A test of Loyality.

Max didn't hesitate, a direct order from the commander might as well been the world of God. Her standard issue belt was the first to go, its black leather strap sliding out from the hooks in her pants, its steel clasp clanging against the floor.

Bending over from the hip she shimmed out of her pants, her fingers hooking around her panties dragging them down as well. . Her hands crossed over the hem of her shirt and she quickly pealed that off, her bra following suit.

There had been nothing sexual about her movements, cold and precise, like she had been acting out a training drill for the hundredth time. Even still, Lydecker couldn't help but react to the sight of her naked form.

Perfect. She was perfect, Round full breasts, firm behind, her slender frame. Manticore truly had accomplished something amazing when they had created her.

Lydecker moved to stand in front of her, his eyes following the slight rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed. "We have a new mission for you solder." He stated matter of factly. Max didn't respond, her gaze still straight, her face emotionless as she waited for him to continue.

"This mission requires a certain dedication and finesse, that some of the committee are not sure your ready for."

"Anything for the mission sir," Max replied her voice starting to waver as Lydecker closed the distance between them. She **** herself to keep her eyes straight as he placed his hands onto her hips.

Naked, bare, exposed. Lydecker pushed on her hips, forcing her to take a small step back.

"It's good that you have such Loyalty," Lydecker said his voice husky. "But I'll need proof."

Max's ass brushed up against the cold wood of the large table centered in the room. Lydecker was close enough now that his coat brushed against her breasts, its course leather scrapping at her nipples. She shuddered and bit her lip, her gaze moving up to the ceiling.

His hand trailed its way up her stomach, cupping one breasts, squeezing it a little too roughly, he pushed on her and with no where else to go she leaned back until her shoulders touched the table. Looking up to see him standing between her spread legs.

"Solders have to be willing to do anything to insure a successful mission." Lydecker told her, pulling his aching cock from his pants. "You understand?"

Max nodded and watched as he stroked himself once before pressing the head of his cock against her pussy. Her head went back, her eyes closed as she felt him **** the first inch of his cock inside her. Her thighs tightening around his waist and she couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her lips.

Lydecker leaned over her, watching her face for any betrayal of emotion as he began to slowly move inside her. She was unbelievably tight and warm, he grunted feeling her cunt squeeze him.

Eyes still closed she sucked in a lungful of air as she felt Lydecker push harder inside of her. His balls slapping against her ass. "Ahh," she cried out unable to keep her silence as he pinched her nipple. Her legs spread wider letting her commander drive deeper into her.

Sex was a tool, a weapon to be used, just as effective as any gun or bomb. They had made her look the way she did for a reason. These lessons had been imprinted into her head as far back as she could remember. He was testing her, and like good solider she was going to pass.

"OHhh," she cried out, arching her back off the table, forcing her breast into Lydecker's hand. Her legs curled around his waist welcoming him deeper. She let herself get lost in the sensation. His hard cock sliding between her legs, inside her, stretching her until her body began to warm to his touch.

Panting Max pushed up against him, thrusting her hips back towards the old man as best as she could. She heard him grunt, his breathing becoming ragged. It was the first time she could remember she had seen or heard him lose any kind of control.

Always stoic and calm Lydecker was losing himself. Ten years he had searched for her, ten long years. He looked down at her. Her eyes closed in exactly, those pouty lips pursing air thought them with every tight breathe. Harder he slammed into her, grinning when she cried out in pain and pleasure. Again and again under he felt a spasm run through his back, his cock twitching inside her tight wet pussy.

He grunted wordlessly, filling her with his seed before collapsing on top of her. He could feel her smooth thighs, once riding high on his hip slide down his waist. He sighed into her hair and smiled. He either had 452 back, or Max was one hell of an actor.

Finding his composure he stood, and zipped himself up. Looking down at a sweat covered body before him, Confident that he had his solder back.

"Report to briefing room nine for your mission report, you ship out tomorrow."