After an hour or two, the fort comes into view. It is a cold and imposing structure, built on a natural island in the middle of an acidic lake. Its towers are tall and its walls thick. The only way to reach it is by air, as the lake disintegrates almost every kind of craft within seconds. You know this, because you know every unclassified base on the continent. You find yourself almost excited as the helichopter crosses over the walls and heads toward the landing pad. Then you remember that Terra intends to put you in a cell for the night and your heart sinks like a stone. You get that she’s angry you disobeyed orders and went through her things and took a sword and… well, now you list it all like that, the cell makes sense. If someone else was in charge of your unit. Not Terra. You expect Terra to handle you differently, more… physically. More intimately, for sure. She’s never sent you away from her before. Certainly never locked you up. Continue reading
Before you can make much of a decision either way, Sarah darts forward and slaps the back of your hand hard enough to make you drop the sword. As soon as your fingers open, she sweeps the guard into her own hand, twists and presents the sword to Terra, one hand under the guard, the other under the flat of the blade. Terra takes it with a nod of thanks as you rub the stinging, aching back of your hand. Continue reading
As you pick the sword up, wrapping your hand around the grip, you feel a soft sigh run through you. It is a sensation of satisfaction which seems to come from the sword itself. It’s not as heavy as you had imagined it would be, and it feels good in your hand, perfectly weighted so the blade is not dragging your arm down.
This is obviously not Academy issued. This is very, very old. Older than the colonies themselves, maybe. This looks like something that might have been made back on the original Earth. If it is, that means it is worth millions. So why does Terra have it in a tent in the middle of nowhere? And why does it feel so perfect in your hand?
Before you know it, you find yourself wandering away from the camp, swinging the sword, admiring how it arcs through the air with a singing sound which thrills you to the very core of your being.
Terra and Sarah are already making their way across the plain, heading for the forest. You are left behind, watching impotently as the super soldier and the leader of your unit stride off to rescue Boris. Nobody checks to see if you are doing as you are told. They are too busy to pay attention to you, the third wheel in their rescue mission. Well, the joke is on them because three wheels can be really useful sometimes.
If you’re going to follow after them, you’re going to need to be prepared. You don’t have any weaponry of your own, but you’re guessing Terra bought spares. You start going through the bag she bought, which is sitting at the end of the bed. It’s technically wrong to be doing this, but you’re doing it for a good reason, so that probably makes it okay. Your butt is still aching from Terra’s attempt to ‘make you feel better’. Next time she offers to make something better, you’ll remember not to take her up on it. You have learned something from the ordeal over her lap, though it’s probably not what she intended for you to learn. Continue reading
Some shady figure inside the Academy administration has leaked a sensitive document. It’s up to you whether you look at it or not, though it may be useful information to have as events continue to unfold.
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Taking a little break from updating as I’m helping this princess who has been fighting a bad guy for a HUNDRED years while her snoozy boyfriend sleeps in a cave… the stories will return shortly 🙂
There can really only be one answer given Terra’s expression and the state of your bottom, which is going to be unsittable for some time.
“Yes ma’am,” you mumble.
“Good,” she says. “You can pull your pants back up, cadet. It is getting late and we have an early start in the morning.”
“That’s it!?” The words burst out before you can stop them. “You said you were going to make me feel better after… before…” you hesitate to recount the way she thrashed you earlier, though she left your bottom in better shape then than it is now. “This isn’t fair!”
She starts spanking you, her palm landing hard on your bottom with a wicked sting. This is no sensual exploration. This is the spanking she promised you, long and hard and making your bottom swell with an ache you can barely stand.
“Ow! Cut it out!” You protest in squeals and gasps.
“I warned you, cadet,” she says. “I told you I wanted to spank you hard. I gave you a chance to reduce it, but you decided to disobey, didn’t you.”
The worst thing about the harshness of the spanking is that your pussy is still wet, your clit still throbbing. Your crotch is grinding against her legging clad thigh, your juices slicking the fabric as her palm meets your bottom with merciless whack after whack. Continue reading
You let out a little gasp of pleasure and lift your hips so her fingers slide along the length of your mound, but you don’t ask her to spank you.
“Ask for it, cadet,” she purrs as she plays with your panty clad privates.
She’s teasing you into a state of arousal in which you’ll do almost anything, but you can’t bring yourself to ask for a spanking. It’s too embarrassing.
Her palm lands across your pantied rear in a light slap, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send a thrill through your prone body as you lay there over her thighs, vulnerable to her every touch.
“Have you forgotten the words, cadet?” Her inquiry comes in sultry tones.
“I can’t,” you whimper.
“Aw, poor cadet,” he says, her fingers sliding back between your thighs to trace lightly over your mound. She is teasing you mercilessly, and you don’t know how much longer you can stand it. You can feel your panties getting wetter, the gusset sticking to your lower lips as her fingers play across your swelling pussy.
“If you won’t ask for your spanking, you’ll have to be punished,” she muses as her index finger taps lightly over your clit. “I’ll have to spank you until you ask me for your spanking. And I’ll have to do it on your bare bottom.”
She begins to pull your panties down, her finger hooking in the waistband and easing them over your cheeks slowly so you can feel them peeling away from your bottom, and then from your pussy. You can feel the fabric clinging a little before giving way to her will. The sensation is so gentle, but so powerful too. Every little movement and touch is magnified by your desire.
And then, they are down, sliding over your thighs to settle around your knees. Your bottom and sex are bare to her gaze, and the knowledge of that sends a hot blush rushing through your body. She is in total command of you.
“I wish you had asked for your spanking like a good girl,” Terra says in those rich, husky feminine tones which touch some deep part of you. “If you had, I might have let you cum.”
Caught between disobedience, desire, and a shyness which makes it difficult to do as she says, you find yourself squirming in front of Terra as her fingers move to the buttons of your shirt and begin undoing them one button at a time, a slow undressing in which her fingers brush lightly over your body. You can barely believe that this is happening. She is so beautiful. Her hair isn’t as straight as you assumed it was when tightly pinned up. It has a curl to it which grows more pronounced toward the end of its length. You can see a few strands of gray, silver streaks which only serve to make her more attractive in your eyes as she unfastens the final button of your shirt and pushes it back over your shoulders and then down your arms, her fingertips grazing over the bare skin of your biceps as the stiff fabric falls away. Continue reading
“You’re the biggest baby here. You never quit whining.” You look her dead in the eye as you repeat your words and expand on them, so there’s no doubt as to what you meant. Sarah might be a super soldier, but you’re not going to be threatened by her.
“Settle down,” Terra orders, steel back in her tone. “Both of you.”
Night falls and you all sit down around the fire Boris and Sarah have made, eating your rations. Sarah seems to be a bit happier than she did on the helichopter, and Boris seems to be a big part of the reason for that. It’s not obvious if she likes him in the way he seems to like her, but she definitely finds him amusing. You find yourself musing about Sarah as you eat. Does she really have Terra’s DNA? There definitely seems to be some kind of unfinished business between them.