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Private Frederico Martini turned quickly at the movement in the bland plywood construction. He immediately identified the armless, naked redhead stumbling out of one of the doors before him, with a black rifle hanging uselessly by a sling from around her neck.
Tat-tat. Tat-tat, tat-tat-tat.
His M7 rifle punched a series of holes in her: splintering her wooden replica weapon, then shattering each knee. Felicia screamed as she collapsed. Other guns crackled occasionally from elsewhere as the young soldier quickly but carefully approached the sobbing teenager, but the private blocked out the sounds unrelated to the situation in front of him.
When he reached her, he knelt, deliberately putting some of his weight on her wounded legs, causing her to briefly cry out again. Gripping her hair in his left hand, he turned her head to face him as he drew his combat knife with his right.
“Freddie, I love–” she started to say, but her final words were cut off when the knife passed through her throat.
Private Martini watched in grim silence as his girlfriend’s blood pooled around them, and her dying body twitched for much longer than he had expected. Once she was finally motionless, he looked up, towards the walkways suspended above the training grounds.
“Well done, recruits Landsend, Martini, Walsh!” barked the sergeant looking down at the roofless mock houses. “Recruit Byron, you didn’t cut deep enough! That slut of yours is going to take all day to bleed out at this rate!” The gruff man waved them back towards the starting area. “Gather your kills and bring them to your fire for field dressing and your graduation feast. Congratulations, you are all officially full fledged fucking soldiers in the finest army in the world. Now, move, you sons of bitches!”
“Thanks, Felicia,” whispered Private Martini, as he tiredly bent down to sling the dead girl over his shoulder. “Couldn’t have done it without you, babe.”
“I’m home!”
Freddie was just starting to close the front door, when he heard the thumping of feet approaching, then a dark haired blur slammed into him, right as he turned to look at the sound.
“Freddie!” the blur had shouted just before impact.
He felt arms and legs wrapping fiercely around him, and just barely had time to identify the face of his sister before her tongue was in his startled, open mouth.
“Monica,” Freddie panted, once his mouth was unoccupied, “uh, hi. That’s quite the greeting.”
“Welcome home, big brother!” his sister cried, grinning like a maniac and not letting him go.
He carefully pried loose her arms and legs, so he could remove his backpack. Now that she wasn’t pressed directly against him, he noticed that she was entirely naked. He reflexively looked her body up and down, appraising the fifteen year old on full display. She seemed to have filled out a bit, even in the two months he had been away. Despite her youth, she was looking more and more like a grown woman, with plenty of her new growth rounding out her chest and curvy ass. He thought she might have reached a D cup already.
“What’s this about?” he waved at her body. “Did you just get back from the pool or something?”
“No,” she grinned. “I stripped so I could give you a big army graduation present: I’m joining the army, too! You get to take me with you when you get deployed, big brother!”
“Wait, you volunteered? Moni, do you know what that means? Do you even know what you’re volunteering for?”
The naked girl rolled her eyes and gave him the you-must-be-stupid look that all teen girls seem to have mastered.
“Oh, gees, Freddie, I don’t have any idea. The ‘field ration volunteer form’ was just so vague, with all the stuff about ‘meat shields’ and ‘top quality food for our brave troops’. What ever would a girl like me be doing in a war zone with a bunch of soldiers? Will I be knitting your socks? Making oil paintings of the landscape? Oh, maybe I’ll be stewing wild rabbits and peeling the potatoes? Hmm?”
“Okay, okay,” he waved for her to stop. “Thanks, sis, really. I’m glad I’m going to have you with me out there. This means a lot to me.” He kissed her lightly, then he smirked at the younger girl. “Hey, you know what they say about field rations, don’t you?”
“Oh, no, no, no,” protested Monica, holding up her hand. “Don’t you start that too. I will happily follow you into hell; I’ll cheerfully obey every command you give; heck, I’ll even sing a merry little song while you grind me up alive, but please don’t make me endure that dumb joke again. Between Papa and Gramps, I must’ve heard that line fifty times in the weeks since I announced that I was joining up. If I have to hear it one more time, I’ll–”
“Frederico!” their mother joyfully interrupted, just coming around the corner of the hallway. “Oh, my precious boy, look at you! A proper soldier, just like your grandpa.”
“Hey, Mama,” Freddie said warmly.
The portly woman hugged the muscular eighteen year old, pulling his head down to nestle against the wide expanse of matronly breast above the hem of her dress. He had to stoop to get his head next to her cushiony H cups, but the soothing feeling of their soft warmth more than made up for the awkward stance.
Still holding him in a motherly embrace, she said, “Frederico, baby, you’re so thin! Didn’t they feed you in the army? Never mind, we’ll make up a proper meal to welcome you home.”
“Actually, Mama, I ate quite a bit of Felicia in the last few days,” Freddie said. “I’m really not all that hungry.”
“Nonsense,” scoffed the woman. “I’ll make a batch of amatriciana, your aunts will fix up some saltimbocca, and you will eat all of it! But, first, I must go and tell your papa and grandpa you are here. Maybe I can talk them into letting us carve up one of your little cousins for the occasion.”
Freddie sighed, watching her walk off, knowing there was no point arguing with his mother when she wanted to feed someone she considered ‘too thin.’
“So, it’s true, huh?” asked Monica, quietly. “You really did have to snuff your girlfriend at boot camp?”
“Yeah, it’s the final test,” Freddie said, with a shrug. “I guess they wanted to make sure everyone has experience killing someone before going into combat, even if it’s just a girl.”
Monica nodded thoughtfully, and wrapped him in a side hug as they went deeper into the house to greet the rest of the family.
Dinner was just as boisterous as always in the Martini family. With his parents, his sisters, his grandpa, and the three aunts and their daughters who lived with them, all seated at the long table and all talking at once, it was amazing that they managed to eat the steady heaps of food Mrs Martini kept piling on their plates. Six year old cousin Mila had been butchered up to be the main ingredient in the feast, which added to the sense that Freddie’s return was truly a special occasion. Despite the risk of stains, the girls had all dressed up in their Sunday dresses, although both toddlers had clear ponchos over their clothes, as their mothers had insisted. The only exception to all of this was Monica, who stayed naked, under the table, giving her brother a slow blow job while he ate. After their mother finally accepted Freddie’s plea that he couldn’t eat another bite, she made sure her oldest daughter came up for air and stuffed herself with as much of the leftovers as possible, while the other girls started on the washing up.
After the meal, Freddie was dragged into the study with his father and grandpa for some ‘manly talk’. This turned out to mostly be more congratulations about how proud they were of him, and listening to Gramps tell old war stories, for what felt like hours at a time.
“Thanks for telling me about all that,” interjected Freddie, standing up when he sensed a break in the rambling story. “Look, I’m still worn out from training night and day for weeks on end, with very little rest. You know how that is, Gramps. If you don’t mind, I’ll hit the hay early tonight.”
“Hmm? Oh, yes, yes,” the old man agreed. “Did I ever tell you, I often had to go without sleep when I was stationed in Brazil.”
“Yes, good night, Gramps. Good night, Dad,” said Freddie, making his retreat before he got bogged down in another campaign.
When he exited the study, he was surprised that Monica wasn’t waiting for him right outside the door. The way she had refused to be farther than arms reach from him all afternoon, he half expected to be tackled again as soon as he left the female-exclusion-zone.
Thinking about climbing into bed was a relief to the weary soldier, but it also brought a brief pang of loneliness, as he remembered that his girlfriend wasn’t around any more to keep him company at night. He passed a few of his younger sisters and cousins along the way to his room, and they halted playing their game to greet him.
“Good night, little bites,” Freddie called to them, affectionately.
“Good night, Freddie,” they responded, with a giggle, glancing at each other.
“I hope you enjoy sleeping in your bed tonight, big brother,” snickered Alba, the oldest of the group, at eleven.
Still puzzling over the odd way the girls had been acting, Freddie entered his room. As soon as he flicked on the light, he saw what the girls had been laughing about. Monica was in his bed, moaning softly.
“Hey, big soldier boy,” she purred, “I’m all warmed up for you.”
“Pff. You mean, you have the bed all warmed up for me,” smiled Freddie, as he took off his shirt.
“Mmmm, yeah, that too. But I was talking about my pussy. See? I’m all hot and I’m all yours.”
She threw aside the covers to show that she was playing with her clit, with her legs flung open, invitingly.
Freddie stared at her tiredly for a moment. “Moni, I really am exhausted. You have no idea how hard boot camp was.”
She pouted and spread her moist pussy lips with her fingers. “As hard as your dick is about to be, with your sexy little sister wrapped around it?”
Freddie sighed. “Fine, once. And then we’re going right to sleep, and staying asleep at least until sunup, you horny meatslut.”
“Yay!”
He protested when she woke him up by slurping on his dick twice more that night, but that didn’t stop him from roughly fucking her til she screamed his name each time, before they fell back to sleep.
When the morning actually did arrive, Freddie just lay back and let Monica work on his morning wood until he came directly in her throat. Afterward, he just luxuriated in the freedom to not get up and run for several miles with a drill sergeant yelling at him to go faster.
This relaxation didn’t last as long as he wanted it to. Between his younger sisters making almost as much noise as the sergeants, and the force of his newly acquired habit of staying constantly active, he gave up on the idea of lazing around in bed all morning. After less than half an hour, he got up and slipped on some shorts and a t-shirt, while Monica just laid still, following his every movement with her eyes.
“I’m going for a quick run,” he told Monica, while he stretched.
“Okay. I’m going with you,” responded his sister, hopping to her feet.
“Ha, no. There’s no way you’ll be able to keep up. I don’t want to have to carry you back after you collapse half a mile in.”
Monica stretched her legs so deep her cunt nearly brushed the carpet. “For your information, Private Martini, I have been working out while you were having fun at camp. I’ve gotten to the point of jogging at least two miles every day.”
Freddie eyed her skeptically. Her legs did seem to have some muscle tone behind the fat. She was pretty appetizing looking, now that he really looked.
“Alright,” he conceded, “I guess two miles is enough to get me warmed up to start my day. But, I’m going at my speed. Either keep up, or fall behind.”
Despite what he said, he started out slower than he had been made to run in boot camp. Monica struggled to keep pace for the first half mile, before finally giving in and allowing him to pull far ahead. Even though she turned back as soon as she saw him headed towards home, rather than trying to go the full distance, Freddie still beat his sister home by a couple minutes.
When she got back, she immediately flopped down by the door, panting hard.
“I thought you said you did this every day,” probed Freddie, who had largely recovered already.
“Fuck…fuck, Freddie.” When she caught her breath some more, she said. “I don’t go that fast. I’ll bet you’d go slower too, if you had a giant set of bare tits punching you with every step.”
Freddie just grinned. “It was fun watching them bounce for those brief moments I was moving towards you, rather than feeding you my dust.”
Monica groaned, but was too exhausted to think of a comeback.
After showering, or more accurately, after Monica insisted on scrubbing him clean in the shower, the two of them chatted idly while he got dressed.
“Which one is better for a first date?” asked Freddie, holding up two worn t-shirts.
“A date?” Monica said brightly. “No, no, neither of those. Here, try this one.”
She nodded once he had shrugged it on. “So, we’re going on a date, bro?” she asked eagerly.
“Yeah–I mean no.” He flicked her sharply on the nose. “I am going to ask out someone. I guess you can tag along, if you promise not to be a nuisance.”
Monica frowned. “Oh. Well, who’s your date going to be with, then?”
“Umm, I haven’t quite made up my mind yet.”
Monica brightened again. “Oh! Then how about me?”
Freddie rolled his eyes. “I’m looking for a girlfriend. You know, someone who will be here–and be alive–whenever I get back from being deployed.” He pinched her nipple sharply. “Field rations need not apply.”
“Okay, okay. Can’t blame a girl for trying.”
Freddie sat down on the bed next to her. “Felicia and I talked about who I should go for, after she was gone, quite a few times at camp. She thought I should ask out Faith.”
Monica made a face. “You know she’s a bitch, right?”
“Yeah. Honestly, I was never really that into Faith, I just tolerated her because Felicia liked her so much. Not bad in bed, though.” He fidgeted for a moment. “I kind of had my eye on Angie.”
“Angie?” she said, incredulously. “She’s way too young. She’s barely even a teenager.”
“I’m pretty sure she turned fourteen recently,” Freddie defended. “And you’re only fifteen, so how is that so different?”
“I’m your sister: age gaps don’t count with family. In fact, I’m your oldest sister, at this point, so I’m automatically okay for you to fuck. If you want a real girlfriend, I say Angie is out of the question. At least for a few more years, anyway.”
“Fine,” grumbled Freddie. “Then how about Daisy? She got a nice ass, and she always seemed like she had a crush on me.”
“I guess…but I’m not crazy about you dating my best friend. Also, all my friends have good taste, so more than half of them have crushes on you, Freddie. That hardly makes Daisy special.” Monica sat up straighter. “Oh! I know: Nikki.”
Freddie blinked. “I haven’t seen her in like, a year. I thought she got snuffed, or something.”
“No, she was just dating a girl over in Greensburg. I ran into her the other day at the mall, and she said her girlfriend had just been snuffed at work or something. That means she’s recently single, and she’s back in town. You two always got along so well, I was sure you would have gotten together if Felicia hadn’t come along. She’s perfect for you, bro.”
Freddie scrolled through his phone for a moment, then stared at the last few messages in their chat history. “Do you really think she’d still be interested in me? We didn’t exactly part on the best of terms.”
“Don’t be a wuss, she’s smarter than that. She knows that shit was all Felicia’s doing. In fact, the way she asked about you when I saw her makes me sure of it.”
“If you say so.” Freddie hesitated.
Monica reached for his phone. “Here, I’ll do it, if you won’t.”
He pulled away from her and stood up. “No, no, I’m doing it. Just give me a second to think of what to say.”
His phone dinged with a reply while his mama was dropping a second pile of bacon pancakes on his plate, which started a quick series of back and forth messages. By the time Monica came up from drinking her morning protein smoothie from between his legs, Nikki had agreed to meet him at the mall in an hour, and hang out all day.
“Hey, Fred, over here!”
“Hi, Nikki,” he called back, walking up to where she stood by the soft pretzel shop.
As soon as he got close enough, Nikki tipped her head up and gave him a peck on the lips. The nineteen year old brunette had a slender frame that made her seem tall, but that wasn’t enough for her to be able to stand eye to eye with the towering young soldier.
“Oh, hi, Moni,” Nikki said, and looked quizzically back at Freddie.
“Hi, Nikki,” Monica replied, meekly. “I hope you don’t mind having me along, too. I promise not to get in the way, or anything.”
Nikki smiled and kissed the naked teen. “You’re not in the way, cutie. I just didn’t realize you’d be with us.”
“Moni has been pretty much stuck to me since she volunteered to be my MOTF when I get deployed,” explained Freddie.
“Your…motive?” Nikki looked baffled. “You mean, like, she’s the reason you’re fighting, or something?”
“M. O. T. F.” spelled Monica. “Meal On Two Feet. It’s army slang for a personal meatgirl.”
“Oh! Oh, that’s great, Moni!” smiled Nikki. “Ah, I guess that’s why you’re naked, then.”
“Yep,” responded Freddie. “I’m proud that my little sister is doing her part, too.” he hefted one of his sister’s tits in his hand. “Plus, with these with me on the battlefield, I know I won’t be going hungry.”
Nikki licked her lips dramatically. “Well, they’re making me hungry right now,” she teased, fondling the other boob. “Maybe I should take the first bite.”
“Sorry, this meatgirl is reserved,” intoned Freddie, with mock seriousness.
Monica blushed lightly at the attention. “How about Freddie buys us both some giant pretzels, to make up for hogging my meat, hmm?”
Nikki’s eyes sparkled as she turned her focus back on her nominal date. “I like the sound of that.”
“Certainly, my ladies,” Freddie bowed. “What flavors do you want?”
The rest of their date seemed to fly by. At lunch, Monica sent a few fingers Nikki’s way while under the table, which led to Nikki licking Monica’s pussy for dessert. After Monica had scarfed down more food than the other two combined, they all headed to the mall’s theater, the three of them holding hands on the way, with Nikki claiming the middle spot. They settled on a murder mystery, which the posters advertised to be starring an attractive, busty actress as the victim. They decided to take seats near the back, where fewer people would see them.
“That was a great movie, Fred,” said Nikki dreamily, leaning on his arm as they left.
“It was, wasn’t it?”
Freddie nearly walked into a potted plant, his eyes being locked onto his date.
“You think so, huh?” snickered Monica, trotting alongside Nikki. “If you guys loved the movie so much, then can you tell me who did it?”
“Oh, it was…the butler?” guessed Nikki.
“I don’t think there was a butler in this one,” smirked Monica.
“The aunt,” said Freddie confidently. “The one with the big hairdo.”
“She was the second victim,” laughed Monica. “She died like twenty minutes in. You guys were so busy making out, you missed the whole fucking story.”
“Yeah…I kinda stopped paying attention after they finished snuffing that hot milf from the poster,” admitted Nikki. “So, I give up, who did it, Moni?”
Monica looked sheepish. “I don’t know. Aside from the sex and snuff scenes, I was mostly just fingering myself watching you two. I wasn’t really listening when they got to the denouement. That guy they had play the detective was sexy enough, but his voice was sooo dry and boring, I just kind of tuned him out when he was talking.”
The other two stopped and stared at the naked girl, then they all burst out laughing.
At the edge of the parking lot, they paused, seeing that they had parked in different directions. Monica grabbed Nikki’s hand and then nudged her brother.
“Hey, Nikki,” started Freddie, then hesitated.
“Yes, Fred?” prompted Nikki, with a relaxed smile.
“Would you, maybe, want to, umm…I mean I had a great time, and I thought maybe, if you also had a–”
“For fucks sake,” muttered Monica. She turned to face the older girl. “Nikki, what he’s trying to say is, Mama always makes way too much food. You should come over and help us eat it; and then it’ll probably be pretty late, so why don’t you just stay the night with us.”
“Yes, Fred, I’d love to,” grinned Nikki. “I even just happened to bring my toothbrush, so if you don’t mind me wearing matching PJs with Moni, I’m all ready for a sleepover.”
“I’m not going to wear–oh, right,” giggled Monica.
“Perfect!” grinned Freddie, shooting a grateful glance at his sister. “I hope you like authentic Italian food, Nikki.”
After the predictably chaotic supper, this time without anyone they knew on the menu, several of the older kids dragged Freddie, Monica, and Nikki into a board game. After cousin Stephani claimed the victory in the first game, and Monica conquered them all in the second, Freddie and Monica got up to head to bed.
“Sorry, girls,” excused Freddie. “We’re just tired from our date. We’ve had a pretty busy day.”
“Tired, hmm?” smirked cousin Stephani, who was less busty than Monica, despite being a few years older. “And it has nothing at all to do with the way Nikki has been playing footsie with your dick under the table for the last hour?”
“It sounds like they’re going to have a busy night, too,” Alba added, with a giggle.
“You’re one to talk, Steph,” countered Monica. “You tried to cheat by fingering me for most of that last game. Too bad for you that I’m just so great at this that I can beat you all while I’m cumming.”
“Yeeah,” drawled Stephani. “You just got lucky.”
Alba laughed loudly at that, and pointed at her cousin. “Yeah! She got lucky with you, Steph!”
Monica stuck her tongue out at her cousin and sisters, then scampered off to catch up with her brother. She reached them just as they were entering Freddie’s room.
“Hey,” she said meekly, “I’ve kinda started sleeping with Freddie. It’s cool if not, but could–”
Nikki kissed her, and pulled her into the room without breaking the kiss until after she had kicked the door closed.
Nikki had them both sit on the bed, then gave them a show, stripping slowly, with lots of sinuous swaying and teasing peaks before fully exposing herself. The moment she was done, Freddie embraced her, kissing her deeply. Monica made herself useful by reaching between them and opening her brother’s shorts, so she could pull them down. When Freddie stepped back to peel his shirt off, Nikki and Monica slid into a gentle, flowing kiss of their own.
Nikki and Monica lead the way to bed, continuing to make out until they got settled, lying side by side, inviting him to fuck them, silently saying it with their eyes and their bodies. The horny boy took their unspoken invitation without hesitation, ravaging them both for hours on end. Late into the night, they finally collapsed, settling into sleep, spooning with Freddie in the middle and Nikki wrapped in his arms.
In the morning, Freddie was the first to wake up, but he chose to just enjoy the feel of the teen beauties he was sandwiched between until they woke up too. Monica was the next to open her eyes, and after a happy little stretch, she kissed her way around her brother’s shoulder and up to his lips. Still leaning over him, she peppered more kisses down the length of his side under the covers until she got to his hips. Freddie chuckled silently when she leaned completely over both him and Nikki, pushing her face into Nikki’s crotch. He could feel her brushing on the tip of his dick now and then, but it was obvious that she was spreading her attention to more than just his growing manhood poking between Nikki’s thighs.
Nikki woke up with a moan and put a hand on the back of Monica’s head before even opening her eyes. Monica took this as a command to work harder, so she started moving more energetically, while Nikki lifted her top leg to give the girl easier access. Freddie got involved at this point, sucking on Nikki’s neck and fondling her breasts from behind. Monica occasionally deviated from eating pussy long enough to give the head of Freddie’s dick a suck, but kept her main focus on getting off his new girlfriend.
When Nikki’s moans built in volume, announcing her orgasm, Freddie threw off the covers, pushed his sister aside, climbed on top, and drove his cock straight into Nikki’s spasming cunt. He showed her no mercy when she cried out even louder, pounding into his girlfriend with long, rapid strokes. This sudden change in stimulation pushed Nikki into another orgasm directly on the tail of the first one.
Monica didn’t take any offense from being momentarily ejected from their morning sex. Rather than trying to involve herself with the couple again, she sat back and started fingering herself, enjoying watching them fuck.
After Freddie came, he fell gently forward and rolled off to lie next to Nikki. As soon as her panting died down, Nikki reached out and pulled Monica over to lick them both clean.
“Good morning,” moaned Nikki.
“Morning gorgeous," responded Freddie.
Monica moaned a greeting too, but didn’t stop digging cum out of Nikki’s snatch with her tongue.
Nikki let out a long slow breath that was somewhere between a sigh and a moan.
“I feel like the happiest girl in the world,” Nikki said. “I’ve got a brand new boyfriend who fucks like a stallion, aaand a tasty new girlfriend who eats pussy just as well as she sucks cock.”
Freddie kissed her tenderly. “So, I guess we’re official, then?”
“You kidding?” Nikki smiled at him. “That was so much more than a casual fuck last night, Fred, darling. Until you dump or snuff me, I consider us to be very much together.” She put an affectionate hand on Monica. “A throuple for a while, and then I suppose we’ll be a couple, after you snuff your–umm, what was it–MOTF.” She pushed lightly on Monica’s head. “Unh, fuck, you horny piggy, stop. My clit can’t take any more right now.”
Monica looked up, smiling lovingly.
“I know it’s probably too soon to say it,” Nikki said to Freddie, “but I’m quite definitely in love.”
Freddie and Nikki kissed again.
“Oh, come to think of it, Moni needs to go to her own training camp, don’t you?” He looked down at Monica’s cum moistened face. “When are you leaving for that?”
Monica sunk her face back down, hiding partially between Nikki’s thighs. “I don’t actually know,” she admitted.
Freddie’s brow furrowed. “How can you not know? Didn’t they tell you when you signed up?”
“Well, that’s the thing–I haven’t technically signed up yet,” was the slightly muffled reply.
“But, you said you filled out the volunteer form,” countered her brother. “So, you have signed up.”
“I read it, but I didn’t actually sign it,” Monica confessed, looking up apologetically. “I couldn’t fill it out at the time, because I needed this.” She scooted up and reached out, touching his dog tags. “Without your serial number, they wouldn’t be able to pre-assign me to you; I’d just be given out to whoever needed fresh rations, as soon as I finished meat training.”
Freddie groaned in frustration. “Why didn’t you tell me about this earlier?”
Monica tried to hide again, this time in Nikki’s cleavage, and Nikki wrapped a comforting arm around her. “I’m pretty sure they’ll send me to training right away, and I wanted to spend some more time with my big brother. Please don’t be mad, Freddie.”
He sighed and shook his head. “I’m not mad at you. But, if you aren’t through your training before I go into combat, they’ll assign me a random MOTF, so you really need to sign up, soonest.”
Monica sat up, wide eyed.
“Well,” said Nikki, hugging Monica’s waist, “I guess that settles the question of what we’re doing today.”
After cleaning up together, Nikki realized that she hadn’t brought a change of clothes, so Monica took her to borrow clothes from Stephani and her mom, Siena, since they were about Nikki’s size.
At breakfast, Freddie told the family about Monica’s impending departure. “Depending how long it is before I get called in to be deployed, Moni might not have a chance to come back home before we get shipped out.”
“So, we won’t see her until you get back from the war?” asked Alba. “How long does a war last?”
“Alba, sweetie,” Mama said tenderly, “that’s not how it works. Frederico will be coming home now and then, but Monica is going as his field rations. That means she won’t be coming back at all.”
The younger girls all got quieter at that, thinking of how they would miss them both.
“Freddie, you lucky son of a she-cow,” teased Stephani loudly. “You get to eat that big juicy ass all on your own. I guess I’ll have to pick a different cousin to serve at my wedding, once I snag myself a man.”
Nikki turned her nose up at Stephani in mock indignation. “Ha. You’re assuming Fred won’t have you turning on a spit at our wedding, you scrawny meatslut.”
This started the girls all talking about whom they thought would end up on who’s dinner plate, which devolved into an argument about which of them was going to taste the best.
At the door, most of the family gathered to say their goodbyes to Monica. This consisted of quite a few kisses, several cheeky gropes, and hugs from all of them.
“You look after your brother while you’re out there, young lady,” instructed Mama. “Keep him well fed, and make sure nobody gets past you to hurt my only boy, you hear me?”
“Yes, Mama,” mumbled Monica, struggling to get enough air to breathe in her mama’s cleavage.
“Train hard, little dumpling,” said Papa. “You need to be strong enough to be of help out there. The way I hear it, you’ll be his pack mule, and his shield, not just a source of protein. And, whatever you do, don’t ever slow him down, or make him come back into danger to get you.”
“Yes, Papa.”
“When I was serving, my field rations took more than a few bullets for me,” said Gramps. “But, don’t discount your value as a source of warmth at night, or stress relief in those quiet times when a good blowjob can help him clear his head for the next fight.” He squeezed her ass and pushed his hips into her when they hugged. “I don’t suppose you could give an old soldier one more, for the road.”
Monica giggled, but shook her head. “Sorry, Gramps, but we need to get going.”
Nikki and Monica made out in the backseat the whole way to the recruiting office, while Freddie drove. Once there, they went directly to an open table, where a busty recruiter wearing only a camo patterned cap and boots helped them fill out the necessary paperwork and talked them through the process.
“You guys showed up at the perfect time,” said the woman, who introduced herself as Ration Grade A 4385. “In about two hours, I’ll be taking a bus load of fresh meat to start training right away. We only ship out the girls twice a week, but you won’t have to wait around long at all before we get going.”
Ration 4385 directed Monica to step on a scale, and then took her measurements to add to the grading portion of the form. After the paperwork was filled out to her satisfaction, the woman directed them through a door, where they found a man tattooing on a naked girl’s neck. After he was done, he waved Monica to sit in the chair while he looked at her paperwork.
“This all seems to be in order,” he stated, in a bored tone. “Now, keep still, MOTF, I need to give you your serial number.”
A few painful minutes later, an eleven digit number preceded by the letter B had been indelibly printed on Monica’s neck, then the man pointed them to a waiting area. There were about a dozen other girls already waiting. Several were gently fingering each other, or eating each other out, and one was getting fucked by an older man, but most were just sitting around chatting animatedly.
“Well, I guess this is it,” said Monica, looking around and rubbing her cunt absently.
Nikki pinched the girl’s nipple and shook her head. “It sounds like you have some time to kill. You won’t see him for a while, so why not give your brother a blowjob before we go?”
“I’d love that,” Monica smiled. “And I can do you next, if you want, Nikki.”
Freddie took one of the open seats, and his sister fished out his cock. Monica tried to take her time, but the room full of naked girls and general air of excitement had them both horny, so it wasn’t long before he was shooting his load down her throat. Nikki had sat down next to them, and already had her skirt flipped up, shamelessly exposing her moistening pussy to everyone present. Monica didn’t even pause to take a breath before diving between Nikki’s legs, kissing the last shot of cum into her cunt. Nikki also didn’t last long under the skilled assault of Monica’s tongue, a fact which the whole room could clearly hear from her moans.
After she had composed herself, Nikki stood up and helped Monica to her feet. They kissed deeply a few times, playfully licking up some of the residual cum that had smeared on each other’s faces.
“Even if it was just for a day,” said Nikki fondly, “you made a great girlfriend, Moni. Now, I’m counting on you to take good care of our man while he’s away. Don’t ever let his nuts get backed up, or let him go hungry.” She cupped a hand firmly on the meatgirl’s cunt and breast to emphasize her points.
“Yes, ma’am. You can count on me,” said Monica in a serious tone, but with a wide grin.
Nikki stepped back to let Freddie say his goodbye. He swept up his sister in a bear hug, lifting her slightly off the floor in the process. When he set her down, Monica turned her head up, and he kissed her once.
“I’ll see you in a few weeks, porkchop,” he said simply, with a smile.
Monica beamed at her brother. “I’m going to be the best field ration ever, just for you, big brother; you just wait and see.”
After Freddie and Nikki had waved one last time, and walked back out towards the entrance, Monica settled in and started getting to know the other girls she would be training with. The variety in the volunteers surprised her. Looking around, Monica could see that they ranged from early teens all the way up to late twenties, with all sorts of body shapes and sizes.
It seemed only a few moments later that Ration 4385 strode into the room and called for their attention. “Alright, fellow meatsluts,” she called pleasantly, “time for us to move out. Everyone stand, line up in front of this door, and follow me. Don’t forget to bring your paperwork.”
She led them out to a bus painted all over in pink and black camo, taking their papers as they boarded. After the group from the waiting room were all on the bus, she went back into the building, soon returning at the head of an even longer line of naked girls, which also climbed aboard with the woman.
The bus made two more stops, picking up about as many girls at each of the other recruiting branches, along with an additional woman dressed in the same type of hat and boots as Ration 4385. The last group found that even squeezing close together on every bench seat, several girls had to either stand in the aisle or sit on someone’s lap. Being packed together naked like this led to quite a bit of groping and rubbing, so even those not intentionally sexually playing with their benchmates were quite horny by the time they pulled into the camp ground.
As they disembarked, the fresh meat were ordered to form a long double line, facing a gruff looking sergeant and a few additional rations in their minimal uniforms. When the women were satisfied with how the girls were arranged, the sergeant addressed them.
“Welcome to field ration training camp two hundred and seventy-one!” he bellowed. “Here, you will be strained, tortured, broken, and rebuilt into army certified meat, ready and able to serve your assigned soldier for the remainder of your life! I would say that these next two weeks will be hell, but that would be underselling it! War is hell. This camp–this will make war feel like a pleasant vacation at the beach.
“Make no mistake,” he continued, “the only ways out of this camp are to complete the course, or die trying! More than a few of you pathetic sluts will not survive what we have in store for you.”
He took his combat knife out of its sheath and handed it to one of the women standing near him.
“To get us started, Ration 4385 will now demonstrate how to properly gut yourself to prep your meat for your hungry master.”
“Thank you, sir,” beamed Ration 4385, taking the knife. “Watch closely,” she called to the fresh meat, “I’m only going to do this once!”
A bit over a week later, Freddie found Nikki standing by the front door looking anxious when he returned from his morning run. When he reached her, she held out his phone.
“You got a message,” she said. “It looks important.”
Still breathing heavily, he took the phone and read the message, nodding at the end.
“It’s my orders. I am to report to the base by 0600, day after tomorrow.”
His girlfriend hugged him, and they went inside to tell the family that their boy was headed off to war.
Ration 3041 blinked at the bright sunlight as she jogged off the cargo plane onto the hot tarmac, her pack of cooking supplies clanking with each step, grateful for her standard issue boots and hat. Once she and the other new rations had lined up, a lieutenant called out the directions for each squad, dismissing them group by group to find their assigned masters.
When Private Martini saw her running up to him, for a moment he thought she would throw herself into him, but the smiling meatgirl stopped a couple paces short and saluted.
“Ration Grade B 3041, reporting for service, sir!” she said in a hoarse voice.
“Moni!” cried Freddie, hugging her tightly. “You’re here!”
Wondering why she didn’t return the embrace, he looked at her, noticing absently that ‘3041’ were the last four digits of the number on her neck.
“You have to say at ease,” whispered the ration.
“At ease, sis,” he chuckled.
She immediately wrapped her arms and legs around him, and kissed him like she was starving for his lips. It took a few minutes of passionately making out before she would release him and stand on her own again.
Looking around at the rest of the squad, it wasn’t hard to guess which of the newly arrived MOTFs were random assignments and which were already intimately familiar with their master. A few had disappeared into the barracks to make use of the bunks, but most of his squadmates were still standing around, many with an eager pair of lips, of one type or the other, wrapped around their dick.
“How can I serve you, sir?” inquired a grinning Ration 3041, already starting to kneel.
Freddie laughed, “You already know how, my MOTF. By the way, what happened to your voice?”
“Pain tolerance training was hard on my vocal cords,” she rasped, pulling out his cock. “They’re not quite healed yet.”
While he enjoyed his blowjob, Freddie looked around more carefully, evaluating the MOTFs his squadmates had received. Most looked like the sort of meat he expected from army field rations, but one in particular surprised him. The young sergeant in charge of the squad had received a thin girl who barely looked old enough to volunteer, with cone shaped AA breasts and underdeveloped hips, but she did at least have the look of a swimmer or a distance runner. The eager way she was bouncing her doubtless tight cunt on his cock, plus a noticeable family resemblance, led Freddie to realize that she was most likely a niece or young cousin who had volunteered to feed her uncle at the earliest allowed opportunity.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t make it in time,” commented Freddie, looking back down at his own MOTF again. “From what I hear, we were only waiting for some supplies before rolling out, so we’ll probably be leaving first thing in the morning.” He chuckled softly, “Oh, I guess you girls were the supplies, huh?”
Ration 3041 moaned in response, but didn’t stop sucking until he came, and she had swallowed every drop.
“Company, halt! Alright boys, we’ll make camp here,” ordered Sergeant Stevenson. “Lowden, you’ve got ration duty tonight.”
“Yes, sir,” replied Private Lowden. He glanced forward at his MOTF in the group at the front of the column, and the bullet hole in her shoulder–he’d been expecting that order since their firefight that morning.
“Give me one of your canteens, then go help cook, Moni,” said Private Martini, when his own MOTF approached for her orders.
“Yes, sir,” she panted, still a little winded from their march.
The squad had gone through three of their original ten MOTFs, and they hadn’t received any replacements yet. Most of the new rations had assumed that they would be eaten right away, but their value as pack animals and cannon fodder meant that most MOTFs didn’t get fully butchered until they had taken enough damage to slow them down on the march. The first one to go had stepped on a land mine, the second had been shot and killed while drawing enemy fire, and the last had simply twisted her ankle on some uneven terrain. Two of the others had contributed an arm or a breast to the squad’s meals, but were still considered more useful on two feet.
Naturally, Ration 3041 wasn’t the only one helping cook. One of the others bandaged both of Lowden’s MOTF’s shoulders after he had removed her arms, and the sergeant’s lanky MOTF was getting a fire started. Lowden’s MOTF, designated Ration Grade B 9353, thought her grilled hocks would go well with some fried potatoes and green beans, so Ration 3041 was put to work peeling and slicing the potatoes.
“I can’t believe it,” muttered Ration 3041.
“What’s that?” asked Ration 7421, just coming back to the fire with the pans she’d collected from the other MOTFs.
“Before I signed up,” explained 3041, “I made a joke to my brother about how silly it was to think that I would be peeling potatoes on a battlefield. And now, here I am.” She spread her arms out expressively.
“I know what you mean,” 7421 laughed. “When I volunteered, I figured I would have my brains fucked out by a sexy soldier for a few days, then he would spit me and eat me. Looking back, I can see how naive it was to think that they wouldn’t be putting us to work.”
“What?” asked Ration 9353, sitting up from where she had been recovering. “You mean you aren’t getting your brains fucked out? Alex–I mean–Master Lowden has been pounding me so hard I can barely walk in the morning. I’ll bet tonight he’ll be even less gentle.” She glanced over at her master with an adoring look.
“Oh, no, yeah, the sex is great,” agreed 7421, who was the only remaining Grade A in the squad. “I just meant that I thought the only difficult parts would be the actual fighting. I didn’t know it was even humanly possible to run as far as we went last week,” she groaned.
“Yeah, I knew we’d be doing all this other stuff, but I thought we would be shooting and getting shot at every day,” contributed Ration Grade C 0137, flipping over the first girl chop. “But, we’ve been in, let’s see, three firefights in the last two months?”
“Four,” corrected 3041, reaching for another potato. “You’re forgetting that one in the market early on.”
“That one doesn’t count,” disagreed 0137. “She was just a suicide bomber, she didn’t have a gun.”
“But, our boys had to shoot her to keep her from getting in range,” asserted 9353. “I think 3041 is right, someone shot, so that means it counts.”
“Either way,” said 7421, “this is very different from how it is in the movies and stuff.”
“I don’t care as much about all that,” said Ration 9353, watching another of her girl chops sizzle on the pan. “I’m just disappointed that I have to share my meat with the whole squad, instead of feeding it all to my high school crush, like I’d imagined.”
The others murmured their agreement.
That night in their tent, Ration 3041 asked what her brother thought of the war.
“This war doesn’t seem all that much like the stories Gramps always told us.” She paused to moan as his dick reached her cervix. “He made it sound like it was all shooting, and stabbing, and malaria fevers.”
“Yeah, well,” Freddie grunted, “I’m sure he skipped all the boring parts. Also, he spent most of his time in a jungle fighting against an organized army, and we’re in an arid climate hunting for scattered insurgents. It’s bound to be a very different kind of war. Fuck, how are you still this tight, sis?”
“I’m your very own, custom made meatgirl, sir,” his MOTF moaned. “It’s my job to be perfect for you. Of course, it helps that you fuck my throat more often than my pussy.”
“Well, you know what Gramps says about field rations.”
She groaned and thrust back at him even more vigorously, to distract him from finishing the thought.
After he came, he moved to a different topic. “Hey, Moni, you MOTFs all talk amongst yourselves, right? What’s the deal with the sergeant’s ration? She’s so scrawny, I can hardly believe she made it through training.”
“Ration 0137? Yeah, she was at the same camp as me. In fact, I bunked with her once or twice, so I know a little of her story. She comes from a family of career military men, where most of the girls also volunteer, sooner or later. I thought I was highly motivated to get through training to get back to you, but that little kitten put the rest of us to shame when it came to sheer drive. All the other girls near her size didn’t make it, but 0137 worked twice as hard as any of us and just about always finished at the head of the pack. They ended up keeping her in pain tolerance training longer than the rest of us, too, because she was the only one who didn’t scream or beg them to stop. When I was with her, she moaned about her ‘Uncle Ed’ every time she came. She says thinking about him every second of every day was what got her through it all.”
“Huh,” grunted Freddie. “I could see she was dedicated to him, but I wouldn’t have guessed all that. Still, I’ll bet you give better blowjobs, sis.”
She grinned at that, and moved down to prove herself worthy of the praise.
“What’s the plan, sarge?” asked Corporal Collins quietly.
Sergeant Stevenson and Corporal Collins, along with the sergeant’s MOTF, were crouched behind a low wall, scoping out the building which intel claimed to be an insurgent weapons cache. The rest of the squad was farther down the wall, resting for a moment while the attack plan was formulated.
“Looks like we can approach from the south without being seen from either entrance, or the windows. We’ll need two fire teams. You take Hardy, Lowden and Martini through the west entrance, and I’ll lead the team at the north entrance. We’ll synchronize our breaches to be at exactly–” they both checked their watches, “1320. Expect heavy resistance, so standard breach procedure. We’ll use my MOTF and Martini’s.”
“Yes, sir, understood,” responded Collins.
Ration Grade C 0137 hugged her uncle, and they made their way back to the others.
After the squad had organized according to the plan, they carefully moved between the rough stone and cement buildings toward their target. To make it easier to keep quiet, both of the MOTFs had left their packs behind with the rear guard.
“This is it, Monica,” whispered Private Martini to his MOTF, who was walking directly behind him, holding his left shoulder handle so he knew where she was. “Do you remember how to perform a breach?”
She swallowed hard, but answered, “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” He handed her his combat knife, then they both stopped talking, since they were getting near the building.
At the west entrance, the fire team formed up around the door. Ration 3041 was pressed directly against the door, with Corporal Collins standing behind her, and Hardy and Martini against the wall to either side. Lowden was positioned back-to-back with Martini, assigned to watch every direction except the door as the rest stormed in. When his watch ticked over to the correct time, Collins tapped the MOTF’s shoulder in warning, then kicked the door open. Ration 3041 stumbled inside, then raised her knife and yelled, charging at the first insurgent she saw.
There was a deafening thunder of gunshots from all sides, but 3041 didn’t stop, even when she felt burning holes tear through her in several places. However, just before she could reach the man in front of her, she felt a sharp blow to her right hip, and when she brought down that foot, the leg failed to take her weight, and she tumbled. Everything was suddenly quiet again a moment later, before she heard shouts of “Clear!” as Hardy and Martini entered the room.
She had rolled over onto her back when she fell, so as she looked up in a daze at the ceiling above, her eyes automatically followed the trajectory of a small object as it fell to the floor near her. As she looked back where it had come from, there was a woman just standing up, and she realized the significance of the circular ring and the straight metal pin attached to it.
“Grenade!” she called, but Hardy was already putting bullet holes in the female insurgent.
The round ball tumbled from the woman’s hand and bounced to a stop next to Ration 3041. Without even thinking, Ration Grade B 3041, formerly known as Monica Martini, heaved herself over on top of the grenade. It stayed, nestled between her thighs, pressing slightly into her cunt for several tense heartbeats before her groin erupted into a red mist.
The team was momentarily stunned by how close that had been, before the soldiers got back up from where they had dove for cover. Once they had checked the room again, they pushed forward, systematically clearing the building of hostiles until they met up with the other team.
After they had determined that they were secure, Martini and Hardy came back to check on 3041. Freddie rolled over his sister, who coughed, showing that she was still alive, while he collected his knife from where it had dropped.
“Well done, Moni,” he said softly, bending over her.
Hardy sighed, holding up the severed leg he’d found a few feet away. “Shit,” he muttered, looking at the meat in his hand, “we’re gonna be picking shrapnel out of our dinner, and our breakfast, aren’t we?”
Freddie looked over at him and shrugged. “It beats picking shrapnel out of ourselves.”
“You got that right, buddy.”
“Fuck this hurts,” whispered Ration 3041, then coughed up some blood. “Freddie,” she said, forgetting her training as she went into shock, “would you mind fucking me to death? I don’t think I’ll be much more use to you alive.”
Her brother looked skeptically at her lower body, then glanced upward. “Moni, I’m pretty sure that red smear on the ceiling is what’s left of your cunt.”
Ration 3041 tried to laugh, but it just turned into more coughing.
“No, not that,” she smiled weakly. “What was it that Gramps used to say about field rations?”
She opened her mouth wide, and looked at her master expectantly.
He chuckled, and started pulling his cock out of his pants. “Field rations always suck.”
She swirled her tongue around and along his cock, swiftly getting him hard enough to bury his manhood in her throat. Once he was deep enough to cut off her air, he was careful not to ever pull her head back far enough to let her breathe, keeping his strokes short as he shoved her face into his groin. The dying meatgirl moaned and swallowed repeatedly, milking him, while she massaged her tits, relishing her impending ending. When she stopped moaning, he shot off his load inside her, but kept his dick in her throat for a time.
When he was sure her heart had stopped, he stood up.
“Thanks, sis. I couldn’t have asked for a better field ration than you.”