1. Ostnordia at War - chapter 1 of 3


    Date: 11/30/2023, Categories: Fiction Male Domination, Males / Female, Rape Slavery, Author: Limnophile 

    ... prepare to abandon ship! Launch the boats!”

I told my flight over the radio, “Knife flight alternate airfields are Tromso, Norway or Juska… Juskasja... the ‘J’ one in Sweden nobody can pronounce.” That got a few nervous giggles. “Do your best to get back to one of our carriers, though. If you land in a neutral country, you’ll be interned until the war is over.”

A crewman hooked the catapult sled to my jet’s forward landing gear and the ship slowly tilted even farther to the left. I held the brakes down, wound both engines up to full power, then kicked in the afterburner. The shooter gave me the ‘Ready’ signal and saluted. I saluted him back, then got ready for the powerful rush of Gs. He gave the classic ‘pistol’ sign with his gloved hand, then moved his thumb to order my launch.

As I started moving there was another explosion and I saw a large spray of water in my left peripheral vision. I was thrust back into my seat, but not as strongly as usual. I was instinctively relieved the G force wasn’t as intense as expected, but worried at the same time. Something was wrong. It was a cold shot! The catapult delivered less energy and speed than a normal launch. I felt my rear tires hit the tip of a wave as I barely made it into the air! One meter lower, and I would have been swimming in the Arctic Ocean, instead of flying!

We grouped up and headed for our target at nearly Mach one, only 20 meters above the sea. Over the radio I heard the carrier had been hit again, then ...
    ... lost steam and electrical power as a magazine exploded. I was the last pilot to leave the ship in a plane instead of a life raft.

Our mighty ship slowly fell beneath the waves. Due to the organized abandonment, only thirty four were lost. Over three thousand were saved. The enemy had also sunk a frigate. Years later I heard it had taken three enemy submarines working together to do it. Our ASW helos had sunk two of them. One of our subs had torpedoed the last, but too late.

I remembered that several years ago Ostnordia had bought around a thousand radar-guided missiles. Since the missiles were the last generation and over 20 years old, and we flew the latest stealth strike-fighters, they wouldn’t be a problem. We wouldn’t reflect any radio signal for them to home in on.

As we crossed the beach and climbed above the mountains, my computer displayed the impossible. There were HUNDREDS of aircraft ahead! It showed the number of targets as ‘99’, the most it could keep track of, but there were obviously many more. I was surprised and confused. I knew the whole Ostnordia Air Force only had about 30 fighter jets, and wondered what the Hell was going on.

I scanned the sky and only saw tiny dots far in the distance, though radar reported many of them were less than a kilometer from me. I saw a few sparkly reflections in the sky. I felt and heard a THUMP as I collided with something small. I looked at my left wing and saw I had run into a remote-controlled drone, like kids ...
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