Erotica written for my boyfriend, actually. It was going to be a series, but I'm not really sure I'm wanting to work on it. If I get nudged in the right direction I might write new chapters. I haven't really been inspired to do so.

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Warnings are for non-consent (reluctance) sexual content, language and some violence. I don't think you would expect otherwise. IF you find this elsewhere, (which somehow happened with my older things, no matter how shitty they were. Which they really were.) please tell me somehow. Email, myspace, whatever.

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I can't remember how long ago this war started.

I know it's been at least 10, maybe even 13 years...

But all I know is that I hate being caught in the middle of this.

America is a horrible place to live right now, but even if I moved anywhere else the effects of the war would still be eminent. It's like another World War, everyone has taken arms and sides. You're either for Germany, or the U.S. Our country doesn't have a lot of support, because of the all the secrets currently being exposed by the European newspapers. Experimentation on Children, Nuclear Spills, Bio-tech Warfare, Conspiracy Theories Come To Light. These have been the current headlines of every magazine, newspaper, and occult output. Even the citizens are outraged, by the things that have been dug up. When forces turn against there own country, when nothing is united, that's when you know the end is truly near.

All the men have been shipped off to war. Not as if I had a "man" before anyways, but still, you need sexual gratification. It's a buyers market for lesbians. Except for the men in Washington, it seems like truly all of them are gone, except for the smallest toddlers. In a sense pedophilla, is also rampant.

The major dominating religion is still Christianity, but slowly things are dwindling for them. Women preachers telling the females to not turn to the same sex for a relationship. But what else is there? Everyone needs comfort. Praising the Government, and that idiot of a president, for persisting in their efforts. Why don't they see nothing is being gained? Everyone is almost gone. The battles keep getting worse. Without men left to defend the cities, most are destroyed. We all hide in small underground shelters, waiting to be taken back to Germany or whatever happens to the ones who are captured during the battles.

We all expect the worst, because in our eyes, those who have lost hope, it's the best that can happen.

Part 1

It's night again.

This small cellar gets damp at night. I guess dew must be falling outside and soaking into the ground. I wish I could see outside right now.

Before when I felt hopeless, I would look towards the night sky, counting falling stars, seeing which were the best to make wishes on.

Right before we went underground, because we heard they were on their way, I made a wish on the biggest brightest star there was.

"I hope those bastards in Washington die."

"Kitten?", a voice said interrupting my reminiscing.

I looked over and saw Mari-chan. She was propped against the door, and her long crimson hair covered her usually bright eyes.

"Mari-chan? What is it?", I said calmly.

She looked up at me, and I could see the tears in her eyes starting to fall.

"How much longer do you think it will be? What will they do to us once they capture us?" she said her voice slightly shaky.

Sighing in repose, I spoke as I usually did, "You don't know they're coming Mari-chan. It's just speculation that there was a sleeper OP in this area. This is just a precaution. We're not going to fall into their hands like the other cities did."

Her eyes began to weep, as she shakily responded.

"They're u-usually right about these k-kinds of things y-you know?"

I kept my calamity and smiling, began to walk towards her. She began to cry even harder as I held her close against my chest.

"Nothing bad will happen. You just have to keep your head on straight."

She began to let up a bit with her sobbing.

"But haven't you heard the stories about what they do to you if they capture you? Aren't you the least bit afraid?"

"I try not to pay much attention to those sorts of stories that have no factuality."

"But! I heard that the news posted this in the Times. About how they're taking all the American females and putting them into some sort of slavery."

I wasn't surprised. I wasn't even taken a back. Maybe slightly more afraid of what would become of me. But I had to put on a strong front for Mari-chan.

Laughing, I spoke.

"Who did you hear that from? That group of crazy foreigners who's plane couldn't leave the country?"

"You mean Satsu, Tomoko, and Sachiko? Yeah why?"

Sighing once again, I rolled my eyes at my poor gullible friend.

"Like I said crazy. There's nothing posted in the news like that, but there's no need to worry even if there was. They're not coming for us. They wouldn't even be able to find us down here."

The door busted open...

I spoke too soon.

Two dozen or more men began to pour into our small rut. Their screaming in broken English and German, made my head spin. It was mixing in with the screaming from the women, and a frenzy began, people running left and right. It was like a game of tag... the soldiers were knocking people out left and right. I feel my legs frozen to their spot on the ground. Mari-chan breaks away from me and makes a run for the hatch. As, she blends in with everyone else, my sight begins to blur... there's a funny smell about the air...

It... must be some sort... of sleeping...

A numb hazy feeling drifted over me as I slowly began to open my eyes. They felt as heavy as lead, and sore. It felt as if I had taken a 100 year nap.

I finally got my eyes open, taking a couple of minutes to adjust them to take in my sights.

I have no clue where the hell I am.

The walls are bare, except for the tinges of rust, sparkled like dust, along with what could possibly be old, dried up blood.

My eyes hit home on a small combination of a sink/toilet. It looked quite new, in contrast to all of the other items, which could have been from WWII. Speaking of the other things, there was a crude bed which looked to be made of concrete... a shabby olive green blanket, and a dead rat. Lovely.

The bars on the door were covered in rust, and the light was less than accommodating. It was barely there at all, as it shone through the three bared window. I tried my best to stand up, stumbling over toward the window.

There were a few trees, a barbwire fence, and a clouded over sky. It looks as if it start storming at any second. A flash of lightning in the foreground, furthers my theory.

I wonder if I got the room with a view?

This has to be a bunker of some sort. But where am I?

Walking up to the bars on the old door, I peer outside and see nothing else.

"So, I guess this is how the German's version of hospitality goes," I whisper under my breath.

I feel more hopeless than before. Plopping down on to the cold floor I notice, that I can actually feel the floor.

It hits me suddenly.

These aren't my clothes that I was wearing.

I notice a puddle of water forming from a pipe adorning the ceiling and stride over to it. It's the best mirror I have right now. Looking down into it's wavering reflection, I'm taken aback with surprise.

I'm wearing a pair of very low cut, black shorts, a small bright blue tank top, and seemingly the underwear I had before. At least their outfits weren't that drab. And they left me with somewhat my dignity. I bend down further to look at my face, and I notice a couple of bruises on my neck. My hair is down and scraggly, and I otherwise look as I did before.

Furthering myself away from my dirty, shaky, mirror, I once more drop to the ground. I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe they changed my clothes... what's next, I wonder? Torture? Execution? My mind spins with all these thoughts, and I somewhat wish they would drug me again, so that I could stop thinking about it all. Where's Mari-chan and the others? Why am I the only, seemingly, here? What will they do with me? When will I get to eat?

Tears well up in my eyes, and begin to drop one by one onto my bare, pale, and very cold leg. I'm starting to break down, and the onslaught is inevitable. Sobbing, I put my ice cold hands up to my face, in order to cover my eyes, so if there were any on-lookers somehow, they wouldn't see me loose myself.

I lay onto the floor and feeling my body tremble. I haven't cried in a long time...

Suddenly, awakening from my episode, I hear footfalls on the ground outside my small, meager cell.

Looking towards the door, I see a familiar man, drawing a ring of keys out of his pants.

Unlocking the door, he took a step inside my new home. He was wearing a ski mask, over his face, but you could see small strands of hair sticking out here and there. His chest was covered by a bulky dark bulletproof vest, which he wore over a German Forces issued cameo jacket. His pants were baggy, but not long enough to cover his huge, shiny, black boots, which were covered in buckles, straight laced up their entirety. He was tall, probably 6'3, and was well built, but not too muscular, nothing like a body builder.

He took off his ski mask, and his long blonde-red hair cascaded down slightly past his shoulders. His eyes were obviously hazel, a mixture of green and brown. His long hair masked his pale face, which had only a trace amount of fuzzy orange facial hair under his chin. Age was a hard thing to judge because his face looked both young and old (a baby face so to speak). He then threw off his vest and jacket, leaving a black sleeveless shirt.

I could truthfully say he is without a doubt the best looking male, I've laid eyes on ever.

He began to stare at me. It was slightly awkward, because I noticed where his eyes were lingering. My chest was quite large, DD 48, and proud I guess. I didn't know if he could tell that my nipples were beginning to harden. Maybe that's why he was staring...

I could feel my face turning red, as he walked toward me.

Sitting down beside me, he kept staring at my face. He was waiting for me to say something most likely, so I did.

" Do you speak any English?"

Smiling slightly, he replied, "Ja. I speak English."

His accent was heavy, and his voice was low cast.

"Well, that's good because I only know a slight bit of German."

Chuckling slightly, he spoke once more.

"That's amazing. I got ze idea that most American vomen vere quite stupid."

I didn't know wether to take that as a compliment or not.

"Not all of us are."

Laughing, he retorted, "I see. Are you hungry?"

Right as he said those words, my stomach began to growl. Who knows how long it's been since I've had something to eat, since I have no clue how long I've been out for.

I suppose he took that bowel sound as a yes, as he reaches into his pocket and retrieves a sandwich.

"I'm on mein break," he spoke in somewhat fractured English.

He broke the sandwich in half, handing part of it to me.

"Thank you," I replied.

I didn't even take a bite, shoving the entirety into my mouth at once. The man looking shocked, began to smile again slightly.

"You vere hungry, ja?"

"Mhmph... so where did you learn English?"

His face turning serious, he began to reply.

"In mein mother's homeland, they spoke Englizh."

"Oh, so your mother isn't German?"

"Nein. She's mixed. I'm German, Iriszh, British, and Italian. Mein mother resided in the U.K. Her parents were Irish and Italian."

"I see. I'm mostly German truthfully. But I'm mixed with a lot of other races..."

What a weird thing to be discussing with the man who most likely captured me and brought me here. He seems to be very friendly. It's too strange.

Sighing, once again he spoke.

"I don't condone these var tactics. But America ish a horrible country, Ja? Even though I hate America, I vas drafted into vis var. I don't vant to fight much longer."

"I understand that. But why not drop out of the military if you don't want to fight?"

His face turning paler, as his gaze was affixed on the ground.

"Because, they'll kill us if ve don't fight."

So, this was their tactical plan. Forcing people to fight, struggle, and win battles to gain their lives back.

But still I couldn't make sense of why he was in here talking to me, being so friendly to an "enemy", or why I was even brought here in the first place.

"So, um, why exactly am I here?"

The man's face regained the color it had prior to the conversation. He took my hand in his large, enormous one.

"Vould you rather I show?"

I have a bad feeling all of a sudden.

"Ummm, w-whatever you want," I spoke slightly choking on my words.

He took my hand and squeezed it. His eyes were staring straight into mine, with the most serious gaze to them. I don't know what's going to happen...

Suddenly he took his free arm and grabbing my shoulder, pushed me onto the floor. The concrete was cold, and hard underneath me, and my nipples once more grew

slightly harder. I don't know what to do, but I think I know what happens next. I don't want to think about it though. Maybe I'm wrong... Oh God I hope I'm wrong.

Leaning down, he bit my earlobe, and whisperingly told me my worst fears, "You are mein war trophy, ja? I can do vhat vant vith you. I vas just trying to get to know you before ve started, but there ve'll be plenty of time to talk later..."

Screaming I tried pushing him away from me. I began to kick at him, but he just held me down, abolishing my efforts to free myself of the situation. He began to laugh as he grabbed a knife from his back pocket, and a pair of handcuffs. He held me down and put my wrists together, linking the cuffs around them, locking them tightly. Even though I had very small wrists and hands, and could escape other pairs of handcuffs, these wrought into my skin, and hurt immensely. Smiling he took the knife and began slashing at my tank-top. As the knife made contact, it also sliced open my bra. My breasts fell out of the two black lacy cups that were prior holding. Gazing at my erect nipples, his smile grows. I knew he was too nice to me...

Pleadingly, I spoke with all the words, I could gather, "Please stop! There's another way to do this, please don't!"

Tears cascading down my face, he bent down and licked them as they began to fall.

"Nein, I vant you. You have no choice, you American whore. You're mein now. I vill show you how it feels to be filled completely vith cock. I know you'll grow to love it, ja?"

He then proceedingly lowered his knife. Cutting open my shorts, and panties, I felt more exposed than I have ever felt. The cold air seeping into what was once a very warm area, made me shiver.

"Ah, you shave ja?"

I saw him staring at my pussy in contentment.

"Fuck off!" I growled, resuming trying to escape from my captor.

Looking pissed off, he slapped me in the face, leaving a large red streak across it.

"Don't speak to me again like that you slut!"

He reached into his pocket on his pants and pulled out a gag of some sort. It was black with a large hole on it. Slapping me again, he wrapped it around my face, and I heard clicking sounds from behind my head. I could feel my mouth being restrained and left open. I couldn't help but begin to sob, as he slapped me again.

Standing up and over me, he unzipped his pants. His cock was erect, and although this probably wasn't the best feeling to have in this situation, I felt slightly aroused. His dick was about 8 inches or so in size and bulging in girth. It looked like it was straining forward, toward my mouth.

"Once, you learn how to be a good whore, I'll take ze gag off. But I don't want to take any chance, ja?"

Lowering himself onto me, he began to rub it in my face. The smell was strong, but not anything rank... just manly I guess.

"Now my little whore, show me how vell American girls suck cock..."

I didn't want too, but for some reason, as he glided his cock into my mouth, I didn't feel very tense at all.

I could feel his girth filling my mouth, and making it wider, stretching the gag. His cock tasted slightly salty, and I could feel it pulsate as I slowly extended my tongue forward. I began to lick up and down it slowly.

"That's not good enough... use your mouth more. Don't just lick, suck it," he grunted.

My body involuntarily grew weaker with his command. My mouth formed around his cock, sucking it and taking it in as far as I could without gaging myself. I began moving my tongue up and down, licking at the head, going in small circles around it. Tracing the vein from the underside and back up again. Sucking harder and harder, massaging his large cock with my mouth. Groaning, and pushing it in a bit more, he once more spoke to me.

"Ja, that's it. Now I know you can take it in all the vay..."

He began to poke it in slowly, down my throat, which was starting to tense up. My eyes grew wide, as it slowly made it's way all the way in, my throat wrapping tightly around his 8 inch cock. I could feel it begin to move in and out of the entrance to my throat. Why didn't I gag? I can feel a moan form in my throat...

"Mmmmm, my slut is beginning to enjoy this... good little pet...," he said moaning.

I can't take this anymore. I'm actually beginning to enjoy this. I know I haven't been laid in a while, but what the hell...

The moan slipping from my lips, was long and filled with pleasure. The vibrations from my vocal chords, causing him more pleasure. I was growing to love how big his cock was and how great it felt in my throat tightly clenched around it. Thrusting in and out his moaning grew into a grunting noise. My tongue running up and down the shaft, began to vibrate with my own moans.

"My kitten is purring... But she can do better..."

He bent down and slapped me once more. I didn't begin to cry again, but began to rather enjoy the tingling sensation in my cheek.

I'm giving in to this... sucking harder, trying to milk the cum out of him, wanting to feel it coat my entire mouth and throat...

"Is mein slave going to be good enough so that I can take this painful gag off her?"

I felt reluctant partially, but bobbed my head up and down on his cock.

"I'll take that as a yes, ja?"

I could feel his arms wrap around my head, and the gag became looser as the clinking sounds grew louder. It fell to the ground as my mouth relaxed around his shaft, and head. His hand came to rest at the back of my head, pulling it off his cock.

My breathing grew frantic as I tried to catch my breath. He once more smiled down at me. His hands took control of my body, as they began to explore...

"W-w-what are you doing?" I said feeling his hands touching my collar bone.

He slid his head downwards, biting, and nipping along the way. A small trail of red marks were left behind. I shivered slightly, enjoying the feeling of it.

He laid his body on top of mine and snaked his abdomen between my legs. I could feel his stomach pressing into my pussy. Stopping his head at my breasts, he took his hands and squeezed them. I groaned in unmistakable pleasure. I felt too good. His large hands taking hold of me, he massaged my huge tits, pulling at my light pink nipples, making them even harder than before.

"Mein slut has huge tits. I haven't seen anyone with this big of a size..."

I felt complimented as he spoke to me, calling me his slut. I shouldn't enjoy this... but everytime he says the word slut... I can feel myself growing hotter down between my thighs.

He took his tongue and licked up and down the slopes of my breasts. Then stopping at the small peaks adorning them, he took one into his mouth, sucking it in. His mouth tugged lightly and sucking harder with every second passing. I could feel his tongue inside his mouth, running up and down my nipple, making it grow harder still. I couldn't help, but to let out a squeal as he bit down on them...

"S-s-stop..." I said trying to sound like the pain was too much.

My mind screaming "no" to me was now beginning to beg to have him inside me. I wanted to feel that huge, bulging cock fill me, rubbing all the right spots...

"I know you don't vant me too..."

I started to stutter, trying to hold in the pleasurable feelings he was instilling inside me.

"Y... Yes I do..."

"Nein... I can tell you vant it more than ever."

His hand rubbing my thigh, began to glide across the outside of my cunt. He rubbed gently. Taking his finger, he probed open my lips...

Mme. you are a slut, ja? Very, very vet in here...," he spoke smiling viciously.

Lowering his body from it's status above me onto the floor, he spread open my pussy.

"My cock sucking cunt, deserves a reward, ja?"

Oh, yes please... don't hesitate...

He began licking around my clit, making grow harder. Without realizing it, I let out a loud moan, and it echoes off the walls of the cell. Proceeding to move his tongue around, he then let out a sound that was close to a satisfied purr. Licking up all the wetness, but at the same time lubricating it with his saliva, he proceeds to lick my clit just the way I like it. Without applying a large amount of pressure, the friction causes me to writhe. I can't help, but to moan louder. Then moving south, he probes my small tight hole...

"Please... don't wait... I need it now..." I say without control.

"Mein cunt is begging is she?"

He pushes his tongue into my tiny entrance, pulling it in and out, lapping up the juices freshly flowing from it that fall onto his rough cat-like protrubance.

I begin to buck wildly and grind against his face. I don't have much restraint left... it's building up and I don't know how much longer I can hold it for...

I start to cum on his tongue, and while doing so, all vocal restraint is lost. I'm screaming in pleasure at the top of my lungs...

He lets out a groan as my sweet cum splashes onto his tongue, and some even slightly on his face. Still licking he goes further inside me, lifting my legs up in the air. I can feel his tongue against my upper wall, suddenly hitting my G-spot. He sticks his tongue into the area, applying pressure. It's too much for me to take, and this time, my juices begin to squirt out of my pussy. The stream of juices splash out onto his face, covering him, as if he were bathing it. He then proceeds to stand up, placing me gently on the floor. He sticks his face up to mine, laying on his side.

"Look at the mess you've made. Clean mein face off you little whore."

Sticking out my tongue, I begin to lick up all my juices. They taste sweet and somewhat tangy... I've never tasted anything like this before.

They've coated his face, so I take a couple of minutes in making sure I've throughly done it. He smiles at me, petting my hair as if I was a cat...

As I finish this he arises, and stands behind me.

"I know you want it. Tell me what you want or you'll never get it, fucking slut."

I don't know how to put into words what I want right now. So, I do the best I can.

"Fuck me master. Please fuck me. Fuck me like the stupid American whore I am."

I feel myself being picked up and angled upwards. My hands and legs are stretched out below me, and my ass is in the air. I feel him rubbing it, feeling the firm globes, as he squeezes. He then smacks me hard, leaving me wetter than ever.

"Mein slut needs to feel a real cock inside her."

I can feel my pussy being spread a part. My small entrance is exposed to him, as he rubs it back and forth. He then lowers himself down onto me. I can feel the bulbous head up against me. Pushing in slowly, he rips my pussy a part with his huge cock. I scream in pain and pleasure at the feeling of this. I've never seen nor had anything this big inside me. He pushes in all the way, his entire 8 inches consumed by my drenched cunt. He stalls for a minute, and moves around inside me.

"Mein slut is the tightest I've ever had... I can feel her wrapped around me so tightly..."

My pussy contracts at these words, and he groans. He begins to thrust, slowly, but gaining speed gradually. I can't stop moaning, as he picks up the pace. My pussy is filled with all the cock it can take. I can feel him hitting my cervix and I scream in pain and pleasure. He slides all the way in and out, at a pace that was almost animalistic. I can feel his cock begin to pulsate more. He keeps pounding me despite my screaming. Grabbing my ass, I didn't think it was possible, but he forced himself slightly deeper. His cock veering off to the side hitting my G-spot... making me scream louder than ever. I start thrusting back against him, hitting his pelvis with my ass. He growls and slams into me viciously. I can feel his cock twitching and stretching me open with every thrust. He reaches down and grabs my ass, pulling it apart, then slapping it.

"Mein whore is liking this isn't she?" he said, while continuing to thrust into me.

I moan in reply to his question. He bends down and smacked me in the face.

"Yes, master. Please give me more..." I reply.

He then slams into me harder than before. I continue to thrust back onto his cock, taking it all in as deep as I can. He grabs my pelvis and pulls me back, impaling me on his cock. I can feel myself cumming again, and my pussy wrapping tighter than ever around him.

"Fucking whore..." he growls.

As my pussy wraps around him, I can feel his cock throbbing. Suddenly, he pounds into me again, harder than previous times, and pulls me back again. This time, it's him who's cumming, shooting his load of sticky, warm cum inside me. He groans and growls, filling me up with his sperm. I can feel it leaking out of my pussy and onto my thighs, running down my leg. He begins to lower us down to the ground. As we hit the ground, he turns me around on his cock, keeping it inside me, to where I could face him...