KITE: Chapter Three (Part 1)

Chapter Three

The Last Night

On the last night, Maeve and Jessica left them alone again.

Each knew as none slept, for they knew it was the last night before the descent. For a while they lay awake, sleepless, waiting, alone. Miyuki heard Alison leave her bunk and enter Faizah’s, heard their soft sounds, gentle breathing and she knew she wanted to live.

Dayna heard these sounds too and saw the shapes in the dark as Catherine silently entered Maia’s bed, saw Maia’s face turn toward the scant piece of flesh trying to join her, saw them pause, then the covers lift, an arm go around Catherine, pushed away wordlessly as she slid down between Maia’s legs.

The injustice made her very angry.

“Toy!” she shouted, enjoying the silence as the others paused.

“Toy! Pleasure me!”

***

She looked out into the red again and this time she found herself hoping he would come again, waiting for the calm, rich voice.

She knew his sounds this time, and though he approached as quietly as before she knew he was there before she felt his fingers on the small of her back. She tensed all the same, her skin rising in goosebumps, her eyes closing. His strong hand teasing her hair aside to uncover her neck he kissed her just below the ear.

“Am I such a fool?” she asked herself, but who knew what tomorrow would bring? It was difficult for Corps to touch or be touched, but difficult also to be alone, and who knew how much more time there was?

She let him turn her towards him, if tomorrow were to be the last day?

He kissed her again, she put her hands against his chest, pushed, but this time there was no strength, no will to resist. This time she kissed him back, her lips moving gently on his, pulling at his lower lip, enjoying his taste, oen hand moving behind him, the other to touch his face. 
                                      

He began to peel off her thin uniform, seeming to know his way around the bodysuit, peeling it open to expose her breasts and her taut belly, stroking one hand down her flank as he kissed her cheek, her neck, working his way down.

She yielded, a light sigh escaping her lips, as he kissed her neck. She briefly thought how unwise were their actions, but it had been a long time since she had known tenderness, felt like forever, as his kisses passed lower she briefly rested her head on his, her hands slipping down his combat suit, stroking his shoulders, his back..

He cupped and kissed her breasts, taking her nipples in his mouth in turn, biting gently and then flicking with his tongue, feeling them grow firmer, and then slowly working his way down across her taut stomach, exploring the defined muscles. He pulled her uniform down further, exposing her sex, and stroked a finger across her mound and lips. She sighed again as his finger touched her warm softness, discovering that after all, she wanted this, biting her lower lip, resisting an urge to move her hips, to brush herself more firmly against his finger.
 

He began to kiss and lick her, his finger stroking her lips gently, each side and then parting them. She’d known men who would never kiss the sex of PK... and it was not as if all the rumours about what the girls endured at the academy, and later, were false. He pressed in a little deeper with his fingertip as his lips closed over her hood and then pulled gently. 

She let out a long light moan and trembled a little, it had been a long time since something felt good, her fingers stroked his ears, his hair, gently pulling him to her, she felt warm. “He knows what he’s doing”, she felt herself being brought along, moistening on this tongue as he slipped a finger inside her.

He was starting to grow more eager, a little rougher as he pressed a second strong finger into her, slowly pushing both in deeper... testing her? All the while, nibbling at her hood, as well… as well as any man she'd ever known, his tongue now lifting the hood, finding her bud, teasingly gentle, swirling around, flicking and swirling again.

She pulled him to her more firmly, pressing herself to his lips and tongue. In the Corps, they take a lot from you, they can make it hard ... to experience pleasure, but his tongue on her was good, so pleasurable, as his fingers explored inside her, she felt dampness on her thighs, was it hers or from his mouth? It didn’t matter.

Time passed – beyond their awareness, drifting, swirling even as his tongue moved around her bud, eventually he stood up, running his strong hands – oh strong! - up her sides, and then he kissed her again, rougher than before, and she could taste herself on his lips. He guided her hands to the crotch of his combat suit, where she could feel his excitement too.

She licked her lips, enjoyed her taste on him, she stroked him and smiled, words sprang to mind but she suppressed them this wasn’t the time to be PK, she stroked his shape, and reached inside, her slender fingers touching his manhood very lightly. He grunted, desperately hungry for more, but he managed to contain himself, to let her continue at her pace. She felt his hot breath on her skin.

She stroked his flesh, the size was good, and he was smooth, she pulled apart his fatigues so that she could see. “He’s clean this one”, she stroked more and then fell to her knees, leaning forward to kiss the tip. Her breath light on him, tickling the skin of his manhood, her lips lightly brushing.
 

He groaned and for a moment he almost wished he was the kind of man who'd brag about his conquests to the others. Not that he never had, but this was special. His hands stroked her hair and cheeks, the small twitches in his fingers telling of his struggle to keep from simply grabbing her and slamming in deep and hard.
 

She kissed again and again, small butterfly kisses, she felt his fingers twitch, his excitement build and she pressed her tongue at the hole, Her lips moving to pull a little on the head, her fingers stroking down to his sac, teasingly gentle.

She licked then, tasting the first salty drops of pre-cum, then pulled back, a little string of fluid between her lips and him, and she smiled, smoothing it from him with her finger to bring it to her lips. She dipped forward again this time taking the head in her mouth, her lips pulling at the rim, her tongue moving across the underside. She couldn’t remember the last time she had time to enjoy a man, or be enjoyed, she felt a twinge of sadness again 

He stroked her hair and her cheeks, groaning softly with pleasure. Every instinct told him to take her hard, fuck her up, but he didn't... he hadn't felt like this in years. And she's a PK squad leader too, someone he saw breaking the nose of a man more than twice her size only hours into the jump. His manhood throbbed hotly as she pleasured it, he groaned again as her mouth moved on him with such tenderness – so rare for a grunt, who usually had to take his pleasures through whores or... there wasn't a man among the grunts who hadn't been part of breaking a female captive through rape and torture, but some of them liked it more than others... it was difficult though when the orders included … he pushed those thoughts away... and even Jessica's light teasing felt better than any of that to Nick.
 

She moved down, her tongue flicking at the underside, her fingers gently pulling at his balls she stroked under his sac, and dipped then sliding back up her teeth gently grazing his skin, dipping again it touched the roof of her mouth. She could feel that he could only barely contain himself and refrain from thrusting down her throat. His cock was huge and warm in her mouth, filling her almost completely. But then he pulled out, and gently but firmly pushed her backwards to the floor.

She looked then into his dark eyes her arms reaching toward him, legs falling open to allow him close, she felt his weight upon her. She craned her neck up to kiss him. 

He thrust inside.

She lay back feeling the joy of first opening, of the fullness inside her, the feeling of completeness, she cried out, a tiny yelp, arching her back and then down again to raise her head and look at him, he was big, thankfully. The academy had been hard on Jessica too, another difficult memory.

He pulled her hands over her head, holding them there, Jessica squeezed on him, far tighter, than Maeve could have, she had not seen or experienced everything Maeve had, but she had seen enough, more than enough. She squeezed herself on him, wanting him to have to push inside, to feel her resistance, she leant up to kiss him though. Sometimes it is possible to be happy.
 

Nick took her more forcefully, pushing deeper into her. He pulled back, thrust back in, and again. Strong, big and powerful... in the position she was now, she probably couldn't have stopped him if she had wanted to. He groaned with lust and pleasure as he took her with powerful strokes.

Jessica yielded, taking each stroke, she whimpered with pleasure, biting her lower lip, why couldn’t all men be as this? She moved on him, meeting his thrusts and squeezing and milking him inside, her legs wrapped around him, to pull him in, she tried to move a hand to touch his face but he held her tight.

Jessica felt such joy at the sensations of his movement inside her, the pressure of his weight upon her, she felt alive, she felt, for a moment at least, not a Squad Leader, not even Corps. She entwined her tongue with his, pressing her hips up to meet his thrusts, squeezing him more, wanting all of him inside. As he thrust again, she winced as the head of his penis brushed her cervix.
 

As she winced he began to pull his strokes back, though he wanted desperately to give her his entire length, then as she pushed up to meet him, and being careful not to hurt her, he could not hold back and thrust in deeper and harder, taking her completely, the crimson light of hyperspace pulsing around them, red lights and shadows across their skin. His grunts of pleasure grew louder, and while he strained to make himself last, she could tell it wouldn't be long for him now. Feeling him grow close,  she tilted her hips back, causing him to rub near her opening, against her firmness, her ridges before her softness, she closed her eyes, hoping she could catch him up. She rocked, tasting him, feeling him, clasping him inside.

His pace increased, fucking her hard now, driving his cock in deep with every stroke, loving her tightness around him. She could tell he was really making an effort to last. Impressive, considering the circumstances – he probably hadn't had a woman in months, and yet he cared about her pleasure to. “You're amazing...” he grunted as he thrust into her, then kissed her hard once more.

She kissed him back, fiercely, she could feel the waves rising too, grateful he was holding on. She felt the waves rising, as he ground against her, she felt him too beginning to twitch, felt him trying to hold on as she tried to let go. She began to tremble.

Joy rose in him at her trembles of pleasure, and it gave him a final reserve of resolve to keep going, despite how close he was, how his cock spasmed and swelled. He grunted hard as he fucked her with long, powerful strokes, pinning her in place beneath him. Almost all his self-control now gone.

He held on. Jessica felt relief as she began, she felt the ripples inside and her tremors grow, she felt the heat on her and clasped him inside, her tremors transmitting to him, she cried out in joy, just for a moment, her small hands clenching, her thighs closing around him pulling him tight.

As she cried out, he let all self-control go, and thrust into her wildly a few final times, before tensing, grunting loudly as he climaxed, shooting hot semen into her in long spurts.

Jessica continued to tremble squeezing and milking him inside, her legs still tightly wrapped around him craning her neck up to kiss again and again as he flooded into her. If she were a silly girl she could love him... how did such a thought enter her head? She lay back, smiling, for a moment anyway, happy, at least until duty returned. 

                                   

Eventually, he pulled out, semen seeping from Jessica's sex to the deck. Only now did he let go of her wrist, and stroke her cheeks, kissing her more lightly. “That was... great,” he said, grinning a little sheepishly.

She reached up to touch his face and smiled again, "Thank you". Then her look hardened once more, she had responsibilities, she had duties, she looked down at herself, relishing the moment, wishing she could have kept him inside. She grabbed her uniform again.         

                                               

He saw her look, and nodded, understanding. “I hope I can see you again,” he said, giving her a final kiss. “You don't have to be a Squad Leader all the time...”        

                       

She watched him go, smoothing back her uniform, wet inside, but drying, the fabrics specially designed to absorb sweat and other bodily fluids.  "Yes" she whispered, leaning against the viewport and with moist eyes looked out into the red maelstrom.

But ‘tomorrow'? Who knew what kind of reckoning awaited? When the artificial dawn came and they all descended?

***

(to be continued...)

KITE: Chapter Two (Part 2)

(contd)

The others returned in dribs and drabs, Faizah and Alison together, fingers touching as the entered, Maia as always alone, silent. Jessica alone too, her face clouded she called the squad together.

“Section Commander Rand has informed me there will be training before planetfall.” She lloked around at the faces of her squad. “It has been decided .. that the training will be counter interrogation “

There was a rumble of concern amongst the squad then, always bad news, unpleasant enough by itself it did not augur well for the mission. She watched their faces, Maeve disinterested as always, Dayna’s smirk hiding only perhaps a bigger smile.

Inwardly Dayna’s smile turned even more wicked. Oh yes... the counter-interrogation... she had the highest level of interrogation studies in the squad, and was almost always assigned to the counter-interrogation training sessions as chief interrogator. “This will be fun...”

“I’ve been given only one name for subject of the training, and that is...” Jessica paused, this was never good news, and today, she was not sure she approved of the selected candidate. “Trooper Kavan.”

Catherine’s wail of distress was pitiful to hear, as she turned and rushed away to throw herself to her bunk. The reaction of the rest if the squad was muted, her wail hiding Dayna’s snigger but eliciting almost no response from the other troopers,  none watched her, relieved to have not been selected themselves, they waited to hear who had been assigned interrogator duties.

“Interrogator duties have been left to my discretion.” Jessica continued, Dayna could feel the excitement bubbling up inside her... oohhh Catherine and so soon, life is GOOD.

“I have assigned Corporal Lund. Training will commence at 21:00 hours ship time, everyone else, your time is your own.”

Jessica sat on one of the transit containers, as the others went to their bunks or left again, alone she watched Catherine, until she couldn’t any longer, and she too silently slipped away.

Dayna watched her leave, thinking now maybe she understood Maeve’s resentment of the little bitch, to deny her like that. She looked at Maia… Maia? Interrogator? What a joke!

***

Jessica found herself at the viewing deck again, looking out into the red and orange, billowing like clouds or smoke or flames themselves. She found she felt very tired, that she didn’t want to stand and so she sat, as the red light played across her small face looking up at times, unable to at others, wondering if the cat would come again.

It seemed like a lot of time passed, she found herself toying with her boots, was she waiting? Something hurt deep, deep inside.

Eventually there was that rich voice behind her again. “Ma’am… are you ok?”

She thought a moment, but refrained from reminding him of his rank, “Trooper Harrington.”

“Yes Ma’am.” He approached behind her, still thinking of the previous night, his finger tips gently touching her hair, but she leaned, twisted away at the light touch.

‘I pushed too hard, too fast’, the though flashed in his mind, it’s easy to forget when you’re used to taking what you want, or … or doing what’s expected of you. He still wanted her, wanted to touch her so badly.

Jessica leaned away, turned to look at him, her pale eyes wavering and then sliding away, how could she say she did not want to be touched, could not stand to feel human contact, tonight of all nights? How could she say how much duty hurt?

“Can I sit with you ma’am?”

She nodded, backing away to the viewing port, watching the man as he sat beside her, strong muscles, but lithe, smooth face, smooth skin, not pockmarked clear eyes, not the yellow , this man was not riddled with drugs like most of the grunts. Dark clear eyes. They sat, watching the red and each other. Several times he shifted, his anxiety palpable, no less than her own she was sure.

“Talk to me ma’am?” he reached out a hand to touch her leg, instinctively she pulled away, curling up to hold her shins and rest her chin on her knees.

How could she stand to be touched? She knew what Maia was doing to Catherine, what she had ordered Maia to do. Part of her almost wanted Catherine to snap, at least that would get her away from combat, get her back to Corps HeadQuarters, get her out of her own hell and out of the way of the rest of the squad.

“What can I say to you?”

“Anything..” he paused, “what hurts?”

“Life.” Her pale eyes flashed to him again.

“Then talk to me about life…how did you get here?”

“I was born.”

“Aw now ma’am, you know what I mean.”

***

Miyuki lay on her bunk and wept, she hated herself, hated her weakness, and her hatred.

Jessica was gone again, she should be protecting them, she hated Jessica too now, a Squad Leader should protect her team, but Miyuki had noticed that Jessica could hardly stand to be in the barracks, was gone whenever duties allowed, even at night. She had a feeling Jessica hardly slept anymore. Maeve was gone too, as soon as Jessica had left, had slipped out, she hated Maeve too because she knew Maeve simply didn’t care.

She lay and listened to Alison and Faizah, as they lay together on Alison’s bunk above her. Their light moans and soft sighs, the quiet whisper of their gentle brushing kisses and caresses. So different from what Dayna wanted.

She hated their care, their love for each other, their delicate wet sounds, their light breath, cooing calming voices, that they could love each other while she lay beneath them in fear and despair and loneliness.

She lay alone on her bunk beneath the gentleness and tenderness just inches above her and hated herself… she knew where Catherine was now, and what Maia was most likely doing to her, and she felt shame, Catherine had the right to fear and hurt too, they all did. She lay on her bunk her face damp, the fear tight in her chest, she had resented Catherine’s fear and despair when she had been at Dayna’s mercy and wished her suffering onto Catherine, and now it was, she hated herself all the more..

***

It hurt.

Each time the probe approached flesh and the arc of bright energy burst from the probe’s forked tip to flesh with a snapping sound and the smell of ozone, she flinched.

It hurt.

So uncomfortable, so distressing…so… disappointing, Maia was doing it ALL WRONG. Dayna shifted uneasily as she watched Catherine scream under Maia’s probe. There was no menace, no threat, just Maia’s calm voice and the briefest of touches on Catherine’s skin, she’d only taken the probe near Catherine’s nipples twice since they’d started.What kind of anti-interrogation training was THIS?

This wasn’t counter-interrogation training, this was tickling.

She couldn’t take it any longer, stepping forward and touching the probe, she looked into Maia’s empty eyes, before finally feeling the relief of turning her attention to Catherine.

“It’s time for foreplay, precious!” She touched the probe to Catherine’s hood.

***

Jessica watched him, why would she talk to this man? She sighed and looked at her boots again, one leg falling to the side, he shifted again uneasily, did she not know what she was doing? And yet she seemed unaware, absentmindedly grabbing a narrow impractical heel. Why should she not?

“Corps took me from Gauda Prime.”

He nodded, shifting his position to face her, the red behind her, silhouetting her small frame, as she continued.

 

“My parents settled there before I was born, took one of the Government settler loans like everyone was encouraged to, testing themselves on the New Worlds, extending humanity’s frontiers.

“Life had been hard for them on the inner planets, everyone said the frontier worlds offered new lives, new opportunities, they took the loans to pay for transit, tools, a one room housing  unit, seed, fertilizer, everything they thought they’d need. Set off full of dreams and hope, my sister Rebecca barely walking.

“Except...” she looked up, he could see it was a difficult memory, but her eyes were dry. “Except there was no food on Gauda Prime nor earth enough to grow any, each year there was not enough to sustain us let alone repay the loans. My father bought more land, more loans, cleared the sparse shrubs, tried to grow enough for us to live. But all that grows on Gauda Prime is moss and lichen and shrubs barely wider than my arm.

“We ate the moss, we ate the lichen, even tried to eat the bark and small animals.

“But there was never enough, no matter how much we worked or how far we searched. We had to scavenge, looking further and further from home. I learned to forage and to track, and to hide.

“When my younger sister Rachel was lost, we never knew what happened, whether one of the gangs had… had taken her... “

Nick looked up, “The gangs?”, but a sharp shake of her head told him not to press the point, he saw her shoulders rise and fall in a silent sigh. He wondered for a moment why this woman was different. Why he felt differently.

“Or… or the indiginous Skrell.

“We cried, we searched, it broke our hearts, broke my father’s spirit, we all cried but there was almost relief in their eyes even as they fought against the thought… of one less mouth to feed.

“Then there comes a day when any money lender stops lending and wants their money back.

“There was no food to live, let alone to sell, there was no money to buy more land, no money for tools, or fertiliser or seed, but EarthGov wanted payment.

“My family had nothing, the house barely kept out the wind let alone the driving Gauda Prime rains. My elder sister Rebecca took the fever and died that winter, but Earthgov still needed payment.

“I was all they had left.

“And that was when EarthGov took me. To pay my parents debt.

“That was how I last saw them, on that barren grey land, Rebecca gone, Rachel lost, alone, but finally debt free.”

He wanted to touch her, hold her, but he could see the futility of that.

“I was lean, wiry, agile, even then, and Earth needed troops, needs troops, and since they... they owned me, they could do what they wanted, they took me into the Corps… and there they taught me…

“They taught me to survive.”

***

Finally the pain was too much and Catherine passed out, Dayna’s frustration overcame her, she held the probe against Catherine’s clitoris, her body twitching under the crackling energy but there were no more sounds, no more cries, or gasps, no more whimpers, she held the probe longer, until.. until a draft of steam wafted the smell of burning flesh to her nostrils.

 

That was some consolation, she started to push the probe inside when a thin pale hand took hold of her arm. Her head snapped to the side to see who was daring to interrupt... blue eyes, dead eyes, she was still convinced nothing lay beyond them, and yet, somehow she knew it would be a mistake to resist, Maia wordlessly took the probe from her, placing it in her own belt.

Instinctively Dayna took a step back as Maia moved between her and her toy, silently covering Catherine’s nakedness again and releasing her from the restraints. She lifted the tiny girl from the framework and carried her away.

***

Nick sat, still watching, but Jessica seemed to be withdrawing again.

“I’m a kite, the wind blows me and I follow where it takes me… but always held, always on a string all the same.”

When she turned away again, he knew their second night was over, he slipped silently away as the red played on her features again, he paused a moment though to watch her from the darkness, but he had nothing to say.




(Chapter Three to follow when images are completed)

KITE: Chapter Two (Part1)

Chapter Two

The Second Day

The mess hall was quiet on the second day – it seemed the grunts had learned their lesson the day before, their sullen stares followed by averted eyes when Jessica or the rest of her squad caught their glances. It led to a growing confidence amongst them.

Nick had arrived early in the mess hall, stayed late, ate slowly and long after his squad had left he watched, she looked at ease, comfortable with her squad. He felt strange, almost as if he were intruding, spying, wondering if he misread her? Should not have pushed?

He didn’t know why he felt this, she was nothing special, he’d taken more beautiful women before, why did he feel different this time?

***

After mess there was a training session in the gym and after that Jessica gave the squad free time, each wandered off.

Miyuki anxious to explore – her first off-world experience, she wandered the corridors, watched at the door of the map room as the fleet officers turned and twisted the holographic star charts and red clouded hyperspace lay line charts.

She wandered up to the observation deck and in the red warmth looked out into the tumult as Jessica had, barely feet away, the previous night, she felt herself pulled into it, first mission, deep in the red, far, far from home.

She wandered aftwards, the low hum and the vibrations of the decks drawing her towards engineering, the unusual sounds, smells, the electric taste in the air, all exciting and new.

She wandered… she wandered alone down the corridors... darkening as engineering grew nearer…

Then she thought she heard footsteps, and the clanking of metal against metal, coming closer. Just someone from the ship’s crew, hopefully? The ship had women on the bridge, in the map room, in medbay, but down in engineering, it was mostly men, and even some young Corps-born boys working as grease-monkeys in tight shafts. The sounds were coming closer, though, sounding ominous, and then she could hear sounds from another direction as well.

Suddenly the dark didn't seem so welcoming, she turned back the way she had come, dark shapes there between her and the light, large shapes, three men, their shoulders huge, bulked up by the steroids, thee men across the corridor. She smiled. Why did she smile? Corps don't smile, they order. She stepped forward towards them... determined to show her strength and intent.

            

Even three against one she would have a chance, her speed and reflexes boosted higher than any man could match, although if one of them managed to pin her down, things could turn… ugly. “Don't be afraid, pet... we only want to have some fun with you...” one them offered, leering. “You're a pretty one, for sure...”

A little fear rose in Miyuki's mind then, she adopted a guard stance “You boys didn't learn yesterday?” she replied, but there was a slight waver to her voice. Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps behind, she looked behind, three more, the three in front advanced a step.

“You have one chance... give up and submit, and you might actually have a nice time, pet. But if you try to fight us...” The man had an iron pipe in his hand, and he made an up-and-down motion with it, demonstrating how he would use the thick metal rod on her. Six men... she couldn't hope to win in a fight against six men, not when surrounded.

Miyuki relaxed, and her head dropped as if she were submitting, hearing the scrape of their boots on the floor, a crazy thought entered her mind that it could almost be their knuckles dragging. The man with the pipe was close now, she ducked, grabbing the pipe, even the least of the Corps was a match for this brute, bringing the pipe whistling down onto the side of his knee she heard it splinter and his scream, she swung the pipe again, this time a squelch and a crack as it hit the second man's head, his neck suddenly lolling.

'I’m doing it!' she thought and then the pain behind her knee brought her down.

She was pushed hard to the floor, the metal grating against her cheek. “Bad move, bitch,” she heard one of the men say, as he grabbed her hair, “but I kinda hoped you'd fight it...”

He slammed her head against a metal cabinet with a crunch, filling her vision with dark red spots. Then he did it again, before dragging her upright by her hair. A second grunt pulled her limp arms behind her back, and bound her. A third grunt had opened his fatigues, and extracted a huge, filthy cock. It smelled awful. “You're gonna suck this, bitch, and if I so much as feel any teeth, we'll knock them all out and then break every bone in your body, got it?!”

The smell was repulsive, the cock was repulsive, the man was repulsive, she kept her mouth shut, another blow her across the eyes. The four unhurt grunts were standing around her now, as the one with the broken knee cried in pain behind them, the other lay still, (his neck slack, she hoped he was dead), seemingly forgotten, but for the hatred that seemed to grow and grow within them. She kept her mouth closed

"This should make her open her mouth!” one said. Someone parted her legs, the man who had taken the pipe from her landed a hard blow with it across her crotch, and then a second one.

“Shoulda given up while we gave you the chance, and you might have had some fun with us all night!” he laughed. “Think we should make a movie of us having her, boys? Should be something every man will want to see, one of these bitches broken to cock!”

The pain was hard - but she'd taken it before, still she curled up, their hands pulling at her hair, pulling her back upright, her left eye was beginning to close, her lip swelling but some bravado remaining, they were still scared, she could hear it in their voices

The metal pipe was tossed to the man with his cock hanging out. “I'll have your mouth if I have to break your jaw to get it open, cunt. Don't you get it, you're just rape-meat for us now?!” He seemed pissed off that she didn't submit and surrender to him, the way girls like her surely did in his fantasies and the VR shows.

Miyuki's breath was coming back now, she should be able to cope with this, the others would. Trying to remain calm, her arms constrained, options somewhat reduced, she suddenly lunged forward, feeling some of her hair tear out in their fingers, her forehead connected with his groin

           

“Cunt!” the man groaned, but then he found himself and launched a knee at her. Fortunately, it only struck her shoulder, but it hurt even so. Then Miyuki saw something emerge from his chest... the tip of a knife? Her vision was a little blurry, but the man's jaw dropped. He had been stabbed straight through from behind. Before any of the grunts had had a chance to react, he was shoved aside, and Miyuki could see Dayna's tall, panther-like body come into view.

           

She showed the palm of her hand against one man's cheek, then stabbed her other hand at his face with two fingers extended, slightly curled. With a sickening sound, she pulled out the man's eye, then left it hanging down his cheek by merely the optic nerve. She grinned wide at the two remaining men as she caught the pipe, before it had even touched ground. “So, who was it that talked about getting raped by this?”  she purred, and the two grunts broke and ran.     

Dayna gently lifted the handcuffed Miyuki from the ground – she was shockingly strong, at least compared to Miyuki herself – then kicked the man she had gouged. “Don't be babies, the medbay can fix you up, at least if you get there in... oh, about five minutes. Better get running!”

Miyuki stumbled as Dayna lifted her, strong arms so comforting and looked at the male wreckage around them, the men she had hit, one still trying to crawl away on his shattered knee, the other, still laying where he fell, his neck horribly askew. Was this really her first kill? A mobile infantry grunt? Weren't they all supposed to be on the same side? She felt nauseous, but couldn't tell if that was the realisation or the pain. The man with his eye out was curled up, whimpering, holding his eye between fingertips, moving as if to try and replace it then crying again. The other... laying in a pool of blood, his limp cock still hanging out pale and stinking.. she stepped on it.

"Please Dayna.. take me out of here"

Dayna nodded but then knelt... "just need to collect something"

           

With a quick, practiced slash, she cut something from his groin. Some more blood spurted, but not a lot, and she dropped the objects into a small bag on her hip. Moving swiftly then to the man with the broken neck, she repeated the action, offering the objects to Miyuki, she smiled "You earned these", but Miyuki turned away, bile rising.

"Oh well" she said tossing them into the corner with a sickly plop. Then she dragged each of the fallen figures further into the darkness, away from the paths the EngTechs might follow. Finally she aimed another kick at the whimpering man in the corner - "I said FIVE MINUTES!"

Then she took a firm but gentle hold of Miyuki, and led her away, back towards their quarters. Dayna had to fight not to show how much she enjoyed seeing her squadmate in handcuffs – she looked so vulnerable.

***.

Kristian Weber fell back against the wall, his heart pounding, his eyes damp, gasping for air.

This wasn’t how it was meant to be. They were GROPOS, Mobile Infantry, the biggest, toughest brutes EarthGov could muster. He’d trained and built since he was a child, they all had, they were strong, Earth’s strength, muscle and bone. This wasn’t how things were meant to be… there was an order to things, and now Asher and Ringo were dead.

How could this be?

There is an order to things.

Weber touched his tender nose as he slid down the wall to the floor, there was an order to things, and yet yesterday that little red haired girl, the smallest of them, had broken his nose. A girl? Fit only for fun or breeding.

He heard a sound and started, was he really afraid of girls?

Later that first night he’d fucked one of them, the other redhead, fucked ‘til he was raw.

And she had laughed at him, laughed at them all.

And today, that other little one, the chinese, six of them, and she’d broken Stirling’s leg and Ringo’s neck… his neck. Ringo, who had taken Weber down in training more times than he could count. Ringo, who had risen to the top of the squad, Ringo who’d led them to victory in countless inter-squad training missions, Ringo who had broken a man’s arm arm-wrestling, Ringo had been killed.

And even then some honour might have been salvaged, but for that black girl. He could still see that shiny metal protruding from Asher’s chest, and the blood, and someone’s eye?… and he had run.

“There has to be an order to things.”

***

Miyuki flopped down on her bunk, only then did the tears begin to flow. Dayna sidled up next to her, to hold her

"It’s OK Miyuki... we can handle their sort"

"But I couldn't… I was so afraid... Corps aren't meant to be afraid"

“Shh...” Dayna said, stroking a strong, dark finger across her cheek. “You didn't do too badly. But... now they'll know that you're not invincible, and they might try again...”

"How do I cope if they try again?"

           

“I... I'm not sure, sweetie,” Dayna said, and she had to suppress a smirk. “I might be able to take six of them, but you...” She made a small shake of her head. “I know you're pretty good with guns, Miyu, but you know they'll only let us break those out once we hit the ground...”

"Don't leave me alone Dayna... please" her dark eyes looking up into Dayna's equally dark eyes. "Please don't". She began to sob again. "I need you".

           

Dayna tilted her head. “You're asking for a lot, Miyu...” she said softly, loving the desperation in the younger girl's voice. But she stroked her cheek once more.

"I.. I .. know.. I should be able to cope... I just... don't know how" she moved to hold onto Dayna suddenly remembering she was bound, the tears began to flow again "Oh God Dayna how did Ii end up like this… please help me... please"

           

“Maybe I could look after you, Miyu... even protect you when we get into combat...” Dayna loved the feeling of power she got from manipulating the younger trooper like this. She stroked Miyuki's hair softly. There was a big 'but' hanging in the air – she wanted something in return.

"Yes… Yes" said Miyuki, restless now in the restraints. “That!"

“And what would you do for me, little one?” Dayna asked in a soft voice, again stroking her finger across Miyuki's face, down to her lips.

The question hurt, but Miyuki knew she needed Dayna, even just to live, still there was always the cost, nothing in life was free. She visibly sagged a moment. What would she give to live? She thought back to the filthy men in the corridor. What would she give to live? It couldn't be so bad, “Anything", she whispered... finally.

Dayna smiled gently. “Do you really mean that, precious? You would be my slave?... make my bed, shine my boots?...” She lowered her lips to Miyumi's ear. “Pleasure me, any way I want?”

Miyuki's hopes rose as Dayna started speaking but fell again, always in life there was a price, and this had to be better than the alternative. She knew, even if she had submitted the grunts would not have let her live to talk, resolve began to stiffen inside her, she looked up again at Dayna. "Yes"

           

“That's my girl,” Dayna said with a smile. “Once you're mine, I won't let anyone else touch you...” She kissed the younger trooper softly, her tongue probing in between her lips, while her hands peeled off as much of Miyuki's whites as she could while the girl was still cuffed.  Miyuki yielded to her, Dayna's lips soft on her, her tongue gentle, it was a price she could pay, as she shifted her weight to help Dayna remove her whites, peeling them down her arms, stopped by the handcuffs.

           

“You're so shy and sweet, Miyu... didn't they break you of that in training?” Dayna asked her new pet. “I was fucked a hundred times before I even turned twelve...”

Miyuki shook her head, training was getting shorter as the losses grew, even new recruits knew the corps was over stretched, Miyuki had been 'trained' and 'prepared' yes, but to nothing like the level the older troopers had endured, and what Dayna had endured was nothing compared to those bred in the Corps. God only knew what Maia and Alison had seen and endured.

Miyuki kissed her in return ‘a hundred times?’, it hurt just to think about it, she had been 'lucky', barely double figures, if one didn't include the anti-interrogation 'training'.

           

Dayna continued to peel away Miyuki's whites, and stroked a finger across her lips, probing a little inside her. “Yes, I can tell... this is the tightest I've ever seen in a Corps girl, Miyu,” she said, smiling. “I like that... you're so pretty...”

Miyuki gasped as Dayna's finger dipped shallowly inside, this was a small price to pay to live she leaned back a little, the sensations were pleasant.. not like in training, not like the men and women with the rough hands and the objects. She moved her hips a little at Dayna’s touch. Dayna continued to stroke and finger, feeling her grow slick inside. She gave her another kiss, deeper this time, before finally breaking it. She knew she could have Miyuki any way she wanted, but she enjoyed toying, manipulating her.

She helped Miyuki down on her knees on the floor, still handcuffed, and then pulled aside her own tight uniform to expose her own vagina. “Show me what you can do, Miyu...”

Miyuki looked up, past Dayna's pudenda, flat stomach and breasts, Dayna was smiling but it wasn't a kind smile. Miyuki leaned forward, edtending her tongue ‘til the tip made the barest of touches on Dayna's hood. She flicked her tongue, moving the hood ever so slightly, wondering if the touch was enough. The strong hand on the back of her head soon told her it was not as she found herself pulled forcefully in

“Mmm, young tongues are always the best...” Dayna grunted. “So smooth...” Not only that, she gained immense pleasure from young trooper’s submission, how she was whoring herself for protection from the men. “You'd better learn to do it right, precious... you'll be doing this every day from now on!”

Miyuki smelled her, strong, wondered how often Dayna cleaned, not often she suspected, her nose forced in, she licked harder, her tongue now slipping between Dayna's fat lips parting them, her smell, stronger even than before, Miyuki tilted her head back delving further, the taste strong, like her scent.

“You've wanted to do this ever since you first saw, haven't you, little Miyu? Wanted to be my little slave-pet?” Dayna moved her sex across Miyuki's face, covering the young trooper’s face with her juices. “Tell me how much you like it...”

She felt the wetness on her face, Dayna's taste strong in her mouth, she swallowed, the taste was stronger than those at the academy.

"I love…" she paused "to please you" she wanted to leave, but thought then of the men, their stench, stronger than Dayna's , their foulness,  this ... she could do this. "I love to please you" she smiled.

“That's my girl...” Dayna said, moaning with pleasure as Miyuki licked her. No one could survive the academy without learning how to use her mouth on men and women both. Dayna herself had been used harder than most, since she was tough and could not be broken. Then she shifted on top of Miyuki, and her anus was pressed to the young trooper’s lips. Miyuki knew it was coming, she'd not seen half what some of the other girls had but she knew, she felt Dayna's puckered little hole on her lips and pushed out her tongue again, feeling the rippled flesh, circling.

           

“Nnnhh!” Dayna grunted as Miyu stimulated her. She's good, she thought, I'll have to keep her alive, at least until someone even younger comes along... Most Corps sisters disliked how the new recruits came ever younger as they were rushed through training, but to Dayna, it was all to the good. Maybe I can get two at the same time some day?  Maybe even today, maybe Catherine" Dayna pondered, wondering where the rest of the squad were, pushing herself onto Miyuki’s tongue, feeling its soft point pressing into her.

Miyu's nose pressed now inside her wetness, as her tongue pressed also, she heard the door hiss open but she couldn't see, who entered, just the sound of heels, someone hitting their bunk, watching? not watching? she didn’t know. It seemed as though Dayna rode her mouth harder then, to demonstrate her ownership to the newcomer.

Maeve, though, just gave the couple a look and a shrug, she'd seen this so many times in her years, this and worse. There had been girls who had been forced to be the plaything of their entire squad, or girls used as toilets by their owners, even girls whored out to the grunts.

Miyu felt Dayna push harder, her tongue probed deeper inside, feeling Dayna tightening on it almost popping out, not a word from the other trooper... not Jessica, she guessed, nor Catherine, she pressed harder again, the taste bitter. The door opened again.

           

This time, Miyuki heard a gasp of surprise, followed by a small whimper, Catherine's voice. “Never seen something like this before, Catherine?” Maeve asked her in a tone of voice that sounded almost bored. “They don't do basic training the way they used to...” She snorted. Dayna shot Catherine a hungry look, her grin almost feral.

Dayna rode Miyuki’s face harder still, finally, an appreciative audience. Catherine backed away, Dayna heard her back into the wall, the small whimper again, she pulled Miyu's head hard to her, grinding down hard onto her nose, her mouth. She heard Catherine sliding along the wall away towards her bunk, She grunted, rocking her hips again, Catherine hit her bunk, rolled away a small sound?  Like a rodent. "Priceless!"

Maeve seemed annoyed by Catherine's reactions. “Kid, either you're strong enough to look after yourself, or you find someone else to do it for you and pay up.” It was clear from the sound of her voice that she was completely uninterested in taking Catherine in. “And did you hear? Another round of fucking counter-interrogation training coming up... that shit bores the fuck out of me...” Maeve had been through the training more times than anyone else on the ship, and she told the others that these days, she could go to sleep in the VR-suit and not wake up until the session was done. That wasn't quite the truth, but she sounded completely unconcerned about being tortured for hours in the simulation.

Dayna almost laughed, Maeve always cracked her up, ‘how could she be so blasé? When there was so much FUN in the universe?’ she pushed down hard on Miyuki's tongue, feeling her sphincter opened. “Damn, so much fun to be had... why waste it?”

           

“All the way in, precious” Dayna commanded her plaything, and grinned as she tried to see Catherine hiding in the dark corner. Dayna didn't think she was ready to submit to her yet – she'd have to do something to Catherine to make her understand she had to serve.

She began to rock on Miyu, then paused, a little doubt in her mind.. "What if this was enough to drive Catherine to one of the others?" She wiggled on Miyu's tongue, "Nah…  Maeve doesn't care,  Jessica wouldn't,  Maia... Maia's not even sentient... on shore-leave, Maia had never joined her on any trips to brothels, for girls or boys, had never joined in when Dayna abused enemy soldiers or civilians, whether for information or amusement. She's not looking for a plaything. Faizah and Alison? They have each other. The others? None are as strong as me...  oh she'll be fun alright"

           

Maeve yawned, "Aren't you two done yet?"

           

“Wanna come over, Catherine? There's a hole here for you as well...” Dayna taunted the younger girl – she didn't expect any results yet, but that would only make the eventual breaking of Catherine all the sweeter. “And I said all of it, Miyu, every inch of tongue!” she said sharply. Miyu gagged slightly, at the bitterness still there as Dayna wiggled on her again and then thrust almost pushing her over. A small yelp came from the far side of the room

Maeve rolled her eyes. “If you're going to make her your toilet, take it to the head – or this place will smell, and the brass will have us do a full cleaning, just on principle.”

"I haven't decided yet" she laughed back "maybe I should" she felt Miyuki flinch and pulled her tighter, a plaintive cry came from Catherine's bunk.” Ahh life is good!”

Miyuki's face ran with dampness, Dayna's juices, her own tears, but after a while it became like a dream, though her tongue ached and her nose too, she felt battered and tired, and all the time, there were Catherine’s pitiful sounds. What right had she to cry? She felt a resentment growing inside her.  This was happening to her not to Catherine, what right had Catherine to be so weak?

She held onto that thought until Dayna climaxed, drenched her, pushed her to the floor, laughed and went to the head.

***

(...contd)