It's been four months since I contributed a chapter to this tale, and in that time, chrisrap22 has moved over to RapeCage, while CC00 has disappeared off the face of the site. Still, I shall continue this, and hopefully they will return and read this and like/love it.
Oh, and of course, a disclaimer: This story contains rape scenes in a militaristic environment. The author does not condone this in situation in real life.
Rachel sat naked in the dark and the rain. She had heard the news that another regiment had won their battle with the Army, and were now returning so that another regiment could take their place on the front line. So she decided to battle rain and cold to do what she felt she needed to do.
She briefly looked back at the hut that the girls had reluctantly called their own piece of sanity. She didn't want to do this; CeCe still needed help, and her relationship with Chris had flourished. Even her sister, with whom she had been rivals back in civilistion, had become more amicable since they arrived here. Those three reasons alone made what she was about to do all the harder.
The regiment filed into the camp, mud caking their uniforms. They stopped when they saw Rachel sitting on the ground in the rain, crying. "Please," she pleaded to them, "take me! Use me however you please! Just please spare the others!"
*****
"Where is she? Where's Rachel!?" Chris was in a panicked state, which had woken up the other two girls. "What's wrong?" Sophie asked.
"Rachel's not here." Chris kept searching, looking out of the window towards the courtyard.
Sophie finally got up. CeCe, being four months pregnant, found it a little harder, and was lifted up by Sophie. By this time, Chris had already run out to try and find her lover.
It was only just before breakfast, so the whole of M'Butu's militia were assembled ready to be fed when she reached the courtyard. "Looks like one of them wants to get in early!" one of the soldiers called out; the comment was met with laughter while the men surrounded her.
"Do you know w...I'm trying to...I'm loo..." Chris couldn't get a word in before she was forced to her knees. As soon as she opened her mouth again to ask where Rachel had gone, it was filled with a soldier's cock, and she was having her face fucked violently.
Sophie and CeCe had finally made it down to the breakfast area, Chris had taken on several of the soldiers, and they had now spotted the other two as they approached. "Look who's joined the party, boys," another voice boomed outy across the gang, and almost immediately the girls were surrounded and forced to kneeling, servicing every cock that was put to their mouths.
"What's going on here?" came M'Butu's booming voice, just as it seemed the oral abuses were reaching their peak. Every male backed away, leaving the three girls exposed and on their knees, unswallowed cum drooling from their mouths. "I remember saying that these girls were not to be touched until after breakfast."
"She star—" one of them started, but was quickly cut short by Chris running up to M'Butu, falling into a pleading position. "Please, M'Butu, I don't know where Rachel has gone," she cried at his feet. Sophie and CeCe slowly stood.
"Thankfully, I do," M'Butu assured, and took Chris' hand. "Girls, come with me. Men, return to your breakfast. You've had your fill of them this morning."
*****
They saw Rachel, bent double, hands bound behind her back and pulled up towards the ceiling by another rope, taking two soldiers at the same time. They noted that they were part of the regiment that had been at the front line; they had evidently returned overnight. The two militiamen finished up, then, spotting M'Butu, took their leave, allowing Rachel to regain her composure.
"How long has she been here for?" CeCe asked, noting that Chris was in no state to ask.
"Three hours," M'Butu answered. "She volunteered herself for this, in order to spare you girls of this fate."
Chris immediately ran over to her, and threw her arms around her neck. The pair cried. "I did this for you," Rachel quietly told her. "I didn't want you to suffer this, so I chose to take it instead."
"That's nice, sister," Sophie sneered, her arms crossed. "You 'take one for the team' so as to spare us. But that exposes what you really are, doesn't it?"
"Sophie, what are you saying?" CeCe's voice made obvious her concern for where the young girl was going with her diatribe.
"You've given up. You're no longer fighting this. You've become weak. But then, you were always weak, weren't you? You say you would fight them oif they took you, but that's not true, is it? Look at us. CeCe fought. Chris would've fought. I would've fought. You did the exact opposite; you willingly gave yourself to them, because you're weak."
Chris was quick to take Sophie by the shoulders and push her to the walls of the hut. "What would you know? She did this so we didn't have to fight. And you can't see it. CeCe has been through this already herself, and she barely survived. Tell us, would you have if this were you?"
Sophie retreated from her standpoint a bit. "No," she admitted reluctantly and sullenly.
"Then you better be thankful for what she just did, because she could've left either of us to suffer in her place, as you said." Chris turned to M'Butu. "We'd better go." She then turned back to her lover. "Thank you for doing this. You didn't have to, and I wish you didn't, but I'm glad you did." She gave Rachel one last hug, then the three of them left with M'Butu back to the camp.
