Your mother is the first one to speak as your sisters are shocked by the whole idea. Milly actually starts to cry a bit but stays brave.
"What sort of rules?"
"No injuries, nothing that leaves a mark. If a man hurts you more then the group leadership thinks is necessary they don't get access to the women. Simple as that. Hurt one of the women bad enough and they may decide to kill the man right there. And if the doctor says you're pregnant, your name is taken out of the hat they make fertile men draw from. It cuts down on the rapes."
Tracy finally cuts in, "So- food, water, medicine, and protection from the gangs out there who would gladly rape and kill all of us in exchange for getting raped daily, though gently in comparison."
"Yes."
They let that sink in, then your mother asks another question, "Is there a way I can take it all myself for the three of us?"
"No, if we do this we'll be processed- including being tested for how fertile we are- and that will decide policy."
"I say we do it." Milly says, to the surprise of everyone, "I mean, there's no guarantee that a gang won't find us tomorrow, gang rape us, and kill us all. At least this way we'll live. Otherwise it sounds like a decent life actually, as good as we'll be able to get."
Your mother takes a moment to think of this, and nods. Tracy looks between the two of them- and stoically nods as well.
"How many other women will there be?"
"14."
"Alright, we'll do it. Just promise us this, that you won't hurt your women."
You and your father nod, you can do that. Hell, for your father it was probably unnecessary- as you heard it he got himself "fixed" after Milly. Between that and his weight he's got very little if any sex drive and is about as fertile as a radiation-blasted rock. You're the one they are going to make fuck women, possibly including your sisters and mother. Decision made, your father heads for the radio to tell the decision. It looks like you have a trip to make tomorrow. |