Out of America

(c) 2024, by P.D. Vile
Story tags: Mg, mg, Fg, inc, cons

This story was written for the ATF Story Contest 2024-III, which had the mandatory writing prompt “The great escape”.

On the run

“Why did you stop?” Ben whined, when Claire lifted her mouth off of his throbbing dick, “I was almost there!”
“That’s why! I want your sperm in my pussy this time. You can’t cum multiple times, like me. So if I want your sperm in my cunny, I can’t eat it.”
She stuck out her tongue, knowing full well that not just Ben, but all men lack that ability that she so enjoyed for herself.
“What you really need is more of me.”
“More daddies? Awesome!”
Ben chuckled.
“I actually meant more men in general. I doubt you want more daddies. Trust me, once your puberty starts, you’ll find even one to be too much.”

Claire giggled, but then sighed.
“More men would be great. I wish we could, daddy.”
“Sorry, darling. You know we can’t. Nobody can know about us.”
“I know, daddy. I was just dreaming. Don’t worry. I won’t do anything stupid.”

Ben sighed. He hated that he had to repeat this warning over and over again. But he had to make sure she knew the importance of secrecy. Ever since that day, now eighteen months ago, when she had crawled into his bed and broken his resistance with her delicious little body and her unbridled sexuality, he had warned her nonstop. He knew she knew already, and yet kept warning her. The consequences of being caught were too high to risk it.

“Come daddy! Let’s not think of that. Lick me some more, make me cum again. And then I’ll fuck you after that.”
With those words, Claire lowered her ten-year-old pussy back on her father’s face. He stuck out his tongue, pushed it between her folds, and savored her sweet nectar.

But then he suddenly stopped and pushed her body up.
“Shhht! Quiet!”
“Daddy, why …”
“Quiet, I said!”
His harsh tone instantly made her shut up. They both went quiet, listening intently. But they only heard the chirping of crickets outside.
“Get up,” Ben whispered after a minute or two.
Claire heard in his voice that now was no time for joking. She did as told, and then watched in silence as Ben sneaked towards the window. He took his time inspecting the curtain. He opened the curtains, then the window, to look outside.

“Damn!” he whispered, as he shut the window and then closed the curtains again, “damn, damn damn!”
“What is it, daddy? What’s wrong?”
Ben didn’t answer. He stood silent, seeing right through his daughter, for about a minute. Then all of a sudden he seemed to find back to the world, as he shot into action.
“Get dressed, Claire. Now. Your outside clothes. As fast as you can.”
“But … why?”
“NOW!!!”
Startled, Claire started to sob. Ben shot her a look. She felt the love and the compassion, the pain he had for treating her like this, but she also saw the necessity.
“No time to explain, no time to cry, just do it!”
She sniffed back her tears and straightened her shoulders.
“Okay, daddy.”

Ben was already in his clothes. As soon as he saw Claire start to dress, he sped out of the room and down the stairs. No time to neatly unscrew the plasterboard wall he had installed under the stair a year ago. He just kicked his foot right through it, then reached in to take out the two backpacks that were there. One very large, the other a bit smaller, and lighter.

Claire came down the stairs, looking even more startled after the noise, but fully dressed.
“Put your shoes on. No not those. Your walking shoes. Then take this backpack. We need to go.”
“Daddy, what’s happening? Why are you doing this?”
After a moment’s hesitation, Ben dropped the large backpack that he was shouldering, knelt before his daughter, and hugged her.
“No time to explain now. Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe. But we need to go. Now! So put on those shoes, wear your coat, then take this backpack and follow me.”

She sniffed, but fought down the tear that started to well in her eye. Helped by her father’s confidence, she managed to be ready in less than a minute. Seeing that Ben was ready as well, she went for the front door. But Ben grabbed her arm to stop her.
“Not the front door,” he explained, as he took her to the back room. The lights still off, he stuck his head behind the closed curtain for a second.
“All clear!”
Claire heard the relief in her father’s voice, even though she didn’t understand the reason. Then her father turned around, grabbed the small bedside table, and threw it with all his strength through the large glass pane. Ben removed some large spikes, then carefully lifted Claire through the hole, and finally stepped through himself.

He stood silent for a second, tilting his head a bit. Claire followed his lead. She was unsure. Did she hear something? A wailing sound?
“Run!” Ben shouted, while pushing her in the direction of the forest behind their house, “run as fast as you can. I’ll be right behind you.”

As Claire and Ben started to run, they heard behind them how the soft wailing got louder and louder, now clearly recognizable as police sirens that were closing in on their house. This gave them the energy to run even faster, until they reached the forest. Ben held his daughter back, as he broke through twigs and branches to pave his young daughter a path. She followed in silence, suppressing the sobs she felt inside, as she heard tires screech to a sudden halt, and then voices booming through megaphones.
“Mister Benjamin Summer and young miss Claire Summer! You are under arrest. You have one minute to come out, with your hands in the air. Fifty-nine. Fifty-eight. …”
“They won’t continue counting once they find the broken window. We need to keep running. That way, to the river.”
The forest was less dense now, so they made good progress, following tracks from large animals where they were available. Behind them, the countdown continued for a while, until they heard a man cursing and then shouting something about an escape and searching the forest.

Claire fell. Ben picked her up, put her back on her feet.
“I know you are tired. But we need to keep going. You know that, right?”
She nodded. She knew.
“I hope that we’ll be safe near the river. Then we are hopefully deep enough in the forest.”
Ben slowed down a bit, and helped Claire when she almost fell again. They still made good progress. He hoped they would be fast enough.

And then, just as they were at the river shore, they heard barking.
“Damn! They have dogs!”
“Is that bad?”
“Dogs can follow our scent. They won’t need to search everywhere.”
“Oh no? Does that mean that …”
“That’s why I went to the river, darling. I am sorry. I know you’re tired. I want rest too. But we can’t. We need to go in the river and wade far enough upstream. Dogs cannot follow our scent in the river. They will lose time trying to find where we left the water.”
Claire nodded.
“I’ll be strong, daddy. I’m tired but I’ll keep going. Which way?”

History – United States of America, 2024

The timing of the Kamala tapes was perfect. They were released to the major media on November 2. To the delight of pedophiles around the world, but to the chagrin of all Democrats and even most moderate Republicans, all the major networks constantly showed the uncensored images of Kamala Harris licking the hairless cunny of a flat-chested prepubescent girl, while a boy barely in his teens rammed his young cock in and out of her dripping cunt, as well of those of Tim Walz with a twelve-year-old girl happily bouncing on his cock.

It only took four days to reveal them as AI generated deep fakes. But that was after the elections. The damage had been done. Trump had won in a landslide. The era of MAGA America had begun.

-- Recent history of the Western world, third edition (published May 2048)

Camping in the forest

They had waded through the river for hours, at least that’s how it felt to Claire. She had been thankful for the few times Ben had her sit on the shore, while he ran off into the forest, to come back a few minutes later.
“I hope those false scent trails will distract them enough,” he had said the first time, as he had urged Claire back into the water and further upstream.

Finally, they left the water together. Ben allowed Claire another short break, but then urged her to press on. They still heard shouts and barks in the distance, they still were not safe. They had to keep going.

“Dad?”
“Yes, darling.”
Ben had carried Claire on his back for a rough uphill patch, but had to set her down again. His reserves were drained.
“I think they sound further away now.”
Ben stood still to listen.
“Yes, you may be right. That last creek we waded through might have done it. They might have lost our track for now.”
“For now?”
Ben slowed down a bit.
“I really don’t know how long they’ll continue the search. I hope they’ll give up, and set a watch post at our house instead.”
“So we can’t return home?”
“No, darling. Never. Come on. Keep going. We don’t have to run anymore but we can’t stop yet. Keep walking.”
“Can you finally tell me what happened, daddy? When we had sex?”
“I heard a sound. Outside. I wasn’t sure. But then I noticed a small gap between the curtains. I looked out the window, and noticed footprints in the grass.”
“So someone has looked in? And seen us?”
“Yes.”
“A neighbor?”
“Probably.”
“And then they called the police? Why? I thought they were friendly.”
“The reward, darling. They’ll get at least twenty thousand Donalds. More if we get arrested and convicted. That’s a lot of money.”
“And now? What does this mean for us, daddy?”
Ben squatted, and pulled his daughter into a hug.
“I don’t know, darling. We’ll have to figure it out.”

They walked in silence for another hour. The sounds of dogs and men faded further and further away, until they didn’t hear anything anymore.
Ben stopped and looked around. He thought for a while, then took Claire by the hand to walk another fifty meters, to the top of a large hill, that was completely surrounded by large trees and thick bushes.
“This will have to do for today.”
“What do you mean, daddy?”
“I wish I could put even more distance behind us, but I’m too tired and so are you. I am actually impressed by how well you have been doing.”
He smiled as he saw how weary face light up at the compliment.
“So we’ll stop here. For today. You can sit there, against that tree. I’ll erect the tent.”
“No, daddy. You’re tired too. Tell me how I can help.”
“Sure? Oh, I’m so proud of you.”

Twenty minutes later, the tent was set up, and they crept inside.
“Hungry?”
“I could eat a horse!”
“Well, sorry. All I have are dried crackers and some water.”
“That’s okay too, daddy. As long as we’re together.”
“We will be, darling. As long as we can. Now eat. And then we sleep.”
“Noooo!!! No sleep yet!”
“Not?”
“No! You still need to fill my pussy! I wanted that this morning already.”

Ben smiled. Despite how tired he was, he felt his dick harden at the prospect of a quick fuck before sleep.
“Sounds great, you little sex-starved daughter of mine. You go ahead and undress and then get in the tent already. I need a quick pee first, but as soon as my bladder is empty I’ll put my dick to a much better use.”
“I’ll make sure I’m wet already, daddy.”

Ben had to force himself to stop thinking about his waiting daughter, just so his dick could relax enough that he was able to pee. Then he quickly returned to the tent, undressed, and crept in.
He smiled as he saw his daughter. Stark naked. Legs spread wide. Her hand between them, to prepare for him.
And fast asleep.
He smiled, wrapped a protective arm around her soft body, and settled behind her. It took less than a minute before sleep caught up with him as well.

History – United States of America, 2026

It quickly became clear that Donald Trump was just a figurehead. The real powers behind him remained hidden, though. But their ideals were clear. Backed morally by the large number of votes for Trump, and politically by controlling majorities in both houses, new laws came in quick succession. By summer 2025, gay marriage had been outlawed. At the end of 2025, divorce was declared unconstitutional, and Christianity was declared mandatory faith for all citizens. This led to large protests in the major cities, but after the extremely violent way these protests were beat down by Trump’s elite protection force, protests soon died. Americans accepted their inevitable fate.

On January 10, 2026, President Trump used his power of presidential decree to pass the 28th Amendment, which amends article 5 to give the President the power to pass amendments by decree. Despite protests around the world, the MAGA Republican controlled Supreme Court ruled that this was constitutional. After that, changes came at a very rapid pace.

-- Recent history of the Western world, third edition (published May 2048)

Fucked!

“Good morning, darling.”
Claire opened her eyes to see her father watching her, a smile on his face.
“Damn!”
“What?”
Ben sounded amused, as if he knew what she was going to say.
“I fell asleep before we fucked. Now I went a whole day without cumming!”
“I’m pretty sure I made you cum twice before you blew me, yesterday morning.”
“Yeah, exactly. Only twice. And you didn’t get to cum at all.”

Ben smiled, but then got serious.
“You know that escaping and staying safe is more important than sex, right?”
“Of course, daddy. And I’m glad we made it out. But can we finally fuck now? It’s been so long! Or is it not safe here?”
Ben zipped open the tent and looked around carefully, while listening intently.
“I think we’re safe, darling.”
“Then come back in the tent, daddy. I want to …”
But Ben laughed hard, then grabbed her left leg and drew her out of the tent, onto the grass, then dove in to lick between her legs.
“Dad? Here? Outside? But what if … Ohhhh, yeah!”
Ben paused, tasting her delightful juices for a bit.
“What if anyone sees? There’s nobody here, darling. Now enjoy. You can even be loud this time.”

He kissed her mouth first, French kissing for a minute or so, making her taste herself in his mouth. His hands gently stroked her hairs, while her hands looked for his cock.
He broke the kiss when she started to stroke his hardness, moving his head down, a trail of little kisses from her chin, across her neck, across her chest, to her left nipple. He paused there for a while, teasing her nipple, while she pumped his meat with vigor. Then his mouth went further south, over her abdomen, to her hairless mound. He moved his body to allow his underage daughter easy access to his dick, as he pried his tongue in between her swollen labia.
As Claire eagerly licked his shaft, he gently stuck a finger in her tight hole, while moving his tongue in little spirals around her sensitive clit. He groaned a bit as she moved her hands up and down, while at the same time opening her mouth wide to take as much of him as she could. She gagged a bit, paused to relax, then once more unsuccessfully tried to deepthroat him.

Ben smiled at his daughter’s determination. He knew that it was only a matter of time before she’d be able to take him in her throat. He had told her countless times that she didn’t need to, that she was too young, that he loved her anyway … but once she was determined to try anything sexual, she didn’t stop until she could!
He returned his attention to pleasuring her. His finger was now all the way inside her, so he started pumping, with a winking motion of his finger, to please her as much as he could from the inside. His tongue did whatever it could to attack and pleasure her love button. It didn’t take long before she had to take her mouth off his dick to scream her first orgasm into the waking forest.

Adding a second finger and pumping harder, he now also made small fucking movements in Claire’s mouth. This was something she had insisted he should do two weeks ago, urging him to push a bit deeper every time. He still didn’t push as deep as she wanted, nor as deep as she herself pushed herself to go when she was in control. Despite her repeated requests, he simply could not bring herself to make her gag.
She helped. Despite his movements, she still managed to grab his base with her little hands and pump his foreskin up and down, while also twirling her tongue against the exposed dickhead in her mouth. Ben had to focus hard on his latest tax filings to not fill her little mouth right then and there.

He managed to pull out just in time. He quickly picked up her little body, turned it around, and placed it back on the grass underneath his strong torso. Lining up his dick with her dripping cunny, he lowered himself, pushing his hips forward. And as he felt her arms close around his back, felt her fingernails scratch his skin, and saw the happiness in her eyes, he forced his stiff manhood inside her tight opening, going deeper and deeper, until he felt the resistance of her cervix.
Using only one hand to support his weight, his other hand found her clit again. She exploded into orgasm, her body shaking, her eyes rolling in the back of her head, her pussy spasming and milking his dick. He paused, his dick buried deep inside her, to give her, but also himself, a much needed break.

“More, daddy!” she urged, “Use me. Fuck me hard!”
He obliged. He closed his mouth on hers, as he moved his dick out and then rammed it back in. And then he repeated that movement, over and over again. When he moved out, she raised her hips a bit, as if to keep him inside her for just that bit longer. Then she’d fall back, only to thrust up and meet his inward motion as soon as he plunged forward again. They both were sweating profusely, as his groaning mixed with her pants and happy sighs.
And then he made one final thrust, deep inside her, as his dick contracted and his balls started to unload. He shot rope after rope of the very sperm that had made her, deep inside her young cunt, that once more spasmed as she, too, had yet another orgasm.

“Wow,” Claire said, after she had regained her breath, “I really needed that.”
“So did I,” Ben replied, as he drew her close to cuddle.

“Not a surprise. It’s a well known fact that people get horny after escaping grave danger.”
Ben and Claire froze upon hearding the unfamiliar voice behind them. They kept still for five full seconds. And then Ben slowly turned his head, keeping his body between the source of the sound and his daughter.
He saw a man standing there. He looked to be in his fifties. Short dark blond hair, a beard with gray streaks, and a smiling face. A rifle flung over his shoulder, but the man seemed relaxed and not about to unshoulder his gun and shoot. Ben hoped it would remain that way.

The two men eyed each other up and down a bit. And then the awkward silence was broken by Claire’s voice. Ben had not noticed that she had crept to the side, eager to see what was going on.
“Uh oh. Are we fucked, daddy?”
To Ben’s surprise, a broad smile appeared on the stranger’s face.
“You definitely are,” he said, then broke into laughter at their scared looks, “by each other, I mean. But not in any other way. I won’t hurt you. I won’t turn you in. Heck, I might even help you, if you ask nicely.”
“If we … You’ll help if we …”
“Hahaha, just kidding. I’ll help anyway, even if you don’t ask. If you want help, that is.”
The man took a step forward and extended a hand.
“You can call me Hugh.”
“Chris,” Ben responded, “and my daughter, Sylvia.”
“Nice to meet you, Chris and Sylvia.”
The man that had introduced himself as Hugh smiled knowingly, as he stressed the names a bit too much.

History – The MAGAmerican Empire, 2028

On January 10, 2028, Donald Trump Jr. was crowned Emperor of the United States of America. Ten days later, he decreed that the country would henceforth be known as the MAGAmerican Empire.

Former senator Buttigieg was the first to be publicly executed for sexual depravity under the new Don’t Be Gay law. Many more would follow, although most of the convicted were sentenced to forced labor in prison camps. High rewards to anyone turning in sexual deviants resulted in many false accusations. In over 65% of the cases, the accused was still sentenced, even when there was no evidence.

Tempted by the promise of a truly theocratically governed state, ultra Christians and far right supporters from the rest of the world migrated to MAGAmerica. This started in 2025 already, but increased highly under influence of the changes in Europe (q.v.). At the same time, the large migration of moderates and leftists from MAGAmerica came to an abrupt halt in 2029, when emigration was declared a capital offense. Attempts to flee the country never stopped, but the numbers were low, and even fewer succeeded.

-- Recent history of the Western world, third edition (published May 2048)

Making plans

“Thanks for the food, Hugh.”
Hugh chuckled.
“I know it’s not what y’all normally eat out there in the civilized world. But I bet it’s better than those dried crackers you had on you. Which were perhaps enough to last you through the day. But then what?”
“I … I really don’t know, Hugh. I had my emergency plan. I acted on it when we …”
“No need to tell,” Hugh quickly interrupted, “the less I know the better. Although I have a fair idea after witnessing the two of you go at it in the forest.”
He laughed.
“And you really don’t mind? You’re not gonna turn us in?”
“Look, there’s a reason I waited until this morning to ‘find’ you. I had to know the nature of your relationship. I had to know you’re not forcing her to do anything she doesn’t like. Seeing her with you was pretty convincing. You’re good.”
“So you believe that …”
“That all the chastity and purity laws are a bunch of hogwash? Yeah, definitely. Consent is all that matters. There is no consent in many marriages nowadays. People are forced into relations they hate. Gay people have to pretend to be straight. Sex, the most natural expression of love, is all but outlawed. This world has turned upside down. And I decided long ago already that I’ll never support or even accept laws that are unjust. I believe my own moral compass over the Trumpets. And my moral compass tells me there’s nothing wrong with consensual sex.”

Claire had been listening in silence while munching on her food. But now she asked a question.
“What does ‘consensual’ mean?”
“It means it's your choice. And my choice. I didn’t force you to have sex with me.”
“Do people do that?”
“Unfortunately, yes,” Hugh sighed, “and if I had suspected that your dad was forcing you, then I would not have helped him. I would have tried to help you. But I’m not sure that I’d been able.”

He turned back towards Ben.
“But what was your plan, Chris? Were you going to stay in the forest forever? With just enough crackers to last you a day?”
“I’m afraid I didn’t really have any plans. So stupid of me. I had our escape fully planned out. For months already. I knew there might come a time we had to run and stay out of the hands of law enforcement. But other then making sure to have emergency backpacks ready and knowing where to go first in the forest to make our trail hard to follow, I had nothing. I simply don’t know what to do next. Perhaps find a way to move to another state and start a new life there?”
Hugh laughed out hard.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to insult you. But that is a really poor idea. You cannot return to civilization. Ever. Every surveillance camera is equipped with AI face recognition. Unless you manage to do a full makeover of the both of you, you’ll be recognized the second you are on camera. And there are cameras everywhere.”
“Well. There is a reason I never got beyond the ‘hide in the forest’ stage of my plans. I don’t know what else to do.”
“Neither do I,” Hugh admitted, “but despite my living out here in the forest and not being part of society, I do still have some contacts. I have a computer in there that connects to the dark web. I’ll see if I can find a way to help. For now, your beautiful daughter and you are welcome to stay here. The only thing I ask in return is for you to help with some chores. We’ll need to find more food, now that there’s two more mouths. Especially with all the fun workouts you and her seem to enjoy.”
He chuckled.

“Okay, you two,” Hugh said, after they had finished breakfast, “you still smell of sex, mixed with sweat and wading through muddy creeks. You need a bath. And, frankly, so do I.”
He led the way to a beautiful lake, about a mile from his hideout.
“So … we take a bath here?”
“Yeah, Just undress and jump in. There’s no soap but plenty of clean water.”
Ben hesitated.
“Oh, come on. I’ve seen it all this morning already. Just take ’em off and dive in.”
“Yes, daddy,” Claire urged, already stark naked, “Hugh is right”
And then she swiveled around and opened her eyes wide as she noticed that Hugh was undressing as well.
“You’re getting in too?”
“Sure. Or do you think I should remain dirty?”
Claire giggled. It was unclear whether that was because of Hugh’s words, or because she got her first view of a penis that wasn’t her father’s.

The men got out of the water after washing, but Claire asked if she could swim and play a bit longer. Ben hesitated, but Hugh told him to allow it.
“It’s safe here. We have time. Let her be a child for a few minutes. She won’t have much of that in her future.”
And so the two men settled on a sunny patch beside the lake, to watch Claire frolicking around in the water, her mind momentarily not encumbered by the danger they were in.

Ben looked aside as he heard Hugh’s long sigh. He noticed how Hugh’s gaze was completely transfixed on his daughter, who was sitting cross-legged, digging in the wet sand. And then he noticed that Hugh’s dick seemed to have grown.
He quickly looked away, but it was too late. Hugh had noticed Ben’s gaze. The silence quickly turned awkward.
“I’m … I’m sorry, Chris,” Hugh finally stammered.
“Don’t be. I can’t blame you. She is beautiful. And very sexy.”
“Yeah. That’s true. And seeing her like this … I keep seeing her like she was this morning. Like the two of you were.”
“Are you jealous?”
“In a way, yeah. I’m happy for you. For the both of you. I’d never take it from you. But … I must admit, the thought of having what you have …”
He fell silent. Then returned to watching the uninhibited movements of the beautiful young girl in front of him.

Ben sat in silence for a while, his gaze alternating between Claire and Hugh. Then he seemed to have reached a decision.
“Hey, Hugh. How would you feel if I let her spend the night with you?”
“Oh, I’d never ask for that!”
“I know. You don’t have to. I’m offering.”
“To send her to me? To tell her she has to …”
Ben quickly interrupted him.
“You don’t know her. I would never ‘send’ her to you. The only thing I’d do is tell her is that it’s safe here, and that the normal rules are suspended. Trust me, she’d be all over you, unless you tell her no.”

Hugh looked at her in deep thought. Then he slowly mumbled:
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. She would be.”
And then, turning towards Ben:
“Let me think about it.”
Ben looked surprised.
“Really? I thought you’d jump at the chance. Especially since your dick tells me how much you want it.”
Hugh looked at his dick, that had indeed grown to full size when Ben made his offer.
“Yeah. True. But little head is not the boss of me. Big head is.”

The rest of the day went by uneventful. They improvised a small hut where Ben and Claire could sleep, checked Hugh’s traps to see if he had caught any game, built several new traps, cut some weeds in the small vegetable garden, and checked the area for berries to harvest. At the end of the day, they gathered around a small battery-operated lamp in Hugh’s hut to eat and talk. Hugh invested some of his precious battery power to run a music player, and the men watched as Clare danced to the music.
“Worth the extra trip to the civilized world for new batteries,” Hugh grinned.
“You still know what I offered this morning, right?”
“Yeah. And it’s so very tempting. I have not been that close to my dream since …”
“Since what?”
“No. Never mind. I don’t want to think about it.”
“I’m sorry.”
“But the answer is no. I’ll probably kick myself for the rest of my life. And I know I’m depriving her. But I can’t risk it.”
“Risk it? What are you afraid of?”
“If only I knew. What I know is that I tried to make my dream come true in the past. Twice. And it went wrong twice, both with me losing something valuable. I have learned that some things matter more than physical fun. And that, apparently, my fate is to ruin good things when I pursue that physical fun. So I stopped pursuing it.”

Ben pondered this for a while. But then he protested.
“Look, Hugh. You are not pursuing. It’s dangling right in front of you. I want Sylvia to be happy. And I know that spending the night with you would make her happy.”
“I know. And perhaps you’re right and I’m stupid to refuse. But I don’t dare to risk it, for fear of ruining yet another good thing. I have decided, at one point after those failures, to accept that my fate is to be happy for those who have what I want, but not to have that happiness myself.”
“Well. It’s your choice. You’re a stronger man then I am. I would not be able to resist such an offer.”
“Am I stronger, though? Or am I weak, for not being able to overcome my irrational fear that what happened twice would happen a third time?”

History – Europe, 2024 – 2027

The first signs of the European liberalization appeared in 2024 already. The 2024 European Parliament elections were the last electoral victory for far right parties. They were followed by a loss for Rassemblement National in the second round of the French elections of June 2024, and a devastating loss for the Conservative Party in the United Kingdom the month after. But the decline only really set in when the far right parties in the European Parliament failed to form a working coalition, due to their continuous internal power struggles. In other European countries, where right wing politicians had managed to secure electoral gains, their inability to deliver on their promises now that they were in power also resulted in a return of voters to the more traditional parties.

The real turning point, though, was the 2025 German election. The right-wing AfP fell back to three seats, whereas Neues Deutschland (the new left-green coalition of SPD and Die Grüne) won a total of 48% of the seats. This resulted in a quick formation of a left government, by ND with support from the FDP and Die Linke. Support for left parties in other countries increased quickly upon seeing the prosperity this government brought to Germany. By 2027, all European countries had governments that were fully or predominantly left wing.

-- Recent history of the Western world, third edition (published May 2048)

The next stop

Ben and Claire were fooling around, after having bathed in the pool. Hugh had left early that morning, for, as he called it, “a quick stop to society”, to get new batteries and to replenish food that they could not grow or hunt in the forest. When Ben had asked him how he was going to pay for it, Hugh had refused to reply.
“Here’s the thing. I don’t ask you for your real names. I don’t want to know where you came from, whether you have more crimes than the one I know about, or anything else. And you need to be the same. The less you know, the better. So trust me, I have enough Donalds. I can pay for what I’ll buy. That’s all you need to know.”

Ben had taken the opportunity to pay extra attention to his daughter. Hugh always insisted not to hold back on his behalf, but Ben still felt compelled not to make temptation even harder than it already was for the man who kept his daughter and him safe. But now that Hugh was gone, he gave Claire his best. He had licked her to orgasm four times before fucking her to two more. Her screams had been loud enough that he knew they’d not catch any game that day.

Now they were lying next to the pool, the sun warming their wet bodies.
“You know, dad? I know Hugh tries to hide it. And I know you try to help him. But I see his dick get hard when he sees me. I see the look on his face when we make out. I feel his body tremble when I kiss his cheeks. He is like you. He likes girls. Girls like me.”
“You’re right. Figures we couldn’t hide it from you.”
“So why doesn’t he have sex with me? I’m sure he wants to. And I want him to. He looks good. I think he could give me a few more orgasms when your dick is out for the day.”
Ben chuckled.
“So, are you graciously trying to help a friend, or are you just trying to satisfy your own needs?”
“Both,” Claire just shrugged, as she gave up her attempts to bring Ben’s cock back to life with her hands, and started to rub her pussy instead.
“Well. You know the rules. You agreed to them.”
“I know, daddy. But you set the rules because nobody can find out I like sex. Hugh knows that already. So why is the rule still there?”

Ben sighed. He had hoped that it would not come to this. But he didn’t want to lie to his darling. Not telling her everything was as far as he was prepared to go. Now that she asked a direct question, he had to answer truthfully.
“I talked to him about it. I told him that you’d love to have sex with him. Told him I’m okay with it, because it would make you happy and that’s all I want. But he said no.”
“What? So he does not like girls? Then why does he get hard whenever we bathe together?”
“Oh, he likes girls alright. But he apparently had some bad experiences in the past. And now he is afraid that something bad will happen when he does anything with you.”
“What bad thing could possibly happen?”
“I don’t know, darling. It’s his fear. It’s not rational.”
“What’s rational?”
“Rational … Ehm, logical. Something you can think with your brain. Not rational means it’s from emotion and cannot be explained.”
“Okay,” she sighed, then laid back, “do you have time to lick and fingerfuck me one more time daddy?”
“Always. But first, will you please promise not to make things difficult for Hugh? Not to do anything to try to tempt him to change his mind? Please respect his wish.”
“Damn. Spoilsport. Okay, okay, I promise. But then you have to give me two orgasms instead of just one.”
“Only two? How about three?”

The sun was already setting when they heard the diesel engine of Hugh’s truck. They quickly got dressed, and then went out of their hut to greet him, and help him carry things. They stowed the food, the batteries, and the tools. Hugh had also scored a bottle of whiskey, that they swore to save for a special occasion. And then Hugh surprised them by giving Claire two nice shirts and a dress.
“For me?”
“You’re starting to outgrow what you arrived with.”
“They still fit very well.”
“Well, what can I say? I like it when you look nice.”
“I don’t need clothes to look nice!”
Hugh shot Claire a warning look, and she quickly changed her tone.
“Sorry, that was mean. It’s really nice of you to give me new clothes. They look very pretty.”
She gave Hugh a kiss on his cheek, but nothing more.
“Can I try them on? I can change outside if you prefer.”
“I appreciate what you do, Sylvia. I bet Chris and you talked today. It’s okay. You can change here. I like seeing your beauty.”

After Claire went to bed, Hugh held Ben back from following her.
“Listen, Chris. I got some information today that I want to talk about. Just you and me, for now at least.”
“Okay. Should I worry?”
“Perhaps. Perhaps not. I worry every day. Don’t you?”
“Sadly, yes. Should I worry more?”
“I don’t think so. How much do you know about Europe?”
“Europe? According to Fox News it’s the absolute hellhole of depravity. Godless people, holding hands with the Devil, destined for Hell. A terrible place.”
“A terrible place?” Hugh scoffed. “That’s how I describe this world. MAGAmerica.”
Ben chuckled and nodded.
“So,” Hugh continued, “if the big supporters of this place call Europe a terrible place, what do you really think it is?”
“I don’t know. It’s hard to imagine something even worse than this.”
“Then how about … trying to imagine something better than this?”

It took a few seconds before Ben realized the implications of Hugh’s statement.
“You mean … Fox News is lying to us?”
“What do you think would happen if they tell their viewers that Europe is paradise compared to here?”
“I don’t know. People would want to go there, I guess? But then, what? The Stay MAGAmerican Act of 2029 is clear. Any MAGAmerican who forfeits loyalty to his God given nationality forfeits his right to live.”
“Exactly. Laws, propaganda. They do everything to keep us in.”
“So, the Empire is a prison?”
“Yes. And you, my friend, are going to escape. Together with your daughter. If you want to. It’s dangerous.”
“And you?”
“No, I’ll stay here. My task in this life is to help people. Like I helped you. Like I helped others, who have tried to escape. Like I will help …”
“Tried to escape?” Ben interrupted.
“Like I said, it’s dangerous. I have helped others, in the past. All but one reached the next safehouse. I do not know how they fared after that. I can only hope they made it.”

Ben spent the next week thinking. Hugh finally invited him into the most secret room of his hideout, where he had a computer.
“This one has a VPN and a TOR browser. Highly illegal. It connects to news sources that are not MAGAmerican. Information we aren’t supposed to see.”
“And those sources are reliable?”
Hugh shrugged.
“Hard to tell. I’m sure the Trumpets lie. We’re fed only propaganda. But if they can do it, then so can others. Spending time on the dark web makes me doubt everything. So I can only urge you to form your own opinion.”

Over the next days, Ben tried to absorb all the information he could. About ULES, the United Liberated European States. About their rules, so different from what he was used to. Apparently, people were openly gay there, and they were not stoned to death or locked in labor camps. Gay people could even get married. Divorce was allowed. Marriage contracts with a duration of just a few years or even months were common. They often were prolonged and sometimes lasted for life, but it was a conscious decision to renew every so often.

His surprise grew as he heard about the recent changes to now also allow ‘polyamoric marriages’. He had no idea what it meant, until Hugh pointed him to an explanation.
“A relationship between more than two people? But that is not at all how God intended it!”
“That is what the Trumpets and their Priests tell us here. But over there, in Europe, they believe that if God pours love for more than one person in your heart, then it is God’s will that you marry more than one person.”
“Or just have sex with them without marriage,” Ben added, as he quickly closed a web page that shocked his core beliefs.
“True. And many Europeans do not even believe in God at all. Or in a different God from ours.”
Ben sighed, and then whispered:
“Well, to be honest … I often doubt.”
Hugh nodded and downed his glass.
“Me too, my friend. My too.”

Eventually, Ben made up his mind, after Hugh helped him find information about incest laws and age of consent laws in ULES.
“Listen, Claire. I have asked Ben to give us some time alone. I need to discuss something with you. I have to make a choice. But I want your opinion first.”
“Okay?”
“But first this. I want your opinion. But it’s my decision. Whatever happens, whatever comes of it, it is my responsibility.”
“Dad? You’re scaring me.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t want to. I just want to know what you want most.”
“You, daddy. Always you. In my pussy. And in my mouth.”
Ben chuckled.
“Yeah, I know. But this is a different question. Please listen.”

And so, Ben tried to explain to Claire what he had found. That there was a place, far away, with different rules. That it was hard to find out for sure what those rules are. That he wasn’t sure, but that he thought that, in that place, their sexual relation would be legal.
“So we don’t have to hide?”
He shook his head.
“If what I’ve heard is correct, then no. We won’t have to hide.”
“And you’re not going to prison if someone finds out?”
“No. And you can fuck others too. If they want to.”
“Oh, I want to go there, daddy! Can we?”
“That is what makes it hard. Going there is dangerous. Very dangerous. If we are caught, I’ll be sent to prison. Or worse. And you’ll go to reeducation camp.”
Claire’s face fell.
“Will Hugh come with us? Will he protect us?”
“No, darling. Hugh wants to stay here. He says he wants to be here for the next father and daughter who need his help.”
“He is such a sweet man. I wish he would let me fuck him. I know he wants it real bad.”
“We have to respect his wish, darling.”
“I know, daddy. Con … sen … tial. Right?”
“Consensual. Almost right. Yes. If he says no, even if deep down he wants to say yes, you still have to respect that.”
“I know, daddy. I have never tried to tempt him.”
“Yes. I know.”

They talked for two more hours that day. And then they kept talking about it over the following days. Hugh never pressured them, told them they could stay as long as they wanted, told them he’d happily help them on their way to Europe, or happily help them find another place for them to live as refugees if forest life was not for them, or happily host them here for the years he still had left.
And then, eventually, they made their decision.

History – European Union, 2028

The talks to reintegrate the United Kingdom back into the European Union took a little over two years. In the summer of 2028, they officially rejoined the EU. The few remaining Brexiters were proven wrong in their fearmongering predictions of huge law changes. After all, most of the major law changes in the past years had been almost the same in all EU states as well as in the United Kingdom. The only changes that were made necessary after rejoining were in tax law, a few minor exceptions for the polyamoric marriage laws, and the expedited lowering of the age of consent.

Now that this large hurdle was overcome, the remaining independent European countries were quick to also join the Union. Recognizing the need for an ever stronger alliance in the wake of the events in MAGAmerica, the EU started their first preparations for the logical next step, the transition of the EU from a loose union of independent countries to a single country of states with less independent rights, very similar to what the USA had been before states rights were dissolved.

-- Recent history of the Western world, third edition (published May 2048)

At the farm

“Okay. Here are your supplies. This is the one I hope you won’t have to use.”
“A gun?”
“Yes. A gun. Did you ever practice shooting, before the Second Amendment was repealed?”
“A few times. Not much.”
“Damn. That’s gonna chew through my bullet supplies. And we’ll delay by a week. I’m not going to let you go until you know how to shoot. And hit the target.”
“But … sorry Hugh. But I don’t think I can kill. Not even when it’s my life or theirs.”
“Well, then I have one simple advice for you. Don’t even think about your life. Or theirs. Think about that little girl of yours. Think about what will happen to her if she’s caught and sent to reeducation camp. Do I need to show you that website again?”
The determined look on Ben’s face as he took the gun and said “Okay, let’s practice” was all the answer Hugh needed.

The drive had been long. Hugh had warned them, but even so, it had been hard to keep their heads down all the time, hidden under the tarp, as the pickup bumped across the muddy roads. Ben saw the black spots on every exposed part of Claire’s body. And he knew that he looked no different. But she didn’t complain. The determination never left her face. And so, he showed equal determination, to help her like hers helped him.
There had been two checkpoints. They had ducked between the crates, hoping that, if the guards lifted the tarpaulin at all, they would not do a full inspection. It was a vague hope. Hugh had warned them in advance that checkpoints could be dangerous. Ben always had his gun in hand during those checkpoints. Their escape would be ruined if he had to use it, but at least Hugh and him would still have some chance to survive. And to keep Claire out of reeducation.
Luckily, Hugh’s smooth talking was sufficient to have the guards wave them on both times.

And now, they were on the driveway of a farm. He had no idea where. Once again, Hugh’s mantra had been that knowing less would be safer. So he had not asked.
“This is where we part ways. The people in that farm are friends. Or at least, they were the last time I dropped off someone. They should still be there. If my information is correct.”
“You’re not coming inside with us?”
“No. They’ve never seen me, I haven’t seen them. Let’s keep it that way.”
“Really?”
Hugh took Ben aside and whispered, to make sure Claire would not overhear them.
“You still seem to have being shot as your worst fear. Trust me, if they find you, death is your best possible option. They’ll want to make you talk. And they have ways to make you talk. They’ll get everything you know out of you. That’s why I don’t want to know more than I need to. That’s why you really should stop asking questions. What I don’t know – well, it won’t help me, but at least it keeps others safe.”

Hugh lifted Claire out of the pickup truck, and put her on the ground.
“Is this really the last time I get to see you, Hugh?”
“Yes. I’m sorry. I’ll miss you too, you gorgeous little darling.”
“You did so much for us. You were so kind. Is there anything I can do to help you?”
Hugh smiled.
“Just give me a hug, darling. And a kiss. A hug and a kiss, that’s all I ask.”

“Well, hello there!”
The warmth in the woman’s voice as she opened the door and greeted the refugees was overwhelming.
“You must be George, right?”
“Well, actually I am …”
“Silence!”
All warmth was gone in that single word. Then it returned.
“My information says you are George. So you are George. Got it?”
Ben nodded.
“Of course. I am George. And this is …”
He hesitated as he stepped aside to expose Claire to the woman’s prying looks.
“Well, hello there, sweetie. Aren’t you a pretty one! My, my, I’m going to enjoy your stay here, that’s for sure. And not just me. Welcome, Anna.”
“Thanks, ma’m,” Claire hesitantly whispered.
She extended a hand, but the woman wasted no time to draw Claire into a firm hug.
“Oh, I hope that’s okay with you,” she then said, as she noticed Ben’s look, “I’m sometimes a bit too affectionate.”
Ben quickly looked at Claire’s face.
“It’s okay, miss. No harm done.”
And then he got smothered in her next hug.

She introduced herself as Phyllis, then invited the two in.
“There’s nobody here but us in a four mile radius. But even so, it’s still safer to talk inside. Can’t be too careful, right?”
She led the way to the living room, where two children were seated.
“Here’s William. Always pulling his weight to help out with the farm since I lost my husband. A good lad. He just turned twelve this month. And this little miss gorgeous over here is Fiona. She’ll be nine in a few months’ time. Perhaps you can go play with them, Anna? So that your daddy and I can talk grown up stuff.”

The children left the room, leaving Phyllis and Ben to talk.
“Okay. Let’s cut to the chase. You’re here because I work for the Underground.”
“The Underground? It really exists? Most people think it’s only a rumor.”
“Yes, and we keep it that way. Especially the government shouldn’t take us too serious. We don’t want to be known. That’s the only way we can work.”
“And what is it you do?”
“You know what we do. We help people like you. People who would be convicted and sentenced for what shouldn’t be a crime. We can only help a few. But we do what we can.”
“And I appreciate …”
“Cut the pleasantries. You want the ultimate escape. Out of America, to Europe. My task is to tell you how hard that will be. How dangerous. And then, if you still want it, to get you on the way. Or else find a permanent hideout for you and your sexy daughter.”
“So? How hard will it be?”
“You need to get on a ship that sails to Europe. And remain undiscovered until you’re in international waters. It should not be a MAGAmerican ship. Unless you want to remain hidden during the entire trip, which is impossible. So ideally a European vessel. Which is hard, because most port authorities don’t allow foreign ships anymore. And, frankly, most countries don’t want to trade with us either”
“So … hopeless then?”
Ben shuddered at how matter-of-factly Phyllis rattled down the facts that, one by one, crushed all his hopes.
“Not entirely. There’s still some trade left with ULES. And that’s done by European ships, because Europe doesn’t allow MAGAmerican vessels on their shores. You’ll have to get to the only harbor those ships sail from.”
“Which is?”
“New York.”
“But that is …”
“Half a country from here? Yeah, I know. I told you it’s hard.”
“How are we going to travel that far? Surely not by foot?”
“By train.”
“But …”
“You have to sneak in a freight train. In the right one. I can help with that. After that, you’re on your own. The Trumpets know that people try to sneak in trains, so there might be stops where police search the train. You’ll have to evade them. The train station in New York is insanely well guarded, so you must get off before you’re there, and walk the rest. I can give you an address in New York. How to get there without being discovered is up to you. If you make it there, they’ll tell you which boat departs when. I don’t know whether they have ways to help you get on those boats.”
“Damn. That sounds like a plan that can go wrong in a million ways.”
“And succeed in only one. Yeah. I never said it would be easy, George.”
“Damn.”
“Take your time to think things over. You can stay here, at least for a few weeks. Let me know when you decide.”

And then she suddenly changed gears. Gone was the cold matter-of-factly tone with which she had informed Ben about the terrible odds for his plan. Back was the warm and welcoming woman he had seen at the door.
“Okay. Enough talk. Let’s bring your bags upstairs, to your room. I have only a single room that you’ll have to share with Anna. But I’m pretty sure you won’t mind.”
She chuckled.

Ben and Phyllis both grabbed a bag and hauled it upstairs. Phyllis led the way to a room that looked comfortable. It wasn’t very big, but large enough for a queen bed and a few chairs.
“This is my room,” Phyllis then explained, “and these are for Fiona and William. They often sleep in my bed though. So if Anna and you prefer to sleep separately, you can use any of their beds if they’re not in it.”
“That’s really not …”
“Or perhaps even if they are.”
Phyllis chuckled again at Ben’s confused face.
“Come. Let’s go find the children and see what they’ve been up to.”

Ben froze as Phyllis swung open a door. Just in front of the door was Fiona, playing with stuffed animals. However, she had removed all her clothes. And her stuffed toy was between her legs, as she rode the toy as if her life depended on it. Her happy face betrayed how good it felt.
But what shocked Ben even more, was what he saw behind her. William was on a couch, his pants on the floor, his thin, hard dick pointing straight up. And just as he entered, Claire was getting ready to lower her dripping wet child cunt over it. The streaks of white in her hair and around her mouth betrayed that this wasn’t the start of their sexual activities.

Claire beamed as she saw her father in the door.
“Daddy! They are like me! They like sex stuff. And they say it’s safe here.”
Ben looked at Phyllis, who just shrugged and smiled.
“Sorry for the surprise. I asked them to wait until I could tell you. But what can we do? Kids will be kids.”
“I already read between the lines of some of your remarks. And it makes me happy to see Anna so happy. Let’s leave them to play now. I’ll talk with her later.”

History – United States of Europe, 2029

In 2029, the large migration streams between the MAGAmerican Empire and the United States of Europe almost disappeared. The most extreme supporters of the MAGAmerican theocracy were already there, and the doubters changed their mind after learning about the actual living conditions. MAGAmericans still wanted to emigrate, but most were caught and sentenced to death. The few that did make it were instantly granted asylum seeker status in the USE.

But the large migration numbers of the past years had permanently changed the political landscape in the USE. The old right wing parties disappeared, the new fights were between moderate (former leftist) parties, hard liberal parties, and green parties. Different coalitions shaped the USE to be a state with a focus on individual freedoms, strong safety nets, and environmental awareness.

-- Recent history of the Western world, third edition (published May 2048)

They are like meeeee!

At dinner, Claire had not stopped talking about how much fun she had had with the other children.

“Daddy, daddy, William’s dick is a lot smaller than yours!”
“Yes, I know. He’s only 12. His will still …”
“But once he shoots, he can get it up much faster!”
“Yes. Young boys can …”
“Oh, and I also got to play with Fiona. She licked my cunny real good, and then I licked and fingered her!”
“That’s …”
“Did you even know girls can have sex together, daddy?”
“Well, yes, of …”
“What? You knew? Why did you never tell me?”

All of a sudden, the room fell silent. Ben could feel the expectant grin on Phyllis’ face as he had to come up with an answer. He decided, as so often with his girl, to stick to the truth.
“I thought you’d never have a chance to try, darling. Sex between women is just as illegal as what we do. I didn’t want to tell you something I knew you’d want to try, and then have to tell you that you can’t.”
But Claire seemed to have lost interest about halfway through. Ben had recognized the look on her face, that look when she was processing something and reaching a conclusion. And right as he finished his explanation, she was there.
“Women. You said sex between women. Not between girls. So … so that means I can also have sex with Phyllis?”
“Only if …”
“I want to?” Phyllis interrupted, “God, I do. So much! I’ve been gushing ever since I first set eyes on that gorgeous daughter of yours. I would never have said anything, but now that she asked … Yes, Anna, I would love to have sex with you. Will you sleep in my bed tonight?”

Claire’s smile nearly split her head. But then she frowned, and looked at Ben.
“Daddy, do you mind? You'd be alone our first night here!”
“Darling, I am happy when I'm with you but I am even happier when I know you are happy!”
“Plus,” Fiona piped up, “he won't be alone! I'll be with him!”
Phyllis shot her daughter a stern look.
“Sorry mom. Only if he wants to. Do you want to, mister George?”
“Only if you stop the ‘mister’ nonsense!”
“Thanks, George!” Fiona exclaimed, as she jumped into his lap for an innocent hug and a far less innocent kiss.

Once Fiona and Ben were together in the guest room, she didn’t hesitate to tear off all her clothes and then show off her little body to him.
“Do I look good, Chris? Does my little cunt make you horny?”
Ben smiled, lifted her under her armpits, set her on the bed, and then took his time to admire her nubile body. Her small size reminded him that she was almost two years younger than his own Claire. He briefly thought back of how hesitant he had been with her, at first, afraid that their size difference would hurt her. This girl looked so much smaller still!
Her face, looking expectantly at him, was gorgeous. Round, surrounded by black hair that flowed in waves. Her eyes were the deepest brown, her nose was pointy, and her lips formed a happy smile as she followed his gaze, that now went down from her face to her chest. Her chest, so completely flat. The two little nipples the only sign that one future day, she’d grow tits. Her body was very slender, almost thin, a stark contrast with the slight chubbiness of her face. Her smooth vulva looked no different than Claire’s that he knew so well. Except it was smaller. So much smaller. Would she really want to …

He was shaken from his thoughts by her impatience.
“Well? Do you like what you see? Is your dick hard, George? Can I see it?”
And without awaiting a reply, she jumped off the bed and started tugging his clothes. She quickly unbuckled his belt, and as he was still busy undoing his fly, she already started to pull his pants and underwear down, stopping only when his large, hard rod sprang free.
She instantly grabbed it, closed her two little hands around his shaft, pulled his foreskin a bit, then planted a small kiss on the tip.
“It is beautiful!” she exclaimed, “and so big! So much bigger than Chr … William’s!”
Her face turned red as she realized she had almost used her brother’s real name, so Ben made sure to pretend he didn’t notice her slip. He focused on the rest of her remark instead.
“Do you mean this is your first time seeing an adult dick?”
She nodded happily, but then lost no time to open her mouth wide and try to stuff as much of his hardness into it as she could.

Ben realized that it had been stupid of him to assume that this girl would be as experienced as Claire. She was just eight, he reminded himself. Much smaller. It had been stupid of him to assume that it would be possible to fuck her. Stupid to expect it.
And he realized he didn’t need to, as he focused on her eager blowjob. The warm wetness of her little mouth, her suction, the excellent use of her tongue on his tip and her hands on his base, all combined to make this an excellent experience for Ben. So good that he felt his orgasm building already, after not even a minute of this!

And then Fiona suddenly pulled off.
“You aren’t cumming yet, are you, George?”
“Well, I was getting …”
“Then stop! I don’t want it in my mouth.”
“Oh, of course. I forgot you’re only …”
“I want it all in my little cunt. I’ll drink you later.”
Ben flinched at the sudden memory of his last carefree tie with Claire. But he caught himself before Fiona noticed. That was then and this was now. This little girl deserved his full attention.

He picked up Fiona’s nearly weightless body, and threw her on her back on the bed. She quickly spread her little legs wide as he lowered his face. He looked in appreciation at the beauty before him, inhaled her scent deep, and then dove in to start licking. Her taste, so similar to the fresh taste of Claire, yet so different in its own way. He kept lapping, as she kept producing more liquids, squirming and shaking, her hands grabbing his hair and pulling his face hard against her immature sex.

“Oh, yes,” she panted, “yes, George. Lick me. Lick my little cunny. Lick my clit, taste my juices, make me cum! Stick a finger in my hole, feel how tight I am!”
Ben briefly stopped, amazed at her ability to talk dirty. But then he followed her suggestion to slide a finger in her, and as his tongue worked marvels on her clit, she soon started to pant so hard that she was no longer able to speak.

A high pitched shriek betrayed her orgasm. Ben slowed down to give Fiona some time to relax, but then returned to his duties. His tongue on her sensitive button. His right index finger pumping in and out of her hole, so tight that he doubted he could ever squeeze his dick in there. His left hand stroking the smooth skin on her chest.

All of a sudden, a different voice exclaimed her orgasm, loud enough that Ben was happy there were no neighbors. He knew that voice, knew it very well. He felt his dick twitch at the sound of his daughter’s orgasm, and then Fiona followed suit, apparently as inspired by the knowledge of Claire cumming on her mother’s tongue and hands as he was.

Ben kept eagerly lapping and fingering the precious girl in his bed, giving her orgasm after orgasm, while at the same time trying and failing to count the number of orgasms his daughter went through. His chin dripping with little girl juices, his index finger deep inside her, his tongue tired from the constant movement, she finally pushed his head away.
“Enough,” she panted, “enough of this. Now we fuck!”

Ben paused. He stroked a sweaty lock of hair from her face and looked her deep in her eyes.
“Are you really sure? It might hurt, you know.”
She nodded.
“You are here now. I don’t know when my next chance will be. I want this, even if it hurts. Go slow, please. But don’t stop. Don’t hold back. I want this.”
And then a sly grin appeared on her face, and her tone changed back to the dirty talk she had done before.
“So give it to me. I want that fat pedo dick of yours in me. I want you to split me with your fat pole, and I want you to fill me with so much of your filthy sperms that I’ll be having your babies for years!”

Ben chuckled at the sight of such a small, cute angel, spewing such adult dirty language. But his dick had a mind of its own. His dick responded as only dicks do. It jumped and twitched, and seemed to grow even harder and even bigger.

As he crawled over her, he noticed how insanely small she looked in comparison to his adult body. To his throbbing dick. It reminded him of his first time going all the way with Claire, yet this girl was so much smaller still! Would it even fit?
There was just one way to find out. And so he pointed his hardness at her dripping entrance, moved forward until his cockhead met her labia. He paused for a second, feeling her hot wetness. Then he moved his dick up and down a bit, to coat it in her juices while simultaneously spreading his precum all over her tight lips. And then he locked eyes with her, mumbled “here we go”, and pushed.

He started gently, because he didn’t want to hurt this precious small girl under him. But she was too tight. His dick slid between her lips, but stopped there. Her tight tunnel, even with all the natural lube, refused to open for him.
“I’m sorry, dear. I’ll have to push harder. Tell me if it hurts.”
“Just do it!”
He did. He pushed harder. And harder. He felt his dick press against her tight ring, as hard as he dared, and it still didn’t go in.
“I’m sorry, hun, perhaps you’re just too …”
“No! Push harder, dammit! Just push!”
And with those words, she wrapped her little legs around him and made a movement as if to push his ass towards her. The force this small girl could muster was negligible. But the fact that she tried, combined with the sheer determination in her face, gave Ben the resolve he needed. He pushed harder, much harder than he thought was safe with such a small and fragile girl … and all of a sudden, her entrance gave way, and his dick shot in. Much further than he had planned.

Fiona yelped in pain, and tears shot to her eyes. Ben instantly stopped his forward motion. He inspected Fiona’s face, a concerned look on his face. She probably guessed his thoughts.
“Don’t. You. Dare. Pull. Back.” she hissed, in between painful whimpers, “Just hold still. I’ll get used to it.”
Ben had to fight to retain control. Every fiber in his body wanted to push deeper, then pull out and push in again. But he didn’t. He respected Fiona’s wish, as her tightness squeezed his dick in an unbelievable way, and as involuntary muscle movements inside her massaged him in a way he had not thought possible.

They held still, for a few minutes. Ben kissed Fiona, caressed her, whispered compliments on how good she was doing, how brave she was. Slowly, Fiona’s face seemed to relax.
“It’s starting to hurt less. Feel better. Nice. Full. Can you go deeper now? As deep as you can? I know it will hurt, but I want you fully in me now. I’ll try not to scream.”
Ben knew that she had made up her mind. Even if it hurt her, she wanted him deeper. As deep as possible. So he grabbed a corner of the sheet and held it before her mouth.
“Bite on this. It will muffle your screams. Tap my back with your hand if you want me to stop. If you don’t tap, I’ll keep going. Okay?”

And then he pushed. He watched Fiona’s face change. Amazement at first. Then he saw that it started to hurt. He wanted to stop, but recalled his promise. Knew she wanted this, needed this, even through the pain. And so he kept going.
Ben’s feelings had never been as conflicted as now. His body was giving him pure bliss, as more and more of his rigid cock entered the insane tightness of his young lover, as her walls squeezed and massaged every inch of his sensitive fuckpole. And at the same time, he hurt inside as he saw Fiona bite the sheet to stop herself from crying and screaming, as he saw tears flow from her eyes. But yet, he also still saw that same determination, and a growing pride with every second he sunk deeper in her small body.

And then he felt a new resistance. A resistance he knew he would not break, not even try to break, even if she begged him. He stopped his inside movement, and rejoiced as he saw how her face relaxed. A tiny bit.
“That’s it, sweetheart. I’m all the way in. As far as I can. My dick's touching your cervix now. I will not push any deeper.”
Fiona sighed, let the sheet fall out of her mouth, and then answered Ben’s kiss.
“It still hurts, but it also feels nice to be so full. Can you hold still?”
“As long as you want to my little wonder! I won’t fuck you until you are ready. Or not at all, if it hurts too much.”
“Don’t you dare! I did all this. Now you’re gonna fuck me too, whether you want to or not!”
Ben smiled. Oh, he wanted to. She didn’t need to worry about that.
“You’re such a brave girl,” he said, and then their lips locked again.

Finally, after several minutes, she seemed to relax.
“How does it feel now?”
“Weird. Full. Funny. And it still hurts.”
“A lot?”
“No. Only a little now. Can you move? Slowly?”

Ben pulled back a little, and a content moan escaped his mouth as it felt like a million tiny hands were massaging his pulsating penis. Then he slowly moved forward again. As he heard a happy sigh from Fiona, he repeated the motion, this time moving back a bit further before pushing in again. And then he kept repeating that, with slow but deliberate movements, until he pulled almost all the way out, and then moved back in again.
“Faster, please?” she whispered.
He sped up. A bit at first. Then more. All the time, his eyes were locked on her face. He saw how she got more relaxed, more happy. Once he was at a nice pace, he brought a hand down, so he could stimulate her clit with his finger. Soon, she started to pant and moan at the combined sensation of a hard adult dick moving in and out of her tight cunt, and a rough finger delicately stimulating her clit. Her eyes rolled, her tongue fell out of her open mouth, and then her body spasmed, as her cunny contracted and squeezed Ben’s dick so tight that he could only hold still as her orgasm rippled through her delicate body.

The sensation was too much for him. Despite his efforts to hold back, despite his plan to make her first cum at least once more, the pleasure simply was too great. His balls contracted, and he dumped what felt like a pint of sperm in Fiona’s tight cunt.
And then he dropped his body beside her, and kept kissing and caressing her, as both of them slowly slowed down their breath. Relaxation came over him, and as he felt the little child in his arms fall asleep, he also drifted off. At one point there was a vague awareness of someone entering the room, draping some sheets over them, and then turning off the light. But he never bothered to open his eyes to see who it was.

History – United States of Europe, 2029 – 2037

Before the USE was formed, the age of consent varied between European countries from 14 to 18. It was set to 14 in 2029, then reduced to 11 in 2030, and further lowered to 9 in 2032. These changes sparked a lot of controversy both in the USE and in the rest of the world. However, research showed a clearly reduction of child sexual abuse, and long time studies showed an overall higher happiness and better sexual awareness among children born between 2018 and 2023.

The main causes of these improved numbers were twofold. One was that minor attracted persons, who previously had no legal way to satisfy their urges, could now fulfill their desires without having to resort to manipulation or violence, and without having to swear their partners to secrecy. But at least as important was the fact that the much improved sexual education programs ensured that children could no longer be fooled into doing things they didn’t want.

Brazil and China tried to adapt only the sexual education without lowering the age of consent, but soon found that, when children are truthfully informed about sex, many of them want to experience those feelings. Educating children while maintaining a higher age of consent wasn’t feasible. Eventually, most of the world, except the MAGAmerican Empire, adopted the European laws in some forms, although only Europe would eventually go on to fully abolish all age of consent laws.

-- Recent history of the Western world, third edition (published May 2048)

Choo choo train

“I’ll miss them,” Claire sighed, after Phyllis gave them one final hug, stepped back into her car, and drove off.
“You mean that you’ll miss the sex?” Ben said, with a wink.
“Yeah, that too,” Claire readily admitted, “and so will you, daddy. You couldn’t get enough of little Fiona, and I’m pretty sure you liked Phyllis a lot too!”
Ben smiled and nodded. There was no point in denying it. Their discovery of exactly how much they both loved to vary their sexual partners, while still returning to the comfort of each other, was exactly why they had decided to accept the risk and try to make it to Europe.

They climbed through the bushes to find a spot where they could see the railroad track. They found exactly what Phyllis had told them they would find: two parallel tracks, coming out of a tunnel, then going over a ramshackle wooden bridge, then back into another tunnel.
“Remember what Phyllis told us,” Ben repeated, “The bridge is not safe at high speed, so the train slows down in the tunnel. Hopefully slow enough that we can jump on. The train operator is in the front, so we have to remain hidden in the bushes until he has passed this spot and can’t see us anymore. Then we must run towards the train, which hopefully has enough carriages that we can jump on one of them. After that, we have to figure it out by ourselves.”
“I know, dad,” Claire nodded impatiently.
“And the most important, you must not try to jump on the train yourself. I’ll lift you, and then jump on myself. If I don’t make it, you must carry on and try to get to New York anyway. You have the address memorized, right?”
“Yes,” Claire sighed, “but I really don’t want to think about having to go on without you.”

As Ben pulled her in a tight hug and opened his mouth to say something, they heard a sound from the tunnel. A train. They heard the machine, but also the screeching sound as the driver applied the brakes to reduce speed.
“Exactly in time!” Ben noticed, as he checked the wristwatch that Phyllis had given him.

Ben ducked in the bushes, and signaled Claire to do the same. He found a small hole between the leaves that he could use to peek through. Soon, he saw the locomotive emerge from the tunnel. He estimated the speed to be perhaps 20 miles per hour. Depending on how much more it would slow down, jumping on one of the wagons could be a dangerous task. But not even nearly the most risky part of their plan.
He held back Claire as he kept watching. He expected the train operator to mostly focus the bridge, knowing the desolate state of maintenance. But he still couldn’t risk being seen if the operator glanced over his shoulder. He had to wait until the bend of the track obscured the view.

“Almost,” Ben whispered, while still peeking through the leaves, “just a few more seconds, darling. Three … two … one … GO!!! Run, Claire! Run as fast as you can!”
He jumped up, helped his daughter escape the heavy growth, then held her hand as they dashed, she at her highest speed, he adapting his pace, straight towards the track. If there were guards on the train, according to Phyllis a ten percent probability, they’d be toast. But they saw nobody, they heard no shouting, there were no shots. The train just kept going, now at a steady pace of probably 10 miles per hour, as they ran towards it.

Most wagons were closed, and had nothing on the outside that they could hold on to. But then, at the tail end of the train, were four open wagons, carrying sand. Ben quickly unshouldered his backpack and threw it on the first wagon, then took the smaller backpack that Claire presented to him and threw it too. Then he picked her up, ran as fast as he could, to minimize the speed difference, and then, as the second open wagon passed and the third was next to them, he yelled “now!”, as he pushed her as high as he could. She extended her hands to grab the top of the railing, pulled up, and, assisted by his push, managed to get over the railing and fall on the sand.

Ben stumbled when Claire’s weight suddenly no longer rested on his hands. He stumbled and almost fell forward, towards the train. He hardly noticed his daughter shrieking in panic, as he instinctively threw his weight back. While this prevented him from falling against or even under the train, it now caused him to fall on his butt. He instantly jumped up, but the last wagon just passed. He ran as fast as he could. Slowly, he caught up, but he was getting close to the bridge, where he wouldn’t be able to run without tripping over the sleepers. With one final sprint, he reached the back of the train, mere yards before the bridge. And though the rail at the back of the wagon was higher than on the side, he knew he would not get another chance, so he used his last remaining force to jump.

His hands reached for the top of the railing. He was an inch short. His fingertips touched the metal, but he was unable to hold on. As he slid back down, his hands grappled where they could, in a last ditch effort to prevent a fall on the bridge, and then most likely down the ravine underneath. He found a small ridge and managed to hold on. Hanging by his fingertips, his feet just inches above the track, he tried to pull himself up. He succeeded, but not enough to grab the railing. He tried again, once more without success, and as he felt his strength leave his body, he mentally prepared to die.

But then he heard a voice above him.
“Daddy! Daddy! Grab my hands! I’ll pull you up!”
He looked up to see Claire, her upper body hanging over the railing, her arms extended to just above where his fingertips were slowly starting to slip. One final time, he pulled himself up. One final time, he extended his right arm, hanging for a brief moment by only his left fingers. And then Claire grabbed his wrist with her two hands and pulled. She was not strong enough to carry his weight, but her additional pull, together with Ben pulling himself up by the fingers of his left hand, and his feet trying to generate some upward push from the metal of the wagon, was enough that he could now reach the top of the railing with his left hand, then also with his right hand. He had to rest for a while, still supported by his daughter, and then, as the last wagon left the bridge and entered the tunnel, as the train started to pick up speed again, he finally rolled his body over the railing, and dropped on the sand.

He lay there for a few seconds, but then realized they weren’t safe yet. He didn’t know how long the tunnel was. He did know that they had to get inside one of the closed wagons before anyone on the other side of the tunnel would see them here on the open wagon.

And so, he gritted his teeth and mustered his last remaining energy.
“Come, we need to jump from wagon to wagon. I’m glad you saved me, but now the rule that you don’t jump alone is back in force. I’ll help.”
The gaps between the wagons were large, but not impossible for Ben, nor for Claire with Ben’s help. Soon they were on the first of the sand wagons, and before them was the back door of a closed wagon.
“Pray it’s not locked,” Ben mumbled, as he stretched across the gap to reach for the handle. To his relief, the door slid open. One last jump, one last time pulling Claire across a gap, and then he fell on the hard floor, as Claire closed the door.

History – United Liberated European States, 2039

Three months after the United States of Europe officially renamed themselves to the United Liberated European States (ULES), the last and most controversial of the sexual liberation laws was passed. With the passing of the Informed Consent in Europe act (ICE), all former age of consent laws were abolished, and replaced by a new law, based on informed consent only.

At the time of writing (1), no other countries have followed the European example of fully abolishing age of consent, although thresholds have been significantly lowered across the world. The only exception is the MAGAmerican Empire, where the age of consent has been raised to 25.

It is too early to do a full analysis of the effect of the ICE, but first signs are very positive.

(1) By the time the second edition went to press, Brazil, Japan, and New Zealand have embraced the European law, with only minor changes.

-- Recent history of the Western world, third edition (published May 2048)

I want to be a part of it

Ben allowed himself and Claire a good ten minutes to rest and recover. But then he forced himself to stand up, and helped Claire get up as well.
“I want to check out all the wagons we can reach. To find the best hiding spot, in case someone enters the train to check.”
And so they explored all wagons, making a mental note of the cargo in each. Eventually, they found a good hiding spot in one of the wagons near the front of the train. It was loaded with different sized crates, with gaps in between. And there were a few cracks between the planks of the wagon, so they could peek outside without being seen.

Not long after they had settled, just as Claire suggested a fun way to pass the time, the train slowed down.
“This can’t be New York yet,” Ben observed.
He urged his daughter to get dressed again, and crawled towards the widest crack to look outside,
“Definitely not yet New York,” he whispered, as Claire crawled up to him.
“Then why are we slowing?”
“I don’t know. Perhaps another bridge. Perhaps a checkpoint.”

Once the train came to a complete halt, they knew that this was not a bridge. Ben praised himself lucky for picking one of the front wagons when he saw two uniformed men approach the locomotive. He pressed his ear against the crack, to try to make out what was said. Luckily, the men had to shout hard for the operator to hear them over the noise of the still running machine.
“… need to check … wagons …,” he heard.
The answer from the train operator was impossible to make out for Ben.
“No worries … quick … fugitives … not inside … infrared … peek … just a few …”

“What are they saying, daddy?”
Claire sounded very afraid, so Ben tried to comfort her with a hug.
“They want to check the train. I think they won’t check inside all wagons. They use heat detectors to find fugitives on the train.”
“But then they will see that we are here!”
“If we stay here, yes. But remember, when we inspected the train? Two wagons back is loaded with pigs. If we go there, our heat will be drowned. And we can hide between the pigs, so they won’t even see us if they peek inside. Only if they really search the wagon.”
“Then we better go there fast, daddy. Before they start the search.”

Ben once more peeked through the cracks before opening the door in the back of the wagon. All seemed safe. He removed the safety from his gun, signaled Claire to stay behind him, then opened the door and quickly looked in both directions. Nobody there!
He reached across the gap to open the front door of the next wagon, then signaled for Claire to come forward. He helped her with the jump, then followed her, and quickly closed both doors.
They sprinted through the empty wagon, then repeated the same procedure, and, with a deep sigh, arrived in the stench of the pig wagon.

“I’m sorry darling. We’ll have to go to the middle. And duck in the mud.”
“I’ll never get this smell off of me,” Claire whined, but she still followed Ben’s lead as he threw himself in the mud between the squealing pigs. He could only hope that the inspectors would attribute their unrest to the conditions in the wagon, not to two fugitives hiding in their midst.

They waited with baited breath as they heard the voices of the inspectors approach.
“Crikes. That one is only heat.”
“Yeah, for sure. It’s a cattle wagon, so whaddya expect?”
“Should we look inside?”
“Yeah, you go look. I’ll go ahead to the next wagon.”

Ben once more removed the safety from his gun, and pointed it straight at the side door, where rattling noises were heard as the inspector opened the locks. A beam of light entered the wagon as the door slid open, and he was momentarily blinded. But then his eyes adjusted.
He saw the beam of a flashlight wander through the wagon. But the source was stationary. It seemed the inspector didn’t want to enter the smelly wagon. Ben couldn’t blame him.
He still kept his gun pointed straight towards the inspector, ready to pull the trigger at the first signal of him noticing something. A few minutes passed. Then the flashlight was switched off, and the bright sunlight disappeared again when the door slid shut.

“Would you really have shot him, daddy?” Claire asked, her voice shaking.
“I would. And then I’d have to shoot the other man too, and the train operator. I didn’t want to. Killing is wrong. And it would ruin our flight plan. But all of that is still better than getting caught.”
“Really, daddy? Is killing better than going to jail?”
Ben sighed. He had never told Claire the actual fate that would await them if they got caught. And he still didn’t want to. But he also didn’t want his daughter to view him as a coldblooded killer.
“I’ll explain later, Claire. Then you’ll understand why I would have shot. But I’m happy I didn’t have to.”
“Me too, daddy!”

It took another half hour, but then finally the train started to ride again. They waited five more minutes before returning to their original hiding place. Claire had been right. The smell of pigs and mud stayed with them, and didn’t seem to go away.
“I’m sorry, daddy. I promised to fuck you, but this stench kills my mood.”
“No worries, darling. I’m not in the mood either. Go get some sleep. I’ll keep watch.”
“Wake me in a few hours, daddy. You need some sleep too.”

They took turns sleeping and keeping watch. But nothing happened during the night, nor the following day. And then, as it was dusk already, Ben saw the skyline of New York in the distance when he peeked outside. He realized that the delay, caused by the checkpoint, made their timing even better than the original plan. It would be fully dark by the time they’d have to jump off.

He woke Claire from her slumber, and opened the backpacks to dig up the tools Phyllis had given them. Face paint, masks, wigs. A fake mustache, plus as a jacket with large shoulder fillings for Ben. And a standard outside robe for girls for Claire, padded to make her appear to have small breasts already. Nobody knew exactly how well the police’s suspect recognition AI worked, nor even whether it used only the face or the whole body. They just hoped that, in the dark, in a large enough crowd, and when not doing anything suspicious, they wouldn’t be recognized. At least not in a place over 2,000 miles from where they were last seen. If that hope was not justified … Ben shuddered at the thought.

Ben did his best possible job on painting Claire’s face, in the shallow light of their flashlight. Phyllis had made him practice a few times, and that paid off now. Then they switched, with Claire painting her father. She had added some naughty sketches every time they practiced, but this time she knew it was for real, and she remained serious. At least, that’s what she told Ben. They didn’t have a mirror, so he had to trust her.

They got into their clothes. Ben stuffed the bundle with their old clothes in the backpack. With a sigh, he added the gun. He would have loved to keep it, but Phyllis had pointed out that there were metal detectors in all major cities now. Keeping the gun was an even greater risk than discarding it.
“Make sure all traces of our being here are cleared,” he urged Claire, as he started picking up bits and pieces that were scattered on the floor, “if they see that there was a stowaway on the train, they’ll intensify their checkpoints.”
Together they collected all evidence of their train ride. Ben stuffed all of it in the second backpack. Then he peeked outside. When the area appeared clear, he opened the door a bit, and threw both backpacks as far away from the train as he could.

All they had now were the clothes they wore, a few Donalds in his back pocket, and their last flask of water. Ben had no idea what to do if they didn’t make it to the safehouse, or if it was compromised. There was no backup plan.
That address of the safehouse, and the best location to jump off the train, were imprinted in Ben’s memory. Phyllis had flat out refused to let him write it down. She had known very well that, if Ben got caught, the Trumpets would definitely manage to torture it out of him. But at least that would buy a bit more time, time that the Underground could perhaps use to evacuate the safehouse.

After a few minutes, Ben nodded to Claire. He tried to sound reassuring.
“It’s time,” he just said, “Let’s go.”
She simply nodded. They had already discussed the plan. In silence, they went out the back door, to the next wagon, and then the next. A slight smile as they recognized the familiar smell of the pigs, but then they moved on to the next. Until they finally reached the rear end of the train, with the open wagons that so nearly had killed Ben.
He felt a lump in his stomach as he approached the ridge that he had hung on to by his fingertips, not even two days ago. He felt Claire squeeze his hand, and he gave a gentle squeeze back. But neither said anything.

Ben carefully watched the landscape. They were already in the outskirts of the city, and he knew it would only be a few more minutes until they had to make the jump. To his relief, the train started to slow down. The jump would still be dangerous, but at least their odds were better.
Looking to the left of the train, he finally noticed the marking points that Phyllis had made him memorize. He took Claire with him to the far right corner of the wagon.
“We jump in that direction,” he pointed, “at the count of three. Jump as far as you can. There should be sand where we land. Try to break your fall.”
Claire’s white face made a slight up and down motion.
“Scared, honey?”
“Yes, daddy. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, hun. Of course you’re scared. Daddy is scared too.”
She smiled and hugged him.
“Will you still jump, even though you are scared?”
“I will daddy. If you do it too.”
“Yes. Together. At the count of … one … two … three!”

He jumped, as far as he could. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his daughter jump as well, though she didn’t get as far as him. He saw the earth approach and braced himself for the fall, tried to catch his fall with his arms and legs, tried to get into a rolling motion. A stab of pain in his left shoulder. Then a hard hit against his chest, and then his body rolled over sand, that was much harder than he had expected.
Behind him, he thought he heard a sharp shriek, over the rattling sound of the train that disappeared behind him.
And then silence.

They had made it. They were in New York.

History – The MAGAmerican Empire, 2043

After the murder of Barron Trump, the Syndicate officially took over power in the MAGAmerican Empire. Nobody knew who the people behind this mysterious organization were. But the army, the police, and all Trumpet officials accepted their authority. The population had no other choice but to accept this new reality.

Two months later, the last remaining members of the Trump family were accused of being disloyal to the MAGAmerican and Trumpet values. The trial lasted only two days. The verdict was executed the same day. The remaining body parts were distributed throughout the country, to be showcased in every major city, as a reminder to all what happens to those who betray MAGAmerica.

-- Recent history of the Western world, third edition (published May 2048)

A broken leg and a bleeding chest

Ben fought down the pain in his left shoulder, his chest, and everywhere else in his body. The shriek he had heard still echoed in his mind. He had to find his daughter. He had to know she was okay.
He struggled to get up. Stinging pain reminded him that he had to check his own condition too. He quickly felt his shoulder. It seemed not to be broken. When his hand touched his chest, he felt warm and sticky fluid. He pressed his jacket against his chest. That would have to do for now. He had to find Claire.
And so he looked around, tried to see in what little light was still left. Constantly looking, he slowly followed the trail his body had left in the sand.

And then he heard it. A soft whimpering sound, that he instantly recognized. Claire! It was her voice! But she was in trouble, or in pain. Perhaps both.
With a strength he didn’t know he still had, Ben ran towards the source of the sound. There she was, rolled up like a fetus, in the sand, softly whimpering. He squatted next to her and laid a hand on her head.
“Claire,” he whispered, “I’m here. Daddy is here. All will be okay.”
She opened her eyes and a small smile appeared, then it was gone again. He could see on her face that she was in pain.
“Daddy. You made it.”
“You too, Claire. We made it.”
“I don’t know, daddy? There’s something wrong with my leg. It hurts very much. I tried to get up, but it doesn’t carry my weight. You should leave me behind.”
“Never, darling. I will never leave you. It’s too soon to give up. Can I touch your leg?”
“Daddy, you know you can always touch me,” she giggled.
“Not in that way. It might hurt. But perhaps I can find out what’s wrong. Try to be silent, even if it hurts.”

Claire nodded, then gritted her teeth, as Ben’s hands slowly and meticulously examined her leg. Sharp intakes of breath told him where it hurt. Not that he needed it. The bone sticking out was unmistakable.
“It’s broken, darling. You can’t walk on that leg. I’ll have to support you. I wish I could carry you, but it seems my shoulder is dislocated. I might carry you for a bit, but not all the way. You’ll have to walk as much as you still can. It will hurt. A lot. Do you think you can handle it?”
“I don’t know, daddy. But I’ll try. As long as you are with me, I’ll try.”
“Oh darling, you are so brave. I love you!”
“Me too, daddy.”

It took a few minutes of pure struggle before Claire, with Ben’s help, was on her legs. Or rather, on her one good leg. Then they hobbled towards the line of bushes separating the railroad track from the city. Ben led the way, and helped Claire follow the trail he made, until he could peek through the leaves to check the street ahead of them.
Luckily, it wasn’t too busy here. Ben waited a few minutes, until nobody was close enough to see them crawling out of the bushes. This was the time. He picked up Claire under his right arm, ignoring her whimpers and his own pain, and quickly got out of the bushes and onto the sidewalk. There, he gently put his daughter down, and held her to support her.

The longest[/i] part of their escape was done. But the [i]hardest part was about to begin. He had an address. But no clue how to get there. The only thing he knew is that the point where Phyllis had told them to jump off the train was “near the safehouse”. Not much to go by.
He picked a random direction, and then they started walking. Their progress was slow. When Ben felt he had the strength, he’d carry his daughter. Then he had to put her down again, and she had to bear the pain as she stumbled along, supported by her father, until he once more was ready to carry her.

People were passing by, more and more as they got into more populated parts of the city. But nobody payed them any attention. Whenever they noticed a patrolling police vehicle, they made sure to have Claire stand as upright as she could muster, to not draw any attention to her broken leg. To their relief, all cars kept driving, without slowing down. Apparently their makeshift makeover was enough. For now.

Ben kept checking street signs. But knowing what street he was in didn’t help. He needed a map, and no matter where he looked, he couldn’t find one.
“Wait. Over there. Is that a map?”
Claire pointed, and now Ben noticed it too. a large sign, dimly lit by a small lamp on the top, with lines and texts on it. They approached, as fast as they could. So still very slow. And as they got closer, they noticed that it was an advertisement. A call to donate your excess Donalds to the Syndicate.
He sighed.

And then he startled, as he heard a voice behind him. He had been so excited about the prospect of finding a map, that he had forgotten to check his rear. Startled, he turned around, so fast that Claire almost fell.
“Hey! Are you two okay? You seem to be wounded. Do you need help?”
Ben’s heart hammered, his mind panicked, and he had to fight down the urge to run. He felt he had to say something, but couldn’t find words. It was Claire who saved the situation.
“I fell when I was playing and I hurt my leg. Daddy’s helping me get home.”
“Playing, eh? See, that’s why children shouldn’t play. Stay at home and study the Bible. That’s proper.”
His voice sounded stern, but Ben thought he saw a small wink and a slight curl of his lips.

The stranger got on one knee before Claire.
“Oh, wow. That looks very serious. I think you should get to the hospital, not home.”
“No!” Ben yelled, “not the hospital!”
“Not?”
“We’re …,” Ben hesitated, looked for an excuse, “we are …”
“Ah, I get it,” the man interrupted, “not insured. Yeah, can’t have them hospital bills then. Okay, where do you live?”
“We stay with friends,” Ben said, then rattled down the memorized address.
The man thought for a few seconds.
“Okay, Seems you got lost then. You were going in the exact wrong direction. You need to go …”
He paused for a bit.
“Know what? I won’t let you walk there. Not with her leg looking like that. Stay here. I’ll fetch my car. I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Wow, daddy, there still are friendly people. Even here in the big city.”
“It seems that way, darling. I hope it’s true.”
Claire opened her mouth to say more, but then a car parked next to them and the man got out. Ben used hist last remaining strength to help him carry Claire into the car. He stumbled into the seat next to her, and lost consciousness before the stranger even got into the front seat.

History – The MAGAmerican Empire vs the ULES, 2044

The MAGAmerican Empire and the ULES had settled into an armed peace, because both parties knew that an armed conflict would result in mutual destruction, and likely the destruction of the world. The fragility of that situation became clear on June 24, 2044, when Dolores Smith, a sailor on the European vessel King Boudewijn II, was arrested in New York harbor, and sentenced to death for being transsexual.

Protests from the ULES and from the rest of the world were ignored by the MAGAmerican Empire. After miss Smith’s execution, tension rose to levels not seen since the Cuban Missile Crisis. But eventually, frantic diplomatic action prevailed, and World War III was avoided.

Once the MAGAmerican Empire realized they needed trade to survive, they gave in to the ULES demands to assign a small stretch of New York harbor as special territory, where most of the MAGAmerican laws do not apply, so that European sailors can leave the ship to assist in loading and unloading without being at risk.

-- Recent history of the Western world, third edition (published May 2048)

Out of America

When Ben woke up, he was in a comfortable bed. In a chair next to it was Claire. Her face showed sorrow, that disappeared and was replaced with joy when she saw her father open his eyes.
“Daddy! You made it!”
“I … What happened?”

She told him how the unknown man had brought them to the address Ben had given, and then rang the door. John and Joan, the inhabitants of the house, together with their driver, had carried first Claire and then Ben inside. Apparently they knew some medical stuff. They had inspected Ben, and found that his chest wound was much more severe than he had thought. The only donor blood they had available was what they could safely give. After that, Ben was left to heal on his own. They had also splinted Claire’s leg, which would probably be fine.
“Oh, you are Thomas now, and I am Julia.”

She then rushed out to fetch Joan. Joan did a quick examination of Ben, and seemed satisfied.
“You will need more rest. Which is fine, because Julia’s leg also needs time to heal. You’ll stay here until you’re ready to move on. You must remain inside. And absolutely no illegal activities under this roof. Don’t even mention them. We are a MAGA loving and God fearing couple,” the wink she gave betrayed her true intent, “and we don’t want our neighbors to think that we would ever host rebels here.”

It took a full week more before Ben felt healthy again. Claire’s leg needed four more days. And then Joan declared them ready to travel.
“There are on average two European ships every week,” she whispered, with a radio loudly playing the anthem in the background, “John can secure information about the departures. We can drop you off near the ship, but you’ll have to find a way to sneak past the guards, get on board, and remain hidden until you’re on full sea.”
“Guards? Phyllis told me that the Europeans welcome refugees?”
“They do. The guards are all Trumpets. They are officially there to keep the European crew out of MAGAmerica. But in reality, their main purpose is to keep refugees away from the ship.”

Ben spent most of the next two days poring over maps of the harbor, and mostly of the Special Territory. John even had a few photos. They were not very clear, as photographing that area was highly illegal. But it was better than nothing. At the end of the second day, Ben knew that, once they were past the guarded gate, they would have to hide between the cargo containers that usually were stacked there, waiting to be loaded, or waiting to be put in further transport after being unloaded. And then, hopefully, find a way to sneak on board and find a hiding spot at night. The only part he had not figured out yet, was how to get past the guards.

“I guess we’ll have to play it by ear,” he sighed.
“Isn’t it too risky, if you have no plan? You can stay here for another week, if that helps.”
“Have you seen Julia lately? She’s getting more fidgety by the day. I don’t know how much longer she can go without …” he interrupted himself, “… without fresh air.”

Two hours later, John drove his car to as near to the harbor as he dared. A short goodbye, and then Ben and Claire were on their own. It was evening already, but most lights in the street were not lit. The darkness provided protection, but also made it difficult to see where they were going.

Ben led the way, mentally repeating the instructions John and Joan had given. Three blocks straight, take a right, then the second on the left, then left again. He heaved a sigh of relief when, after that last turn, he did indeed see the lights of the harbor ahead.
A large part of the quay, perhaps 500 yards long and 100 yards wide, was fenced off. The Special Territory. It was brightly lit, despite there being no activity at this time. Containers seemed to be scattered randomly. Ben heaved a sigh of relief, as he realized that at least this part of the plan would work.

But he still had no idea how to get there. The fence was too high to climb, and even if they could, they’d get stuck in the barbed wire on top. That left only the entrance, a closed barrier, that was guarded by two heavily armed Trumpet guards. Ben had hoped that he’d see an option, that he’d be able to figure something out. But now that he was here, he had no idea.

“Daddy? What do we do now?”
Ben sighed. His brain had just concluded that there was only one possible way.
“You stay here for now, darling. I’ll go around the block. I’ll approach the Trumpets from the other side. When they are distracted, you can try to sneak in. Past the gate, you can …”
“Wait! How do you get in then?”
Ben sighed again.
“I think I won’t. I think I’ll be arrested. Or even shot, so don’t look …”
“Oh, no! No, daddy! I don’t want to go anywhere without you!”
“I see no way to get there together. This way, at least you will be …”
“No! I won’t do it!”
“Shhh! Keep your voice down darling, or we’ll both be arrested.”
“Sorry, daddy. But I still won’t …”

Ben interrupted her by brusquely pressing his hand over her mouth.
“Shht,” he whispered, “I hear something. Something’s happening there. Stay here. I’ll peek around the corner.”
He saw two people descend the gangway. One seemed to be drunk and was holding a bottle. The other tried to hold the first back. He listened intently, trying to make out the shouted conversation.
“… can’t do … no booze allowed … Trumpets will …”
The drunk person replied. Ben was surprised to hear a woman’s voice.
“I can … ever I please, I … European citizen … arrest me!”

Ben missed a bit when Claire tugged his sleeve to ask what was going on. He just pressed his finger against his lips, then whispered.
“Stay silent. Let me watch. This might be our chance.”

He quickly peeked around the corner again. The two sailors were now close to the barrier, and they were arguing with the Trumpets.
“… you to get back on the ship, madam. Public drinking is not …”
“Oh, loosen up, you uptight Trumpiot. You just need a good lay.”
Ben gasped as he saw how the woman unbuttoned her already very revealing blouse, revealing two nice and firm bare breasts. Her colleague quickly grabbed her and covered her up again.
“Really, Joanne, you can’t do that here! Even in the Special Territory, this can get you in trouble.”
“Okay, you know what? I need to get away from this ship. I’m gonna go find a bar.”
And before any of the men could react, she sprinted past the guard, towards the city.

“Madam! Halt! Stop right there!”
“Or else? What are you going to do? Shoot me, like you shot Dolores?”
The guards hesitated. But then the other sailor shouted:
“After her. We must stop her. She’ll get herself in trouble, and that won’t end well!”
Without waiting for a response, he took off. The guards hesitated for a short moment, but then started to run too.

Ben instantly turned around.
“Claire! This is our chance! Run, run as fast as you can!”
It was now or never. He wasted no time to check whether the guards looked back, whether they were seen. If they were, they’d be screwed anyway. So he just ran, dragging Claire along by her arm, towards the barrier, past it, onto the Special Territory. A quick look around to find the best cover, then he ducked between some containers, threw himself flat on the floor behind a smaller crate, and pulled Claire down next to him.

Just in time. Claire and Ben tried to suppress their panting as they heard footsteps and voices. He didn’t dare to look, but heard the conversation. The woman was still upset, but the male sailor had calmed her down enough to get her to return, while the two Trumpets muttered something about still being able to arrest the two. After a few more minutes, the sailors finally returned to the ship, and silence returned to the quay.

Just as Ben heard a clock chime twelve, all lights in the Special Territory were shut off. A few seconds later, most of the lights on the ship went dark too. A quick peek around the corner of their cover proved that all the remaining light in the area was from the bright lamps at the entrance gate, and a few remaining faint lights on the ship.
He gently woke Claire from her slumber. Together, they slowly made their way, as silent as they could, always keeping containers between them and the Trumpets, and between them and the ship. Ever closer to the gangway.
“The gangway is visible from where the Trumpets are,” Ben whispered to Claire, “and from the ship, of course. I think the Trumpets watch the MAGAmerican side only, so hopefully they won’t pick this moment to turn around, or else I hope the darkness covers us. And I haven’t seen anyone on board of the ship, so this is our best chance.”

Ben got on all fours and crouched towards the ship. Carefully, in order to make no noise on the metal, they crawled up the gangway. All the time, Ben expected to be seen. To hear a shout behind him, or in front of him, from a Trumpet or a sailor noticing two silhouettes of people crawling on board. But all he heard were the sounds of the city behind them.

And then they were on board. They waited a bit, silently listening to confirm they were still undiscovered. Then Ben motioned for Claire to follow him, as they went in search for a place to hide. Joan had told them that the crew would most likely not turn them in, but Trumpets might inspect the ship before departure.
After several minutes of searching, Claire noticed a hatch that was slightly ajar. It was indeed not locked. Ben pried it open. It was completely dark below the hatch, but feeling around, he found the steps of a ladder.
“You go first. I’ll close the hatch behind me.”

In the pitch black, thy slowly made their way down the ladder, into the hold of the ship. Feeling their way around, they noticed that they were in a small compartment. There wasn’t much space left between the containers.
“We’re in luck. It seems they’re already done loading here,” Ben whispered. He got a huge sigh in return.

Ben allowed Claire to sleep, as he fought to stay awake. He noticed that the night was over because of the faint outline of light above him, where he knew the hatch to be. And then he heard a new sound. The roar of heavy engines woke up Claire.
“Are we sailing, daddy?”
“I think we’re about to set sail.”
“So we made it?”
“We still need to stay hidden, until we’re in international waters, darling.”
“How long will that be?”
Ben shrugged. Then, realizing Claire couldn’t see him, added: “I don’t know. Let’s just wait as long as we can.”

Then, all of a sudden, a metallic sound above them, followed by a blinding light flooding the room.
Ben and Claire scurried into a corner, trying to find cover. But then they heard a woman’s voice above them.
“No need to hide. We know you are there. I bet you rather sleep in a proper bed.”
Ben startled. He recognized that voice.
“Angelica Pitchins. I’m the captain of this ship. And in case you wonder, I wasn’t drunk at all yesterday. We figured we had to provide a distraction for you. Welcome aboard, and welcome to the ULES!”