Soldiers Want to Promote to Meat Toilets - 6
"This way, please, Rishian-nim!"
"Yeah."
It felt like a realistic training ground designed for urban combat.
"No script or anything?"
"As you move down that street, our squad members will... well, it's an insolent word, but ambush you, Rishian-nim."
"And then?"
"After that, you're free to act as you please. Just please try not to injure too many of our soldiers!"
"Got it."
Coldly speaking, the process itself wasn't all that important. The gap between humans and the Arken race was absolute. Even if they messed up, I wouldn't get hurt—and even if I messed up, it was unlikely I'd injure them. It was like a three-year-old kid fighting with all their might against an adult man; they couldn't hurt him, and he could hardly fail to hold back without harming the child.
They probably weren't expecting a serious, real-combat fight either. This was less proper training and more like filming the intro to an AV.
"Filming prep complete!"
"Alright. Let's move."
I walked down the shabby street—or rather, the set mimicking one.
Over there, huh...?
Two on the rooftops, three down below. I could sense their presence well enough. Still, it was better to let these soldiers have first strike rather than spotting them myself.
I advanced to the center of the street where they were lying in wait.
Hm?
Gunfire rang out. The two soldiers hidden in the second-floor window fired their rifles at me, while the one below lobbed a grenade and opened fire.
Fast. Enhanced procedures, maybe?
The Arken race was a pretty decent species. They weren't just dominating humanity—they were earnestly working to ensure our safety and survival. It wasn't like they'd handed over all their tech. There had been humanity's past blunders with it, and they had their own reasonable rationale: "All intelligent beings should develop their own paths to the stars."
But they couldn't just abandon us like other species with a "figure it out yourselves." Humanity had already surrendered all rights to the Superior Race and become slaves. Wild animals dying was natural order, but starving a pet at home was animal abuse.
So the Arken provided "minimal technical support" for humanity. It covered various fields, mostly tied to life and safety. Earthquakes, storms, disasters—they could strike anytime. And to mitigate them, a few firefighters, cops, or soldiers needed superior strength and stamina.
This is fun.
They burst out in an instant, rifles trained, firing at me without hesitation. Way sharper and quicker than the terrorists I'd met at school. They were clearly proving their elite training.
Proving themselves. Come to think of it, maybe that's exactly what they want.
Shin Serin had proven her body's worth as "pussy" for my guard unit, but not what those guards could actually do in practice. Even in a foregone fight, this was their chance to show their utmost utility.
Not bad at all.
Thoughts done. I'd seen enough of their skill. Dragging it out would just waste time.
"Hup!"
I kicked off the ground. There was a woman in proper combat gear, like special forces issue—not a service uniform.
"Cute."
I smacked her ass lightly, pinned her down with brute force, shredded her clothes, and bound her wrists. No need to drag it out.
The military didn't expect me to wage a "fierce battle proving the guards' combat value." Far more important was me fucking their soldiers.
If one got knocked up by my cock, it validated the army's existence—and it'd draw in recruits thinking, "Join the military, maybe get Superior Race dick?"
"Hm..."
I moved swiftly. Found the soldier hiding in the remaining building, bound her the same way, then took down the three still shooting from outside one by one.
Now, who was it that wanted to get fucked by me...?
Looking around, I heard ragged breathing.
"Hah, hngh, grk, ughhh..."
A soldier with far larger tits than the rest glared at me defiantly.
Right, you.
I approached with a faint smile.
"D-don't come closer!"
Decent acting. I could tell from her eyes she was excited, but the distant cameras and mics wouldn't catch it.
"For a mere female."
Even as acting, the words felt awkward. But this was prime legal fap fodder for "rape fetish" girls. Couldn't half-ass the performance.
"Kyaaah!"
I tore her uniform roughly. It had been tactical and modest save for her prominent chest—now it was lewd rags offering zero protection.
"Kkh, kill me!"
"Ha."
Her classic defiance was almost refreshing. Porn where the male lead wasn't Superior Race was banned, but they couldn't purge every smut vid. Modern women remixed old scripts and lines. Orcs, goblins, tentacles—all merged into one Arken race now.
"Don't worry. You'll soon realize you're just an inferior bitch."
I stripped. Orcs and Arken shared little, but massive cocks and overwhelming power? Plenty.
"N-nooo!"
I hoisted her up bodily, shredded the crotch of her pants covering her pussy.
"Gonna knock you up just like this."
"I-I'll kill you. Kill you..."
"Try it."
With a faint smile, I gripped her waist with my right hand, mauled her tits with my left.
"Hiii! Let go! Let me go!"
She punched my chest weakly—couldn't muster force with her tits abused, or maybe excitement from wanting this rape kept her from real resistance. Even full effort wouldn't have changed a thing.
Resistance is fun, yeah.
Fucking obedient girls who spread willingly was great, but this variety hit different sometimes.
Cute.
Her acting was solid.
"H-hngh..."
Tears streaming, head shaking no. It stirred my sadism. Plus those huge reddened tits in my grip, that firm fat ass. Fun to toy with.
"Better relax."
"N-no. No no no no!"
"Your body's begging for it, though?"
I angled my fully hard cock, gripped her waist with both hands. Thrust in.
"Hrooooh!!!"
Her soaked pussy—ridiculous for "rape"—impaled on my massive dick. Soft yet tight. Despite her delicate face, she hadn't slacked on training.
I kept raping her. Shoved into her helpless hole, battered her womb like an onahole, used her body.
"N-nooo..."
She forced her mouth open.
"Taking a cock this huge, a Superior Race cock... I'll really become just a female, not a soldier, and have to submit for real!!!"
I was fucking her in earnest. Her raw moans alone would've been overwhelming. But she spat those lines like her life's regret hinged on them.
Bucket list?
I chuckled inwardly—maybe I'd nailed it. Superior Race encounters were rare. Tons of rape fetish girls, few who'd actually get railed by me. Once-in-a-lifetime shot. Had to spit every "rape fantasy line" or regret it forever.
Then...
I'd give it my all too.
"Insolent bitch!"
"Eheeeek!"
Hammered deeper, rougher. So she'd remember without regrets.
"Grk, ughh, hngaaa..."
"Cumming soon."
"N-no! No creampie! Inferior pussy taking Superior cum... I'll get knocked up without resisting!!!"
Her words said no, but legs locked around my waist screamed yes.
"Don't spill a drop!"
"Uguuuuh!!!"
The soldier in her torn uniform thrashed, tears flying—mouth faintly smiling.
Post-fuck, I looked around: Captain Shin Serin and the others, pussies bared, masturbating.
"C-cut! Filming's done!"
"Good."
The soldier still in my arms gazed up with hazy eyes.
"D-did my pussy... please you?"
"Of course."
"Th-that stuff earlier was just acting..."
"I know, I know."
I stroked her hair reassuringly, then eyed the others.
"You'll get your turns too—don't be too jealous. See me enough, and you'll get your shot."
"An honor! We'll clench our pussies in loyal service!"
"Yeah, yeah. Use rubber rounds when guarding me. Aim to subdue. I'll brief you on details later—see you around."
This army base visit was satisfying.
"U-um, I... I can walk back now..."
"Your legs are jelly—obvious. Where's your barracks? I'll carry you."
"Th-that's!"
"What, don't want it?"
"N-not that, buttt..."
The freshly fucked soldier blushed, turned away. I knew what'd happen carrying her in: whole unit knows a Superior Race bred her, envy and jealousy raining down.
Still, I wanted to savor this soft weight a bit longer.