My Life before Norway

I’m a completely misunderstood person. You might be curious about what’s going on right now. It’s 2057, and I’m at the peak of my life. I’m in the home of a matriarch. Another matriarch, Haldis Nyborg, recommended me to this woman, Osmine. At this moment, she has me pinned down, my hands above my head, my mouth gagged as I fight against her relentless thrusts. I’m filling her up with my spunk for the fifth time. This is my life right now. I’m having sex with a wild, sex-driven she-wolf of a matriarch. A primal creature of desire. I really hope she doesn’t get pregnant. Better not to dwell on that. I’ve already knocked up two other women. Right now, I’m being “broken in” and “trained” to be a compliant breeder. These women are just as big and almost as strong. A slip of muscle relaxant in my tea makes me weak as she asserts her dominance. This was meant to be a vacation, not a draft. Now it’s my second home. I was given some land to build my new place and managed to set up a European headquarters for my dad’s company to push our goals forward. It’s been two weeks since my Ogre Max upgrade to keep me from running out. That was a suggestion from my newly acquired wife, Nora, and a gift from my wild airship commander wife, Vorin.

It was only a few of months ago that I was heading to Europe, to Norway, to catch up with an acquaintance, Reggie Blackwood. Our relationship was friendly enough. We made a few deals here and there. That’s where he met up with another associate, the Muckerman Nightmare. A human trafficker from the underworld and a real piece of work, but the guy knew how to tempt me with some bad habits. But I’m getting off track; the real reason was to meet another friend, Povel Viregg. He’s a bit high-strung, but he had his eye on my wife, Claire. She came along on my vacation to escape Neo Dixie. I’m still questioning why we chose Norway over London. The people there seem a lot friendlier.

I ran into Vieregg in Neo Dixie. We were part of a joint rescue mission to rescue some prisoners of war (or hucows, as the locals put it) from these slave farms. I've gotten pretty used to this lawless territory filled with clueless confederates. It seems they still haven't grasped why slavery was abolished the first time. Stupid locals and their liberal policies. Nothing good ever comes from those liberal progressive agendas. Anyway, we managed to rescue a whole bunch of foreign women from captivity. Apparently, Carter and a bunch of hucow slavers had a blast capturing and humiliating these women. The whole separation from the union again stems from a weak education system and a complete disregard for history. Why these fools think it would work this time is anyone's guess. After we rescued the women, we arranged for them to be transported north for physical and psychological care, since the facilities were mostly wrecked by the bombings.

Some of them were pretty out of it, but we did our best to help with their issues. Vieregg and his team expressed their gratitude for all the assistance in getting them out. He even invited me to Norway sometime for a reunion and some fun. While I was debriefing Vieregg and his crew, I was flooded with memories of Neo Dixie from years ago. It used to be a lively place with bustling cities and rich culture. But beneath all that glitz was a dark, corrupt underbelly. There were sexy, thick girl soldiers, both enslaved and free, clad in heavy gold armor, ready to strip and have their way with you at any moment. Sometimes, I found myself on the receiving end of some girls' advances.

I met a girl named Claire on a train to Atlanta from Cincinnati. We couldn't take our eyes off each other. She was my escort during all my business dealings, keeping the other soldiers at bay. There was some sort of code among them. But it was during those train rides that we really got to know each other. She was a real firecracker. We spent the entire 11 hours going at it, completely lost in each other. She was a warrior and knew how to navigate a train car. Each encounter was about establishing dominance. Most of the time, I came out on top of these encounters, but her DOLL-3 evened the playing field and pinned me a few times. That led to our first child. I left the kid with my father, Alistair, who never stopped complaining about wanting grandkids. Honestly, I had no idea that moment would kick off a whole mess of events—some I could steer, some way out of my hands.

It all started when my girlfriend, Claire, asked me to take care of her and smuggle her sister, Gina, up North. She wanted Gina out, away from all the political chaos and misery. Gina had it rough. The regime forced her into being both a soldier and a lab rat for the DOLL-3 experiments. She was denied sex for ages and could never act on her urges. That turned her mean and hard, all her longing bottled up and twisting her into a cruel soldier.

As soon as I got her out and onto that train, she looked at me like I was dinner. What happened next wasn’t exactly romantic—she basically jumped me and didn’t let up for eleven hours straight. I didn’t even try to fight her off. The look in her eyes said it all; she was letting years of stress and hunger pour out onto me. Honestly, I'd rather it be me than some poor stranger.

Afterward, she crashed hard and slept like a log at my place in Cincinnati. From that union, she gave me two sons—Elias and Eliam. A cold dread crept up on me. I had no clue how to explain this to Claire. When I finally saw her again, she gave me this look and said she understood, but not to forget about her. Her sister, she said, wasn’t thinking right—she needed sex to clear her head. Of course, that did not slow down or need to have primal sex with each other.

Turns out, We didn’t stop at two boys. She gave birth to five more sons. That’s when Lisa, her twin, caught wind of everything. She’d heard all about my thing with Claire and Gina and decided she wanted a piece of the action too. Lisa was a whirlwind, living down in Savannah with her mother, Donna. She’d been through the DOLL-3 stuff herself, but instead of a soldier, she worked as a prostitute. I met her at her mom’s place, and Donna watched me like a hawk, eyeing her prey. Honestly, Lisa had me wrapped around her finger from the start. I was this clueless, wide-eyed guy, just hoping to spark something she’d already decided was gone. Lisa—always up to something—set her sights on me. She played it cool, asked about her sisters, acted like she cared, but it was obvious what she wanted. I tried to keep my distance, but she managed to sneak into my room at night. Before I knew it, things got wild between us. She just wanted what her sisters had—a baby of her own. Her mom, Donna, actually pushed her to go after it.

Lisa had the DOLL-3 gene complex in her DNA, which made things even more intense, while her mom only had the DOLL-2 gene complex. None of that really changed what happened next: both of them started visiting me at night. Once it was all over, I left Savannah behind and headed back north, stopping in Atlanta before settling in Cincinnati.

A couple of years passed, and I married Claire. Our relationship really grew during those long train rides—we talked, laughed, got to know each other in ways I never expected. Sometimes I’d take her north to see her sister Gina, who was still recovering. The DOLL-3 gene complex hit Gina hard—she needed a lot of sex. I did my best, but honestly, I was running on empty, probably because Claire kept me pretty busy. But Gina still needed attention, and I tried to keep up.

After a few years helping Gina deal with her DOLL-3 stuff, she packed up and went south to join Lisa in this underground group called the Steel Rose Collective. Honestly, people had lost all faith in the government. Things were falling apart. The hucow farms weren’t really hiding anymore, and everyone knew it was just a matter of time before another pointless, brutal war kicked off. This time, it was foreign invaders from Europe—Neo Nordic fascists out of Imperial Norway. Their forces led by commander Modgunn Wold, the right hand of their tyrant Svanhild Hvidsten. I never met commander Modgunn, never even saw her, but her name alone seemed to scare people.

They bombed our cities without mercy, kept everyone on edge, and—this is the twisted part—forced men into carrying the next generation of fascists. Neo Dixie didn’t just take it, though. They hit back, hard, sending their armies right at the Imperial invaders. If you got captured, you ended up fighting for your life in a pit, just for someone else’s entertainment. If you happened to be good-looking, things were even worse: you’d get turned into a hucow, or shoved into prostitution or porn. These dictators were sick.

Somehow, Donna and Lisa stayed out of the worst of it. Gina and Claire? No chance. They were fighters, and there’s no way they’d sit on the sidelines watching strangers tear up their country.

You’re probably wondering what the Northern US was doing while all this went down. From where we stood, joining in made no sense. Both sides were monsters—nobody deserved our help or respect. For me, though, the war turned into an opportunity. I ran weapons into Neo Dixie, sold armored trucks to the Norwegians. Business was booming. People judged me for it, but honestly, if I could help both sides tear each other apart and keep the North out of the mess, I’d call that a win.

Of course, supply lines were always a problem. Stretching a war far from home drains your resources fast, and both sides tried burning up anything useful, hoping to starve out their enemies. That’s just how it was. Honestly, both of them stuck out—outsiders, really, especially after their little coup. Supplies were tight all around: food, weapons, ammo, you name it. The government just watched from the sidelines, jotting down every scrap of intel while the rest of us scrambled to survive.

That’s when I met Vieregg, his wife Idun (tough as nails), and their She-wolf commander—couldn’t miss her attitude. The rest of their crew? Total blanks in my memory. They told me they were heading out to rescue someone—some girl tied to a bigshot official. I knew my way around Neo Dixie, so we traded tips to help them track her down. Funny twist: that “important girl” turned out to be Nora, who ended up marrying me.

During the war Neo Dixie turned into a mess—Imperial soldiers everywhere, rounded up and forced into hucow slavery. Gina and Claire started a liberation front, busting those POWs out of bondage. We crossed paths with Vieregg again; his wife and crew had ended up enslaved on Carter Evans’ farm. We pulled off a rescue and took them north for debriefing. Meanwhile, Gina and Claire stuck around, freeing more captives and tearing down those hucow farms.

Vieregg asked me to check on the girls once things cooled off. I did—just took a couple of years. That "little vacation" landed me in an Imperial Inquisition sex dungeon, locked in with their matriarch for a marathon session. The new Matriarch, Haldis Nyborg, is something else—beautiful, cruel, and now my mistress. She’s got this dark obsession with me. I knocked her up, which, honestly, didn’t surprise anyone. She even wanted to put her daughter’s new boyfriend through the wringer—guess she wanted to see if I measured up.