Rifle Maintenance: Breaking the Interpreter
Olba Island was a warm tropical isle blanketed in dense jungle on all sides. The wild vegetation offered endless spots to hide from prying eyes. And right now, everyone was too busy cleaning up after our big victory to notice anything.
I dragged the female soldier POW behind a massive tree and some rocks. She struggled endlessly against my grip on her arm, but that was pointless. Forcing down a resisting captive with sheer strength was damn entertaining.
"Eek! Let go!"
Surprisingly, words I could understand came out of the female soldier's mouth. It was Kaki language. Unlike in other worldlines, nothing translated here except Kaki—Kyrria chatter was total gibberish to me.
"What? You speak Kaki!?"
"I'm Lieutenant Haruna, interpreter officer attached to the Grand Kyrria Army Ground Forces Main Combat Support Command! Treat me as a POW. Don't get cocky, you lowly grunt!"
No wonder she looked so prim and bookish—she was an interpreter. Berica hauled around a mortar barrel half her size like it was nothing, but this bitch wasn't frontline combat material.
Lucky she speaks my language.
Talking about POW treatment like she had the balls to back it up. I liked her guts. Not that I gave a shit. If I actually treated her like a proper POW, she wouldn't last a day. The only reason Lieutenant Haruna was still breathing was my mercy.
POW training. This'll be fun.
Back in basic, they drilled a few "taboos" you weren't supposed to break in war. Hilariously, most got ignored. Like, don't light a cigarette at night.
We learned the glow was a spotter's dream and a fast track to wiping out your unit. But I'd never seen anyone here follow that rule. Even Sergeant Rostador lit up during night patrols if things seemed quiet. That guy's a real hardass.
Wartime rape was another taboo. Supposedly a serious crime, even punishable by death. But from the stories floating around, you'd think it never happened.
Hell, guys bragged about raping civilians and soldiers after smashing enemy units. Field commanders seemed to encourage it. Even upstanding Sergeant Helman didn't stop me.
Bottom line: win first, rape later, and everyone looks the other way. Even timid Coren wondered if he'd get a turn after a victory. Fat chance—I wasn't handing him any beauties.
Anyway, by the victor's custom, I had every right to claim Lieutenant Haruna. No one could take that from me.
"POW treatment, huh? Interesting. Lieutenant Haruna. Oh, introductions. I'm Private Duran Dos, special ops from Kaki Army Ground Forces 7th Division, 7th Regiment, 1st Battalion, 1st Platoon. Jungle Nightmare. Olba Island's Fastest Bullet. Virgin Raider. Future Silver Star recipient. Terminator of the World War."
"You're just some worthless private! I'm an officer! I'll be interrogated by another officer!"
"Shut up!"
I bellowed so loud the leaves rustled. Lieutenant Haruna teared up and collapsed. It was a grenade-blast roar.
Her pants were soaked. A faint pissy smell wafted up. Wetting herself from that? Officer fail.
"No way—you pissed yourself? In combat? Hah. Explains the Kyrria army's level."
"N-no! It's just…"
"Just what!?"
I yanked off her pants. She clamped her legs and fought, but it was useless. My hands shredded her uniform pants.
She wore thick T-panties called "training bloomers." Soaked with her piss.
"Charging into battle with this weak-ass mindset? No wonder you lost, Lieutenant Haruna! What do you think of that?"
"Y-you're insulting me! You fucking private!"
She glared like a viper. Pretty soldierly. Ferocious for a routed bitch, but zero threat.
"Deny it all you want! The Kyrria army lost because your pussy's a defective piece of shit that can't even hold its piss. I'll fix that junk hole myself—turn it into a pristine S-grade new model!"
"What insane bullshit! You bastard! The Kyrria army will behead you!"
I whipped out my massive cock right in her screaming face. My biggest gun-cleaning tool.
Lieutenant Haruna's eyes bugged out like a rabbit's. I dangled it, swinging.
"Maintenance is a soldier's duty! Time to fix the defective. On one: 'I'm defective!' On two: 'Sorry!' Repeat after me!"
"Urgh! I'll kill you!"
Her eyes blazed. Ignoring her rage, I pressed my bare barrel against her muzzle.
Tight hole, neglected for ages—grimy right at the entrance. But my raging cock was set on ruining her. I tapped her pussy lips, knocking for rape.
Master gunner that I was, I patiently teased her stubborn slit. Even old barrels leak lube under steady pressure. Patience game.
As planned, slick juice oozed from her barrel. It craved cleaning. My hefty tool was perfect for scrubbing out residue and dust.
"Going in! One!"
Squelch!
Her chamber was nicely warm overall. Bumpy walls with perfect grip pressure. Shame—no foreign objects. Someone'd been there before.
Made sense for a solid B+/A-grade piece. No surprise it'd seen action. Wonder why it glitched out.
"Two!"
"Urk! Pull out! Out! Pull it out!"
"Did I say to? One!"
(Mommy! Save me!)
Sudden Kyrria gibberish. Screaming in tongues felt weird.
"No repeat, no end to maintenance. Damn, the fouling's bad. Gonna take time to scrape it."
I smacked her stock and kept polishing. Realizing I meant it, she choked out the commands through tears.
"One!"
"I'm defective!"
"Two!"
"Sorry! Sniff!"
Teasing her furious voice was pure bliss. Battle fatigue? Gone. I spent three hours deep-cleaning her barrel. Post-maintenance, her gun upgraded from sprinkler to Glicko.
"Hrrgh…! Hrrghh…! Hrrgh…!"
Semen dribbled from Lieutenant Haruna's pussy. Face beet-red, she splayed her legs like a post-circumcision boy, thighs quivering. Couldn't even stand.
"Fail! Deploying unprepared junk pussy to the field? Kyrria army's pathetic!"
"Hrrgh…! This… humiliation…!"
"Quit whining, you slutty POW. You enjoyed it after a bit, right? Traitor pussy surrendered fast."
"I never… surrendered!"
She protested, flushed, but her weak snatch betrayed her quicker than she did. Might as well rip her uniform top too.
A white breast binder appeared. Strained tight over hefty tits. Bigger than Lieutenant Berica's.
This bitch… hiding heavy artillery. Need a proper search.
Two suspicious bombs. Gotta inspect or risk disaster. I groped her jiggling mounds freely. Shredded the annoying binder like her top.
"Holy shit!"
Couldn't hide my shock. Fine rack on Lieutenant Haruna—inverted nipples. Her cute little retreaters hid from view, total mismatch.
"Eureka! I get it now."
"Kuh! W-what do you get!?"
"Why you lost."
"W-what…?"
"Look! Cowardly nipples! Soldiers charge without retreat, but yours bailed to save themselves! Clear breach of discipline—court-martial offense!"
"Y-you lunatic, what nonsense!?"
"Can't win if even your nipples desert. Don't worry. I'll advance those cowards with pure orgasm. No touching, I swear. You'll just lose your mind to pleasure nonstop. Heh heh heh."
POW training starts now.