When she tried to walk, her steps were short and uneven — a clear limp.
Every movement made her freshly stretched asshole sting and clench, forcing another small dribble of white fluid into her underwear.
After only a short distance, she was clearly struggling. I stopped and turned my back to her, crouching slightly.
"Climb on. I'll carry you."
Rachel hesitated for a moment, then climbed onto my back, arms wrapping around my shoulders. As I stood and began walking, she leaned in close to my ear, her voice low and anxious.
"You're not allowed to tell Maya or your mom what happened… I don't know how I'd face them if they found out."
I gave a small nod of agreement and kept walking, carrying her the rest of the way back toward camp.
When we finally reached the bamboo shelter clearing, Maya was already outside. The moment she saw us, she walked over, brows slightly furrowed.
"You two… where were you?"
