Changing to a first person narrative for the second part. A bit long like the first part. Timelines are blurred and may not be accurate. This is a fantasy, not to be taken seriously.
I checked out of the camp very early the next morning. It was still dark when I reached the place where I had encountered the women the previous afternoon. I waited, hidden in the bushes for an hour or more, as the morning light spread across the area. There was no movement anywhere around, except for the birds in the trees, the squirrels and rabbits rustling amongst the bushes.
I approached the camouflaged door as noiselessly as I could, with my rifle drawn. I could hear muffled voices coming from inside. And then a rough, raspy, heavy cough. A male cough! Not a sound a healthy male would make. It was accompanied by a painful groan and a moan. Someone was sick. A male member along with the two females I had seen the day before!
I timed my entry with the next heavy, pained cough. I pushed the door open with my foot and rushed in, my rifle moving from left to right, covering the room.
The young girl was right in front of me. She shrieked and jumped back against the wall. The older woman was not too far away. She too shouted and dropped whatever it was she was carrying and the contents spewed across the floor.
My rifle sights came to rest on the floor where a man lay. The lower part of his body was covered in blood. He coughed and rasped and tried to get up. The young girl lunged to a rifle that was propped against the wall next to her.
"Stop! Stop! All of you. Stay still! Don't move!!" I screamed.
I didn't know if they understood what I said, but all three froze. I motioned for the women to gather around the makeshift bed the man was lying on.
"xxx-yyy-zzz?", I asked, naming a rebel organization.
The man tried to answer, but the women looked at each other then at me, and shook their heads. I moved my head, questioningly.
"mmm-aaa-bbb," The young girl answered. And she turned and picked up a placard and showed it to me. A different rebel group, but terrorists to me, regardless.
I pointed at the man.
"Kapitan," The girl answered.
"Captain?"
She nodded. I could not believe my luck. A rebel captain. A mother lode of intelligence! If I captured this man and took him back, it would be a coup in no uncertain terms. We wanted someone like him, searching for these people for a long time. I was sure to be rewarded with a promotion. Perhaps a team of my own to lead. Wow!
But what of these two women? I knew what happened to the helpless and hapless and innocent women caught in the crosshairs of the conflicts. They were casualties of war. Raped and used and thrown away, paying for the sins of their fathers, brothers and husbands. Hell, I had myself participated in these atrocities, many, many times,
But for some reason, I wanted to protect these two. To hell with the man. I can take him back to the camp alone, but I did not want anyone else to know about these women. I wanted them for myself.
The young girl seemed intelligent enough. I felt the eyes of the older woman on me and I looked at her, but I saw no fear in her eyes. Only a plea for help.
I removed my rucksack from my back and put it down on the floor. I moved closer to the man. One of his legs was completely drenched in blood, mangled from the knee down. He wouldn't walk for the rest of his life. He seemed to have lost a lot of blood. He was weak and his breathing was labored and I knew he was in a lot of pain and if left untreated, could also die.
I looked at the girl and pointed at the man. She raised three fingers. Three bullets.
I went to my pack and flipped open a pocket. I showed the women the international sign of the Red Cross. The girl's eyes flashed with want and greed. She nodded.
I took a few things from the bag and approached the man. He screamed in protest. But the young girl and the women screamed at him for a change. He whimpered and quieted down.
I knew a few local words, and using those I communicated with the women. For an hour or so, we tended to the man's wounds with the medical kit I had. I administered painkillers, injected him with sleep inducing drugs, had the women clean the wounds with hot water. I then pulled out the three bullets from the man's leg and cleaned and covered it with clean bandages.
I left behind some clean bandages and ointments and disposable pain killers and injections. I gave instructions to the girl on what needed to be done next, but I was not really sure if she understood. I indicated to them that I would come back the next day. I put my fingers to my lips to tell them to be quiet or the army would come to know where they were. The older woman knew the implications of this and she nodded vigorously.
As I was getting ready to leave, I got the faint aroma of home cooked food. My belly rumbled and I asked if there was food. The two women crouched together against the wall, watching me as I wolfed down the food. It was simple and tasty. I had not eaten anything so delicious in the last six months.
That night, back in my camp bed, I replayed the events of the day. I wasn't going to tell the army about that 'Kapitan'. At least not yet. I wanted to get to know more. Especially the women.
The women! Wow! I had seen them from far away the day before. But today they were close to me, so close that I could smell their scent. The distinct smell of a woman's body, her perspiration, her breath and sounds and mannerisms. Fuck! How long was it since I was close to a woman? Not the whores and the women and girls I fucked in the villages and towns we overran. Someone different. Six, seven months, a year? Fuck. I needed that woman. And the girl!
I thought back to my time inside the hut from that morning. The girl, so fresh and young. The older one, quiet but careful, knowing fully well what a man could do to her and to her daughter.
But I burnt a lot of images in my mind. Their beautiful faces, fantastic natural complexion. Thick, black, heavy silken hair. They wore the dress of the mountain people, and it did nothing to hide their curves. The girl had a blouse and sarong kind of skirt, which exposed her miId-riff and her shapely calves and legs. The woman too had changed to a blouse and long skirt and I could see her fleshy hips and waist. I recalled their deep, deep navels, the smoothness of their waist, the valley between their tits, the suppleness of the still developing breasts of the girl, and the fullness and heaviness of the older woman's tits as they strained against her blouse. The way their dress tightened around their bottom. The curvy shape of their ankles and calves. Fuck! Simple things like those made my dick grow hard. I jerked off twice in succession that night. I was definitely not going to tell the army about the kapitan. Or the women.
