Free Country - Infiltrating Freedom

He didn't ask many difficult questions. My past was easy enough because we'd planned our cover story, and saying 'I don't remember' seemed to be acceptable for some childhood questions. It was more difficult talking about military service. I told the truth about the skills I had learned in basic training, and that the commanders and officers regularly used me for sexual pleasure, like all the other attractive recruits. It was harder to lie and say that I'd left the military after the mandatory stage, where in truth I'd signed on for a career. I had to make up stories on the spot about trying to find work in a bakery after my military service and how it hadn't worked out because I'd been caught stealing bread.

There was one question that really stuck with me.

"If you were an object, what would you be?"

My mouth answered before I could think of the cover story.

"I'd be a knife."

"Interesting" he said, writing it down carefully. "A knife is a dangerous weapon, but also an invaluable tool. But it doesn't act on it's own. It must be used by someone else. For good, or for bad, it must be used by someone else. Do you enjoy being used?"

I gave a fluff answer about not being sure and maybe he was overthinking, but I knew we had accidentally touched something true.

I did enjoy being used by others. I enjoyed when others told me what to do and when to do it. After my mandatory service, I'd stayed in the army partly because I loved it when an army officer told me to lift up my skirt and pull down my panties. This was exactly who I was, deep inside. I was a woman who loved to be used.

There weren't any more deep questions, and finally, the interview finished. It was late by now. Probably about 11pm or even midnight. As Janice escorted me back to my room, I saw hardly anyone in the corridors. But most rooms had the noises of sex. Either the rhythmic bounce of bedsprings or just general moans and skin slapping skin. This place wasn't very good at soundproofing! I had a suspicion that was deliberate.

Janice was still talking about sex as we travelled, telling me about her boyfriend in the army here, and how she can't wait to have him inside her arsehole again, though she'd need to wait a few days as he was out on patrol. It was weird and even offputting to hear someone talking so openly and honestly about sex. I was happy to finally find the hotel bedroom and wish her 'goodnight'. She asked if I wanted her to come in with Bogdan and I, but I politely refused, suggesting we needed sleep. Since neither of us outright said 'sex' it wasn't breaking free-use by refusing her offer.

Bogdan was already under the covers of the main bed, but with a huge erection and the TV remote in his hands. Whatever he had been watching, he'd turned it off in a hurry. I got into the bed beside him without a word, and took the remote out of his hands. I moved my head to his, and kissed his lips gently. His hands moved around my body under the bedsheets, and my hands too, moved around him. I found his hard cock, my hand automatically curling around it.

His hand moved to between my legs, soon began making small circles around my clit. I realised then, that this was the first time we were touching each other. We'd been naked together for twenty-four hours. I'd watched him idly stroking himself during Tamara's videos on free-use. I'd seen him licking the pussy then fucking the Asian girl beside him. He'd probably seen the old Indian father fucking me from behind.

But this was the first moment we'd actually touched. And it was magical.

Our bodies moved almost on their own, and moments later I was lying flat on the bed, my legs open, and Bogdan was above me, his cock slowly pushing itself into my wet pussy, burying it's large head deep into me. Our mouths almost never stopped kissing, his tongue dancing in my mouth as his cock danced inside my cunt. When his thrusts began to get longer and slower, I wrapped myself around him and rolled both of us over, so his back was on the bed instead of mine. The bed-covers had moved away just by the rhythm and movement of our love-making. I leaned up and moved the position of my legs, all the while keeping his big cock inside me. Now I was riding him. A position I'd never tried before. Now I was on top. I was the one in power. I loved controlling the speed power of our union, sometimes going quickly, other times slowing it down so every thrust was careful and controlled. Bogdan's hands came up and squeezed my breasts as I rose up and down on his cock.

He looked deep into my eyes, and I knew exactly what he was saying. I leant back down to his face, and kissed him passionately as his orgasm erupted, the cum shooting deep inside my pussy.

Eventually, I climbed back off him, and made a short trip to the bathroom. Then I curled up in the bed beside him, and imagined what life might be like if we had been born here. If we were boyfriend and girlfriend in this crazy, sex filled world. I imagined that Bogdan loved me. And in that thought, I fell asleep.

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BOGDAN

We fucked again in the morning. I finally got to taste with my mouth how sweet Marina's pussy tasted. It was not an epic, long session, but we both seemed to enjoy it. After I came inside her pussy, she went into the shower for a long time. Then it was my turn to get clean and fresh. We left the room together for the breakfast meal in the communal area.

We were one of the first to arrive, and sat with our large selection of breakfast foods. Things didn't seem as urgent as yesterday. Before, we ate as if this was food for a president's birthday. A special, rare event. Now we were eating like it was just a normal meal. After finishing, we just sat in the dining area, watching the other men and women arrive for Breakfast.

"Excuse me?" A man approached Marina. He appeared in his late thirties. A semi-erect cock between his legs and the rest of his body in good physical shape. He had a white ribbon around his arm, just like me. His left hand held a small suitcase, and he spoke with a slightly Italian accent.

"Yes?" asked Marina.

"Can you give me a blowjob?" he asked her, without any shame or hesitation. "I've got an important meeting in about five minutes and I don't want to be like this or I'll be distracted the whole time."

Marina looked first at me, and then at the man's face, before finally at his cock. "Um...OK?"

She moved away from the breakfast table we'd been sitting on together and knelt down in front of him. With just a moment's hesitation, she took his cock into her warm mouth.

"Oh, that feels good" he said, and it took me a moment to realise he was addressing me! "Is she your wife? Girlfriend?"

"Sister" I replied.

"Mr Garibaldi?" A voice came from the other side of the dining room, and I soon saw it came from Tamara, our tutor.

"Over here" he replied, not moving at all from Marina's blowjob.

Tamara found us and gave a smile. "Ah, wonderful. I see you've found a couple of our newest refugees. From Volgoslavonia. Meet Bogdan and Marina."

"Nice to meet you both" the man with the suitcase said, shaking my hand even as 'my sister' sucked on his cock. His eyebrows had raised in a subtle way when he learned we were from Volgosavonia. I wondered what it meant.

"Marina's very good, isn't she?" Tamara said in small talk as she waited for the blowjob to finish. "I had her in my bed two nights ago. Her first time with a woman. Very good with her tongue."

Marina gagged suddenly on the cock in her mouth, and that pushed Mr Garibaldi over the edge. He shot his cum into her waiting mouth. When he'd finished fully, he thanked Marina kindly (but quickly) and followed Tamara to the meeting he'd mentioned. She grabbed a nearby tissue to wipe her mouth, but didn't spit out the cum he'd given her, choosing to swallow it instead.

Marina sat back down next to me, and I gave her a quizzical look. Did she want to tell me about her and Tamara? The minute shake of her head told me it was not a discussion she wanted to have.

"You! You all drugged me! Didn't you!"

Suddenly the noise of a man shouting filled the dining area, and Tamara returned to see what was happening.

It was Praveen, Pooja and Samesh's father! He was throwing things around, smashing nearby plates onto the ground.

"I've realised it" the man continued, ranting and raving. "Yesterday, after lunch. And then that evening! After the meal! I was so sexually excited I couldn't help but make love my wife! Twice! I had no control! And she was excited too! She even asked me to use her arsehole! It was most unusual!! "

"What seems to be the problem?" Tamara asked him, now arriving at the angry and irrational man. There was no sign of Mr Garibaldi.

"Confess!! You put drugs in our food!!"

Tamara tried to make him calm a little, encouraging him to sit, but he refused. "Tell me, no, tell everyone, that you put drugs in our food!"

"OK." said Tamara in an extremely calm and gentle way. "I confess, though there is nothing secret about it. There are extra chemicals in the food. In almost everyone's food."

"Ah HA!" the small, fat man shouted in triumph "You've been making us have sex with these drugs! Your secret is OUT!"

Marina and I just stood there as bystanders to the crazy scene. Now four or five other doctors were with Tamara, surrounding the crazed man, but waiting for her instruction before trying to apprehend him.

"There is no secret." Tamara told him calmly, while waving a hand at the other doctors, telling them to stand down for now. "We put additives into the food of every adult in the country. You read about this when you first arrived. The documents you signed when you first arrived. We even provided you with copies in your native language, to make sure you understand."

I remembered the forms we signed at the beginning. I barely read them, but remembered a small paragraph about food additives for health benefits.

"The additives" she explained, as the man finally began to calm down "have two main purposes. First, they help the immune system. That's why you feel so healthy here. Secondly, they boost your body's internal regulation. That's why you don't feel cold without clothes. But as a side-effect of both of these treatments, many people become more aroused, especially after eating. That's all. We don't MAKE you do anything. If you had intercourse with your wife, or with Marina yesterday, or with anyone else, that was your choice, not ours."

As Praveen finally slumped down onto a nearby chair, his wife Nisha, followed by Pooja and Samesh, walked into the room. Nisha was also in a rage, but not at Tamara or any of the staff of the facility. She walked straight up to her husband, and slapped him hard across the back of his head!

"Foolish man!" she said in a loud voice. I'd barely heard her speak before, and now she was shouting, maybe even louder than Praveen had when he first arrived in the room. "You bring shame on yourself. On our family. Making show like this. These people, good people! Give us food. Give us home. You insult them! Foolish man. Shame on yourself. Great shame on our family. Foolish."

Praveen seemed stunned. Clearly his wife had never acted like this before, and in public too.

"ENOUGH" he said, when he finally regained his senses. "We are leaving this place. We will go back home."

"No father. We won't."

This time it was Pooja's turn to speak up. I couldn't help but notice a small bite mark on her neck as she spoke. Her brother must have gotten carried away last night. Or maybe someone else had used her earlier today, just as the man had used Marina's mouth.

"We are staying here." she continued. "We have decided. Samesh and I. Mother too. It is our choice. The doctors said so. You can leave, but we will stay. We will join their culture. We will enjoy their world."

Nisha stood next to her daughter, showing her solidarity with the statement.

Samesh approached his father cautiously.

"Father, you can stay with us. We want you with us. You don't have to leave."

The man looked at his family, standing naked before him. He looked at the doctors, at the other refugees like ourselves, and at the food and drink around him.

Without another word, Praveen walked out the dining room, and to the facility exit.

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MARINA

I watched Praveen's departure, the taste of cum still in my mouth. I watched as the doctors took Pooja, Nisha and Samesh away for some counselling and support. They announced that our morning education session would be delayed by an hour or two, and that we should try to relax in the facility for a while.

Sitting with Bogdan, we didn't know what to do. We didn't know what to think. About any of it, really. I know I felt bad for Pooja and her family. But I could understand Praveen's feelings too.

And my emotions were torn for myself. I'd come here, expecting to be badly treated and starved. I'd expected every person in Europa to be a monster, or at least a fool. But it was the opposite in fact. Everyone had seemed to treat us with human decency, if not kindness. Maybe they were still fools, but maybe being kind hearted fools wasn't too bad. It was...confusing.

Was it still right to assassinate their leader? After the kindness shown to us, should we still repay that with blood?

Or was it a trick? Did they already know we were spies and army operatives? Was all of this just to fool us into cancelling our plan?

I wanted to try and focus back on our mission. Bogdan could help with that, was sure. He was the higher ranked officer in the army. He knew more details about the assassination plan than I did.

"Hey, Bogdan" I said to him "Maybe we can go somewhere a bit more private to chat? About old times?"

The way I said 'old times' was sure to be a clue to him. He nodded and we left the canteen area. We moved up to a place on the first floor. We didn't go back to our room. I thought it might be too obvious. Plus, we needed to be close for when they re-started today's acclimatisation lessons.

"What's up?" He said quietly, as we huddled in a corner.

"What's the plan?" I asked. "After we get out of here. I want to focus. I'm getting distracted."

"Me too" he confessed, knowing exactly what I meant by being distracted. This place was almost unbelievable. It was too good. The propaganda was working.

"We finish the course and get into the main population. We need to get relocated to the capital city, or find a way to travel there. Then we meet our contact. He will help prov...."

"Hi!" a woman's voice interrupted us from behind. "What you guys talking about in the corner?"

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BOGDAN

It was Janice. The red-headed woman from yesterday. I panicked, wondering what she had overheard.

I stood there in a mental freeze. My brain was already making plans for if this woman had overheard us. Could we knock her out without witnesses? Hide her somewhere? Would we need to kill her? Escape the building? Could we steal a vehicle from here? Could we still finish the mission?

But Marina had gone for a lie quicker than I could.

"Um..." She quickly tried to find a good lie. "Bogdan was asking me to fuck him, but I was saying I wasn't in the mood....which shouldn't matter in a free use world...but we are brother and sister, so it's OK for me to refuse...but...um maybe Bogdan can fuck you?"

'Could I fuck her?' It was strange to have my sexual contact as part of the mission. But it was a good lie. It fitted in with the location, and would look like we are trying to join in.

That is, if she believed us.

I watched the naked young red-head's face as she thought about what Marina had hastily said. Did she believe it? Could she see through our hasty lie?

A moment of doubt hit her face, before smiling at me. "OK, we can fuck. Do you want to lay down?"

I put my hand to my cock, rubbing it quickly, trying to get it hard fast. It didn't help our cover story about me being horny, since I wasn't even semi-erect!

"Don't you want me to lick your pussy first?" I asked as I frantically moved my hand up and down. "To make you wet?"

"Oh no." She replied with a smile. "I was just fucking about two minutes ago. By the brothers in room 142. I've just come from their room. ('cum from', get it?) You've seen them in the training session, haven't you? The bald twins in their late 40s. Anyway, they both came inside me. See?"

She moved one finger down to her pussy, then brought the finger back up. Sure enough, there was white cum on her finger.

"So anyway, we can use their cum for lube. But they both fucked me doggy style, so my knees are a bit sore. So better if I sit on your cock, unless you want missionary, but that's kinda boring. And gross. It's really my least favourite position. I mean, it's just sex! I don't need your face in my face. We're not dating, just fucking. Anyway, I'm talking too much again! Um....lay down please?"

Speechless, I knelt down on the floor. My cock was almost hard enough, but to be sure, Janice knelt down beside me and took my cock into her mouth for a moment or two until she was happy. Then she moved her naked body up over me, and, taking my cock in one hand, slowly lowered herself down onto my waiting cock.

"OH!" she exclaimed as she began to rise up and down "Your cock feels so good. It's bigger than most of the refugees here. Do you like my pussy?"

"Uh huh" was the best answer I could give her. I wasn't very good at talking during sex. But apparently Janice was.

"Yeah, your cock feels so good inside me. Even if it's my 3rd one this morning. Yours is better than the twins. You know what's weird? They have near-identical faces, but one of them had a short, wide cock, and the other has a long thin one. You'd think they'd be about the same? At least yours is reliable. A good length and girth. Much better. What about your sister's pussy? Is it similar to mine?"

I blanked for a moment, before realising she meant Marina! I looked up, realising she was still with us, standing there watching Janice's pussy sliding up and down my meat stick. There were some white lines forming on my cock, where the other men's cum was leaking out of her and onto me. I looked into Marina's eyes, unsure of what to say.

But there was no need to say anything.

A shadow went over my face, as Marina stood over me, then slowly lowered herself down. Her pussy going lower and lower until she was squatting over my face. All light now gone, I moved my head up slightly, and began to lick.

I couldn't see anything but Marina's cunt, but I could still hear Janice, now chatting to Marina instead of me.

"Your brother has a good cock. I know, you just heard me talking about it, I'm sorry. You have a really pretty body too! Your boobs are great, much bigger than mine. But I'm not into girls, sorry. Just guys. Like Bogdan. Is he single? Not for me. I've got a boyfriend. He's in the army here. One of the ladies who cooks the food here said he's cute. Or does your brother prefer to date guys? I know he's got a white ribbon. I'm sure I can set him up with someone."

Meanwhile I was now licking Marina's wet pussy for the second time today. It was different with her sitting on me. She was grinding her pussy into my face, my nose rubbing her clit as I tried to push my tongue as deep as I could inside her.

"Um...(oh god)..." My sister tried to reply "..um..I think he's happy.. (oh yeah Bogdan, just like that)...being single...."

Janice started speeding up, bouncing up and down faster and faster. Her pussy squeezing harder as she fucked me.

"Oh, this feels so good. It really reminds me of one of my first fucks, back at the end of school, during the sex education week. Not my very first time. That was with two guys and they pounded my pussy (and asshole) all night long. No, about two day later I ended up having a threesome with another girl from my school year and one of the PE teachers. He was about thirty five, she was 18 like me, but anyway, we fucked like this, one on his face, another on his dick, but we were on a bed, not the corridor of a hotel, but anyway, we rode him like this until..."