?”

“Why are you here?”

It sounded like a very stupid question. “We used to live over there.” I nodded toward the ruins of the apartment building.

She took off her gas mask and helmet and rested a hand on the sword handle. She looked about 30, ten years younger than I was. She had curly red hair and deep brown eyes. I thought her face was pretty, with a small nose and shiny pink lip gloss. I noticed her makeup was done very well. I could never get the corners of my eyes quite right, but hers were perfect. I was surprised, since I thought soldiers weren’t allowed to wear makeup. I was curious why she would even want to.

She led me inside the vehicle and closed the doors. In a much more natural voice than before, she offered; “I have a deal for you.” She held out two plastic pouches, military meals. “The three of you look like you’re hungry, and your daughter hurt her leg. Please don’t be shocked when I ask this. Will you lick my pussy for a meal and a trip to a medic?” She set them down and put a hand on her belt buckle.

I’d never been with a woman, and I’d never felt any desire to. But there was a sliver of hope now. We might survive! The idea of touching another woman in a sexual way disgusted me, but I’d do it to save my kids. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks, as I nodded. I croaked, “Ok.”

She cut the ties on my hands and dropped her pants. “Have a seat and get busy.” She slid her panties down, and I saw another female’s private parts for the first time since I changed my kids’ diapers, all those years ago. Her vulva had a slight aroma like vinegar and fish, similar to mine. With my mouth one hand away from her feminine orifice, I rested my fingers on each of her upper thighs and paused. I wasn’t sure what to do, and I really didn’t want to. She chuckled and playfully said, “It’s not going to bite you. Relax, and have a taste.”

I reluctantly stuck my tongue out and licked from the bottom of her slit to the top. I didn’t enjoy the flavor, but it wasn’t as terrible as I expected. I felt my stomach turn a bit, as I thought about what I was doing. It was a sin and seemed very unnatural. Before the war, I never would have imagined I’d sell my dignity and self-respect, for just some food and a ride. I really had no choice.

She gently lifted my chin and looked in my eyes. “It’ll be easier if I show you how good it feels. Stand up and let me undress you.” She smiled as I stood, then unbuttoned my shirt. She squeezed my flaccid, saggy breasts through my bra, and said, “Those have seen better days, but some food will help.” She passed me a cookie, and I stuffed the whole thing in my mouth. SUGAR! CHOCOLATE! YES!

“Hold the rail there, so you can keep your balance.”

I closed my eyes and imagined it was my husband sliding my pants down, then my underwear. I felt his ... actually her ... hands on my hips. He’d never been so gentle or patient. Usually, he shoved my legs apart and just stuffed himself in. This was kinder and more relaxed. The soft hands slid up and down the inside of my thighs, caressing them. Fingers tickled the lower part of my belly, then moved down, and tickled around my outer labia.

Gently, two fingers pulled me open, and a tongue slowly licked my inner lips. My husband would have been half-done by now, grunting as he thrust into me, but I was only beginning to get aroused. I felt a tickle in my nipples.

After another minute or two, my body was betraying me by responding to her slippery, light touch. I felt something nice slide into me, as her rough tongue massaged me just below my clit. A second finger slipped in, not quite filling me, but giving a pleasant, rubbing pressure on the inside of my vagina. As her tongue slowly slid up my clit, I moaned involuntarily; “Mmmmm. Yeah.”

My husband would have cum about then. He would have rolled off me, leaving me to finish myself if I wanted a climax. He liked watching me masturbate, but I hated that he didn’t want to help, and didn’t seem to care if I got off or not.

I did miss his dick. It wasn’t too impressive, but it was a dick. Somehow, in a strange way, her mouth felt much better. Another finger lightly tickled my asshole, as the pressure of the tongue licking my clit slowly increased. I was close, SO CLOSE! “Oooh! Yeah!”.

The fingers moved in and out of me, faster and faster, as the tongue pushed on my button. I exploded, as the tip of a finger went slightly into my anus. “UNGH! YU! YU! AH! EEEEEEE!” I felt liquid burst out, as I climaxed and my pelvis spasmed. I panted, struggling for oxygen. It was the best orgasm of my life, by far. I was terribly ashamed that a woman had given it to me.

As she stood, I wrapped my arms around her, then reflexively kissed her lips. I tasted my juice on her but didn’t care. I sucked her upper lip into my mouth, then her tongue. I practically screamed, “THANK YOU! That was amazing!” I glanced and saw her shirt was wet. “Sorry! So sorry!”

She asked, “Sorry about what? You squirted! That’s the strongest cum I’ve seen in a long time.”

“Squirted? I heard about that, but thought it was fake. It really felt like peeing.”

She chuckled a little and shook her head. “Two kids, but you haven’t had any good sex? That’s sad.”

She touched an earpiece in her ear, saying; “Affirmative. We’ll be underway in two minutes.”

I was disgusted, but my body felt better than it had in a very long time. I was terribly conflicted. I wanted more but was ashamed that I did.

She handed me my jeans and panties, saying; “Get dressed. Quick!”

As I was sliding them on, I saw the ramp tilt down. The girls were sitting in two of the soldiers’ laps, eating cookies as the men felt their bodies! They were molesting my kids!

The woman yelled, “Hostiles en route! Mount up and get us out of here!”

They helped the girls inside, then the big engine roared as the ramp closed. We held on for dear life, as the metal box on tracks rocked and bounced. It ponderously rolled over rubble, trees, and what sounded like a few cars.

It was terribly loud, roaring and clanking, rocking and bouncing, for what seemed like hours. The woman returned from the front and told us, “We’ll blow the bridge behind us, then we’re safe.”

We stopped for several minutes, then started moving again. We heard a tremendous “BANG!”. After maybe an hour, we stopped again. The ramp lowered and the redhead told me and the soldiers, “A chopper will bring us fuel in two hours. The sun’s setting, and we’re concealed in the woods. No hostiles for thirty clicks. Let’s get back to what we were doing.”

I restrained myself, as the three soldiers carried my girls outside. Instead of screaming obscenities, like I wanted to, I pleaded; “My kids are good girls, virgins! Don’t hurt them! Please?” They were 18 and 19, but ‘kids’ to me.

One of them smiled as he said, “Don’t worry. They’ll do a better job if they feel good too.” He pressed a button and the ramp closed again.

As she stripped the woman told me, “They might get a mouthful of cream, and their little boobs and butts kissed, but my band of merry perverts won’t hurt them. Speaking of kissing, you need to finish something.”

She licked her lips, then mine. As she unbuttoned my fly, she looked in my eyes, saying; “Just lay down, and do what I do.”

My husband was a sergeant. I noticed the double yellow bars on her jacket as she set it on the floor. I asked, “Captain’s bars? You’re a captain?”

She sounded annoyed as she sighed. “At least until we get back. Now lay down and get licking.”

She laid on top of me, kissing my thighs, with her pussy almost touching my mouth. I kissed, licked, and sucked her, in time with her motions. I didn’t mind the taste or smell so much, and she was bringing joy to everything between my navel and my knees. I was close to another orgasm, as hers began. Her hips bucked and rocked, and she firmly rubbed her clit on my chin. “AH! AH! YEAH! UUUUUGGGGHHH!”

As soon as she finished, she went back to licking me, and stuffed in two fingers. I quickly climaxed again but didn’t spray that time. Again, I felt great, but terribly ashamed. I slid my fingers in and out as I licked and sucked her. Before long, she had another climax. “UUUUR! Yeah!”