1. Ostnordia at War - chapter 3


    Date: 10/30/2023, Categories: Fiction Blowjob First Time Incest Teen Male / Female Violence Author: Limnophile, Source: sexstories.com 

    ... rifle would hurt a tank, and a hundred or more versus three was unlikely to end well for us.

We grabbed the things we had prepared and ran out the back door. We threw on our packs, slung our rifles, and skied away as fast as we could. We made it half a kilometer before they got to the cabin and started shooting in our direction.

They were bad shots, firing at least fifty times before Lars yelled. I stopped to look and saw he had been hit in the left arm. I turned back to help but he yelled, “GO! Keep going!” I was emotionally torn and paused to decide. Lars was hit again, this time in the back. I heard a terrible gurgling noise as he coughed out a lot of blood, then fell over into the deep snow.

Anika led me away. We skied across a frozen river, knowing all but the lightest vehicles wouldn’t be able to follow. Even men on foot might break the ice. I’d love to see one of their tanks try to drive through bone-chilling water ten meters deep! We went another eight or nine kilometers, mostly downhill. We crossed the river again, then switched from skis to snowshoes and climbed uphill. After several more kilometers, we reached a small clearing deep in the woods.

As the sun started to go down we dug a snow cave, like Great-grandmother had taught father, and he had taught us when we were small children. We had a meal of crackers, sausage, and dried fruit. The temperature was -25c outside, but in our cave it was only slightly below freezing. To natives of Northern ...
    ... Ostnordia, that’s almost comfortable.

As usual, we spread out a plastic tarp on the snowy bottom of the cave, then a thin foam pad, our other tarp, then our second bedroll atop it. It was vital to reduce the amount of heat lost to the ground. The final layer below us would be a wool blanket. We had another wool blanket and a sheet of thin plastic we would cover ourselves with, to keep any drips from melting snow off. That was enough to keep us warm, if we wore our parkas and other clothes while we slept.

In the morning Anika still agreed, we were going to make the Corporates pay for what they did. They took half our family away, and we wanted revenge. She said we needed help and more information about what they were doing. We’d ski to the Soviet border and ask the Russians to help us. With their renewed dedication to socialism, we were sure they would at least give us jobs and a place to live while we prepared to fight back.

We had a few handfuls of trail mix for breakfast, then headed out. The closest Russian town was 200km from home, which would take us five or six good days of skiing. We had food for eight days and I wasn’t worried about the weather. The more snow fell or blew around, the easier it would be for us to hide.

Last January my older brother Lars and I had gotten lost and spent a week in the wild. Hunting and fishing were unreliable during Winter, and we went hungry a few days. It wasn’t fun but easily survivable, since we knew what we were doing. The truly ...
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