Wild Space Pt. 02

Unbidden, he glanced up at her as much as he could. She had a tear drop shaped face, small eyes that looked slitted like a cat's. They were a startlingly pale blue. Like him, her hair was black, framing her face, and a small dimpled chin. Her lips were ripe and full. The hands that tore apart her bread were square, short fingered, and strong looking. It was hard to tell underneath her uniform, but he had seen her in the shower before. Magdalena had big hips, large breasts, piston like thighs and a rear end that could pull a shuttlecraft. Breeding Material was a crude nickname, but it fit her well.

"I'll survive," He said after a moment of considering. "I'll definitely survive without you."

"Don't posture, you absurd man. You'd let me take you on this table, right here in the mess hall, if you thought you could get away with it."

It was posturing. Jules didn't like rich girls or any girl as much as he liked other men, but she was right. All of them were already aching for it. The amount of nubile, fit peers around them was temptation enough, not to mention being away from loved ones.

"Maybe you're right, but I will not be asking or joining you for whatever is going on tonight, rich bitch."

"Yes you will." Magdalena said in a matter of fact voice.

"I what?"

"I am going to tell Brill that you are who I am choosing for tonight. What are you going to do, tell him no?"

She had him. The rich bitch had him. He was about to open his mouth to retort when a petty officer across the mess hall erupted into a yell.

Over the course of their first week, the petty officers had gone from faces in floating uniforms to six very different men and women. They were all vicious, strong, motivating, and as impersonal as they liked to keep things Jules had come to know them. Or as much as he had to: personal conversation was not a thing one did with a petty officer on Bulwark. A recruit had to know who would hit, who would laugh, and who would yell. The male petty officer breaking the sound barrier at a girl who had dropped her tray was only a yeller.

Then chow was over and he was back in formation before he knew it. Pettty Officer Linch, all 4'11" of her, elected to march the division back to the barracks. Bulwark, at least in this area, was mostly moorlands, choked by frost and fog. Sometimes the base disappeared in the surrounding soup, it would be so dense and cold. It was necessary for recruits to sing, but they had to earn the privilege.

Petty Officer Linch had earned the privilege to sing on Bulwark a long time ago, and for safety reasons and tradition she sang an old pilot's song now as they marched:

"My buddy crashed his fighter

A hole through his head

The medic says he's wounded

But I know that he's dead

Oh what a way to fight a war...

Naaaavy

The mighty Navyyyy

It's time to fight and we're ready

Send their bones on to a black hole

A black hole"

*******

Lights out finally arrived. Jules stood in the position of attention, in the simple pair of shorts and shirt that the Capital Navy considered nightwear. Nightly inspection had arrived.

Petty Officer Linch took one end of the barracks, Petty Officer Sedrik the other. They were an odd pair: Linch was short, fair, girlish and softly shaped. Sedrik was a tall black man with severe features and the body of an aging combat athlete. Both of them wore their cream uniforms well. Sedrik's craggy face and prizefighter build was at odds with his gentle ways. He would drop a recruit for breathing wrong like anyone else, but afterward he would say what they had done wrong.

Linch was the opposite. Jules hated to say it, but women as a whole were harder and meaner than men on Bulwark when it came to the training cadre. He gathered they had to be. Men dominated the Navy and it's admiralty. Women had to work harder to get just as far ahead as the men.

"Toenails, Alex. Clip 'em. Straighten your damn shorts, recruit. Olliver, you smell like shit. I guess this division wants shower drills again?"

"No, Petty Officer. I will shower tomorrow." Olliver said in a tight voice.

"Good. Breeding Material didn't pick you for the fun tonight, you smelly little bastard, Olliver. Who did you pick, BM?" Linch had to look up quite a bit to meet Magdalena's eye, but it was the latter that was cowering.

"Recruit Jules, Petty Officer."

"Your big tits, you picked Jules. You want to fuck that Pretty Boy?"

"No, Petty Officer."

"Then why'd you pick him?"

"I think he needs to loosen up, Petty Officer."

"Ha! Well said." Linch stomped down to Jules and fixed him with her best stink eye, causing him to shudder in fear. She didn't seem to mind. "You wanna fuck her, Pretty Boy?"

"Negative, Petty Officer."

"Fine, fine. You won't have to. Won't know until you try, though. Petty Officer Sedrik?"

"Right here, Petty Officer Linch." The tall, austere black man said from the other end of the barracks.

"How clean and presentable is this division?"

"Clean as a pack of grub worms can get, I suppose, Petty Officer."

"Good. Everyone except Pretty Boy and Breeding Material...MOUNT!"

When everyone was settled, Linch and Sedrik ordered Magdalena and Jules to drag in one of the large gym mats where the division performed their indoor exercises every morning. When they had them settled the petty officers left.

The two recruits fidgeted and glanced dead ahead, afraid to make a sound or look elsewhere. The petty officers clearly hadn't forgotten, but how long would they wait?

For several minutes, all 90 of them sat up and waited. Then, in ones and twos, recruits cursed them, the Navy, one another, and themselves, and slept.

"Could have racked out 20 minutes ago," Said one recruit, the girl who had panicked madly that first morning, and that seemed to be the consensus.

Fully a half hour into their sleep time, Magdalena and Jules still stood at attention. They exchanged looks, an unspoken question: should we...

The door to the cadre offices slid open. Voices were heard. Jules felt his heart hammer in his chest. What if Brill came out, told them they were supposed to be in their racks?

"In here?" A woman was asking, an unfamiliar one.

Three people in powder blue uniforms walked into the barracks, the color of the Capital military's Comfort Battalions. Jules had heard about them. They were allegedly enlisted, part of a branch of the armed services that served all others, but in practice they ran their own affairs. Even to see one in uniform was rare, and they probably only wore them until they were put to use.

He was right. The three stripped off their clothing. They were naked underneath but still too far away for Jules to see much.

"On the mat?" A woman asked.

"Thank goodness," A man's deep voice said.

"Usually for these we've got to make do on the cold hard ground or some blankets," Another woman said. "Well? Who's first for who?"

Jules and Magdalena reluctantly moved from the same flex kneed parade rest they had held for 30 minutes. He shyly approached the nearest one, the man, but was stopped by a hand on his arm, a big feminine one, and an aggressive snarl.

"Mine, not yours! Step back, recruit." Magdalena said.

"Who says you get to have him!?" Jules asked with an edge to his voice. He hadn't been with another man in what felt like a lifetime.

"We don't get paid to listen to you two bicker. I got stuff to do. Let's do this or we'll tell your petty officers you refused." The man said.

"Wait a minute, Kennan." One of the women said, seeing the terrified looks on the faces of the two recruits at that prospect. "No need to be nasty. Remember the creed of the Comfort Battalion: To Service."

"Talessa is right," The other woman said. "You go with her, young man. She's a woman but she's got what you need."

"There are only three of them, Estrella," The man, Kennan, said. "What will you do?"

"I'll fill in where needed. Let's go, we haven't got all night."

Dejected, Jules approached the woman who had offered herself to him, Talessa. Upon closer inspection, she was a great deal older than she was done up to be. Her hair was short and blonde, and her face feminine and soft. She was taller than he, which wasn't an accomplishment as far as Jules was concerned, with round breasts and slight shoulders. It was somewhat dark, but there was something off about the silhouette of her body as she moved to intercept him. Something...

"I was born with it," She clarified, and cupped a hand around her penis, milking it reflexively, the way she had ever since she was a boy. "The rest was done by a Navy surgeon. Not too bad, eh?"

She wasn't, not by a long shot. Jules had seen and heard horror stories before about women such as these, but Talessa was fit and natural. She wasn't at all like the girls back home, who were born as men and had to scrape and fight to change their bodies to match who they were inside. She had every bit he needed, and if the overall package wasn't exactly his style, he'd make do.

"You look as if you didn't have that far to go, to be honest. Very feminine."

"Aren't you a charming kid. But you're not wrong."

He was grateful at the bit of banter, some of his nerves dissipated. He stood in front of the woman for a few seconds, still uncertain, not knowing what to do next.

With a sigh, Talessa seized the nearest part of him. Jules nearly jumped, not having noticed that his cock was standing out proudly at the sight of her. She stroked it roughly through his uniform shorts, working out some softness on her end with her other hand. Her fingers were narrow and elegant, and though she didn't wear jewelry or paint her nails, he saw she had done her face up slightly.

"Homemade makeup," She explained while her hand got him ready with smooth, urgent strokes, all business. She could have been casually exchanging a word with a coworker. "Regs say none of us can make ourselves pretty but we find ways around. You about ready yet, junior?"

Jules was, probably could have finished from just her hand, but Talessa was better trained and more experienced than that. She stepped closer to him, unsheathed him from his shorts and with a solid thwack of meat on meat slapped her cock down atop his, as she was slightly taller. Her hand encircled both, and the woman sighed as she felt their members rub together.

"I love it like this," She confessed with a small, genuine smile, "A boy I grew up with and I discovered this at an early age. We also discovered this."

Talessa gave him a few instructions and then a kiss, not suspecting he was as experienced as he was. Jules was all too accustomed to taking orders these days, however, and eagerly obeyed.

He stretched out on his side, shimmying out of his shorts just another to lift his testicles over the brim. Talessa was laying opposite of him, head to toe.

"Now we can both..." She began, and kissed the head of his cock, already crowned with pre-cum. Talessa took an experimental lick of the head, a strand of the thick, nutty smelling fluid dangled from the open mouth of his penis onto her tongue. She gave a little nod, having found the taste of him to her liking and glided her open mouth down to suck on his balls, taking each eager plum into her mouth individually and gently, and then parting them delicately and skillfully with the tip of her wet tongue.

Jules was glad that she wasn't sucking on his balls. In his admittedly limited experience with women, they tended to do so too hard. Perhaps because Talessa also had a pair herself she was more aware.

He was busy, too. Her cock was admirable, graceful and of estimable size but nothing Jules couldn't handle. He took her into his mouth, drawing succulent upon the red head of her cock, making her shiver. Emboldened by the response, Jules closed his lips around her shaft and moved his head in a practiced, sure rhythm, ensuring his tongue remained flat against her, dragging it up and down.

He felt Talessa breathing grow ragged as he went to work. Her breath released from her nostrils in a rush, and it felt intimate, so close to his skin. Taking her cue from him, with a happy sigh, she took his full length into her mouth like the professional she was, nose insistently bumping into his pubic mound. Not bothered at all by the short, scratchy hair there, she repeatedly deepthroated him, causing him to nearly writhe right off the gym mat. Talessa laughed and her mouth made a long wet sound as she withdrew.

"I bet no one has ever done it to you like that before, eh?" She boasted.

He was too flushed to answer. Wordlessly, he gestured at her, and she resumed.

Jules felt his asshole tighten and a swelling of pleasure in his pelvis and thighs, a deep, throbbing sensation as his fluid rushed from his still wet balls to the seminal vesicles to the urethra and finally right down Talessa's throat, bypassing the rest of her mouth entirely. He rode out the orgasm with a soft grunt, hissing softly at the woman when she tried to draw her head away.

She was laughing again as she swallowed, and she had to do so twice. A lot of lip licking and giggling took place as she recovered.

"I will never get used to how you boys have to store it all up. The next couple weeks are going to be terrible for you." The woman said softly.

"So come back," Jules breathed out, head swimming with the strength of having cum so hard.

"Uh-uh, can't, not until after you graduate. So make sure you graduate." She told him. "Looks like your friend is having a good old time."

He had forgotten Magdalena. He glanced over and saw that Kennan was kneeing behind her, and that the rich girl from Centralia was on her elbows and knees with her hips high in the air. The Comfort Battalion man was bruising them, so hard was he gripping her there. The other recruit had a very large ass, proud and round, perhaps too big for some tastes but still shapely and firm, with a long of spring left in it. She bounced back and forth, uttering a soft, breathless grunt each time she was taken and her buttocks bounced off of Kennan's hips in a characteristic, repetitive fleshy sound.

Estrella, the third woman they had been rewarded, looked as if she had shortly been eating out Magdalena's pussy, her mouth and cheeks and chin looked wet with juices. She was occupying herself now with feeling up Magdalena's big, hanging tits, tweaking the nipple to fullness with one hand and holding the other in place by the nipple while the rest of her body jerked back and forth, faster and faster.

"Bring the other one, we can line them up like a pair of farm animals," The woman cracked. She was shorter than either of her companions, with a riotous mop of reddish brown hair, brown eyes, and the biggest pair of tits Jules had ever seen. They were natural, too, if he was any judge of how low they dropped on her chest. Jules didn't mind, studying them openly. She was older, beautiful, and still fit. All three of them were, physical training was mandatory across all branches of service, including theirs.

"How about it, junior?" Talessa asked. "You like being topped?"

Jules did, which the group was delighted to hear. Eagerly, he crawled over to Magdalena, kicking out of his shorts as he did so, and got on his elbows and knees next to Magdalena. Kennan was waiting for the festivities to start up again, but was still inside of her.

"Get him ready," Talessa said, watching them all, hands on her breasts then her stomach, and then the still hard cock between her legs.

Estrella bent over and placed a soft kiss upon each of Jules's buttocks, then spread them. He felt her tongue, small and wet and intrusive, flutter over his asshole, making him sigh. The buxom woman expertly reached around his hips to palm his softening cock, threading it between her thumb and forefinger and jerking him, bouncing his balls against the back of her hand as her tongue darted into his asshole.

"Now me," Talessa said, knee walking closer, her still hard cock tipped with a bead of pearlescent pre-cum. "This naughty boy just teased me with his mouth. But now he's going to get it."

Jules shivered at her words and watched over his shoulder as Estrella's curly haired head bobbed between Talessa's legs, who was pinching her nipples and staring down at his ass with narrowed eyes and pursed lips. After a bit, Estrella switched back to eating his ass while still jerking her friend's cock in one hand.

Magdalena, next to them, waited as this cycle repeated itself a few times and made a frustrated noise. She began to back up onto Kennan's cock, who was kneeling behind her, still in her cunt, still as a statue.

"Nope, wait for it, recruit. I outrank you, technically, and I am also in a position to do this," Kennan said, and spanked the woman's big ass, right on the sweet spot of the cheek. She hissed, but did as she was told.

"I think we're ready," Talessa breathed out, who was trembling slightly. She maneuvered herself behind Jules's upraised ass. The head of her cock rode against the left of it, teasing him. She straightened it, and eased herself slowly into him. As the heat and tightness surrounded her member, the woman closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure, murmuring a soft, "yes" as he took her into his ass.

Jules leaned down so she could get as deep as she wished, willing himself to relax as the woman entered him. When she was inside of him, slowly, he felt himself contract and flex to accommodate the size of her. Sensing he was ready, Talessa quickened her pace, causing her balls to bounce gently against his upraised buttocks.

The initial pain of being penetrated was overrode by the pleasure of being so filled. Magdalena was also being ridden at his side, and their gaze happened to meet as they were simultaneously fucked. The rich girl was blushing red, hair frazzled, face down on the gym mat. Their breathing came in an arrhythmic cadence as they were both speared.

When Jules felt Talessa trembling, he knew she was close. He propped himself up on his hands and pushed his ass back onto her. He was skinny, but the last week of rigorous exercise and good food had helped him immensely. He could give it just as good as he was getting it, and his efforts were rewarded by a sharp intake of breath from the woman fucking him and a lascivious grin. She signaled her approval with a slap to his ass, and then tightened her grip on his hips while her orgasm took her. Jules felt her spurt inside of him as the woman's body shuddered and spasmed, grunting under her breath.

"Stay just like that," She ordered him, out of breath. "Like you're proud you made me cum. You're proud, aren't you?"

Before Jules could answer, Kennan spoke up: "He beat you, recruit. Made her cum before me. How are you go--"

Magdalena was a big girl, and would not be spoken to in that way, not even by someone she was outranked by. With a twist, she freed herself from Kennan's casual, unsuspecting grasp, and turned to seize one of his legs. Before the man could yell or any of them could react, she had taken him down onto his back. He hit the mat hard with an audible HOUF of expelled breath.

He could only struggle for a moment. Magdalena straddled his hips and seized his flailing hands and pinned him. Talessa and Estrella were too busy laughing to intervene.

"Get off of me, bitch!" Kennan said, but he was unable to hoist the big girl at all. She was as strong as him, at least, and probably meaner and more determined.

"Not so loud, Ken, you'll wake their petty officers," Estrella was saying, barely able to contain herself.

"Well?" Talessa asked. "What are you waiting for, girl? Take your prize."

"My prize?"

"You defeated him." Estrella explained. "Hey, kid, get off your knees and watch."

Jules hadn't moved from the last position Talessa had ordered him to take. Obediently, he turned and stretched to take in the view.