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by MechaBlade Captain Zaraki had been pacing all morning as the troops cleaned up the camp. They knew trouble was brewing for someone; they'd seen him act this way before. They just weren't sure for whom. Sure, the enemy was long gone and most of the camp had survived the attack, thanks to the Captain's leadership. However, not a single life would had been lost had it not been for a mistake made by one of the troops. "Troops! Fall in!" Zaraki screeched. Even while shouting, the coarseness of his voice could be heard. The men and women under his command dropped what they were doing and fell into position. This was the moment. Zaraki continued pacing. Even with dried blood on his face and a slight limp from last night's battle, he still walked like he was ready to fight. He stood tall in his black robes, looking at the sea of red uniforms before him. With cold eyes he scanned his troops. They stood at full attention, no one wanting to look the least bit sloppy at the moment, though many of them were injured as well. Finally he began. "This is pathetic! Utterly disgusting! Look at yourselves! I cannot believe what transpired last night! What squadron is this?" There was a moment of silence while the soldiers waited to see if his question was hypothetical. Eventually, they responded in a broken chorus, "103rd Squadron, Sir." "What squadron is this?" he repeated. "103rd Squadron, Sir!" they responded in unison. "The infamous 103rd Squadron. The Iron Knights. The toughest squad in Kingsland. Oh, many of my colleagues do not like me, but goddammit, they respect me and they respect my squad. But after what I saw last night, I have no idea why. Obviously, I have fucked up. I failed you. I failed to make you into real soldiers. Because you weaklings do not deserve any respect at all, goddammit!" Zaraki walked closer to the troops and turned his head towards Abraham. "Lieutenant Abraham! Where were you with the ammunition?" Abraham stuttered, sweating bullets. "Answer me!" "I couldn't find the key for the ammo locker in the dark, Sir!" he answered. Zaraki grabbed Abraham's throat and pulled the lieutenant towards himself. "Did I not tell you to keep the key on your person at all times?" "Yes, sir! I'm sorry, sir!" "Where is that key now, Lieutenant?" "I have it, sir!" Abraham held out the key that was attached to a chain around his neck. Zaraki walked away from Abraham and parted the front row when his eyes laid upon Grady. "Private Grady!" "Yes, sir!" he immediately said. "Is there some reason the force field was only at 50%?" "I sent for a field charge, sir, but the supply truck didn't come yesterday, sir!" "Is that right?" "Yes, sir!" "If I found out the supply truck did come yesterday," Zaraki said menacingly, "It will be your head. Literally." Zaraki stepped back in front of his troops. "And finally, I think we all realize that this attack on our camp could not have been possible if our watchman hadn't fallen asleep on the job. Surely, this person is a miserable failure, an irresponsible non-soldier at best." His gravelly voice lowered: "And a traitor at worst." The soldiers before him avoided Zaraki's gaze. They knew that he had killed members of his own squadron for less. If he called one of his men a "traitor", it was very likely that person would get a bullet in the head. "So, who, may I ask is responsible for this? Huh? Who is responsible for the death of six of their companions? Who has sullied the name of the 103rd Squadron?" While saying this, Zaraki pulled his pistol from its holster. It was quiet. "In case I'm not being clear enough, who was watching the East wall last night?" Hana Horne knew someone would call her out if she didn't speak. With her eyes glassy with tears, she admitted her mistake: "I was, sir!" Zaraki looked at her with a grimace and she already wished she were dead. Anything but to have to stare into those angry blue eyes, framed by that impossibly jet white hair. Anything but to be shamed in front of her companions. "Step forward, soldier," Zaraki called. Horne was disappointed that she had failed him. Unlike most of the company who had only known Zaraki for a few years, she had known him back when she was a young teenager. Zaraki was a friend of her brother's before he died. In fact, Hana Horne's brother had saved his life. Zaraki looked after her, sponsoring Hana when he was in the army and she was in the Junior scouts at fifteen years of age. Back then he had called her "little sister." Things changed, however, when she was old enough to join the military and had signed up to his squadron. He only called her by her name now. Always a fair captain, he treated her just like everyone else. She respected him for this. Now it seemed that his blind eye towards their past friendship could be the death of her. She looked at his angry grimace and no longer saw the protective John Zaraki she once knew. Only Captain Zaraki, merciless leader. "Were you supposed to be watching the East wall, soldier?" he asked. "Yes, sir." "And what were you doing last night when the enemy attacked?" he said, somewhat coolly. "I... I..." she began. "Where were you, soldier?!" he shouted. "I was with Allen," she said, a tear dropping down her face. Although it was prohibited, romantic relationships occasionally occurred between soldiers. Few captains actually cracked down on such relationships. "Private Canedy? What were you doing in his tent?" "I.. We were just talking, sir." "You were just talking. Did you enjoy your talk? I hope you did. I'd ask Canedy himself, but as you can see, he's not here with us today." Horne stifled a sob. "Private Horne, I'd like you to apologize to your squadron for putting all their lives at risk. I'd like you apologize for all of your fallen brothers and your fallen sister." Horne faced the men and the woman of her squad. "I'm sorry. I should not have left my post, I truly regret what I have done. I'm so, so sorry." She broke down into tears during her apology. "Well, isn't that so fucking sad!" he mocked her. "You're an embarrassment to the squad, soldier. You don't deserve to wear this uniform!" He grabbed at her tunic where the squadron symbol was and her tunic ripped open, exposing her ample bra-clad breasts. "Pathetic." He pushed her to the ground and she lied there, crying, on all fours with her rear in the air. She hung her head, ashamed to look her fellow soldiers in the eye. They couldn't see her crying with her light brown hair obscuring her face. Zaraki fingered his pistol looking at the prostrate female, her tunic riding up in the back and revealing her underwear. Horne couldn't see him re-holster his pistol, she only felt Zaraki grab the back of her head and describe in a low voice what a "fucking disappointment" she was. He pushed her face into the dirt and she offered no resistance, crying and waiting for him to shoot her in the back of the head. Instead of a bullet, the next thing she felt was his long-nailed fingers on her back as he pulled her panties down. She lifted her head and looked quizzically at her squadron with red eyes as they avoided her gaze. Was he-? Horne then felt her feet being spread apart and, before she even realized that her genitals were bared behind her, she felt something pressing against her vagina. In horror, she looked behind her to see Zaraki kneeling before her bared buttocks, his tunic pulled up and his pelvis moving forward. "Cap-!" she started, shocked. Using his left hand, Zaraki grabbed the back of her head again and forced it to face her squad again. She couldn't believe what was going on. Not until she felt the head of his penis force its way inside her dry vagina. She then screamed out, "No!" He made no noise as he filled out her cunt, only grunting as he slumped over her body, his heavy chest weighing on her back. She tried to push him away, but he grabbed her right hand with his, squeezing her gloved hand tightly and pinning it to the ground. She was terribly dry and his member hurt as it penetrated her, but she didn't know what to do. If she put up serious resistance, he would likely kill her. That was, if she could even get from under him. The captain was much stronger than her. She felt him grow harder inside of her body. As he began humping her backside, she hung her head again, crying. He pulled her head up so that she could look at her squad. As humiliated as she was for her mistake last night, the additional humiliation of being overpowered and raped in broad daylight, in front of her fellow soldiers was too much. She shut her eyes tight and wailed at her misfortune. The soldiers of 103rd Squadron stayed in formation, most of them averting their eyes from the writhing couple before them. Even though she had cost some of their fellow soldiers their lives, they would not have wished this torture upon her. Yet, a few of men could not resist occasionally looking down at the exposed thighs and blushing doll-like face of their beautiful companion, silently envying the captain. Horne continued sobbing. How could he do this to her after being so kind to her when she was younger? He was surely not the man she once knew. "Big brother," she pleaded, too softly for any of the other members of the squad to hear. Zaraki did not stop. He continued pumping her body as she half-heartedly tried to wiggle her hips away from his. It instead had the opposite effect; he grew further aroused as her buttocks slid around his thighs and her pussy twisted and grabbed at his dick. His grips on her head and on her hand tightened when he began fucking her hard. Sweat beads dripped down from his forehead and onto the ground next to her, next to where her tears had wet the ground. He eventually began slamming into her and they grunted together with each stroke. The penetration was no longer painful for her, as her cunt had started to moisten up a little. But the force with which he was pressing her into the ground made her exhale forcefully. And it hurt when her chin occasionally grazed the ground from his powerful strokes. Zaraki roared in his grating voice and she felt the telltale signs that he was cumming in her pussy. Although the very notion was horrific, she was relieved that her ordeal was finally over. Unless he still intended to kill her. Zaraki tucked himself back into his clothes and sat straight up, once again exposing her bare asscheeks to the squad, as well as her asshole and abused pussy to the captain still behind her. She laid there on the ground, afraid to move. Captain Zaraki leaned over and whispered in Horne's ear, "We're even." Her brother had saved his life and now Zaraki had spared hers. She understood. |