The Deadly Secret of the Dark Tower

Seeing Diesel City from the air was an eye-opening experience. A sky littered with tall buildings as far as the eye could see, airships droning overhead, and factory smokestacks bellowing smoke and adding to the sky’s orange haze. Nat had never even seen a city this large, and not even the cock in her ass was going to stop her from taking it in.

Big Dick Martinez had been all over her since she got on board the airship. Even before takeoff, they snuck off to the head for a quickie, she had him banging her against the wall to a nice, satisfying conclusion. It wasn’t until they’d started wrestling and trying to outdo each other that the sex began in earnest.

She’d tried to bring him to ground, spurred on by the cheers of the other Marines in the training area, but he used his stronger form to pick her up and slam her into the deck. Ignoring the pain, that put Nat in a position to use her long, powerful legs to wrap Martinez up by the neck and bring him to the ground. After regaining her leverage, she found herself basically sitting on Martinez’s face, at which point there was only one thing to do. With a smile she pulled her uniform pants down and sat her pussy right on his tongue, which he obligingly went to town on.

That was the point where everything on the airship kicked off. The women, outnumbered by men four to one, were set upon and uniforms went flying. From that point, it was a two hour no holds barred fuckfest, with Nat finding herself in the middle of it. It wasn’t quite as frantic as the massive orgy in the ceremony yard after the graduation ceremony, but it was really fun.

Katie spent the whole time showing off, trying to get as many guys off as she could in the shortest possible time span. She was on a tear, trading partner after partner, taking a few guys at once, even at one point eating the cum out of Nat’s pussy while Nat was being fucked in the ass from underneath her and someone pounded Katie from behind. Katie just wanted people to cum, it was one of her most endearing traits.

Like that previous day, Nat and Martinez kept coming back to each other. She wasn’t sure how much she liked him as a person, but she sure liked what was between his legs. His dick just filled her up in ways that made her feel wonderful from her head down to her toes. And even when she was effectively blind because someone would shove a cock in her mouth and block her field of view, she always recognized when Martinez had showed up for another round.

As the orgy wound down, Martinez still happily fucking Nat’s ass, while Nat took in the sights of the largest, most industrial city she’d ever seen. She was momentarily distracted by the feeling of someone worming their way between the couple’s legs and feeling Katie once again eating her out while she was taking it in the ass – was that a weirdly specific fetish of Katie or was she just going after Nat’s unoccupied pussy? – she brought her eyes back to the view out the small, round porthole.

There was something eerily beautiful about the gray sprawl of Diesel City. All of man’s ingenuity could really build something impressive. As functional and haphazard as the city looked, there was an aesthetic quality to it all that Nat just couldn’t ignore.

She felt Martinez deposit another load of cum in her ass, groaning as he did so. Between that and Katie’s tongue, it set Nat off as well, she moaned into the bulkhead as she came. She felt rather than heard Katie giggle with delight as it all happened.

Martinez finally pulled out of her ass, leaving her feel empty but happy. Between Lance Corporal West and the second big fuckfest in two days, she was feeling exceedingly sexual and just happy with herself. Being 1,500 miles away from Staff Sergeant Polahn didn’t hurt.

She looked back at Martinez, unsurprisingly seeing Katie cleaning his cock off. “You have any more cum you need to get out of your system?” Nat teased. “I guess you can keep using me if you really need to.”

“Maybe later,” Martinez replied. Nat already knew he’d be a repeat customer, which suited her just fine. If nothing else they were very sexually compatible. “Why, you want some more?”

“Maybe…” Nat couldn’t help but wiggle her eyebrows at him. As oversexed as she was, one more good dicking by someone who knows how to give it to her couldn’t hurt.

It was a shame that was when an announcement that docking was within fifteen minutes. They had to get themselves squared away and ready to be briefed by their new unit commander. Katie took that as a cue to herd the other Morale Marines on the airship into Cum Cleanup duty, with Katie herself setting the example by letting go of Martinez’s cock and applying her tongue to Nat’s ass.

Putting her uniform back on was almost a somber experience. After two wild sex parties in two days, Nat was starting to feel spoiled with all the attention her body had been getting. Nat admonished her inner slut, after the last 36 hours, how could she think to herself that she hadn’t had enough dick?

And yet she wondered what would come next as she saw Camp Rosen’s airship dock come into view. Instead of the outdoor airstrip that Camp Lejeune featured, Rosen’s dock was a tall spire jutting into the sky with angry looking spokes for docking, it maybe started life as an office building or large apartment complex before the Corps took it over. She could see the AA guns bristling on the roof, ready to defend against air strikes, though there hadn’t been any airstrikes in US airspace in years.

The Marines, now all dressed and appearing proper (except for one of the Morale Marines – surprisingly not Katie – who had managed to lose her uniform entirely in the mess and was **** to make her way through the umbilical completely nude), and were marched into the facility. They were directed down eight flights of stairs before being instructed to be briefed in a briefing room at the end of the hall. Before entering the room, Nat pulled Katie in for a big hug. Yes it was a break of protocol, but she just had to share the moment with her friend.

Nat lined up in the small briefing room. They were organized into two groups by a Sergeant. The 0372 infantry in the center rows, the 4133 Morale Marines on the right, and Logistics and Signal Squadron Marines on the left. There were three people on a raised pulpit. One was a Gunnery Sergeant of Asian descent and a multitude of ribbons on his chest. One officer with his back turned, and one woman in ultra conservative civilian clothing. Seemingly sewed on leather pants, tight top accentuating her rather large breasts but not actually revealing anything, bomber jacket, and what looked like a gunbelt, topped by a wild, curly mop of black hair. Using her seemed close to impossible with her getup, it would take a prohibitive amount of time to get at anything interesting. Women were allowed to dress like that?

She felt Martinez’s hand caressing her ass. He really loved her ass. She didn’t know whether to smile or swat his hand away. She already knew if that they weren’t on duty, he’d be right back inside of her.

“Atten-hut!” the Gunny called out. The Marines in the room snapped to attention. This was it, finally she’d get the answers she was looking for.

The officer, presumably Major Ross, stepped up to the podium. He looked… way too young to be a Major. He looked barely older than Nat herself! Maybe twenty years old, black hair, and a trimmed mustache covering the entirety of his upper lip. But there he was, in his Service uniform, wearing more than a fair share of ribbons and awards. A Navy Cross? He had a Navy Cross on his ribbons? How?

“At ease,” the young officer said with authority. The Marines relaxed and snapped their hands behind their backs as was appropriate. “My name is Major Elias Ross, executive officer, Marine Special Operations Command.”

What. The. Fuck. Did he just say Special Operations? This was a SpecOps tour? She tried not to let her confusion show on her face.

“As part of the agreement between the First Marine Batallion, US-Special Operations Command, and JSOC, this new division has been commissioned as the Marine Corps induction into US-SOCOM. This division will be held on par with Army Rangers and Green Beret, and US Navy SEAL teams, and beyond the scope of and in tandem with Marine **** Recon.”

Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit. This couldn’t be happening. Was this happening? Was this actually happening?

“Those of you given zero-three-seven-two tags, your Billet is designated Critical Skills Operators, the primary fighting **** of the new division, pending your verification and further training. You are the best and brightest of the Marine Corps Recruiting Depots, the ones most likely to be able to carry out high priority, high risk missions and come back alive. Your purview will not be primary battle line operations, but instead operations pertaining to the acquisition and prosecution of high priority targets, both personnel and materiel.” He took a beat, surveying the room. “This division is the best-of-the-best. When you are done with this training tour, you will be a fighting **** this world, this war, has never seen before. The Joint Chiefs have often asked what would happen if the Marine Corps joined US-SOCOM. Well this division will provide them with an answer. And that answer is whatever the fuck we want.”

The energy in the room was electric. Forget a dream come true, Nat wouldn’t have dared dream this.

“You will be trained in advanced combat tactics. Advanced mechanics. Aerial and aquatic infiltration. Espionage training. Weapons training on gear from every country on this Earth. You will be trained for any and every scenario of urban and rural warfare. Not all of you will make it through this training period. Some will wash out. Some will request to be dropped. But the ones that remain will become part of a division with full operational initiative and one, singular directive. We are going to redraw the battle lines. We are going to stop the Stadt. And we are going to End! This! War!”

Nat couldn’t believe she was hearing. There wasn’t a hint of nervousness or deceit in Major Ross’ voice. She’d heard promises over and over again growing up, but this was the first time she might actually believe it. Whoever this kid was, he had the poise of an officer far older than his babyface would imply.

“Welcome to MARSOC.”

That was it, with those three words the assembled Marines’ discipline broke down. Nat’s scream of joy joined the cavalcade of similar cheers. Major Ross just let this happen, taking a moment away from the podium to consult with the woman and the Gunny. If you were a Marine, you wanted to fight, it was that simple. Nat could feel tears of joy starting to run down her face. She knew in the back of her mind that a general infantry position was just that. She’d be on the front lines, she’d live or she’d die, and that would be that. Maybe she’d be part of an invasion of Berlinstadt itself or something equally tremendous. But this… this was incredible. She’d be able to make a meaningful difference.

After a few moments the Marines started to square themselves away. The impact of what they were just told was starting to sink in. They were the tip of the spear. Nat had no idea what she did to deserve an honor like this, but being here, she was ready to do what it took.

Ross put his hand up to silence the crowd. There were still assorted murmurs, it was hard to keep quiet after such a revelation. “Okay, settle down everyone,” Ross added. It took the assorted Marines a moment to finally regain their composure. Nat tried her best to get back into the traditional At Ease pose, though she felt like she could cry from joy at a moment’s notice.

“There are a few caveats here, so I’m just going to run down the bad sides of this posting. First, let me introduce you to Aileena Ross, my sister.” He referred to the woman in the bomber jacket behind him. “She’s our OSS liaison. Now I assume you all know what OSS is?” No one declared otherwise, whether because they all knew or were just too scared of Ross to say otherwise, that she didn’t know. “Okay. Well her presence here means that everything we do here is classified, from our operations all the way down to the kind of toothpaste we use when brushing our teeth. Not a word to the outside world. You may notice a whole squadron of Morale and Welfare Marines, they’re not just pretty faces, if you need to talk to someone, to get something off your chest, talk to them.”

Nat risked a glimpse at Katie, who broke rank for a moment to flash a supportive smile. They both returned to eyes forward with the quickness.

“Item two, the women of this division are now exempt from certain elements of the Unified Military Code.” He held up a bottle of pills. “These are benzo-diethylene pills. Contraceptives. They are illegal everywhere in the United States except this division, where their use is mandatory for any Operators.” Holy shit. Mandatory? Could he do that? “We are going to be training the kind of fighting **** the world has never seen before, if you get knocked up and end up drummed out on medical, then you’re no good to us. You’ve been told your whole lives patriotic duty is to have children for the cause. I’m telling you your patriotic duty is to fight for your country, and fight hard. The choice is yours, but understand that if you choose to not take the contraceptives, that will be considered opting out of this training program and your MOS will be reassigned. Female members of signal squadron and Morale teams, you have the option to take the contraceptives at your discretion. If you feel your duty would be better served continuing to get pregnant and have children for the state, then that’s your decision. If you would prefer to remain child-free and maintain a measure of continuity with this unit, supporting the Operators, that’s also valid. You will not be removed from the program in either case, that restriction is only on our field operatives. Additionally, for both groups, if you would prefer a surgical option instead of a pharmaceutical regimen to prevent pregnancy, our Corpsmen are prepared for that.”

Well that was new. This guy was rewriting the rule book, and by the sounds of it he had the juice to do so. The various Marines in the room seemed as baffled by this new state of affairs as everyone else. How did Ross get permission to do that?

“Finally, this is a systemic training unit. Meaning we are all training together with the explicit purpose of going into the field together. I am not your drill instructor, I am your commanding officer, and I will remain so once we reach operational status. Morale teams, your job is to support the Operators but that means you may be needed in the field as well, as ringers or non-combat support operations. As such you’ll be receiving advanced training as well, not to the level of the primary Operators, but enough to not be a detriment in the field should your services be needed. I know that is not what most of you signed up for.

“This unit is new, it is different, it is bold, and it is unique.” Ross seemed so sure of himself, and it didn’t seem like youthful overconfidence. “Visit the Med Bay for your physical exams, after which you’ll receive your bunk assignments. Two to a room for enlisted. Over the next week of physical preparedness testing, the three of us will be meeting with each of you individually. If you have any questions, take it up with Gunnery Sergeant Nakashiro.”

Nakashiro? He was Japanese? They allowed that? Then again, Katie was Italian, and they allowed her. This weird-ass unit was going to take some getting used to, that was for sure. Now that she thought about it, a Japanese-descended Gunny would be among the least weird things she'd heard today.

“I look forward to serving with you all. Good luck, gods bless, and semper fi. Dismissed.”

Nat burst out into nervous laughter. Even with Polahn making it clear that he’d try to stop her from making infantry, here she was on a Special Operations tour with the weirdest unit in history.

Martinez, as excited as Nat was, apparently decided he needed to celebrate. He roughly pulled down Nat’s pants and roughly jammed his cock into her from behind. “Yessss…” she found herself hissing. She knew it wasn’t “proper” to enjoy being used this much, but she couldn’t help it. The excitement of the room had gotten the better of her.

Martinez pounded her pussy hard and fast, clearly trying to get something out of his system. This suited Nat just fine, a nice hard fuck to take the edge off the day. She was still sensitive from the airship orgy earlier, which helped lead her to a small but satisfying orgasm as he filled her cunt up with his big cock. She had to hold back her moan though, she knew exactly what would happen if she let it loose. She was wearing fighter’s tags, being looked at like the unit fucktoy wouldn’t help her prove herself in the unit. Besides, that was Katie’s job, not to mention the other Morale Marines who Nat couldn’t wait to get acquainted with.

Martinez finally came inside of her with a grunt. They were both panting heavily, happy to dispel some of the tension they were feeling. “Can you believe this?” Martinez said, pulling himself out of Nat and leaving her dripping with their fluids.

“Hell no.” Nat pulled her pants back up. A few of the other Marines were engaged in similar activity, but most were talking with each other trying to figure out what they were just told. Gunny Nakashiro started trying to organize everyone, get them moved on to the next phase. Now that she could hear him speak, he had a thick accent, it just so happened his accent was a Californian one. It sounded like he grew up in San Francisco or something. One of the other trainees in Jacksonville had a similar accent.

She filed out as per Nakashiro’s orders, falling in step with the other Marines. This new interior base took some getting used to. She was so used to stepping out of a briefing room straight into the North Carolina sunlight.

Her first stop was Medical. She stripped naked and put her uniform and equipment in the provided locker, watched over by a Corporal with a stern and angry look on her face. Her uniform was splotched with fresh cum, meaning she was being used only recently. That would have been against regs since she was clearly on security duty and interrupting that was grounds for a punitive detail at least. Whoever the unlucky Marine was, Nat silently hoped it was worth it.

Nat made conversation with the male Marine in front of her, a Comms PFC on the Signal Squadron named Colby. It was a friendly enough conversation, though it wasn’t long before he started complaining that he needed to stick his dick in someone. For sanitation reason, sex in the Med Bay was prohibited.

A pair of enlisted Corpsmen came down the line of Marines, one holding a tray of syringes, the other applying the syringes to the Marines in the line one by one. Nat didn’t even flinch as the needle was plunged into her upper arm. She’d been hurt worse fucking. Another pair of Corpsmen repeated the process, picking another spot on her arm. Then another, then another. After a total of seven syringes of whatever medicine Ross’ med team were giving them, she was ordered to bend over. Sadly, instead of an injection of cock, all she got was one last needle in her butt cheek.

The actual doctor who examined her was a Navy Captain, technically outranking even Major Ross. This was a big-time unit for sure if their med team was this robust. He was polite and thorough, going over Nat in detail. A female Corpsman took a blood sample as the Captain went through the intravaginal and pregnancy examination.

After a very thorough examination, the big question came up. “Tell me about the surgical contraceptive option, sir,” Nat asked.

“Why do you want to go that route?” the Captain asked in reply.

“If I’m going to be in the field, I want to be able to concentrate on the mission. Not whether or not I remembered my pills that morning.” A beat. “The process, is it reversible?” Nat didn’t know whether she even wanted kids, but this was the first time the option not to had ever been presented to her.

“By law, it has to be,” The Captain replied. “Intentional permanent sterilization is highly illegal.”

Nat felt like this might be a CYA answer, but she let it drop. “What’s the process?”

“We insert what we call an Intrauterine Device, or IUD, into your uterus which will decrease sperm mobility and prevent fertilization. It’s very effective.”

“What’s the recovery time?”

“None. We could do the procedure right now and you can move on to your next qualification phase. It’s non-invasive.”

Some surgery this is looking to be. “Sign me up. Let’s do it.”

“Doctor?” one of the Corpsmen asked, pulling the Captain aside.

“One moment, Private,” the doctor said. That wasn’t a good sign. The two of them left the examination room.

Nat lightly played with her exposed pussy while she was left alone in the room. It occurred to her that she may have spent more time out of her new uniform than in it today. So much had happened since she woke up this morning.

It was a while later when the med staff returned. The doctor handed her a clipboard. “Read through and sign these, Private, and we’ll get you squared away.”

The first one actually made Nat stop in shock. On the form were words she never thought she’d ever read.

Authorization to Terminate Pregnancy

So, her lot in life had finally caught up with her. And now the Dame question finally had to be answered. A long life of sexual pleasure and physical bliss? Or a life of danger, terror, and possibly a life cut short by ****?

She looked into that Dame future. She saw herself in Florida or New York, modeling, acting, doing TV, movies, getting herself used by celebrities and the rich and famous. Maybe even marrying one day. She had already been approached once by an acting scout back in the Academy, and she was way hotter now if she didn’t say so herself. But she saw one thing she just couldn’t get passed… regret. The regret of not taking the chance to end this fight and make a better world for her children.

She wanted to make a difference. If she was going to have kids – and this was the first time she even had the luxury to think about that choice at all – she wanted them to live in a world where they wouldn’t be **** into **** labor or military service. Nat was one of the few who chose to fight. And being given that choice was an incredible freedom she almost didn’t even understand how to handle.

Nat signed the form.

It was almost three hours later when Nat, back in uniform, made it to the indoor firing line. She felt strange and almost in a fugue state as she put in her ear protection. There was a dull sensation inside of her. The procedures had been done quickly and without incident. She was always so good at getting herself back in mental shape after an incident, but she was having trouble processing the monumental decision she had just made.

Thankfully her sense memory was able to take over for her. She put her goggles on, checked the safety on her new M4, waited for the armory sergeant to give the fire order, and proceeded with the fire tests as they were given. Standing shots, kneeling shots, prone shots. 50 meters, 100, 200. All the while, precise and professional. The firing line was almost a blur to her, she was caught in her own head. Her training had paid off, well over 95% accuracy, most shots center mass, even with all the distraction. She’d pegged a few headshots just to be on the safe side. The armory sergeant accused her of jumping the gun and showing off. Nat didn’t really have a response.

Her evening mess experience helped to get her out of her head. As she was looking for a place to sit with her tray full of slop, she was invited to sit in the lap of a jovial Lieutenant, and she was all too happy to oblige, not that she had a choice in the matter. Getting fucked while eating took some getting used to, but the physical contact made her feel much more human. She needed something inside of her, and officer dick was a rare treat for the recent graduate.

After mess, she found Katie in the workout room engaged in her favorite exercise routine. Workouts were traditionally done in the nude for all Marines, which made it hard for clothing to get in the way of either one’s exercise routine or one’s use routine. She was happily bouncing on the dick of a guy trying to run a bench press, with another guy standing next to them making use of Katie’s expert mouth. Nat tried not to laugh at her friend. Every time someone called Nat insatiable, all she had to do was take one look at Private Denare and know how much worse she could be.

She went through her extended workout routine. Pushups, crunches, weight-assisted squats, a four-klick run around this unusual indoor track, weight training, a swim, and finally a run through the obstacle course. Maybe it was Katie’s presence running interference, or maybe the other Marines got the impression that Nat was off limits with how hard she was working, but she was only used twice during her workout. The first time was by someone eager for an assfuck while she was working on the piston-augmented shoulder press machine. It messed up her rhythm a bit, but she made it work. The other time was when a pair of Marines caught her as she was getting out of the pool from her swim, she found herself screaming as her pussy and asshole were mercilessly fucked. It made her run through the obstacle course a little slicker than usual, seeing as their cum was dripping down her legs for the first two sections of it, but she still felt like she made good time.

Katie was a cummy mess as Nat spied her. Knowing Katie, especially now as making people feel better was literally her job, she probably went around to every guy in this place and offered up her holes, and Nat knew very few guys who would pass that offer up. Even now she was basically being fucked into the floor, her shoulders on the rubber ground while her partner held her legs up, regardless of how covered she was in man juice. Nat had to admit that she really liked the way Katie’s pussy looked as it was devouring a cock. And Katie made no secret about how much she loved it.

Nat left her friend to enjoy her sexual escapades, and found her way to her assigned bunk space. It was a small apartment, two small beds popped on each side of the tiny living room, and even an attached bathroom and shower! She had her own shower! Nat grinned widely at the sparse accommodations, she’d never had the luxury of her own facilities before. Sure she’d have to share with her bunkmate, but that was one person instead of a whole group home or academy dorm or training barracks. She luxuriated in the private shower, enjoying having her own showerhead and water supply. The hot water felt amazing against her battered skin. She took her time soaping down, enjoying the Hollywood shower, cleaning off today’s work and extended sexual use, and taking time to shave off what little body hair she had.

She looked at herself in the mirror after her shower, wearing only her towel for her hair and her dog tags. This morning, she had been nervous, now she was excited on a level she couldn’t begin to describe. She gazed happily at the swell of her breasts and the pink, round nipples they were capped with. She felt wanted, desired, important. She felt sexy in a way she hadn’t really before. She was a fighter now a real 03 infantry. She was wearing Special Operations tags.

She sat naked on her bed, reading her issued MARSOC training manual, getting ready to put her vaginal exerciser in and go to sleep when her door opened. This must be her bunkmate. In the back of her mind, Nat had assumed it would be Katie, since they were already close friends. But it wasn’t. Nat looked up at her bunkmate with a twinkle in her eye.

It was Martinez.

With a lewd smile and no words between them, Nat made a show of spreading her legs and giving him a look at her wet and glistening vagina. That was all the introduction he needed, Martinez dropped his gear, ripped off his uniform, and tackled Nat into her bed.

Nat didn’t know what time it was when they finally tired each other out. Well after lights out, that was for sure. Other than Lance Corporal West that morning, he was the only memorable fuck of the entire day. She fell asleep with a pussy and ass full of cum and a big smile on her face.