Ostnordia at War – chapter 2 by Limnophile
Dive into chapter 2 of “Ostnordia at War” by Limnophile, where passion and conflict collide in a gripping tale of desire, adventure, and love amidst the chaos of war. Join our protagonists as they navigate their feelings and face the challenges that test their bond. Don’t miss this captivating gay sex story that promises to ignite your imagination!
A Mom and her barely-adult daughters are captured and enslaved.
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Ostnordia at War
Chapter 2 – Slaves to Lambykins
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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.
A soldier was 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. 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.”