Author: Sterling Title: The Sins of the Fathers Repaid in the Vaginas of the Daughters Summary: North invades the adjoining South, but when the tide of battle turns, nukes their neighbor, but the South armies are still victorious. They choose life over further destruction, and see to it that every fertile North woman bears South babies, one after another, as long as she is able, aided by the noses of trained dogs. Keywords: MF, mf, mF, Mf, 1st, preg, rape, reluct, group, slavery NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 7/4//2020. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ For an index see /files/Authors/Sterling/A%20%20SUBJECT%20INDE X.txt There is a more user-friendly web version of most of my stories from before 2016 here: /files/Authors/Sterlin g/www/ Sterling ============================================================ The Sins of the Fathers Repaid in the Vaginas of the Daughters As the jeep entered the small town, Glenn looked about. It looked prosperous enough. The occasional person he saw had the blond hair so common among the Norths. A couple children played in a field. Here an old woman, there a mother with baby. The van stopped near the center of town and the six men and two dogs got out. William was going to be showing Glenn the ropes. Ben was a lab mix, and after sniffing the air, he pulled on the leash William was holding. William let him lead, and he and Glenn followed the dog at a brisk pace. He led them to the front door of a small house with a tidy yard. William knocked on the door. "South Repop, open up." Within twenty seconds a woman opened the door. Ben's nose went immediately to her crotch. He quickly worked his nose under her skirt and sniffed, wagging his tail. "So it's obvious enough when Ben finds a woman to breed, as you can see." The woman was thirty or so, blond and blue-eyed as were so many among the Norths. "What's your name?" asked William. "Gretel." "So, here's your first one, Glenn. How would you like Gretel? Up against the wall, or bent over the sofa?" "Um, is there a bedroom?" "I'm sure Gretel will show you to her bedroom." Gretel gulped but led them back through the living room and down a short corridor and into the bedroom. Ben once again sniffed her crotch with enthusiasm. "So, come on, let's see your cunt," said William. Gretel bit her lip but lay back on the bed, hitched up her skirt and pulled her underpants down. At once Ben was on her, licking her energetically between the legs. "That gets them wet down there so you get a smooth fuck," said William to Glenn. After ten seconds, he said, "Enough, Ben," and tugged on the leash. The dog obediently scrambled down to the floor again. "There she is, Glenn, she's all yours. I suppose since you wanted a bedroom you want some privacy too. I did when I was just starting out. Come on, Ben." The door shut and it was just Gretel and Glenn. His cock was hard from the display he had seen. So he climbed on the bed, pulled down his pants, and approached his prize. He felt a bit of concern when he saw how Gretel's face was expressionless, fighting back tears. But he remembered again the horrors that her people had inflected on his people, and he mounted her, bringing their genitals together. He shoved and his cock went into her pussy. It was hot, slick and welcoming. Women tended to be that way a little more when they were fertile anyway, they said, and as William had said, Ben's tongue work probably helped her along. His cock quickly penetrated her all the way and he began fucking. The sensations were fantastic, and he had some impulse to make it last, but he realized he now he had plenty of opportunities for sex whenever he wanted. This woman needing breeding, and his biology was urging him to get right to the point and do the deed. He fucked this sexy cunt with long, fast strokes, pleasure overwhelmed him, and his cock pumped gobs of sperm way up inside Gretel, just as nature intended. He tried to think of something to say, but came up short. The idea of "I'm sorry" came to his mind, but once again he thought of what her people had done to his. Instead, he said, "That felt good!" as he pulled his pants up and stood. He opened the door and joined William and Ben in the hall. "So, did you breed her?" "Yes, I did." "Good!" Glenn reflected on what had happened. Gretel had not been happy, but she had to do what the Souths said, so he'd fucked her and probably started a baby -- his baby. And she would raise the child. He could do his patriotic duty and go on to father a whole lot more babies, in exactly the same way. He smiled. --------------------------------------------------------- North and South were two adjoining nations with a long history of animosity. They shared a language, but in appearance they were quite different. The Norths were light-colored, with mostly blond hair and blue eyes. The Souths had much more of a Mediterranean look, and a dark one at that. There had been wars back in the 19th century, one side winning one war, the other winning the next. But nothing conclusive had happened. The current crisis began when the North elected a government that spoke of the South as part of the rightful homeland of the North, usurped by the despised Southerners 600 years before. Then they built up their military. The South struggled to keep their military at the same level. The confident North attacked and made significant incursions into the South. News emerged of the North massacring the Southers whenever they occupied a new town. This stiffened the resolve of the South and made their army more disciplined and effective. The tide of battle turned. The South regained the lost territory and began making inroads into the North. The North capital fell. Both sides had nuclear weapons. No one believed they would actually use them, because the mutual devastation would be unthinkable. And yet, facing the prospect of defeat, the North launched a massive nuclear attack, destroying every urban center in the South and a great many smaller cities and towns too. The only remaining government the South had was the military commanders of the South army that was in North territory. Apparently the North commanders were not willing to obliterate their own civilians, even if the land was occupied by the army of the hated foe. South still had nuclear weapons at their disposal and could have launched a devastating attack on the North. But where would that have left the army? In the middle of two ruined lands. The North command realized this too, and it went into their calculations before the sneak attack. The situation had a perverse effect on the North soldiers. Some figured that they were doomed because the South bombs would surely come any time, so there was little reason to fight -- but as the days went by with no counter-strike, this position weakened. But if no counter-strike was coming, then the North had already won, since how could South win if their homeland lay in utter ruin? The North command had downplayed the previous successes of the South armies in their invasion of the North to keep up morale -- but now this move threatened to boomerang. And despite all the anti-South fervor, many soldiers in the North thought that obliterating South cities was just too much... it stunned and disoriented them, and made them wonder just what sort of a government they were fighting for anyway. The high command of the South armies decided to fight on. They would avenge the loss of their homeland and they would rule the North. South soldiers were enraged by the injustice. They realized that if they surrendered, they had no homeland to be repatriated to. They fought harder than ever. Due largely to the mismatch in morale, the rest of the North fell amazingly quickly to the armies of the South. There was some looting, rape and destruction by the victorious South soldiers, but in general the officers kept it under control, in part because of the vision that the South high command now hinted at in private briefings, though they didn't announce it formally. The bulk of the South had been destroyed. The only land that could support life on a large scale was the North, which was to be the home of the victorious South army for the foreseeable future. The best way forward was not further destruction, but creation -- the creation of new people. This was limited by the number of fertile wombs. All of them were in the North, and the South commanders determined to start filling them as fast as possible, again and again -- but every baby would be fathered by a South soldier. The price that the men of the North would pay would be a lifetime of forced labor in all-male brigades. The price that the women of the North would pay was to bear the children of their conquerors -- as many children as biology would allow, which was typically 15 or more for a teen girl. It turned out to be very easy to train dogs to detect women who were fertile. Tens of thousands were trained, and they helped make the business of filling North wombs with South men's babies efficient. --------------------------------------------------------- The villagers were apprehensive when the South soldiers arrived. They would find out what the victors intended to do with them. The soldiers instructed everyone to come out of the houses. A few patrols searched the houses and roughly expelled onto the street those who had tried to hide. Most of the able-bodied men were prisoners of war who had not yet returned home. Now the Souths herded onto trucks all the males of age 7 or above, including the very old and infirm. When they saw what was happening, the villagers had time for only the briefest of tearful farewells. Token resistance was met with slaps and punches. One 14-year-old boy was angered by the cries of his invalid father, as the soldiers did not attend to his comfort at all when carrying him to the truck. The boy screamed while punching a soldier. Two bullets to the chest silenced him. Some soldiers made lists of the remaining females and young boys, though it wasn't clear how useful those scribbled lists would be. The Souths also brought every child who could walk into another truck to record their height. The villagers did not quite understand what that was for, but these crazy Southers had their ways. What they did not realize was that every girl was measured against one side of the truck. Every boy was measured against the front wall adjoining the cab, in the center. The south soldier moved a lever to be just at the level of the boy's crotch. Behind the wall, an inch or two away, was a lump of radioactive metal. A few seconds of exposure was all it took to make the boy sterile for life. Some probably also developed health problems from the radiation, but not too many. The long-term health of North males was not of much concern to the South command. But this sterilization was part of their plan. Not one baby would be fathered by a North if they could help it. Most of these boys would be shipped off to work camps long before they got old enough to want to have sex with anyone, but just in case, they would be sterilized. The men and older boys who were carted away were also sterilized as part of a more thorough physical in a central processing location. What the South soldiers told the villagers was that the men would be conscripted for two years of labor and then allowed to return home. In fact, the high command had no intention of ever allowing them to return home. Ruling a conquered people well required keeping careful control of information and disclosing unpleasant news in stages, to keep the people cooperating. They also told the women to keep on working the land or doing their jobs as they always had, and to make sure they also did the work that any of the males used to do. The North men, including the prisoners of war, were conscripted labor. They often worked twelve hours a day, seven days a week. Many were sent to the radioactive South to start the clean-up and rebuilding process that would eventually make the land habitable again. Some remained in the North but were given the dirty and dangerous tasks needed to operate any economy. South women also participated heavily in the economy, but were not worked so hard. The North adults were strictly segregated by sex. A North male rarely caught a glimpse of a female and never got to speak with one. After all the North men had been pulled out of the villages, the fate of the North women was revealed to them. But there were no males (other than small boys) to mount a resistance. And women are not primed to resist very seriously, for the simple matter that they have children and are devoted to their children above all. If they are troublemakers, their child will be taken from them and both may be consigned to an unpleasant fate. Their focus is more on making the best life for their children that they can, and that is within the system. As the years go by, this applies also to the children they bear who were fathered by the conquering rapists. As for the South soldiers, they had choices. Some continued to serve actively in the smaller remaining military, some served in the role of a police force. Others supervised the work of the Northers. Some just wanted to do honest civilian work of their own. All were entitled to just relax if they wished. No work was required of them. The one job that most of them chose to participate in, to varying degrees, was impregnating the North women. There were about 100 women of child-bearing age for every South soldier, so they had a lot of work to do. The key figures in the North government who were associated with the decision to use nuclear weapons were sentenced to death, but the sentence was stayed so that they could be tortured at leisure first. Live television showed them having some part of their skin peeled back so it could be doused with acids. It showed them being given powerful electric shocks. Their male organs were not spared, and worms were dispensed that would slowly consume their exposed testicles, their progress documented by television over a course of many days. TV also showed their faces as the urine and feces of the South soldiers (out of sight) landed on their faces. In the face of such assaults, none could maintain his dignity. All pleaded for mercy on live TV. There was to be no mercy. The wives and children of these key figures had a different fate. They were not explicitly tortured, but they were confined to a facility where those with unusual sexual tastes were given free rein to do with them as they pleased. Over time the rules got stricter, to avoid permanent injuries. For a few years, while the purebred North children were still young, pedophiles of the South army had the freedom to live out their desires as never before. None of this was consistent with the Geneva Convention, obviously. But given what the North had done to the South, condemnation from the world outside was muted. --------------------------------------------------------- Glenn became an enthusiastic participant on the trips into the countryside to find women to impregnate. There were of course also plenty of women to impregnate in the towns and cities. "I don't think you want to look at this one," Glenn's companion said with distaste. "But we got her arranged doggy style, and she's all covered up except where you need to get at her cunt." Glenn didn't care what made this woman unappealing. The world needed babies, and if some of them were ugly, that was OK. And maybe whatever made her repulsive wasn't heritable at all. Her cunt was tight and hot and wet, and he penetrated and thrust energetically. In thirty seconds he spewed his sperm up inside her. In one trip to a village, Glenn was managing the dog Fido, and as usual he led Glenn into a house. Usually Fido made a beeline for the fertile female, but this time he seemed confused. There was one woman there, but Fido ignored her. He sniffed all different places, in various rooms. Leading Glenn back outside again, Fido sniffed at the foundation. It looked like the house was built on a concrete slab. Glenn asked the woman if there was a basement, and she swore there was not. Fido was not happy to be led away from the building, but Glenn went to find William to see what he made of the situation. They walked together back towards the house. "Root cellar. Must be a root cellar with a woman in it trying to hide. We'd been in town for a while now before you got there, so news spread and they had time to hide her." "But where's the entrance?" "Under a rug. It's always under a rug." Sure enough, the rug in the dining room had under it a trap door. Fido sniffed at the edges with excitement, and when they lifted it, he scrambled down into the dark below. "Hey, what's this... leave me alone.." came a feminine voice from down below. William shone his flashlight down into the small cellar at a figure dressed in nondescript baggy clothing. "Come on up, or we'll drag you up," he said. The woman of the house was standing nearby, anxiously. Glenn strode over to her, grabbed the front of her dress and pulled her up so her face was within inches of his and snarled, "You liar!" He then shoved her so she sprawled out on the floor. Emerging from the hole was a girl. Fido sniffed the crotch of her trousers with great excitement. "That's rude!" said the girl, trying to push the dog's nose away. "Please," said the woman, "She's only fourteen!" "Really? Yum, yum, yum! Old enough to get pregnant, obviously. Fido here is never wrong," said Glenn. "What? What are you talking about?" said the girl. "What are you going to do?" "What do you think? We're going to breed you." "What does that mean?" "Are you seriously saying you don't know the facts of life?" The girl just looked confused. "Well, you're in for a quick education. Strip.... I said strip!". "Do whatever they say," said the woman urgently. "You have to do what they say." The girl stripped. Immediately Fido was between her legs, licking and licking. "Get away!" she said, hitting the dog's face. "Hey, don't bother my dog!" said Glenn, grabbing her arm and squeezing hard. "Ow!" The dog had barely noticed, of course. "Let's go to that bedroom down the hall. Breeding is more fun for everyone on a bed." The two men led the girl to the bedroom, the dog prancing along behind and trying to get his tongue up between the girl's legs. They pushed her onto the bed. "What's your name?" said Glenn quietly. "Anna," she answered. "You're really very pretty, Anna, don't you think so, William?" "Yeah, she really is. Even scared to death like that. You go first." "So, Anna, a quick lesson..." Glenn pulled his trousers and underpants off, revealing a stiff cock pointing straight out. William did the same. Fido was licking and licking between Anna's legs. William said, "We got cocks, you got a cunt. The way you get a baby is a cock goes up your cunt and spews sperm. That starts the baby, and nine months later it comes back out your cunt." Glenn said, "It only works a few days a month, in your cycle, you know, but Fido here knows it's just the right time. So, now to get concrete about it..." With a sharp command Fido retreated, and Glenn began mounting. Anna was slim but was definitely a big girl, with small, firm breasts, hips that flared out and a respectable growth of pubic hair. Glenn's cock twitched with excitement. "No!" said Anna, struggling. "Oh, don't make a fuss, you have no choice. You could get hurt if you make a fuss. Spread your legs." Anna spread her legs and lay still. Glenn opened her lips with his fingers and nestled his cock tip right in the opening. "I get to do a virgin!" he said over his shoulder to William. "An innocent one at that," said his buddy. Glenn pressed. He pressed harder. Anna winced. He pressed again, as hard as he could, but nothing happened. "Virgins aren't always easy," said William with a smile. "Oh, yeah," said Glenn to Anna. "Sometimes it hurts a girl the first time until her cunt gets opened up. It's just temporary." Glenn pulled back and stuck his finger up her cunt. It was tight, but it went in. Two was really tight. He put in an index finger from each hand and then pulled apart. Anna howled. A trickle of bright blood appeared. It would stain the bedspread, but that was their problem, not his. He now approached with his cock again and nestled it in the bloody opening. He shoved hard, and then harder, and this time it went in. Very, very tight. Anna was crying softly. But she was a female in heat, a virgin at that, and he would breed her. He fucked in and out in the age-old rhythm of human reproduction. Shove, shove, shove, shove... A minute later he pulsed his seed way up inside. It felt fantastic. William would not save his sperm today, not when there was a hot virgin to be had. There were always girls to make pregnant, but they could stop to have fun too. He mounted and thrust and lasted a minute before he added his sperm to Glenn's contribution. "The other guys will want a chance too, I bet," said Glenn as William pulled his slick cock out and pulled away, panting. "I'm sure they will. You wait here and I'll get them." Glenn sat in a chair and patted his dog. The woman approached her daughter, looking to see if Glenn objected, but he didn't. "Oh, sweety," said the woman. "It hurts! And I'm bleeding!" whined the girl. "Yes, yes you are, but the men are right. That often happens a girl's first time, and it's normal and will heal up quickly." "You never told me how babies are made!" she said. "No, no, I never did. I didn't think it would matter for a few years yet -- not until you got married." "Am I really going to have a baby?" "Well... I bet the dog can smell when it's your fertile time... girls your age often aren't very fertile but I guess you are today. Chances are pretty good you will." "And one of those creeps ----" "Quiet!" barked her mother, stealing a glance over her shoulder at Glenn. "One of those men is going to be the father." "Yes. One of them." "Is... is that what those men did to you a few months ago? The last time you made me go down into the hole? Those noises I heard?" "Um, yeah. They did that to me. And I didn't tell you, but I just found out... I'm pregnant. You'll have a brother or sister." "Congratulations!" said Glenn with a smirk. The mother managed a polite smile before returning her attention to her daughter. "So many of the women are getting pregnant... these South gentlemen are pretty thorough with their dogs and their regular visits." "Why? Why is this happening?" "I'll tell you why, " said Glenn. "Because your leaders plastered our country with nuclear bombs -- wiped us all out! -- all but the army. But we won. So your men get to be slaves. And since you killed all our women, we're making babies with all of you. We'll need a lot of babies to repopulate the South again." He was feeling horny, and his cock had risen again. The mother withdrew as he approached, and he mounted Anna again. He forced his cock into Anna and pumped in with sharp, almost violent thrusts. Glenn was angry, but sex can work just fine when a man is angry. "So... when you feel sorry for yourself... getting fucked like this... remember all our women... who died from nuclear bombs... Cunt!" He forced a few more blobs of sperm up into her. Soon William returned with the other two men, who each took a turn fucking Anna, and agreed she was a very special treat. "I want to take her home with us so I can fuck her every day," said Glenn. "No! Don't take her away!" moaned the mother. "Hey, how come you get her?" said one of the others. William said, "Fido found her, and he was in charge of Fido, so he gets first dibs." Turning to the mother, Glenn said, "You can come too, if you want. Be our servant. What's your name?" "Marta." --------------------------------------------------------- The conquering South army had lived off the land in the final stages of the war, with no supplies coming from their devastated homeland. For housing, they just occupied whatever buildings they liked best. When the fighting stopped, the high command systematically spread the soldiers out more evenly over the cities and larger towns, where they occupied the buildings that suited their fancy. Sometimes a guy wanted a place of his own, other times he valued the company of his own and they lived in groups of two or three -- or even twenty, for those who liked barracks life. The groups typically commandeered local women to be their housekeepers and servants. The soldiers also had a green light to fuck any woman they felt like fucking. They had the right to access any room of any building for a variety of purposes -- to find hidden treasures, supplies of interest to the army, or women and girls. The men spread the word about where particularly hot babes could be found. It was like honeybees or ants telling their sisters where the best food was to be found, but much more efficient. The men followed each other's recommendations in search of fine pieces of ass. And like ants or honeybees, they swarmed the tastiest morsels -- in this case the finest pieces of ass. The only women the men couldn't fuck at will were those already claimed by another household. This gave the most attractive women an incentive to find one household to attach themselves to, for they much preferred to be fucked by the same one or two men over and over than to be taken by a stream of strange men at all hours of the day and night. With a hundred women of child-bearing age for every South soldier, the competition among the women to find a household to attach to was fierce. Women came with their very best samples of cooking, dressed seductively, and strove to be ideal sexual partners, doing anything the men suggested, or offering such things as blow jobs or doggy style sex that many of the men had never had before and didn't even know they wanted. Men who had no intention of adopting a woman felt no need to reveal that fact and enjoyed the extra attention anyway. While attractive women in the larger towns and cities competed to be adopted by a single household, the same pressure didn't exist in the countryside so much. But following the keen noses of their dogs, the South soldiers did meet most women once a month or so, and they could simply seize the ones who struck their fancy, just as Glenn had taken Anna to be his. --------------------------------------------------------- Anna's mother Marta had accompanied the soldiers back to Glenn's, and she was a conscientious and hard worker, doing everything she could so they would let her stay near her daughter to comfort her. Glenn loved fucking Anna. He fucked her right after they returned to the house late in the afternoon. He found her to fuck her at bedtime too. He woke up in the middle of the night dreaming of her, and realized she was right down the hall and available to fuck, so he went down, woke her up and fucked her again. And again when he woke up in the morning. At first Anna was stony during their encounters. At least her face was stony -- her vagina was, hot, wet, and welcoming. But as the days went by and Marta and Anna had a chance to talk with the other women living nearby in the town, they realized their situation could be a lot worse. If Glenn found another girl who was not just pretty but nice to him, he might throw them out on the street, where the gorgeous young Anna would surely get fucked over and over unless she could get adopted. And one key requirement for a woman being adopted was to be cheerful and compliant with every one of her owner's wishes. Glenn had grown up in a South household where men and women were pretty much equal. He had gotten used to dominating North women for the specific purpose of fucking to make them pregnant, but he wasn't so used to it in everyday situations around the house. Anna soon started acting pleasant with Glenn. She smiled at him when he fucked her. On her third day with him, she ran into him in the hall and asked sweetly if he would like sex. He was so touched that he took her right into a bedroom and did the deed. But after that he realized the timing was up to him, but he was pleased with general willingness. One evening he had had an especially rewarding orgasm up inside his 14-year-old blond, blue-haired beauty, and she smiled at him pleasantly and gave him a hug. He disengaged and lay down beside her. "You know," he said. "I never really wanted this." "Wanted what?" "To have a woman who I own, as my slave... I had a girlfriend Marjorie back in the South. It was sad when I got conscripted of course. But we thought the one whose life was in danger was me, not her. I dreamed of marrying her. I wanted to tell her my secrets and have her tell me hers. I wanted to bat ideas around. I wanted her to make me happy, but I wanted to make her happy too." He paused to search Anna's face, and she returned his look for a few seconds before breaking eye contact. "But you... surely you had other dreams. At fourteen I figure you never even finished your education. You certainly didn't have in mind being dragged up out of the cellar and raped five times as you're just finding out for the first time what rape is and how sex works. I'm... I'm sorry for that. Does that make sense, that I'm sorry?" "Kind of," said Anna. "I mean, we're caught up in this huge geopolitical thing but we're also people. Your men did a really terrible thing -- you get that, right? Bombing our cities? A terrible thing. Genocide. And it makes sense that we need all you North women to make babies to help us populate the South, and it makes sense that it's us soldiers who are going to father the kids, I get all that... But you, Anna, you were a girl. It wasn't your fault. Not you personally. You maybe had a boy you had a crush on." Glenn caught a brief smile on Anna's lips. "What was his name?" "Klaus. And I hope he's still alive. He got taken away with the others, naturally. I... I agree that we Northers deserve what we got." He looked at her face again. "But you'd say that even if you didn't believe it. Even if you hated my guts." "I don't hate you," she said, looking at him briefly. He believed her. "But I... I am confused." He smiled at her. "Well, I sure believe you when you say that. So now I'm going to hug you and pretend you actually like me." --------------------------------------------------------- "I talked with my mother about our conversation. I hope you don't mind?" "No, I don't mind. I'm sure she told you to do whatever I want, whatever you think yourself." Anna hesitated. "Yes, she did say that. But she said other stuff too... She said it's an ancient part of how people work. Men in those little bands would make war on each other, and steal each other's women. And the men would rape them over and over, and the women would hate it. But then they'd have babies, and they'd love the babies, and they'd get used to it. So used to it that if they had a chance to go back to their band they'd usually refuse. Because they liked their life. They had their babies and they were devoted to them above all. It's the way we women are built, she said... So I guess we better hurry up and get a baby in me." She gave a smile that could almost be called flirtatious. Genuine, or not? "Fido knew when the right time was. Doesn't do any good to do it a week later. Either it took back then or it didn't." "OK," said Anna. Somehow he didn't especially feel like fucking her right then. Also, he was due to join an impregnating expedition the next day, so better to save his sperm. Anna's period came right on schedule. No baby this time. A week later she spoke to him after sex, as he was catching his breath. "I realized... it is kind of embarrassing, but I actually like the sex." "Really?" said Glenn. Sincere, or not? "My mother said that was natural too, that girls will like sex. If we can let go of how we didn't have any choice, and just think of it as normal life, then we'll like the sex." That sounded reasonable, at least for some women. "You said before you really hadn't wanted a slave, but an equal for a partner. Are you saying you'd like to sort of do that with me? Do that as much as we can? No need, of course! I'm yours to treat any way you want. But... Is that what you meant?" Glenn thought. It was admitting weakness to agree... but she was right. "Yes." "That's wonderful! I mean, I know you can change your mind any time... But my mother said that if you did want to make me happy -- only at any particular time if that's what you want -- I could tell what would feel even better with sex. But I'm just delighted with things the way they are, too." "It's good to know you realize that as a Norther you're my slave and have to do what I say, but how about just saying that once a day? That would be enough. I get tired of it." "OK," she said. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and smiled. "Sure, I'd love to know what would make sex better for you. Right now." Anna glanced down at his stiff organ and smiled again. "Well, if you move your hand a certain way between my legs.. I'll show you." Anna took Glenn's hand and placed it gently on the parts that he had been penetrating with his penis regularly, but she just moved his fingers around outside, amid the complicated folds of tissue. She closed her eyes and gave little sighs now and then when it felt good. "That's nice, and now I like the idea of getting your penis up inside. I mean, it would feel good for me -- I'm always happy to take it up inside to make -- I guess I said that already, didn't I..." Glenn smiled, mounted and penetrated. Her pussy seemed hotter and more welcoming than usual. "And while this is just great the way it is, there might be ways that would feel better and some not so good for me. That's what my mother said -- not that I know without experimenting." Glenn had fun trying different things. Pressing harder, less hard. Simple rhythms and complicated ones. Pressing to the left or pressing to the right, or high or low. They found in a minute of experimentation that deep, smooth strokes when he pressed high were the best. "But I gotta finish up... can't wait any more... " "Sure," said Anna with a smile. Glenn pumped and humped and spurted. But the next time they did it he used his fingers first and then fucked the way that had worked best, trying to refine it more. Anna looked more excited than she ever had before, eyes closed, giving little sighs. It turned him on and he promptly surged and orgasmed up inside her. "You look disappointed," Glenn said. "It was wonderful! Thanks so much!" "But I can tell you were disappointed. This was supposed to be making things better." The next few times they had sex Glenn went straight for his prize and took her up the pussy the way he wanted most. Anna gave him the same sweet, obedient smile she used to. After he finished one time she said, "I think I know why I was disappointed before, and could explain it. My mother helped. Seems like she helps a lot when I'm trying to figure these things out." "Maybe later," said a weary Glenn. But at their next encounter, he said, "OK, tell me what your mother had to say this time." "Girls can just spread their legs and let a man feel good, and that's nice to be able to let him do what makes him happy. But if she starts getting excited, like feeling sexy good feelings, then things change a bit. You know how when you get excited, you really want to finish up? That if someone said you had to just stop without finishing you'd be frustrated?" "Yeah, that's for sure." "Well, girls are the same way. Once we really get into feeling good, we want to finish. And if we don't then we feel kind of disappointed. So no need for you to worry about that at all -- you can just fuck away and be happy, and I love to see you happy. But if you want to get into the other part, that's what might happen." "So, how about finishing? What does it take for you to finish?" "My mommy's idea was really naughty. You might not like it." "What is it?" "She said you get on your back and I get on top and go up and down..." She giggled. "I guess I see how it would work. Anyway, if I'm moving things just the way that feels best at the moment, then I'm likely to have my own orgasm, then I won't be disappointed." "Let's give it a try." "Remember, any time you want, we can stop and you can just finish me off the way that feels best for you." Glenn lay on his back and saw his beautiful girl get up above him, and after a few giggles and missteps and his cock sliding out this way and that, she finally got it going right up inside her, while she moved up and down. Not just up and down, but back and forth a bit, too. Slow little dainty movements, then big huge ones. Part of Glenn felt like turning her over, banging her hard and relieving himself, but he had some patience. There was something wonderful about seeing his girl doing what felt best, choosing to move up and down and force his penis up inside her, first one way, then another. "You sure it's OK?" she asked with some concern. "It's great," said Glenn. "Any time you want to change, of course, any time..." She closed her eyes then, and he beheld that golden young girl body going up and down, getting pleasure out of him and his cock, and after a couple long minutes she gasped and then held still, gasping over and over. His girl had had an orgasm, and it was very hot. Of course he could turn her over or do her any way he wanted, but all he did was use his hands to lift her pelvis up a bit and fucked in hard from below. "Oh, yeah!" said Anna with a grin as she felt the deep thrusts. His girl really wanted to get fucked, for its own sake and how good it felt to her. Seconds later Glenn surged upward and his cock convulsed, sperming his girl up inside. When they had disengaged and lay side by side, she said, "Wow, my mommy was sure right about that! So, any time if you feel like doing it that way, I'd be happy to, but also just feel free to nail me whatever way you want, any time." She giggled, but then said, "I'm serious about that. It really is just fine!" And in fact Glenn chose a mix. Sometimes he just wanted to fuck Anna quick and to the point. But every day or two he also wanted to feel her sexual passion and satisfaction. Anna's next period was late, and it soon became clear she was pregnant. Anna and Glenn talked. He gave her books to read to fill out the biggest holes in her education. When it came to whether the South homeland really belonged to North, Anna said that the North line she had been taught was wrong and to agree with Glenn's more traditional South views. Of course she'd say that whether she believed it or not, and Glenn decided not to push that point. When Glenn said that he felt really sad to think of his mother, father, grandmother, girlfriend and sister all dead, Anna said she was sorry. "Do you miss your father, uncles. The men you knew?" "Well, many of them aren't dead. And whatever happened to them, they deserved it." "True in a way, but I'm asking whether you as a girl miss them as people. Cousins... neighbors?" She hesitated. "Is it OK if I do?" "Yes!" "Then... I do... I miss them a lot." Soon she was sobbing, and Glenn held her in his arms, and then he started crying too. It brought them closer. They had both been looking forward to a different sort of life that would have been better than this one. But they would make do with what they had. --------------------------------------------------------- "One of the girls I did today, Anna, wow, was she hot! Perfect figure, vagina just amazing. And she had an orgasm from getting raped. It was the weirdest thing. She didn't want to have it, and she never said anything kind, but she didn't deny it had happened. I had mine too, of course, and gave her a big load. Did you know women could have orgasms from getting raped?" "No... No, I didn't." "You look upset." "I... I think it's great you're out there spreading North seed to repopulate us all, but... I'd really rather not hear the details." Glenn realized that if she was a good slave she would never say such a thing. But he'd said he didn't want a slave, but an equal -- sort of. And if you wanted an equal you had to put up with them being annoyed with you sometimes. "Oh, jeez," he said. "But act like a bitch in heat, right now. I want you." She did. He mounted, grappled her rear end, and fucked hard. When he had finished, he withdrew, and she said tentatively, "Of course it's fine if you tell me about anything at all --" "Oh, shut up," he murmured. But he made a point of never again telling Anna about good times he was having out doing his impregnation rounds. Maybe curious things, maybe funny things now and then, but not about how the sex itself was so good sometimes. --------------------------------------------------------- The men had discovered Hilde. She wasn't one of the bombshells who got fucked several times a day, but still she got more attention than she wanted -- including from some men who weren't very nice. She desperately wanted to be adopted. Brian loved the kugel she offered and invited her to live with him without even giving her a spin sexually. In fact, he didn't come on to her at all even after she moved in. On the third day he talked with her. "You might have noticed I haven't fucked you." Hilde nodded gravely. "I don't want to. I don't want to fuck any women. But my buddies think it's weird, and I don't want to explain. So if anyone asks, you tell them we're fucking like little bunnies in here, OK?" Hilde nodded again. Gay! Brian must be gay! Oh, she was lucky all right! --------------------------------------------------------- Kyle really loved making women pregnant, and like many others he nabbed an attractive girl to be his. Lotte. She wasn't actually the one the dog led him to, but she was her sister, and she was gorgeous. So he impregnated the fertile sister but took Lotte with him. So he fucked Lotte morning and night, and Lotte always accepted his advances cheerfully. She was a dutiful girl who knew her situation could be a lot worse. Kyle also continued to go on impregnating rounds. And then he found Miriam, who was also hot. And he brought her home too. So he took turns fucking Miriam and Lotte. But then he had a naughty idea... Why not a threesome? It started with just having them both get in doggy position side by side. He fucked one for a while, then the other, then back to the first. He eventually came in Lotte. But he also wanted the girls to be actively seductive... to spread their labia and invite him in. And they did what he asked. They both gave him blow jobs, and sometimes he came in one's mouth. He had them hug and suck each other's breasts, and finger-fuck each other. When he was good and excited, he'd clear the fingers out of one vagina and fuck it properly. His housemate Mark had nabbed a stunning young woman named Maria. When Kyle came home with Miriam, Mark was inspired to grab another hot girl after fucking her in a village. So now they had two each. They agreed they found the other one's girls hot, and agreed to swap. So each had four girls around the house to do whenever they saw fit. But they also thought of getting all six of them together and watching each other fuck the other girls. They both found that exciting. They were proud of what they had put together, and boasted of it to some of the other soldiers. They found out they were not the only ones who had had such an idea. There were other harems out there, some larger than theirs. Swaps were definitely a thing... excursions to other men's harems in return for inviting them into theirs. For the women, this wasn't what they had hoped for when they were adopted. They didn't like being sexual prizes to trade, they didn't much like the kinky stuff, they didn't like being made to be part of group sex, and they didn't like getting fucked by a dozen different men a week. But they had no choice, and they continued to be as sweet as possible. For most it was still better than being on their own. What's more, they couldn't leave. If a South soldier said a woman had to live with him and let him fuck her, she had to live with him and let him fuck her. What soon happened wasn't really surprising. Kyle and Mark's girl Miriam got pregnant. After a while she began to show. That was a novelty at first, but as her belly got larger it ruined the mood. They had to retire her from the line-up, at least long enough to have her baby. But a nursing mother also didn't have the right sort of allure they looked for in their collection. MILFs had their own charm, but women who had never given birth were generally sexier. They had tighter vaginas, for one thing. Kyle and Mark simply replaced Miriam. But they realized Lotte was special -- the key to their collection. Their opportunities for swaps would go down if Lotte got pregnant. They developed a plan. The dogs did not generally go sniffing in soldiers' houses. The assumption was that the soldiers would see to the impregnation of their women in the usual manner of fucking them regularly. But a woman could always go to a kennel to find out whether she was fertile or not. They took Lotte to the kennel when it got towards the middle of the month. If she was fertile, they took her out of the line-up temporarily. When her fertile phase had safely passed, she could join in the fun and games again, and the men could once more enjoy squirting sperm into her vagina. And what worked with Lotte would work with the others too, to minimize the need for training new girls. That way Kyle and Mark could keep their entire collection of hot girls hot without losing any to pregnancy. --------------------------------------------------------- Babies... Babies, babies, babies! The South command's plan was to produce lots of them, and it worked very well. Babies were part of the long-term plan for the South's revival, but in the short term they were needy, demanding, messy little creatures. Many soldier houses appropriated a neighboring house to serve as the nursery, to isolate themselves from all the messiness of child-rearing. That's where Miriam went. But households like Glenn's worked differently. When the babies were born they just continued to live like a nuclear family. Anna made one request, which was that when Marta got fertile again, someone other than Glenn would breed her. Glenn was happy to agree to that. Anna's mother wasn't especially hot anyway. Child care and schooling became a large part of the economy. North women were vital to the operation of the rest of the economy too, and even those adopted by a soldier had to work. As they had their babies they could take some time off but needed to return to work before long. Free childcare was part of the South command's plan. In school, all of the children learned how the evil North had bombed the innocent South, but their glorious army had prevailed, and they now rightly ruled the North, to head off any possibility of the native Northers adopting warlike ways and committing atrocities again. Their daddies were all Southers, and their mommies all Northers, but they would be raised to identify with the superior values of the more civilized South. --------------------------------------------------------- When the harsh fate that awaited North males became apparent, naturally many tried to hide, typically by staying in the woods. But infrared sensors and helicopters are powerful weapons, as are dogs, when trained for the more traditional task of tracking people. Once the South command realized the extent of the problem and addressed it with sufficient resources, they captured almost all of the fugitives, who were rewarded by assignment to the most dangerous work. When a Souther breeds a North woman the baby always shows some features of the darker South physiognomy. But now and then a few babies were born who looked like pure Northers. Sometimes there were several in one town. The South officials realized that some unsterilized North men were living among the North women in hiding. Dogs can be trained for many things, and another one of them is sniffing out adult males. Most were soon discovered and shipped off to the work camps, after some public humiliation. When the Northers understood how the purebred North babies had alerted the Southers, they tried to keep any such babies hidden. But among the lessons of school was how pure North babies were special and it was important to tell a teacher if you ever learned of the existence of one -- likely one being home-schooled. In fact no harm came to the purebred children, who were innocent, but their daddies were hunted down. --------------------------------------------------------- "Sir, there is one class of women who are not getting pregnant at the rates we would expect -- those who are concubines. The rate is lower than we would expect if they were just having sex regularly." "Is this a serious problem? How many are affected?" "It's only about one percent of the total, but what's of some concern is their characteristics. Generally it is the most attractive women who are selected as concubines, since the soldiers have so many to choose from. It would be unfortunate if the most attractive Northers were not passing their genes on to the next generation." "Oh, I see... We should address that problem. Study the issue and bring me some proposals." --------------------------------------------------------- Brian looked at Hilde and sighed. "So, the new plan is... if you don't get pregnant within a year, then they'll come find you with the dog and make you pregnant." Hilde had mixed feelings. She kind of wanted a baby, even if it was going to be a half-South baby. And while she shuddered to recall those months of getting fucked many times a day by different guys, there was that other part... she hadn't been getting any sex at all these past couple years. "Oh... I will happily find someone to do the job..." "Nah, I'm used to you. We're a couple. If you're going to have a baby, I'd like it to be my baby. So, head to one of those fertility centers, where a dog will tell you if you're fertile or not, and when it is, tell me. I'll..." He made a jerk-off motion with his hand "... and you can put it up inside yourself." Hilde thought that was a fine idea. But after five months of following that procedure there was still no baby. Brian said, "They say real sex works better... I can't tell you how disgusting a thought that is. Icky female squishy parts... But I think maybe I can get it to work." "Unnh, unnh, unnnh," said Hilde in the lowest voice she could manage. They were in total darkness. Brian was in doggy position, in the female role, Hilde was up behind him like she was doing him. She was making fucking motions with her hips. But it was her finger that was going in and out of his asshole, as she lacked the penis that is usually used in such a situation. "Come... come in me," said Brian urgently. Hilde picked up the pace and made her finger thrusts deeper and stronger, then said, "Oh, yeah!" "OK," he said. "I'll be a switch if you really want... where's that asshole?" Hilde lay back and spread her legs, guiding his cock. He was wanking it, getting more excited, and then he penetrated her vagina all at once, fast, and groaned. He had inseminated her, and that was what she wanted. She expected him to immediately withdraw and leave, but he didn't. "So, you, female... we're hoping real fucking makes the baby take. But maybe we can do more than a simple thrust and squirt. Your body wants to feel like it really got fucked, is that it? Let's see what I can do." He lay down on her, making no attempt to hold up his weight. She was squished. His hands found hers and interlocked fingers. He growled and fucked his prong in and out, even as it softened. She actually found it thrilling -- the rude grunting, the weight, the fingers... It worked. --------------------------------------------------------- The six women were sitting around chatting. Among them were three new mothers, and one who was very pregnant. The three babies were being held by the other three to give the moms a little break. All three babies had the dark coloring that indicated a South father. The pregnant woman said, "The babies are all so cute, of course, but it's just not fair! We're like slaves." One of the mothers took on a fake indignant tone, "Your men killed all our women! Of course we're going to fuck you full of OUR sperm. It's nothing compared to being killed by a nuclear bomb!" The others smiled weakly at her rendition of the familiar South story. "I didn't use any nuclear bombs myself. Why do I have to pay?" There were murmurs of assent, and the conversation turned to the indignities they had to suffer at the hands of the South. But then one of the other mothers said, "But... How did you feel when you heard the North armies had invaded the South and made lots of gains? When it looked like we were going to win?" That silenced the others. They all knew that not one voice had been raised in defense of the poor Southers. As long as it was the enemy suffering, it was fine. Now it was the Northers themselves, it was terribly unfair. A baby started fussing, and his mother reached for him and offered him a breast, which soon quieted him down. "You know what's kind of funny, though... Karl and I were married five years. Sex all the time. Always hoping for a baby, but every month my period came. Sex in the middle of the month wasn't fun, it was a chore. He gets called up for reserve duty and off he goes. So a few months later, the Southers bust in, the dog goes straight for my privates. This guy bends me over the table, shoves it in like three times before he's finished and pulls out. Didn't even get in halfway, I'd say. And nine months later I've got Klaus." Another spoke. "I wanted another baby but Friedrich said no. Said little Andrea was enough and we couldn't afford another. So Friedrich's killed, and sure I miss him... but now I've got Sofia. And we don't exactly live like kings, but the Southers make sure we all have enough to get by. "I got a letter from David the other day. So he's still alive. Can't say much because the censors won't let it through, but he's alive." "It's terrible my Friedrich's dead, but I can see it's easier in some ways. You have no idea if David will ever come back. And you have no idea if Stefan's alive or not." The others nodded. They'd thought the same thing themselves, but it was impolite for them to suggest that having a dead husband was in some ways better. "You know what I heard from Gretchen? She's probably too old to have a baby -- it's not likely, I'd say. So when the dog was coming it was gonna be for her daughter Annelise, who's got five kids and doesn't want any more. So Gretchen says, "Quick, give me some stuff from your parts, maybe they'll go for me instead! So Annelise does, juices right there from pussy to pussy. The dog goes straight to Annelise, who gets nailed by two of the Southers and now she's expecting. But the dog also goes for Gretchen, and the guys do her too. She said she really didn't think it would keep them away from Annelise, but she hadn't been fucked in years, and missed it. Can you imagine that?" "Yeah, I can," said one. "And since they'd just done Annelise, maybe they lasted more than ten seconds." They all laughed. They heard an approaching car. They heard a door slam. They heard a dog bark. Soon there was a banging on the door. One of the women who wasn't holding a baby rushed to open it -- if you didn't open it promptly, it was likely to get smashed in. The dog made a beeline for the crotch of Friedrich's widow. No doubt. With a few murmured curses, she handed her baby off and followed the soldier into the next room. They heard him grunting, and even heard him saying she was a fine piece of ass so he wanted to make it last. They heard his male groan of release, along with a few curse words. And so Andrea and Sofia soon had a little brother. And three more siblings later, as the years went by. One light child and five dark ones. --------------------------------------------------------- It was a pretty small village. The Southers and their dogs didn't make it there too often. All the Southers allocated to a tiny village like that was one dog and one guy. They'd had a visit maybe twice a month for two years -- it was irregular. Bianca's two best friends had both gotten pregnant, sniffed out by a sensitive canine snout, raped by a stiff South prick, impregnated by the production of South balls. The dogs had never sniffed Bianca "in that way". Once the soldier had fucked her anyway, because he'd made the long trip and there were no fertile vaginas, and he wanted to at least get some ass for his trouble. She was sort of flattered, kind of, that she was the one he chose. But that was months ago. "You're so lucky!" the others said to her. "Not being treated like a brood mare. Not having to have the foreigners' baby." But the truth was, she wanted a baby. These dark babies were all as cute as any other. They had no idea they were the product of rape, a consequence of geopolitical events. They were just wonderful little babies. But the South command had made a plan for young women like her who lived in tiny towns or out in the country. She arranged to go into town for some errands. There was a hotel there, and a dog nearby that went down that street every day. So the deal was that if the dog sniffed you out so you could get bred, your hotel stay was free! Up to ten days. They figured a girl ought to know when her fertile period was going to be within ten days. Later, as the South realized that some fertile wombs in rural areas were going unfilled, they made a few such hotel visits each year a requirement for girls who didn't get pregnant by some other means. Sure enough, on the second morning Bianca was there, the dog led the soldier right to her room and she got fucked. A couple other soldiers came in a few minutes later and fucked her too. The first one had said she was hot, and as the others were ditching their trousers and exposing their growing cocks, they said with a leer that he hadn't led them astray. So Bianca got her baby. She could even tell as soon as the baby came out which one was the daddy -- the third guy who had done her. The resemblance was unmistakable. --------------------------------------------------------- This expedition was done with a truck, not just a jeep. When they found a fertile woman, they didn't fuck her in place as they usually did, but led her to the truck. When they had a dozen fertile women, they headed to the military rest home. The soldiers explained that their job was to help one of the disabled South vets father a child. The North woman who supervised the hospital led them on a tour. "Anthony is blind and deaf, but his junk seems to work fine -- he masturbates often enough." The director helped Anthony stand, and the fertile North woman lay on the bed, skirt up, panties down, and legs spread. When the director helped Anthony feel what was there in front of him, he grinned, took off his shorts, and gave her a quick fuck, culminating in an ejaculation up inside her, right where it would do the job. "Stuart isn't right in the head, he can be kind of violent," said the director. But when he saw a pussy presented for the taking, he smirked and got right to business. No violence involved, except the routine sexual violence that was protected by law and encouraged by the South command. "Mark might be a challenge," said the director. "He can't stand up. But he can get it up, can't you Mark?" "Yes," said the invalid. Eyeing one woman in particular, the director said, "You look energetic, and you're sexier than most. What do you think, Mark, is she sexy enough?" "Oh, yeah!" "Go impale yourself and see if you can make him come inside you." The woman mostly succeeded in stifling an expression of distaste and did as she was ordered. "Oh, wow," said Mark. "Oh, that's great... a little faster, honey, just like that... Ahhhh!" "You get to be a daddy, Mark, isn't that great?" He looked very cheerful. Life as a disabled veteran was often pretty grim, but this was definitely a bright spot. The director explained the situation to one man with a face that was seriously disfigured by burns. "What do you think is most likely to get you to come, Brian?" "Blow job," he said in his halting speech. "Sixty-nine!" So he had a chance to look at, smell, and lick a fertile North pussy, while she gave him head. It took a while, but he groaned as he came in her mouth. They all then watched the woman do her duty, spitting the creamy mix into her left palm, and with her right index finger, transferring the stuff to her pussy. The director said, "Let me help you with that so you get it in far enough," and roughly pulled the woman's inner labia wide apart. She winced briefly, but continued to transfer the stuff from palm to vagina, every last bit of it. --------------------------------------------------------- The years passed. In less than a year opinion turned against public torture of the North leaders. Instead, the three deemed most culpable were executed and the other dozen had their sentences commuted to life in prison. Women began gaining a few rights. Within a year of the conquest, soldiers could no long steal from them. The women had rights to tangible property -- though their bodies and reproductive choices still belonged entirely to the Southers. Other improvements came with the advent of careful record-keeping. The government issued a photo ID to certain women which meant they were off-limits to soldiers, and could not be fucked unless they consented. North women who did their jobs especially well and showed loyalty to the new order could get such an ID -- but they still had to manage to get pregnant within a year or the privilege would be revoked. Some few were given total control over their own reproduction. The ones with the most managerial talent usually chose to remain childless, and that suited the South government fine. They could contribute more to society with their brains than with their reproductive parts. In time these perks were handed out more generously. A woman who had given birth to fourteen children could earn an ID. Later the number dropped to ten, and eventually to four. A woman over age 45 could get an ID as well. The ability to choose on her own how to get pregnant within a year was made available to more and more women. The soldiers' ability to fuck any woman they met disappeared slowly. There were always quite a few women available. Serious law-breaking was punished by a prison term, but lesser infractions by work reassignment. For the more attractive ones, the work they were reassigned to included being freely available to any horny South soldier who was in the mood. --------------------------------------------------------- The North was full of children. Most were under the age of ten and had the mixed coloring indicating a South father and a North mother. Certain areas in the South were now deemed fit for human habitation. Cancer rates and birth defects would be somewhat higher than usual, but the elevated risk was judged acceptable. North mothers and children moved to those areas, along with older North women with grown children and a few South veterans to keep them in line -- and keep impregnating the women. Before they moved in, the North males who had been rebuilding the communities were moved out. There was still to be no mixing between adult North males and any females. Word had leaked out about how all the North males who could walk at the time of the conquest had been sterilized. Now approaching the age of puberty was a whole crop of children of mixed parentage. What to do with them? There was no doubt that the girls would retain their fertility, but what about the boys? In some cases, the boys had been raised by South soldiers as their own sons. Their fathers cared about their prospects, and so there was pressure to let them grown up, marry, and father children in the usual way. But on the other hand, memory was still strong among the South veterans of the war and the genocidal nuclear attacks. A gene pool that was half North and half South was not good enough for them. They wanted to create a population that was more like 75% South. Some would not have stopped until every last North gene was culled from the population, but of course that was impractical. A compromise was reached: each South soldier could designate up to two boys to be exempt from sterilization. But all the others underwent the painless procedure where a lump of radioactive metal was held near their testicles for a few seconds. There was also the momentous decision to unify the two countries into a single one, to be known of course as South. There were no longer two distinct populations or cultures, but only one. This might be more than 50% South in genetic heritage, but in culture it was far less clear. While the South had been in charge of school curriculum, it was North mothers, babysitters and teachers who had raised all the children, in the process transmitting their own ideas and cultural practices. --------------------------------------------------------- A high command is always composed of fairly old men. The South command groomed successors from among the younger officers. Common soldiers could also move into positions of responsibility. While military force was important, the high command also had the job of running an entire country, so a variety of skills were important. A corps of North women who had proven their loyalty served in many key positions. Eventually the sons born after the conquest would fill the ranks of military and police. The concept of South soldiers impregnating North women had its natural limits. Of course the soldiers got old and eventually died. Some lost interest in sexual activity long before that. Those who were most strongly in favor of extending the South genetic contribution to the future embarked on a project of filling up sperm banks. In time, the dogs were accompanied not by South veterans but by North women with refrigerators containing semen samples. Once the dog had identified the fertile woman, she got her dose of sperm delivered by syringe rather than wildly pistoning penis. So one by one the South men died or lost the ability to produce sperm. The South gene pool could keep fathering children from the sperm bank, but when that ran out, there would be no choice but to return to the normal system of reproduction. There had to be a supply of non-sterilized males of reproductive age at that point. The first ones were the sons of South soldiers who had been spared from sterilization. Women of fertile age still outnumbered them by a factor of ten, so they still had to continue the tradition of inseminating many women. But in time sterilization of boys ceased and the society returned to more traditional patterns. --------------------------------------------------------- Yolande had been just a girl of six when the conquest happened. All her older male relatives disappeared. Her young brothers and the little neighbor boys were taken off to work camps when they reached the age of seven. But the town was filled with a flood of new babies, babies of a brown color that had rarely been seen in the North before. Yolande's mother had prepared her for the fate that awaited her. As she began to develop sexually, her mother told her of how it would go. At some point a dog would sniff at the door, the South soldier accompanying him would demand entry, and the soldier would have quick sex and make her pregnant. Her mother recommended she stretch her vagina in advance to make a little better the one aspect of the situation they had any control over. She got her period, and had several and the dogs didn't come. Her mother explained that the dogs sensed ovulation itself and that girls usually started out with some periods that didn't follow ovulation -- just to get the machinery in working order, she supposed. The soldier who bred her when she was 15 was very business-like. She would almost have preferred if he had been mean, as it would have been a more personal connection. Instead the cock went in, thrust in and out for thirty seconds, and the soldier gave her his little blob of sticky seed to start her baby. His total emotional contribution to the mating act was a little "Aaahhhh!" as he came. So she had given birth to a fine little boy with dark features when she was 16. A few months later a dog had sniffed her again and she was pregnant, and found herself nursing a big boy and a little girl at the same time. Now she was 21, with three children. She was dreading the next time her smell gave her away and she would get knocked up again. Wham, bam, splat. All around her there were females covering the entire spectrum of age. As for males, there were the soldiers, and there were very few of them. They were busy and except for insemination, their only interest was in the bombshells. And while she was attractive enough, she was no bombshell. There were also the little North boys, but they were whisked away as soon as they reached age 7. But now there was something new. Some of those post-conquest dark-colored boys were reaching age 12 and 13. You could see them enter puberty. A few of them were well along. That guy Ethan... At just fourteen a few of the mothers seduced him. He had fucked half a dozen of them. They reported he was no great lover, but he loved sex and was truly appreciative of the women who let him fuck them. And while it wasn't much, it was the first male attention any of them had -- aside from the inseminating grunts of the conquering enemy. It was the first time they had chosen a partner and said, "You may," while also being able to say, "You may not" and have it respected. But after sowing his oats, Ethan seemed to be a one-woman kind of guy, and he had settled in with Katrina, the lucky woman. She pampered and spoiled him. Ethan's mother thought it was kind of amusing, though she mused about a trade. Maybe she should have waited until some other woman's boy was 14 and swapped. Ethan for the other woman, her boy for him. But boys didn't work like that. The South army collectively owned all the women. Individual South soldiers might own individual women. But mothers didn't own their sons. Then there was Gustav. He was about to turn 14, though he wasn't developing very fast. He seemed kind of shy and awkward. Yolande knew boys got their sexual urges before their bodies were fully ready. She made her move. He didn't know at first what she wanted of him, and was afraid he was just going to make fun of him. So she had to get right to the point of saying she was offering him sex. Even then he thought it might be a joke. But when he beheld her flat on her back, naked, her woman's crotch exposed for his view, he got the picture. She noticed that while his balls were pretty big, his penis was not. But it got stiff, and he got it into her pussy, and ten seconds later he gave a little cry that had to be orgasm. He thought that was a whole lot of fun, and she told him he could do that any time. So he did it again, right then. And again ten minutes later. Over the course of a couple months, Yolande got to watch his cock grow -- of course she saw it grow from flaccid to erect, but she also saw the erect size grow from week to week. That felt more satisfying. He learned to last longer. He actually wanted to know what would make it good for her. He said he'd heard about oral sex and would she mind if he tried? She'd never had any oral sex, but... oh dear, she found she loved it. She came that way regularly, and when she was in afterglow, it was pleasant to have her pussy stuffed with cock, and hear the owner having a terrific time and then coming inside her. He was sterile, of course, so he wouldn't actually be starting her baby. But she had a lover! Most women her age didn't have lovers. But while the outgoing Ethan had turned out to be a one-woman sort of guy, the shy and awkward Gustav found new confidence from sex. Girls develop faster than boys, and the girls his age were rapidly getting interested in sex -- and with no full-grown men to divide their attention, they were interested in boys his age. When he asked if they'd like to fuck, they mostly said yes. He, the experienced male, ate them out if they were willing, but in any case fucked them solidly and relieved himself inside their vaginas. He was open about this with Yolande, and while it was nothing personal, he just had too much other fucking to do to spend much time with her. It was not good timing from her point of view when she heard the barking, then the panting, then the toenails on the floor and then felt dog snout sniffing her crotch. It was followed by the inevitable seeding from a South soldier. From dog bark to retreating soldierly footsteps had been a total of ten minutes. She was pregnant again. These girls and boys had no models of what couples were like. Their mothers all lived without men in their lives and popped out babies, one after the other. Some of the other boys were willing to fuck girls, but Gustav was good in bed, with his magic tongue, and he became a very desirable commodity. The other mothers weren't shy either, and Gustav happily fucked them too. He even did Ekaterina, who was 50 years old! The society began to discover female jealousy. If any girl got mad at Gustav, he just shrugged and walked away. There were plenty of other lovely pussies to fuck, and the females who got satisfaction from him kept their mouths shut about any emotional discomfort they might have felt. Gustav sampled the vaginas of MILFs and thought they were great. He tried out a few from curious girls who weren't quite mature yet, and no matter how much he licked first, penetration was just too tight to be comfortable. But the ones that were just right were the girls a little older than him, with that alluring hot wetness of the mature female, with vaginas that were tight from end to end, not yet bent out of shape by a baby's head coming through the other way. And yet the ratios changed as more boys came into their maturity. They still had many women and girls to choose from, but those girls and women could be a bit more picky. Yolande would love all her children equally, of course. But the soldier who had fucked her pregnant that last time had been funny-looking, and the little girl that popped out nine months later was also funny-looking, in the same way. The news had just come out that a woman with several children was only subject to forced insemination if she had gone a year without being pregnant. If she took it upon herself to get pregnant in the interim, she could choose the daddy. There weren't any soldiers stationed nearby, and she could hardly see herself trying to pick one from a line-up in a garrison town. But there were those few boys -- the fertile ones, whose fathers had spared their testicles from the sterilizing radiation. Sometimes the men protected the boys but then dumped the mothers in favor of a younger girl. One such mother had moved to their village with her son Hans, and he was starting to go through puberty. Just how soon he would start producing viable sperm was another question. His mother was eager to have grandchildren. It was easy enough for her to take his off-jackings and look at them under a microscope. First nothing but fluid, then a few scraggly looking little wrigglers, and then, suddenly a flood of them -- the microscope slide almost coming alive with their thrashings. The problem was, Hans wasn't a very attractive specimen, really. Not tall, not handsome, not especially smart. But then there was Johann, who was in the next village over. A year younger, he was everything Hans was not -- handsome, graceful, athletic, smart. He was the eldest son of Glenn and Anna, who had moved from the big town to this smaller village not long before. Anna soon saw the sperm thrashing around on the microscope slide, and showed it to a few upstanding citizens who agreed on what they had seen. Along with his other good qualifies, the women liked that they got to choose Johann rather than being bred against their will. And he was also half-North. It's a natural human tendency for people to want there to be more of people like them. And Johann was half-North, unlike the soldiers who were all pure South. For his part, Glenn's interest in impregnating expeditions had waned considerably, and he was devoted to his family. He still bred attractive women who asked for it if they suited his fancy, but there was far more interest than he could accommodate. Johann had been having fun fucking around like other boys his age, sampling girls right on the cusp, older girls, and grown women. Now his mother explained what was so very special about him, and how he owed it to his people to start lots of babies. He wasn't sure about the obligation part, but the idea of starting babies sounded good anyway. But to be efficient he would need a dog. The official South breeding program provided dogs only to soldiers. But the training techniques were not very difficult, and a bootleg industry grew up in the North of training dogs according the same method. The market was boys like Johann -- or their mothers. Glenn didn't mind the idea of having lots of grandchildren. So with his new dog Rover, Johann tried going around the village. Sure enough, his dog found fertile females. But unlike when the South army dogs came sniffing, no one had to let him in and no one had to let him mate with them. Some did, but others felt it was just too reminiscent of the traumatic method the South soldiers had used to impregnate them with no consideration of their wishes. And even if it happened rarely, Johann didn't like looking at some attractive female and being told his sexual attentions were not wanted. However, there was a much simpler method. All he had to do was stay home with Rover, and the women and girls would flock to him. Rover would screen them for true fertility, and Anna would screen them according to whatever criteria she might have, but pretty often a fertile female appeared in Johann's mating room, and he would fuck her pregnant. If she was hot he might luxuriate in a full half hour of fucking before dispensing a blob of his potent sperm. Otherwise it could be quite a quick affair. When it came to insemination, he could be as fast as any South soldier. Wham, bam, splat. A healthy young stud just coming into his own could easily do 8 females a day. At that rate, he might have only a little curd of sperm for the later ones, but it was usually enough. One drop teeming with his wrigglers could do the job. Anna was upset that there were sometimes twenty women hoping to bear her grandchildren and her son only had what it took to start eight in one day. The eggs would not last very long, and then -- an opportunity wasted. So she insisted that first thing in the morning, Johann jerk off into a little cup and hand it to her. She would then dispense the precious fluid to however many women had shown up for the purpose. Each would lie back and spread her vagina as wide as possible. His mother would dip the tip of her finger in Johann's seed and then slip it inside the waiting woman. For a healthy young woman whose fertility was certified in advance by Rover, only the tiniest amount of sperm was needed. A single droplet has thousands of sperm in it, and when released into a fertile vagina, they follow the well-worn paths that their spermy forebears had followed to take their place in the circle of life. Johann still got to fuck eight women and girls the usual way, and a direct injection was slightly more effective, and more fun and emotionally satisfying than a touch of his mother's finger. When he realized how many babies he was creating from his mother's technique, he also figured he could just fuck whoever he wanted, fertile or not. He picked a girl Alma, his age, to be his regular partner who he could sleep with every night and inseminate whenever he felt like it (she always felt like it). She understood from the start that he would fuck several other women a day, and was fine with that. A real, adult male to sleep with every night was still beyond the wildest dreams of most females. --------------------------------------------------------- Eventually, the world would return to normal. Instead of a nation ruled by the high command of the South army, democracy would emerge, first at the level of villages and states, and eventually on the national stage. South veterans would increasingly be found in old age homes. Somewhat later, pure-blooded North women would become elderly and gradually disappear. A few pure-blooded North men would linger in labor camps, though through rough treatment most would have died much earlier. Society would instead be dominated by those who were the product of a North mother and a South father -- his identity typically unknown. And these people would form an ordinary human society, with a notable past. The South history books would say that after the North obliterated the South with nuclear weapons, South soldiers nonetheless conquered the North, and as a form of retribution or justice fathered the entirety of one generation of children, and part of the next. And that sounded reasonable to most people, who all had a mix of North and South ancestry. When accurate genetic testing was introduced several decades later, people had fun locating their cousins. People had a LOT of cousins. Many South soldiers had fathered hundreds of children, and even the North women frequently had had 12 or 15 babies. --------------------------------------------------------- Glenn and Anna grew old together. Anna took delight in their 14 children and 112 grandchildren who were part of the family -- and was happy knowing there were thousands who bore their genes by way of Johann who they would never know. The two grandparents each belonged to a class that was rare enough that people would sometimes remark on them to their children -- see, a pure South, see how dark he is? And her, a pure North! That golden hair! They sat together on the love seat on the broad wooden porch, surveying a lovely summer evening. "You think about how things were, way back when?" said Glenn. "Sure, all the time," said Anna. "And how they might have been." "If there hadn't been the war and the Holocaust?" "Yeah. You know, my mother always said she never knew a North husband in the old days who was as nice to a woman as you are to me." "Yeah, lots of the guys said I was a pushover and a wuss. But I've done things the way I wanted. They had women who obeyed them, but not who loved them." "Oh, I do love you, dear! These people... all our children and the others. Don't you think they look great? Better than either of us?" "No one looks better than you," said Glenn. "Oh, you know what I mean. They're so... vibrant." "Something called 'hybrid vigor' I read about. And of course in the next generation, we see more variety, some lighter like the Norths, some darker like the Souths." "Yeah, why is that?" "Something to do with genetics." They held hands and looked out. They were visiting one of their daughters and her family and they could hear them preparing the evening meal. "No chance North and South will ever fight again. I guess that's one way to look at it... My father and mother, dying in nuclear blasts. Your father, living his life in misery in a work camp. Your mother... the lucky one of the four, I guess. How old was she when she had her last baby?" "Georg? She was 52." "And she died of the complications. But compared to the other three... five children in all. With no war she would have just had you." "And... it's easy to forget all the work, but I love children. And I got to have fourteen of them. And they were needed to help fill the South. We had a job to do. My mother said in her generation people wondered what the point was sometimes." "And we found that nuclear radiation doesn't cause as many problems as people thought. Things are pretty good down here in the South now." "You raped me when I was fourteen, when I had no idea what sex was. You, and three of your buddies ... And I'm so glad you did. And that's a part of the story of what the times were like." "Yeah, we've lived through some dark times. And done our part to make things brighter again." "Grandma, grandpa, dinner's ready!" said a small girl appearing in the doorway. "Remember what the doctor said, Glenn. No sweet desserts for you!" "Yeah," he murmured, then said softly, "I'm looking forward to licking some sweet pussy later." Anna smiled and said, "And I'll have plenty of appetite to lick some sweet cock." Glenn hadn't been able to get hard or have an orgasm for a couple years now, but he still loved to feel Anna's mouth on him. Anna could still have orgasms sometimes, and he was happy to do his bit to give them to her. ============================================================ What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.