The Tables Have Turned
"It's the complete opposite of last night."
Major Berica murmured in a satisfied voice. The woman who'd been writhing and moaning beneath me just hours ago, her face twisted in ecstasy, clearly relished having the upper hand now. Fine, I'd play along for the moment.
"Trainee Dos. How are you feeling right now?"
"Insanely turned on."
And it wasn't a lie—my cock was rock-hard, throbbing in anticipation of the fantastic show ahead. Among all the female soldiers I'd fucked, Major Berica's pussy was top-tier. The chance to taste it again, and in broad daylight? It was like the pumpkin rolling right into my lap.
"Getting excited even in a moment like this. You're no ordinary pervert. I heard you were some devout religious type."
"The only thing I worship is a woman's pussy."
"Heh. We'll see how long that smart mouth of yours keeps running."
Blindfolded as I was, I couldn't see a thing, but I could sense Major Berica's movements. Soon, a weight settled on my lap. She'd straddled me. Her hand came to my face.
"Your stubble's rough. Army regs say shave once a day. Did you shave this morning?"
"No, ma'am."
"That's grounds for punishment."
Scritch.
Major Berica rose briefly from my lap. Then came the rustle of clothes coming off. I'd heard women undressing so many times it was like background music.
Soon, warm heat brushed my nose, carrying a tangy scent. Guessing what it was? Child's play. An aroused woman's pussy.
This bitch is already soaked.
"This is the pussy you ravaged last night. Now it's going to ravage your cock. How's that feel?"
"My erection won't go down."
"Yeah, I figured. Hate to say it myself, but I've still got a pretty decent body, right?"
Her calloused fingers grazed my jaw—soldier's hands, not exactly soft. But nothing a little life experience couldn't explain.
The bitch-in-heat stench right under my nose was messing with my head. I couldn't take it anymore. I stuck out my tongue to lick her pussy, but she pulled her hips back, dodging my advance.
"You're under torture right now. And a horny dog like you moves without his master's command? Another punishable offense."
Smack!
A sharp sting hit my thigh. Looked like Major Berica wanted to toy with me more. Or maybe she was hoping I'd snap and pin her down, unable to hold back her own lust.
"Trainee Dos. Kyrria's interrogations aren't this soft. If those horny sluts got hold of you... they'd squeeze until this thing popped off."
She gripped my cock hard through my pants—or so she thought. To me, it was just a light tease. She started rubbing it slowly over the fabric.
The mechanical handjob wasn't exactly thrilling, but the situation itself had my blood pumping.
"Sorry, ma'am. I'll correct it."
"Good. Act like the obedient dog you are and follow my orders. Since you admitted your mistake, here's a reward."
She shifted position. That aroused pussy scent stabbed my nostrils again.
"It's the pussy you love so much. Go ahead and taste it with your tongue."
Permission for cunnilingus granted. I didn't hesitate—I dove in.
Squelch!
"Ngh! Excellent maneuver."
Her pussy was flooded like a damn river. Fully prepped to take a man's cock. The juices were thicker than expected, with a unique tang—everyone's different.
"Haaah~♬ Hnng...! Hn!"
"Slurp! Schlorp! Suck! Suck!"
Major Berica was weak to oral. Last night, she'd climaxed in defeat in under a minute. She wasn't a virgin, but it seemed like she'd only had boring sex before. No wonder she'd melt for my cock.
"Hnnng! Trainee Dos! How's it feel right now!?"
Even lost in pleasure, she tried to stay in control.
"I'm hacking through the thick jungle, searching the pussy terrain. It's so wet, I might need naval support."
"Th-thick jungle...?!"
No lie. Army regs mandate daily shaves, but apparently not daily trims. If I were commander, first order: mandatory bush maintenance. Soldiers buzz their heads short—makes no sense to let that wild forest grow unchecked.
"Schlorp! Slurp! Suck!"
"Haaaang~♥"
Who was torturing whom anymore? Any third party would think I was the one tormenting Major Berica.
After a torrent of moans, tension built in her hips. She clamped her thighs, squeezing my face with her ass.
"Hnn! Trainee Dos! Cease operation. That's an order."
Scared she'd lose all dignity if I pushed further? Too late—she already looked like a bitch in heat.
I obeyed, halting my ministrations. She let out a thin sigh, regaining her composure, then shoved my upper body down onto the warehouse floor.
"I know Kyrria's interrogation methods well. One of their favorites is asphyxiation."
A shadow fell over my blindfold. Major Berica's plump ass smothered my face.
"Mmph! Mmph!"
"Plenty of rescued POWs come back with PTSD from this. Trainee Dos! To fight Kyrria's bastards, you need to get used to their torture."
She ground her ass against me, wriggling. Firm pussy flesh sealed my mouth; her twitching asshole blocked my nose. My face was fully besieged by her blockade.
"Even now, this thing's rock-hard. In terms of pure lust, you're special forces material."
You ain't slacking either, slut. Breathing was cut off, but this was a reward. Her slime-like ass enveloped my face with overflowing bounce. As she twerked, the chewy texture hit just right.
I groped her ass. She'd clearly prepped for this—no foul odors from her hole.
"Hnn~♬"
Counterattack landed. Her confident rhythm faltered. She lifted her ass and said,
"Looking for openings even then? Not bad. But how long can you last against asphyxiation?"
"All day if I have to!"
"True soldier spirit. With that grit, you might survive Kyrria's torture. Now, marksmanship training."
She grabbed my collar and hauled me up.
"In combat, you'll often fire blind into the dark. You haven't done night shooting yet, right?"
"No, ma'am."
"Good. Night shooting starts now. Shooter, prepare."
"Shooter, prepared!"
I echoed her crisply.
"Enter position."
"Entering position!"
Finally, pants off. After all the buildup, my cock stood like an ICBM, ready to rain merciless hell on any pussy.
"Fire on my command!"
"Firing!"
Blind or not, instinct guided me straight into Major Berica's pussy. Insertion was bullet-fast and precise.
"Hnn! Hit! Direct hit! Haaaang~♥"
My cock wasn't a rifle. It was a machine gun. Her target pussy went up in flames under the barrage.
*-*-*
Major Berica said she'd handle the women's barracks mess herself. No idea how she'd cover up a scandal that big, but if she was taking care of it, great—no skin off my back. The massive release left me buzzing with satisfaction. I could handle any training today.
Afternoon was squad combat: climbing hills, obstacle courses, hand-to-hand. Tough for weaklings, but a stroll for me.
"Split into teams for hand-to-hand! Treat 'em like real enemies—no mercy!"
My partner was some guy named Ralph Coren.
"D-Dos, sir... go easy, please."
I went easy. One punch, and he was out cold, carted to medical. Fucking weakling.
"Haha! Duran Dos, you'd survive enemy territory even without your gun. A real soldier fights brave in any pinch!"
Sergeant Hogg praised me, ignoring the stretcher. If only he knew I'd killed him ten times over.
"Wanna spar, Sergeant?"
"I-I'm busy overseeing trainees. Ahem! You there! No holding back! You gonna swing like a constipated foal against the enemy!?"
Barracks life was smooth. I'd graduate top of the class for sure.
Might even help my real-world military sim.
Would be nice if reality had a horny battalion commander too. Nah, too much to hope for. Whatever.