A Soldier's Promotion to Meat Toilet - 4
“Euuhooooook!!!”
Captain Shin Serin was startled by the lewd moan that suddenly spilled from her own lips.
This... this is it!
The massive cock that had been a struggle even to service with her mouth now pierced her most vulnerable spot without hesitation.
My pussy...
It was far bigger than she'd steeled herself for. As if to demonstrate the gulf between the superior race and the inferior race, that cock drove relentlessly deep into the innermost recesses of her pussy.
“Hngh, kuhhh, euheeeh, hngh!”
Under the brutal ravaging of her hymen and body alike, Shin Serin could do nothing but gasp and pant.
This is the superior race's cock!
A female could never defeat a male. No matter how ironclad her mental fortitude or willpower, the instant a cock slammed into her pussy, she lost all power to resist and control over her own flesh. She would mate, breed, get pregnant. She would submit to the instinctive urges etched into her DNA.
So big... so powerful.
That enormous cock was intimidating enough on its own, but Rishian's entire body, gripping her tight, was an overwhelming weapon in itself.
Shin Serin was a soldier. She trained her body relentlessly whenever she had a spare moment. She might fall just a hair short of a professional athlete, but compared to an ordinary inferior race female, her physical prowess was overwhelming.
But it was all meaningless. Just as a mouse could never win an arm-wrestling match against a tiger, an inferior race human could never resist the raw strength of the superior race Arken.
For all her efforts, Shin Serin's body couldn't budge an inch in Rishian's grasp.
No. I can't... I can't give up!
No amount of training could let a female overcome a male, or the inferior race best the superior one. It was an undeniable fact, as natural as gravity pulling water downward or the sun setting at night only to rise again come morning.
But water that had fallen still held value, and so did the night after sunset. Captain Shin Serin's training and discipline as an inferior race weren't worthless.
“Euuhooooh!”
A crude moan burst from her lips all the same. But Captain Shin Serin didn't waver.
A female moaning like a slut when impaled on a male's cock is only natural. As long as it's not too vulgar or ridiculous, it won't displease him. I have to accept it.
“Hnght, ughhh, euheeeh...”
The superior race's cock ravaged the inferior race's pussy mercilessly. As if proclaiming that an inferior race female's sole worth was as a disposable onahole, a momentary meat toilet for fleeting pleasure.
That too was simple fact, so Shin Serin didn't deny it.
But I'm... the highest-grade onahole!
“Unght, hngh, uhuuuh, kuhhh!”
She clenched her lips and squeezed her pussy tight. So the superior male using this inferior female's hole might feel even a fraction more satisfaction.
I never slacked on training!
She'd never trained by actually inserting anything into her pussy. Shin Serin was a virgin; this sensation was brand new. It was only natural she couldn't respond perfectly at first.
But she'd faithfully trained the muscles to milk a cock for satisfaction. Some soldiers had skimped, scoffing, "As if a superior race lord would ever bother sticking his cock in a grunt like us?" But Shin Serin was always sincere in everything.
Even among inferior races, even as onaholes and meat toilets, there are grades. If I just try a little harder, squeeze my pussy a little better...
Effort would be rewarded. She could become a superior tool.
Shin Serin didn't give up.
“Unght! Superior race! Kuhht! Cock! Thank you!”
Like a drill sergeant barking cadences, she timed her grateful salute to each thrust piercing her deepest core.
For a soldier in the Slave Army, expressing gratitude, affection, and love to their Arken masters was only natural. She had to prove her loyalty.
“Inferior! Pussy! Squeezing tight!”
“Your moans are pretty soldierly.”
“Hnght! Thank... unght... you!”
No stray thoughts. She focused solely on the sensation of the cock spearing her, squeezing her pussy desperately to give it pleasure.
No untrained tricks. No begging for more cock in lust-maddened frenzy, no pleading for mercy because her mind was breaking.
She'd been ordered to provide sexual service, so she obeyed.
She was a soldier, after all.
“You seem to be enjoying it, so I went a bit rough, but it's not too much, right?”
“I can handle it!”
“Good. Then I'll ease up a little from now on.”
“Un— euuhooooook!”
She'd thought he was already pounding at full throttle, but that had been her one-sided delusion. The superior race possessed physical abilities beyond any inferior race's wildest imagination.
The pistoning of his cock could accelerate to speeds no inferior could even fathom, if he wished.
“Hngh, uheeeeh, kuhhh. Euheeeh!”
Her mind grew hazy. Her instincts rang alarm bells. Anyone who'd pushed their body through intense workouts or labor knew that primal sense: Go any further, and you might actually die.
Shin Serin felt it now.
He's really... merciless...
And that made her happy.
The superior race was fucking her in earnest. He trusted a woman of her caliber wouldn't break even if he ravaged her at his full desire, a little "gently."
She had to repay that grace.
No spare breath for oaths of loyalty or thanks, but if she gritted her teeth and focused, she could still squeeze her pussy.
“Hngh, kuhht, uhuuuh!”
Shin Serin clenched desperately. Her stretched-wide pussy and crushed body screamed in protest, but she ignored it all.
This moment was the most valuable of her life. She might never get another chance to serve the superior race.
Even if she died right here, she had to milk that cock.
It was her duty.
“Cumming soon.”
“I'll precious hold the superior race's semen in this inferior race soldier's pussy!”
“Yeah. Good pussy.”
He was a merciful master. No matter how hard an inferior race strained to squeeze, it would fall short in superior eyes.
That was the racial gap.
But he acknowledged her best efforts "for an inferior," praising her with kind words.
“I'll definitely receive Master's semen and get pregnant as a loyal soldier serving the superior race!”
“Good.”
The superior race's cum flooded Shin Serin's pussy.
“Euuhoooooh!!!”
Incredibly thick, sticky, heavy. Did it have properties that aroused females on their own? Her body heated up.
The reason she'd barely clung to shattered with that ejaculation.
“Uhngh, thank you! It's an honor! I'll serve your cock! Loyal forever!”
Instinct took over. Words she'd drilled into her vocal cords through endless repetition poured out—prayers recited like scripture, infused with utter sincerity, thousands of times over.
“Yeah. Good work.”
“Thank you!”
“...You hearing me?”
“An honor!”
The man scratched his head, then lay beside her, letting her sleep peacefully.
The female soldier drifted off into happy dreams.
/////
The next day.
“Loyalty!”
I received Captain Shin Serin's perfectly crisp salute.
“...Didn't you leave this room like ten minutes ago?”
“Yes! Sorry! I was a bit late!”
“No, how are you this fast...”
“Soldier spirit—minimized time for shower and changing!”
Part of me wanted to dismiss it with "Well, soldiers gonna soldier," and I hated myself for it.
Regardless, her mental fortitude—snapping awake and moving at that speed—was awe-inspiring.
“You alright from yesterday?”
“An honor to serve the superior race!”
“Good. Couldn't talk yesterday, but like you said, I'll do it. An escort unit sounds useful. Bonus for handling my urges too.”
“An honor!”
All I'd said was something casual like "A few soldiers tagging along is fine, right?" But she gazed at me with eyes brimming with ecstasy and gratitude, as if her life's dream had come true.
“Might be too much to ask, but could you verify my unit's combat skills, as they'll serve the superior race?”
“Unit already picked out, huh? Fine by me. How do you want me to check?”
Shin Serin smiled faintly.
“The Resistance recently tried to kill a superior race member, right? Partly their evil, but also stupidity.”
“Hm?”
“Superior race can't be hurt by guns. Many don't grasp that. Make and promote videos clearly showing superior race greatness, and we can reduce such fools!”
“Be specific.”
“Have my special forces play Resistance, fight you, get captured and raped on video—use as educational material to promote superior race might!”
“Who planned that?”
“Decided after deep unit discussion!”
“Bring 'em in. Wanna see faces.”
“Yes!”
No harm to me. Their obvious scheme was kinda cute, not anger-inducing.
But I wanted to see the planners' faces. So I could fulfill their wishes more precisely.
Shin Serin returned shortly with four unit members.
Unlike textbook-soldier Shin Serin, they varied in build and looks. For vital "superior race escort" duty, skills were guaranteed.
I scanned the tense, rigid soldiers, then smiled softly.
“Captain Shin Serin explained the plan... You all came up with it, right?”
“““Yes!”””
“Good. I like it. Not blaming you, so listen up.”
I grinned lecherously, eyeing them.
“So, which of you has a rape fetish?”