Free Use Pregnant World

"GET DOWN!!!"

I yelled at the top of my lungs and then ducked my head into my chest, closed my eyes, and prayed to God.

I felt the whole earth shake and toss me before I heard the explosion. I didn't panic. Hell, I was fucking used to this by now. The artillery rained down on me for the third time today, and I knew if I was still alive after five minutes, I would be OK. That was as long as they shelled our position every time. But five minutes was a long time under this type of bombardment.

The ground felt like it would give away, fall apart and swallow me whole. The artillery deafened me. I felt my skull rattle in my brain. I didn't even look at my watch. I couldn't tear my hands off my weapon. My fingers were gripped to the rifle. Dust and dirt screamed around me, making it hard to breathe. I couldn't even hear my men. If they were hurt or worse, I'd have to wait until after the shelling to get to them. You didn't dare move out of your trench during the hell coming down on you.

Five minutes of shelling. On and on it went... and then forever ended. The last shell fell, and the ground stopped shaking. I could hear myself breathing into my armour, the modular chest plates rising and falling with my lungs. The battle suit, a powered exoskeleton that gave me added mobility, strength and protection and was standard gear as an infantryman, was boiling hot inside thanks to all the plates, mechanical parts, the uniform and the humidity in the jungle.

"Fuck," I groaned as I leaned forward in the trench. My head was still shaking. I adjusted my helmet, checked the chin strap, and then looked to my left and right. My squad was all there, most still braced and ducked down, a couple slowly starting to get up. No one looked injured or hurt, just shaken up.

"Sound off!" I yelled.

"Walker!"

"Kirkland!"

"Lee!"

My squad consisted of nineteen men and me at this point. It wasn't even my squad until a month ago. Our former sergeant had taken a hit in the shoulder, a chunk the size of an apple blown out of his upper arm. He was back at the forward hospital with others injured over this whole period of action. We had yet to be relieved. Four weeks on the frontlines in the deadliest engagements yet. The war carried on.

My squad stopped sounding off, and I nodded. Everyone was OK. No one was missing.

"Inventory check." I gave the order. "Wilson, get on comms. See if it's finally time."

"Yes, Sarge!"

They'd been promising that we would take the fight back at the enemy for the last week. Instead, we'd been sitting here, repelling advances and trying not to get blown up. Our air coverage was gone. The enemy was advancing and pushing on all fronts, but we held. We'd given no quarter.

Nine months. Nine months of fighting. I'd only received one month of training before I'd been thrown into the mix, a gun in my hand and an exoskeleton on my back and was fighting for the very survival of Australasia. All available men that could fight were doing their part. Our enemies outnumbered us three to one.

But we were holding our own.

Wilson began calling command as I leaned back against the dirt of the trench, looking up at the clear blue sky. The sweat poured down my back in the intense heat. The jungle was quiet; the animals had long since left.

The enemy wanted our resources. Our technology.

Our women.

We were the only country that had a birthrate that wasn't declining, thanks to our free-use policies. No other country had employed our drastic measures, and so they were failing and falling apart. They had riots, dictatorships, genocides. We had none of that.

Our people were happier and more fulfilled. Free Use worked.

This was the last-ditch effort from dying countries, allied together, to take what was ours, what we had accomplished. And they weren't going to win. Not if I had anything to say about it.

"Command says hold." Wilson turned to me. His radio backpack was a huge, tall attachment to the power pack on the back of his suit. "Further orders coming soon. The 54th Air Wing is scheduled and is awaiting orders. Reckon they took out the AA if they are calling them in?"

"Fuck they better have." Anti-air had prevented any air support for weeks. Without it, no side could push. "Sit tight, lads! Maybe we'll finally get out of this shit hole."

"What? But I love it here." Richards chuckled. We had been together since boot camp.

"Maybe we'll get relieved and pulled off the front lines?" James, a newer private, piped up.

"Shut the fuck up kid." Richards laughed at him. "We're the baddest mother fuckers in the jungle. We ain't being pulled back."

"All this is for free use, and I haven't had a woman to free use in months." Lee groaned.

"Nah, you never got it even back home." Kirkland, one of the older men, shouted at Lee. "I bet every woman told you no."

"Shut the hell up!"

"You think your mother regretted keeping you over the other twenty pregnancies she had? She kept the dud?"

All of the boys laughed as Lee cursed. Despite everything, morale was high.

"Reckon there will be some girls back at base?" Richards mused. The squad quieted down as they all thought about it. For most of us, there hadn't been a day since we were eighteen where we'd been unable to fuck as often as we wanted, and now we were stuck in the middle of nowhere with zero women. It had been hard to say the least. "What about you, sarge?" Richards asked me. "Heard from your sister?"

"Not yet." I shook my head. "Last I heard, she was in Manila. That was three months ago."

Toni was part of the third army, the same as I was. I had not talked to her directly since the start of the war. Most of what I knew came from Mum, who relayed the information to me whenever I could call home. Toni was an officer, as all women were in the army. She'd outranked me from day one. Unlike mine on the front lines, her job was back at base. She worked on bases simply to be used. She and other women were just there to be fucked and keep the boys pleasured and their balls drained. Women only occupied non-combative roles as they were still expected to be bred and kept pregnant even during war. Toni was deployed in forward operating bases where she would spend most of her day being fucked. Honestly, it was probably one of the most important jobs in the free-use army.

Wilson clicked his fingers. "Sarge! Reports coming through!"

"Thank Christ." I walked over to Wilson and kneeled. The rest of the squad turned and quietened, straining to listen as Wilson relayed the message to me.

"SAS took out the main anti-air units two hours ago on the northern ridge. The fifty fourth air wing is about to bring the hammer down. Once that happens, we're ordered to move out and take the village of... Kinoi? Kinoo? Fuck, some fucking village. I got the co-ords, it'll be on the map."

"Private James! Get me a map! Double time!" I yelled. My excitement was starting to peak. If we could get air support, it would make mincemeat of their fortified positions. We'd finally be able to push and get out of this shit hole.

Wilson grabbed me by the shoulder. "Fire support is coming in now! Targets already layered."

"They're dropping the pain, lads!" I yelled. "Here we go!"

We heard the explosions before the roar of the jets blew overhead. What had to be tens of thousands of pounds of ammunition began raining down onto the enemy's position in the jungle, lighting the whole thing up like a Christmas tree. We all looked up in the trench as we could see the bombers high above us dropping their payloads, falling from the sky to bring about these intense fireballs that turned the first to fire and ash.

After that came the choppers. Attack gunships fired off their cannons, lacing the positions in a sweep. We never saw anything fire back at them. The aerial bombardment had either killed everyone in the first attack, or the special forces teams had been successful in neutralising every single anti-aircraft weapon.

If everyone was dead, the Air Force didn't care. They would kill everything three times over and make sure. Our fighters flew another wave in with choppers, dropping more missiles and rockets. We could feel the heat as we peeked over the trenches and watched. The forest was lit up like a fireball. The whole jungle was tinder that was going to catch fire.

After thirty minutes of death from the sky, we got the order. We jumped out of the trench and charged.

X X X X X

I sat at the back of the truck, looking out as we bumped down the dirt road. My helmet was at my feet, covered in mud. Most of my uniform was dark grey, thanks to the dried mud splattered all over my squad in the truck. We'd ended up deep into enemy territory, pushing the advantage, which had meant crawling through their own embankments and fortifications, which had not been as reinforced as ours and had also been heavily bombed. We'd taken their positions, and then, finally, relief had arrived.

My squad was laughing, chatting, despite us all looking like we'd been dragged for weeks across this shitty hot and miserable island. We'd finally been relieved and were returning to our forward base. Hot showers, ready-cooked meals cooked by an actual cook, a bed, and a roof over our heads with new clothes. We were all in heaven thinking about it.

The truck went over a particularly big pothole on the road, and I bounced around, grabbing onto the side of the seat. We were headed into a small village at the side of a mountain range, which had become a staging area for our forces thanks to it being right on a major river and a short boat ride to the ocean where the navy was supplying us and having a small airfield which meant the airforce wasn't as reliant on our carriers to strike.

We drove past the occasional house, mostly farms. This part of the country had been untouched by the war. It was still green and vibrant, and the farms were plentiful. We drove past a few villagers who all just stopped and stared at us as the convoy we were part of kicked up the dust on the dirt road. This country had not been part of the Free Use society before the war, but now, thanks to its leaders, we were on their doorsteps.

I noticed that the women had necklaces around their dresses. That meant they were unavailable for Free Use. When we'd invaded this country, the necklaces had been handed out to the civilians. Free Use was part of our society, but that didn't mean we forced it onto those who didn't want to be part of it. Our society worked. It was the only society that was thriving and growing. But it did so by having people in it who wanted to be a part of it.

When they saw how happy and pregnant our women were and what we had to offer, I imagined most of those necklaces would come off. Right now, they were scared. They saw us as invaders, fighting a war next to their homes they had not asked for. I didn't blame them for not wanting to be a part of this yet.

But one day, they'd join us.

The road stopped getting bumpy and became smoother as we entered the village. The houses were all brown brick buildings, huddled together as we went through the streets. The people stood on the edge of the road, watching us. Families huddled together. Some of the kids waved. I saw a woman who wasn't wearing a necklace shortly after we drove into the village limits. The tanned woman was bent over, dress hiked up around her waist, and had a lineup of five men behind her. One was currently giving her a hard fucking, thrusting into her pussy, while she smiled.

I smiled, too. Free use would win in the end.

My squad continued to get gradually more excited the further we travelled and saw instances like this. "You're all to get showers first," I told them. "You smell like shit."

They groaned but agreed. None of us had bathed properly let alone had hot water in weeks. I needed a shave, hell, just to use indoor plumbing again. It felt like a luxury. Maybe I could free-use a woman and piss on her? Doing that to my mother every day felt like a dream of a past life.

Finally, we arrived at the base. We were the lead truck in a convoy of ten delivering us who had been at the front lines this entire time. We crossed a small wooden bridge over a creek through a densely packed housing section. I saw one woman on her knees, servicing a man and sucking his cock on the street, while another woman, looking pregnant, was bent over again and having her ass fucked by an older gentleman. Everyone looked happy. I wasn't surprised that this close to base free use would become a thing.

We passed over the bridge and through the base's heavy gates. The base was filled with troops and soldiers. Many looked fresh. Reinforcements had arrived. We passed lines of tanks and more troop transports, and the base was loud from helicopters overhead and the roar of engines. Soldiers marched together as we drove between prefabricated buildings quickly erected in the past month. I never spotted any women, though.

The convoy pulled up to a larger, empty, flat area next to a makeshift airfield. The trucks lined up next to each other. When we stopped, I dropped the gate and ordered my men out. We grabbed our gear, helmets, and weapons, jumping down onto the field, our exoskeletons whirring as we stretched and looked around. The other soldiers from the convoy jumped out as well. They looked as weary and battle-hardened as us.

"First battalion," Richards said, pointing at the group next to us.

"They were out there longer than us," I murmured. Those boys had beards, sunken eyes, and dirty faces.

A young lieutenant approached, clipboard in hand, uniform pristine and sharp. "Unit, Sergeant?"

"Third battalion," I told him.

He looked down at his clipboard. "We have rooms for you at five Echo. Showers are next to the housing. Get yourself to the mess hall and grab a feed as well. You'll be here for a few days."

"Where's the free-use room?" Lee asked a little too excitedly.

The lieutenant gave him a look. "It's at six alpha. We have ten women in constant rotation there. I warn you, there is a line. And standards must be upheld. Get yourselves cleaned up; otherwise, you'll be turned away."

"Yes sir!" The boys all saluted and practically ran for the showers. I had to laugh.

"It's been a while." That was all I could say.

The lieutenant said nothing, just looked annoyed. "You have a staff meeting at fifteen hundred hours. Admin block, one beta."

"I'll be there." I saluted and walked away, a little too quickly myself. I wanted to use the free-use room before I had my meeting. And I needed a shower and to change. Knowing most bases, the lineups could be dozen or so deep, especially on a base this size.

And I was proven right. I had to walk past the free-use tent on the way to my quarters and shower. It wasn't really a tent. It would have been best described as a wall with a series of glory holes in it. Ten holes with lines dozens of soldiers deep standing in front of them, all waiting for their turn to use the girls inside. "Fuck!" I groaned. It would take an hour at least to get to one of these girls.

"I know!" Lee walked past me, shaking his head. "How do they only put ten women on base for us? There are thousands of us trying to fight a goddamn war here!"

Each hole in the wall had a different set-up with a position written above it. Pussy, Anal, and Mouth the three options. Six of the girls had their legs sticking out, three on their backs so their legs were down, and three would have been on their bellies in a doggy-style position. The other four were for mouth blowjobs, so you just saw lips. All ten women were currently being pounded hard by soldiers. The boys were thrusting away, giving it their all. I doubted many lasted long. Most of us weren't used to jacking off in a free-use society; some like myself, didn't like it all. We'd never had to when every woman had been at our disposal twenty-four-seven. So many of these men were pent up and needed a release.

I could tell by how some of them were standing that they had to be pregnant. I could see just the start of a few swells from big bellies before they were hidden behind the wall. The girls inside would be fucked for ten hours at a time, taking load after load, before they would be moved out and replaced by other girls so they could get a break. It was a hard job, but they kept these boys sane. And, I gathered, they were the right type of girls for the job. They probably loved every second of it.

I followed my men as we walked through the endless rows of prefabricated buildings, passing other soldiers who were either on their way out or, like us, had just returned from the front lines. It took some time, but we located where we would be staying. For how long, we didn't know.

The rooms for our squad were all together. We were the first people in there by the looks of things. Simple double-stacked cots fit two of us. A small desk and two closets, and that was it. The beds weren't made, and the sheets were wrapped in plastic on top of the thin mattresses. It was all a tan and brown colour, but to us, it looked like heaven.

Everyone dumped their gear as quickly as they could. We found fresh uniforms in the closets -- basic toiletries. The quarters themselves were thirty rooms in a rectangle, fifteen a side, and at the end of the hall was a workshop and armoury where we could have our exosuits and weapons dropped off. Most of them raced through everything, rushing to get to the showers. Even the first hot water shower I'd had in weeks, standing there as it cascaded over my body, washing away the dirt and the war from me, still wasn't as exciting as trying to get to the free-use line.

Within half an hour, my squad and I were in line, waiting our turn. Our hair was still wet from the showers, but our uniforms were clean, and we didn't smell. None of us had shaved. There was time later for that.

"How long does the line take to move?" Walker, one of my boys, asked the man before him. He was a private, just as young, fresh-faced and wide-eyed. I could tell he had not been on the front lines yet.

"Ah, not long. It moves pretty quickly. Maybe thirty minutes sometimes?" The private said. "Most of us don't last too long."

"Say that for yourself." Richards grinned ear to ear and flexed.

"It's true. See for yourself." The private pointed to the front of the line. "When you can't fuck all the time, getting it once a day means you bust too quickly."

"Once a day?" Walker scoffed. "As soon as I'm done, I'm going to the back of the line and going again!"

The private frowned. "Did you guys just get in or something? Doesn't your CO keep you running drills?"

My whole squad burst out laughing. I couldn't help myself either. The rest of us continued to talk and practically bounced up and down as the line moved forward. It did move quicker than I had thought, and after a while, I had to admit the private was right. A lot of these men were fucking these women and nutting within a minute. Some lasted longer, but the majority got a quick, hard thrust in, and they were all done. They zipped up and moved off to their other duties. However, I did notice one or two walk right back around and rejoin the line. Perhaps those who were lasting longer had done the same thing?

When the line got closer to the glory hole walls, the line itself split into three for the options presented. Blowjobs were on the left, pussy in the middle, and anal on the right. Most of the talking in the line was everyone deciding which hole they wanted. When you only had one option, it paid to make a firm decision. When a man was done and walking away, in those few seconds, she wasn't being fucked, I could see all of the girl's holes oozing and dripping cum. The dirt floor underneath the glory holes was slippery and wet with the endless loads they'd been taking for hours.