Self Satisfaction

 

 "Trish Becker," she replied. She regarded Major Rumfeld's gaze with both annoyance and a certain interest driven by inner urges. "Interesting. You probably know a lot about these things. Your name Marine?” “We were picked up by a Type 4 Medivac. They have a Skylook 360° capture system, which is active during flight. During the loading approach, this system must have picked up the destroyed bunker and the fresh remains of the Zerg." “What do you mean, Marine?” “The attack was real. "You can see traces of the attack from the medivac's onboard camera," explained Trish Becker, standing next to her sergeant. Since she didn't have time to shower and change after the mission, she was still wearing her sweaty dirty clothes. Her top had been torn by the claw of a Zergling, which had severely damaged her body armor. Part of her left shoulder and cleavage were exposed in a slightly suggestive manner. She felt a little uncomfortable as the major looked at her with his arrogant look. The command center was also adjacent to this square. The debriefing for Butcher's squad was taking place here. Major Rumfeld wore the midnight black intelligence uniform. He was a man in his mid-thirties with close-cropped gray-black hair and an angular face. He had listened to Sergeant Butcher's report on the events in Nurja Valley. Now he spoke to the Marines in a stern tone: “You have carried out your most important task, as expected of you. Nevertheless, you lost both the pilot and a member of your squad to an alleged Zerg attack. Do you seriously think the high command will buy this? The Zergs were wiped out on this planet years ago.” The fleet was located in a large square in the middle of Bravo Delta Two. Siege tanks, Eagles, AH/G-24 Banshees, Hallions and Vikings, were lined up next to a few Medivacs. It was a formidable accumulation of firepower. Enough to start a small war.
The foundation of the league was on solid ground. WBFs had leveled the ground and provided it with massive concrete slabs. Most of the buildings on Bravo Delta Two were suburban. Not only was this location a military base, it also served as a bridgehead for the League to other bases. Numerous supply depots were lined up side by side. Everything the League's military on Mar Sara thought they might use at some point was stored in here. Spare parts, equipment, ammunition and also people. Some of the depots had been converted into living quarters.







"Well. You now have 18 hours of vacation. However, you are not allowed to leave the base. Not even in the Desert Eye.”
“What the hell,” Dexter grumbled quietly. The Desert Eye was the central meeting place for soldiers who wanted to relax. And actually the one place they could visit outside of the base.
“You are not allowed to leave the area until the Zerg threat you have reported is verified. Do you understand that, Marine?" His gaze fell on Dexter.
“Yes,” he glared at him. "But how are we supposed to relax if we're not allowed to have fun?"
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you something to fuck. "I'll have the officers' club opened for you," the major smiled. It was a malicious smile. “That’s the least. Do you have a special request, Miss Becker? Should I perhaps take care of it personally?”
"No," Trish replied, biting back a comment about the major's genital size.
“Very well, and don’t forget. Not a word about what happened to anyone.”

It was unusual for an officer to want to take care of the soldiers' recovery. They usually did this themselves by spending their pay on alcohol and hookers at the Desert Eye. Both were plentiful there, although not of particular quality. The fact that the major opened the officers' club to them only meant that they should stay away from the others. And he didn't like that.
Butcher went with his people into the depot container that served as their quarters. A stack of barrels marked “Highly flammable” stood nearby. A pilot was currently supervising the loading of the barrels into their medivac transporter. He shouted several times at the WBF, who did not load the dangerous cargo with due care.
“They want to shut us down, Sergeant,” Fitsch muttered.
“Yes,” Butcher confirmed seriously. “An 18-hour vacation means going somewhere afterwards. And I'm sure it has something to do with the Zerg."
“The Major doesn’t believe us at all about the Zerg story.”
“Oh yes,” said the sergeant. “He knows it’s true. Intelligence probably even knew that we were being attacked by Zergs out there in Nurja Tal. They know everything.”
“And what should we do now, Sergeant. Freshen up and then have some fun. It could be the last fun for a long time."
“Oh nonsense, Sergeant,” Green smiled. “When our sunshine Trish is there, we always have fun.”
The men looked at the blonde soldier. She replied with a mischievous smile: “That’s probably because you act like clowns in the presence of women.”
All the Marines laughed, except the pilot, who had heard the conversation, stopped dead in his tracks. Only when the soldiers had disappeared into their quarters did he stir again.

The water shot out of the nozzle and was divided into hundreds of small drops. Trish closed her eyes as the warm artificial rain fell on her. Her body literally arched in silent anticipation of this fate. Her shapely, firm breasts rose upward to welcome the shower. Her fingers slid over her cheeks, brushed against her neck, wandered lower over the stiff nipples of her nipples.
The young soldier moaned contentedly as her fingers went deeper and deeper. Exploring her flat stomach and finally reaching her lower abdomen. She lightly fingered her privates. Enjoyed the touch and wandered over the tender flesh of her femininity, sliding deeper over her toned thighs until she finally slid upwards following her own pleasure.
It felt good to be able to clean yourself with warm water. The dust and burden of Mar Sara were washed away all at once. Here in the shower she was completely alone. There was no war, no men, no Zergs, nothing that burdened her, only the shower of countless warm, soft drops of water that enveloped her, cleansing her and protecting herself like a second skin wrapped around her soul.
Her fingers stroked her privates again. She slightly parted her pleasure lips and ran her index finger through them, while the fingers of the other hand devoted themselves to her breasts. Only here alone in the shower did she have the opportunity to freely indulge in her desires. Here she was alone. Here she could be a woman.
In the quarters with the others, she slept in a double bed. There she could always hear Dexter masturbating himself, sometimes several times every night. She could recognize his moans and the movements of his body. Hear sounds of pleasure coming from his primitive mouth, sometimes he even moaned her name. She always shuddered at the thought. She didn't like him, he reminded her too much of General Skyrock. The man who had destroyed her career.
But here in the shower she didn't have to think about any of these men. She gently circled her clit. Playing with the center of her desire as the warm stream of water hit her face and short blonde hair, then poured over her shoulders, breasts and the rest of her feminine and toned body. Her moans became louder and louder as she rubbed her bare cunt. She moved her pelvis, always giving herself the rarely granted pleasure.
She yelped and bit her lip so as not to make her desire known to the world with a loud scream. The others had already left and were probably already celebrating in the club, which this unsympathetic intelligence officer had invited them to. Still, perhaps out of habit, she tried to be quiet. Rubbed her love bud ever harder, faster and faster as it greedily forced itself out between her labia.
In the rush of ecstasy she massaged her breast buds. Kneaded her skin, which was damp from the water. She could hardly hide her moans of pure pleasure under the sound of the shower and finally she began to pant loudly as a wave of unbridled pleasure spread through her body from her privates. Trish struggled to stay on her feet, so powerful was the orgasm that flowed through her young body and made her see nothing but stars for an endless moment.
She slowly recovered from her endorphin rush. The water, which had previously sparked lust in her body, now relaxed her, cleansed her thoughts and allowed her to calm down.

“You probably had to do that,” she suddenly heard Butcher’s voice. The sergeant had entered the communal shower room completely unnoticed. Startled, she looked up at him and her cheeks turned red. It wasn't the shame of Butcher seeing her naked. There was no gender segregation in the Marines. They've often stood here in the shower together. Rather, it was the awareness that he had just observed her doing something extremely personal.
"It's nice to see that you're a normal Space Marine too," he finally said, breaking the voice between them.
"A normal Space Mariner?" she asked, reaching for a towel. In doing so, she covered less her physical nakedness than her mental nakedness.
"Yeah, I don't know a Marine who doesn't jerk off at least once before and after every mission," the sergeant laughed. “The men already thought you were asexual.”
"That's kind of you," Trish said as she dried herself off. The tone Butcher had used was the casual, chummy tone that they usually used in their unit, and this defused the awkwardness of the situation for them.
"Yes, now I can tell them that you also have a much more open side," the sergeant teased and immediately reached the evil sparkle in her blue eyes, which pierced his face like daggers.
"Don't you dare," she snapped. The blonde woman reached for her dark blue panties and pulled them over her firm bottom.
“We’ll see, sweetie. "But now it's more serious stuff, Marine," he said, changing his tone as she pulled on a fresh blue top. "That idiot in Intelligence may have given us 18 hours of leave, but Colonel Sanders assigned us to guard Bravo Gate from 1600 to 2400."
"Fitsch, and the others are already gone," said Trish, who now slipped into the blue trousers of her battle suit.
"I thought so. I don't want to ruin your vacation either, but I have to keep at least one of my Marines there in case the Zergs or something else shows up there. You can’t leave the tech crew alone.”
"I'm volunteering, Sergeant," Trish answered his question.
"Thanks. And…” he looked as if he wanted to say something else.
“Yes, Sergeant?” She looked at him with her deep blue eyes.
“Get ready and report for duty.” He shook his head and avoided her gaze.

Slightly annoyed, Butcher went to the remote depot to which Rumfeld had called her. It upset him that he had to lie to Trish. He was even more upset that he hadn't done anything about the situation with her. He had never seen a woman masturbate so selflessly in front of him. And especially not Trish Becker. She was special. She was a fallen angel who had ended up in his unit. She had appeared out of nowhere. And had made him the most successful squad leader in the battalion.
He typed in an ID code and the lock opened. No matter what the depots were used for, the compressed air lock was an integral part of the construction, even if there was an atmosphere like here on Mar Sara.
Inside he heard light entertainment music. This wasn't the officers' club, but Rumfeld had ordered them here to enjoy their "vacation." Dim light illuminated the large room, and the sergeant instinctively examined everything.
There were three large tables scattered around the room. One probably served as a bar because there were countless bottles of alcoholic beverages on it. In the middle of the room was a cuboid container box about two meters high and one meter wide. Dexter, Green and Fitsch were already holding on to a bottle of beer, and he was sure it wasn't their first. Rumfeld wore his black uniform as one of them.
“Everyone there, I see,” grumbled the secret service agent. “I promised you some relaxation. And I think so too.”
He pressed a button on his multifunction bracelet and the latches on the box popped open. The two opposite double doors of the shipping container opened and Butcher could see two teenagers, perhaps 18 years old, dressed in schoolgirl uniforms. Both had long dark blonde hair tied in ponytails. Pretty feminine curves stood out under the white blouses. The black and blue mini and her white stockings that went up to the thighs increased the charm of these girls significantly.
Dexter bawled loudly and took a long drink from his bottle. The other Marines also expressed satisfaction.
“This is Jessi and Sabrina Rein. Her father is a self-proclaimed union leader at one of Mar Sara's most profitable ore mines. He has been causing trouble for the League here for some time, while his fine daughters were allowed to receive their education at an elite school under the League's protection so that they can study at your expense men. For this, both Mr. Rein and his daughters should be very grateful. Well, his two daughters will be joining us today. I hope you will have fun. Help yourself, Marines. It is my gift to you. And don't be squeamish. "These two bitches should learn to show you their gratitude," explained Rumfeld, and a sadistic smile played on his lips.
Butcher was a little irritated. Looked at the young women and then back at Rumfeld. Now he recognized the headband with the video glasses on the man's head. Apparently they were supposed to serve as extras in some kind of secret service porn.
Dexter went first, grabbing one of the girls. She let him drag her along without any real resistance. He took a whiskey bottle from the table and put it to the girl's lips.
“Show me how good you are with your mouth, little cunt,” laughed the Mariner.
At first she tried to press her lips together and the alcohol flowed past and wet her white blouse. He then held her nose and the schoolgirl reflexively opened her mouth. At the same moment he rammed the neck of the bottle into her mouth and the high-proof alcohol shot down her throat. She coughed and choked, but Dexter was merciless. He gave his victim no chance and the girl had to choke down a good sip of the liquor while the rest ran from the corner of her mouth down her chin, neck and cleavage.
Meanwhile, Fitsch and Green had also approached the other girl. They grabbed her by the arms and led the brat to one of the tables. Green caressed her breasts and pushed the blue tie aside to get his fingers under the buttons of her blouse.
Butcher wondered a little why the girls endured this ordeal without any apparent resistance. Then he noticed the dilated, lazy pupils of the two blonde girls. The bastard had probably given them RXD or some other drug that turned their pretty bodies into zombies while their minds noticed everything. The sergeant felt sorry for the two things, but somehow it also excited him to see the young beauties so exposed to his lust.
Dexter ran his fingers through Jessi's wavy hair and leaned over her. He pressed his lips to her mouth, which was dripping wet with alcohol and saliva. Rumfeld stood nearby and filmed the scene while the girl surrendered to her fate.

The Bravo Gate was secured by two flanking missile towers and two bunkers with self-firing systems. Several technicians were busy making repairs to one of the sensor towers. Countless cables, circuit boards and other components protruded from the high-tech tower.
Trish kept looking at the men skeptically. She had her protective visor closed and her C-14 at the ready. 200 rounds of armor-piercing ammunition awaited an enemy. But the young woman hoped that he wouldn't come. Since she had no specific mission here and the gate was closed, she went over to the men.
"What's the problem?" she asked the technicians.
“There must be a fault in the detector somewhere. "The system has reported strong activity," explained one of the men while checking a module with a test device.
"And? That’s what it’s there for.”
“Yes, but that can’t be right. The sensors reported hundreds of units. There should be a whole army out there.”
“Didn’t the colonel send out any scouts?”
“Yes, but the aerial reconnaissance found nothing in the affected area. That's why he told us to take this damn thing apart and take a look."
“And found a mistake?” asked the soldier.
“No,” grumbled another technician who was slipping out of the tower’s service tube. “This fucking thing works. It just can’t tell us what’s really out there.”
None of those present dared to say what everyone was thinking. Trish could feel the Zerg. They were lurking. She could feel her thoughts and an icy shiver ran through her body as a Zerg's consciousness groped for hers. Her breathing quickened. Only the thick battle armor prevented the others from noticing her shaking as an invisible hand stiffened her body. She felt that touch in her head and on her cheek. She felt an invisible hand that moved along her breasts, seemed to touch her stomach and finally circled her thighs and lower abdomen. It felt like someone was penetrating her head and her abdomen at the same time, filling her like an invisible lover.
“We want you, come to us,” a sweet yet strange voice whispered in her ear. She flipped the safety switch on her rifle.

“Wow, that little pussy is already really wet,” Fitsch shouted. They had placed Sabrina on her back on the table and spread her legs. The miniskirt was folded over her stomach and from her little white nylon panties the bare girl's slit between her thighs was clearly visible.
The Marine pushed his finger through the marked ford and smiled contentedly. Then he leaned over her and ripped her panties under the watchful eyes of Rumfeld. The major made sure to get a good look at her pubes, which were covered in delicate blonde down.
Larry Fitsch licked through the young flesh with relish, splitting it with his tongue and savoring the taste of her youth. This thing certainly hadn't had many pricks before and unlike in the Desert Eye, here he could be sure to be the first man of the day.
A soft whimper was this girl's first emotion as Larry licked the length of her cunt. He played around her exposed clitoris and enjoyed the freshly formed love nectar. The girl's mind may have resisted this degrading treatment, but her body responded as it expected a cunt to.
Ell Green had meanwhile brought out his cock and held it to the girl's mouth. Her head hung back slightly over the edge of the table, and when she parted her lips slightly under Larry's attention, he shoved it coldly down her throat. She wheezed slightly, but offered no resistance as the Marine sank his member further between her lips.

Butcher held onto a beer while Dexter twisted his hands into the girl's curly hair. Sabrina Rein knelt in front of him. Her mouth was open wide to take in the Space Mariner's massive member. It almost seemed as if Dexter was fucking her brains out with his brutal thrusts. That's how deep he sank the mighty lance into her delicate, still youthful-looking head.
Sabrina's dilated pupils stared in silent helplessness at the root of his cock, which he repeatedly pulled halfway out of her, only to then thrust back into her mouth with even greater pleasure. Strings of saliva dripped from her mouth. Major Rumfeld, who didn't take his eyes off her, asked quietly.
“Don’t you want to have some fun too, Sergeant. You probably haven't fucked an 18 year old cunt in a long time."
"They're not my type," he lied. His cock hurt in his pants, but he didn't want to.
“They may not be as hot as your little troop slut Trish Becker, but they're definitely just as tight. Try it out.”
The Major's choice of words made Butcher angry. He wanted to bury his fist in the officer's face. But he held back - unlike Dexter. He groaned loudly and drove his member completely into the girl's throat. All it was was a throaty rattle as he cut off her air supply and she couldn't defend herself under the influence of the drugs.
Then he screamed his desire like a prehistoric man. It was a martial, wild gesture of his power and his masculinity. He held her like that for endless moments while his member twitched deep in her tight throat and his seed spurted out from inside her.
Only when the last shot of his pleasure had landed in her throat did he release her from her torture. She fell motionless to the ground and his seed, mixed with her saliva, dripped from her mouth onto the floor.

Green's groan could also be heard in the distance as he also unloaded his seed into Sabrina's sister's throat. Meanwhile, Larry was still licking the girl's pussy. He enjoyed it. Enjoyed the fresh juice that his tongue brought out of her pleasure cave. Enjoyed the excitement that betrayed the girl's body. Yes, Jessi felt pleasure in that moment when her mouth was full of man's semen. She didn't want it. Her face, smeared with bodily fluids, wanted to turn away, but her body didn't allow more than a quiet moan.
“How did they get the girls so willing?” asked Dexter, his semi-hard member dangling between his thighs. Without waiting for the major's answer, he reached for a new beer bottle, opened it and took a long sip.
“LX21, a new drug that encapsulates the mind and turns the body into a kind of doll. How were the drugs able to isolate from infected people. The interesting thing is, the drug is also stimulating - meaning these two sluts will actually enjoy this rape, even if they hate themselves for it."
The major laughed. He leaned down to Sabrina, who was still wheezing, and placed her stomach forward on the table where her sister was already lying. He lifted her miniskirt over her back and ran his finger through her panties. A wet line formed. “Look at how wet the little one is between her thighs, Sergeant. The slut is just begging to be fucked. Come on, Sergeant Butcher. your appearance. And if you don't get a buzz from thinking about this little one, think about the other bitch. Do you think you're going to fuck Trish Becker."
Butcher put down his beer and walked to the table where the sisters were lying. Fitsch had now also turned Jessi onto her stomach and brought her bubble butt into the fucking position.
Under the gaze of Rumfeld's camera eye, the sergeant pulled Sabrina's panties over her firm butt to her thigh. Then he slowly placed his stiff member on her bare cunt. The girl had probably already shaved, because Butcher couldn't feel any fuzz when he examined her wet slit. He slowly placed his glans on her pleasure hole and inserted it into the narrow area.
He could see her sister's cum-smeared face just a meter in front of him. He grabbed Sabrina's hair so that her head now also saw what he saw. Larry quickly inserted his cock into Jessi's hole. He didn't have the sergeant's self-control and rammed the girl with the first thrust. He enjoyed the tightness of her youthful flesh. He had never been allowed to fuck something so tight. The view of Sabrina's violated face, with Dexter's sperm dripping out of it, excited him even more. So the Mariner didn't even notice that he was tearing the girl's hymen. For him it was simply the tightest cunt in the world.
Butcher's advances into Sabrina's pleasure hole were much gentler. He noticed the resistance, but didn't let it stop him. He hesitated, not because he was worried about her virginity, but because it just felt wrong.
While Fitsch was already fucking her sister wildly and mercilessly in her virgin hole, the sergeant took a few minutes to just move his member in her forecourt before he finally stole Sabrina's virginity with a powerful thrust. Only now did he really start to get to grips with her, even if he wasn't thinking about her.
Both men held the two freshly fucked women by their long blonde hair. The sisters' eyes were locked on each other as they were taken over by the Mariners' powerful thrusts. Saliva and remains of semen dripped from their open mouths, while their large round pupils looked at each other in silent helplessness.
Fitsch accelerated his thrusts into Jessi's young pleasure hole and enjoyed the sudden twitching of the fresh flesh as she had an unwanted orgasm. For him it was the hottest fuck of his life. He didn't think about anything.
Sergeant Will Butcher, on the other hand, wasn't thinking about Sabrina. She was dead meat to him. In his mind it was Trish he was fucking. And he hated himself for it. He let this hatred run wild in ever faster, brutal thrusts into Sabrina's virgin pussy. He ignored the twitching of her vaginal walls as she had her first orgasm. He ignored the maiden blood that had mixed with her vaginal fluid and was now running down her thighs.
All he could think about was Trish, making love to herself in the shower in front of him. He wanted to love her back. Wanted to take her. Wanted to make her his wife. He greedily rammed into the piece of mindless fuck meat that lay on the table in front of him. When he finally came, he came unsatisfied. He emptied his seed into her stomach without having any feeling for her.
He silently took his member out of her. Pulled up his pants and left the depot. Dexter took his place and rammed his member into Sabrina's already cum-filled vagina. He didn't mind because the girl's hole was still wonderfully tight.
While Larry slowly reached his climax, Dexter squirted into Sabrina's tight hole for the second time under Rumfeld's camera eyes. He didn't notice that the two sisters' hands had found each other and were now holding each other while the soldiers were raping them on behalf of the secret service.
Dexter placed his cum-smeared member on Sabrina's rosette. He wanted to fuck her in that hole too. The girl winced as he overcame the resistance of her anus and pushed his member into her intestines. Her fingers clenched around her sister's as the Mariner's cock pushed deep into her tight channel.
He enjoyed it like he always did. He sensed her suffering, but the drug caused Sabrina to experience incredible pleasure in her capsule alongside the pain and humiliation. Each of her tormentor's powerful thrusts felt like a small orgasm. She desperately clung to her sister, who was also lying helplessly on the table at the mercy of her tormentor.
Finally both men came, and while Green drank a bottle of whiskey, Sabrina dripped sperm from every hole and had to look into the desperate eyes of her sister, whose cunt had been inseminated for the first time in her life.
The intelligence officer smiled contentedly.