As I sit here in this rundown bar in the city with a cute female bartender that I will for sure fuck after a while, I can't help but reminisce about my past experiences in the military, a smile crosses my face, knowing that I have been a part of something much bigger than myself. My name is Paul Smith, and I am an ex-U.S. Army soldier, having served in some of the most brutal wars in recent history. At the age of 18, I found myself participating in the frontlines of the Gulf War, feeling the adrenaline rush through my veins as bullets whizzed past me. It wasn't long before I knew that I wanted more, so I joined the 3rd Ranger Battalion, where I would continue to fight for my country. Little did I know that this decision would lead me to participate in the deployment to Somalia in 1993, and eventually at the end of my career a few months ago, the Raid on a terrorist safe house in Iraq.
But let's not get ahead of ourselves just yet. Allow me to take you back to those early days of my military career when I was still young, eager, and full of hope for what lay ahead when I wasn't exactly me completely, for my memories were locked at that time, yes I am a Reincarnator but I lived a fresh life guided more by what are my desires now and then than by the experiences that I knew before that make me, well, be "me", and in those desires what was above anything else was my deep attraction to my female blood-related family and the excitement of participating in a war.
I was born in a family of four members including me, my father, my mother and my elder sister Madison, in Montgomery, Alabama in the early 1970's, being the son of a prominent local senator. Although my father was successful in his career, he was also severely alcoholic and abusive towards his family. As a result, my sister and I grew up in a family full of fear, uncertainty, and violence. I often endured the brunt of his violence taking the place of my mother and sometimes of my elder sister too, not wanting them to experience it. At some point during my early middle school years, I just snapped and took my father's gun from his drawer and shot him while he was passed out drunk in the head in order to protect my family from the violence, I always had a liking for guns since being a little kid so in a moment of his lucid fatherly moment that he tried to be human he taught me how to use it and what they were, he would never would have imagined that it would be his demised his teaching.
Killing him like that of course brought a lot of troubles after the police arrived, my mother tried to take the blame of killing him, but I stand my ground about his child abuse and domestic abuse, that lead to him being killed showing the marks still yet to fade on my body and my mother body, even still I was tried unfairly due to the dead person involved being a senator, so I was placed in a youth detention center for a period of time where I finished middle school while being there, after being released at 15 years old and reincorporated into society I reconnect to my mother Elizabeth still in her late 30's and my sister Madison already 17 years old that were living now on California, for the next three years our bond that already was strong even on our old house got stronger and having been seeing all my life my mother and my sister as something more than family and being horny he kept advancing into them, having a sexual relationship first with my sister and then with my mother, fucking them both, so for the better of the last two years I kept fucking my mother and my sister ending with both of them pregnant, seeing the situation at the time and the need for more money that they have at the time with his mother working as a bank clerk and his sister as a bartender while also attending college, and I as a construction worker not being enough while also attending high school, he decided to enlist in the army for a better salary at the end of year after finishing high school.
In 1990 after completing basic training at Fort Benning, Georgia, I was assigned to Camp Pendleton in California. This beautiful coastal base was home to the 3rd Ranger Battalion, and it quickly became apparent that I had made the right choice in joining the Rangers. Here, I met many other brave men who shared the duty for serving our country. During our time at Camp Pendleton, we trained rigorously, preparing ourselves for any situation we might encounter in the field. We practiced various tactical operations, learned how to navigate through difficult terrain, and honed our skills in weapons handling and marksmanship. These intense sessions were often grueling, but they instilled in us a sense of discipline and camaraderie that would serve us well throughout our careers.
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As tensions between Iraq and Kuwait continued to escalate, the U.S. government decided to deploy a large number of troops to the region to help protect our interests there. Among these soldiers were the members of the 3rd Ranger Battalion, including yours truly. In January 1991, we arrived in Saudi Arabia, ready to do whatever it took to defend our nation against potential aggression. Our first few weeks in the Middle East were spent acclimating to the harsh desert environment and familiarizing ourselves with the local customs and language. However, it didn't take long for us to be thrust into action, as we began conducting reconnaissance missions along the border between Saudi Arabia and Iraq. These patrols were dangerous and unpredictable, requiring us to remain constantly vigilant and prepared for anything. As we navigated through treacherous terrain and faced off against enemy forces, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of excitement in being a part of such an event.
In late February 1991, the ground war officially commenced, and we found ourselves on the front lines of one of the largest military campaigns in modern history. As we advanced towards Iraqi positions, we encountered fierce resistance from Saddam Hussein's forces, who were determined to hold onto their territory at all costs. The battlefield was a chaotic mix of explosions, gunfire, and smoke, making it nearly impossible to distinguish friend from foe. Despite the overwhelming odds stacked against us, however, we fought bravely and tenaciously, refusing to give up even when the situation seemed dire, it was hard the first time taking a human life, but it became easier with each new taken, not even blinking after killing a bunch of people later. Throughout this harrowing ordeal, I witnessed countless acts of heroism and sacrifice among my fellow soldiers, which only strengthened my resolve to succeed.
Once the dust had settled and the conflict came to an end, we returned to Camp Pendleton, for the most part, the experience of war was something exhilarating being part of something bigger while treading a fine line between being alive and dead the next moment. For some comrades, while the physical scars from the war may have faded over time, the emotional ones remained etched deeply within their minds.
Nevertheless, we emerged from this crucible stronger and more resolute than ever before, knowing that we had played a crucial role in securing victory for our country. And as we looked back on our accomplishments during those tumultuous months in the Middle East, we could not help but feel proud of the sacrifices we had made and the lives we had touched along the way.
Upon my coming back from service I was delighted to finally see my daughters in person and not by the photos they sent, yes, both being baby girls. They were named Emily and Jennifer, the first being Madison daughter and the latter from my mother Elizabeth. Everything seemed going well and on track, my sister finishing college and was not troubled by money anymore. I felt fulfilled like having everything I needed and that life was good, having two women who I loved already having given me a child. Life kept going and so did the need to have more money so he became interested in the economy and started learning it until duty called again, having no other choice he left but before leaving he did not know why just by a gut feeling after having to see repeatedly notices from the USSR he felt the need to gamble big, shorting the ruble by a large margin with his saved extra money.
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Following our successful deployment to Saudi Arabia, we received orders to prepare for another mission half a world away in Africa. This time, our destination was Mogadishu, the capital city of Somalia, which had descended into chaos due to ongoing civil strife and famine. Our primary objective was to assist humanitarian relief efforts by providing security and support for international aid organizations working tirelessly to alleviate the suffering of the local population. To achieve this goal, we underwent extensive training focused on urban warfare tactics, close-quarters combat techniques, and cultural sensitivity awareness programs. Additionally, we were introduced to new technologies and weapon systems designed specifically for use in this unique operating environment. As we immersed ourselves in this challenging curriculum, we knew that we were once again stepping into the unknown, fully aware that danger lurked around every corner.
Upon arriving in Mogadishu, we were immediately struck by the sheer devastation that surrounded us. Buildings lay in ruins, streets were littered with debris, and the air was thick with the stench of decay. Amidst this desolate landscape, we saw firsthand the desperate plight of the Somali people, who were struggling to survive amidst the violence and lawlessness that pervaded the city. As we began patrolling the streets alongside our Somali counterparts, we quickly realized that our presence alone was not enough to bring about lasting peace and stability. Instead, we needed to engage directly with the local populace, building trust and rapport through our actions and interactions. Through these efforts, we hoped to demonstrate that we were there not as conquerors, but as allies and partners in the pursuit of a better future for all involved.
On October 3, 1993, we embarked on what would become one of the most difficult operations which we were participating. Code-named "Operation Gothic Serpent," this daring daylight raid aimed to capture key leaders of a powerful Somali warlord named Mohamed Farrah Aidid. Little did we know that this seemingly straightforward mission would devolve into a protracted firefight spanning several hours, ultimately resulting in the deaths of 18 U.S. servicemen and hundreds of Somali militia members. As our helicopters swooped low over the city, delivering us into harm's way, I felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension coursing through my veins. What transpired next can only be described as pure chaos, as we found ourselves embroiled in a deadly game of cat and mouse with armed insurgents hiding throughout the urban jungle. In the heat of battle, it became apparent that our opponents were willing to do whatever it took to defend their turf, employing brutal guerrilla tactics that left many of us injured or killed. It wasn't until well after nightfall that we were finally able to extract ourselves from this living nightmare, limping back to base with heavy hearts and battered bodies.
Despite our best efforts, the political fallout from the disastrous Operation Gothic Serpent led to a swift withdrawal of American forces from Somalia. This abrupt exit marked a turning point in how the United States approached its commitments abroad, signaling a shift towards greater reluctance to engage in complex, multifaceted conflicts where clear objectives and outcomes were difficult to define. For me personally, however, the lessons learned during this tumultuous period served as valuable reminders of both the strengths and weaknesses inherent in any military operation. More importantly, they underscored the importance of adaptability, flexibility, and unwavering determination in the face of adversity.
After returning home from the horrors of Mogadishu 7 months later, I came home only to find my mother and Jennifer in there, my baby girl already 3 years old with blonde hair that she shares with all the family the same as her sister Emily has too, while having the blue eyes I and my mother have, while Madison has green eyes.
Elizabeth avoiding my eyes only told me that Madison had been working as a guidance counselor at Paul R. Williams High School for the last 6 months and that last month she moved away with her boyfriend named Steven Clark who she got to know in the last five months and then a few weeks later she married him, she took with her Emily.
The first part put a smile on my face but the latter vanished it from my bloody face, I almost stumbled while standing at that notice, I felt so betrayed by her, that I felt the need to go and kill the man right away as that was the easy way while fighting. That day I drowned in whisky, that was a hard day, even while trying to be a good father to Jennifer and a man for my mother it hurt a lot the knife in the back.
I don't say anything to my mother or blame her for anything, after all, she is Madison mother too and she only wants the happiness of her children and I get it.
The next day Madison and Emily came to the house, her little girl put a smile on him all day, and he got to talk to Madison alone and get to know that it was hard for her my time away in the army and that felt lonely and in a time of weakness she got to know that man Steven Clark, a mere construction worker, the fucking irony of this was fucking me inside, she becomes friend with him and his company was nice, she tried to scare him away telling him she had a daughter but he doesn't have a problem with that she was making more money now and wasn't in any kind of needs also, so she continued that friendship, at some point, she revealed that her daughter was from her brother and her but even that oddly don't put him off… I don't know what to say anymore, I don't have words for what I was feeling, I don't wish her a happy marriage but I did wish for her happiness so I let her keep playing house with that guy but even then I wasn't planning on letting her go away completely to go fuck that guy.
So I fucked her right there until I couldn't do it anymore for hours filling her inside completely making her show her lewd little bitch face to him that all these years that he fucked her as given to him. He doesn't let her go until the next day, fucking her and my mother at the same time, while the girls sleep in another room.
The next day he got to see his financial state after remembering his shorting he left managed by the bank where his mother worked to solve it according to certain rules of action put in place in case it goes good or bad to be activated.
When he left the bank his smile couldn't fade from his face for a long time that day, because he was having in his bank account not less than 4 fucking million dollars after extracting commission and taxes needed to be paid.
At that moment he knew that his stay in the army was already meaningless having this kind of money, so he retired from it and opened two bank accounts separating a million and a half for my mother and Madison each from where they could extract a certain amount daily for them and their daughter expenses, while the rest kept being in secure investment options, it would give lower returns but better than nothing.
After leaving the army and seeing my mother and sister working and the girls already going to Preschool I got bored pretty fucking soon, trying different hobbies and starting to think about college, until I met her… Anastasia Rabitov.
I got to know her under strange circumstances while looking into a jewelry store for a possible gift to my mother and Madison, there was something about that woman that kept calling to him, and he could see that she too felt the same seeing how she looked to him all the time while seeing around the store.
Less to say I fucked her into a coma and filling her completely that day but got robbed at the same time, the little slut took all my available money in the wallet at the time, a couple thousand before vanishing before I woke up the next day.
I kept seeing her around the city a couple of times again and kept fucking her every day that I saw her, until the day that she took me into her "adventures", she was a fucking thief, a jewel thief… And I was dumb enough to follow her in doing the robbery because of the thrill, one time we even did a heist unknowingly into a hacker by the name of Job a weird guy but awesome for the group to do a bigger heist… The sex after was awesome but a part of me knew that this and her were trouble.
But my dick dictated my path and the rush of emotions helped too, getting involved with her was pleasant but also my fucking demise, I ended up becoming a thief while working with her and her father who happened to be a Ukrainian gangster, a mob boss by the name of Mr. Rabbit, bloody funny but not that much when you get the ruthless side of him but with all the shit he did in just two conflicts that wasn't anything new to him, not intimidated at all he got Anastasia pregnant and wanted to take her away from his father while not killing him in the process, so he helped in a big robbery of $10 million diamond heist from a company called Capitol Diamond, but the robbery failed because he don't intended to let her daughter leave being one of his top thieves, so he rat us out during the heist.
I told Ana to go without him and while I was caught and arrested. Being sentenced to 15 years in Roscoe Prison.
When the sentence was given, at that moment I knew that the only thing I was doing was playing with my life for nothing like a drug addict, I didn't need the money, maybe I wanted the girl but this was an absurd thing to do. Like an awakening from a sleep, I got back memories that I had locked away, but at that moment it came back in full about my past life, and understood the absurd situation I found myself in and who I was.
That wasn't all the surprise, I got a system, yes, the holographic display that only the reincarnated protagonists get when they die and go to another world, that was it. And it came with a funny and interesting name Dual Cultivation System.
[Dual Cultivation System Initialized…
Congratulations player, Strenght, Stamina, Agility, Reflexes, Acute Senses and Healing Factor get stronger the more women you fuck, be active.
Giving starter gifts:
1x Genital shape and size customization upgrade
1x Body upgrade
Skills:
Sex Pheromone: amplifies the sexual excitement of the female near you.
Sexual Adrenaline: greatly increases the libido of a woman who is under the effect of sex pheromone and you touch her.
Sex Collection & Life sharing: you can make a collection of the females you've successfully creampied. The females that you've collected will be captivated by you and can't die unless you die.
Immortality: immune to aging, shared with collected women, if they are of an advanced age, they get back and retain the appearance and vitality of their physical prime.
Regenerative Healing Factor: accelerated healing factor that enables you to regenerate damaged or destroyed bodily tissue with far greater speed and efficiency than an ordinary human, the more you fuck women, the stronger it would be.]
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A few days later I was sent to Roscoe Prison, my mood kept changing while on the one hand being fucking angry on the other hand I don't know if the situation developing as it was, was the trigger for these things to come to me or they just needed time to be activated.
He was in a fucking world that he at least knew combined two fictional universes, the walking dead and Banshee, he was happy to have done an army career this time, in his last life he dropped halfway from the navy officer school being one of his regrets not being a soldier for quite a while and not participating in a few wars.
And above all, my body and soul were the best, they continued one of my greatest kinks, Incest, only a person who enjoyed it feeling that kind of pleasure, knows that it's not the same fucking your own blood as other women, it's like getting high but on steroids.
Fuck, remembering the tight pussy of Madison and Elizabeth I feel my dick about to explode, even Anastasia that little slut too. Seeing my cock I let a little sigh, I was blessed with this life more than the latter, I already have a good enough schlong to break any woman's sanity, but now after the upgrade how the fuck they will feel with this 10-inch anaconda, this shit looks like a third leg, their brain will melt if this was a pornhwa or hentai, and talking about these things my body got a frigging big upgrade, it was already fit with 6 packs already, but now, I haven't tested it but I am almost sure that while not being a walking hulk I could knock out anyone from a simple jab, my muscles felt like being compacted like crazy while reducing their mass and bulking over and over until it stopped.
The only regret I have is that I would not be able to see my little girls grow up because of my stupidity, what a father of the year I am.
Being inside the prison wasn't anything nice, a shitty and stinking place, being better being in the battlefield than here only seeing four shitty walls for the most part of his first day, and when not in the second, bothered by the fucker of Rabbit who brought a mini pale albino hulk.
Not even two days inside the fucker appeared visiting the prison, sending the guards to hit me a few times with their battoons but I felt nothing, before dragging me to him in an enclosed room with a few bitches around him, telling me that I would suffer my time in prison, spewing bullshit, that I robbed her daughter from him, separating her from him. Rabbit has some inmates try to beat me but they end up on the floor pretty much as fast as they came, seeing the weird situation, he sent the Albino ahead, a big mini hulk with pale skin and red rabbit eyes, creepy as fuck. The Albino thought he could easily block his punch with his elbow but it fucking broke apart with his arm dangling like a string cut from it, the albino did not fucking believe it, hell even I don't believe it, but my hand hurt a little in the process, more than nothing just a scratch in the knuckles, skin peeling, the albino started screaming like a bitch and pulled a razor blade with his other hand while showing his terror in his eyes, Rabitov already by the door ready to slip away, the albino then charged after a moment to him with the blade but he dodged it took hold of his other arm breaking it too pulling his radius outside, a pretty gruesome sight, taking hold of the razor blade he stabbed it on him into his neck and then going into the head.
There was no Rabbit to be seen by then, he was locked on solitary confinement for almost a year with no chance of visits and the guards not giving a fuck about what he said, during his physical and psychological checkup in the infirmary he got to meet a female doctor and for a moment he thought that he was tripping because she looked just like Lori Grimes and he knew she should exist in this world, but no, she was called Sara Tancredi, who at 22 years old, was one of the few doctors working at Roscoe Prison, what better way to get what I needed than getting this woman, she pretty easily got like a bitch in heat after seeing him and the effect of his body, in no time I ended fucking and making her mine, after a few visits more into the infirmary I don't needed to do anything and she alone would do everything for him, alone doing all the work and getting ready to get pounded like a good girl, after that she would tell him about her life like always and then she told him about his father Frank Tancredi who is the governor of the state of Pennsylvania and her twin sister called Lori, it was then that he knew this universe was pretty messed up.
He asked her to ask his father for his release from prison or help in getting out or if he couldn't, to get him back into active army U.S. service to be deployed outside as his prison time.
After a few days when he saw her again, she told him that it seemed like his father couldn't get him out because of a few big politicians blocking it, but a man got closer to him to send the offer of being recruited into black ops, you will be active again in the army but will be doing first a few missions they would need you to do after then releasing you into normal active duty to keep working for the army for a good amount of years more, but you will be able to get vacations as any soldiers and freedom to move on the country as a normal citizen when on leave, just like you have already lived your previous years in the army.
Not seeing any other choice and not wanting to be here in this shit hole he took the offer and celebrated it filling her up until she couldn't stay awake.
I continued to serve my country faithfully, participating in various missions and assignments across different regions of the globe for the CIA black ops. Along the way, I encountered numerous challenges and obstacles, each requiring a unique blend of skills, knowledge, and experience to overcome. Whether navigating treacherous mountain terrain in South America or conducting sensitive intelligence gathering operations in Europe, I remained committed to upholding the highest standards of professionalism and excellence at all times. Throughout these diverse experiences, I also formed deep connections with fellow soldiers, sharing moments of triumph and despair.
But above all, I was happy to be able to keep being part of the life of my family once again, even if it was just like before with me being apart from them for long periods of time but at least my daughters would know that I am a soldier fighting for the country and not some thief on a prison, even more when they have lot of money not seeing the need of his actions.
Over time I ended up breeding Sara and even her twin Lori too, both of them moved to Los Angeles, California to the penthouse where my mother and Jennifer live, they pretty much already knew of my incestuous nature and accepted it, what other choice they could have even if they don't want it being impossible to get satisfaction outside of him even if they somehow thought about that. I ended up making a fuck ton of money during this time knowing events that would happen in the financial world like the dot-com bubble, and other similar making enough money to live a luxurious life even for my lovers included.
Life kept moving on and I too kept fucking my mother and my sister Madison even while she was with Steven Clark but by the time I touched again my sister with my new powers, their intimate relationship was already in shambles before in the first two years already cold, and when I fucked her when I got to home in a short stay in 1995 after that they kept living still in the same house but more as a friend than husband and wife, but at some point during 2004 Steven decided to kill himself by deliberately driving into oncoming traffic, she told Nick and Alicia that he feel sleep.
About Anastasia that little slut not knowing where she was and not having the guts to get inside the prison to see that he was already free, he don't get the chance to find her so he waited for a chance on Banshee a chance that would be long after because being tied to be exploited working for the CIA outside until my release.
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April 18, 2008
As tensions between Iran and Iraq reached a boiling point, the U.S. government decided to deploy covert special operations teams to conduct targeted strikes against known terrorist cells operating within the region. Among these elite units was an undisclosed number of Rangers from the 3rd Battalion, including myself. On April 18, 2008, we carried out a nighttime raid on a suspected safe house near Tikrit, Iraq, hoping to eliminate two high-ranking Al Qaeda operatives responsible for planning multiple suicide bombings targeting civilians and military personnel alike. As we descended upon our objective under cover of darkness, I couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu, transporting me back to those early days when I first joined the Army. However, unlike before, this time I knew precisely what awaited us inside that compound – death, destruction, and carnage beyond imagination. And so, with grim determination etched across our faces, we prepared ourselves for yet another harrowing encounter with the enemy, fully aware that we might never emerge from this hellish inferno alive.
As we breached the outer walls of the compound, we were immediately met with a barrage of gunfire from entrenched positions manned by heavily armed militants. Despite the overwhelming odds stacked against us, however, we refused to give ground, instead pressing forward with calculated precision and ferocity. As bullets whizzed past my head and explosions rocked the earth beneath my feet, I fought steadily alongside my comrades, determined not to let them down in our moment of truth.
Inside the safe house itself, we discovered a scene straight out of Dante's Inferno – bloodied bodies strewn about like discarded rag dolls, grotesque mutilations inflicted upon innocent victims who had been caught in the crossfire, and the unmistakable stench of death permeating every corner of the room. Amidst this macabre tableau, we quickly identified our primary targets, Abu Ayyub and Abu Omar, who lay dead amidst the wreckage, having paid the ultimate price for their heinous crimes. With grim satisfaction, we proceeded to secure the area, neutralizing any remaining threats and ensuring that no further harm would come to either friend or foe.
Once the dust had settled and the smoke cleared, we began the grueling process of extracting ourselves from this godforsaken place, knowing full well that danger still lurked around every corner. As we loaded our fallen brothers onto helicopters bound for medical treatment, I felt a mixture of sorrow and pride coursing through my veins, reflecting on the sacrifices we had made in pursuit of justice and vengeance. It wasn't until much later, after the adrenaline had worn off and reality set in, that I truly grasped the magnitude of what we had accomplished that night – a feat worthy of recognition of a great military victory.
Unfortunately, however, our moment of glory was short-lived, as tragedy struck once again just hours later when one of our Black Hawk helicopters was shot down while providing air support during our extraction. This devastating loss served as a stark reminder of the inherent risks associated with engaging in combat operations, reinforcing the need for constant vigilance and preparation amongst even the most seasoned warriors.
Nevertheless, despite these setbacks, I was happy, as the months turned into years, I found myself growing increasingly disillusioned with the harsh realities of life in the military, longing for a simpler existence free from the burden of responsibility and sacrifice, he came back because it was the only option to be free enough to still be in contact with his family but he can't wait for his time to be done here, fortunately, this was his last mission.
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Year 2009
'So here I am in this bar after my recent release and being a fully free man again' Paul thought while looking at the pretty slutty female bartender that was looking at him all the time with desire. Smiling he got up and sent her a look while going into the storage room of the little bar.