(Caution: Incest and rape are key subjects. Do not read if these offend you)
"For My Sister's Honor"
"Skip" Burns tried to keep his path through the town looking random to the men following him; they needed to believe that this was his first visit to what was in reality the city of his birth and upbringing. At various intersections of the mostly dirt roads, he dispatched men -- in pairs usually, sometimes more if enemy troops were in sight -- until finally, when he reached the small building he'd grown up in, there were only two men left at his side.
"There..." he said, pointing to a distant, random location. As the two men turned, looking for what ever it was that supposedly had his attention, he backed up a couple of steps, "...see them?"
Once both of them had turned the direction he'd signaled, he lifted his side arm and quickly pumped one round each into the men's necks, just below their helmets. He stepped over his loyal men, putting another round into the skull of the man still squirming, then quickly yet cautiously moved to the back of his family home to peek through the blown out window. He grimaced at the sight of the ransacked interior, knowing he was probably too late.
A woman's muted scream sounded in the second of the house's two rooms. He ran to a second window and looked through, finding six men grasping at a young woman who was vainly trying to keep them men back. They laughed as they dodged her kicking legs and flailing fists. Each time she lunged at one man, another behind her reached out and snatched at her torn dress, ripping it further or tearing a piece of it away.
Skip could tell by the gag wrapped around her mouth that at one point the men had had better control of her. Six of them... he thought, recalling how easily he had killed the distracted pair a moment earlier. If she'd been able to get loose, maybe you could kill them all before...
Peeking inside again, he doubted that that was the case. The men were toying with the woman; that was pretty obvious. They could have very easily taken her down and done what they were intending to do. That meant as well that if he stood and leveled his fire arm, it was doubtful that he was going to get all six of them before one of them leveled an automatic rifle and ripped the wall in front of him -- as well as his body -- to shreds.
"Bulldog!" he called out, moving closer to the home's back door and rapping a fist against it twice. He heard the shuffling of boots on the old wood floor, then -- in response to a challenge from one of the men inside -- he continued, "Bulldog! Tango-tango, forty-one ... Captain Burns!
After the men inside repeated Skip's coded identification, he stood cautiously, showing his hands, one of which still held the 9mm he'd just killed two of their comrades with. During his introduction, two of the men had seized control of the woman and held her between them, facing Skip's direction. Her dress was nothing but tatters now, exposing her front; her young, pert breasts thrust outward, and a pair of comfortable panties were torn away from one hip, exposing the majority of the carefully tended triangle of brown hair at the meeting of her thighs.
Skip made his way inside the home, his eyes moving quickly between the woman, the men ... and their at-the-ready weapons. The conflict that was consuming the lives of this village was also consuming the lives of these young men; and if this ugly war had taught them one thing, it was that even in the presence of one of their own, staying alert and ready was always the best course to take to staying alive.
"Who is she...?" Skip asked, his gaze firmly on the woman's questioning face. She tried to cry out to him through the gag, but her words were incoherent against the gag. "Does anyone know her name?"
The men responded in the negative, with one asking Who cares?, another saying Doesn't matter, and a third asking Can we just get to it? Skip looked around to their faces, taking a moment to judge each. Of the six, he could see the desire for rape in the minds of at least three of them and simple, blind duty in the eyes of two more. The last, the youngest looking of the group, looked ready to lean over and retch at the knowledge of what was about to happen here.
"This one's mine," Skip said, stepping closer to the confused looking woman.
"Sir...?" inquired the man who'd been trading identifications with Skip. "But ... we were here first, and--"
Skip was only inches away from the woman as he stressed, "This one's mine. Stand down. You can have the next one. Go check the next home."
The soldier who had questioned Skip with disappointment hesitated, then slapped the soldier next to him on the back and said, "Let's go! We're done here."
Skip watched the two men depart out of the corner of his eye, continuing to move closer to the woman's exposed body.
"Think I'll stay and watch," the third of the rape-intent men said. Skip turned to look at the soldier, and he could see in the man's eyes that he doubted Skip's intent to rape this woman. The man asked with feigned subordinance, "If you don't mind ... sir."
"Of course, not, soldier," Skip said, turning his attention back to his the woman in fear of letting his expression give him away. Skip reached out quickly, snatching the woman's neck just below her jawbone, lifting her head firmly and kissing her roughly on the neck. He pulled back, finishing, "I like to put on a good show."
The reactions of the remaining men varied, from energetic agreements to simple silence. Skip pushed harder against the woman's body, kissing at her neck and face and pressing his mouth hard against her ear. He whispered desperately, "I'm sorry, sister ... I don't know how else to save you."
He nodded to the two men holding her, instructing them to turn her. They spun her away from Skip and pulled her over the kitchen table as Skip began to unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip his trousers. He was actually quite surprised that despite the relationship between them, seeing her splayed out over the table with her now totally exposed lower body so vulnerable before him, his dick was as hard as he thought it had ever been.
Shots sounded close to the home. Skip ordered the men not involved in the rape to check it out, and as they went for the doors, he pulled his dick out the open fly of his boxers and moved into place behind the woman.
He glanced up at the men holding his sister to the table. One had a truly delighted expression on his face; he watched the woman's face, waiting for her reaction to the intrusion that was about to take place. The other man was chuckling softly to himself as he shifted his position around the table, trying to get a view of the imminent intrusion upon the helpless woman.
He hesitated at his sister's entrance, asking himself Is this the only way to save her...? Do I have to do this...? He knew what the choices were, of course. He could whip his side arm out again and start shooting men, but he wouldn't get them all before just one of them got him ... and then raped his sister and killed her anyway.
No, the only way out of this was to claim this woman for himself. The Commander had issued orders that any officer could claim any female -- or females -- as their own. Claim, of course, meant fuck...! Rape! If Skip wanted to save his sister from being ravaged by an untold number of troops before being killed -- if she was lucky -- he had to do this...
He had to do this to her ... and for her.
Skip reached a hand down, finding his sister's wet pussy and directing the head of his dick to it. He pushed, but carefully; he didn't want to hurt her anymore than he had to. She struggled again at the feel of his dick pressing into her pussy; the two men grasped her more tightly, with one of them apologizing to Skip as the other slapped his sister's ass and told her to stay still.
Skip took a deep breath ... released it ... then, pushing forward ... violated his sister. Despite the horror he was feeling for raping his own blood, he couldn't help but realize how fucking good it felt to slip inside her. She was warm and wet and tight ... and if the situation had been any different, Skip would have been complimenting her for the feel of her pussy wrapping around his shaft.
He entered her slowly, and when he bottomed his groin against her buttocks and thighs, he simply stayed there for a long moment, enjoying the unbelievable sensation of her.
"Do it, Captain!" the man watching the fucking action said, quickly followed by the other man -- who had grabbed his sibling's hair to turn her face his way -- said with a laugh, "She's likes it, Captain. I can tell."
Skip hesitated a moment more, torn between the wonderful pleasure of this woman and the horrid knowledge of who exactly this woman was. Then, to fulfill his claim, he began pulling back and shoving forward, plunging deeply inside his sister's pussy again and again. The table below her creaked loudly under the stress, with the metal tipped feet scratching across the old hardwood planks upon which it stood.
It had been quite a while since Skip had last had sex, so it wasn't long before the pleasure well within him and drove him to orgasm. He grunted loud and long as he exploded, his cock jerking hard, again and again as it emptied within her. His heart pounded, and his breathing became labored ... and his brain tried to reconcile the euphoria with the fact that he'd just raped his little sister.
Once his dick had twitched its last and he was able to speak clearly, he ordered the two men before him, "Let her go ... I have her ... go find the others ... I have this under control."
The men asked if he was sure, and getting confirmation, they released their grips on his sibling and hurried to their weapons and to the door. The soldier who had questioned Skip watched his superior for a long moment then -- with the fourth man -- walked slowly out into the street as ordered.
Once alone, Skip withdrew from his sister's pussy, laid his dick between the firm cheeks of her ass, and leaned over her. With all the compassion he could muster -- as still the orgasm was influencing his body and mind -- he said, "I am so sorry. I didn't know what else to do. But ... you're safe now ... you're mine ... which means no one will touch you without going through me first"...
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