Ostnordia at War - chapter 1 of 3 - Sex Stories

Ostnordia at War - chapter 1 of 3

... played with. It had barely scratched the paint on my wing, but now there were a few bits of the drone and a long piece of aluminum foil stuck there.

Several of my group broke radio silence at the same time. “Knife three to lead, there are hundreds of targets on radar but there’s nothing there.” “Knife seven to knife one, I ran into a cloud of toy drones. What’s going on?” “Knife two. There are hundreds of drones all over the place, and they’re carrying long pieces of foil. What the fuck?”

I suddenly realized aloud, “Aluminum foil reflects radar! We won’t be stealthy anymore!” Just then most of the targets dropped off radar as the drones fell to the ground simultaneously. Only seconds later, there were many fast-moving targets on my screen. Again, it showed the number of them as ‘99’. The speed of one was Mach 4, telling me they were MISSILES!

DOZENS AND DOZENS OF MISSILES!

I yelled into my mic, “It’s a trap! Get the fuck out of here!” As I turned to the right the tail of my plane exploded, and I lost all control. The ‘FIRE’ and ‘MASTER WARN’ alarms both blared in my ears as I announced, “MAYDAY! Knife one hit! I’m going down! Knife one MAYDAY!” As a second missile blew off my left wing, I yanked the ‘Eject’ handles and blacked out.

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When I woke my memory was quite hazy. I still knew I was First Lieutenant Magda Mullins of Naval Aviation, Inc. I was very proud to fly for the only company that owned a pair of aircraft carriers. I sadly remembered my carrier, ...

... my home, had been sunk. I nearly cried remembering I was shot down during my first and probably only combat mission. I’d never be promoted to the highest ranks without some combat achievements. I’d never reach Admiral rank, maybe not even Captain! My career was as good as over!

Arvid Helmzen and his sons Hans and Arik were bearded and tall, very muscular, and very Nordic. They rescued me from the tree my parachute was tangled in. They carried me to their cabin and bandaged me up. When I woke they told me I had a piece of metal sticking out of my right leg, a broken right ankle, and a concussion. My headache and confusion, along with the bandage, splints, and pain in my lower leg confirmed it. I didn’t speak much of their language, but fortunately they knew some English. Most of the time they were quite nice. They helped me walk to the outhouse or kitchen, fed me, and generally took good care of me.

The exceptions were important and disturbing. When they helped me to the outhouse, they insisted on watching me pee or poop! It was terribly humiliating! Hans seemed to especially love watching me take a dump and jerked off as he saw the shit drop from my ass. He never hurt me, but I thought he was a serious freak.

Each night they took turns raping me, which was even worse! They weren’t ugly or dirty, but I didn’t want them. I didn’t even know them! The sense of helplessness was the worst part for me. Even as a child, I’d always been at least partly in control of my life, ...