Iron Induced Memory Loss

"Oww, shit."

Groggily, I half-open my eyes, to be blinded by the light above. Blocking it with my arm, I spot the blurry silhouette of someone sitting next to me.

"Hey, you're awake. Dude, what were you thinking!?"

I begin to see more clearly, now. The side of my head hurts quite a bit, and I feel a bandage over it when I reach to rub my head. The guy addressing me looks rather concerned, so I set my sights on him. I wonder who he is.

"Are you okay, man? You got hit pretty hard. And I don't mean hit on."

He laughed at his own joke while I'm left in the dark. Should I ask him? I get the feeling that he knows me.

I don't know where I am myself, honestly. I'm flat on my back on some barracks building, apparently on the lower part of a bunker bed. Before I can ask him anything, he tells me that he's going to fetch some water. What a kind man.
Losing the opportunity to ask him about everything, I decided to look around. Rows of bunker beds filled the room, with metal lockers at their feet. Room has some small windows too, but they're too high up to check the outside from my perspective.

I move myself to a sitting position on the bed, careful to not bang my already battered head with the metal bed above me.
There's a few other people on the room, talking with each other, while some play with some orange handheld consoles. Or phones?

I decide to check my belongings. I quickly notice that my own clothing is similar to everyone else's, included my presumed friend's. A gray jacket and pants with a black shirt underneath, and black, combat-like boots. The hood is comfortable, at least. It takes my mind off my headache for a bit. On another note, I also seem to be wearing what seems to be a dog leash, and have a key hanging from a slim rope around my neck.

Looking to the others, I noticed the mouse motif on the hood. So cutesy and awful. The jacket is red on the inside, so hopefully it's also reversible. Though trying this out wasn't the best idea, because before I could take it off completely, I slid it back on me. It's SO cold in here, damn!

I rub my hands together while thinking what to do next. Checking the locker next to my bed seems like a good idea. I slide the key in the pad, unlocking it quickly. It was rather messy inside, and had various items. I picked up an orange handheld, and wallet with a keychain. After shoving the handheld and wallet in my pockets, I noticed a small envelope sticking out in the locker. I opened it, and was greeted by a nice sight. The pictures were all of the same girl. Short stature, light brown hair, and deep, beautiful blue eyes. She was wearing pretty and expensive-looking clothes, topped with a hat that matched them. The pictures cheered me up for some reason, but the way they were taken it didn't look like they were taken with permission. Among all the pictures, there was this one that was odd in comparison. It depicted a similar size girl, with light blue hair, and apparently flying and somehow also carrying a large axehammer thing. Her skimpy outfit was very nice to look at. It made looking at her face less terrifying, with lit up red eyes and a very angry expression. Looking at the bottom of the picture, the annotation read: "Rare shot. Lucky!!!"

I wonder what kind of person I was, or I am? I noticed other annotations in the rest of the photos, but I had a cold water bottle placed on my head. I dropped the pictures on surprise, and looked at the culprit, who threw the bottle on the bed and started to pick up the photos in a hurry. He nervously whispered to me why I had these out, calling me a madman.

I considered asking who she was, but I felt awkward. Anyway, he took me to the dining room, and we ate up. While chatting he revealed to me that I made fun of some Linda girl, and she smacked me in the head with her iron pipe. I asked him that if we were in some military camp or something, but he told me to stop joking around. I don't think he knows I don't know anything.
After playing Mayro Kartt for a while with him and some others, speakers on the room give orders to everyone to line up in the hangar. I've no idea where it is, so I follow the only person I know like a sheep. He's called Kevin, by the way.

There's quite a lot of us here. I stand as tall as I can, and spy someone handing out something. Paying attention to the speakers, apparently we're being sent out to trash some factory. Seeing how this is all set up, I doubt I have a choice in the matter. It's also time I'm handed over whatever the person is giving out, it seems. The girl doing it is pretty cute, at least. This thought is smacked away when she angrily shoves an iron pipe into my chest, not even looking at me.

"Dumbass."

"She's still mad at you, man." Points out Kevin. What a shame, Linda's pretty good looking. I ask him to debrief me quickly on whatever we're doing because I wasn't paying attention.

"Really, man. We're going to sneak in the factory and wreck the place up. They'll put us in boxes by pairs, and we'll come out when we're placed inside the building."

Solid plan. "I hope we go in the same box, then." He's done nothing but look after you, might as well watch his back there.

"Same here." But his sentiment is cut short when he's taken away by some girl. He looks back at me, wishing me luck while sporting a happy face.

I'm now standing in the middle of the hangar like a moron. Deciding to get it over with, I open up one of the boxes and climb inside. Hangar door's open, so I could see the cause of all the cold. Blinding white snow, so far as the eye can see. I slide my warm hood on, rub my hands a bit, and take out my handheld. Gonna sneak some good old Donkong before the action. I close the box on top of me, and game on while someone loads the box in a truck.

"All right, that's the last one!" recites a familiar voice.

The forklift she's driving powers off, and she climbs onto the truck. Please, don't pick this crate.

Footsteps, next to my crate. Please, pick another crate.

My pleading falls on deaf ears as Linda opens the box, invites herself in, and closes it. Luckily, it's a big box, so it's not too cramped. She doesn't say anything. I pull my hood down the most I can, in case she didn't recognize me. The truck starts moving, and I return my attention to my game. Minutes pass in silence, until she breaks the it just as she breaks something with that pipe of hers. "So hey, what are you playing?"

Panic. I turn around the console so she can see the title screen: DONKONG NATION 2™

"Hey, I got that game too. Why don't we play it together?" she says as she checks her pockets. She curses out loud while I keep playing. Apparently, she forgot hers. She asks me something, but I don't pay attention and keep playing.

Bad idea, she's mad now.

"Hey asshole, give me that!"

She jumps me, and takes hold of my device. I don't want to give it to her at all, so we begin to fight for it.
After some clumsy grappling, she took it in the end. I was flat on my back at the bottom of the box, and she's sitting on my stomach, playing the game. As soon as I noticed our positions, I got hard. I couldn't help it. It swelled under her thigh.

"Wow, what's this? It a remote or something?"

Please, no. Don't do it!!!

She sticks her hand under my pants, and takes hold of it. She mutters something about a Leanbox 360 TV remote and that why I'm carrying it. I decided to be frank, my day could not get any worse, could it.

"W-wha--t?"

I couldn't see inside the box, it was pitch black. But her expression sounded more of surprise than disgust. Should I be worried?

"It's uh... it's big." That was unexpected! "Hey, um... want to have some fun? You never know how it'll be in there..."

She clearly hated me, but had no idea who I was. Doing it with her inside this dinky box sounded like many things, one of them being really hot. I reached for my handheld, turned it off and put it down.

"I know, Winner takes the console!!" She announced. Shit was on like Donny Kong.

With a cute and nervous laugh, she pulled my pants down and massaged it with her gloved hand. It felt good, but not as good as a raw hand, so I reached for her gloves, and took them off. Now, it felt really good.
I was in a half trance, rubbing her small but nonetheless delicious breasts under her bra. It went on for a while, until she asked me to do some work of my own, too. She shoved her butt on my face, so down the pants go. I couldn't see her pussy, but easily found it after running my hands up her thighs. Getting the wrong hole was the worst thing I could do in this moment.

I don't think I've done this before losing my memory. There's some things you never forget, like muscle memory related things. I had no idea how to proceed, so I licked my finger, and with care, stuck it inside her pussy. She seized up when I did it, and told me to at least warn her. I smiled and moved it in and out, I spun it, jerked it in circles, which all got reactions off her.

"Not so rough... Ahh!! let's see how you like this then!!" The second after, my second head was swallowed whole, the feeling of her warm and wet tongue spinning around it driving me to the edge. I can't lose to her, I'll look like a loser once more. I need to make her cum first, but how!?

Then I remembered. Women are at a disadvantage!

While a man's head is the most sensitive part down there, women have both the clit and the mythical "G-spot"!!

If I stimulate both at the same time, victory is without a doubt mine!!!

However, I only know where the clitoris is. I rub it with my other hand while moving my finger inside her. She's spasming a bit, I can do this!

"Buh--ugh... I can't keep it down like this! Not so rough!!" she hushes, before increasing the pleasure on my member.

And finally, I believe I found the promised spot. She can barely talk now, and I go all out. We both are, right now.

After a few moments, I can't hold it any longer. It rushes to my tip, and I release my juice deep down her throat, just as she squirts all over my face. A tie?

We stay like that for a minute. I tap her back as to not choke, in case my juice didn't travel far. She commented that it was amazing, but that I cheated. What does she even mean? I pull my hood down and wipe the girl cum off my face with it.

Before I can do, or say anything else, she snuggles next to me, and asks if I'm ready for the tiebreaker. Losing all shame and self control, I put my hand behind her head and bring it for a kiss, but were cut off a few centimeters short when the vehicle stops, engine powering off. Damn, I wanted to taste her, I could even feel her breathing on my face. Oh well.

We both fix our clothing and wait to be dropped in the storage, pipe on hand. The iron ones.

Regaining my sanity, I wonder if I should tell her who I am. Funny that I don't know myself other than "The guy she beat up" or "The guy who she had sex with". I had the idea to check my wallet. While wondering why I didn't do so earlier, and still undecided whether to tell her or not, she bursts out of the crate and whistles a signal. Still in the crate, I sneak up to see the chaos unleashed outside. People screaming and running, machinery being destroyed and shelves pushed over. It's hell out there!

I sit down back into the box, and pick up my handheld. This task just isn't suited for me, so I pick up my console and play. When the commotion dies down and we leave, I'll come out.

However, I grow worried now. The destruction doesn't subside, but I hear people shooting. Were we even administered guns?
The sounds of war cease in the following minutes. I decide to take a peek.

Fuck! It's packed with those toon-looking Lowee soldiers. However, none of my comrades are around. Not dead, not unconscious, nor apprehended. Did they escape?

Before I can think of what to do, the box is violently opened by a kick. From all directions, I have their muskets pointing at me, one pushing my nose back right into my face.

I stammer an "Oh, hey there!" with a nasal voice, but them female soldiers don't have a sense of humor as one violently pulls me up and cuffs my hands behind my back. Prison can't suck that much. Hopefully the cuffs don't mean meeting the firing squad, though.

I was led outside the building. I walked towards a truck, so I guess I'm safe for now. Looking back at the factory, it was completely razed, with fire and smoke rising in some parts. "That sucks." I voiced. Then asked the soldiers escorting me if one of them could zip my jacket, but I only got a smack in the back of the head with their musket. Didn't ask nicely enough, I guess.

After being forced to sit inside the truck, I wondered where Kevin and Linda are. Hopefully made it out safely. The automated truck doors close, as faint neon blue lights part the darkness in this now enclosed space.

Truck drove for around twenty minutes. Then, after it's engine powered down, back doors opened, and the bright lights outside blinded me again. Maybe being blinded by light marks the start of rough events, just like earlier today. I'm pushed out of the vehicle (with my jacket still open) into the blinding, snowy landscape. Right there, well, it's a prison. I expected as much. Hopefully they will have air conditioning in there. However, I can't escape the cold shower. Bastards.

After having to put a horrible prison uniform on (Black and pink striped) I'm unceremoniously pushed into a room with a table and two chairs. The warden starts questioning me, but I'm not gonna say shit. I didn't even help them trash the factory, so at least I won't betray them. I won't betray Kevin, and I won't betray Linda. I mockingly ask to see their superior.

Silence. The younger soldier visibly gulps, and looks at the warden, who is nervously smiling. "You s-should have talked, man." They left the room, and I was left in silence again.

Time passed, feeling like hours, even days went by. Checking the clock in the wall, around forty minutes passed until the door opened again. The warden stepped aside, as the girl from my photographs walked in.

Short stature. Short, light brown hair, a perfectly calculated hue. Beautiful and deep blue eyes that you could fall in, be that you stare too long at. Nice and expensive-looking clothing. And a small pair up front, which does not mean in the least pitiful. I wonder if I've started liking flat fronts after my short experience with Linda, or I had this trait before my memory loss.

The warden closed the door, leaving me alone with her. I was out of words. Just who is she??

"I heard you were there when they trashed the place. And that you won't talk."

I was still taken aback by her presence out of the blue, but they thought she could make me talk? I had something going on for this girl before I got roughed up apparently, and--

With a head tilt, the guillotine comes down.

"Won't you tell me all about it, Onii-chan?"

My force of will was broken to pieces. I spilled everything. I'm sorry, my comrades.