Ostnordia at War - chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Ostnordia at War - chapter 2

... other one is only five." She pressed a button and yelled "DAMMIT! FUCK! SHIT!" then touched the earpiece again; "Affirmative. We're on the way, ETA thirty minutes. Over and out." She touched the button again. "Motherfucker! He's there! Fucking dammit!"

I wondered out loud, "What's wrong?"

She held her hand up and made a fist. Instead of hitting me, she screamed; "SHUT UP!"

When we finally got to our destination, she climbed out the front and one of the soldiers led each of us down the rear ramp by our bound wrists. The area looked like a severely damaged airport.

Three other soldiers stood by the back of a large truck, only a few steps away. The Captain said, "Get them in the truck. Hurry up! Load everything and go, before he gets here!"

The men helped me and my girls into the back, then carried boxes and bags of items from the troop carrier to the back of the truck, two men to a box or bag. From their grunting and groaning, I could tell a lot of it was very heavy, but the packages weren't large.

In the distance, we saw a white limousine approaching. She screamed, "NO! MOTH! ER! FUCK! ER!" She kicked the carrier's track repeatedly and hurt her foot. "AAAGGHH! OWWW! FUCK! FUCK!"

Two men were carrying another heavy box as the limousine pulled up. She shouted, "Ten-hut!" The soldiers dropped the box and I saw gold coins scatter as it hit the ground!

A white-haired man wearing a nice suit climbed out of the limo. He looked remarkably fit, for around 70. ...

... Since she was so upset about seeing him, I thought he must be very dangerous.

He quickly walked over to her, with a big smile on his face. "Sweetie! I'm so very happy to see you! I can't wait to hug my little Lambykins again! I love you so much! Give Gramps a kiss!" He held out his arms.

As we heard the extremely childish nickname "Lambykins", all six soldiers snorted, obviously trying to stifle their laughter.

Her face was five shades of red, as she kissed him on the cheek and gently refused the hug.

His expression changed from happy to disappointed. He asked, "Aren't you going to introduce me, Lambykins?

"Prisoners, this is VP of Operations, and my grandfather, Klaus Von Feldenheimer."

"And what are their names, Vireena?"

I wondered why I had never asked her name. I mused, "The scary mercenary Captain Vireena Von Feldenheimer, AKA Lambykins." I tried but couldn't fully stop a chuckle.

She grabbed my hair roughly. "Well, tell him!"

"Helga Garrensen, and my daughters are Elsie and Lena."

Klaus pointed to the gold on the ground. "I see you made it to the banks before they got there! Excellent! Excellent, indeed!" He kissed her cheek, making her blush again.

She took a slow step away from him as she replied, “Three of the four, one was destroyed.”

He smiled and walked forward to pat her shoulder. "Still, very well done. I have news about the position you wanted. They denied promoting you Major, but I see your great potential. I'm transferring ...