Author's Note: This story is set in the fictional country of Nordland, a small island nation in the North Sea between the UK, Norway and Denmark.
This series is somewhat different to my usual storylines and is in response to a request from a reader. This series will explore the ethics of politics and personal gain and will have a number of darker themes than my usual stories.
This story is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places described in this narrative are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
All comments and feedback is welcome.
HF
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Ingrid Magnusson, the formidable Head of Human Resources at Nordahl & Björnsson, one of Nordland's most prestigious law firms, leaned back in her ergonomic office chair, her brown hair styled in a sleek bob that framing her determined expression. Green eyes scanned over the final report for the day, her attention to detail clearly evident in her review of every figure and line of text.
"Ms. Magnusson, your 5 o'clock appointment is here," Thea, her diligent assistant, announced as she entered the office.
Ingrid glanced at the clock on her desk, her lips pursing slightly. "Send them in," she commanded, her voice carrying the authority of someone accustomed to being in charge.
A moment later, a young associate entered, a folder clutched tightly in their hands. Ingrid listened intently as they presented their findings, nodding occasionally to indicate her approval.
"Thank you, that will be all," she stated firmly once the presentation was complete, dismissing the associate with a wave of her hand.
With a sense of satisfaction, Ingrid rose from her chair, smoothing out the tailored lines of her navy-blue pantsuit. The fabric hugged her curves in all the right places, exuding an air of sophistication and power. Paired with a crisp white blouse and polished heels, her corporate attire was the epitome of conservative professionalism.
As she made her way out of her office, Ingrid's thoughts turned to the evening ahead. She had a charity event to attend on behalf of Bjorn who was currently attending a finance ministers meeting in Paris. The event would be an opportunity to network with other influential figures in Nordland's conservative circles.
Descending the stairs to the underground garage, Ingrid's gaze fell upon her prized possession--a sleek Audi A8, the epitome of luxury and refinement. The car's sleek lines and polished exterior reflected her own sense of style and sophistication.
Unlocking the car with a press of a button, Ingrid slid into the driver's seat, the scent of leather and polish filling the air. Adjusting the mirrors and seat, she took a moment to admire her reflection in the rearview mirror--every strand of hair in place, every crease in her suit crisp and sharp.
With a sense of purpose, Ingrid started the engine and pulled out of the parking space, the car gliding smoothly along the underground garage. As she navigated the maze of concrete pillars and fluorescent lights, her mind buzzed with thoughts of the evening ahead--networking opportunities, potential political donation deals, and the chance to make a difference in the community of Nordland.
With Bjorn away at the ministers' meeting, Ingrid had been alone at home with her two daughters, Solveig and Linnea, for the past few days. Her brow furrowed for a moment as she turned onto the Nordhaven street outside the office building. She had seen Linnea that morning before she left for university, but she hadn't seen Solveig in a few days; it had been Saturday morning when she was last at home. Ingrid had assumed that she had just spent the weekend with her boyfriend, Leif.
Ingrid shook her head, not understanding what her daughter saw in him. To be honest, Ingrid couldn't understand a lot of things her elder daughter did. If only Solveig was more like Linnea, she thought to herself as she navigated the late afternoon traffic towards the function.
Pressing the buttons on the steering wheel, Ingrid pulled up the telephone directory on her phone and dialed Solveig's number. She frowned when the call went straight through to voicemail and for a moment a part of her worried that her daughter might be in trouble. She and Bjorn had been forced to bail their oldest daughter out of trouble on more than one occasion. It was only the regular allowance that they paid her that ensured her semblance of obedience to their wishes, particularly when it came to Bjorn's political activities.
Sighing, she looked at the clock; she would be at the charity event for a few hours and would then call her daughter again to see where she was.
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Walking back to car later that evening after the charity event, Ingrid wondered whether she should have had that third glass of champagne, especially on an empty stomach. That was one thing she always hated about these types of events; although usually well catered for with drinks, there was never anything decent to eat. Ingrid had skipped lunch that day due to several conflicting meetings and now she could feel her stomach starting to rumble.
Ingrid glanced at the time on her phone; 8:12pm. Still no calls or contact from Solveig, or from Linnea for that matter, she thought. Standing next to her car, she tried Solveig's number again; no response. Frowning, she tried to call Linnea, wondering on the oft-chance that she knew where her sister was. Likewise, there was no response to her call, which was strange for her younger, more responsible daughter.
Doing her best to push down the feelings of concern and fear that started to rise inside of her, Ingrid opened the Find My app to see where her daughters were. To her surprise, she saw that their phones' last known locations were the same, a building in an industrial area of downtown Nordhaven. What could they both be doing there, Ingrid thought to herself? A rave? A party? Ingrid frowned; it was strange that both of her daughters would be in the same place since they typically couldn't stand being in the same room together for more than two minutes.
Settling behind the steering wheel of her Audi, Ingrid started the engine and punched the location of the building into the GPS. Pulling out into the traffic, she started to make her way towards her daughters, unaware of the events that had overtaken them.
Twenty minutes later, her stomach still rumbling, Ingrid pulled up at the location on the GPS. Looking around the dark and deserted street, she thought something must have been wrong with her GPS. This might be the type of area that Solveig hung out with her university radical friends, but she couldn't imagine Linnea hanging around in such an unseemly part of the city.
Most of the buildings up and down the street were dark, obviously closed for the day. Ingrid noticed some lights on in the building adjacent to her, what looked like an old factory or storage building that had been converted to offices or accommodation at some point in time. Looking around nervously, she exited her car and made her way towards the building, making sure she locked the car doors behind her.
There was a single entrance door that looked like it had been used recently and, turning the handle, she found that it was unlocked. Cautiously, Ingrid pushed open the door to reveal a long corridor with a door at the end. It was quite dark in the hallway, but she could see a frame of light around the doorway at the end of the hallway. She looked around confused, this couldn't be where her daughters were, she thought?
Making her way to the door at the end of the hallway, she reached for the handle, again surprised to find it unlocked. The door swung open and bright light flooded out into the hallway, illuminating it and dazzling Ingrid momentarily. She heard loud female moans and groans as well as men speaking and cheering in African-accented Nordic. Stepping through the doorway, Ingrid's life changed in an instant.
As her eyes adjusted to the harsh light, Ingrid stopped dead in her tracks as her gaze moved around the room. There were perhaps a dozen black men standing around in the room, all of them with their backs to her as their attention was focused on the activities occurring in the middle of the room. The light came from several banks of industrial or filming lights that were set up on stands, all focused inwards towards the center of the room where a mattress was located. Around these lights were several video cameras, obviously filming the activities taking place on the mattress.
Ingrid's jaw dropped opened in shocked surprise as she recognized the two pale bodies sitting astride two black men lying next to each other on the mattress. It was Solveig and Linnea, obviously enjoying the sensations of the black cocks deep inside of them. To her shock and horror, her two daughters had turned to face each other and were kissing passionately as they continued to ride the black men.
Her shriek of shock, horror, disbelief and anger erupted from the depths of her throat, echoing around the room. Immediately all the people in the room spun around to look at her as her daughters broke their kiss and stopped the rocking motions, their faces turning towards their mother.
