Troubling News from Allied Europa

"The Battle for Belgium!" flashed across the screen with footage of British Bombadier rocket troops advancing across the smoke-filled outskirts of Brussels. She smiled at the sight, knowing precisely how much nitrous to petrol ratio they were using based on their 100 yard bound-and-fire strategy. "The Battle for Belgium rages on as Allied forces fly into battle. General Wilby's Flyin' Falcons took the fight to the Stadtis with their new and improved R.A.I.D gear, which stands for Rocket Assisted Invasion Device, a top of the line rocket pack made right here in the US of A! Boy, look at 'em go!" the newscaster said, the screen playing a montage of men blasting out of the trenches en masse, their three barreled rotating rifles pouring bullets into an enemy position. It cut to an image of two soldiers sharing a hand-rolled cigarette after the successful attack while a flamethrowing tank rolled behind them.

"Not all was well in Europa however..." the newscaster said as the newsreel added dark, ominous music to the images of a massive military parade in Berlinstadt filled the screen. "The newest batch of the Mengele's Monsters arrive to dazzle the crowd amid growing speculation that Britain is their next target." They all wore helmets with integrated gas masks, and the lightweight, bulletproof gray and black armor of the Axis elite.

Next, it showed the Fall of Copenhagen, the most recent victory for the Stadt. Bridget winced as the Square's hand tightened on her breast as they showed the punishing fate of the women of Denmark after the occupation. The prettiest were kept as sex slaves for the invaders or shipped back to the Fatherland to a state breeding facility while the so-so attractive or defiant girls were brutally used and sent to the camps.

Life was hard for a non-party member in the Stadt. Sure, she was subject to on-demand sex from literally any man (or woman) in the States, but at least she was protected by the law. For example, men who broke the law for breaking and entering in her apartment could still be arrested for a crime, and even catch an "unfair use" charge (many men opposed the creation of this charge, but it narrowly passed on a nationwide referendum); or if some jerk caused an actual injury instead of just a bright red bum and some bruising around the neck, its still ****, carrying the charge "Use with Intent to Cause Serious Bodily Harm".

Women from "inferior nations" enjoyed no such protections in the Stadt. If she so much as resisted a party members deviant sexual demands on her, her entire family might be rounded up and shot. She'd seen some smuggled images from the breeding camps where the women were pilloried as a seemingly endless line of "proper" Aryans used their bodies.

"But Don't worry! Our boys are about to get a big helping hand from the Diesel City Skyriggers!" the newscaster said, a sequence where the camera traveled across a spinning globe with a red arrow-tipped line zigzagging from Belgium to Diesel City. Bridget's hand involuntarily shot to the Square's crotch and grasped his manhood when she saw it. "This big boy is the Hughes Industries "Bison" bomber, fresh off the assembly line, and ready to fly!" The Square glanced over at her, beet red from blushing as his member throbbed to life in her grip.

"This top-a-tha-line bomber will be making the trip to the Front sometime later this year. Early bombing runs boast an incredible 92% saturation, and three meters of penetration!" the newscaster said as they watched 40 bomb bays open at once, each one dropping a small rocket that would accelerate all the way to the ground. Her grip tightened around his cock as she saw a nearly perfect rectangle erupt in fireballs and dust as the rockets struck the ground. He started shifting his hips, fucking her hand through his trousers. "That should give the Stadti Elite something to worry about!"

The reel changed, and Bridget was suddenly aware that she was jerking this kid off. She drew her hand back, realizing this guy probably wanted to watch the movie too and stopping before things went too far. The opening scene began, and both of them turned their attention to it as the long list of credits scrolled and Blues music played softly in the background.