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WARNING: This story contains strong themes of coercion and forced
sexual behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.

The Refugee
by Seezinhai

seezinhai@yahoo.com

In order to become citizens we will have to declare ourselves and become prisoners of war. My grandmother, FIRTDA, induces us that this is the only way. The revolutionaries are approaching due north.Omega, the large nation south of us, had constructed huge camps for people fleeing the violence and destruction. We would be allowed to stay at a refugee camp which could lead to us being citizens, leaving behind this war torn country. Omega is not likely to assist for long, as I would learn, they were reluctant to help at all. But after intense international pressure, they agreed to feed and house as many of us as they could near their border. My grandmother reasoned we would survive and survival of our family was most important.

My mother wasn't so sure. At least from what I could tell. At the time of our stay at the camp, I was only eight years old. My brother Leios was six and I had a two sisters, GINJAL 19, and JINGERI, 18 years old at the time. My brother Svenzil, was not allowed into the camp, he was 15. My mother, HANJILA, is 36, and the eldest daughter of my grandma FIRTDA'S.

I remember how rough we had it before entering the camp. We were still in the eastern mountains far from here, then. Our hometown was small and when the revolt reached it, we were sent to my Aunt CHRSTINYA's in the middle of the country. My father stayed behind to assist in the town along with my brother.They would meet with us at my Aunt's. My three siblings and I followed my mother and my grandmother, west reaching my Aunt several days later by bus. My Aunt was a beautiful woman and she made great cookies. But lately there wasn't much in the way of desserts. The revolutionaries had blocked off most routes I would learn later.

My Aunt had four children, all daughters. There was little Likea who was only four, and Hirtda, who was 8 like me and my best friend in the world. VIKEPI 18, and VILA 14, were like big sisters to me as my family often spent time with their family. I especially had a crush on my cousin VILA. My Aunt CHRSTINYA was 34, and the middle 'Aunt' in age.

But a short while later, the town where my Aunt lived came under intense attack from the Party loyalists. I wasn't sure what that meant, but we heard bombs for three full days when the came. My mother, aunt and grandmother decided we would leave taking only what we could carry. The nation just south of us was allowing people of our country to use supplies they had at a refugee camp. About week of travelling left us parched for water and down to our last food. My mother made certain that we kids ate best.

We picked up my other three Aunts and their chidren. My grandmother had a pickup truck and we hitched a trailer to it. Once at the camp we were all huddled into a set of tents. My mother had one and two of her sisters had one. We all huddled into them. Their was plenty of warm blankets and we ate three times a day. There was now twenty-two of us in all, inside the camp of hundreds or so.

Me, my brother, two sisters and mother. My Aunt CHRSTINYA and her four daughters. My Aunt's DEIDRE, 35; LUNA,32; and ESMINA, 31, and their children joined us at the camp also. DEIDRE has one daughter, LEENIJ, 20, and a son who was 17 and could not be admitted into the camp. I had never met LEENIJ, but I thought that she was the most physically beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. My aunt, LUNA, has one son who is 8, Linus, he was very fast and we would play basketball together. LUNA also had three daughters, LYVIA, 17; LUNA JAT 16, and GERTRYN 13, GERTRYN was sometimes a bully to me, my brother LEIOS, and LINUS, my cousin. ESMINA was the youngest of my Aunt's, she was cute with long blondish hair and a wide smile. ESMINA had twin sons who were too old to be admitted into the camp. She had two daughters, ILYANNA 15, and IRIS, 12. Their was also my Grandmother FIRTDA, 55, and one of my uncle's wives, named GIRRINO, she was 28. GIRRINO met us shortly after we entered the camp. She drove my uncle's car to the camp and had brought a little money and some news of things back east.

The camp's size increased by the day. We would get news of the slaughter further east as it was continually moving west. My grandmother managed to keep us in high spirits and recanted how the last Civil war went. We kids would sit by as she told stories. The mood in the camp was at times festive with people reuniting from other parts of the countryside. The toilets were very clean and overall the service was good my Aunt Luna noticed.

My aunt ESMINA, was quiet and nervous throughout our time at the camp. She had lost her job at the bank and her husband was recruited into the war. In fact all but one of my aunt's husbands, was recruited. My three uncles on my mother's side were also involved, though we believed at least one was on the side of the revolutionaries.

Several weeks went by before the Revolutionaries began making their way toward our camp and the border to Osirus. We had long held hope of leaving here, a becoming Citizens of Osirus, but, that was always an afterthought to safety. As the violence got closer we prayed for the chance to be of Osirus.

Finally the day came when word was sent via the camp billboard, that the Osirus government would be allowing in refugees.

My mother HAJINLA, my four aunt's, grandmother and GIRRINO, all registered quickly. The lines for registration were packed and we were assigned a day to formally declare. My mother says we would all have to be present at the declaration and indoctrination. I didn't know what that meant, but I was happy as a kid to be invited. The next couple of days moved fast first I heard that my mother would have to fill out all sorts of paperwork. My family would also have to hand in anything of value. I especially wanted to keep my playing cards. My brother Leios planned to declare his teddybear Puolyo. My Aunt ESMINA wasn't so sure of turning in her wedding ring which was really expensive or her jewel bracelets. After much discussion, ESMINA, GIRRINO, and LUNA decided to keep their wedding rings and my grandmother and my cousin's kept a few pieces of jewelry.

The day when our party number was called we wore our best clothes. We only wore them for weddings, funerals and parties here and there. We packed our a few pieces of luggage, but my grandmother had thrown away alot of our things in the past few days. We walked out of our tents and down the lane my aunts and grandmother embraced several people along the way. At the end of the row was the street which lead to the entrance of the camp.

We walked down the street past a few other rows like ours at the corner of the street and another street. People were moving about, many were also packing items. At the end of the street, soldiers stood in front of buses. One of them was a holding clipboard and he was calling names. We waited to hear our party, which is what we where called.

" Guzin party of 22, Guzin party of 22 " the soldier yelled.

My mother cautiously made her way to the bus holding my brother's hand. I scurried close behind carrying a small suitcase my mother told me to hold. My Aunt's and everyone else followed, as we passed through a large crowd.

" Guzin party", my grandmother said, " Guzin party of 22".

"I have been advised to notify you that at this time, if you do not wish to become subjugated to the state of Osirus this is your final time to do so.", the soldier said. He wore sunglasses and was very serious sounding I thought. I had a teacher like him last year. My mother, grandmother and Aunt's all agreed to board the bus, even though my Aunt Esmina and my Aunt Deidre had a brief argument with my Aunt Christinya and my Grandma Firtda over it.

The bus drove us to a building just past the outer gates of the camp. There we went inside and sat at a bench. We were told that none of our belongings including our wardrobe and supplies would be allowed to enter. So all our things were tossed into a large cart and a guard wheeled them away. A guard, which it turns out the men where, then ordered us into a room. It was an office and my mother and grandmother sat at the only two chairs. A dilfferent guard entered and gave all of the adults forms to fill out. This was my mother and grandmother, my aunt's CHRSTINYA, DEIDRE, LUNA and ESMINA; GIRRINO, my uncle's wife; my sisters, GINJAL and JINGERI; and my cousins, LEENIJ, VIKEPI, and LYVIA.

At certain points while the women filled out the forms they would ask questions.

"What about my husband and sons, when can they come too?..." my Aunt Esmina asked

"...What does it mean, we would have to learn a whole new language", asked my mother.

"...So the children would not be able to stay with us, I do not like this at all", stated my Grandmother, FIRTDA.

After the official explained some of the questions the women tepidly agreed to sign. I could see my mother becoming more worried with each passing minute. The official told my mother that upon entering Osirus, that she and the other women in my family could be subjects, upon completion of the aclimation sessions to come. Though for now we would all be deemed, Prisoners of War - Refugee. He also informed them that the men in our family would likely not be able to join us. As subjects my mother would be under the custody of the state of Osirus. This caused some concern but with no other options my grandmother accepted this premise.

"Subjects do not sign but rather they stamp documents", the official said. "...this involves placing your footprint onto the bottom of the 'submission' document.

Two more officials entered carrying a large shoe box and large tube. My mother voiced concern when the man explained this as she removed her left shoe and sock. In order to stamp the document, my mother stood with her left foot bare in front of the shoe box which the men poured the tube of paint into. A official knelt beside my mother and grabbed her ankle which startled her. THe man placed her barefoot into the box and pressed her foot firmly onto the red ink/paint. WHen he had her raise her foot he placed it on the bottom of the page my mother had read. The third official moved the box and placed the sheet under my mother's foot. The second official put her foot firmly onto the sheet, pressing her foot down for about five seconds then raising. The third official also handed her a towel. My mother moved over wiping away the red liquid from the soles and toes of her foot.

"What the hell am I going to do with this red crap on my foot..., my Aunt ESMINA whined, I have on a very expensive pantsuit. These socks are not cheap either, does that wash off cotton?" The officials did not answer her. The man clutched her resistant ankle and pulled it into the box. The official made certain to press each of her toes fully around for a full print. There was a whole lot of complaining as the officials had the women take off their left shoes and stamp. My cousin LYVIA, did not like having to stamp...

" This is animalistic nonsense..." LYVIA said. "What is the point of this?!"

Still the man forcibly tugged at her sock. The man with clipboard looked up from under his glasses.

" No, no LYVIA, please sweeetie, this is necessary. We must leave our old views for now at least." my Aunt LUNA said.

"Do as you are told you will stamp your approval or you will not be permitted to become a subject " the man said.

My cousin LYVIA, stopped resisting and the official crudely pulled off her sock, revealing her very pretty foot. Her toenails were painted a soft brown. LYVIA's head lowered, as the man wrapped his fingers around her ankle. He threw her foot into the box and slammed it onto her form. My cousin LEENIJ, went after Lyvia and her barefoot was more beautiful than them all. I had become excited at their 'stamping' and enjoyed watching them towel off the paint from their feet. I did not have to stamp as I was a kid then and would not be a subject. Each woman now had their footprint on the bottom of their form.

Then we where all instructed to go to the next room. The room was large and there were different partitions within it. We stood near the wall next to the door we had entered. At the wall, . An official walked up to us holding a large sack while another stood with clip board.

"Guzin party of 22 , you are now registered as prisoners of war status, section refugee. As you have given your stamp, you are all now under the custody of the state of Osirus. You will submit to all tests, exams and processes during the procedure of your subjugation. With that said, I will now read off the names of the subjects and children within your party.

"FIRTDA GUZIN, HAJINLA GUZIN, LEIOS GUZIN..." he yelled.

While we sat at the bench in a long row, nervous and uncertain as to what was next.

"Now I need everyone to strip down naked! Strip down Naked and put all clothes in front of you."

My Aunt ESMINA, 31, had a fit and wanted to leave. The women of my family were perplexed to say the least. My grandmother immediately stood and expressed her disbelief. My cousin LEENIJ, stood up, wanting to leave and turned to the door. My mother pleaded for an exclamation.

"Why do we need to strip...I will do no such thing!"

"You cannot leave you will strip down to your naked self. So that we may begin your indoctrination Esmina Guzin aged 31."

"Vifgha, I am no longer a GUzin, I am a..."

"We do not recognize your husbands's last name as he is not here to verify. We are only admitting women 12- 52, boys up to 12 and girls. You will be processed, you will submit or your clothes will be forcibly removed from you which can be painful. Esmina Guzin submit at once...all of you, STRIP DOWN NOW. Mothers' order your children to do as I say as well. All 22 of you must now become naked for examination. If you do not sit back down and strip out of those clothes, the price will be your acceptance into the state of Osirus as well as the entire GUZIN party being charged as prisoners of war - renegade status.

There was a long silent pause as we sat there. All of the Guzin women looked at each other perplexed. Finally my mother knelt before me.

My mother reluctantly peeled away at my suit. I heard the man and worried about getting naked with my cousin Gertryn in the room. I didn't want her to tease me. It wasn't until her mother, LUNA, began removing the knottie unraveling her long brown hair, that I realized I would see her naked too. I looked around to find my cousins, also stripping, my Aunt ESMINA protested again...

One of the officials then walked toward her and brandished a stun gun. He proceeded to touch my aunt ESMINA, when she sheepishly threw up her arms and cowered.

"ok, ok I'll do it ok! Noo!" ESMINA cried out. My grandmother tried to intervene but the official had already shoved the footlong shaft into ESMINA's arm.

"ZZZKKK"

The stungun drove ESMINA's body to the floor and she fell to her hands and knees. The official then brought the stungun upon my grandmother felling her as well. My mother made certain no one else tried to rebel.

"Stop everyone do as they say now. Strip off your clothes. We are here now."

My grandmother wheezed loudly as she sat on the ground. The first official waved in three other officials who seized upon ESMINA, tearing away at her expensive pantsuit. They were fast and savage, pulling swaths of her hair and scratching her all over body as they denuded my Aunt to her naked ass! In under a minute, the officials had left my Aunt ESMINA completely naked and again on all fours Most of us were still fully clothed at this point, but quickly and instinctively we all began removing our clothing. Most of us sat as we stripped, my grandma FIRTDA was not one of them. She stood and looked the lead official in the eye as she removed her clothes. I took notice at the beautiful women in my family as they were now in forms I had never before seen. While I sat naked, I watched as my mother took off my brother's clothes.

Both of my sisters were beginning to remove their dresses. GINJAL and JINGERI both are firmly built, with tight wide thighs and toned shoulders. It was not uncommon for either to discipline Leios and me. I had seen both run around me in their underwear since I can remember,still they didn't look at me as I sat watching them peel to their underwear. GINJAL, the eldest of my mothers',wore a fine blouse my father had bought her two years ago. She began to unbutton it while my other sister JINGERI pulled her long and elegant dress over her head. I had always loved to see my sister in that dress, it was very regal. It made her cry to now stand in he bra and panties. It was at this point my mother began to tug at my shoes.

My Aunt LUNA, sat, naked from the waist down and I saw for the first time her large breasts. Each was supple, upturned with plump brown nipples in the lower half of each.
My cousin LYVIA, was pulling off her panties with her back turned to me next to my Aunt LUNA. Her form was seductive as she raised one foot to remove her leg. Her left buttock moved in kind with her foot alternating as she raised her right. LYVIA had such a frame as to unnerve the officials, six in all inside the room. One guard now stood close to her and I saw her and him look at each other for a moment. THen he motioned for her to toss her clothes into the large bin. She tiptoed to the bin, her powerfully packed butt plodding behind her. LUNA JAT and GERTRYN sat next to LUNA, both of them were crying, naked and clutching their mother as she finished with her pants. I was amazed that their reddish-brown hair on their vaginas matched their heads, My aunt, LUNA included. LUNA, LUNA JAT and GERTRYN wrapped their legs across each other in a panicked embrace.

Next to GERTRYN was my Aunt DEIDRE. She was a little chubby with a wide and chunky butt. DEIDRE was always very compliant initially to the official's demands. She had stripped in almost one motion. Her daughter LEENIJ was quite simply a nude immaculate princess. She held her head in her hands as she walked backwards from the large bin where she had tossed her dress. Her pert yet plump titties bobbled under her elbows. Seeing them cry made me and my brother cry. Leios tried to climb my mother as she had now begun unbuttoning her dress.

My other child cousins were also crying as was my Aunt ESMINA as she had now managed to get to her feet. ESMINA was the youngest of my Aunts and her body was the most healthy. Her butt was well rounded with tight dimples on the sides. Her butt and tits jiggled as she coughed and wheezed from her handling. Her butt in particular moved and tightened with each cough. As I would learn later, this coughing while bent over was a common theme for refugees. The guards made certain we stayed in a line even though my Aunt ESMINA's kidS wanted to crowd around her. My aunt ESMINA had two teenage daughters ILYANA and IRIS, the former was stark naked while the other was removing her under wear. They were streams of tears coming down her face. My cousins ILYANA and IRIS, I barely knew until we arrived at the camps. They were younger than many of my girl cousins but still older than me. They're tight hard bodies danced an awkward and ashamed stride. ILYANA was still forming, but had already developed the buttocks which ran in my family's genes. IRIS covered her face with her hands as she stood and cried. Her vagina had cute hair at it's lower edge. My aunt, ESMINA, clutched at her bare waist, to get her to sit.

My dearest Aunt, CHRSTINYA was peeling away her panties when our eyes met.She was in shock at being naked and blushed with embarassment. I was really hurt at seeing my pal, Hirtda cry baby sis, Likea. Both clutching my aunt' s bare breasts and arms.. My cousin VIKEPI, was now also fully bare, her feet shifting uncomfortably at the line. She and her teenage sister, VILA were both trying to cover themselves with their bare hands. Her eldest VIKEPI, was sexy, pure and simple. In the midst of everything else, I remember being turned on by her nude body standing in place.

And then their was GIRRINO, my aunt-in-law, if that is such a thing. She sat furthest to me and meekly slid off clothes. GIRRINO was closest to the doorway into the next room. An official approached her and motioned for her to stand and face him. Once she did, I strained my neck to see her. GIRRINO had soft tanned skin and in an instant she was swatted into position by the guard, across her wide butt. Though she was not a blood relative her body still had the healthy hourglass makeup of the rest.

"Okay, stand up Guzin party, face the official at the doorway. This will be a smooth and easy process if you submit, do as instructed."

It was at this point that I turned to see my own mother, HANJILA, naked from head to toe.
My mother raised her hand and asked to be first to enter and be processed. Even buck naked my mother still wished to calm everyone as best she could. The guard allowed her to walk to the front of the line. GIRRINO, who at this point began to shiver, seemed relieved. My brother and I quickly ran behind my mother. She crossed her hands in front of her breast as she walked. My brother, Leios, was so eager that her inadvertantly plowed right into the crack of her bare ass, My grandmother, FIRTDA, caught our arms and brought us back to the end of the line with her. We cried out for our 'mommy', but she pleaded softly to us to stay with 'grammy'. My brother and I each wrapped our arms around one of me grandma's legs. My grandmother FIRTDA' s hair was long and got into our faces. I still remember her skin which while a little flabby, was still a feast for the officials. My brother swung around to her backside, still holding her leg. He then shoved his head and shoulders under her big drooping, naked butt, as if he could find comfort there.

The men squared our shoulders making certain everyone faced the door. The Guzin women jumped at being clutched by these intimidating troops.

I was not certain of what was to come but I knew our lives, now, as refugees would change us, significantly.

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