The War Zone

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Teaser: Private Nathalie Smith stood on the drill square alongside the seventy-eight other women in her company, waiting for her turn to be raped.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Language: English,
Completion Status: , Unfinished
Length: Long
Consent Type: , Nonconsensual
word count - 5753
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This is a revised version of a story I wrote 3 years ago.
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The War Zone

Chapter 1 - Surrender

It was H-Hour minus nine, the sun was about to set and in the morning, Nathan Maskell would be experiencing combat for the first time.

His Battalion had formed up in their assembly area, a narrow ravine, twenty miles from the Confederation border. It was an opportunity for a final orders group and to reflect on the battle to come.

The Battalion commander took the opportunity to move between the company positions to give final words of encouragement. He climbed up onto the hood of the radio wagon as Nathan and his company gathered around.

"Men" He Said "you've all seen it in the news, it’s been over a week since the confederation launched a massive drone and cruise missile attack, on bases and camps throughout the disputed territory. Killing hundreds."

There was a flurry of angry muttering from the assembled troops. It wasn't new information, but Nathan still felt his anger rising alongside that of his comrades. It had been pointed out by less aggressive voices inside the Republic, that the confederation had deliberately limited their strikes to the disputed territories. That various armed terrorist groups had been operating for years and some sort of confederation responsible had been inevitable. They had been shouted down though, and eventually it was decided that the peace which had lasted nearly two years would end, and the Confederation and Republic would return to war.

The Colonel paused a moment and then with a booming voice "This is how women wage war!. They bomb and kill at a distance" he surveyed the group and working himself up into a fury "The confederation have driven all men and even the idea of masculinity from their territory. The very act of being a man is a crime there. They use drugs and genetic engineering to ensure that boys are never even born."

Nathan found the shared anger and outrage exhilarating, and he shouted in affirmation as the Colonel continued. "Well we're going to show them how Men wage war. At dawn we cross the border, and strike deep into the confederation, we're going to take the town of Columbus, and we'll show them the consequences of their actions."

To the sound of cheering, the Colonel brought the battalion to attention and then dismissed them. It took a few moments for them to regain their calm and then at the direction of their officers and Sgts, they moved off to do a final check of weapons, equipment and vehicles. As he was gathering his kit, he saw a group of new recruits crowing around one of the more seasoned soldiers. The soldier was a veteran of the last three conflicts with the confederation and was proudly displaying his trophies from those conflicts.

He took them from a pouch and passed them around. They were women's panties, and he had a collection of several dozen. Nathans eyes were initially attracted to the bright colors in his collection. Most were all different sizes, shapes and colors from conservative high cut briefs to lacy thongs made from wisps of material. However, those weren’t the gems in the soldiers collection.

Hidden amongst the assortment, were several identical gray cotton panties. Nathan knew they were InSec issue, confederation Internal Security troops, also a collection of black polyester briefs, that were ExSec issue, External Security troops that did the majority of fighting in the disputed territory.

The other panties were easy to come by, but the only way you can get a pair of those plain Gray or black panties was to take them from a confederation soldier. To Nathan they seemed a proof of manhood.

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The attack began in the early hours of the morning. Private Natalie Smith was awoken to the sound of mortars landing in and around the barracks. She could hear women screaming and cursing as she struggled out of her bed, throwing on her kit and grabbing her carbine.

Despite their much-vaunted preparations, nobody really thought that they would attack so far inside confederation territory, and she knew they were nowhere near prepared for it. The barracks overlooked the town and she watched horrified as women run into the night from their homes screaming.

"We told them to stay where they are if we're attacked" a voice says beside her said. She looked and saw the reassuring face of Corporal Chloe Duncan a veteran of four years in InSec as well as the last war.

"THEY'RE GOING TO KILL US ALL" a panicked voice screams from another fire position.

"SHUT UP YOU SILLY COW!" Chloe shouted back. Then in a quiter voice that only Nathalie could hear "they're not interested in killing anyone". She sighed deeply and turned to Nathalie "They're going to take the town" she said grimly.

Nathalie shook her head "No... we'll stop.."

"Shut up and think" she said sternly not just to Nathalie but every woman around her. "They're already inside the perimeter and we're not going to be able to stop them". The group of panicked soldiers that had gathered around her was growing larger. “Where’s the Captain!” she demanded of a petrified Lieutenant who had instantly deferred to her.

“She’s… she’s in her quarters… she won’t come out.”

“We’re being Jammed… “another voice said, “I can’t get anything on the Radio.”

“Look” another soldier said pointing at the distance flashes of light and tracer were opening up at points all along the horizon.

Nathalie saw Chloe's face drop “The Republicans are rolling up the whole line, InSec were fucking warned this would happen, and those stupid ExSec bitches didn’t manage to notice them crossing the border.”

"They'll kill everyone... " Nathalie said horrified.

"No" They won't she said firmly. "They've done this before, it’ll be just like Lisbon at the end of the last war". Referring to a small border town, that had been invaded in the last war. Nathalie had only heard stories about what had happened.

Chloe looked at her in shock, she hadn’t known her friend had been involved in a battle that was banned from being mentioned in the state media.

Chloe looked her "They're not interested in killing women, do you understand?" she sighed sadly "They're here to retaliate for the drone strikes in the territories, and they don't intend to do that by killing us."

She looked at Nathalie with a sad expression. “Why do you think they didn’t just hit the barracks with an artillery strike, They want us alive” she gave a reassuring smile "Look they'll do some things, but afterwards they'll let us go"

Nathalie looked at her puzzled “I don’t understand - what are -”

Chloe grabbed Nathalie’s carbine from her hands "If we kill some of them in the fighting and then surrender afterwards, we're going to have a much worse time of it."

"No Chloe I .." Chloe ignored her and threw her carbine into the distance, followed by her own. Nathalie watched as even the Officers followed her lead and did the same.

"Cease fire" she shouted, going from position to position. "we're surrendering.”
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“Move Forward” A voice screamed, “We need to keep moving forward!”

Nathan hugged the ground; lines of tracer were arcing through the sky. They had gotten far closer than expected before they were spotted. They had breached the minefield in several places at once, before the sentry drones behind the line started to fire.

“Come on Nathan” A figure screamed at him as he ran past.

Nathan steeled himself and climbed to his feet, and with a bound, sprinted forward, then as he was trained dropped crawled a few yards then sprung to his feet and sprinted forward again. Then he heard a whirring noise and a small drone clambered into view, it’s turret mounted machine gun and grenade launcher spitting fire.

Nathan fired a few rounds at it, but they bounced off. The drone fired again, and Nathan realised that its fire was going over his head. ‘Its mis calibrated’ he realised.

He charged forward towards the drone “Nathan!!! What the fuck are –“ a voice shouted behind him.

Nathan let his rifle drop to his side, it was no use against a drone, he kept expecting to be shot by the infantry that should have been providing overwatch for the drone, but nothing came. He pulled a grenade from a pouch, flicked a switch that set it to Anti-Armour , and lobbed it gently onto the deck of the drone. Luckily for him it landed flush and its explosive power directed down into the drone, or it would have killed him as well.

He was past the drone now, and inside the trench line of the confederation position, it was unoccupied, they must have fallen back to a different position.

He put his head over the parapet back the way he came and waved a signal flag to show he was in the position, other troops dived into the trench.

“It’s clear!” Nathan shouted.

They fanned out, looking for any signs of the defending troops.“Cease fire” A voice shouted, “Position secured!”

For the next few minutes, the Company spread out, they had secured all their objectives on the first attempt, as he looked into the distance, he could see fire from the distance and realised the main element had gotten into the town already.

Someone tapped him on the shoulder and told him the Company commander wanted to see him. As he made his way to the command post, he heard a burst of fire, then shouts “OUT…. GET THE FUCK OUT YOU BITCHES….”

He saw a group of soldiers shouting into a bunker, that had just been breached with a charge, and the sound of women crying inside. Someone plucked a smoke grenade from his belt and with a smile to his friend tossed it inside. The crying intensified, and the first woman appeared from the bunker.

“Stupid Bitch” A soldier said grabbing the rifle hanging limply from her side, he cleared the weapon and threw it to one side, and pushed her against the trench wall. As other women emerged choking the process repeated itself. Nathan was shocked as the line of women against the wall grew longer and longer, ‘what had they been doing he wondered’.

“We surrender…” A meek woman’s voice said in remonstration, a soldier slapped her with the back of his "too fucking late" he replied.

Nathan felt a hardness in his trousers, but knew he was wanted at the CP and got moving. He found the captain inside what had previously been a well-appointed InSec command bunker. Nathan looked around, at the banks of radios and monitors, what kind of battle had they thought they were going to be fighting, they had all this and couldn’t program their drones correctly.

The Captain looked up from his orders table and smiled warmly at him “That was a very foolish thing you did Nathan” he said with a smile “You were lucky that whichever silly bitch programmed that drone set the Arcs of fire too far out.”

“She was probably scared about the drone firing on them” The Sergeant Major offered “They used do the same thing in the last war, rely on drones while applying too many safeties” he then smiled at Nathan “Good Job son, you took the attack home.”

Nathan beamed in pleasure “Thank you Sir, I just didn’t want to let anyone down.”

“Get inside and stop crying-“ A voice behind him said. Nathan turned and saw four women being pushed into the tent. “These are the officers” their guard said, he indicated a short blonde haired woman with a bleeding lip, “She’s apparently a Major and was in charge of this shit show.”

“We surrendered –“She began stammering, but was back handed by the Sergeant Major “Bitch be quiet” He said sternly “we’ll tell you when you can talk.”

“Are they all alive?” The Captain asked.

“Yes Sir” The soldier replied “No Injuries either, the entire Company locked themselves in their bunkers, we smoked them out, and I believe we’ve accounted for all of them. No resistance, we’ve got them formed up, in a single group.”

Nathan saw anger in the Captains face “You activated the drones, and the minefield, then you ran and hid.” He advanced on her “Four of my men are dead, you stupid cunt. Despite what you may start to think over the next few days, you’re lucky you’re a woman, if you were men, we’d have killed all of you”
She said nothing, of the officers one Lieutenant, a short slender woman, with her hair tied up in a neat bun, looked down at her feet embarrassed. The others just looked terrified.

“Well” The captain said “I’ll require your computer logins, as well as access to your communications net.”

The woman stammered “I can’t do that… I-“ She was obviously expecting another slap from the Sergeant Major. Instead, however the captain turned to Nathan.

He turned to Nathan “Private Maskell, I think this woman needs to be taken in hand, would you be able to do that for us?”

Nathan looked up, shocked that he was being asked to do it. The Sergeant Major winked at him and indicated to a table.

Nathan drew himself up, determined to give a good impression of himself, moving quickly he grabbed the Major by her hair and marched her to the table bending her over. Stunned, she started to scream. Nathan slid his bayonet from its scabbard and placed the blade to her face “Be Quite.” She quietened down to a sob. God she was pathetic Nathan thought, the fact that she was responsible for the deaths of four of his fellow soldiers appalled him.

He remembered the other three female officers in the room, and then he moved the Major around the desk so she was facing them. This generated a nod of approval from the Sergeant Major. With his bayonet Nathan Sliced through the seat of her trousers and then up cutting easily through the thick material of her webbing belt.

Then he saw them, the Gray Cotton panties, that he had wanted to take from a woman for so many years. He tugged them roughly but saw that they probably wouldn’t be ripped off cleanly. So he sliced through them with his bayonet, she whined in terror as she felt the blade, as he held them in his hand he wanted to savour the moment but he knew he had a job to do, and that the Captain and Sergeant Major were watching.

He reached forward and shoved the panties into her mouth, she was still crying. He moved his bayonet between her legs letting the blade rub over her sex “Stop crying” He ordered “Or you’ll have something to cry about.
He was a little disappointed by her lack of resistance. He had watched videos of female POW’s from the last war being fucked, where they had struggled fought and cursed their attackers, and generally just behaved like soldiers. This woman while attractive was pitiful. He reached between her legs and pushed his fingers roughly into her sex, she was dry, but he was able to penetrate her. He almost forgot that he had an audience, there were a dozen officers and soldiers in the room, as well as the three other POW’s.

He had to spread her ass cheeks to reveal her little puckered entrance. He spat on his hand and rubbed it around her asshole, before pushing first one finger then two inside. She was a Major and still a high value POW so he didn’t want to tear her.

The night before he joined the army, one of his girlfriends hd finally given up her ass after much cajoling. It had taken nearly a whole night and hours of careful prodding and reassurance before he had finally gotten it inside her. He was not going to be as gentle with the major.

He pulled his erect cock out, and lined it up against her entrance. He pushed hard to try and make a single thrust but her asshole wouldn’t give way. He tried again this time applying constant pressure to slide it in. She was tight but not as tight as his girlfriend had been.

He began to thrust in hard long strokes, and she started to wail. Nathan reached forward, grabbed her hair and lifted her head so the other female POW’s could see her face. “Good Lad” the Sergeant Major said “That’s how it’s done.”

The approval of the Sergeant Major meant as much to Nathan as the pair of Panties the Major was now biting down on. He knew people were waiting on him, so he didn’t hold back, he let his orgasm roll over him and emptied himself deep inside her.

He pulled his cock out, and while he should have had her clean it, he just fastened his trousers.

The company executive officer, Lietuenant Moore spoke up, “One of the nice things about confederate women is that they keep their rectums and vaginas spotless” he carried on warming to his topic as Nathan did his trouses up “as there’s no men in their society they make up for by using large prosthetics on themselves and each other, they cry when taking a man for the first time but they’ve had larger objects in all their orifices” he looked down at her “traditionally we start by using them anally, but it’s only when you switch to their cunts, that you start getting at the real woman”

She lay sobbing on the desk. Nathan walked around and retrieved the Panties from her mouth.

The Sergeant Major walked over and rolled her onto her back, he pulled a bayonet and ripped open her shirt, she wore a grey sports bra underneath. Around her neck was a pair of Silver ID discs, he ripped the smaller one from the chain and handed it to him “So you can prove you were the first one to open her up” he said with a smile.

“Thank you, Sergeant Major,” Nathan said gratefully.

“They’ve surrendered” a voice said “Words just come in, the main Garrison just put up a white flag without even firing a shot.”

The captain laughed, “well that’s that, no need for the codes after all. How many prisoners have we got?”

“Four Officers, one hundred twenty-four other ranks”

The captain looked at the other POW’s in disgust “they’re not officers.” He turned to the Sergeant Major, take twenty decent looking ones and sent them to Battalion Headquarters with my compliments. For the rest have the medics dose them with birth control, then make sure all the men get at least twenty minutes with one before we have to move off. Also make clear to all officers and NCO’s that I don’t want them picking the best ones for themselves, reverse rank order, the guys get to go first.”

“Yes Sir” the Sergeant Major replied, he gestured to the POW “and these?”

The captain looked at the sobbing Major and the other three officers, “They’re supposed to be leaders, I’m sure they’d want to be shoulder to shoulder with the women under their command.”
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Private Nathalie Smith stood on the drill square alongside the seventy-eight other women in her company, waiting for her turn to be raped.

They had started with the Officers, when they found Captain Harris hiding in her room, they dragged her out, onto the parade square, where they placed a table, they arranged the POW’s in a semi-circle making sure they could all see, and then a young soldier stepped forward and proceed to roughly sodomise the captain while she cried and begged.

They then moved onto the other officers, most of whom behaved in a similar fashion, crying, begging and in the case of the Comms officers pissing themselves as they were dragged to the table. Only Lieutenant Cole maintained a semblance of dignity, fighting and kicking as she was bent over, to the extend that another soldier had to step forward to hold her down, so her rapist could tear open her trousers. Rather than scream when the soldier forced his cock into her rectum she spat the panties that had been pushed into her mouth out, and gave a shout of rage.

Nathalie noticed some of the men nodding their head in approval, and when her rapist had finished in her ass, a sergeant stepped forward announcing his intention to 'rape her cunt' telling his comrades he’d prefer her to a ‘fresh one’. He flipped her over onto her back and tore open her uniform shirt, then after struggling with her sports bra simply cut it open with a bayonet. He laughed and gestured to his friends as her large breasts were freed from the compression of the bra.

Nathalie had never seen a man up close before. The final purge of all men from the confederation had happened nearly twenty years before she was born. Her mother was impregnated at a government facility, and never spoke to Nathalie about her grandfather.

She had been taught that men were ignorant brutes, that despised women, and who would rape and murder at random. In the confederation school system, Lesbianism was promoted and then required of students, and they were constantly refining their methods for encouraging young women to view the idea of sex with a man as disgusting. Yet Nathalie like all her friends had always been fascinated by the very idea of encountering a man. At school they had watched illegal videos of men, they would gather around a screen and watch images of men demonstrating their misogyny, telling each other how horrible it was while they watched enthralled.

The Sergeant who was raping Lieutenant Cole wasn’t as rough as the soldier who’d sodomised her, he stood between her legs, and took his time working his cock into her, and when he raped her he did it in slow even strokes, while looking her in the eye and talking to her in a soft voice, which Nathalie couldn’t make out. He also seemed more experienced at handling women, not requiring any help to hold her down, he pinned her easily to the table, despite her struggles.

When he finished he pulled out of her and instead of grabbing her by the hair and throwing her to one side as the other Officers had been after their rapes, he let her climb off the table and gather herself, she closed her jacket over her breasts as best she could, and then pulled up her ripped trousers, which she now had to hold up with one hand, which Nathalie suspected was the point. They let her limp over to the other Officers under her own power, while the next Officer was brought forward sobbing and crying.

“Just stay calm” Chloe said in a whisper “Try not to cry or beg, it frustrates them, and they’ll go harder on you, try and relax let it happen and they’ll be done in a few minutes.”

With the Officers all having been raped, they started on the enlisted picking them seemingly at random. Her friend Olivia was first, a small red haired nineteen-year-old, as she was bent over the table her feet didn’t reach the ground dangling a few inches over. Nathalie wanted to look away but a guard menacingly told her to face her front, in a low growl.

Olivia at first was dignified and calm, even as her trousers was ripped open young republican soldier who looked nervous and unsure, however as the soldier struggled to push his cock into her ass, Olivia started to sob. A Sergeant came over and stood next to the soldier, “Take your time son” he said in a calm voice.

It seemed surreal to Nathalie that this mans compassion was for the rapist not the victim, he gave tips and gentle words of encouragement and eventually Olivia’s wails increased as he finally got inside her.

“Who here has been opened up in the past?” A Republic Officer asked.

Nathalie turned away from watching the rape of her friend to look at the Officer in puzzlement. Then she saw Chloe raise her hand.

“Where?” The officer asked.

“Lisbon Sir” Chloe replied.

“Well, they must not have done a good enough job, if you’re back here” he said in a dangerous tone “maybe this unit can do a better job of taking you in hand?”

“I wanted to keep the pension Sir” she replied.

He laughed loudly as did other nearby republican soldiers “Don’t we all!”

“I had a friend who was at Lisbon, there was a dentist school there yeah?”

He laughed “He used to joke about teaching them oral.”

When Chloe didn’t respond he shrugged “Well he thought it was funny” he looked at her again “There was a decent fight in Lisbon you held out for a couple of days, what the hell happened here?”

Chloe didn’t reply, he looked over and saw the line of raped Officers trying to compose themselves, and his eyes narrowed. He gestured to Nathalie, “This your Girl” he asked Chloe.

“She’s- she’s just a kid… She’s my friend” Chloe replied.

He nodded, his tone changing again “Not really fair for one of my guys, is it?, thinking he’s going to open up a fresh young Confederation soldier, only to get you, someone that was fucked years ago and didn’t seem to learn her lesson from it?”

Nathalie realised the danger and saw Chloe did as well. Chloe still said nothing.

“We try to take you cunts, and make women out of you, instead of the mockery of soldiers you are. There’s a soldier that fought as Lisbon that has a pair of your panties, and assumes he taught you a lesson, but obviously he didn’t”.

“She just didn’t have the right men taking in her hand!” a voice interjected, another officer had approached, in a loud voice he shouted, “This is the 42nd Mechanised Infantry and we do things properly!”

There was a cheer from the surrounding republican troops and some of them even waved the Panties of the women they’d already raped.

The first officer looked annoyed, but then a smile appeared “OK so someone! Show me how it’s done” He looked at the table, Olivia’s rape was over and Nathalie saw she was sitting head down with the officers, now it the unit medic whose name Nathalie couldn’t remember on the table, quiet and expressionless as a large soldier pushed his cock into her ass.

A group of young soldiers gathered around Chloe, excited to be able to show their officers their proficiency. In the end a muscular Corporal with an intense expression stepped forward, the Officer nodded and he grabbed Chloe and dragged her to the table just as the Medic was climbing off and pulling up her trousers.

The Officer turned to Nathalie, “Let’s get you a closer look.” He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her directly to the table. They were taught in school that it was a myth that men were stronger than women but she now knew it wasn’t true, the sheer brute force that emanated from them was shocking to her.

While Nathalie watched the Corporal tore open Chloe’s trousers with his bayonet, when he ripped her panties off, he didn’t gag her though he just threw them on the table, Chloe saw him spit on his fingers and push two fingers into roughly into her ass, he flipped her over, and cut through her shirt making another slash to open her bra.

“Why do they wear those things?” A voice asked “I’d never let my woman wear something like that.”

“If women try to do male stuff, then they need a bra like that to keep their tits from flopping around”

A crowd of soldiers had gathered around, some of them looked to Nathalie to be her age.

“I like her cunt” one soldier said casually, as Chloe’s sex was exposed to all of them. Chloe had a narrow slit with her labia tucked away, “Do they all shave their pubes?”

“They’re all dykes but only the butch hard-core ones don’t shave.”

The soldier pushed two fingers into Chloe’s Vagina with one hand while reaching around to finger her asshole with his other hand. He pushed her legs apart and over her shoulders..

“Is it easier like that” A soldier asked. Nathalie realised he was the one who’d raped Olivia, “I found it hard to get my dick into my ones ass?”. He said it in such a casual way.

“It’s about getting it at the right angle, it’s harder to see but it goes in easier I think, but you have to be careful not tear her asshole” He looked down at Chloe and in a completely different tone said “Look at me, slut, you maintain eye contact with me, or it’ll be my fist going up your ass next”

Chloe nodded she understood, her hands gripped the table. She gasped again as he pushed his fingers into her Vagina at the same time he pushed his cock into her ass. His fingers went deep into her Vagina again, working back and forwards, he leaned forward then with both hands grabbed her exposed breasts and squeezed hard causing her to cry out.

“OKAY Bitch” he said loudly, Nathalie knew it was for his comrades benefit as well “here’s what you can do to make me finish quicker, nice and loud tell us that your Cunt is now the property of the 42nd Mechanised Infantry.”

Chloe only hesitated for a moment “My Cunt is now the property of the 42nd Mechanised Infantry” she gasped. A cheer went out from the troops standing around.

With that he sighed and emptied himself inside her, he pulled his cock of her ass triumphant. Surprisingly though he was careful to let her legs down gently. He took her panties off the table and said loudly “You need to tell me the name of the guy who opened you up the first time, I’ll track him down when I get home, he does not deserve to be walking around with a pair of your panties”

Chloe, climbed off the table stiffly, pulled up her trousers, and gave Nathalie a slight nod “You’ll be okay” She said and she limped off to join the other raped soldiers. The main group of soldiers drifted off uninterested in watching Nathalie’s coming rape.

Nathalie stood waiting to feel her head yanked, instead there was a hand on her shoulder. She looked around to see a soldier, young, he seemed small to her, but he led her to the table and picked her up sitting her down on it.

“What’s your name” he asked

“Nathalie”

“Ok Nathalie, this doesn’t have to hurt, just lay back.”

She lay back on the table, and realised he was going to rape her on her back like the previous soldier had raped Chloe. She grimaced as his bayonet came out.

“It’s tradition” he said almost apologetically “It’s just for the first time.”

She heard shouts of “this cunt is the property of the 42nd Mechanised infantry” she looked around and saw the soldiers were forcing the women who had already been raped to shout it out, including Captain Harris.

Her rapist laughed “It’s just a bit of fun” with the bayonet he ripped through her trousers and pulled her panties off. “Unbutton your shirt Natalie, so I don’t have to cut it open.”

She obeyed quickly, when her sports bra was revealed, without being told she undid the clasp and zipper at the front, revealing her 32B breasts.

He laughed “I didn’t know they did that , it’s very clever”

“They’re designed so we can open them up to clean ourselves without taking them off” she said. She didn’t know why she was trying to make conversation with the man who was about to anally rape her, but something in her head told her it would be a good idea.

“That’s interesting” he said “but still you’re not to wear thing from now on, we’ll find you a bra that’s more appropriate for a woman.” He Groped her breasts “You do have nice tits though.”

“Get on with it Lewis!” a voice shouted “there’s sixty other confeds to get through, and the CO says to we have to do them one at a time.”

“The CO said to open them up properly” he retorted “This is a big moment in their lives we should at least make the effort.”

He was gentle with her to a point, he ripped her panties off and put them in her mouth. Then he tried to push his fingers into her Vagina, she gasped.

“Don’t try to keep me out” he said sternly, relax yourself. He pushed hard and worked them inside her, “You’re dry as sandpaper” he said, “you need to work on that, not every man will tolerate a dry cunt.”

He spat directly onto her Vagina, and worked it, then moved his hand underneath, and as she was dreading started to finger her asshole.

“You’re lucky I’m loosening you up first” he said “You’re the woman, you should be ready to be fucked, in all your holes.”

Nathalie had experienced anal sex, in that past, with girlfriends and during the Hazing that was part of basic training for InSec trainees. She tried to relax herself and felt a little bit of relief as something relatively thin was pushed into her ass.

He pulled the panties from her mouth, “Good Girl” he said “you do want to be a good girl don’t you.”

“Yes I want to be a good girl.”

He leaned forward and mashed her breasts with his hands, while he thrust into her. After less than a minute he gasped, and he was finished.

“You did really well, good girl.”

“Thank you” was all she could think to say.

With that he turned and walked away, Nathalie climbed off the table, to be replaced by a short stocky Signals Corporal, who had always valued her reputation as toughest soldier in the company but was now crying like a little girl.

She walked over to where the other raped soldiers were and sat down beside Chloe. The pain in her recturm, being overcome by relief at having survived the night so far.

“The first time is the worst right?” she asked



End of chapter 1
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If anyone would like to hightly grammar or spelling issues that would be appreciated. One thing I struggle with in stories is dealing with large numbers of characters, also I have a habit of being overdetailed in descriptions.

In future chapters I'm going to stick with mostly with the male pov.

[Shocker]

I did love this. What a brilliant introduction of your skills to the academy.

Your story hits so many of my kinks it’s hard to know where to begin.

“Private Nathalie Smith stood on the drill square alongside the seventy-eight other women in her company, waiting for her turn to be raped”

If you were looking for what to put in as a teaser for this story, this would work perfectly.

I absolutely love, how you describe the ravages of war. Breaking women in authority is always fun, and yes panties make great sound mufflers.

Looking forward to future stories.

[HistBuff]

As far as anti-woke literature goes, this is golden!

@Shocker has covered the main points nicely.

“The first time is the worst right?” she asked.

This is one great way to conclude a chapter. It was interesting to see how the Corporal gives instructions to the innocent recruit on how to endure rape and tips for making men go easier on her. Men aren't really to blame here. These girls have been brainwashed into thinking men are monsters so it is up to the male soldiers to properly re-educate them. Starting with the officers.

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I did love this. What a brilliant introduction of your skills to the academy.

“Private Nathalie Smith stood on the drill square alongside the seventy-eight other women in her company, waiting for her turn to be raped”

If you were looking for what to put in as a teaser for this story, this would work perfectly.

That's an excellent idea and I've edited the teaser to do just that.

[Grimnir]

Clearly this doesn´t bode well for Private Nathalie and her fellow prisoners. The rest of us however will be well entertained. I will keep an eye open for the next part

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I've been struggling with part II for the last few weeks. I've finally got something that progresses the story. If organised mass rape is of interest to you, this might be worth a read.
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Chapter 2 - Prisoners of War

In the hours after the attack the full extent of the Republican victory finally started to become apparent even to lowly infantry privates like Nathan. The sight of thousands of dejected female Prisoners of war being marched into holding pens made that apparent.
The town of Martha Springs supposedly had a population of 40,000 women but once they had started to take control of government computer networks and infrastructure the true figure of over 74,221 was found. The town had become a logistics center and staging post for Canberran Confederation attempts to expand into the disputed territories.

To do that they had moved in additional workers not just for the transportation infrastructure but for food production and manufacturing. They had also brought in additional troops. Nathan realized that the attack this morning could have gone seriously wrong, if the confederates had put up any sort of serious fight.

Orders went out over the net the radio net not to enter the town to avoiding panicking the civilian women. Instead, the regiment skirted the town occupying the surrendered confederate positions ringing it. Taking control of the minefields, artillery and weaponry, none of which had been destroyed before the surrender.

The capture of the Garrison Headquarters had simplified things. Nathan was astounded that not only had the confederates not wiped their mainframe, but the the headquarters staff officers had been quickly persuaded to allow Republican troops complete access to their mainframe, which was promptly isolated to prevent confederate forces outside the town from locking it down.
They knew exactly where every ExSec and InSec female was in the town, as well as every piece of weaponry down to so much as a sharp stick. The scale of the victory was staggering.

A sobbing confederate Colonel, naked from the waist down, and with angry red marks across her bare ass cheeks, had been allowed a comm link to order the surrender of any InSec troops that were acting as a police force in the town as well as any ExSec personal who’d been in town during the battle. They had all without question, marched out to the designated mustering points. It was interesting to Nathan that discipline system within the Confederate military didn’t allow for the questioning of orders no matter how extreme those orders were. Those women would rather surrender themselves to what they assumed were a band of violent rapists than disobey an order.

There were over 3127 External Security and Internal Security troops in the town. The additional forces had been brought in quietly in the preceding months. Nathan was concerned that for all the incompetence of the confederations all female military when it came to actual combat, they displayed an ability to perform a significant miliary and civil buildup without being noticed by the Republics intelligence and reconnaissance services.

Nathan knew that the total strength of the 42nd Mechanized’s battle group was 576 men, and now that the orders had gone out to hold the town, this was no longer simply a punitive raid, it was going to be an occupation. Which made the handling of over 77,000 women both military and civilians a major problem.

It wasn’t just a case of Republican troops raping the prisoners for their own sexual gratification. They simply didn’t have the troops to both secure the town, and defend it from external attacks and internal resistance, they needed to take control every woman civilian or POW and they had minimum manpower to do it.

Nathan had officially been moved out of his platoon and assigned to the newly created regimental level prisoner handling detachment. Under the command of Lieutenant Moore who had observed Nathan raping the captured Major in the command bunker. Nathan knew the Lieutenant had gotten the job because of his interest in the culture and history of the Canberra Confederation, Nathan wondered if he would take the job as a demotion going from the Executive Officer of a line company to commander of a 22 strong prisoner detachment, but if he was he didn’t show.

Once announced, he had taken Nathan to one side and with an intense expression “Nathan we need to take these women in hand, we don’t have the men to fuck around guarding them, this isn’t just about men using them for sexual relief, we need to control this town and that means controlling them.”

Nathan nodded, it went without saying that the first step to controlling female prisoners of war was making sure that each was ‘opened up’ properly. For women that had never encountered a man before, they needed that tough initial experience for them to understand the way of things. After that so long as they could be trusted to behave, they could be treated in the more compassionate that women deserved.

But Lieutenant Moore and his deputy Seargeant Malcolm Hughes had different ideas. When they explained the new plan to Nathan, his initial reaction had been one of shock He had voiced his reservations, not just practical but moral. It went against everything he had been taught about how to treat women. When he voiced these, both men had listened.

In the Republican military subordinates were listened too and feedback was encouraged. They explained their reasoning to Nathan answered his questions, knowing that once the discussion was finished Nathan would carry out his mission with complete commitment.

Nathan had left his meeting with Lieutenant Moore as Corporal. Moore had smiled as he handed the rank slide to Nathan “The CO would have given it to you himself, but things they way they are he wanted me to do it, he wants you to hit the ground running Nathan.”

Promoted to full corporal 2 years before he could have even hoped to receive it in peace time. In a day full of firsts, it was alongside the confederate majors Panties, in his pocket one of the more tangible.

He took out the pair of panties and looked at them, rubbing the grey cotton fabric between his fingers. The Lieutenant had given him his orders, but it was up to him how he was going to carry those orders out. A plan began to formulate in his head.

He walked to the prisoner drop off point where the Major he had sodomized early along with her officers and soldiers had been removed to.

It had formally been their company rear echelon, so it had a small workshop, medical aide station, and kitchen. They were too close together Nathan thought, no republican military unit would have laid them out like that but for his purposes they were perfect.
A series of table had been set up up to one side where a sole republican soldier was sodomizing a small blonde haired confederate. He was finishing up as Nathan approached. He hurriedly did up his trousers, , and left her bent over the table. Picking up her panties and jamming them into a pouch in his vest. Nathan saw with envy he already had multiple pairs in it. As the soldier hurried off to get back to his duties. Nathan walked over to the single guard. An older private that Nathan vaguely knew as a reservist that had been called up for the expedition. “It’s Paxton isn’t it “ Nathan asked.

Nathan worried for a moment if he was going to have a problem with taking orders from a newly promoted corporal and he was relieved when he responded with a smile “Yes Corporal it’s Ken Paxton”.

“Any problems” Nathan asked.

“No” he said with a shrug “they’re all behaving themselves “some of them act up but they’ve learned the guys pick anyone that looks like they have an attitude to open up first”. He gestured to groups of women that had formed in a small semi-circle. “Less than 40 of them have actually been opened up properly, obviously the guys are spoiled for choice, but when they get a few minutes, they come in grab one and do her quickly.”

“Are they’re doing it properly? I’ve just been briefed up that just because there’s more women than expected it’s no excuse to rush it, we’re responsible for these women now and we need to make sure they’re taken in hand in the correct way”

“Paxton” nodded “most have, obviously after a guy has done 4 or 5 there’s only so much attention, he can give them”

‘4 or 5’ Nathan thought, he still only had a single pair of panties as a trophy.

Nathan explained the new directive and to his surprise Paxton nodded. “It makes sense” he said “I work as a porter at a Women’s college back home” he laughed “I don’t know what’s worse managing the students away from home for the first time, or the female staff and faculty, both constantly acting up and both needing constant discipline”

Nathan was impressed, 92% of the population of the republic were female the proportion increasing every year. Which left many institutions dominated by females with a few lone men among them to instill discipline. Female colleges were the worst, and the male porters whose job it was to guide the women were a special breed. Nathan felt better that he was around.

“So, if we’re going to start separating them, I’ve already got a few ideas, have you got a startler?” he asked Nathan.

Nathan shook his head; he saw the small grey tube on Paxtons belt. “I’ve never used one and I’m not qualified on the system” he said.
Nathan’s father had always strongly disapproved of the use of startlers, ‘if you don’t have the strength to put a bratty woman over your knee, without using one, then give her to someone that can do it’ was what he had often repeated.

“I don’t like them myself, but from experience if a woman is acting up in a group, then you need to nip it in the bud quickly”

While Nathan was blurry on the science behind them, he knew that startlers sent out a low energy electromagnetic beam temporarily blocking the neurotransmitters responsible for muscle movement. They had been use for nearly a century but their use on women had been banned in the republic until they had been developed further. With revised technology that allowed the target to slowly lose control, so she wouldn’t collapse and injure herself. The startler tuned itself to each individual target only applying enough energy to bring her down and render her compliant.

“I’m a qualified instructor” Paxton said helpfully, “I can get you certified in half an hour.”

Nathan, nodded. He looked around they were the only men there. “The officers from earlier, have they been opened up “Nathan asked.
“Other than the Major, no they haven’t, although she’s as pliant as a sheet, if we’re going to start separating them out we should start there.”

That had been Nathan’s plan, but he nodded showing he was open to taking Paxton’s advice.

He found them huddled together in a group, he realised they had separated themselves from their enlisted subordinates, the Major looked up anxiously recognising him.

“I hope you’ve been behaving yourself” Nathan said gruffly. She was sitting on the ground with the other officer holding her trousers with one hand where Nathan had cut it open.

She looked away “Yes, I have” she said simply.

Nathan saw the auburn-haired officer he had noticed in the HQ, the one that had managed to at least keep a semblance of control of her emotions.

“You stand up” he ordered.

She climbed to her feet, “over there he ordered, gesturing to an open space in view of the various group so prisoners. “what’s your name” he demanded gruffly.

“Captain Stephanie Steyer Corporal” she said calmly. He saw her glance at the table where she had been watching the enlisted women being sodomised for what must have been the previous two hours.

He was gratified that she had identified his new rank, which took a little of the heat out of what was going to happen next.

“OK Stephie” he refused to use her rank or even full name “Strip.”

For a moment she hesitated, he looked to the major and said menacingly, “is she going to disobey”.

“No” the major replied broken “Captain do what he wants."

With an expressionless face she began to strip. Nathan expected her to drag it out, but she worked methodically. Removing her Jacket and shirt, then pulling her T-Shirt over her head. Revealing the same grey bra that he had seen being ripped off other confed soldiers. She unfastened it at the front, which was something new to Nathan and took it off revealing small pert breasts.

Small breasts were a rarity in the Republic. The fashion among Republican women was to have as large breasts as their male guardians would allow. He even now remembered the foot stamping and loud houls of his sisters when her father repeatedly refused to allow breast enlargement treatment. They’re what nature gave you, he would proclaim and you should be pleased.

They suited Stephie’s, petite slender body, her muscle tone was much developed than was the fashion among republic women, but he found it attractive. She laid the bra in the small, neat pile of clothes, then took off her combat boots and pushed her trousers down. She pulled her socks off and then finally slid her panties off, which she kept in her hand as she stood up. Standing there with her dignity intact. She was beautiful Nathan thought. Her body had well cared for; there were marks around her waist from where her trousers had left impressions on her skin.

Her pubic area was carefully waxed, which was a pity. If Stephie was one of Nathan’s women, he would allow her a small neatly trimmed patch.

“Put your back to me” Nathan ordered, “bend over spread your buttocks.”

She obeyed promptly, and Nathan noticed that as she did, she kept her head up. Facing the enlisted women soldiers, only some of whom were observing the scene, the rest keeping their heads down. As Nathan glanced at them more of them looked down in case they met his gaze.

“Spread them wider” he ordered. Although in truth she had already spread them widely enough to present both her asshole and cunt to Nathan.

Nathan admired her cunt, it had a slightly exposed labia which he liked, and which again wasn’t the fashion among Republican women who longed for smaller vulvas.

He stepped forward and ran his hands over her smooth backside and then between her legs. He moved a finger over her tiny asshole and he felt her tense. As his hand moved over her cunt, he flet the beginnings of lubrication, her body expecting to soon be penetrated. He was tempted to push his fingers inside, but they were dirty and that would have been bad form.

“Stand-up” he ordered.

She straightened herself turning to face him with the same proud calm expression. She wasn’t challenging him though. She’d been given her orders, and she would obey he realised.

“Okay Stephie” he said, let’s begin.





End of chapter II
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So feedback is welcome, please don't be shy with pointing out typos and grammatical errors. .

[Shocker]

For a moment I had feared that this story had slipped past me, but then saw that you posted the new chapter today.

I did really liked what I was reading, but let me ask you one thing, did you struggle a bit with building on top of your first chapter? It’s still very good and you built a lot of intrigue on what is going to happen to the POW, but I imagine starting all ready in an organized mass sodomization makes it difficult to increase the stakes.

It’s a problem a lot of established authors struggle with when it comes to writing a second story in a series. First part is no pressure, nobody waits for it and the author gets to hand in something polished. Being successful and needing to build on that, leads to stress and often a weaker book. Case in point Harry Potter and the chamber of secrets is surrounded by two far superior stories.

If you have an idea for a story, there is no shame in starting a new story to just make use of that idea. Writing multi installment stories, can be very stressful. The words “the end” are incredibly satisfying and liberating to write.

Having said that, I’m looking forward to chapter 3.

[HistBuff]

Yes, after one really good chapter that builds to a climactic gang-rape scene, it's difficult to re-build the tension. This is partly due to the modern way of seeing a story; today's readers are used to novels that develop characters and build up to one big climactic event at the end, and straying away from these expectations may put off some readers.

@JustJess was really good, actually the best on Ravishu when it came to writing a slow burner that built up to a climax.

This problem of an early climax can be mitigated by introducing new characters, but then this creates the risk of diluting the story and it becomes a balancing act where the writer needs to come back to the main character(s) to avoid the story becoming a mess. You can also further develop your main characters by having flash-backs, etc., a character that changes during the ordeal or something new revealed about her or the rapist(s)...

Personally, I don't mind an early climax followed by another build-up or a long ordeal, as long as each chapter brings something new. And there's also the art of knowing when a story is ripe for a good strong finish!

[drop_short]

For a moment I had feared that this story had slipped past me, but then saw that you posted the new chapter today.

I did really liked what I was reading, but let me ask you one thing, did you struggle a bit with building on top of your first chapter? It’s still very good and you built a lot of intrigue on what is going to happen to the POW, but I imagine starting all ready in an organized mass sodomization makes it difficult to increase the stakes.

Yes I did, I wrote and rewrote it several times. Some of the attempts were unreadable I'm afraid because I was trying to shove too much exposition into them.

I've settled on Nathan as a main POV character because the world is simpler in his shoes. He's young he's angry, but at the same time he's not a sadist, in some ways he actually believes he's helping the women.

In this setting the men are using rape as a tool, in their society killing or seriously injuring a woman is taboo. So obviously being engaged in a war with society that consists entirely of women is something of a problem.

Yes, after one really good chapter that builds to a climactic gang-rape scene, it's difficult to re-build the tension. This is partly due to the modern way of seeing a story; today's readers are used to novels that develop characters and build up to one big climactic event at the end, and straying away from these expectations may put off some readers.

If I had the writing skills I'd really want the tension to come between the female military POWs and the female civillians in the town. I want to develop a situation where the soldiers that are being raped feel a sense of grievance towards the civillian population and in particular the civillian leadership, who they blame for them having lost the battle.

I also want to develop the massive gender imbalance. There are simply so many female captives that after their initial rape, many don't hold the attention of the republican soldiers. Also I wanted to develop the idea that most of these women had never encountered a man before.

I fear I'm at the limits of my writing ability though, and I'm going to do my best to keep it simple.

[Shocker]

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I fear I'm at the limits of my writing ability though, and I'm going to do my best to keep it simple.

Just my 2 cents on that notion, I don’t think that you are at limit of your writing abilities. You might have reached a limit of your comfort zone, but what you have shown so far clearly indicates to me that you have a lot of talent for this.

Getting exposition into a story is always difficult, and excellent well paid authors still deliver an awful mess sometimes. Don’t try to force yourself, sometimes it’s easier to write shorter segments/stories instead of starting with a multi part story. The only reason my first story is a three parts is because I wrote it over the span of three nights and had to stop writing at a point. But it was a single concept that wanted out of my brain and onto paper.

I can clearly see that you have a vision for the overall story. But have you considered for a moment what the relative high points are going to be on which each segment works towards? I have the feeling that opening the first officer was the dominant picture in your mind when you wrote chapter one. So if you have now that roadmap of highlights, “all” you need to think of is what needs to happen to get your story from A to B.
In your chapter two thats
- a problem with too many POW
-> this leads to Nathan gets a promotion
-> Nathan needs to deal with his new responsibilities
-> introducing the stroker
-> former Lt gets one shove up hers.

You have already done all of those things. A long story will always be a bit complicated, having a scene you work towards in a chapter makes writing much easier.