Her suddenly drenched panties seemed to suggest that...

Garcia looked more than a little surprised all of a sudden, but she still couldn't contain the guttural groan that escaped her lips around half a minute later. Grinning in delight, you moved closer to her; the soldier's gaze continuing to follow his dick's movement the entire time. Then, you placed your hand on your self-proclaimed new equipment's black lacy panties and found them drenched in an abrupt wave of arousal.

"Oh, sir," She moaned, her eyes darkening with undisguised lust. "I can feel it working even now. It's like you flipped a switch in your equipment and turned me on! Incredible..." She whispered as she stared at your naked cock in wonder.

You made a silent cheer in your mind when you heard that, but you needed to be completely sure.

"Are you telling me the truth, Private?" He pressed.

She looked up for the first time since becoming attracted to your hard member, and so quickly at that it almost gave you whiplash.

"Always, sir!" She replied vehemently. "I have never directly lied to my commanding officers back when my body was effectively owned by the US Military. I am not about to start now that I belong to you, sir."

You nodded with a growing smile, pleased with her answer. But then your mind caught up with the implication in her precise wording and you raised an eyebrow.

"Good to know. But, out of curiosity, does that mean that you have lied to your previous commanding officers indirectly?" You asked her.

She winced on reflex at that and now you were extra curious to hear that story. The soldier sighed but nodded.

"More by omission than by anything else, sir," She acknowledged. "But yes, I must confess that I have."

You raised an eyebrow at that. "And what was the biggest secret you have kept from your commanding officers by way of omission?"

Garcia blushed on the spot but opened her mouth without hesitation. "That I am in a sexual relationship with one of my teammates, sir. I kept it to myself because it's against military regulations sir, and also because no one asked me directly."

Now THAT revelation had some delicious mental picture potential, and it made your cock harden again after your experimental tangent distracted you from what you were aiming at earlier. You smirked at her flushed face.

"Well, don't keep me in suspense now, who is it?" You asked her. "Specialist Zhang, perhaps?"

"You hadn't met her yet, sir," She responded, surprising you. "She was with the rest of our squad that got separated from us. Her name is Kristen Vanders. She is one of the two engineering specialists of our Special Forces squad, but I hadn't seen her for the past 2 days, sir."

You blinked at that, suddenly remembering Lieutenant Mills' off-hand comment about being separated from the rest of their group before going into survival mode. You could almost feel the gears turning in your head at that moment.

"How many women are there in your entire squad?" You ask her.

"Twelve, sir, if we include the four of us that are now under your protection," The Private explained.

Then she paused for a moment, biting her bottom lip for a moment with a look of concern. "Assuming they are still alive, that is." She added, her voice barely above a whisper.

You looked at her, noticing from her half-naked body language how worried she now was for her teammates in general and her lesbian lover in particular; despite trying to hide it. And suddenly...you were filled with conviction.

You still had no idea where that wonderous marker came from but it allowed you to claim these people. That meant you were now in charge of them in this dangerous world for good or ill. And that came with responsibilities, especially if you wanted to play things smart, in order to improve not just your situation in the long haul, but also for all of your new followers.

So, seeing the value in the idea in and of itself aside from knowing that the teammates will also be happy to reunite, you nodded to yourself.

"Tell you what, Private," You began. "Tomorrow we can set up a meeting and go over all of the resources at our disposal and think of a plan. Now that we have the power generator back online plus whatever devices you have kept inside your Stryker, we may be able to contact them through a radio or something. But I give you my word as your owner here and now: If your team is still alive and somewhere nearby, I will do my best to reunite you with them."

Then you smiled at her. "And if we can find Kristen, know that you have my permission to love her in the open. But either way, you don't have to worry about that rule from your old commanding officers anymore."

Garcia's eyes widen at that and the smile she beamed at you was radiant. Then you realized that while she had looked at you with devotion before, now she stared at you with loads of admiration as well...and with more than a little hope in her gaze.

That made you feel a big wave of affection at the half-naked soldier right then and there. Your smile widened at that moment.

"Permission to speak freely, sir?" The Special Forces-trained soldier requested.

"Granted." You responded with a nod.

"Command me, sir," The gorgeous Latina asked of you, her eyes now sparking with desire. "Command me to only be sexually attracted to you where men are concerned for as long as I walk this earth. Make it so yours is the only cock I will ever want to service with all of my being. Ruin me for all other men quite literally, sir, and then use me however it pleases you," She begged, her tone hungry with more than just her fervor. "And if we find my girlfriend, please let me have a threesome with the two of you."