Whispers and Screams

Nat stepped into the Major’s office, stood at attention, and saluted. “Private Nat Hayes reporting as ordered, Sir!”

She’d been in the training squad for three days now, and it had been grueling. Gunny Nakashiro had been running them all ragged. Major Ross had been keeping his promise, giving one-on-three interviews to every Operator in the unit. And now it was Nat’s turn to face the gauntlet.

Ross was in his service uniform, the brown and green on-base uniform so rarely seen among officers. His sister / OSS Liaison Aileena was wearing another one of her overcomplicated, hard-to-remove outfits. A white blouse that clung to her delicious looking breasts, another pair of tight leather pants, these black, and some kind of shawl looking thing in a sky blue. It almost made the spymaster look delicate, though the now-familiar gunbelt belied that assumption. And finally was Lt. Bernard, Ross’ senior adjutant. Most of the communication between Ross and MARSOC over the interview period came from Bernard, a quiet and unassuming man with a pair of heavy hydraulic prosthetic legs. How he remained in the service was a mystery to Nat, most Marines with that sort of injury would be medically discharged.

Ross barely looked up from his desk. “Strip,” he ordered.

Nat didn’t hestitate, she pulled off her boots and socks, peeled off and carefully folded her uniform, and removed her panties. Her breasts were too small to need a bra too often, and she often chose not to wear one. Got in the way of being used, and she loved it when someone paid attention to her tits. She placed her garments carefully on the chair to her left before returning to attention and saluting again, now completely nude.

“No hesitation. Good.” Bernard’s voice was scratchy and weak.

“No, Sir,” Nat replied.

“Some have,” Bernard added.

Nat let that sit without comment.

Aileena stood up with no small amount of grace and circled around Nat. Nat could feel her gloved hand caressing her back before moving down to her ass and giving it a squeeze. She could feel herself getting wet at the lovely woman’s touch.

“Private Nat Hayes, age nineteen. Place of birth listed as Boston.” Ross looked up from his file to give Nat an incredulous look. He didn’t even accuse her of lying, he clearly just plain knew it. Nat kept still as Aileena snaked her hand between Nat’s legs. Her intense nervousness and intense arousal were fighting with each other. “High scores in Marksmanship, though Staff Sergeant Polahn seems to have fudged them. You would have qualified for Sharpshooter. Great PT scores, including what I believe would have been a record in the four-hundred meter dash if not, once again, for Staff Sergeant Polahn. Graduated fifth in your class, just under the placement for Private First Class, signed off by, guess who, Staff Sergeant Polahn.” Ross finally looked at Nat. “What did you do to piss that man off?”

Nat stifled a gasp as a leather-covered finger slipped inside her. Aileena was serious about either distracting Nat or getting her off. She tried not to smile at the pleasure of the spy’s touch.

“Permission to speak freely sir?” Nat was trying very hard to concentrate as Aileena fingered Nat from behind.

“Go ahead.”

“Born without a penis,” Nat replied somberly. Aileena knew what to do with her fingers. She shuddered at her touch, but tried to stay professional.

Aileena bent over and sucked Nat’s nipple into her mouth for a moment. “Oh, she is lovely,” Aileena said with a deep British accent. Huh? I thought they were siblings?

“Poise under pressure, and she is very, very wet.” Aileena gave her ear a little lick. “You love it, don’t you?”

“Answer honestly,” Bernard added.

“Yes, Sirs, Ma’am,” Nat admitted.

“Stand at ease,” Ross ordered. “Give her room to work with.”

Nat felt the corner of her mouth tug into a smile before bringing her discipline back. She slid her legs open and clasped her hands behind her back. Aileena wasted no time putting two more fingers inside Nat. She once again stifled a moan. The woman was talented!

“Why did you want to be a Marine? Honest answer.” Ross asked.

“I want to fight the Stadt.”

“You’re very pretty. You’re young. You’re sexy. You could get any guy taking care of you and live for a long, comfortable life.”

“I know,” Nat replied. “But I want to fight.”

“The Stadt won’t show any mercy. Untermenschen like us are their favorite targets.”

“Us,” he’d said. Interesting.

“Then I won’t show any mercy to them, either.” Nat allowed herself to smile. “Nazis happen to be my favorite target.”

“You want ****.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes, Sir.”

“You lost your mother in one of their camps, your father to paranoia and fear, and your siblings to the war.” Nat briefly panicked, though was brought to her senses by Aileena pinching her clit and licking her neck.

“How much do you know?” Nat didn’t want to ask him that, but her mouth said the words before her brain could stop her.

“I know that Nat isn’t short for Natalie. Your brother’s name is Natan. You took his name when you reached the States.” He smiled softly. “Isn’t that right, Nechama?”

He knew everything. It wasn’t even a question.

“I think she’ll be perfect,” Aileena said, pulling her fingers from Nat. She walked back to her chair, licking Nat’s juices off of her gloved fingers.

“You have the motivation, you have the talent, and you have the determination. And Ailee likes you.” Ross smiled at her. “Sergeant Major Dillon pointed me in your direction, and I’m glad he did.”

Nat couldn’t stop herself from grinning. She remembered the incredible dicking the Sergeant Major had given her during the post-graduation celebration. He’d let on that he’d been paying attention to Nat, and now she knew why.

“I’ll be sure to thank him,” Nat replied shakily.

She stood at ease in silence. Major Ross looked over her naked body with controlled interest. The silence was making her even hornier, if that were possible. The Major was a total cutie, and so was his sister. Nat wanted to fuck them both so bad.

“I hope you understand how strenuous your training is about to become,” Ross said, finally breaking the silence.

“Yes, Sir,” she choked out.

“This is an elite unit. We’re tasked with operations that would be considered suicide missions for regular units, and would be expected to come out alive and ready for the next one. Your BCT scores are excellent, but that’s only a small part of this journey.” Ross sighed. “I’m not running cannon fodder here. You’re expected to be above and beyond.”

“Yes, Sir,” she continued. In her mind, she was begging him to fuck her. She wanted to see what the young major looked like under that uniform so badly.

“One last thing,” Ross said.

“Yes, sir?” She was really hoping that his order was going to be to suck his cock or something like that, but at this point it seemed unlikely. This sounded like a wrap up order. But she would get her chance at some point, she wasn’t about to end her training without getting a good, very hard test drive of her CO’s cock, or his sexy sister’s cunt.

“From this point forward, in this office, that’s your uniform,” he said, giving a lustful look over her naked body. “You’re permitted to wear your dog tags, and that’s it. Leave your uniform with my yeoman on the way in.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“That’ll be all. You’re dismissed, Private.”

Nat saluted the Major, who returned it, before picking up her uniform and boots, turning crisply on her naked heel, and leaving the Major’s office.

Fucking twatblock! After getting so turned on by Aileena and then NOT fucking anyone, Nat left the meeting extremely horny. Ross’ yeoman, a cute little Navy Petty Officer with a babyface and neatly tied up red hair, was at her desk. She wore the latex uniform well.

“There’s no chance I can get you to eat my cunt until I cum, like, six times, is there?” Nat growled at her. She already knew the answer, so she started to pull her panties on.

“Sorry, hun,” the yeoman replied with a cute little Southern accent. “On duty.”

“Some other time,” Nat breathed. She was losing it, she needed an orgasm badly.

“Lookin’ forward to it!” the yeoman replied with a big smile. All the southern charm, that one.

Nat went to the mess, and quickly pounded down a bottle of water and a bowl of oatmeal. She wanted something quick and hearty. She used the restroom, got showered – alone, sadly – and made her way to the gym.

Nat was once again happily nude upon entering the gym. Even though Gunny Nakashiro now recommended that every 0372 now train with full uniform, weapon, and ruck sack, Nat wasn’t here for that. Her cunt was aching, and since every Marine in here not actively working out would also be naked, she could find someone to remedy that quickly.

Sure enough, she found a pair of upstanding Marines – in more ways than one, their dicks clearly needed attention as well – talking to each other on a bench. Perfect. The Patriot Repopulation Act said that she had as much a right to demand sex as they did. And while women rarely used that function of the law, Nat was too horny to care. Fuck propriety, fuck the “woman’s place,” she needed to get off.

She walked up to the Marine on the left, the typical Midwesterner with the high and tight haircut and ripped body, took his cock into her left hand, and gave him a deep kiss. He moaned into it, clearly surprised. Letting go of the kiss, she turned to her right, the second Marine looking much like the first, but a body more like a California surfer, grasping his cock in her right hand, and kissing him too. She’d never seen either of them before today.

“I need you two to fuck me, right now,” she said, in a low growl.

“What?” Midwest said.

“Are you stupid or something?” Nat asked him. “Your cocks. Inside of me. By law, unless you’re occupied with active duty, I can tell you to fuck the shit out of me, and that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

“Fuckin’ A,” California said, before flat out tackling Nat to the mat. She laughed with joy as she hit the deck. Finally, some action!

What she wasn’t expecting is for California to snake the other way and start eating her out. She moaned in pleasure. Hey, if this guy wanted to start with his tongue, that would be just fine. Not a lot of guys went for it, not wanting to deal with another dude’s cum. Maybe this guy realized that Nat was particularly cock starved with the come on. Or maybe he noticed she was freshly showered and thereby clean. Either way, it felt great.

With California treating Nat’s pussy with his tongue, Midwest had nothing to do but place his dick next to Nat’s face and expect the obvious. Well Nat wasn’t the sort to let a perfectly good penis go to waste, she took his shaft in her hand, and started sucking on it. Mmmmm. Tasted great.

This felt much better. After being teased mercilessly by Ross and his sister, she was finally getting some sex. Even though her pussy wasn’t filled with man meat just yet, at least her body felt alive. California’s tongue and fingers brought her to a small but satisfying and much needed cum, and the two studs promised her more.

After her orgasm, she pulled California up, and rolled on to her knees, sticking her butt up at Midwest. “Your turn,” she mewled before taking California’s dick into her mouth, returning the favor. He was thicker and juicier than Midwest was, but still felt great in her mouth. She couldn’t wait to get it in her pussy. Midwest decided to follow orders, and start applying his own tongue. Unfortunately he lacked the expertise that California had, but it wasn’t like it was awful or anything.

Eventually, though, enough was enough. She needed to get filled. “On your knees,” she told Midwest. She danced her tongue around California’s cockhead as he pulled himself off of his stomach and lined his cock up with her entrance.

“Now give it to me.”

She groaned as Midwest thrust his dick into her. Good Lord this was just what she needed, a nice big cock to fuck away the frustration. As she was getting fucked, she doubled down on California’s blowjob. Her wet pussy gushed as it was invaded by the wonderful cock. Midwest’s hands were on her ass, using it for leverage. G-d gave her a big ass for exactly this reason, she felt. And while Midwest didn’t know much about using his tongue, he really knew how to use his cock, sliding in and out of her and hitting all of her favorite places.

It was Midwest cumming inside of her that set off her second, much bigger orgasm. Her pussy convulsed and gushed over his cock as he filled her with man juice. They moaned together, her moans muffled by California’s dick in her mouth, their mutual orgasm sending waves of pleasure through Nat.

“Wow,” Midwest said. “That felt great.” He pulled out of her, letting her cum filled cunt drip on to the mat.

“Not done with you yet,” Nat grunted at him, predatory and still very, very horny.

She flipped over on to her back, lying on the remnants of her just completed fuck. Without a word, California pushed his own cock into her, fulfilling her wish of being fucked by both these studs. She propped her legs on California’s shoulders, and took Midwest’s freshly used cock into her mouth. She loved the taste of her own juices. And she had a feeling she’d want another round with Midwest, he was a great fuck.

She could see that her little spitroast was drawing a crowd. If they wanted to watch, she’d let them watch. She spread pulled her leg off of California’s shoulder, spreading wide so the small audience could get a real good look at exactly what was happening. Look at me, she thought to herself. Look at my cute little cunt getting pounded by this big dick. Look at how much I love sucking this guy’s cock. She groaned in another small orgasm. If they kept pounding her like this, she was headed to another stellar one. Yes, she knew she was supposed to give a token resistance to sex, but she just couldn’t. She loved this feeling too much.

“Aw, you started without me,” she could hear Katie complain from somewhere. It’s like she could sense when Nat was getting fucked.

Nat rolled her hips at California as he fucked her. She’d never really taken charge like this before, and it felt great. She needed to make a point to use the Patriot Repopulation Act again like this in the future. Any orgasm shortage could be swiftly remedied. It was a bad idea to give a slut like her that much power.

California slammed into her one last time and came himself, once again coating her pussy. It felt wonderful, but even then, she just wasn’t satisfied. She needed more, more cock, more cum. Nat had no idea what had come over her. She felt much hornier than usual, her discipline was gone. Was it the thrill of the hunt? Something more?

She looked up at Midwest. “Ready for more?” she asked him.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Midwest replied with a big smile.

He called her “Ma’am.” What a rush. Officers really had the good life, didn’t they?

“On your back, I want to ride you,” Nat ordered. Midwest immediately hit the mat. Nat rolled over, off of one cock, and lowering herself on to another. A happy shudder coursed through her.

California, not to be left out, once again fed her his cock. She rode Midwest with gusto while savoring the exquisite flavor of California’s properly-fucked dick. She could taste California’s cum as well as Midwest’s, and her own juices. It was so decedent, she was getting fucked for real and loving every second of it.

She could feel the big one building as she rode Midwest’s cock. Nat didn’t care what it took, she would reach that huge orgasm she’d been fighting for since she met these two. Maybe if she could get California nice and hard again, and get him into her ass.

Or maybe she could watch Katie sink her own gorgeous body on to a guy taking in the show from the bench press. Private Denare knew exactly what she was doing. The cock spread her pussy lips wide, her legs spread to give Nat the view, her heaving breasts flush with pleasure. Katie’s job was to get her fellow Marines off, and that’s what she was doing for Nat right now just as much as she was for the Marine she was fucking; she was putting on a show for Nat’s benefit. Katie wanted to be seen, wanted Nat to see her, and knew that Nat would love it.

And she was right. Nat took in the view of her slutty friend fucking herself on a random Marine as it was intended. She looked so damn good riding that cock like that. Midwest felt so good fucking her, filling her with his warm dick. California felt so good inside her mouth, tasted so good on her tongue.

The big one hit. Pleasure exploded through her. Nat felt her whole body shaking, pulsing with orgasmic energy. This was almost as big an orgasm as her very first fuck, her very first experience as an adult. The nervous, sexual energy just exploded from her all at once. Everything came to a head. Her MOS, her assignment, her love of sex, the fact that she was the tip of the spear, the fact that people wanted to watch her get fucked, and the fact that her friend was all too willing to put on a fuck show for her, even if the guy Katie was riding didn’t know it. Hell, especially if he didn’t know it. She all but screamed around the cock in her mouth as she came, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. It was everything she could to remind herself not to bite down on California’s dick. She’d hate to ruin this perfect sexual moment with something that stupid and injurious.

She kept fucking Midwest even after she came down from her orgasm. He felt so damn great inside of her.

“I’m gonna cum,” California said. So much for getting it in her ass, no way was this guy going to be worth much after two cumshots.

“Me too,” Midwest added from underneath her.

Nat had an idea. It meant she’d have to stop fucking Midwest, but hell with it. If she was putting on a show, she wanted it to end with a bang. Or at least a pop.

She got up off of Midwest and pulled him to his feet. Their two cocks standing in front of her, she got back on her knees, and jacked them both off. “Cum for me,” she begged. “I want to feel you all over me.”

California was the first to cum with a groan, spraying his second load of seed on her face and chest. Midwest wasn’t far behind, spraying her with a musky, thick load. They must have really liked fucking her if they could both jizz on her twice in such rapid succession like this. Some members of the audience started applauding for the cum show. Most use was so incredibly perfunctory and immediate that a real sex show must have been a treat for the horny Marines.

Three of them flopped down on the bench, Nat between the two studs with her arms over their shoulders. She was a sticky, sweaty, cum covered mess, and she felt amazing. She gave each of her lovers a kiss on the cheek.

“You guys were the bees’ fuckin’ knees,” she breathed. “So fuckin’ hot.”

“Thanks,” Midwest said.

“You’re pretty great yourself,” California added.

“You enjoyed yourselves,” Nat said, looking down to take in the cum covering her chest. They really coated her good. She could still feel some on her chin as well. She didn’t want to wipe it off, their jizz was like a slut’s badge of honor.

But alas, she realized she’d have to stop being a slut and start being a Marine again. Gunny Nakashiro gave her some time to deal with the Major, but she didn’t need a devil dogging from him right now.

“It’s been fun, boys,” she said. “But I gotta get squared away and back on duty. Be seeing you.”

“Hey, what’s your name?” California asked.

“Let’s not spoil it with names, guys,” Nat replied. “Let’s keep this our sexy little in-joke. Come fuck me whenever you want, and I’ll do the same. But no names.”

Nat walked away, the conquering victor. She’d never done anything like that in her life, and it felt amazing.