Ostnordia at War - chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Ostnordia at War - chapter 2

... 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 ...