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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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."

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"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.

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"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!

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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